Disclaimer: The fictional town of Coldwater and everything in it belongs to me. The OCs belong to me too. Ryan Murphy owns the shitstorm that is Glee and the characters you recognize. The chapter title is from E.T.- Katy Perry.
A/N aka that extremely long first a/n you might want to read, because it's kind of important:
I don't even know what this is. I just starting writing it and got seriously into the story I was telling; it makes me happy to write it (especially in light of the Break Up and Not!Paul Midgame aka He Who Must Not Be Named…but LOL because Come What May and Adam who?…but even bigger LOL because SEASON 4 WAS TERRIBLE AND I AM PISSED WITH THE FINALE.). This is an extreme AU/nevermet!Klaine inspired by that amazing One More Night video and the story 'Ride' by Nellie12. So basically, it's my own twist on the "Blaine thinks he's straight until he meets Kurt" AU thingy. On top of the other Glee fics I'm writing, this is the first one I'm posting (and I won't delete it this time…). And it might be the only one. I haven't decided that yet.
This is more fun and sexy than anything, with a splash of drama (which will probably increase to a rainstorm because I likes my drama). Some parallels to canon. I tried to match characteristics of canon characters to this story, so I hope it works.
This story takes place in a fictional town with fictional places (and fictional characters). My apologies if Coldwater, Oregon is actually a real town. I seriously found a town name generator online and messed with it till it spit out a title I liked that wasn't fairytale-like. No joke. (And I did so because I know nothing much about any city except my own and it is boring as fuck). I did the same for the OCs last names. Yep, that's how I roll. (Jeff, Nick and David are (ex) Warblers from the show…they just have made up last names).
Also, if you like this and/or would like to get to know me some more, feel free to follow my tumblr, linked in my profile. I may cross-post this story over there but I haven't decided yet. Also, because I'm a big dork, I made (crappy) cast graphics for (some) the characters that you can check out in my photobucket account, linked in my profile. Will be updated as I introduce more characters (and there won't be many more after this chapter, jsyk).
Overall warnings for the story: Sex sex sex sex sex (of the gay kind), Straight people kissing (and possibly doing more. I promise it won't be very detailed), some violence, teens drinking and partying, very, very bad words, Blaine's lovely arms and dat ass, and Kurt's how-the-fuck-are-you-even-real, devastatingly beautiful self (that I cry over sometimes because how). Specific warnings will come up for each chapter. This chapter: Blaine/OFCs and alcohol-related activities.
I hope you enjoy. Reviews are lovely. Please don't bash this story; I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, but if you don't like it, simply don't read it.
Chapter 1 You're Not like the Others
Coldwater, Oregon
Coldwater is by no means a sleepy coastal town, as much as it appears to be on the surface, driving past, not taking the time to look.
It's so much more.
If you feel like splurging (or saving), you can shop the coast's strip mall, Cherie Couture, which has everything from high end fashion to thrift stores. You can go to the beach; it never closes. You can have drinks at the local bar, get your daily dose of coffee at Café Noir, or raid the retro diner for the best food in the state, where no meal costs you more than $15. If you wanted, you could drive 45 minutes to the nearest fancy restaurant, Enchanted, or 30 minutes to the local high school, and one of the best in the country because of its music program, Marie Beaumont Celestine Academy.
Coldwater is a town. There's no more than 8,000 people that live in this speck of dust on the map, but it's surprisingly huge, and it's always busy with tourists because there is no way to resist water such a dark blue it's almost black or the softest sand on the West Coast
And night time? That's a different story. The young adults in this town let loose at night, especially during the summer. Legal curfew is four in the morning then, and if you're sneaky enough you could scope out the secret spots on the cliffs and camp out to watch the sunrise (Maybe steal that first kiss you were saving for the right moment). If you feel like a night without rest, Coldwater's only dance club, Starstruck, is all flashing lights and leather couches and wall-length bars and colors of blues and whites or whatever you request and music that you can feel in your bones.
If you're feeling daring and childlike, every night Café Noir hosts a karaoke night. It gets so crowded that people spill out into the streets. Laugh till you cry or hold on to the edge of your seat as the talent comes pouring out of the students at the Academy that like to spend time there.
If you're feeling lazy, you can lounge around anywhere you choose. Maybe you'd like to sun on the beach in a tight bikini to attract those beautiful Marie Beaumont boys. Or you could be a boy yourself and mostly prefer to spend your night playing video games until the break of dawn.
Coldwater runs on a schedule, and everyone has their things they do from a day-to-day basis. Day. Night. It never changes. Same plans, same things. The boys from the rival "gangs" (and that term must be used lightly, because in reality, they're just rival houses from the Academy), don't fight unless provoked. Most of the time, they're actually friends. And no one touches Blaine Anderson, whose step-father, the famous Richard Lee, also known as the coolest man to ever walk to earth, rules the town with a not-so-iron fist, and is well aware of what his step son gets into with his friends.
The girls, oh the girls, in Coldwater are hotter than those fake tanned California girls, and the boys with girlfriends don't ever turn an eye, because there's never anyone more desirable than who they have on their arm. And, of course, there's always a constant, daily stream of the single men asking out the hottest girls in town.
There's never drama, there's never confusion. Things never change.
That is, until 18 year old Faith Hummel invites her cousin, Kurt Hummel, a wide eyed 17 year old that's so beautiful and unique and talented that he makes the whole town turn upside down, to spend one summer with her before his senior year. Just one.
Just one summer that changes everything.
"She looks happy today."
It's not like Blaine Anderson ever really pays attention to Faith Hummel, at least not more than absolutely necessary because she always sends him a bitchglare that makes him back away about five yards (and she has a different bitchglare reserved for everyone), but she's smiling. Like, toothy and wide, and Blaine's never seen her smile.
Mostly because he spends most of time watching Summer Brooks, who's across the porch outside the diner from Blaine and his friends. It's hard not to stare at her. She's like this perfectly dirty Barbie (and Blaine has heard stories. Summer's a freak when it comes to nightly activities…in her bed), and every twist of her body, flick of her thick, brown hair, purse of her pouty red lips, and blink of her emerald green eyes oozes sex.
She's wearing an obscenely low cut, red sweater and her bikini bottoms barely cover her ass. Her cleavage is spilling out and it's sexy (his friends would prefer the term 'slutty'), unlike Lynn Hawthorne right next to her (who Blaine dated for a few months. She blows like a Hoover and rides it like a pro, but other than that she's a boring, airheaded blond), who's in short red shorts that should be illegal and a see through white, lace tunic, that ends at her belly button. Ridiculously ripped, blonde (and tall, Blaine grumbles in his head) Jameson Holden has his arm tight around Lynn and gives Blaine a look for staring.
Okay, how can he help it? She's just there, with her body on display. Jameson should be covering her up, not staring everyone down that so much as glances at her (dude, she's practically naked), but Blaine's well aware that Jameson is possessive, whether it be a girl or guy on his arm (and as far as Blaine knows, Jameson is the only male in this town that likes boys, though Blaine highly doubts that's the case. Jameson is the only one that's obnoxious about it). Blaine wonders what Jameson will be like when he actually has feelings for whoever he's dating, or fucking, at the time. He'll be like the Incredible Hulk.
Jeff Winters, Nick Albright, and David Ryder's girlfriends are currently shopping at Cherie Couture, so they're free to look at Summer all they want, but they don't of course, because their girlfriends are perfect beings (no really, they are. Blaine can't imagine more suitable girls for his friends). Blaine's a little freaked out though because David's 17 years old and already discussing how he plans to propose to his bodacious, kind, blonde-haired goddess of a girlfriend, Alexandria Landry, for her 18 birthday this October. He's two days older than her. They've been dating for three months. That's a lifetime commitment for a high school student in this town (or any town if you really want to get down to it).
