Klaine
So this is my first of hopefully many random Klaine short stories. I just love fluff and cute Klainebows so yah. :P depending on the reviews I get *HINT HINT* I have a few multi-chapter ideas I may work with. Please enjoy and review!
Disclaimer- I know everyone says this, but if I owned Glee (and I don't) it would be filled with Klainebows and Klisses and Klugs and Kluddles and Wednesdays would become all Gleeks weekly trip to the dentist.
OH YAH. I forgot to say that in my version of The First Time (and therefore in this Glee universe) Finchel didn't do the deed that night. I mainly made that decision because, One; I have always thought its weird that both Humdson boys decided take that step on the same night, and Two: No offense to anyone else, but I can't stand Finchel, so my stories will always deal as little as possible with them. I don't know or care when or if they've done "it" in this Glee world, it may come up at some point but I want to focus on Klaine.
If I was being honest, cooking has always been my way of calming down my various emotions. Grief, like after my mother's death, resulted in pasta. Depression, following Karofsky's kiss, ended in casseroles. Excitement, such as after the boy I'd loved for months professed his love for me and gave me my first real kiss, developed into a gourmet ice cream kick. So this November morning, after giving everything to my one true love, guilt, joy and love drove me to the biggest breakfast I had ever prepared.
A multitude of meats covered the breakfast table, sautéed, braised and grilled to perfection. Stacks of pancakes, French toast and Belgian waffles accompanied various syrups and sauces. I hadn't slept since I had left Blaine's at midnight the previous night. I had stayed up preparing... Reminiscing...
"Make of our hands, one hand," I sang softly, my heart bursting with happiness. I took a deep breath. My father and Carol would be home soon.
Although I had no regrets, a small part of me felt bad for betraying my dad's trust. I had waited like I had promised, but I had a feeling he still wouldn't completely approve. It wasn't that Dad didn't like my choice in boyfriend; I think it has more to do with the fact that he can tell how we feel. We try and keep PDA to minimum, but our eyes give ourselves away. Especially his mossy beauties…
The door slam as Dad and Carol paraded inside. My heart took off.
Keep calm, I thought manically. It's not like he has a radar,
"Hey kid!" he called, placing Carol and his bags near the door.
"Hey dad!" I giggled randomly, my voice far too high-pitched. I took in another gust of air. Dad looked at me strangely.
"You ok?" he asked, meeting my strange eyes with his green ones.
"Y-yah, I made lots of breakfast, so I hope your hungry!" I gestured to the array of food on the table. Burt smiled, grabbing Carol's waist and throwing his arm around my thin shoulders.
"Nothing like a nice warm meal to bring a family back together right?" beamed Carol. "Where's Finny though?"
Right on cue, Finn stumbled down the stairs, rubbing his tawny eyes.
"Mmmmm that smells awesome," he mumbled, taking a seat. We all followed en suite. I clutched my coffee, raising it to my lips. Carol tossed a pancake onto my plate. I drizzled sugar free syrup over my delicious food.
Gosh your lips are delicious...
My cheeks grew pink. I sighed contentedly, focusing on the clatter of silverware against ceramic.
"You better eat up, I'm sure your really tired after last night,"
I sucked in a gust of air, spilling dark coffee on my white pants. Grabbing a towel with a shaking hand, I tripped over my feet, looking up to face my gaping audience.
"Kurt? Are you feeling ok bud? I just meant, I mean you get really tired after shows..." Dad mumbled, concern coloring his expression.
Ohhhhhhhhhh.
I fought to keep my countenance calm, taking a deep, shuddering breath.
"Oh, yah, yah I'm pretty worn... But um I couldn't sleep, too keyed up about tonight," I looked up, observing my father through my eyelashes.
His eyebrows pinched together, eyes searching mine. His lips were pursed, as if solving a difficult puzzle or blowing out a candle.
Blow the candles out,
"I'm going to change," I gasped, suddenly grateful for the stain on my beautiful pants. My legs carried me out of the room, heart thudding in my chest. I was literally shocked they couldn't hear it. I ran into my room, slamming the door behind me.
Breathe; Hummel, breathe
And then I saw it.
The world stopped spinning and the guilt drained out of my heart, replaced by pure joy. My heart swelled and I clutched at it. I needed to be careful, heart conditions can be genetic.
But I couldn't erase any of my emotions. My breath would always catch when he smiled. My heart would always stop when he touched me. Nothing would ever be the same again.
The picture of us at prom was an incredibly accurate description of our relationship. When we are about to fall, we catch each other and when in doubt, dance till the pain fades away.
Was I going to go tell daddy-dearest what his little boy had been up to last night? No. Did I regret it, even for a second? Never.
Yanking off my pants, I glared at the spot of dark liquid.
Damn coffee...
