March 14th, 2011
Pavarotti had always been proud to be a part of the Warblers. Just like his father and grandfather, he spent his days in the choir room, happily whistling along to the singing boys, enjoying the music and laughter constantly filling the room. He disliked it when a new Warbler would join the group and he'd be forced to stay with the newbie for a month.
And yet again, there he was. Locked up in his cage inside one Kurt Hummel's room. Apparently he was a surprisingly talented junior with a beautiful countertenor voice, as he had Warbler Wes and Warbler David discuss. He was also said to be a good friend to Warbler Blaine.
Warbler Blaine… Pavarotti remembered the first time he had met him very clearly. He was given to a small boy with unruly curls and bruises on his face. Blaine was at least an okay singer; he had to be to even get into the Warblers. Pavarotti had never heard him do anything more than background harmony, though. He also seemed to be sad all the time. He never really spoke to his roommate (Warbler Thad) and cried softly into his pillow at night. He knew Thad heard it too, despite him never really acknowledging him. He always petted his back in the morning and whispered something in his ear, something that never failed to make him smile, even the littlest bit.
One day Warbler Thad was out with a few of his friends and Warbler Blaine was in the shower. Suddenly a beautiful sound filled the room. It was a song, Pavarotti realized, and Blaine was singing it. It sounded amazing… So haunting and haunted at the same time. He hesitatingly let his voice join in with Blaine's until a curly haired head stuck out of the bathroom door, glancing at Pavarotti.
'Hey, there, Pav,' Blaine whispered and a real, honest to god smile appeared on his face. 'Don't you have a beautiful voice.' You do too, Blaine. Trust me.
In the months that followed, Blaine visible healed. Of course, the bruises faded and eventually disappeared but he also started joining the other Warblers in social events and he started smiling more. The real change came a few weeks ago though.
Even though Pavarotti wasn't staying in Blaine's room anymore, even he noticed the constant grin on Blaine's face and the way his eyes would lit up whenever he checked his phone. Every now and then his face would darken with worry and he'd disappear for a few hours but he was always back to his cheerful self when he returned. Pavarotti was quite sure this Kurt Hummel had a lot to do with it. As if on cue the door opened, revealing Blaine. Kurt's face lit up at the sight of his friend.
'Hey, Blaine!'
'Hi, there, stranger!' Blaine winked and pulled Kurt into a hug. Even Pavarotti knew it lasted way longer than a hug would normally do but the boys didn't acknowledge it when they released each other, although Kurt did blush a little.
'How are you doing?' Kurt shrugged at Blaine's question.
'I'm trying to adjust, I guess,' he replied. 'Pavarotti's helping, though. He really has a beautiful song.' Pavarotti tweeted back at Kurt, making the boys smile. You're really awesome, Kurt.
'Yeah, he helped me too,' Blaine replied, the look on his face a little sad at the memory of that part of his life. Kurt seemed to notice this as well.
'W-what happened at your old school, Blaine?' The question shook Blaine from his thoughts and he turned to Kurt.
'I, ehm… I was bullied, Kurt, you know that.' Kurt nodded a little before looking away, obviously not wanting to pry. Blaine kept looking at him though. Tell him, Blaine. It would be great for you to finally talk about it and Kurt seems like a great person who will understand.
'I'll tell you one day soon, Kurt, I promise,' he added, making Kurt turn back to him and smile. He took Blaine's hand and squeezed and Pavarotti felt warm inside, thinking about how these boys were so beautifully in love. Kurt released Blaine's hand before he spoke up again.
'So how's Jememiah.' Blaine cursed and jumped on Kurt's bed. He grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at his best friend's head. Kurt ducked, laughing and threw the pillow back at Blaine. Blaine laughed too as it hit him in his face and a few moments later he was hit by Kurt, who was tackling to the bed. Their faces were mere inches apart. Kiss, please, kiss.
Kurt then pulled away and coughed, not noticing the disappointed look on Blaine's face. Pavarotti's heart dropped. Another day passed without his boys kissing. It would come soon, though. He was sure of that.
Better luck tomorrow.
