Blaine Anderson vs. the World
Chapter 1: The Stranger from NY
Blaine moaned loudly and thrashed in his bed as he felt his blanket being torn off him.
"Blaine!" His roommate, Sebastian, said loudly. "Any other time I'd love to see you
writhing beneath me and moaning in ecstasy, but that behemoth you call a drummer has been calling you for the past hour."
"Why couldn't you have answered it" Blaine mumbled and buried his head into his
pillow.
"Because I didn't want to. Now get up," He crawled onto Blaine's bed despite the other boy trying to push him away and leaned in close to his ear. "Or I'll have to do…stuff to you." He licked Blaine's face. Blaine rolled off the bed and hit the floor as Sebastian laughed and his own pissed-off-meter began to glow a dangerous red above his head.
"That's disgusting, Sebastian! I don't know where you're tongue's been!" He furiously wiped at his soiled cheek.
"Nowhere yours hasn't." Sebastian winked at him and Blaine blushed and stomped out the room where he immediately heard the strains of 'Losing My Religion', Finn's personal ring tone. He trudged into the kitchen and picked it up from where he'd thrown it on the counter last night.
"What!" Blaine snapped.
"Dude, calm down! What'd I do?" Blaine rolled his eyes as Finn's stupid voice. It was too early in the morning to deal with this.
"What do you want Finn."
"I need you to take me to the airport." Finn sounded annoyingly excited at the prospect of going somewhere as out of the way as the airport.
"It's like an hour away! What do you need to go to the airport for?"
"My brother's back in town from NYC and I need to go get him."
"Why can't you get him yourself?" Blaine asked as he went into his room and picked up a discarded pair of pants and slipped them on, resigned to the fact that he was going to have to take Finn.
"Well…I kinda spent my check on a new pair of drumsticks, but in my defense," He
hurriedly added. "They're gonna totally give me level up powers during a rock off. But I don't have money for gas now." He admitted sheepishly and laughed. Blaine sighed and shook his head at Finn's stupidity.
"I'm on my way." He grabbed his sweater off the swivel chair that sat at his desk.
"Kay, thanks. You're awesome, bro. bye."
"Bye…bitch." Blaine mumbled then pressed end and slid his phone into his pocket. He grabbed his keys off the stand next to his bed and headed towards the door, where his shoes were kicked off in haste last night.
"Sebastian, I'm leaving!" Blaine yelled while putting on his shoes. Sebastian then
appeared in the hallway and leaned against the wall, completely naked except for a long, black censor box covering his nether region.
"God Sebastian, what is WRONG with you!" He yelled, immediately covering his eyes.
"Calm down Blaine. You're pissed-off-meter's about to burst." He could hear the
chuckle in his voice.
"There's seriously something wrong with you. God! How did you even do that?" He
gestured one hand towards the box.
"You know, I'm not entirely sure. But it's cool, right?" He shimmied his hips making the box swing from side to side. "And besides, the clothes are coming off at some point tonight. Why beat around the bush. It's much simpler this way."
"Whatever, I'm leaving." Blaine turned to go but Sebastian grabbed his shoulder, which Blaine immediately jerked away from with a mumbled 'don't know where your hands have been'.
"I need you to get some Tequila on your way to wherever. And not that cheap stuff
either. I've got a potential lay coming over and he really likes his drink."
Blaine opened his mouth to say something but thought better. "I've really got to get a new roommate." Blaine mumbled and then left.
*A Fine Romance*
Fifteen minutes later, Blaine pulled in front of Finn's house and honked three times. Finn ran out the door, pulling on his jacket frantically.
"Hey man." Finn plopped into the passenger seat and smiled again. "Thanks again,
seriously dude. I owe you one—Woah!" He yelled, eyes on Blaine's ever increasing pissed-off-meter that was dangerously reaching black. "What's wrong, dude?"
Blaine mumbled something unintelligible and took off towards the highway that would lead them to Port Columbus.
"Since when do you have a brother?" Blaine asked suddenly. He raked his brain, trying to remember Finn ever mentioning anything about a brother, but he couldn't come up with anything.
"Well, stepbrother actually. Our parents got married when I had just graduated high
school."
Blaine glanced at Finn, bemused. "That doesn't explain why you've never mentioned him."
Finn sighed and scratched his head. "He was four years younger than me, so we never really got to talk much, and then there was the Basement Thing and the Rachel Thing—"
"Rachel, your girlfriend, Rachel?"
"Yeah." Finn nodded.
"What happened?"
"Uh…it was stupid. It doesn't matter now. Anyway," Finn said blushing, clearly
changing the subject. "Kurt ended up graduating early, I think he was like, 16 or something, and he got accepted to NYU, and now three years later without any contact from him, he's decided he wants to 'strengthen our family bonds'."
Blaine nodded, processing the information. To him this Kurt fellow sounded completely fucking insane, which he told Finn.
"Like I said, I don't really know him, so he might be. But I heard from Burt, his dad," he added for Blaine's benefit. "That he was having a pretty rough time in NY, so I wanna at least give him a chance."
