Hi, I'm Lexie. I hope you like this story. I'm going to write it up to their high school graduation, and then maybe make a sequel if you guys really like it. So please review. Pretty please. With Klisses, Crisses, and Colfers on top.
I do not own Glee or Klaine, as much as I would love to.
The song the Blaine sings a bit of is Lucky by Jason Mraz.
"And this is the library," I said, turning the corner and gesturing with the hand that wasn't holding Kurt's towards a room that reminded me of something out of Harry Potter. The lights were always slightly dim, and the walls were covered in ten foot tall bookcases. It was my favorite place to go in all of Dalton, and I wanted to show it to Kurt.
His mouth hung open slightly and he took a sharp intake of breath. I smiled, remembering my reactions when I had first walked around Dalton. Wes and David skipped a few classes to show me my way around the vast campus.
"That's exactly what I did," I said with a laugh as Kurt ran to the nearest bookshelf and ran his hand along the dusty spines of the Shakespearean section.
"This is incredible!" Kurt squeaked while turning back to me. "This is like... It's...wow!"
"How incredibly articulate, Mr. Hummel," I joked, secretly loving how excited he was. His love of books was yet another thing to add to my list of reasons why I was in love with Kurt.
In love with Kurt.I replayed that thought in my head. I hadn't known this boy for more than a month, but I was sure that this was love. I had been in a few relationships before, but I had never felt this strongly towards anyone. If only he felt the same about me.
He walked back towards me and grabbed my hand. Ever since that first day, when I had grabbed his hand and pulled him through Dalton on the way to Warbler Hall, we didn't go anywhere without holding hands. Kurt seemed like that kind of person. Surely, it didn't mean anything more than friendship.
"So, you've showed me everything except for the dorms. Which is pretty important, since I'll basically be living there for two years." Kurt was still looking around him at the artwork on the walls as we walked.
"Do you want to see my room first? Since you'll be spending a lot of time there..." I trailed off as I realized what I was saying. I blushed and started rambling. "It's closer to your classes and we can do homework together and-"
"Sounds perfect," Kurt interrupted. We hadn't quite gotten back into a well-lighted area yet, but I swore I saw him blush.
We walked to the senior dorms, which was where I was roomed even though I was only a junior. The Warbler Hall was in the same building, so most of the Warblers lived there, regardless of their grade.
We kept a comfortable silence the whole way there, but as soon as we walked inside, Kurt exclaimed, "It looks just like the Gryffindor common room!"
I just laughed. "Wes, David, and I were trying to play a prank on another one of the Warblers by turning this room into an exact replica of the one in the movie. Nick is his name, you'll meet him soon. Anyway, he had never seen the movie, so after his girlfriend and him did a weekend-long Harry Potter marathon, a sleep-deprived Nick came back to this. It was actually pretty good."
"You guys did a great job," Kurt said, his eyes going to a giant Gryffindor banner in the corner of the room.
I pulled him up the stairs and into the less-impressive second floor hallway. My room was at the end, but it didn't take too long to get to it. I pulled out my key and unlocked the door.
As soon as we stepped inside, Wes and David assaulted Kurt with streamers and balloons.
"Welcome to Dalton!" Wes yelled.
"And to Blaine and my room," David smirked.
"Especially to this room," Wes winked.
"You'll spend lots of time here if Blaine gets his way."
"David, you can't just throw out true statements like that around Blaine when Kurt's here."
"Right. Sorry, Kurt. I meant that you'll spend lots of time here if I get my way."
"Because David is quite infatuated with you."
"Quite."
"Please shut up," I interjected, sure that I had just turned a deeper shade of red than ever before.
Kurt just looked confused. "You two talk way too quickly. I barely caught any of that."
I let out a little relieved laugh, shooting David a death glare. "You better get used to it," I told Kurt. "The only time they speak slowly enough to really understand them is when the Warblers meet. They become completely different people."
"Bizarre," Kurt murmured under his breath as David and Wes started to blow up more balloons.
"Finish up your tour and make your way on down to the Warbler Hall. In an hour, we are starting one of our infamous welcome parties," Wes said, looking excited.
