Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters; Ryan Murphy and Co
this story is based on some old episode of friends, enjoy
Rating:PG-13
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Word Count: 2,254
Summary: AU - Kurt and Blaine never met in high school, Finn is lonely and asks Kurt to help him find a girl but Kurt wants some action too so he asks Finn for the same thing.
Author's Note: My first attempt ever on writing a fan fiction. I really had a lot of fun writing Finn and Kurt :D. Plot and outlines by my lovely friend Tabris/36, who was inspired by an old episode of Friends! Tell us, what do you think?
(Please note that neither of us is a native English speaker, so we don't guarantee for perfection *cough*)
"Hey I just wanted to know if everything is alright. Please answer as soon as you're home." …
"Oh come on Kurt I didn't mean any harm, you know that! Anyway just call me back and we'll talk this out, ok?"…
"Kurt, I'm worried. How about picking up the phone? Please, pretty please?"
With a cheeping sound my brother's voice faded.
This is the third voice mail I've got so far. Maybe Finn really is worried about me?
Well he better be worried. I want him to literally feel how angry I am. Although angry is not the right word… disappointed. Yes, that would be the better way to describe my current state of mind. And if I didn't have the least bit of pride I would most probably curl into a bloody little ball to sob to a fare-thee-well and write down all of this evening's events in some ruddy diary.
As a beeping noise signalled the income of yet another voice mail, I pulled the plug out of my phone and the answering machine and went straight towards my bed. Sighing, I closed my eyes in an attempt to order my thoughts…
All of this mess started last week, when Finn showed up at my dad's car repair shop to bring some of the necessary spare parts, as we had a shortage of oil- and air filters.
"You know Kurt… " Finn said, leaning against the doorframe, "… lately I've been thinking that it would be time for me to be… in the running again," a goofy grin embellished his face.
"In the running for what?" My voice came out rather distracted as I was trying to fix some screws with a wrench.
"For girls," he answered while he nervously scratched the back of his head.
"So?" I didn't even have to ask, since he was acting more than obvious already.
"So… well. You're gay, aren't you? So you must have like a ton of beautiful girlfriends! Maybe you've got one to spare for your handsome, nice and charming older brother?"
Irritated I raised one of my eyebrows. If he wasn't my brother, and I didn't know that he sometimes lacked common sense and sensitivity, I would have most likely lectured him about how ridiculously annoying stereotyping is. But for Christ's sake, if I can't refuse his desperate begging, I should at least try to get to a compromise.
"Let's say, just hypothetically, that I have friends who would suit your taste…"
"Yes?" he asked in a voice filled with pleasant anticipation.
"…What would be in it for me?" As I finished my sentence you could literally see the joy escaping his face, leaving a confused expression.
"What do you mean… do you want my money? My car? Man, you're some hustler!"
"Hell no! My requirement is to participate in the date," I said in an annoyed tone, shocked by his goofiness.
"…I didn't know you were a voyeur, brother," Finn giggled.
"No, not like that Finn! Oh my God, just no! You know, a double date. Just like in the movies. I find a girl who suits you and you find a nice guy for me. Deal?" I reached out and we shook our hands on it. "But don't forget, I don't want a random guy, okay? Try to find me someone special, most of all trustworthy," I demanded with a worried look.
"Kay Kurt, but the same applies to you!"
If I had something like a magical tool, which would have shown me what was going to happen, I would have never made this suggestion.
My doomsday started rather peacefully. I brought my carefully chosen friend Andrea, also called Andy with me. She's rather beautiful and her interests seem to match perfectly with those of Finn. She also happens to be one of my best friends. Well, nothing but the best for my brother. I wouldn't want him to run off with some crazy, superficial hen.
"Look at your clothes Kurt, you're like a prince charming! I think I'm on my way to be a grooms maid," Andy smiled as she fixed my collar.
"Thank you, you look amazing as well in your dress," My voice was trembling, since I was already nervous of what was awaiting me inside of the restaurant.
Mentally, I was cursing at Finn for picking a fancy place like this over a casual location, which made me more tensed. Laughing, she patted my back "Well that's because you chose it for me. Relax, it'll be fun." I managed to force a smile back. Somehow I'm glad I chose her to be Finns blind date. Having someone I know and trust accompanying me made me feel a little less uneasy.
"Now let's go in, shall we?" In a gentlemen like manner I held the door open for Andy. While she managed to walk inside without breaking her ankles in those high heels, like the klutz she is, I peeked around the diner hall in order to look for Finn and my date-to-be.
Standing in front of me was an approximately six foot tall male with dark brown hair and a pair of mind-blowing hazel eyes. His attire seemed to be tailored to his slender, yet muscular body. The suit was held in traditional shades of black with a black tie and a white shirt underneath. Neither too boring nor too swanky, which caused my little fashion loving heart to make a small flip. Just where did my goofy big brother bury out a good-looking guy like this? His usual friends are far from charming and he couldn't have possibly created him in some kind of laboratory…
I took a deep breath to calm myself down. "Andy, this is Finn Hudson my stepbrother, Finn this is Andrea Clark" Smiling, Andy shook hands with my brother and greeted him.
"Blaine this is my brother Kurt Hummel. Kurt, this is Blaine um… yes, Blaine it is," Finn said nervously, scratching his sleeve.