So, instead, they spent the entire "snack" at the diner teasing Blaine over and over again how he hasn't gotten into Summer's pants yet. This is a daily thing, and at this point, Blaine's so used to it that he just brushes it off.
Okay, Blaine's not that kind of guy. Really. Okay…maybe a little. He had a one night stand at a college party because he was drunk out of his mind (all thanks to his good friend, though complete asshole, Noah "Puck" Puckerman), but most of the time, he usually dates a girl and gets to know her first before sleeping with her. Of course, this was definitely not the case with Lynn, because that was probably considered more "friends with benefits" (though she's not really a friend and never has been). But nonetheless, Blaine likes romance. He just hasn't found anyone to be ridiculously, hilariously romantic with like his inner dork and hopeless romantic has been fantasizing about doing since he knew what it meant to be romantic. Roses and candles and walks on the beach and hand holding and dopey smiles and tender kisses…sound perfect actually.
"Since when did you care about Faith Hummel, dude?" Puck's glares at Blaine; he's already getting defensive.
Blaine holds back a laugh, runs a finger through his dark curls, washed free of gel (Cheers for school being out!). "I'm not interested in dating her, Puck."
Santana Lopez, Blaine's right hand man…er…lesbian, rolls her eyes and goes back to staring at a cute brunette, who's visiting for the week, seated two tables away.
It's so funny, because Puck is head over heels in love with Faith, and she never gives him the time of day. Blaine has never seen Puck so whipped before and he doesn't understand his "heart eyes."
Like, who looks at someone like that?
Santana and Blaine talked about Puck's infatuation and Faith's general coldness towards him. Santana predicts Faith is such a bitch to Puck because she does like him. I see that coy smile she reserves only for him when he's bugging her and spilling out innuendos. She wants it.
Blaine doesn't want to imagine Puck having sex with anyone, so Santana's words made him grimace.
He sees her point though.
But Faith's smile is different today, and she's bouncing around the diner with her auburn hair pulled back and blue eyes wide with excitement.
Then she serves the table next to theirs (Jameson and Summer's table), and her smile falls the second she spots the people sitting there.
"Faith," Puck coos, leaning over his seat, inching close to her without falling off. "You, me, some hot chocolate, maybe some Marvin Gaye, cashmere sheets, moonlight tomorrow night…?"
She busies herself with serving a very bored Lynn and responds to Puck without looking at him. "I have company coming tonight, so I'd prefer not to spend my weekend with you trying to put your dick where it will never be allowed…"
The response from the guys is instantaneous. One big "Oooooo" and an enormous, body shaking laugh from both Blaine and Jeff.
She smirks. Now there's that grin she keeps for Puck. "It's too hot for hot chocolate. Marvin Gaye…not a big fan. Cashmere's too expensive and it irritates my skin, and I'm allergic to moonlight."
"You sure you're not allergic to sunlight? I never see you on the beach," Lynn says, bitter and bored. "And I would be able to spot you because you're about as pale as it gets. You're like Casper or some shit." Her eyes (thickly coated with eyeliner, not attractive at all) narrow in disapproval.
"Compared to the burn you have going right now that's just going to peel? I'll take my freckles and porcelain skin, over the possibility of skin cancer, thank you very much."
Blaine's impressed. When did she learn how to stand up for herself?
Puck's nearly falls out of his seat trying to talk to her. "Just keep talking baby, it turns me on."
She rolls her eyes and twists to avoid his hand, nearly running into Sam Evans, Blaine's best friend, blonde hair drenched from his afternoon swim (at least he's clothed this time, much to the disappointment of the girls in the diner. No lawsuits will be filed for public indecency), who slides in next to Jeff and Nick. The three men jump into a rather girlish, batting-of-hands fight to make space for all three of them.
Santana happily sits in a chair at the other end of the booth. "You know you could have sat on the other side with David, Puck, and Blaine. Blaine's so fucking tiny that there would have been enough space." Blaine sends her a glare and she pats his arm. "I'm teasing, hobbit, you know I love you."
"Dude, she smiled at me." Oh God, not again. Puck has that glazed look in his eyes. He's staring off in the distance, not focused on anything
"Let me guess, Faith, right?" Sam teases.
"Never gonna happen," David sucks down half of his shake before speaking again. "He's got as much chance getting her to hold his hand as Blaine does getting into Summer's lack of pants: Slim to none."
Blaine's about to retort but seconds later he feels a presence beside him and there's Faith standing next to him, arms crossed, nose turned up. "Do you want anything, Sam?"
"Yeah," he says. "Can you tell Puck why you're actually happy today?"
She arches an eyebrow…and blushes, a slight rosy color. Oh really now? Blaine shares a knowing smile with Sam.
Nick leans forward. "He seems to think it's him that's making you happy."
"Oh dear God, please no." She turns away to take orders from another table.
Puck pouts. "Dude, she dated that asshole Brian, remember? I'm as badass as he is!"
"Wait," Blaine turns to him, eyes wide. "That was a thing? She did?"
"They were really low key about it, "Santana says. Her snark returns. "Of course, Puck probably stalks her on a daily basis…"
"I do not!"
Santana lifts her hand to cut him off. "…so I'm sure he saw them."
There's a brief silence and Jeff takes that as an opportunity to tune into the conversation, though he's a little late about it. "Wait, how did you know?"
"For the love of God," Santana slams her hands down on the slick, wooden table top. "We're friends."
There's uproar at their table, with several instances of "Brian?!"
"No, not him!" Santana nearly shouts. "Faith." She gestures to the tiny girl (and Jesus Christ, she is tiny, Blaine's never noticed before. She's, like, 5'0" because she's not wearing her boots today. Blaine feels like a giant next to her).
Blaine decides to pry for more information. "When did that happen?"
"We were partners last year for AP Biology. She's…really cool."
Puck looks positively offended. "Are you…are you kidding me? Dude…" Santana shoots him a glare for that word. "I actually had a chance to have someone talk me up and I missed it."
Sam laughs. "Like she'd ever talk you up. It's Santana." He fist pumps Jeff, Nick, and David…and Blaine, who discreetly sticks his fist out.
Out of nowhere, Jameson appears by their side. "You guys ready?"
They're confused for a second, before their faces dawn in recognition. "Oh…shit," Blaine nearly leaps up. Jameson's bright green eyes hold him in place. "Impromptu performance in 5. Faith just told me they're keeping the aisles clear. I'm leading with Sebastian…he'll be here in three. Ready?"
"Are you guys really about to do that song…seriously?" Santana looks judgmental. That's her constant look though, so it's hard to tell, honestly… "There are…old folks here."
"There's like two in the corner," Jameson argues. "Most everyone here is high school or college aged."
David stands in his seat, looking for his girlfriend and the two girls she's always attached to. They're at the bar, ordering drinks. Which means everyone should be here…
The boys steadily make their way through the aisles. "Wanky," Santana calls out. "Make those panties wet, boys." She winks, just as David, Nick, and Jeff's girlfriends, Alexandria, Brooklyn Velazquez, and Savannah Blackwell slide in next to her, giggling, their hands full with Virgin Pina Coladas. Santana glances around and discreetly pulls out her flask to spike hers, tucking away with nothing but a glare sent to the soccer mom who was watching her in the corner.
Blaine's following behind Puck, chuckling, because they're really doing this aren't they? Summer grabs his arm and pulls him close, green eyes meeting his wide hazel ones. "Are you dedicating this to me?" Blaine's other ex, Victoria Estrada, rolls her eyes from behind Summer.
He grins. "You don't even know what we're singing."