"Lots of alcohol," David said loudly. Wes nudged him with his elbow. "You're crazy. Alcohol is bad. Ew, alcohol," David said just as loudly before grabbing the balloons and Wes and running out of the room.
"Wow." Kurt looked stunned, still looking ahead of him at where Wes and David had been a few seconds ago.
"I know," I said. "Well, do you want to see your room, or do you want to grab something to eat?"
"Won't they have food at the party?" Kurt asked.
"I wouldn't trust anything they give you at that party."
"Food it is, then."
After getting a quick dinner in the dining hall, we walked back to the senior dorms.
"Are you ready for the most ridiculous and possibly dangerous thing you've ever done?"
"Never," Kurt replied. I gave his hand a tight squeeze and hoped that I wouldn't say anything too embarrassing while under the influence of alcohol tonight. In fact, I decided, I wouldn't drink anything tonight.
We walked into the Warbler Hall a few minutes late and were met by an already drunk Trent.
"You must be Kurt!" Trent slurred. "I'm Trent, junior Warbler. Also gay. And you're really hot." Trent finished his thought by pursing his lips and leaning forwards in an attempt to kiss Kurt. I grabbed Trent's shoulders and turned him around, causing him to start making out with David's shoulder. David, in the middle of his conversation with Wes, turned to figure out who was licking him. Seeing that it was Trent, David just shrugged and continued his conversation.
Kurt turned to me and said that he was going to go socialize. I just nodded and went over to Wes and David, who, seeing I was alone, started assaulting me with questions.
"Are you sure you two aren't already together?" David asked me.
"The eye sex! Oh, the eye sex," Wes said melodramatically, obviously a little tipsy himself.
"Hmph," Trent mumbled. "Kurt, you're not a very good kisser."
David pushed Trent off of his shoulder and returned his gaze to me.
"You need to hit that, and soon. Before someone else grabs him. I can see that Trent is trying."
"David's right. Not tonight, but definitely soon," Wes added.
"Why not tonight?" I asked him, wondering why he sounded so sure when he said that.
"Because it looks like he accepted a drink, and I think you would prefer telling him that you love him while he's sober."
"Telling who that you love him?" Kurt's voice chimed in from behind me.
I turned quickly and said, "No one!" while David and Wes oh-so nonchalantly started whistling behind me.
"Okay. Come and dance with me!" Kurt said before downing the contents of his rather large cup.
"Er, sure." He grabbed my hand and led me to the middle of the room where some other Warblers were dancing. Kurt, starting to get tipsy, clumsily tried to do the robot before asking me to get him another drink. I complied, but I decided to just get him a beer instead of one of the unknown 'punches' in bowls around the room.
Kurt happily took the beer and drank it in record time. He then proceeded to sling his arms around my neck as a slow song came on. I could visibly see him getting more drunk as the alcohol in his system started to kick in. We danced in a tiny, awkward circle until Teenage Dream came on the speakers.
"I love this song!" We said in unison. I laughed and Kurt just smiled.
"I've loved this song since you sang it to me! You sang it to me, right? Or were you singing it to someone behind me. It looked like you were looking at me. You should wear skin tight jeans. We can wear skin tight jeans together," Kurt rambled.
"I'd like that," I said, looking into his big blue eyes.
Before I knew it, he was leaning towards me with his eyes closed and his lips slightly open.
A million thoughts went through my head all at once. He wants to kiss you! You've always wanted this! However, the loudest thoughts were the ones that were telling me that he was drunk and this would be our first kiss. Our first kiss couldn't be like this.
I held out my hand and let it rest against his chest, holding him back.
His eyes shot open and filled with tears. "You don't want me?"
"Kurt, you're making a scene," I whispered, looking around. The majority of the room was only half-drunk, and they would remember this outburst, even if Kurt didn't.
"Why don't you love me?" Kurt nearly screamed. "I love you, and I've wanted you for so long! How can you just not love me?" With that, Kurt broke down completely and curled into a ball on the floor.
I looked around again, trying to figure out what to do with Kurt. With a burst of confidence, I leaned down and picked Kurt up and cradled him in my arms. He curled up into my chest and continued to cry. His tears were going to ruin my new shirt, but I didn't care. This was closer and more intimate than I had ever believed we would get.