After that the ride passed in silence, save for the radio which Finn had turned on halfway through the ride. When they finally arrived at the airport, instead of circling, like Finn repeatedly demanded they do, Blaine parked and decided that they'd wait at the baggage claim.
"Do you even know what he looks like?" Blaine asked, exasperated, as he watched
people mill about.
"Yeah. I mean, he is my brother, dude. He said he's wearing a green scarf."
Blaine nodded and they waited for about five more minutes when Fin suddenly
yelled, "That's him!" He jumped up and tan towards something Blaine couldn't see.
"Finn, wait! Where are you going?" He crashed into Finn when he suddenly stopped.
Finn was standing in front of a boy who was wearing impossibly tight black jeans and a silky looking black coat with large, pearly white buttons. Around his (pale) neck was the green (was that McQueen?) scarf Finn had been looking for. But what really got him was his face. His incredibly pale, perfect, beautiful face. His complexion was perfect, his eyes were captivating, his lips were re—moving! Oh, crap! He was saying something.
"Uh, yeah." He said slowly while shaking his head 'no'.
Kurt laughed. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, sorry. I was just…distracted." Kurt raised an eyebrow and smirked. Finn looked from Kurt to Blaine, then back to Kurt, and finally to Blaine with a scowl.
"Dude, no. Keep your eyes to yourself. He's just barely 19." There was fire in Finn's
eyes as he glared at Blaine. Literal fire; Blaine could almost feel the heat coming from the
flames. Finn turned back to Kurt. "Is that all your stuff?"
"Yes, oh big brother, it is." Kurt quipped, gesturing to the Burberry luggage and what looked like a black Bottega Veneta (maybe) duffle bag.
"Cool, dude, let's go!" Kurt's cry of 'don't call me dude' was lost as he grabbed two of Kurt's rolling suitcases and scrolled off towards the door, leaving behind Kurt and Blaine. Blaine reached for the duffle bag, but Kurt tried to stop him.
"I can carry my own bags. Finn's just being Finn."
"I know." Blaine flashed once more of his, Finn coined, 'Dazzle 'em' smiles and picked up the bag. "But I want to."
"Ever the gentleman." Kurt smirked. They were silent on the way back to the car. Blaine wanted to say something, but his brain was blank. The awkwardness was probably visible, little beeping 'Awkwards' floating around them. He sighed in relief when they got to the car, where Finn waited impatiently. Blaine pulled the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the trunk, where they put Kurt's luggage, "Carefully!", he demanded. Then they were off.
"So," Blaine began, once they were on the road. "Where are you staying?"
"With Finn."
"Ah, duh!" Blaine nodded and they fell into another awkward silence.
"So Kurt, what are you majoring in?"
"Um, originally fashion design, but that wasn't really working out, so I went out on a crazy limb and chose pre-med. Turned out to be the right thing for me."
"Really?" Blaine asked at the same time Finn said, "That's awesome, dude."
"Yes, Finn, it is awesome. Don't call me dude again."
"Sorry."
"If you're pre-med, why didn't you stay in New York interning instead of coming back to Ohio?" Blaine could feel the air grow tense.
"Some…stuff recently happened and I just thought this would be a nice break. And besides, it was getting kind of lonely being by myself.
They rode for the rest of the ride in silence.
*A Fine Romance*
After what felt like hours they pulled into Finn's driveway. Blaine opened the trunk and all three of them got out of the car, Finn energetically grabbing all three bags and (somehow) managed to get them to the front door without dropping them.
"Well," Blaine chuckled and slammed the trunk closed. "Guess that handles that." He looked at Kurt who had a small smile on his face.
"So Kurt, would you like to…go out for coffee or something tonight?"
Kurt's face immediately dropped. "Listen Blaine, I'm sure you're a nice guy, but I'm not-"
"Oh my god, you're straight, aren't you?" Blaine's eyes widened in horror as the tiny hearts in them broke.
"No!" Kurt hastily yelled. "I'm super gay, like, 100% gay, but-" He hesitated a moment. "I jus went through a really bad break up, and I'm not really looking for a boyfriend."
"That's cool…what about as friends?" He asked hopefully.
"I don't know." Kurt frowned.
"Jut one cup. I know this really great place called Some Cup. They have tea too, if you're into that."
After a couple of moments Kurt smiled. "Okay, but just as friends. Alright?"
"Yeah, I'm completely fine with that. I'll probably drop by around seven tonight, if that's alright."
Kurt nodded. "See you then. Bye Blaine."
Kurt turned and walked into the house and Blaine, smiling dopily, drove off to get Sebastian's liquor. Halway to the liquor store he got a text. When he pulled into the parking lot of the store he pulled out his phone to read the message.
Can't wait for tonight ;3 xoxo-Nick
"Fuck!" Blaine screamed. He forgot he had a boyfriend.
*A Fine Romance*
Hey to anyone who happens to be reading this. Well this is my scott Pilgrim/glee crossover Story . It's actually kind of a bit of a crossover with both the movie and the comic. In this story, Blaine is a little less dapper than he usually is. Anyway, I just hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you.