"I can only imagine it'll be spectacular." She gives him naughty smile.
"If I do sing to you, does this mean I get a kiss later at Jameson's party?"
She's inches from his face. "You know I play hard to get."
Santana, ever the cock blocker (and Blaine will thank her for this later), pushes through them. "Not now, fiends. And besides," she leans over to whisper in Summer's ear so Blaine can't hear. "Everyone knows you're easy. You just pretend you don't want it so a guy worships you in a way you don't deserve."
Blaine looks at Santana oddly as she pulls back. Summer has to be physically restrained by Victoria and Lynn.
"What did you say to her?" Blaine asks as Santana drags him to join the guys who are gathered in a circle, pretending they're not about to wreak havoc.
"Doesn't matter." She shoves him between Sebastian and Jameson. "Rock this shit, Blaine baby."
"Fucking Whistle though, really? Were we high?" David laughs, slinging his arm around Alexandria, swooping in for a kiss as he and his boys (and girls) walk down the street to Jameson's house later that evening.
Santana links her arm with Blaine's. "It was hot." She winks at him before jumping on to Jeff's back for a piggy back ride, his red headed, adorable dork of a girlfriend, Savannah, holding his hand and laughing as Santana tells him to giddy up.
"You think Faith will be there?" Puck speeds up to catch up with them, Blaine trailing behind him.
"Puck," Sam yells out from a few feet behind them, walking faster to get ahead of Nick and his ridiculously beautiful ebony-skinned girlfriend, Brooklyn, who were engaged in a heated lip lock. Nick even dips her before Sam can escape. "You know this isn't her scene and the girls hate her. Plus, she said she has company coming tonight."
Blaine rolls his eyes. "What did Faith ever do to them, seriously?" It doesn't make any sense. He hates putting up with Summer, Lynn, and Victoria constantly talking shit about the tiny angel with a bite, everywhere they turn. Because she's different from them?
"Because she exists," Santana nearly growls with anger as Jeff sets her down and she falls back beside Blaine. "And she's friends with the 'lowlifes,' as those bitches like to call them, though they're cooler than all of you assholes combined."
There's a chorus of "amen!" from the girlfriends and various slaps from the boys at Santana, who expertly dodges each pitiful one. Jeff's tall though and manages to ruffle her hair and hug her head to his chest before she swings and he runs away to escape an all out, Santana Lopez attack.
"Santana, like you aren't excited that Hope Palmer's going to be there," Blaine says, nudging Santana as she joins him again.
Santana blushes and Blaine considers the night a success regardless if he gets a kiss from Summer or not.
That's the thing at Marie Beaumont. It's a high school, so cliques exists, mainly the "in crowd" and "the outsiders", with a few drifters in between. The in crowd gets divided into two more groups: Those who associate with people outside of the group and are generally very well liked, and those who refuse to associate with anyone in 'lesser' crowds.
Blaine hates that somehow the school became like something out of Gossip Girl. It's ridiculous.
Blaine and his friends, Puck, Sam, Santana, Nick, Jeff, and David, fall into the first group; their friendships and connections exclude no one. Brooklyn, Alex, and Savannah were never in any polar opposite groups, but they sure as hell grabbed the attention of Nick, David, and Jeff, so in a way they become a part of the "in crowd." Blaine's friends share the title of "Rulers of the School" with the latter group, the true Gossip Girl crowd that includes Summer, Jameson, Lynn, Victoria, Brian Hunter, and Sebastian Smythe. Then there's "those beneath us," in Lynn's bitch-tastic words, which include the employees at the coffee shop, a whole lot of them that work with Faith. To be quite fucking honest, Blaine prefers their company over anyone in Jameson's group. The rest of the school, on the other hand, falls into no category whatsoever. They're mostly "floaters", and Hope Palmer is one of them.
Despite these differences, nothing really happens between the groups. There's the occasional blimp, like Brian dating Faith, but other than that…no one really cares. They didn't even care then. It just frustrated Santana and Blaine (who lived in denial for a long time over those two getting together, until today) because they are well aware that Brian's a complete dick, and then, of course, it frustrated Puck for obvious reasons.
There's the occasional rivalry in the Warblers, the Academy's male acapella group (they stole the name from the Warblers at Dalton in Westerville, Ohio because for some reason, the group fell apart right after Blaine moved to Coldwater his freshman year. Thus, the name was up for grabs. It just worked), between Jameson, Sebastian, and Blaine, but really…it's mostly just talking behind people's back or spitting insults to their faces (all in the name of love…). Oh and the riff offs, where the houses at the Academy face off, but even then, those are nothing but good fun, and…Jesus Christ, things within the school are pretty fucking boring.
This, of course, is one of the reasons why Blaine and his friends spend most of their time trying to get laid or getting laid, or partying till dawn. They never go anywhere except surrounding cities. Blaine dreams of the bright lights of NYC, or god forbid even some small farm town like Westerville, Ohio, where he spent nearly 14 years of his life before his parents divorced (Praise!) before moving here when his mother got remarried. Now, he has a fancy house on the cliffs by the ocean and a step-father who's more of a father than his actual father ever could be, and friends he can't part from, at least not right now.
Blaine…kind of shot to the top of the school his first day freshman year, and he's been sharing the "Most Popular" male title with Jameson, who was a year older and now a graduate ready to get the fuck out of this town. Not that he has anything against it, it's just…boring, is what he says. Not to mention Jameson has cycled through pretty much all of the girls, and a few of the guys, here and his options are getting bland. His words, not Blaine's.
He hasn't dated Summer though. It was this pact he made with Blaine when she transferred last year.
(Jameson pops out of nowhere when Blaine's studying in his corner at Marie Beaumont's library and props his feet up on the table, right over Blaine's Calculus homework. "You want her, I know that."
Blaine rolls his eyes, but doesn't even need to second guess who Jameson's talking about. Summer Brooks, the hot new transfer from Cali, arrived at the academy for the first time this week. Blaine and Jameson swooped in on her immediately. "And you do too. Kind of obvious."
"You saw her first, Blainers." Blaine could smack him if they weren't in public. He despises that nickname. "You get first dibs. She seems like too much of a priss for me anyways…I mean, even prissier than me."
Blaine arches an eyebrow at this."'Prissier'? You are so gay." He shakes his head, chuckling.
"Not gonna deny it. I fucking love cock, man, fuuuck…you don't know what you're missing." He reaches to adjust his pants and Blaine kicks his chair so he topples over, startling nearby students and a very angry librarian who shushes them. Jameson flicks her off as he gets to his feet and resituates himself in his seat.
"Please stop. And I've seen you're cock. Not too impressed with it. It is nice though, I guess, as far as…cocks are concerned.."
"Gaaaaay. And please, like you don't watch porn." Jameson winks. Blaine blushes and flicks him off. "And I would say the same for you, Blainey, except yours is rather impressive…You're not my type though."
Blaine rolls his eyes and returns his gaze to his textbook. "How do I even get myself into these conversations with you?"
Jameson has decided to ignore this comment. "Blaine, darling, precious, your ass is ridiculous though…I would wreck that shit if I actually wanted you." The other students are eyeing them because Jameson's whispering is like whisper-shouting. He's not very quiet. He doesn't know how to be. "But, I know Sebastian wants you. He's not out yet…"
"In that case, he is now. You just outed him."
Jameson doesn't even hear him. "…and he definitely needs some training first; his technique is…" Jameson whispers conspiratorially. "…Lacking."
"Are you drunk?"
"No, dipshit!" Jameson kicks Blaine's shin and Blaine glares and kicks back. Jameson stands to his feet. "Don't knock it till you've tried it."
