Klaine, The Musical Chapter 1: STUPID CUPID, a glee fanfic

A/N Hi all! I wanted to write a Valentine's story, and I had two completely different story ideas, one sweet and sappy, the other a little angsty. I couldn't decide which one I wanted to do, though, so I combined the two! Hope this works out!

This starts shortly before Silly Love Songs. Oh, and you will definitely need to use your imagination a little for this one! Mostly cannon compliant, but I took a few liberties.

Reviews always welcome!

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STUPID CUPID

Kurt sighed as he glanced at the calendar. One week until Valentine's Day, and once again it looked like he would be spending it alone. Oh sure, he proclaimed that he hated the holiday, that it was just an excuse to sell a lot of flowers and candy and greeting cards. It was amazing how many people actually believed him when he said it was the most pointless holiday ever.

Kurt Hummel, world's most hopeless romantic, hate Valentine's Day? Really? Kurt sighed again. The truth was, he didn't hate Valentine's Day. He hated the fact that he'd never shared the holiday with someone special. Maybe someday he would have someone to spend it with, someone who loved him the way he'd always wanted to be loved...

That thought was cut off by a knock on his dorm room door, and a voice calling his name. He fought the little shiver of awareness that voice always seemed to bring as he opened the door and smiled at Blaine.

The curly haired boy smiled back. "Ready to go get coffee?"

"Sure, just let me grab my scarf." The pale boy picked out a cerulean scarf that accentuated his eyes, hoping it would encourage the other boy to look deeply into them. His reflection in the mirror smirked at him.

"Admit it, you have it bad for that boy!" The reflection taunted.

Kurt glared at himself. "Shut up!" he hissed.

"Did you say something?" Blaine asked.

"No, nothing. Let's go!"

If the shorter boy noticed that his best friend was distracted, he didn't show it. The hazel eyed Warbler began talking animatedly about Regionals and the songs they would perform. Correction, the solos he would perform. Kurt wasn't really paying attention, though.

His mind kept wandering to his single state. It wasn't for lack of trying, certainly. There had been a few boys he'd been attracted to before. He forced himself not to glance at the boy walking beside him. It wasn't his fault none of the boys he liked felt the same.

If there's a prize for rotten judgment
I guess, I've already won that
No man is worth the aggravation
That's ancient history
Been there, done that

As they walked through the halls, Kurt could swear he heard Wes, David, Nick, Jeff, Trent, Thad and the other Warblers singing.

Who do ya think you're kidding?
He's the earth and heaven to ya
Try to keep it hidden, honey we can see right through ya
Boy ya can't conceal it
We know how you're feeling, who you're thinking of

Kurt tried to shake the thoughts from his head.

No chance, no way,

I won't say it, no no

He spotted the other Warblers talking among themselves in the hall. Was he only imagining it when they turned and gave him that knowing look?

You swoon, you sigh
Why deny it, uh oh

He glared at the boys, but they didn't seem to notice.

It's too cliche
I won't say I'm in love
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)

He turned away from the group and walked with Blaine down the stairs. The other boy seemed unaware of the conflict going on inside his friend's mind.

I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when ya start out
My head is screaming, "Get a grip, boy!
Unless you're dying to cry your heart out!" Ooh, ooh

As they turned the corner, Kurt frowned. Didn't they just pass Wes and David upstairs? And why were they grinning at him like that?

Boy, you keep denying
Who you are and how you're feeling
Baby, we're not buying
Hon, we saw you hit the ceiling
Face it like a grownup
When you gonna own up
That you got it, got it, got it bad?

Kurt sighed in frustration, trying to intimidate the two Warbler counsel members into leaving them alone.

No chance no way
I won't say it, no, no

They were halfway down the hall now. How the hell had Nick and Jeff gotten ahead of them again?

Give up, give in
Check the grin, you're in love

Why wouldn't they just leave him alone?

This scene won't play
I won't say I'm in love

Blaine smiled at him again as they reached the doors. Trent and Thad held them open for the two boys to pass through.

You're doing flips, read our lips
You're in love

Kurt gave the two boys his best Bitch face as they passed.

You're way off base
I won't say it
Get off my case!
I won't say it

Kurt knew he should be surprised to see all the Warblers waiting beside Blaine's car, but by this point he'd just decided to go with the flow.

Boy, don't be proud
It's okay you're in love

Blaine opened the passenger door for him. "By the way, I like that scarf."

Kurt felt his heart melt at the flirty little smile the other boy gave him. As he slipped into the car, he glanced around at the empty parking lot.

Oooooh...
At least not out loud
I won't say I'm in love

…

"Okay, I'm all for flair, but these Valentine's day decorations are just tacky!" Kurt said, examining a plush pair of puppies sitting on a red heart. "I mean, what the hell is this supposed to be?"

