A/N: Hi everybody, so this is my first Glee fic and I would really appreciate having some awesomeeeee reviews and pointers. Also, I just wanted to say that I'm not too sure how often I'm going to be able to update, I'm going to bank on once a week, but hopefully I can do more! However, I can be busy sometimes so I'm sorry in advance for any delays. Anyway…
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Glee doesn't belong to me, nor do any of the songs that are mentioned.
Chapter Warnings: Gratuitous use of parentheses and hints of monkey spanking.
CHAPTER ONE: The Way You Turn Me On
The halls of Dalton Academy looked especially dark that day. Of course, the grey sky was to blame as it refused to stop snowing. However, Kurt couldn't help but wonder if the lack of sparkling decorations was to blame (all of the Christmas ornaments had been removed during the break apparently). Sure the building was wonderfully decorated in a quaint sort of dull way (Kurt would have done a much better job at doing it since he has such a good eye for interior decorating), but he couldn't help but miss the personalized atmosphere of his new room in Burt and Carole's new house.
He had spent the better part of his Christmas break in various decorating stores picking out just what theme he wanted. Mercedes, of course, couldn't have been more helpful. Part of Kurt wished he could have stayed in his newly made haven, unfortunately commuting to Dalton was not an option, and neither was excessive personalization (apparently boarding schools frown upon individuality). So Kurt was reduced to residing in his school room (which he luckily didn't have to share with anyone being as he came late in the semester and no roommates were available) wistfully wishing that he could at least change the heinous curtains that did not match the carpet whatsoever.
Luckily, he had found an almost attractive duvet that had both of the dull and boring colors in it. Although it was not exactly Kurt's first pick, it was better to be boring than have the room clash (it also helped that Kurt and Mercedes both had generous experience with a bedazzler). At least this room was a million times better than Finn's room at home. Although Kurt had not spent much (read any) time in his stepbrother's room, he managed to catch a glimpse only to see that the other boy had transferred his old cowboy wall paper into the new house. It was sentimental, but horrendous in Kurt's opinion (he also wondered how they had found the exact wallpaper or if they had managed to actually take the stuff from his old room. Either way he shuddered when he saw it).
In the two hours he had been back at school Kurt had checked his phone more than usual (which was already more than any sane person should), of course he had gotten plenty of messages (well only a few from Mercedes), but the person who he wanted to text him was sadly silent. Kurt flopped onto his bed, his phone rested on his chest. It had been two days since Blaine had texted him (that was a lie he had texted him back almost every time Kurt texted him, Blaine just was awful at starting conversations), and Kurt was very curious as to whether or not he was back at Dalton yet. In theory Kurt could always text him and ask him if he was there, but he had already told him to text him when he arrived, and he didn't want to distract the other boy if he was driving in the snow (and Kurt may have texted him twice this morning already and was sure he was starting to be a bother). So instead, he settled on opening up his laptop and trying to figure out which song to sing for the next time he was invited to audition for a solo (which hopefully would be very soon, he really wanted to show the world how amazing Kurt Hummel was).
After about an hour and a half of watching various renditions of "Blue Hair" (and deciding that he couldn't even bring himself to say the words "dye my hair blue" aloud) Kurt was jolted out of his search by the unnecessarily loud vibration of his phone against the bottom of his laptop. He quickly checked it (well more like nearly jumped at it to see who it was) and a grin played across his face to see the name "Blaine" on the display. Kurt quickly read over the brief message which consisted of: I'm back, and then continued to spend a good ten minutes on trying to figure out a response (one that wasn't: OMG YAY. Come over and we can watch RENT and then make out hardcore like I've wanted to all break!) and settled on a simple smiley face accompanied by an invitation to chill if he wanted to or had the time.
He managed to delude himself into believing that he actually didn't care if Blaine could hang out or not (the other boy was probably busy and tired), but after twelve minutes of silence, he felt a small tug of disappointment at the thought of not hanging out with his friend (the disappointment had nothing to do with the fact that he may have been totally in love with Blaine… really, that hardly mattered). With a small sigh he put his phone to the side and looked out the window to the snow covered lawns of Dalton, it would be so romantic to take a walk outside on a day like today (despite the fact that such cold weather was not good for the skin and he would then have to spend an extra twenty minutes on his moisturizing routine), but since it would not happen (for skin reasons duh), Kurt was content to just lose himself in watching numerous flakes fly past his window.
A knock at the door pulled him from his fantasies (which most certainly did not include a certain Warbler coming to him with a horse drawn carriage, hot chocolate, and a romantic ballad) and his heart soared out of his throat when he opened the door to see the object of his thoughts (ALL of his thoughts) standing in front of him. In the past few weeks Kurt may have fantasized about the grand reunion between the two of them (and of course it did not involve running into each other's arms while declaring their everlasting love, he was way more realistic), however the awkward ten seconds or so that passed without a word from either boy was not what he expected. Kurt held the grin on his face as long as he could before finally he let it drop to a more subtle smile (which was still a goofy grin but that is not important).