"Jameson, I'm serious though. I can't even count on both hands the amount of girls both of us have fooled around with…the same ones, not the different ones."
"Okay, okay. Serious mode now…this Abercrombie face with matching abs is serious now." He lifts his shirt to inspect his (and Blaine hates himself for counting) 8-pack of chiseled abs.
"…"
"Oh shit, you're checking me out?"
"As fucking if. You walk around shirtless all the time. And you're not my type. I prefer brunettes."
"Oh my God, you didn't even say you prefer girls." He pulls out his phone. "Tweeting this shit…"
"You know what I mean, asshole!" Blaine tosses his history textbook at Jameson who dodges it and laughs. They're about to get kicked out. It wouldn't be the first time.
Blaine decides to continue to send Jameson a look he hopes clearly reads try and have a serious conversation with me or get the fuck out.
"Don't give me the evil puppy look…" A moment of silence passes. Blaine's look doesn't falter. "Fuck, fine. You told me you wanted to date her. You've never done that before. I'm backing off."
"You're serious right now? I always get your sloppy seconds…"
"Now that's a fucking lie. And it's not like you've ever complained about it."
"Yeah, yeah..." Blaine waves his hand in dismissal. He freezes mid motion and just stares at Jameson. "Jesus Christ we sound like two sluts."
Jameson smirks."Proudly a bi-slut for 3.5 years now."
"I did not need to hear that."
"Oh please, two years for you."
"Jamie, baby, I hate you so much," Blaine's voice oozes poison. "Are we really going to get into numbers right now?"
"I win by a long shot."
"Not something to brag about…"
"Don't even go there, Casanova 2.0," Jameson says and Blaine wonders why he's even trying to have this conversation in the first place. Jameson catches on quickly though. "Whatever…this is all off topic. You like her. I'm backing off. We've never fought over anyone and we aren't going to fight over someone now."
Blaine lets out the deepest sigh of relief. "And that is why we're actually kind of friends." Blaine stands up and gathers his supplies.
"Good to know…" Jameson leans in inches from Blaine's face bending down to meet his gaze. "Don't deny it though, you like my dirty mouth. You talk just as dirty, so don't even start. I've heard you before with…uh what's her face? Haley from UCLA, last week? You're so fucking hot baby, take it, fuck you're so good, you like this cock? Like how it feels pounding into your sweet, tight…"
"I'm walking away now.")
Blaine calls bullshit though, because there's no way Summer hasn't slept with Jameson.
(He did walk in on Summer giving Jameson a blowjob, both of them drunk. Jameson didn't even apologize. Blaine literally laughed with him about it afterwards.)
It should make him angry, but it doesn't.
The house party is in full swing when they arrive. Shots by LFMAO and Lil John is blasting from the speakers and there are half-clothed women and shirtless men everywhere- in the house, on the porch, and on the beach outside Jameson's house.
Santana tries her hardest to avoid Hope, but ends up running into her at every corner, before returning to Blaine (who's greeting everyone) with a blush after Hope attempts to talk to her each time.
Hope's really pretty with blond hair and blue eyes and legs that go for miles and a face that's full of innocence. She's the sweetest thing, although she has a temper that Santana finds exceedingly hot, and she can be a straight up princess if things don't go her way. It's endearing and cute though and not off-putting like, oh Lynn, say, who pitches a fit over her drink not being mixed perfectly, which she did just now, tossing it into Puck's face at the bar he's set up in Jameson's kitchen. Puck responds with a "fucking bitch" and storms off with his hands thrown up to join Jeff, Nick, and their girlfriends on the porch (which is open to everyone since Jameson gave up closing the sliding glass doors for the night about an hour ago).
Lynn complains to Jameson two seconds later and his complete lack of interest and the annoyance on his face makes Blaine and Santana laugh.
Moments later, the mood is ruined. "Oh, the bitch is here," Santana sneers and slaps Blaine's head really hard, earning a loud, "Ouch, Jesus fuck, Santana!" before she points, jerking her hand, to the direction of the door as Summer enters in all her glory, Victoria on her tail.
"I literally cannot escape my ex-girlfriends anywhere can I?" Blaine says, muttering into his drink. Like, how can he make a move on Summer, when Vicky is right there, and Lynn always a few feet away?
"In a town as small as this?" Santana says, back straightening and chin titling up in clear defiance as Summer spots Blaine, smiles and makes her way over. "Never. Reason why I can't ever escape the fact that Puck and I slept together. Gross."
Blaine laughs, spewing his drink over David who's dancing with Alex a foot away from then. David does nothing but wipe his shoulder off, glance at Blaine, and shrug.
"I forgot you and him actually had sex."
Santana shivers with disgust. "Oh God, I'm getting more to drink because now I'm thinking about cocks and just…no." She turns away from Blaine just as Summer closes in. "Really don't want to deal with that bitch right now, so, I'm out," she says into Blaine's ear, huffing with distaste before she beelines for the bar, running into Nick, who immediately pulls her in to do shots.
"Hey," Summer says, arms out. Blaine pulls her into a hug that she holds for an unnaturally long time. Blaine's a hugger though, so he holds her tight and whispers in her ear, lips brushing against her skin, "Did you like the show?"
She pulls away, sliding her hands down his arms, eyes widening with delight at the bare skin before she glances up at him. "You should've sung more on lead." She pokes his chest, rubbing her hands down his shirt.
He moves in closer, hands falling to her waist. "Figured I'd be nice and give Sebastian and Jameson a shot to perform on lead."
"Oh please," she giggled. "You haven't sung on lead since your sophomore year. Don't you think it's about time you went back? You're amazing."
Blaine's grin falls.
He hasn't sung on lead since then because his father paid him a visit after their Christmas showcase and told him repeatedly that music would get him nowhere, that it wasn't his passion. Blaine went home crying that night after his father spent no more than those two seconds with him. He was absolutely heartbroken when he found his sheet notes for every song he'd ever performed and wanted to perform were gone, with a single note from his father reminding him that he was still nothing and that he wouldn't be anything with music.
Since then, Blaine hasn't had any inspiration…or god forbid, a fucking muse, to put him on the music track again, although he's still enrolled at Marie Beaumont, and still a member of the Warblers. His college applications have yet to include a performing arts school though, and it breaks his heart.
Blaine regains his composure and smiles again. It's completely fake this time, and that wall he rarely lets down is back up again. "I'm trying to be modest here."
After a moment, she says, grinning, clearly immune to whatever he's feeling, "Dance with me." She nods to the dance floor. He takes her hand and they vanish into the crowd.
Santana isn't even buzzed, but she is thoroughly entertained by a slightly intoxicated Puck and Sam, who are currently debating over Star Wars and Star Trek, and which is better, while she avoids talking to Hope.
She's not being mean. It's just that her crush on Hope is so massive that every time she so much as opens her mouth to speak to her, she stutters over every other word. Hope always stands there, cute and smiley and goddammnit, Santana wants to kiss her, take her on dates, and throw her onto the bed to worship those curves.
But nope, not yet. Never. No. Breaking up with Brittany S. Pierce hurt enough, she can't fall for another blonde, no matter how perfect and different Hope is from anyone she's ever known.
Sam and Puck are momentarily distracted from their "battle" and share looks of distaste as they watch the dance floor, which is basically Jameson's living room with its furniture pushed aside.
Oh God. That's why. She slides between the two guys and slings her arms over them. Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry is playing and it makes the scene before her even more horrifying.
She's not normally grossed out by straight couples.