I carried him up to my room, trying not to think to much about his outburst. He was drunk. He didn't mean it, probably. I mean, I'd kissed girls when I was drunk.
I set Kurt down on my bed and went to get some water for him, but he grabbed my shirt and pulled me down next to him. He curled up into me and I wrapped my arms around him. Should I let him go? What about when he wakes up in the morning and he's not drunk anymore. I won't be hungover and he might think I had taken advantage of him in his drunken state.
"Sing to me," Kurt interrupted my thoughts. "Anything, just sing."
I gave it a bit of thought and then I started in on one of my favorite songs, knowing that he wouldn't remember the exact song choice tomorrow morning.
Do you hear me? I'm talking to you
Across the water, across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying.
Kurt snuggled a little closer to me, laying his leg over mine.
Boy I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard.
Kurt's breathing became even, and I knew he'd fallen asleep. I sang the chorus quietly to myself before falling asleep.
I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again.
I vaguely remember David, Wes, Thad, and Trent coming into the room somewhere around three in the morning. I also have a slight memory of David taking a few pictures of Kurt and I on his phone. However, when I woke up, I had somehow forgotten that Kurt had fallen asleep in my arms.
I was almost startled, but then Kurt gave out a little sigh and nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck. I didn't want to wake him, so I just listened to him breathe for a few minutes.
All of a sudden, Thad stood up and ran to my bathroom. I heard him retch a few times before I decided to get up and help him out. By standing up, I woke Kurt. He just turned over and started mumbling to himself.
I went down to the dorm kitchen and brought five water glasses back up to my room. I walked in to find everyone awake and mumbling incoherently to themselves. I filled the water glasses and handed them out.
I gave Kurt his glass last and noticed that he wasn't meeting my eyes and his face was flushed. I sat next to him in the bed.
"How do you feel?" I asked him.
"Like I'm dying," he replied.
"Was the party fun for you, at least?"
"I don't remember everything," he said. He blushed even more at that point.
"You actually remember something about it? You seemed pretty out of it."
"Yeah. I remember talking to you after we danced." Kurt whispered.
"Oh, you do. Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, starting to get a little embarrassed myself.
"Can we please? But not around these guys."
Wes and David, who had obviously been listening, even though they weren't looking at us, turned and said at the same time, "No! Please! Let us stay!"
"Oh, you can stay," I said. "But Kurt and I are going to go down to get some coffee."
Kurt and I made our way down to the dorm kitchen and sat down at the table with our cups of coffee.
"So, where do you want to start?" I asked awkwardly, not sure where to begin myself.
"Did I kiss you last night?" Kurt asked abruptly, looking worried.
"No, but you tried."
"I was afraid of that. I remember... uh...telling you that I... er... love you, but I don't remember anything else until this morning."
I noticed that Kurt didn't deny that he loved me and my heart skipped a beat, but I needed to be sure. "Yeah, I was going to ask you about that. Did you, do you, mean that?"
"I don't know if I would use 'love' to describe these feelings, but I would really like it if we could be together," Kurt said with a sudden burst of confidence, staring right into my eyes.
My heart did several back flips in my chest, but I tried to maintain a bit of composure so as not to completely embarrass myself. "I would absolutely love that."
Kurt gave me the biggest smile I'd ever seen from him, and then got a worried look on his face. "Oh Gaga, I probably look like Hell froze over. I'm going to go... clean up."
"You don't look that bad, just a bit hungover. I'll see you later?"
"Yeah," Kurt said as he got up and left the room.
As soon as he walked out the door and out of site, I jumped up and started doing a dance of sorts to try and release some of my happiness. I didn't notice Kurt reenter the room.
"Uh, Blaine?" Kurt asked through a fit of giggles. "Can you hand me my coffee?"
I tried to be really nonchalant about the whole situation and handed him his cup.
Still laughing, Kurt said, "I guess I'll text you in a few hours then."
"Yeah, sounds good." I just made a huge fool of myself, but I couldn't care less. Kurt and I were finally a couple.