A/N: Hello lovely people. I am so so grateful at the response I got already on my last story, thank you guys! Of course I needed to write another. This one is future!Klaine too, because those are kind of my favorites.
Blaine Anderson began packing away his beloved guitar, stretching his neck after his long day at work. His fingers grazed over the smooth wood of the guitar, admiring the fret board that was partially worn away from years of use. He was proud of the obvious marks, showing how well loved his instrument was, though the rest of the guitar was in pristine condition. After all, the thing was kind of his baby.
Blaine checked that everything in his studio was packed away, straightening a stack of sheet music on the piano. He was about to flick the light switch and call it a day, when he heard a quiet knock on the already open door. He was surprised to see Ethan, his last student for the day, reappear in the doorway.
"Forget something Ethan?" Blaine asked, confused.
"Actually Mr. Anderson," Soon to be Anderson-Hummel, he thought, twirling the still-new ring around his finger, "I kind of had a, um, personal question."
Intrigued, Blaine gestured for Ethan to sit down, now more curious than confused. He had always had good relationships with his students, but never had someone sought him out to talk about anything personal.
"It's actually about, uh, someone I...have feelings for." Just as soon as he said it, he nearly tripped over himself in his haste to leave the room. "Never mind, it was stupid, sorry to waste your time Mr. Anderson-"
"Ethan," Blaine laughed lightly, "sit down, I have plenty of time. Clearly this is important enough for you to come talk to me about it." He smiled reassuringly.
Ethan slowly sank back into his seat, looking at Blaine sheepishly. "Okay well, there's someone I've known since I was little, and so we're kind of best friends. Our moms know each other really well, and our dads watch sports every weekend together, and barbecue in the summer. All that stuff. We used to be neighbors." He looked up at his teacher, and Blaine nodded for him to continue, "Well, I've always thought we would stay friends until we got married and really old. But once we got to middle school, I kind of started to like them. And then when we started high school, I realized I really, really liked my best friend."
Blaine knew the feeling. Before turning his attention back to Ethan, he briefly hoped he would get home before Kurt fell asleep on the couch, napping before they made dinner together.
Ethan took a deep breath and waited for Blaine to look back at him. Blaine looked up and said, "Love, or even just deep feelings for someone else can be scary. But it's also why it's so worth it in the end. But I can tell there's more, go on."
"Yea, love is scary," Ethan whispered.
So he's in love, Blaine mused. He wasn't too surprised; when Ethan was talking about this mystery person, he might as well have stamped 'hopelessly in love' on his forehead. He recognized it, because he saw it on Kurt's face when he looked at Blaine. He knew he did the same, because Wes and David had said on multiple occasions, "Please, for the love of god, stop with the goo goo eyes. It's giving us serious cavities."
Ethan continued his story. "Before, I knew for a fact I was the only one who had these kinds of feelings. It was a one sided thing, and I had gotten used to being just friends without any kind of hope for anything more than that. But now, it's different, even though I know he couldn't possibly think of mein thatway. Still, it's kind of killing me."
Blaine had started to notice the pointed lack of gender pronouns. He had used the same trick before, when trying to get love advice from his oblivious mother. But he didn't want to call Ethan out on it. He would tell him when he felt it was necessary.
"I just don't know what to do with myself anymore, you know? The only thing that has helped has been playing guitar. The music kind of makes me let go of what I'm feeling. That's one of the reasons I wanted to ask you for advice."
Blaine understood the feeling of release music gave. But he also knew that sooner or later, everybody had to face reality. He told Ethan this. "But you said that was just one reason you came to me," Blaine asked, "what was the other?"
"You and Kurt. Both of you... You have something figured out."
Blaine paused for a while, taking in what Ethan had said. He and Kurt did have something he understood to be incredibly special. Not that they didn't have stupid arguments over things like what kind of plates they needed in their apartment, or what color curtains needed to go in the living room (when Blaine has suggested red or blue, Kurt accused him of having a Dalton fetish). He remembered the time Kurt stole all of his hair gel, and he had retaliated by hiding all of Kurt's precious scarves. In the end, Kurt was right about the hair gel – though Blaine would neveradmit that, and Kurt got his extensive scarf collection returned to him. Regardless, he and Kurt did have something figured out, and he knew part of it had to do with that fact that everything between them was unconditional. Both gave and asked for nothing in return.
"His name is Sam," Ethan said softly, "my best friend, the one I'm in love with. So that's the last reason I wanted to talk to you. Because you and Kurt are not only the best couple I know, but you're also the best gay couple I know. I've only seen Kurt with you every once a while, when he visits you at work. So I guess I don't know that you're the best couple. But, god, the way you look at each other... I want Sam to look at me like that."
Blaine smiled reassuringly, and thought for a moment of how exactly to answer him. Frankly, he wasn't quite sure, and Ethan needed strong advice right now.
"You know what?" Blaine finally said, "I think you need to talk to Kurt. He's much better at this. Would you be okay talking to Kurt about all this?"
Ethan thought for a moment before answering, "Yea, you know what, why not. I could use all the help I can get." He laughed, his mood lifting.
It was settled then. Blaine promised to let him know at his next guitar lesson when he could talk to Kurt, before clasping Ethan's shoulder reassuringly. They said goodbye, and as Blaine drove home – a little too fast, but who could blame him when Kurt was waiting for him – and wondered how Kurt would handle Ethan's situation. He wasn't exactly sure, but he knew Kurt would damn well have something to say.
He chuckled at the thought of his wonderful but very opinionated fiancée, smiling at the sight of Kurt already sleeping soundly on their living room couch.
A/N: I was going to stick to oneshots, but this one is definitely going to be multi-chaptered, probably 3 or 4 chapters. If any of you have suggestions as to where you want this to go, please let me know, I'm definitely curious to see what you think! Oh and also, i really want to know what you think of Ethan. I kind of liked the awkward, slightly inarticulate teenager in contrast to Blaine as his teacher, but let me know if you like the character or not