Eventually the dark-haired boy in front spoke. "I missed you Kurt!" Kurt's heart fluttered ever so slightly and he couldn't help but truly enjoy the thought of the debonair older boy missing him over their long break (he also was trying hard not to imagine the other fantasizing about him as he had done so often). This was when the second awkward moment happened in which it was clear that neither boy was clear on whether or not a hug was in order (hell yes in Kurt's opinion, but he would not be the one to initiate it).
Kurt soon found his voice (somewhere around giving up the urge to pounce on the other boy) and replied. "I missed you too." He paused, having so many more questions he wanted to ask (even though most of them had been answered via text messages or the occasional Facebook chat) but realizing that Blaine was still in the doorway. "Come in?" He wasn't sure if Blaine had just come over to say hi, or if he actually wanted to hang out, though he hoped it was the latter and not the former.
His hopes were answered as Blaine nodded and (in a very dapper and sexy motion) sauntered into the room and leaned against one of Kurt's two desks. "Nice duvet, really ties the room together. " He nodded towards Kurt's bed (and Kurt really didn't think about him and Blaine actually on the bed together, really- he didn't).
"Thanks, 'Cedes and I went on a giant decorating kick since my parents moved into the new house." Kurt was pretty sure he had relayed some of this information to the other already, but Blaine didn't seem to mind being told twice. "How was your break?" Kurt sat down on the bed and patted it hoping (beyond all hope) that Blaine would join him.
Blaine grinned lazily and (the word sauntered again popped into Kurt's mind) sat down next to Kurt (who tried really hard not to scootch closer so that their thighs were touching). "Well, you know the usual, some family drama. Grandparents bickering, aunts and uncles criticizing everything, oh, and don't forget the maid burned the turkey. My mom was not happy about that." He put his hand on Kurt's knee (and Kurt proceeded to melt into a giant puddle of jell-o right on the bed), "So how was your first Christmas with your new family?" Blaine leaned in close (close enough to kiss) and his voice took on a soft tone when he asked. To Kurt the blended family thing wasn't that big of a deal, but he really appreciated the sensitivity that Blaine used when mentioning it, it was a new experience after all.
Kurt just rolled his eyes a little. "Well Finn decided that we needed to wake up at five AM to open presents, and I was not even showered or properly moisturized, but Carole insisted on taking pictures." Blaine laughed (a sound that made Kurt want to hold his breath) "Needless to say I refused to let any picture up on the internet, at least before my hair was done."
He went into detail on some of the gifts he had gotten (luckily Carole had done the shopping and had good taste for the most part) and the Blaine did the same (his gifts were decidedly more fabulous and Kurt made noises of envy when he mentioned a full year subscription of Italian Vogue), unfortunately the hour was late by the time they finished talking, and each of them had early classes.
"So I'll see you tomorrow? We have practice at 6:30 don't forget." Blaine reminded him (oh my Gaga he winked too). Kurt just nodded and got up to close the door behind him, speechless. "I really did miss you Kurt." Blaine said softly before Kurt was quickly pulled in for a brief hug (one that made him feel as brainless as when Brittany took all of her medicine at the same time). And then Blaine left, and Kurt was reduced to leaning up against his wall (and sighing in cliché adoration) in order to find his balance after being in such close proximity of the boy who had been the object of many thought and dreams over the weeks. It seemed his feelings for Blaine had definitely grown (they do say absence makes the heart grow fonder).
The first day back at classes for the semester did not go by quickly. Although Kurt had assumed it would be an easy day (who assigns an essay on the first day back?) he was very wrong. Luckily he had Warblers practice he could look forward to. It wasn't so much that he wanted to spend valuable homework (read Skype) time listening to the Council talk about their song choices while he had no say, but he did enjoy hanging out with the few boys that he did know that were in Dalton's glee club (of course the fact that Blaine was one of those boys had nothing to do with it).
Kurt finished up some of his homework, and then had eaten his dinner alone (Blaine was nowhere to be seen) before he went up to the choir room. A few boys had already gathered in the room despite practice not starting for another fifteen minutes. Instead of joining them, Kurt picked a seat that was off to the side (he wasn't close to any of the other early birds) and put his iPod on as he waited for the rest of the Warblers to trickle in.
Only a few minutes had passed (he could tell because he had only listened to one and a half songs) before Kurt felt two hands press against his eyes. He jumped slightly and pulled out his ear-buds. "Let me guess," He said coyly, (also hoping that it was the someone he wanted it to be because otherwise they had no right to be that close to his hair) "Rob Pattinson."
The voice that belonged to the hands laughed and the darkness subsided as a grinning Blaine slid into the seat next to him. "No, I guess not; you're much cuter and actually have a decent hairstyle." Kurt told him (trying to ignore the proximity of their thighs).
When Blaine just laughed and mumbled: "Cute?" Kurt felt a blush creep up his neck, crap he did not really mean to say it aloud (not that he hadn't meant it whole heartedly).
"Well, Rob isn't really my type." He clarified and hoped that Blaine wouldn't think he was trying to hit on Just-Friend Blaine.
Blaine brushed it off with a small gesture then straightened up a little bit, "So what is your type then?" He asked curiously (and Kurt wondered if it was his way of asking if he was Kurt's type… but that thought process killed itself quickly).
