Chapter 1: Not another Gap attack
A/N: I just found out that I should put author's notes in my stories or else I'll seem like a bland old nugget of a writer. So here's my first author's note.
Hey. So I realize that people asked for another chapter of my other story Only You, but I honestly do not know how to continue it. I planned on making it just 2 chapters. But If you like the story and you have an idea of what to write about, please tell me. I'm all ears.
So I just watched the Dublin Klaine skit and I cannot stop laughing. Where the hell were all the teachers?
Alright, so this starts in Jeremiah's POV but then switches to Blaine's POV but it's always in 3rd person…you'll understand it once you read it.
Jeremiah's POV
This was not happening. It wasn't. He just got his job back at the Gap after a lot of begging and he could not afford to lose it.
But there he was, the boy who made his life a temporary hell from just one song.
And what was he doing? Looking at sweaters. Acting like nothing had happened. If he started to randomly sing, Jeremiah was going to stab him with a hanger.
But he wasn't wearing his uniform. He was dressed casually so he probably wasn't here to sing. Then why was he here.
A thought occurred: maybe he was a stalker.
He did not want a stalker. It was bad enough being gay. He didn't need another guy following him around.
That was it. Jeremiah was going to tell this guy that enough was enough. He didn't care if the stupid prep boy liked him or not. He didn't want to get fired. He started to walk over to Blaine.
Blaine's POV
These sweaters were amazing. And more importantly, Kurt would approve of Blaine wearing them. He was extremely glad the Gap didn't banish him. Most of the clothes here, Kurt approved of. And it was hard to get Kurt's approval when it came to fashion.
He was about to go find his boyfriend to ask if he was ready to leave when he heard a voice from behind him. A strangely familiar voice.
"What the hell man?" Blaine turned around and saw Jeremiah walking up to him with a furious expression on his face. He still had the wildly messy hair that he had last time Blaine had seen him. Blaine wondered what he had ever seen in him. Compared to Kurt, he looked like an ugly little troll. Most guys did, compared to Kurt.
"Oh hey Jeremiah. I see you got your job back. Terribly sorry about causing you to get fired." Blaine threw on the dapper charm but Jeremiah still seemed pissed off.
"Why are you stalking me? I don't want to lose this job again." Blaine frowned, confused.
"Excuse me? I'm not stalking you." Blaine said. Jeremiah didn't seem to hear him.
"Look. I don't care if you're in love with me. I don't like you. Get it through your head." Jeremiah crossed his arms, clearly waiting Blaine to apologize or something along those lines.
All Blaine could do was stutter with his mouth hanging open.
"Um-uh. I'm not in lo-love with you, Jeremiah. I have a-" but Blaine never had to finish his sentence because Kurt chose that moment to walk up behind Blaine and, wrap his arms around his waist.
"Hey Blaine. I found those pink sunglasses you were looking for." He looked over Blaine's shoulder and just took notice to Jeremiah. At first fear flashed across his face but then he smiled.
"Oh hey Jeremiah. You got your job back, that's great." Kurt continued to hold Blaine, despite the astonished face, Jeremiah was giving him.
"Um. Jeremiah." Blaine said, pulling Kurt around to his side, still with Kurt's arm around his waist, where it should be. "I'd like you to meet my boyfriend Kurt.
A/N: Yeah. So if you are one of the crazy stupid people who think Jeremiah and Blaine are a "cute couple" then tough luck. I am a Klaine shipper. Why are you even reading a story about Kurt and Blaine? Go die in a hole you non-believers!
Anyway, please review. Reviews are like Kloffee to me. :P