I mean, Jeff and Savannah are being their usually disgustingly cute and dorky selves throwing their arms up and dancing around each other, swinging their hips back and forth, laughing. David and Alex don't disgust her either; they're smiling and laughing and doing some sort of salsa dance. Nick and Brooklyn, who actually look really hot together, Santana's not going to lie; she likes the whole ebony and ivory thing. She'd watch that… (okay, she'd watch Brooklyn). The two of them are beside David and Alex, and switching partners with Jeff and Savannah, dancing hysterically. Really, these are her friends? Sam and Puck are boogying next to her, bumping her hip and she can't even enjoy it because…gross.
Because, Blaine and Summer are dancing together. Or, grinding would be a better word, humping actually, and she's singing the lyrics into his ear and oh God they better not be sleeping together. She's going to punch the shit out of Blaine if that's the case.
Okay…that wouldn't be too good of an idea, because he boxes (rule number one about fight club, you don't talk about fight club) and he'd block her in a second, but at least he'd get the point she was trying to make, like "you're a fucking idiot for hooking up with that slut."
Santana cracks when they two of them start making out, all tongues and lips and oh god Blaine is so much better than her. Why can't he just date Victoria again? That wasn't too terrible.
Puck eyes Santana. "Please break that shit up. Man, I get all these feelings about who Blaine dates and dude, I just want him to be happy and shit, but not gross like with her," he slurs.
"You're drunk, Puckerman."
"Bullshit." He says, chugging his beer. "Sam, you're his best friend…"
"…as am I," Santana punches Puck's shoulder. He flinches. "Crazy woman!" Puck cries, far too loudly.
Sam and Santana exchange a look, ignoring Puck. "You want this?" Santana asks, staring at him, practically twitching.
Sam's quiet for a minute, glances towards Blaine and Summer for half a second before shivering and verbally expressing his disgust. "Your turn."
She takes off in a split second and the crowd literally parts for her, before she slinks in between the...oh God, couple, as she says, "Mind if I cut in?" Summer's hands fly up and she glares at Santana.
Puck joins them seconds later and says, "Me too," dancing up against Blaine who laughs that ridiculously cute tiny laugh he occasionally does and pushes Puck away. They break into a little scuffle as the rest of their group join in, thankfully to a song less-fitting for Summer and Blaine to be dancing to.
It's Cupid's Shuffle and it's perfect because it's line dancing and no bodies should be touching. Yes, this is good.
Honestly anything is better than the two of them practically having sex to Crazy Bitch.
Santana's also silently pleased because Hope was grinding against the "I'm pretty sure she's bi" Victoria, and now she's not.
Summer dives in for a kiss out of nowhere.
It's hot, but less fireworks producing than he imagined.
There's no fireworks actually, just this urge in his ever tightening sweat shorts to just take her, and she's plenty thrilled to give in. Her hands are everywhere and her tongue is in his mouth almost as soon as she starts kissing him and Blaine's…enjoying it? He guesses. He's hard and Jesus fuck this better not be a tease, because now she's tugging at his hair and he likes that…he likes it a lot.
She's suddenly ripped off him by a raging Santana and Blaine doesn't know how to react, because Santana really could care less who he's dating, or fucking, or whatever, but she really fucking hates Summer and he's yet to get an answer that makes sense out of her as to why she hates Summer. Summer's not nice, and she's a bitch, but she's hot and fun, and Santana…just doesn't like her? Sam feels the same way, as does Puck…and all of Blaine's friends, actually. He overheard them talking. They just…don't like him with her, even though they all think she's the hottest thing in town (well besides their girlfriends, Hope for Santana, and Faith for Puck, and whoever for Sam).
He forgets his anger though because he's dancing to Cupid's Shuffle and Jeff and David are breaking it down and it's too much fun to miss.
He can hook up with her some other day, no biggie. He's been pursuing her for nearly 2 years. He can wait a little longer.
She texts him later that night and says to meet him at Café Noir the next morning. It feels weird, because it sounds like…a date. And he didn't know Summer…dated? Or maybe it's just an excuse to drag it out more until she finally gives in…
Needless to say, Blaine Anderson forgets all about Summer Brooks when he walks into Café Noir the next morning.
Kurt Hummel doesn't like Coldwater, Oregon.
Okay, anything is better than Lima, Ohio. New York City was a long shot, at least not until after he graduates, and he is just visiting.
Maybe. Burt has loved this place for years since his brother and his brother's wife settled down here ages ago, and he knows about Kurt's issues at McKinley (not everything, but close enough), so…there's a good chance that they might be moving here.
This doesn't settle well with Kurt, even though Carole's on board already and Finn could care less because Rachel's already planned to visit him every other weekend while he's in Coldwater and while she's in New York (which is still over a year away). Kurt's not sure how she's going to afford that, but she's Rachel Berry, she'll find a way.
Besides, it's only the first day.
Kurt loves his friends at McKinley, but he and Rachel are going to NYC next year regardless and well, he'll see them again. He has too. They kept him fairly strong through the years, although most of that was his own doing, his own mantra of "I'm getting out of here soon; it gets better." He'll miss them, but there's not much for him in Lima outside of New Directions and his father, step-mother, and step-brother. Three out of the four are right here with him. Burt's brother even has a Hummel Tires and Lube shop out here, and he gets a lot of business.
So, they might actually move here. Kurt's doesn't know how he feels about that. Tina Cohen-Chang is house sitting for them in Lima, so no worries there, but a whole summer will pass and his father might decide not to go back. Kurt might never see his recently decked out, refurnished room again.
Coldwater is on a beach, and terribly sunny, which drives Kurt up the wall because his skin. He's already gotten tips from his cousin, Faith, on how to keep that precious part of himself covered and flawless. He'd like a little color though, if he was capable (unlikely). Massive amounts of freckles will end up being the result.
Faith has filled him in on everything in Coldwater: which places to shop at, what's available to eat, Marie Beaumont Celestine Academy (which peaks Kurt's interest; it sounds like a school he could go to), and she gives him a brief synopsis of the 'cliques' and her friends. He's not sure he'll remember all of it, because she talked a mile a minute and it was just so much information, but he's willing to figure out everyone on his own.
He's kind of terrified of some of the people, but when Faith tells him about two lesbians, two bisexual men and a bisexual girl, that she knows off, Kurt feels less alone…and actually kind of surprised. In a town this small? Wouldn't that be a big deal?
Kurt concludes that this isn't Lima. People are different. He might be able to be himself here without fear.
Kurt arrives at Café Noir at 7:00 am, an hour after opening, to start his training. His dad snagged the job for him through his Uncle and…here he is. No interview required, and now he can make his own money to buy new clothes, which he can never have enough of. It'll pass the time in this town.
When he walks into Café Noir, it's pretty much dead after the morning rush. There are quite a few people lounging around, but hardly anyone is in line to order.
It's far from lazy though. His co-workers, he believes, because of their matching aprons (he begrudgingly puts his on), are gathered behind the bar, engaged in conversation. Music plays in the background and a leggy blonde is dancing with his cousin (who took far less time than he did to get out here. He had to psyche himself up). She works part time at the coffee shop and at the diner, which Kurt has yet to check out.
Faith notices him and stops, dragging him to her friends. She straightens her Maroon beanie and fixes her black sweater, tugging it over her jeans as she begins to introduce him. "Ladies, this is my cousin, Kurt Hummel. He'll be joining us for the summer."
Because of Kurt's ridiculous growth spurt he had last year he can see clearly over his cousin's head. She's nearly a foot shorter than him. His co-workers stare at him like he's an alien, mouths dropped open and everything. He feels very…exposed and blushes under the stares. A Hispanic girl cups her mouth and blushes before whispering to the curvy black woman next to her (that's much shorter than she is), who looks just as shocked and surprised as she does?
"Hi," he says holding his hand out to the Hispanic girl.