Kurt held the item out to the boy beside him. Despite his words, Kurt secretly hoped the other boy would realize how desperately Kurt wanted someone to give him ridiculous, tacky plush animals and declare their love.

Blaine just smiled and petted the toy. "It's clearly puppy love! It's cute! Come on!" As he passed it back to the pale boy, the puppies made a kissing sound, and exclaimed their love for each other. "It's adorable!"

Inwardly sighing in frustration, Kurt set the plushy back on the counter. As he always did when he felt embarrassed, he got snarky. "It's Creepy. It's a simple excuse to sell candy and greeting cards on a holiday."

Blaine shook his head. "Not true! People have been celebrating Valentine's Day for centuries! And call me a hopeless romantic, but it's my favorite holiday!"

"Really?" Kurt said, still acting sarcastic.

"I think there is something really great about a day where you are encouraged to just lay it all on the line, and say to somebody, 'I'm in love with you,' you know?"

Kurt felt his heart do a little flip at those words, and wished he had the courage to just blurt out the truth, but Blaine was continuing.

"And this year I want to do something really radical, so I need your opinion on this."

Kurt studied the darker boy's face intently, waiting for him to go on.

"Well, there's this guy that I sort of...like, and I've only known him for a little while, but I want to tell him that I think my feelings are starting to change into something...deeper."

Kurt's heart was beginning to race. Was it possible that Blaine could feel the same about him?

"So, I have to ask," Blaine went on. "Do you think it's too much to sing to somebody on Valentine's Day?"

Kurt fought not to squeal at the idea. He thought he would die if Blaine sang to him on Valentine's Day. Hoping his breathing wouldn't give him away, he answered. "Not at all."

They made their way to the front of the line, and Blaine placed their order. "Can I get a medium drip and a Grande non fat mocha for this guy, and maybe I can get him to split one of those cupid cookies."

Kurt was surprised the younger boy remembered his preferred drink. Even Mercedes had trouble remembering it. "You know my coffee order?"

Blaine grinned as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "Of course I do."

…

He spent the rest of the evening daydreaming. He gave up trying to do his homework after he caught himself doodling hearts and flowers in the margins for the fifth time. As he got ready for bed, he began to hum to himself.

Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream
When I want you in my arms
When I want you and all your charms
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream, dream, dream, dream

When I feel blue in the night
And I need you to hold me tight
Whenever I want you
All I have to do is dream

I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine
Anytime night or day
Only trouble is, gee whiz
I'm dreaming' my life away

I need you so that I could die
I love you so and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream

I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine
Anytime night or day
Only trouble is, gee whiz
I'm dreaming' my life away

I need you so that I could die
I love you so and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream

Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream

He smiled softly as he slipped into bed. For the first time in a long time, he thought it was possible for him to be happy.

…

He was still feeling a little giddy the next day as he sat in one of the leather chairs lining the hallway outside the Warblers' commons. He grinned down at the heart he had just drawn, and wrote BLAINE+KURT inside it. He then slammed the notebook closed as he heard the object of his obsession calling his name.

"Come on! You're gonna wanna see this! I've called an emergency Warbler meeting!"

Kurt felt the bubble of excitement growing within him. Was this it, then? Was this when Blaine would admit that he was falling in love with him?

The meeting started off well enough, but as Blaine requested they perform off campus, the other Warblers seemed reticent to aide him. Kurt wasn't certain why the other boy wanted to do this away from the school, but decided to step in and offer his support.

Once the others became more agreeable, Kurt had to wonder about the selected location. And then the bubble of happiness was burst.

"The guy I like is a junior manager..."

Kurt didn't hear anything after that. All he could hear was the sound of all his hopes and dreams once more being crushed like so much delicate glass.

He managed to hold himself together, barely, until the meeting was over, but he could practically feel the sympathetic looks the other boys were giving him. Once the meeting was over, Kurt slipped away silently, refusing to cry.

I can think of younger days when living for my life
Was everything a man could want to do
I could never see tomorrow, but I was never told about the sorrow

And how can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
How can you mend this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again

I can still feel the breeze that rustles through the trees
And misty memories of days gone by
We could never see tomorrow, no one said a word about the sorrow

And how can you mend a broken heart?
How can you stop the rain from falling down?
How can you stop the sun from shining?
What makes the world go round?
And how can you mend this broken man?
How can a loser ever win?
Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again

Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again

Thank Gaga it was Friday. He could go home and hang out with Mercedes and Rachel and eat pizza and have a little ice cream therapy.

…

By the time he had returned to Dalton Sunday evening, he had managed to convince himself it wasn't the end of the world. So Blaine didn't have feelings for him. There would be other fish in the sea.

