Hello everybody !
I hope you'll like this story : my own version of the upcoming season of Glee – from a Klaine point of view, with a twist of my own.
Yes, I am bringing an Original Character in the picture, so if you don't like that kind of story, sorry !
I try to keep it fluffy and funny, but I'm listening to you all for any suggestion or improvement-seeking comments ^^
Also, I should warn you that English is not my mother tongue, even if I try to read and speak it often. So if I make mistakes, please let me know, or offer to be my Beta if it bothers you too much
Italics – thoughts
Italics and bold – singing
I feel sorry to be obligated to do this …
Disclaimer : I do not own either Glee, Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson or any of the songs I may use … BEA is mine though !
On with the show !
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Chapter 1 : What the …?
Kurt Hummel was happy.
There was no other way to describe his state of mind : happiness was finally there.
Exhibit A : the Summer in Ohio was feeling generous, sunny but not overwhelmingly scorching, with a small breeze every once in a while, enough to keep you lazy and content.
Exhibit B : Kurt's perfect boyfriend, one gorgeous Blaine Anderson, was finally free from school and from a short engagement with Six Flags.
Now, don't get him wrong : Kurt had been very proud of him for getting hired, but it still had been translated as much less time for them to spend together before the end of the summer.
In this moment, Kurt Hummel was driving toward the Anderson's residence, a satisfied smile on his face.
While getting there, he was making a list of all the things the two of them would do in the day-time (trying very hard to concentrate on not thinking of the night-time … Bad Kurt, bad !) : movies were a mandatory stop, why with the mixture of Disney goodness and Harry Potter's final chapter coming on the screens just for them (it seemed), and not too complicated to achieve, while more … cultural activities, such as museums, required a bit more of driving and a lot more planning, but Blaine always lightened up when talking about Arts … Maybe they could go to Cleveland for a week-end – well, that one would be tricky to get Burt's approval, but his father was as smitten of Blaine as a father could be smitten of his offspring's date … That could work to their advantage ; that and the fact that they had always kept the public displays of affection to a PG-level.
To be honest, Kurt's plans weren't very complicated : the only part of his personality that was high-maintenance was his wardrobe and his hair, after all. All he wanted was to spend time with Blaine, to hold his hand, to laugh with him and to get to know him better.
The poor boy had no idea that he was about to get much more than what he had asked for …
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Blaine Anderson was torn.
There was no other way to describe the way he was feeling at the moment : dilemma was really here.
On one side, he finally – FINALLY ! – had time in his schedule for one cute-scratch that, sexy, gorgeous Kurt Hummel, who had patiently and encouragingly waited for him to finish his very successful, thank you very much gig at Six Flags (even though he couldn't stand the idea of entering a theme park any time soon !).
He actually had tons of ideas to fill their summer days with good memories (and maybe their nights too …? Blaine, you keep your mind out of that particular folder THIS INSTANT !)
On the other side, there was the e-mail flashing on his computer's screen.
Four lines, slightly cryptic for anybody other than him ; in short, an e-mail that was bound to rock all his plans out of the proverbial boat and rock even more the year to come.
From :
To :
Object : Listen to this
Michael Bublé
Album : "It's Time"
Track 05
Call me ;)
Having found to the aforementioned song, Blaine's first reaction was to snort in his glass of apple juice.
Then he listened to it, and his eyes grew wider and wider with every word and note sung.
Then and only then, when the true meaning of the song penetrated his skull, he grabbed his phone and speed-dialed a number he had left alone for most of the past year.
When the communication was established, he didn't even let the person on the other side of the line the time to greet him.
"What time ?"
His correspondent laughed at his obvious eagerness, and then proceeded in telling him "the" time, later that afternoon.
And there he was, still sitting in front of his laptop, his phone still in one hand, the other one holding his chin while he thought about the million different ways he had at his disposal to break the … news … to Kurt when he arrived.
- "Hi baby, I know I said my whole summer was yours once I was done … Guess what ?"
NO, N-O, that was the most direct path for a disaster.
- "Kurt, I have a good and a bad news for you, rolled into one …"
Yeah, right, he snickered at himself, like that won't bring Kurt's ire upon me !
-"Sweetie, I know you've always wondered how I managed in my former school before transferring, who was "my Blaine" … Weeeeeeell …"
Nu-huh, that didn't sound good either …
Crap, why was it so difficult to say something as simple and perfect as what he had to say !
But before Blaine could start to take off his hair from his scalp out of pure frustration, he heard Kurt's car arriving to his parents' house, and his heart fluttered.
KURT !
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When Kurt arrived at the Anderson's house, he was, as usual, taken aback by the sheer majesty of the old building.
A wide patio leading to an impressive reddish oak door, the house was a fine example of the Colonial style, right in the heart of Ohio.
