Hello devoted fan fiction-goers! Sorry about this whole thing… if you're familiar with me multi-chaptered writing "King of New York", I should have you know I'm having a bit of writer's block on the third chapter with that, so in no way am I neglecting it for this. I am greatly flattered with the reviews and alerts! They make my life! At the end, I'll add something else you might be fond of :D anyway, this is a one-shot, like my other one-shot, "Save The Last Dance For Me". This has no relation to that. So here you are! By the way, this is during/post-BIOTA.
Disclaimer; if I owned Glee, I wouldn't be putting it here, would I?
Three, two, one. Three steps away from the Berry's Oscar Room for the Rachel Berry Houseparty Trainwreck Extravaganza. Kurt was actually excited. He knew he wasn't going to drink, considering he's gone down that Rhode before. What actually was going to happen that night he wasn't exactly prepared for.
The party was going great. Sure, everyone but Finn and Kurt were hammered out of their mind, but great. Sure, Brittany was stripping, Quinn and Lauren biting off Puck's head, Tina and Mercedes giggling all giddy in the corner, Rachel drooling over Finn, sitting on the stage, and Blaine rocking out to something in the corner, but it was all fun. That was, until what happened next, for a certain Warbler.
"Let's play spin th-thaa-the bottle! Let's play spin the bottle!" Rachel stammered. The other thirteen in attendance were hooting wildly-including Kurt. They gathered in a circle and grabbed a beer bottle. Let the games begin.
One, two, three, four, five,-and the bottle halted. Brittany's eyes glanced up to see Sam. So, Brittany and Sam leaned in. Before they went at it, obviously Santana had to interject. "Just so y'all know, those lips. Belong. To moi." they all overlooked it. But was she talking about Sam, or the other person involved in the kiss? Just thought I'd point that out. They leaned in, and kissed. They both seemed to like it-a lot.
Now, it was Rachel's turn. One, two, three-and stopped. On. Blaine. Kurt's heart stopped. Then he began to breathe again. It was only spin the bottle. Just an innocent game, right? And Blaine's not even straight.
Rachel leaned in, and then Blaine leaned in. And they kissed. But it wasn't your normal kiss. They completely made out. And worse, Blaine looked like he liked it. Kurt's thoughts were racing. 'Don't get jealous. He's not even straight. He's gay! G-A-Y. But you like him! Damn, Kurt you love him!'
The two pulled away. Rachel said "Your face. Tastes. Awesome." Blaine giggled, then backed away. Finn noticed a confused look on Blaine's face.
The party went on for many more hours, and later died down as people started going home. Blaine was completely hammered, and since his parents would've been totally pissed, Kurt asked Blaine if he wanted to spend the night at his place, and Blaine said "Well, my dad would beat the crap out of me iff-ifff-if I c-c-came home drunk, so yep yep yeppertz." Kurt laughed, and took Blaine's phone and texted Blaine's mom from it. His mom replied and said it was fine. So, Kurt began to drive.
Blaine reached for the small knob to the right, and turned up the volume. Blaine said "Oh, I love thi-this song…" and began to sing at the chorus "I'm on the right track, baby I was born this way!" Kurt giggled. Even when Blaine was drunk his voice rang like an angel.
They arrived at the Hudson-Hummel house (Hudmel) at about 3:30. They climbed up the stairs and quietly made their way to Kurt's room. He let Blaine take the bed, and Kurt took the ground, so that in the morning Blaine wouldn't jump to conclusions.
Blaine woke up the next morning, and oddly didn't have any hangover symptoms.(at least that's how the show put it!) and looked at Kurt lying on the floor. Blaine realized he had such a good friend. But he remembered. He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember anything from last night! Before he started drinking, yeah, but after he had a few-it was gone. Blaine had the sudden urge to sing a Panic! At The Disco song. Quietly, of course.
Swear to shake it up
If you swear to listen
Oh, we're still so young,
Desperate for attention.
I aim to be…
Alright!
Trophy boys, trophy wives…
Blaine thought to himself 'that was pretty random. Why did I just start singing 'The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage'?'
"Nice singing, Urie. You realize it's so late it's nine in the afternoon? And yes, that was a reference." Kurt said. Blaine really hoped Kurt wasn't awake. Damn.
Blaine said "You heard that? Did I wake you up?" Kurt laughed. "No, I've been up." Blaine could tell there was something wrong with Kurt, just by his voice. "Kurt, what's wrong?" Blaine questioned. Kurt answered, in a stern tone, "Nothing. Feeling okay?" Blaine answered that question. "Yeah, I'm fine. Do you wanna go get some coffee?" Kurt nodded yes. Just to be safe, Kurt drove.
They were in line for coffee, and Kurt perfectly ordered his and Blaine's order. Kurt kept quiet the whole time other than the order as they were sitting at the table. Blaine may not have been the most perceptive person, but he knew when his friend was distressed.