"Meatheads. Obviously." Kurt deadpanned (and dare he hope that he saw a small flicker of disappointment cross Blaine's gorgeous features) before laughing.
The darker haired boy shook his head. "Ha-ha very funny." He seemed about to continue (no doubt to ask what Kurt really looked for in a man) but was cut off by the rest of the Warblers arriving and practice commencing.
Warbler's practice had been exactly the opposite of what Kurt had needed. He had gotten used to the way that glee club at Dalton worked, it was so much different than at McKinley, but it functioned (at least there was no Rachel there to criticize everyone). However, Kurt wasn't expecting to be so disappointed when the council had gone through people who were invited to sing a solo, Blaine's name was first (who could deny that boy's angelic voice?), followed by a few others. Unfortunately Kurt had not been asked.
He sat down on his bed and sighed, what went wrong? He hadn't been asked since his rendition of "Don't Cry for me Argentina", and he couldn't help but wonder why they didn't think he was good enough. Kurt had really been expecting to be asked again, and when he wasn't called he was sure the sheer distress had shown on his face because Blaine had asked what was wrong (to which Kurt said that nothing was wrong because he didn't want to seem like a diva).
Luckily for Kurt that had been towards the end of practice, which meant he could go back to his room and wallow by his lonesome (well Pavarotti was there too, but he was sleeping). He felt bad, like he was being selfish, but he also felt like the other boys weren't giving him a fair shot at proving himself. Either way there was nothing Kurt could do about it now, nothing except try to prove that he was good enough (and sulk).
After flipping through some channels he decided that the computer was a better option (as much as Tyra was fierce he could not tolerate watching about a pregnant prostitute). Unfortunately nothing was really catching his interest (why was no one on Facebook?) finally he went on Youtube and after less than a moment of hesitation he searched for "Blaine Anderson".
Yes, he was quite aware as to how completely stalkerish it was of him to watch Blaine's Youtube videos, but it wasn't like he hadn't done it before (it had started with him talking to Mercedes about Blaine singing "Teenage Dream" and my have escalated). He clicked first on one of his favorite videos, a homemade recording of Blaine playing guitar and singing Michael Bublé. He was always enchanted by the way Blaine seemed to get completely engrossed in what he was doing.
It was so nice to know someone so passionate and so in love with what he did (okay so basically he knew a lot of people that were passionate, none of them were as attractive as Blaine though), it was a turn on for Kurt, and (no matter how much he denied it) watching Blaine on Youtube was like his own personal porn (those were definitely Mercedes' words and not his).
Of course, Kurt couldn't help how hot and bothered seeing the other boy sing made him. And by the time Kurt had put "Teenage Dream" on, (the Warblers like to record all of their performances luckily) Kurt was thinking about putting his hands on Blaine who was wearing skin tight jeans (and nothing else).
Being a hormonally charged male, Kurt was not exempt from thinking about sex. In fact, he was pretty sure he thought about it more than others (then again he also thought about his hair more than natural so maybe it was just a motif). But Kurt managed to hide it well, he could just brush of dirty thoughts easily, but at times like these when he was alone (and his computer was displaying a demi-god singing) he could give in a little, at least to distract himself from his previous melancholy.
Kurt had pressed the replay button on the just finished video and his eyes didn't leave the screen (even as his hands started to unbutton his not-so-fashionable uniform pants). Blaine was seriously perfect, Kurt didn't even mind that the two were just friends and only going to be friends (except he really wished that Blaine was there to help relieve him of his current… stress). Kurt was proud to be considered one of Blaine's close friends, even if sometimes he felt like he didn't know a lot about the other boy (well he did know that Blaine had really great lips and he really would want to know how good those lips would feel on…).
A knock on the door startled Kurt, and instinctively he slammed his laptop shut (and pulled his hand out of his boxer briefs). "Kurt, you in there?" Came Blaine's voice from beyond the closed door.
Kurt swallowed and felt a shameful blush cover his face (it would be his luck to get almost caught). "Uh," He cleared his throat. "Yeah, one second." He made quick work of redoing his zipper and then opened the door for Blaine.
"Hey, you looked kind of upset after practice. I know you wanted to try out for another solo, and I just wanted you to know that you're going to have a ton of other chances." He smiled, but his smile soon turned into a furrowed brow (no doubt because he had noticed the slightly tousled hair and the deep blush that Kurt was still sporting). "Are you okay?"
Kurt swallowed hard and nodded (and forced himself to try not to think about what he had just been about to do). "Yeah, I guess I'm just kind of frustrated." (Poor choice of words).
Blaine put a comforting hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Don't worry Kurt." He paused for a second. "Hey, how about we go get some ice cream; I've been craving rocky road for, like, three days. And ice cream always cheers me up."
Kurt couldn't help but smile at the other boy. "Sure, let me just run to the bathroom and fix my hair. I'll be two seconds." And with that Kurt left Blaine in his room as he went to freshen up. Ice cream with Blaine, that was definitely a good way to cheer up (although Blaine, not ice cream, would do the cheering).
