Day 1 – Lost in Your Eyes, Debbie Gibson
A/N: Hi, kids! I'm not sure how well I'll do on the challenge this year around, but we'll give it a shot. This one is canon, and set after the end of "Silly Love Songs." (Ep 2.12)
"You know, you're kind of an idiot sometimes."
Blaine doesn't shift his gaze, but simply replies, "Hello to you too, Jeffrey."
The blonde shifts a little closer, slinging a casual arm around his fellow Warbler. "I mean, you get good grades and all, and you seem like a reasonably intelligent human being…" he muses.
"Thank you," Blaine interjects.
"But then, you do something and I'm just like…idiot."
"Care to show your work?" Blaine retorts, still not looking at Jeff.
"Well, to be honest, there's really only one subject that seems to stump you, and you're staring right at him," Jeff says quietly into his ear.
Blaine turns his head sharply, eliciting a laugh from his friend. "Ah, now I have your attention."
"What…what are you…I wasn't staring," Blaine argues weakly.
Jeff, giving him the side-eye, takes Blaine's chin lightly in his fingers and turns his head back in the direction it was previously pointing. "Dude, you've been ogling Kurt for the past half hour. Would you just go over there and ask him to dance or something already? It's exhausting."
Blaine squirms just enough to free himself of Jeff's grip. "It's complicated, Jeff," he sighs, following it with a brief rundown of the week's drama.
"Pssh, is that all you've got?" Jeff says dismissively. "Listen to me. I've seen the way you look at him. I've seen the way he looks at you. He basically told you how he feels, and – believe it or not – you did, too. Seems to me everything is just as it should be, except you are here," he emphasizes the point by squeezing Blaine's arm, "and he is all the way over there," he finishes with a gentle shove, pushing Blaine out of the booth he'd been occupying.
Blaine stumbles out and catches himself, standing and reflexively straightening his blazer and tie. He looks back at Jeff, who just stares at him expectantly and waves a hand towards Kurt as if to say, "Go ahead."
Blaine turns towards Kurt, who is across the room laughing with his girls from McKinley. With a deep breath and one last smoothing hand to his hair, he crosses the room.
Kurt's friends are just on their way to get something to drink, leaving Kurt conveniently alone for a few seconds. Blaine takes his chance and taps him on the shoulder. Kurt spins around, and his face immediately lights up. "Hi!" he says brightly.
"May I have this dance?" Blaine asks, bowing forward ever so slightly and holding out his hand. Kurt stares at Blaine, then his hand, then back at Blaine again.
"Are you sure?" he asks, and Blaine knows he isn't asking if it's appropriate or not. He knows exactly what Kurt's asking.
Blaine steps forward and lays a hand lightly on Kurt's arm. "Dance with me, Kurt," he repeats, his voice soft and all hints of teasing gone.
Kurt takes a beat to consider, locking eyes with Blaine and searching for what he needs to know. Blaine, for his part, takes the moment to admire Kurt's deep blue eyes. He knew they were blue, of course, but he'd never really taken the time to see, to appreciate, to study. They're gorgeous. How has he not seen this before?
"I'd love to," Kurt's gentle voice stirs him from his thoughts, and Blaine can't help but smile warmly. He holds out his hand once more, and for the first time, feels a tingle when Kurt takes it.
The event had turned into a sort of karaoke free-for-all once the Warblers finished performing. After all, in a room full of show choir kids, it was bound to happen. Someone had hooked up their phone to the sound system, and was playing background tracks for anyone who wanted to perform. One song is just ending as Kurt and Blaine approach the dance floor, but another starts up immediately. (Rachel isn't giving up the stage easily.)
Without discussion, the two boys slip into each other's arms in a perfect dance hold – Blaine's hand on Kurt's waist, Kurt's hand on Blaine's bicep, and their other two hands interlocked and twined between their chests. They fall into an easy rhythm as Rachel floats into a late 80's ballad:
I get lost in your eyes
And I feel my spirits rise
And soar like the wind…
Is it love that I am in?
I get weak in a glance
Isn't this what's called romance?
And now I know
'Cause when I'm lost I can let go
Blaine pulls Kurt a little closer, and Kurt goes willingly.
I don't mind not knowing what I'm headed for
You can take me to the skies
It's like being lost in heaven
When I'm lost in your eyes
"Blaine," Kurt murmurs, his voice almost a whisper, "I thought you…you said…" he trails off, not sure how to articulate his thoughts, especially with Blaine's warm hand now splayed against the small of his back.
"I was scared, Kurt," Blaine admits, looking deeply again into the blue eyes before him. He pauses, then adds, "I don't want to be scared anymore. Not with you."
I just fell, don't know why
Something's there we can't deny…
And when I first knew
Was when I first looked at you
Kurt feels himself leaning in slightly. There's no decision to do it; it just happens. He hesitates, though, remembering where they are and that they are not alone. Just as Blaine tilts his head to the side, Kurt stops him, saying, "Wait…not here."
Blaine sucks in a quick breath, coming to his senses and realizing Kurt's discomfort. Letting his hand slide off of Kurt's back, but maintaining his hold on his hand, he whispers, "Come with me?" Kurt nods and follows Blaine out a side door.
The cold February air has a bite to it, but neither boy seems to mind. The music from inside, now muffled by the door, can still be heard just enough to count.
And if I can't find my way
If salvation is worlds away
Oh, I'll be found
When I am lost in your eyes
Blaine takes Kurt into his arms once more, the two swaying gently but not really moving their feet at all. Their faces are close, breaths intermingling in visible little puffs. "Kurt, can I kiss you?" Blaine asks, shy and bold all at once.
Kurt, charmed by the fact that Blaine asked, smiles softly. He still isn't sure what has changed, or why, but in Blaine's honey-colored eyes – sincere, unsure, and warm – he sees enough.
I don't mind not knowing what I'm headed for
You can take me to the skies
It's like being lost in heaven
When I'm lost in your eyes
A small nod, a returned smile, and then the distance between them shrinks to nothing. Kurt's quick intake of breath makes a sharp sound, but the sensation of Blaine's lips against his is such a shock and a delight that he can't help it. Kurt's hand on Blaine's shoulder flexes open wide, then relaxes and slides up and around to the back of his neck. Blaine's hand tenderly cups Kurt's cheek as their lips press together, moving tentatively at first, but gaining confidence with each passing second. Eventually, they'll have to part for lack of oxygen and because it really is much too cold to stay outside, but until then…
I get weak in a glance
Isn't this what's called romance?
Oh, I'll be found
When I am lost in your eyes
A/N: I mean, who wanted to wait for "Original Song" anyway?