"Oh wow," the girl spits out, cupping her mouth. "They don't make boys that look like you here."
Kurt blushes. Was that a compliment?
"You're stunning," the tall blonde his cousin was dancing with says. "And I'm a lesbian."
Oh dear God. Why can't an actual gay man stare at him like these girls are?
Faith rolls her eyes. "Oh for heaven's sake! Kurt, this is Callie Delgado."
She gestures to the Hispanic (mixed?) girl. Kurt gets a good look at her. She's really very pretty: long black hair, chubby cheeks, tiny waist (massive boobs, though Kurt really doesn't care about those). She's wearing a white tank with a shawl over it, jeans and gladiator sandals. Kurt resists the urge to criticize her shoes, because really, but they actually work with her look. She dressed much better than Rachel, that's for sure. Replacement best friend for the summer?
"I'm Mercedes Jones," the curvy, black girl who was giggling over him early, reaches out for a warm hug. Kurt's not used to such contact so he awkwardly pats her back, though his insides flood with warmth, because she just seems so friendly and she hugged him. No one outside his family and Rachel does that. She's dressed like Callie, but with a red top instead, which looks fantastic against her dark skin, and she too is rather pretty.
The blonde lesbian (and Kurt has never actually met an out and proud lesbian before) introduces herself next. "Hope Palmer." She's wearing suspenders and high waisted short shorts over a heart and striped top with boots and socks to her knees. She's as gorgeous as Quinn, and Kurt realizes not all lesbians look like what he thinks a lesbian should look like.
Maybe gay men don't always look like him either.
They're quite the crowd too. Faith and Hope, who have been there the longest, team up to train with Kurt and within the first hour, he's got it down, until customers start getting really detailed in their orders. That's when he backs away and goes to the cash register, letting one of the girls take over, reassuring him that he'll get it eventually.
Kurt doesn't understand why he has to have this job. Can't he just spend a summer doing nothing? Then he realizes he wants the exact opposite of that, and this will definitely keep him busy.
The girls are loud and talkative, and Kurt has trouble keeping up with them. It's like constant exposure to the sleepovers he had with Rachel, Tina, and Sugar Motta back home. He'll be dealing with this for the summer. He's finding as time goes on that he can't be upset about it.
They talk about everything and sing along to the songs on the radio. Kurt finds himself listening intently to their gossip, not surprised that his cousin usually avoids them when they get into that. The gossiping is particularly heavy now since the place is dead except for a few stragglers.
"Please. After the party last night, I highly doubt anyone will be in here before 10," Hope says, rolling her eyes.
"Girl," Mercedes starts, crossing her arms, "You were at that party."
"Well yes, but I know how to hold my alcohol, unlike those…sluts." The way she says sluts caused Kurt to giggle from his designated spot at the cash register. Its sugary sweet with a dash of black pepper and oh so wonderful.
"I'm just waiting for the Anderson beach party or summer kick off, or whatever they call it now," Callie says, mixing a Cinnamon Latte for someone. "There's always a theme, so it's an excuse to dress up, and we all get invited to that one."
"Yeah, but will we go, is the question?" Faith butts in, wiping a table out on the floor.
"You have an in with Santana," Callie says. "She is Blaine's best girl friend."
Kurt, who's just rung up a customer, jumps into the conversation, "Care to elaborate on that?" He's being nosy, but he has to know everything about this town because he's living here for at least three months.
Hope purses her lips and puts her hands on her hips. "The "in crowd," and I explained this to you, are a bunch of drunken idiots who like to throw parties to display their popularity and wealth."
"Hey," Callie cuts in. "Blaine and his friends are enjoyable."
"Well, yes," Hope waves her off. "I'm getting there. I'm talking about Jameson's crew." She takes a deep breath and almost continues, but she's interrupted.
Faith leans over the counter. "Warning, warning: head bitch."
Hope glances out the window and her suspicions are confirmed. "Oh God, here we go."
"Here's your first test," Mercedes whispers to Kurt and pushes him to the cash register.
Kurt glares at her, before giving in and forcing a fairly genuine smile for their next customer. She's short, with brown hair, gorgeous eyes, dressed in a zip up blue dress that her boobs nearly pop out of.
How in the hell is that attractive? Straight men…like that sort of thing?
She glances at the menu above Kurt's head and puts on an enormous, clearly fake smile on as she orders an iced coffee, not glancing up at Kurt as she shuffles though her wallet. Her smile falls the second her eyes land on Kurt and he frowns the moment she looks at him, mirroring her expression.
Kurt Hummel takes shit from no one and he feels like he's about to get it. It's okay though, because he has quite a few words up his sleeve that he could send her way, if the time calls for it.
She gives him a once over, eyes narrowing. "You must be Faith's cousin."
As he mixes her coffee, he sends her too nice of a smile and says, ""Is there a problem, miss?"
"You clearly don't belong here," she whispers harshly. "You're going to get hell for that."
"Or not, Summer," Hope cuts in, mixing a drink for another customer.
Oh, so that's who she is.
"I didn't ask you, dyke." Summer hisses.
Kurt gives her a look to kill. "What did you just call her?"
"Oh please," Hope snaps. "Victoria is hooking up with that pretty, female, Korean transfer on the regular, and I know you know that, so don't even go there!"
"Okay," Kurt forces a laugh. "Can we take this elsewhere please?" He glances at Summer. She glares at him.
"Don't even get me started on you," She whispers through clenched teeth.
Oh, she did not.
She snatches the drink from him and sits at a table by the window, looking outside, and the moment is over.
Hope crowds him and leans against him. Kurt can feel the after-quakes of anger zipping through her body. "I will never for the life of me understand what Blaine sees in her."
"Speak of the Devil," Mercedes says, nodding to the door.
Kurt follows her gaze and…Oh.
Blaine Anderson, Kurt's pretty sure that's who he is, walks in the door, shouts his greeting to the girls, smiling…oh God, that's a beautiful smile. Kurt never knew a smile could make him weak in the knees (okay, Finn's half smile did when he had a crush on him…but God no…it's never made him feel like this). Blaine has such a pretty mouth with full, pouty lips and white teeth and Jesus fucking Christ who smiles like that?
Kurt's well hidden behind one of the shelves so he can watch Blaine without feeling like a complete freak.
He's wearing a black t-shirt, cardigan, and jeans and it's so simple and…look at that ass. How in the world…?
Kurt knows he's staring and blushes as he looks away, before giving in and staring some more as Blaine chats up Mercedes when he walks past the table she's cleaning. He runs his fingers through his curly, tamed hair and his eyes squeeze shut when he smiles at her
He has the prettiest eyes Kurt's ever seen. He can hardly see them from here, but they're hazel, maybe? Brown? No…too light. Oh God, if they're hazel…
He's really attractive…and those arms and that tiny waist and Kurt has never been so violently attracted or drawn to a guy, ever.
He ducks back behind the counter and busies himself with work because Blaine is straight. Kurt has to stop this pattern; he can't be falling for a straight guy, not again. Not ever.
He trips over Callie's feet and knocks over the coffee she's making, crying out, "Sorry!" as he stumbles.
He cleans up with her as she laughs out, "It's okay, really." Hope tells him to go on break, so he yanks off his apron, blushing. Then he notices Blaine is staring at him. Like openly staring, like he's never seen someone as intriguing as Kurt. It makes him nervous and excited all at once, and he doesn't know what's happening to his heart right now.
Their eyes meet briefly and Blaine's mouth drops open, hazel eyes (oh god, they are hazel) widening, and Kurt's heart feels like it's about to leap out of his chest, because no guy has ever looked at him like that.
Kurt thinks he might be fooling himself, but it looks like Blaine's world stopped the second their eyes met and nothing existed except Kurt.