He took a hot shower before bed. It still hurt to think the other boy didn't want him, but he would make himself get over it.

I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair
I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair
I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair
And send him on his way

I'm gonna wave that man right outta my arms
I'm gonna wave that man right outta my arms
I'm gonna wave that man right outta my arms
And send him on his way

Don't try to patch it up
Tear it up, tear it up
Wash him out, dry him out
Push him out, fly him out
Cancel him and let him go

Yea, sister!

I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair
I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair
I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair
And send him on his way

If a man don't understand you,
If you fly on separate beams,
Waste no time, make a change,
Ride that man right off your range
Rub him out of the roll call
And drum him out of your dreams

Oho! If you laugh at different comics
If you root for different teams
Waste no time, weep no more
Show him what the door is for
Rub him out of the roll call
And drum him out of your dreams

You can't light a fire when the woods are wet
You can't make a butterfly strong
You can't fix an egg when it ain't quite good
And you can't fix a man when he's wrong

You can't put back a petal when it falls from a flower
Or sweeten up a fellow when he starts turnin' sour
Oh no! Oh no!

If his eyes get dull and fishy
When you look for glints and gleams
Waste no time
Make a switch
Drop him in the nearest ditch
Rub him out of the roll call
And drum humdrumbum right out of your dreams

I'm gonna wave that man right outta my arms
I'm gonna wave that man right outta my arms
I'm gonna wave that man right outta my arms
And sent him on his way

Walk him out
Dry him out
Push him out
Fly him out
And send him on his way!

With a sigh, Kurt turned the water off and got into his pajamas. He skipped his moisturizing routine (why bother, if no one wanted him anyway?) and went to bed.

…

By breakfast the next morning, Kurt thought he'd managed to convince himself that things were fine, that just because one boy didn't return his feelings, didn't mean he'd never find true love. He'd survive this school boy crush, and have his Happily Ever After someday, just like in all of his favorite musicals.

But he couldn't stop his heart from tripping when he spotted Blaine sitting with the other Warblers. Okay, so it was going to take some time to heal from this latest blow to his ego. He should be happy that his best friend was happy. He took a deep breath. He was an excellent actor, he could pretend for the other boy's sake.

Just then Blaine looked up and spotted him, and smiling waved him over enthusiastically. Kurt pasted on his best smile and walked over to join his friend. He didn't think anyone noticed that the smile never reached his eyes.

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At precisely three thirty pm on February 13th, the Warbler's GAP attack was set into motion. Kurt had managed to at least act as if his heart was still intact for the last few days, but now, seeing the way Blaine gazed at the mop headed junior manager, he didn't think he could go through with this. He thought about slipping away, but it was too late, the other boys had already began to harmonize. He couldn't walk away now.

…

Kurt felt the tiniest bit guilty that he was happy Jeremiah had turned out to be a jerk. It wasn't that he didn't want Blaine to find someone who could make him happy. He truly did want his friend to be happy, even if it wasn't with him. Just not yet. Maybe in a few years when Kurt has managed to get over the stupid crush he has on him.

He drove them to the Lima Bean, both boys silent until they got in line. Blaine scowled at all the Valentine's merchandise. "Don't they have anything here that isn't covered with stupid little hearts? Gross."

"Well, you've certainly changed your tune," Kurt replied.

"I don't think I've ever made that big a fool of myself, which is really saying something, because I've performed in theme parks!"

Kurt felt sorry for his friend. "Well, it could have been worse."

"Oh really?" Blaine said, sounding doubtful.

"Yes. At least you had the courage to admit to the guy how you felt, instead of waiting too long only to have the guy you've been crushing on basically tell you he's in love with someone else, pretty much making it clear he's never thought of you in that way, despite the fact that the two of you hang out all the time and sing flirty duets."

Blaine looked confused. "Kurt?"

"Never mind, I don't want to talk about it. I just want to spend Valentine's Day with my friends. Maybe sing a few sappy love songs. Which is why I made arrangements for a Lonely Hearts Club dinner at Breadstix. You're welcome to join us if you want."

…

The Warblers and most of New Directions gathered at Breadstix that night, along with a few other patrons. The Warbler's provided the entertainment, singing Silly Love Songs, and a few other sappy, romantic songs.

Kurt tried hard to remember that Blaine didn't share his feelings, but every time he looked at the shorter boy, his heart betrayed him by starting to stutter. His friends noticed, of course, and tried to comfort him, but he didn't think he'd ever get over the other boy.

As he got ready for school the next morning, he still felt that sense of anticipation, knowing that Blaine would stop by his dorm room like clock work to walk him to breakfast, and then to his first class.

Stupid Cupid, you're a real mean guy
I'd like to clip your wings so you can't fly
I am in love and it's a crying shame
And I know that you're the one to blame