A/N: Hey Everyone! So here is my second fanfic, which is based on Blaine and Kurt from the TV series, Glee! I chose to only use the characters Blaine and Kurt, so there will be a fair few unknown characters in this story.
Oh, by the way...who is up to date with the 3rd season of Glee and cannot wait for the next episode where we get to meet Blaine's brother? I'm so excited for an episode filled with Blaine! haha
Anyway, hope you all enjoy my take on Blaine and Kurt :)
Please, please, please review. I really like to hear what you all think! The reviews encourage me to continue writing and update!
Oh, and the bar mentioned is not Scandalas...just so you know it's not a gay bar!
Happy reading :)
The music finished and the room filled with chatter, while the stage assistances re-arranged the set up. The bar was full and most of the occupants had their eyes on the stage, but Kurt concentrated hard on the small, dancing bubbles on the surface of his drink.
He had finally gotten rid of the giggly and flirty girls that had been harassing him for the last half an hour. It seemed that when drunk, they didn't get what he meant by gay.
He wasn't in the mood for talking, listening to the next performer, or even enjoying himself for that matter. He was ashamed to admit it, but he had come out tonight to the bar to drown his sorrows.
Over the past few weeks, Kurt has been trying to come to terms with the fact that love is not going to be simply handed to him, nor would he be able to find it by searching for it. It is something that he has to be patient about, he needs a distraction.
It is hard though. One of his best mates – Ben – has been going out with the same girl for months now, they are in love and he is jealous of what they have. His other best mate – Adam – found the perfect guy and they are happy together, neither of them care what people think of them.
Kurt vaguely heard the next performer getting the microphone ready in the background, but he had no interest in him. "Hi everyone thanks for giving me the chance to sing for-"
Kurt blocked out the sound of the guy's voice and resumed staring at his glass, thinking too much again.
"-this song is dedicated to those of you who have been having it tough, who need a little encouragement or assurance that they are awesome as who they are and shouldn't be afraid to be themselves."
Kurt begins to listen to the new comer, intrigued by his message to the audience, which is actually quite fitting for him at the moment.
Paint yourself a picture
Of what you wish you looked like
Maybe then they just might
Feel and ounce of your pain
Kurt could not believe what he was hearing. The voice that he heard was breathtaking. He was so mesmerised by the voice that he hadn't fully payed attention to the lyrics.
Come into focus
Step out of the shadows
It's a losing battle
There's no need to be ashamed
Instantly, Kurt connected with the lyrics to the song. He swivelled around in his chair to face the owner of the voice.
Cause they don't even know you
All they see is scars
They don't see the angel
Living in your heart
Let them find the real you
Burry deep within
Let them know with all you got
That you are not your skin
Oh
When they start to judge you
Show them your true colors
And do one to others
As you had done to you
Just rise above this
Kill them with your kindness
Ignorance is blinded
They're the ones that stand to lose
Needless to say, Kurt was blown away. He was now looking up at the guy on the stage, who was lost in the song. Kurt could not deny that this guy was attractive.
Cause they don't even know you
All they see is scars
They don't see the angel
Living in your heart
Let them find the real you
Buried deep within
Let them know with all you got
That you are not your skin
OHHHHHHHHHH
Kurt could not take his eyes off of the singer. His attention was captured by the guy's voice, but now that he could actually see him, he couldn't think straight. The guy's button-up shirt hugged his muscled figure tightly, his dark, slim fit jeans set off the white of his shirt and bowtie. He tapped along to the song with his converse shoes, singing out with breathtaking talent and emotion.
Well they don't even know you
All they see is scars
They don't see the angel
Living in your heart
They say that there is a moment that you get to experience at least once in your life, a moment where time seems to literally stop. Well, Kurt just lived that moment. As his blue eyes were met with hazel, the world around him disappeared. The only thing that mattered were those eyes, that voice and the owner of them both.
Let them find the real you
Buried deep within
Let them know with all you got
That you are not
That you are not your skin
The dark and curly haired male held the microphone tight as he sung the last line of the song. He stared directly into the blue eyes that were staring back at him, feeling a slight blush creep up his neck.
"Thanks for listening." He said, stepping away from the mic, making his way to the bar.
