AN- Hey! I'm Haley for those of you who don't know! Read my other stories if you love me! Kay? :) This is a prompt story that can be about pretty much anything Klaine related. First meeting, first kiss, just anything, any little cute fluffy moment will be accepted, as long as it's appropriate. I'm only a fourteen (soon to be fifteen!) year old girl. I haven't even had my first kiss! Obviously I don't own glee and its epicness! So sad… *sigh* Guess I'll have to make due with this. :) I hope it is good enough for you! So please prompt! They make me happy! Especially if I can't come up with anything…
This first one is a mix of Kurt and Blaine's first I love you's and kiss.
Also I did major google translate on this. I don't speak Thai. I have a friend that does because she's from Thailand, but she's not around to help me. So hopefully this doesn't sound too terrible. Also don't translate the note It'll be translated later and I don't want you to ruin the story for yourself. :)
Loving Thai…
ฉันไม่สามารถบอกเขาฉันรักเขา
มันก็แค่แบลน คุณจะปรับ
ฉันไม่สามารถบอกเขา
ปรับ คุณจะเสียใจ จริงๆคุณควรจะบอกเขา
Huh? What's this? I pick up the note that had fallen out of Kurt's history book. What is this? Chinese? This is absolutely weird. I didn't know Kurt knew Chinese. I knew he knew French, but not Chinese. It's obviously a conversation due to the two different kinds of handwriting, but I don't know anyone else that speaks Chinese at Dalton. Well except Wes, but he only knows a few phrases. It won't kill me to ask though. I stuff the folded note into my pocket and head to Wes' room. "Hey Wes!" I yell strolling through his open door.
"Just a sec." Comes his muffled reply. Then his head pokes out of his closet and he says. "Just gotta finish putting this away."
"Need some help coming out of the closet there buddy?" I ask jokingly.
"Hush Anderson." He orders leaving the closet and shutting the door. "Now what do you want?" He asks.
"Can you read this?" I ask showing him the note.
He scans it quizzically. Then shakes his head. "No. It's not Chinese." I grimace. Well this is going to be more difficult than I thought. If it's not Chinese than what is it?
"Do you know what it is?" I ask. He shakes his head.
"Just that it isn't Chinese or Japanese. Japanese has more straight lines this is all curvy." He tells me. Well that helps.
"Thanks Wes." I smile and head back to Kurt and I's room. I sit down on my bed and stare at the note. It's puzzling. Then I hear the door knob giggle. I quickly stuff the note into my pocket as the door is opened by a babbling Kurt.
"Um… How do I say it again?" He asks the phone on his shoulder. There is a pause. "C̄hạn h̄wạng ẁā khuṇ chna!" (I hope you win!) He laughs at the response. "You know you won't remember the rest anyway!" He rolls his eyes. "You say Hello I am Aim and I am seventeen years old." He chuckles at the person on the other end. "C̄hạn ca h̄ĕn khuṇ nı mị̀ kī̀!" (I'll see you in a few.) He pauses again. "C̄hạn khidt̄hụng khuṇ māk keinpị Rạk khuṇ! : Goodbye!" (I miss you too. Love you. Goodbye!) He laughs and then hangs up. "Hey Blaine!" He greets me cheerily with a grin.
"Kurt Hummel. What on this green Earth were you just blabbering?" I ask.
"Oh. I was just talking to Aim." He shrugs.
I glare at him. "Don't try to deflect the question by confusing me. What was that? Who is Aim?"
He sighs. "Aim is my friend. She's from Thailand. That was Thai. She's teaching me and I'm teaching her English. Wanna see how to write my name in Thai?" He asks excited. I nod. He grabs a piece of paper and scrawls a series of symbols quickly. Then he shows me.
เคิร์ต
"That's so cool! Do mine!" I tell him he takes the paper and writes another set of the symbols this time they look like this though.
แบลน
"Awesome right?" He asks. I nod. Well now I know that the note is in Thai.
"That is so cool." I tell him. He beams. "What were you talking to Aim about?" I ask him.
"Oh. Aim plays volleyball. She's a setter this year and is kind of freaking out with worry!" He gives a short laugh. "I'm just trying to pump her up. She also wanted to know how to introduce herself in America because she's still not good with English. Maybe you can meet her sometime." He gets excited towards the end of the statement obviously looking forward to me meeting the girl. "She's really a sweet girl!"
