Author's Note: Hello, fellow GleeKs and Klainers! I'm AGleekyPackersFan, and you might know me from the not-so-famous-yet fan fiction "A Very Glee Drabble". Never heard of me? Darn.
Here's the story (literally and figuratively). I got really obsessed with Anderberry, so I had to write this out, and I had to add Klaine, otherwise I would've felt insanely weird without doing so. It took me FOREVER to write the first chapter, then I edited/revised it about a thousand times, then I wanted to combine it with Chapter 2 but it wasn't right, so I stuck with this.
I will also be doing "A Very Glee Drabble" at the same time. This is like an extra project that I can do while I'm at school during lunch and my free period (and during Spanish, shh).
THIS IS NOT A ONESHOT, it will be a multi-chapter fic, but I have no freaking idea how long it will be. I'm hoping to draw it out as long as possible. I hate just leaving a story sitting there.
Try to find the AVPM/AVPS quote I snuck in. Even the three blind mice can see it :) I will try my hardest to sneak in as many AVPM/AVPS quotes in and any other quotes. I just LOVE quotes and references!
I'm sorry for my rambling. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: This will be the only disclaimer for this story, so listen up. I don't own ANYTHING that is used in this story. I'm borrowing the characters to use from Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk, Ian Brennan, and Fox Studios. Basically put: I don't own Glee.
Blaine leaned against the door of his older sister's bedroom. He was going to spy on another one of Rachel's sleepovers with Mercedes and Tina for the third time in the past two or so weeks. Blaine couldn't resist teasing Rachel in front of her friends, especially if it's about her when she was a toddler. It was all sweet revenge for all the things that Rachel did to him when he was younger.
Blaine leaned closer to the door, pressing his ear so he could eavesdrop on whatever his sister and her friends were doing. He could hear the constant giggles of Rachel and her diva friend, but something didn't sound right. Blaine couldn't hear the hysterical giggles of the Asian girl, Tina. Instead, he heard giggles of someone else, perhaps another one of Rachel's friends that she may have not mention before.
He wanted to find out the third friend, so he slowly twisted the knob and pushed open the door just a crack so he could see, but also so his sister or her friends wouldn't notice him. Blaine saw the profile of his sister sitting Indian style and Mercedes next to her, filling her mouth with popcorn. Blaine couldn't make out the third person, most likely because if he opened the door further to identify the third girl, he would get caught, and that could lead to some major drama, that Blaine was not ready for, or was he?
Sighing at his predicament, Blaine decided to just go with it and forget the thought that Rachel would murder him tomorrow. How can he help it? He's always been a curious person. It's part of human nature, there's research about it. And who cares about the consequences of Rachel tattling on him to their dads. He was curious, and who knows what he could find.
Counting down from three, he pushed open the door, revealing himself in front of Rachel, Mercedes, and a girl, no, a boy.
Blaine stared at the boy (definitely not a girl) in his sister's room. The boy was slender, but not thin to the point that it was unhealthy. His skin looked smooth as can be and pale, but more like a porcelain doll that seemed to glow under the lights in the room. His brown hair was perfectly coiffed, probably by lots of hair products. The white undershirt that he was wearing seemed to wrap the boy in an impeccable way and his corduroy pajama pants hugged his legs and seemed to fit him, even though it was only pajama pants. His smile seemed to brighten up the room, and even Blaine's mood. For certain, the boy was certainly attractive in Blaine's head. He was perfect, literally
Rachel gaped at her younger brother, fuming. "Blaine! What are you doing?"
Blaine snapped from his trance. "Oh, uh, I just came in to say hi," he managed to stutter. "Hi, Mercedes."
The diva waved, giggling almost hysterically. "Hey there."
Blaine looked towards Rachel's friend. "Rach, who's this? I thought our dads told us that boys aren't allowed over?" He said, arching one of his eyebrows.
"Kurt is an exception," Rachel said defensively. "He is one of my closest friends, and besides, he's gay," Rachel wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "And rumor has it that's he's single." She whispered so only he could hear.
"Gayer than the fourth of July." Kurt added.
Blaine tried to hide his smile. Not only this guy was cute, but also he was gay and single. "Cool," Blaine said, his voice suddenly getting high pitched. "Um, I'm going now, so I'll see all of you later." And before anyone else could say another word, Blaine scurried out of Rachel's room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Mercedes began to laugh after a good moment of silence. "Oh my God, Kurt,"
"What?"
Rachel snickered. "My brother has a school boy crush on you!"