Kurt knows his world did.
Blaine's pounding headache was not going to prevent him from having a good morning. Coffee would help, and he's actually surprised he's up this early, except…not really. He'd passed out on Santana's couch and was rudely awakened by her dumping a bucket of cold water on his head to wake him up for their morning jog. He'd been furious, but she did nothing except toss his running shorts at his face and shove him outside, cursing at him in Spanish.
So, he was wide awake as he walked into Café Noir: ice cold water poured over his head, morning run on the beach, and a nice shower. Coffee would tie it up nicely.
He sends his usual greetings to the girls that work there and stops to chat with Mercedes before turning to talk to Summer, who was staring at him from the table, glaring actually, because he hadn't addressed her first.
Fucking deal with it. I'm polite, and I'm in a good mood because I may have actually snagged you, sums up the look he sends her. She rolls her eyes, but her lips curve into a smile.
Just as he turns to Summer a crash comes from behind the counter and he sees Callie giggling as someone pats her clean.
A guy, maybe? This guy turns around and…um, okay.
Blaine's not sure how to explain the process of what happened to him the second he caught sight of the thin, tall…man dancing around the bar, his side to him.
His vision blurred and he was suddenly lightheaded and his heart skipped a beat and…what was happening?
He'd never seen a guy that looked like that in his life. He didn't think guys looked like that; he didn't think anyone looked like that. He's not making any stereotypes. He'd heard in advance that Faith's cousin, Kurt, and this has to be her cousin because who else could it be because as the step-son of the mayor you know everyone, was gay and he honestly didn't care.
It's just that, in all the stereotypes he'd had of gay men- the twink types, like Jeff, who was about as bisexual as one could be, and the big beefy, muscular "tops," like Jameson, and the rumored Bears he compared to his hairy, overweight, Great Uncle, none of them ever looked like this.
People don't look like…Kurt. If that is Kurt.
Blaine's comfortable in his sexuality (or not so much anymore, because what the fuck is he feeling?), and he has to agree that Kurt is very handsome…no, he's not even handsome…he's angelic and gorgeous and wow…okay. How...
He's wearing a plaid vest over a white long sleeved shirt and it clings to his frame nicely, and he's so skinny in his high waisted trousers, and his shoulders shouldn't be that broad, and how does one's body work together like that?
His hair is stylishly coiffed, and high on his head, and his eyebrows are perfectly angular, and he looks like he just fell from heaven. Who looks like that?
He meets Blaine's eyes and Blaine's insides stir and his lungs constrict as he meets this…being's eyes. Blue, green, gray, whatever, galaxy eyes? Is galaxy a color?
Did Blaine's guardian angel come to take him early?
Before he knows what's happening he's walking over to the guy, whose stock still and staring at him. "I'm Blaine." He holds out his hand.
The guy stares at his hand and back to his face before holding his hand out and Jesus Christ his hands are so soft and huge and what the fuck is happening right now? "Kurt."
Oh God, he is Kurt. Blaine shakes his hand and smiles, winking, composing himself, back to his dapper self. "You wanna make me a drink?"
Kurt visibly relaxes and grins, tight lipped, "Hmmm…I was about to go on break, but…I suppose so." He huffs, fake annoyed.
He goes behind the counter and Blaine follows him like he's in a trance. "You should guess my order."
Kurt stares at him long enough that Blaine can start to see the freckles on his nose and cheeks and he needs to stop staring because he could potentially creep Kurt out. Fuck, he's creeping himself out.
Kurt's long fingers curl around his chin and he studies Blaine. "Medium…"
"Correct," he grins, leaning across the counter, chin on his hands, grinning like a maniac at Kurt. He can feel the girls in the room watching them.
"Drip?"
Blaine's eyes almost pop out of his socket. "Go on." He smiles.
"Medium drip coffee?" Kurt leans across the counter, challenging him.
Blaine's mouth drops. "You know my coffee order."
"Uh huh…" he backs away. "It was just a wild guess. You seem like the type that likes it very basic," he mixes Blaine's drink. "Strong maybe, but simple…"
He eyes Blaine over the counter.
Blaine realizes he might just be flirting with Kurt. Oh well, why not? He's done this playfully with Sam before… "Maybe I need something different in my life."
"Oh no," Kurt shakes his head, grinning. He pouts. "Change isn't good."
"In this town, who knows?" Blaine smirks, leaning closer to Kurt. He might as well be sitting on the counter.
Kurt studies him, head titled up with teasing arrogance. "I don't think this town is ready for me," he whispers conspiratorially. "Too much gay, not enough straight."
Blaine tosses his head back and laughs at that, ignoring the fact that his drink is ready and on the counter between them. "I think it's just what we need, honestly."
Kurt smiles and it's warm and he blushes and it's cute and Blaine doesn't want to leave. Kurt holds the drink out. "It's on the house." Blaine returns his smile and holds his gaze
He hears someone clear their throat behind him. It's Summer with her arms crossed and glaring. "Are you done yet? We have things to discuss."
Blaine catches Kurt rolling his eyes.
Blaine pauses for a second, gaze back on Kurt, who's simply smiling with a slight…bitterness to it. "Um, Summer," he scratches his head. Suddenly the prospect of getting a blow job or a hand job from her behind the shop sounds unappealing at the moment, at least. Blaine would rather spend his time talking to someone else, anyone else…Kurt particularly. "I actually have to meet with the guys…uh, soon. Maybe later?" He turns to her, plastering on a fake smile.
She stomps her foot. "You're blowing me off, when you finally have me?"
Blaine feels himself get turned on by the prospect of doing things with her, but it's fleeting. They can do this later, can't they? "No, I just…not right now, okay?" He's practically screaming, now go away!
She pulls him down for a heated kiss that's just so random and too much tongue that Blaine feels violated after.
When he turns back around, Kurt is looking anywhere but him.
Blaine clears his throat and Kurt looks up. "Do you want to have coffee with me?"
Kurt chuckles. "That's really cliché. We're in a coffee shop…and don't you have friends to see?" He teases.
"I'll see them in about an hour anyways," Blaine shrugs. "We always meet up at the pier, which is literally about a 5 minute walk from here. I figured…walk with me on the beach? I can show you some hot spots…" Blaine's grasping at straws here. Kurt is just so different and mysterious that he's willing to do whatever to spend more time with him.
"Ah," Kurt says, chewing on his lip. Blaine is suddenly really distracted by his mouth and looks away, clearing his head. "So, you blew off your girlfriend, to talk with me, a guy you don't know, who happens to be a flaming homosexual. Hmmm…" He unties his apron and lays it on the counter.
"She's not…" Blaine's speechless. "Is that a no?"
Kurt shakes his head and meets Blaine's eyes again. "Order me a large non-fat mocha will you?" He gestures to a smiling Callie whose stare is hinting at something that Blaine can't catch. "I'm going to get my wallet. Meet you outside in a few?"
Kurt never would have imagined in a million years a guy like Blaine coming into his life, and treating him like he's not abnormal, but interesting.
Kurt finds out Blaine has an older sister, Dawn, who he's very close, even though she's off studying musical theater at Northwestern University. He sums up what she's like in a few words: Like everything I am times a thousand. He pulls out a picture from last Christmas of the two of them wrapped up in sweaters and scarves with snow falling around them and she looks exactly like him- big hazel eyes and everything.
Blaine also has an older brother, Cooper (the name rings a bell for Kurt but he can't picture his face), who's ten years older than Blaine and off pursuing an acting career in L.A.
Kurt tells Blaine he's visiting from Lima, Ohio and it stops Blaine in his tracks as they head further down the beach.