I gently laid the offending article across my ironing board, spraying stain remover on the spill. Now what to wear...
No, no, no, no, no, no, no... YES.
Your heart racing in my skintight jeans,
I beamed, pulling on jeans, carefully smoothing out every crease. Blaine would get a kick out of it.
"Knock, knock," Carol's gentle voice drifted in. Of course Carol would be concerned.
"Come in," I called, turning to the mess awaiting me on my ironing board.
She perched herself on the edge of my bed, taking a deep breath before she began.
"Kurt, sweetie, I can tell. And I'm so sorry if I'm jumping to conclusions here, but did you and Blaine...?"
I froze, staring at the cloth in my hands. Thoughts raced through my mind, my heart pounding once more. Seriously, I was growing concerned.
"Please don't tell Dad. He'll freak." I whispered, not looking away from my work. The bed let out a squeak as she rose, placid her hand on my shoulder.
"Of course not sweetheart. You may want to stop acting so strange though, I think the only reason he hasn't figured it out is because his mind doesn't want him to." Carol smiled her eyes glistening with kindness. At that moment I realized how tense I had become, as if someone was about to throw a slushie at me. She chuckled, squeezing my shoulder as I relaxed.
"Hun don't be so freaked out, Kay? I had actually assumed it had already happened and you were just really good at hiding guilt."
A laugh slipped through my lips.
"Oh I wish!" I giggled. Carol leaned her head against my shoulder.
"Don't feel bad, Kurt. It's something everyone has to do. I know you and Blaine are smart and love each other and all that fun stuff. Your dad told you to wait for someone who deserves you and is worth you, right?"
I cringed, remembering that horrible discussion.
"Yah. And Blaine is... So deserving Carol. He really is." A ridiculous tear rolled down my cheek. We sank onto the bed, sitting on the edge.
"Oh honey, I know, I know. He's quite the catch," she winked.
"Do you want to talk about him?"
I stared at her, blinking through tears.
"What?"
"Yah know, just rant about why he's so great!" she stroked my hair back, grinning. I gaped at her, still positive she was insane.
"Just tell me why he's the one,"
"I never said he was..." I protested aimlessly, fiddling with my hands.
"It's ok Kurt. It's not an accusation. I'm happy for you. I can see it in your eyes." I turned to meet her gaze, my mind swarming with thoughts of him.
I closed my eyes for a moment, my soul glowing for my soul mate.
"He...he is beautiful. And amazing and smart and funny and handsome and kind and honest and trustworthy and he makes me laugh so much and he can make me melt with a smile, and I know he'd never hurt me cause he loves me so much, cause I can see it in every look or touch he gives and every thing he says. And I know it's stupid and I know I probably sound like a hormonal teenager but... I just, I just can't help it!" My eyes flew open, awaiting her judgment.
Hung above the biggest smile I had ever seen, were Carol's watery eyes, large pools of hot chocolate. She pulled me into a deep embrace.
"Sweetheart that's not stupid, that's love. That's something you've deserved, you've needed, for a long time. You are kind and good and if anyone needs someone like Blaine it's you."
I took a deep breath, her lavender aroma sweeping through me.
"You're a really good mom Carol." I murmured. My whole body felt as if it were going to combust as she gave me one last squeeze and finally released me. We both chuckled, wiping tears from our eyes.
"We're such girls!" I cried. We were still cackling uncontrollably when my phone rang.
"This is the, moment where, Kurt answers the phone! So answer it and don't ever look back, don't ever look back!"
The "Teenage Dream"-tuned ring tone Blaine had recorded on a particularly hot and boring summer day still managed to make me grin, no matter how many times I heard it. Carol slid of the bed, patting my arm.
"That's my cue," she smiled, closing the bedroom door behind her. I fumbled to reach my phone, pressing "Answer" with sweaty palms.
"Hello?" I breathed.
"Hey," Blaine's voice sang out of the phone, happiness swelling inside me leaving little room for coherent thoughts.
"Hey," I bit my lip, trying to regain calm. Blaine chuckled.
"So..." he began charmingly.
Thudahthudahthudahthudah
I clutched my chest.
"Our heart has been having attacks all morning," I informed him breathlessly.
"Aw yes I noticed that," I could hear the smile in his voice, could picture the way his eyes would crinkle...
"Maybe some coffee will help?" Blaine offered.
I was off my feet, grabbing my keys before had even finished the sentence.
"See you in ten!"
So what'dyah think! Please review! I think I might do the ring-tone scene next, I think it sounds adorable. Thoughts? Hopefully I'll post another tomorrow! 3 Klisses and Klugs to all! Also sorry that it turned into a bit of a Kurol fest, she just sneaked in there and was like "IMA MAMA LET ME MOTHER." I promise my next one will be more Klaine-filled.