Kurt couldn't help but blush just slightly. "What? No, he doesn't have a 'school boy crush' on me!" Kurt denied, the blush painting his cheeks bright red.
Mercedes placed the empty bowl of popcorn next to her and she crossed her arms. "Kurt, he does. Didn't you see him staring at you the second he saw you?" Kurt shook his head. "He was practically checking you out!"
"Oh my God, Mercedes!" Rachel squealed, covering her eyes with the palms of her hands. "That's my younger brother you're talking about!"
Kurt chuckled. "Rachel, calm down. Let's just change the subject and move on if you're so uncomfortable about us talking about your brother."
"Oh, so someone isn't really interested in Blaine?" Mercedes teased.
"No, I mean slightly, definitely, no…" Kurt stuffed his pillow over his face and Mercedes burst out in giggles. "Oh, can we just please watch our Big Bang Theory marathon and end the misery?" He mumbled into the pillow.
"Nope," Mercedes shook her head, and Rachel groaned. "Kurt, I think there is something else going on here…"
"Mercedes," Kurt began as calmly as possible. "If you think I'm going all Gaga over Blaine, it's not true. I've never met him up until three minutes ago, and I've only heard about him from the brief mentions from Rachel who only told stories about them when they were younger, and apparently when they were completely stupid. I have only seen him on the pictures on top of the mantle of the fireplace in this house, and those pictures are up to he was like what, seven? Eight? And I swear to everything that's lovable and holy he looked like a ball of trouble and not so cute and attractive."
"That's true," Rachel interjected. "But I think you two should hang out together. You guys have a lot in common. Who knows? Maybe we can forget this whole sleepover and Mercedes and I could set you up with him."
Kurt sputtered. "What? No. No, no, and a thousand times no."
"Aww, Kurt," Mercedes cooed. "You can't just reject Blaine like that."
"Yes, I can." Kurt crossed his arms.
"Look, Kurt, it's about time you get yourself a man in your life."
"Rachel!"
"And it's about time Blaine got someone in his life too." Mercedes commented.
"Since you're going to Dalton, you might as well befriend him, right?" Rachel asked.
"Yeah," Mercedes agreed. "Like Rachel said, you two obviously have a lot in common."
Kurt shook his head. Sometimes he doesn't like his friends. "Okay, sure. I'll go to Dalton tomorrow, and I'll 'befriend' him like you said. Now can we watch our Big Bang Theory marathon?"
"Okay, Kurt, you win." Mercedes said.
Kurt sighed in relief, glad that they decided to drop the conversation. Rachel grabbed the remote while her two friends settled themselves in front of the television in her room. While the juniors watched their show, they never noticed Blaine peering through at the door for the second time, except he wasn't looking at the television, but at a certain countertenor watching the show intently. Sadly, Blaine just had to miss their previous conversation.
Blaine stood there for only five minutes, only because he didn't want to be caught and be labeled as a creepy stalker. He crept to his room and shut the door, sliding down onto the floor. He just met Kurt, but already he was crushing on him.
But did Kurt like him, at least as a civilian or something? Something happened after Blaine left, but he didn't know what. He knew he missed some drama that his sister probably whipped up.
He sighed. Sometimes, being Rachel Berry's younger brother can be heavenly and hellish all rolled up into one burrito from Taco Bell. Rachel brought a gay boy to his house, a cute one to be exact, and Blaine knew that in the morning, Rachel would drive him crazy.
Having enough, Blaine got up from the floor and crawled into his bed, trying to ignore the laughs of his annoying sister, Mercedes, and Kurt. Even though he couldn't stand Rachel's laugh (and sometimes Mercedes's) Kurt's laugh wasn't blocked from Blaine's mind. He found Kurt's laugh melodious, and extremely contagious (even though he wasn't there to see him laugh). Blaine let out a small chuckle, hearing Kurt laughing from across the wall for the second time in the past four minutes.
It was roughly midnight by the time the sleepover came to a close, much to Blaine's relief. He could distinctly hear the juniors saying goodnight to each other and the very loud snap of the bedside lamp in Rachel's room turning off.
"Finally," Blaine murmured to himself. "Now I can get some quality sleep." The last coherent thought that he could manage to make out before slipping off to sleep was the image of when he first saw Kurt, and how good he looked.
Author's Note: How did I do? If my story gets positive reviews, I will keep on updating. I don't want to blackmail, but I can never update this if I don't get your opinion, and it might turn into a one shot. So review, if you want this story to continue!
Sneak peek (if this continues): Lots of actual Anderberry and a small surprise that will make Blaine so happy, he'll fly me to the moon (Frank Sinatra anyone?).
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