It was 5:07 in the afternoon when Kurt found himself sitting on his bed with his best friend and resident geek, Blaine Anderson.
"...and I was thinking, 'Well maybe if she deflated that giant diva head of hers now and again, she wouldn't be so off balance,' and I mean, I almost said that, too! But I didn't want to inadvertently call attention to Katie shifting ever so slightly so Santana would fall off," Kurt said, recounting tales and gossip from Cheerio practice. Blaine laughed and finished tuning the strings of his guitar. Kurt smiled at him, watching his fingers manoeuvre around the neck, testing chords, strumming out a little tune.
Kurt zoned out after a while, mesmerised by the easy movement of Blaine's hands on the instrument.
"Kurt?" Blaine murmured, snapping the other boy out of his reverie. "I wanted to, uh...play something. Sort of. Tell me if you like it? It's...for someone."
Kurt smiled tightly. Someone? Who someone? Did he know this someone? Has Blaine Anderson found someone else to serenade? Blaine glanced warily at Kurt before starting off the riff.
"He's cold and he's cruel, but he knows what he's doing.
He pushed me in the pool at our last school reunion.
He laughs at my dreams, but I dream about his laughter.
Strange as it seems, he's the one I'm after."
Kurt bit his lip, blood starting to boil. Who the hell was this doucheface that was kicking Blaine around? And why the fuck did Blaine like it?
"'Cause he's bittersweet, he knocks me off of my feet, and I can't help myself, I don't want anyone else.
He's a mystery, he's too much for me, but I keep coming back for more.
He's just the boy I'm looking for."
Blaine played it out and finished the rest of the song. Kurt stayed silent.
"Kurt?" Blaine whispered, staring at his friend.
"Who is this guy and when can I sink my fist into his face?" Kurt muttered through gritted teeth. Blaine stared at him and doubled over, laughing his ass off. Kurt stared at him, confused and slightly hurt.
"Blaine." Kurt said.
Blaine stifled his laughter long enough to say, "Kurt, no! No one's—!" and then he burst into a fit of giggles.
Kurt's anger dissipated slowly as he watched Blaine roll around on his bed.
"Then what—who—was the song about?" Kurt asked. Blaine stilled and smiled.
"Let's put it this way: this guy is...he should act like that. He's got status and flair and everyone really expects him to be an asshole. But he isn't. He's sweet and funny and witty and I like him a lot. He's my best friend," Blaine murmured quietly.
Kurt's eyes widened in realisation before narrowing again.
"First of all, I never pushed you into that pool at Rachel's birthday party. I goaded you into jumping in." Blaine laughed again, long and loud.
"Second of all..." Kurt began. Blaine paused as the other boy started moving closer. His eyes fell to Kurt's lips.
"Blaine."
Blaine's gaze rose from Kurt's lips to his eyes. There was a mischievous fire dancing there, with a strange little...something lying underneath.
"Kiss me," Kurt murmured, breath fanning over Blaine's face. He smelled like mint.
It took a second before Blaine obliged, leaning in and capturing Kurt's lips with his own. Kurt tasted wonderful, like all the best flavours in the world came together and made the angels sing.
The boys broke away after a minute, eyes shining, chests heaving.
"Be mine?" Blaine whispered against Kurt's skin.
"Always."