"I used to live in Westerville."
Kurt raises his sunglasses to look at him. "Really?"
"Before my parents split, yeah." Blaine smiles. "Ever heard of Dalton Academy?"
Kurt really, really likes Blaine's smile. It's by far the warmest smile he's ever encountered. "Of course. I almost transferred there last year. That's how bad the bullying got."
"I was going to go on and on about how I almost went to school there, but…bullying?" Blaine frowns. "Just how bad was it for you?"
"There was this Neanderthal that made it his daily life to torment me every single day." Kurt doesn't talk about this easily. He still flinches when he thinks about the bruises he's gotten and he still shivers with fear and disgust every time he thinks about how Dave Karofsky put his hands on him the way he did. "Things never got drastic…until last year. He threatened to kill me and he…stole my first kiss from me. That was it, really."
Blaine's blood runs cold. That's not fair, not fair at all, that someone as extraordinary as Kurt was robbed of that. No one should have such a special first taken from him.
Blaine's just thankful nothing more happened to Kurt, but the fact is, the severity of what happened to Kurt is just that: it's still terrible and he should've never had to deal with it. "You say that, like, what happened wasn't bad." Blaine's brow furrows and Kurt notices.
"I mean, I occasionally get panic attacks and I'm not saying it isn't bad, I'm just saying it could have been a hell of a lot worse. The glee club there helped out a little, but most of it was me, and my father, who I will never ever stop being thankful for. The open arms he's accepted me with is…perfect." His eyelashes flutter as he meets Blaine's gaze. "Not many gay men are as lucky as I am to have a parent that accepts them regardless of who they chose to love. It's not like it wasn't hard for him, but he's never stopped loving me or trying to be the best father he can be for me."
Blaine thinks about two things: Jameson's complete estrangement from his homophobic father and how, since he's seen firsthand what happens when they're in the same room, lucky Kurt really is, and how Jameson would honest to god feel slightly better knowing not all father's aren't like his.
The other thing Blaine thinks about is how Kurt's first boyfriend is going to be watched like a hawk by Kurt's father. It sounds like the man would accept nothing less than the world's most loving, perfect, wonderful boyfriend for his son.
The silence stretches and Kurt laughs. "Okay, this is way too heavy for a first meeting…" He looks at Blaine and smiles widely. "Make me laugh."
Blaine's chest tightens and he feels his cheek heat up. "Okay, give me a minute."
Kurt throws his head back with a laugh as Blaine pretends to be deep in thought.
Blaine's insides flutter at the sound. He'll think deeper into that later, but for now…
"What I can't get is how you've never had a boyfriend and you've only been kissed once…"
"Twice. They don't count." Kurt's lips curve up as he attempts to hide a smile.
"What?" Blaine looks at him, eyebrows furrowing. "Kurt Hummel, what exactly are you hiding?"
Kurt blushes and covers his face with his hands. "Oh God, it's so embarrassing." He peeks at Blaine through his fingers and Blaine's hands reach up to pry them off his face.
"Let me see that blush," Blaine teases, grips Kurt's hands, which are softer than any hands he's ever felt and bigger than any hands he's ever held, and for some reason that's any amazing feeling.
Kurt pushes him away, nearly knocking him into a middle-aged women sunning on the beach, who doesn't even move or react even as Blaine laughs and apologizes.
"Okay, I made out with a girl once my sophomore year because I thought it'd make my father happier to have a straight son." The words come out in a rush. He breathes deeply before speaking again, slower this time. "Obviously he reassured me he accepted me for who I was, but nonetheless, I am never living that down."
Blaine's head feels light. "You made out with a girl?"
"Oh my God." Kurt rolls his eyes. "Am I that obviously gay?"
"I mean…" Blaine stumbles over his words. "Um…no? I mean…yes, but, Jameson is very very gay and I didn't know he even liked guys until he came out to me our freshman year. Okay he didn't really come out to me, I just walked on him making out with some guy and he just looked at me and said 'I fuck girls and guys, Blaine, how are you doing this fine evening?'"
"Jesus," Kurt says, surprised at the sheer 'no-fucks-given' attitude of this Jameson.
Blaine shrugs and chuckles. "What I mean is, the idea of you making out with anyone…it's kind of hot."
Kurt's mouth falls open. "Excuse me…can…can I ask why?"
Blaine blushes. "You…you sort of look like an angel, all innocent and…stuff." Blaine's never been good with words. Okay, usually he is, but Kurt is different. Kurt makes him stumble over them and he seriously is affecting Blaine's confidence in a way that Blaine's really nervous about, but in a good way?
"Oh," Kurt breathes, eyes wide, feeling the urge to shrink away from Blaine because his eyes are really pretty and diving into my soul, okay? I need to stop.
"Who in the fuck is that?" Puck says. He lifts up his sunglasses and leans forward from his position on the pier to get a better look.
Jeff looks up from beside Nick, who's leaning over the edge and stands to his feet in such a rush he trips over a very aggravated Nick's foot, who kicks him in the shin. Jeff grips his foot, bouncing around on one leg, cursing Nick under his breath before regaining his composure and joining Puck on the railing. "Dude, that has to be Kurt."
Sam has just arrived with his arms full of ice cream and hands it off to the guys. "Who? Where?" He glances towards the beach.
Nick points out Kurt and Blaine to Sam. "He looks a lot like Faith- same nose and eye shape and color and hair color…"
"But male," Jeff pants.
"You have got to be kidding me," David says, lowering his sunglasses to eye Jeff wearily.
"Dude," Jeff says, smiling wide. "I am so out his league though…I mean look at him. Look at those legs."
"Shit," Puck says. "I'd tap that. Faith's got long legs too even though she's short…and yeah, he's tall, but I could be into that."
Santana chooses the moment to arrive, slinging her enormous Coach purse over her shoulder, hair in loose waves, huge sunglasses over her face. "Yes you'd tap that as a result of fulfilling your fantasy of Faith Hummel, who still will not date you, regardless of your efforts." Santana joins the others as they spy on the two boys headed towards them on the beach. "I highly doubt Kurt would be into that as well." She lifts her sunglasses, smirking. "Looks like he's already got his eye on somebody," she says, taking in Blaine's smile when Kurt laughs another ridiculous, kind of cute (to her, at least) laugh.
"Jesus, Blaine looks like he's falling in love, look at his face," Jeff coos, earning a smack from Nick.
"He's straight, dipshit," Puck says, rolling his eyes.
"Says the guy who just said he'd totally 'tap' that," Santana says, smirking.
Puck doesn't even look at her and flicks her off. "I hate you, bitch."
Santana pays him no attention either and licks her spoon clean of chocolate ice cream. "Hate you too, fucker."
Sam watches the two 'lovebirds' as they walk towards them on the pier. Blaine can't keep his eyes off of Kurt. "Oh, this is not good," he says quietly, just low enough so his friends can't hear.
Or maybe it is good.
A/N: That's it, my pretties, for now. I don't know when I'll update next, but this entire story is completely planned out, so writer's block shouldn't be a problem, just work and work and looking for another job and work and sleep and work and looking for jobs still and looking into grad schools and…yeah.
And yes, chapters will usually be this long or longer…I like to write and I like to write a lot.
Be sure to check out my photobucket account, linked in my profile, for my craptastic cast graphics! Lol. Random: I couldn't find a picture I wanted for Brian Hunter (in high quality), but I imagine him as Tom Hardy (in This Is War, if you want to break it down). Lea Salonga as Blaine's mom (let's be honest, who else is more fitting?) and Robert Downey Jr. for Blaine's epically awesome step dad. Obviously the canon characters are exactly who they are on the show. Other OCs graphics are in my photobucket account.