"Well, actually it's Blaine Anderson, not Blaine Blaine," he said laughing, shaking my hand while I put on a cranky smile because of Finns ineffable idiocy.
After some small talk about the weather we actually found a few topics we could have heated discussions about, such as the reasons why our favourite actors are brilliant. He even is a regular Vogue reader. Just where the hell has this guy been all my life?
"What else do you like to do?" I asked smiling. Not crankily like before, he managed to make me feel relaxed in just a short amount of time, which is practically as rare as Finn saying something intelligent.
"Well, I like singing" he explained, taking a sip of his coke.
"You should sing for me some time," I demanded, still smiling.
"Well, if you don't mind I have something I would like to show you," he winked at me while taking out his iPod and placed his chair close to mine.
I placed one earplug inside of my ear as he pressed the play button. "Wow, is this really you singing?" I questioned in surprise.
"Well yes, it is. I sing in a band and we occasionally record our stuff," Blaine chuckled. I closed my eyes and let myself drift away for a while. When the song ended I noticed just how close his face was and let out a small gasp. I was directly staring into his eyes. And his eyes are gorgeous, I tell you. You could tell that my face slowly adopted shades of pink, which faded into a nice tomato red tone. Getting the hint, Blaine slowly moved away from me mumbling 'sorry' under his breath.
"I can't believe this is the first time the two of you meet. It's almost as if you know each other for years," Andy threw in with a surprised look on her face.
"Yes, it really was a nice coincidence that Finn dropped by in the music store yesterday. Not everyone would have had the guts to ask a stranger out on a double date, especially a staff member," Blaine explained with a hearty laugh.
Wait, what? … Stranger… Staff member? I deadpanned. "Finn I think you have something between your teeth"
Fin took a spoon and looked at his detention in its reflection. "MwhIdhnt" (translation: "No I don't")
"Oh yes you have," I jumped off my chair and dragged him forcefully to the men's restroom by his wrist.
"Why did you ask a staff member to go on a date with me? Didn't I tell you that I wanted to meet someone trustworthy? What if he's a bully or something like that?" I trembled in fury.
"What is all the fuss about? Until just now you wouldn't even have minded if I collected him out of a dumpster!" Finn crossed his arms in a defensive manner.
"Oh so this is what I'm worth? Dumpster trash? I actually had quite a lot of trouble finding a girl who would endure your brain shitting," I hissed.
"Oh come on now, you know that's not true. Do you even know how much trouble it was to find a gay man at short notice? I had to bring any man, otherwise you would have kicked my butt," Finn tried to explain desperately.
"What do you mean by any man?… Is he even into guys?" I asked in confusion. Finn pointed his gaze to the ground. Exasperated I took my brother by the collar and pushed him onto the wall. "IS HE GAY?" I screamed in anger, demanding an immediate answer.
"Kurt, man I don't know… I'm sorry, ok?" Finn stuttered. I loosened my grip and turned my back to him, ready to leave when he suddenly said "Don't be a girl now will you? You like him anyway, or am I wrong?"
These words were equal to twisting a knife in a wound. Not because I was disappointed about his lie, or because of the impudent things he said. It hurt because he was right. I would still like Blaine, but what about him? What if he was just out for a funny chitchat because he had nothing better to do? Or if he wanted to fool around just to make me look like a gibbering idiot? With that I excused myself and took the next taxi home.
Suddenly I woke up. It was around 10 am so I must have passed out like a dead man, god thanks it is Saturday. I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth and went out to go to the Lima Bean when I suddenly heard a voice behind me.
"Hey, you should be careful where you drop your money" A smiling Blaine strolled his way towards me with my wallet in his hands.
"What are you doing here?" I asked Blaine rather shocked.
"Buying coffe, what else would I do in here?" he said ruffling my hair while he put my wallet back into my jacket pocket. I eyed him rather suspicious.
"I've never seen you in this part of the town, so why would you suddenly come here to buy coffe?"
Blaine let out a sigh. "Okay, okay you got me. I asked Finn where I might find you because I wanted to talk to you again," he admitted laughing softly.
"And instead of asking for my phone number you just decided to creep up on me on the corner of the street?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Don't give me so few credit. I tried to call, but I could neither reach your phone nor your mailbox," he said.
Then it hit me. While I pulled out the plug of my phone I must have cut off his call. Maybe I really don't give him enough credit. Thinking back on what I thought he could be up to yesterday, I felt a little ashamed. Yet, I couldn't help but smile. "I'm sorry, Blaine. So you came to check up on me?" I asked, noticeably less doubtful.
"Not exactly. I came because you owe me something,"
"Owe you, what?" I was confused.
Just then he leaned in and whispered his answer into my ear. "A real date." Suddenly he turned his head and gave me a quick peck on my cheek. "Anyway, I'm off to work. I'll see you soon!" he said walking away smiling.
Who the hell does he think he is? Just kissing me like that… I inhaled deeply and took my wallet out of my jacket pocket, when a small piece of paper dropped out of it. Leaving his phone number in my pocket… just how much of a macho is he? When I picked up the paper, my eyes widened in surprise. There was no number, as I would have expected, neither a soppy pick-up line. Just three little words:
"Yes I am."