Kurt noticed his approach and busied himself by ordering another drink. "Same one?" Paul, the bar tender asked. Kurt responded with a small nod, trying not to look towards the performer walking towards him.
He ran his hands through his dark hair, am I wisely acting upon the moment of eye contact before, or making a stupid mistake. He noticed that the guy at the bar had turned away. Should I go to him?
He chose to keep walking passed the male, but sat at the bar with a space between them, so not to completely freak him out. He ordered a beer as he sat down, but didn't look at the guy beside him, hoping for the brunet to speak first.
He stole a glance to his right where those blue eyes were glancing to their left. He quickly averted his hazel eyes, blushing slightly and not wanting to be caught staring at him.
"You were amazing," The owner of the blue eyes spoke up from beside the blushing man.
The pair of hazel eyes slowly rose from the bar, looking over to the young guy with brown, quaffed hair. He felt another blush creep over his neck, hoping that those blue eyes hadn't noticed.
"I…thank…thank-you." He stammered nervously. Real smooth. He twisted his fingers around the bottle of beer in front of him.
"No really, I'm serious." He insisted. "Those lyrics, your voice, your presence. It was beautiful."
"Wow, ermm. Thank-you." He held out his hand to the guy beside him. "I'm Blaine, Blaine Anderson."
"Kurt Hummel." He accepted his hand as Blaine moved to the seat beside him.
"Yeah, this one is a real charmer." Paul admitted.
"Really?" Kurt asked, amused.
"I…well, I wouldn't say that I-" Blaine fumbled his vocab for words, before Paul cut him off.
"Oh, don't be modest." Paul playfully punched Blaine's shoulder. "I reckon you have a different girl knocking down your door each night." He laughed at his joke, softly punching Blaine once again.
Blaine didn't look directly at Kurt, but he smiled shyly in his direction. He never really was comfortable with people talking about him that way, but he was too modest to say anything.
Kurt realised exactly what Paul had said, suddenly a little disappointed. 'I reckon you have a different girl knocking down your door each night.' Kurt acted like nothing had changed, and began a conversation with Blaine.
Blaine and Kurt spoke for a good hour. Talking about the things they enjoy, what they have been doing, where they see themselves going. They both avoided talking about their problems. The reason being for Kurt was because he didn't want to make Blaine uncomfortable with him being gay.
They were both still in full conversation when Paul told them that they should probably get going, the last of the taxis had just arrived.
"Time really does go fast." Blaine noted.
"Sure does." Kurt agreed.
Blaine parted from Kurt for a moment to get his jacket from backstage, and when he returned the two of them made their way outside.
"Where are you headed, are you from around Lima?" Kurt asked Blaine.
"Yeah, I'm on Spencerville Road."
"Oh, that's on the way to mine. I'm on Port Amanda Road."
Both of them climbed into the same taxi, giving the driver their instructions. On the ride to Blaine's, Kurt tried hard not to look at him too much. He didn't want to scare him off, he's a nice guy and Kurt thought that they could be good friends.
Blaine made sure he wasn't caught staring at Kurt again, so he kept his eyes directed ahead or out the window.
They reached Blaine's house and the taxi driver pulled up to the kerb. Blaine hopped out of the taxi, and then turned back around. "Kurt?"
"Yeah, Blaine?"
"Ermm, I was wondering if you wanted to do this again tomorrow night." Blaine asked nervously.
Kurt hesitated before answering; he didn't want to react too fast in case it made him sound desperate. But when he saw Blaine's smile fading slowly, he quickly gave him an answer.
"Ah, yes." Kurt decided. "Same time, same place?"
"Yes, sounds great." Blaine was quick to answer, grinning from ear to ear. He realised how quick he was to respond and pulled his lips in at the corners a little.
"Bye, Kurt."
"Goodnight, Blaine."
Blaine turned from the taxi and walked towards his house, feeling a little more excited than he probably should about tomorrow night.
Kurt watched Blaine out of the window of the taxi, wishing he had of made up some sort of excuse that would have gotten him out of tomorrow night. He couldn't afford to cause himself anymore pain than he already felt, and he could see that that is exactly where this new friendship was heading; him getting hurt.
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