"Kurt, what's wrong? You've barely talked this whole time. You know you can tell me anything." almost in no time, Kurt answered. "Do you not remember what happened at Rachel's last night?" Blaine was confused. Kurt said "Think back. Just think back." Blaine said "I remember getting there, turning down those stupid drink cards, getting hooked on the bloody mary's, and then…" Kurt interjected "Think back a little after you drank. Just think, Blaine!" Blaine was a little puzzled, but continued. "Then, I remember Rachel saying something about spin the bottle, then-oh, oh, oh!"
Blaine was in a huge spout of self-loathing. "Omigod, Kurt, I-" "How could you do this, Blaine? Especially after what happened with the GapAttack! I get it, you were hammered, but can't you take me seriously!" Blaine said "I swear, Kurt it was just a drunk thing, it never meant anything, I-" "I can't look at you right now, Blaine. We need a month off, so we can forget about this. And then maybe we can salvage our friendship." and Kurt walked out. Blaine didn't know what to do. Kurt was his best friend.
It was two weeks later, and Blaine and Kurt didn't have the closest thing to a socialization. Kurt's heart was aching, but he knew this was necessary or else their friendship would be tarnished. He had to stay strong.
Blaine, on the other hand, was taking it much worse. He had to tell Wes everything that happened.
"Wes! Wes! I need to talk to you, and I can't hold it in without telling someone." Wes turned around, and they walked into the lounge. "What's going on, Blaine?" Blaine told Wes everything-everything.
Wes said "And why are you taking this so hard? He's your friend." Blaine said "I don't know! But I hate being away from him like this and I don't know what this is, and-omigod. I just-I-I,I-I gotta go!" and ran out. There was only one thing he could do now. He had to go to Kurt.
It was Friday, so Finn had football, and Burt and Carole were working. Blaine knew Kurt was home alone, so this worked out perfectly. Blaine drove from Dalton to Kurt's house, knowing what he had to do. He pulled into the Hudmel driveway. He exited his car, and knocked on the door. He was surprised to see Burt home. He said "Hello, Mr. Hummel. Is Kurt home?" Burt said "Yeah, he's in his room. I'll be downstairs if you need me." Blaine walked up the stairs and stood outside Kurt's door. He began to sing.
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let 'em out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I'm okay
But that's now what gets me
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And havin' so much to say
And watchin' you walk away
And never knowing
What could've been
Not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do.
Kurt heard this and automatically knew it was Blaine. This was one of Kurt's favorite songs. How did Blaine know that? Wait a minute… 'not seeing that LOVING YOU is what I was trying to do'! is this the message he's sending!
It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doin' it.
It's hard t force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still harder
Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heard
That I left unspoken
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could've been
Not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
What hurts the most
Was being so close
Kurt was surprised when Blaine reached Gary's notes like that. They're really high, afterall.
And having so much to say
And watching you walk away
And never knowing
What could've been
Not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do.
Kurt opened the door. He said "Blaine, what does that mean?" Blaine smiled, and said "When we were apart for so long, I found myself lost in my personal pool of sorrow. I didn't realize how much you mean to me until then. And then I thought that if I were away from Wes and David that long I wouldn't be that sad. And then I realized, that-" "Realized what, Blaine?" Blaine smiled, then said "I know I'm not a very perceptive person, whether to other people, or myself. And I finally realized what this feeling was. And, well, I realized, that-I,-I love you, Kurt." Kurt smiled, then said "Prove it." he said while laughing. Blaine said "Don't mind if I do." and Blaine swept him into a passionate kiss, putting his hands around Kurt's back, and smiling in the kiss.
Kurt equally returned it, and put his hands on Blaine, too. Blaine pulled back, just barely, and his face was just in front of Kurt's. He said "You know what? That was my first real kiss. Ya know, with the gender I'm actually interested in." Kurt giggled "Me too. With the gender I like, cause well, Karovsky doesn't cou-" "Don't bring that son of a bitch here. This moment is about you and me." They smiled, hugged tightly, and kissed each other passionately.
"I was wondering when you two would finally get together." they looked back to see Burt smiling at the newly-formed couple. "Blaine, two things. First, nice song. I love Rascal Flatts. Second, if you pressure my son in any way, I swear to God, I will make you wish you were never born." Blaine smiled. "Thank you, and I would never do anything that could potentially harm Kurt." Kurt looked puzzled. "Dad, I thought you were downstairs? How could you hear Blaine?" Burt smiled with guilt. "I hid in the bathroom. I needed to hear this." they laughed "Dad, you're getting as bad as Carole!" Burt smiled, and walked downstairs.
The two didn't know how they knew it, but they knew that they would be with each other forever.
There ya go! I'm thinking about possibly adding an epilogue that would be several chapters, so I guess it wouldn't be a one-shot. Please, let me know if an epilogue is wanted! Please! So, could you do me a favor and click the "Review This Chapter" button below? And, if you liked this, PLEASE check out my one-shot, also a Klaine\Blurt\Kurt Coblaine story, entitled "Save The Last Dance For Me". It's a little longer, but a one-shot. Anyway, that song was "What Hurts The Most" by Rascal Flatts, which I also don't own. Anyway, please review, and check out my other one-shot. Thanks!
~Jordan
~blurtfreak107