I nod. "Well maybe the next time you two hang out I can come along."
He beams. "That would be great. We were actually going to hang out in a little bit. I'm exposing her to American culture. She's never been to Taco Bell." He shrugs.
I gasp. "Kurt Hummel is going to eat fast food?" I say in mock surprise.
He laughs. "I said that I was taking her. Not that I was going to get anything. Silly boy." I stick my tongue out at him childishly. "It's not my fault you're naïve." He shrugs.
"You hurt me." I say in faux sadness giving him the puppy dog eyes.
He turns away. "Nope. Not gonna happen this time." I tap his shoulder and he shakes his head.
"Please…" I say quietly. I can't see his face, but I'm pretty sure he's rolling his eyes at me. "Kurt don't you love me?" I say in the same tone.
"No." He says bluntly.
Well that kind of hurt. I don't know why considering it was a joke, but it did. I stay silent. He turns around. His expression is joking and he says "Can't you take a joke?"
"No." I fake sniff pretending to cry.
"Let's go you idiot." He grabs my hand and a shock courses through my system, but I'm distracted when he yanks me out of the room. "To Taco Bell." He says.
*Time totally just passed…*
When we reach the Taco Bell a girl that is barely five feet tall greets us. In her heavy accent she says. "Hello Kurt! And Kurt's friend." She smiles wide.
Kurt answers. "Hi Aim! This is Blaine! Blaine, Aim! Aim, Blaine!" He introduces us.
"Hi Aim. It's nice to meet you!" I greet the small girl. I shake her hand.
She turns to Kurt quickly saying "Nī̂ pĕn dĕk thī̀ khuṇ chxb? Nī̂ pĕn bæ ln!" (Is this the boy you like? This is Blaine!) Kurt nods and she continues. "K̄heā ǹā rạk cring« C̄hạn s̄āmārt̄h dū ẁā thảmị khuṇ chxb k̄heā (He's really cute! I can see why you like him.)
Kurt blushes, but again nods. "Alright let's go introduce you to Mexican food." Once we get our food, and by our, I mean mine and Aim's Kurt was serious about not eating, we sit down. After a little while of talking, Kurt goes to the bathroom. I take this opportunity to ask her about the note.
"Umm Aim? Do you know what this means? I found it in Kurt and I's room." I show her the note her eyes widen. Then she smiles. She quickly takes out a pen and copies translations before folding it up and telling me to read it later. Kurt comes back moments later.
"Done?" He asks. When we nod we throw our trash away and put our trays up. Kurt and I go home together while Aim takes her own car to her temporary home. Kurt goes to the library when we get home to study for a test in math. Once he's gone I look at the translations.
I cannot tell him I love him.
It is just Blaine. You'll be fine.
I can not tell him.
Fine. You'll be sorry. You really should tell him.
I blink a few times. Then reread it. Wait… Wha? This… He can't… But… Huh? Kurt likes me. Kurt loves me. Then I think a little more. I love Kurt. The sadness when he said he didn't love me. The shock when he held my hand. Oh my god. I love Kurt. I'm in love with my best friend. I bounce giddily up and down on my bed. I feel so cliché right now… Now all there is left to do is wait for Kurt.
*Time totally just passed…*
I hear the door open and jump up excited. When Kurt walks in I tackle him to the ground. "Jeez Blaine! What happened?" He asks shocked.
"This!" I shove the note in his face. His eyes widen.
"You weren't supposed to see that!" He exclaims.
I smile. "Well I did. And you're going to have to deal with the consequences."
"Which are?" He asks warily.
"This." I say pressing my lips to his. He gasps, but pulls me closer. I wrap my arms around his waist and his arms entwine themselves around my neck. His hands tangle themselves into my hair and I run my tongue along his bottom lip. He opens his mouth and I can taste him. After a few more minutes we pull away. "I love you too." I gasp out.
"P̄hm rạk khuṇ s̄ām" He grins. (I love you three.)
AN- I dunno. I thought it was adorable. I love Thai though. Also Aim is real. She's actually my friend. Also she's never been to Taco Bell so our volleyball team is taking her. However she is not that good at volleyball because she's never played before and is here to learn. So in a review you should give me your opinion! A prompt would also be lovely! :)