Blaine's father family came from Louisiana, and when his business developed in Ohio, when he had to settle his family there, Charles Anderson had decided to bring a bit of the Southern culture with him.
In spite of his attempt at "reforming" his son, Kurt had to admire the fact that the older Andersons were very insistent on passing on their culture to Blaine, through an education filled with a love for music, Arts and nurturing a curiosity for … well, pretty much everything.
Just thinking about his ever-curious boyfriend brought a smile on Kurt's face and pushed him to walk faster to ring at the door.
Hearing the doorbell changed Blaine's heart into an Olympic gymnast, doing somersaults like crazy.
"Kurt is here, Kurt is here, Kurt is here, …" seemed to be the rhythm his heart chose to beat as he descended the stairs from his room to the entrance.
Opening the door in a grand movement, Blaine smiled his most dazzling smile as he looked at his boyfriend, who was quite dazzling himself.
Kurt, in true diva-fashion, was wearing a tight white T-shirt with a – were those sequins ? – shiny black vest and a pair of black jeans that while looser than the usual for Kurt, still flattered his frame.
Meanwhile, Kurt was doing a once-over of his own : Blaine, in his care-free- fashion, was wearing a loose light pink shirt with black letterings saying "Keep Calm, It's gonna be totally awesome", with dark blue jeans.
Even though he filed those images for future references, the clothes weren't the main focus of Kurt's attention : away from Dalton, Blaine had gradually stopped putting gel in his hair, and was letting the short, dark curls roam free around his face.
Just remembering how the curls would respond to his touch, and how he would play with them, given the opportunity, that was enough to bring the sexy thoughts from earlier back to the front of his mind.
Seeing a knowing smirk growing on Blaine's face, Kurt instantly knew that the slightly older boy was extremely aware of his appearance's effects on him, and that there was no way to hide it, or the blush coming from it.
"Hi there, smug boy" he said (lamely, in his own mind) in greetings, simultaneously acknowledging the situation and discarding it in one sentence.
"Hi yourself, gorgeous" was Blaine's answer, the perfect sweet counterpart to his acidity.
Gently tugging Kurt by one side of the vest, Blaine kissed him, very lightly at first, then in a more heated fashion as Kurt's hands found their way to his neck and the back of his head.
"Promise me that … you won't wear any more gel from now on" Kurt said into the kiss, just loving the way Blaine's hair reacted, the soft curls lacing themselves around his fingers, as if they were alive and caressing his hands …
"I … promise … As long as it's … manageable" Blaine gasped in a breath.
To be completely honest, he liked his hair gel-free too, but Dalton's – and the Warbler's – policy required him to look more … dapper, somehow. But that was about to be in the past …
Which brought him to the few pieces of information he HAD to share with Kurt.
"Kurt … Kurt, honey, as much as I just love that" he started reluctantly, as Kurt's lips were busy on his jaw, "I need to tell you something, it's kind of important" he finished, pulling Kurt inside the house.
"Actually, two things, just let me finish, before you … answer me, okay ?" he finally asked, a pleading look in his eyes.
Instantly, Kurt got worried, but he tried to reason his unsure side : Blaine couldn't possibly be ending things with him, especially after a kiss like the one they just shared … could he ?
"Okay, Blaine, I am listening" he finally said, trying to control the tremors in his voice and to keep his cool exterior.
Gulping, Blaine thought of all the speeches he had prepared, only to realize that it was in vain : the boy he loved didn't need elaborate explanations, he needed – and deserved – the truth, and the more he waited, the more he knew Kurt was likely to lose it …
"Well, the first one should please you, I hope … Next year, I won't return to Dalton."
As Kurt opened his mouth, Blaine raised one hand to stop him. "I talked about it with my family, and since the year after that I'll be going to New York – hopefully with you" he added with a crooked smile, holding Kurt's hand, "I figured that I needed to face the real world before facing such a big challenge …"
Lightly chuckling, Blaine continued, searching Kurt's eyes to judge his reaction to this. "You and I both know that Dalton is anything but the real world, right ?"
Kurt was speechless, not a rare occurrence since they had started dating, and he hesitated between laughing, jumping up and down or getting scared for his boyfriend.
"B … but … but what about the bullies ? Where are you going to go ?"
Well I know where I WANT you to go but let's not let our imagination going wild …
As Blaine remained silent, a playful smile on his face while he drew little circles on Kurt's hand, his whole demeanor practically screaming "Come on, dear, you can figure this one out !"
Kurt's smile became larger than it ever did.
"No ! No way ! You're coming to McKinley ?" he finally shouted, his hands flying to Blaine's neck.
"Yes way !" Blaine answered with as much enthusiasm, his arms snaking around Kurt's waist, "This way our final year in High School is going to be perfect … or at least, we will be together !"
Swallowing hard, Blaine knew he had to go on, now was the real difficult part.
"That brings me to the other information I have to tell you" he quickly added, before Kurt's appreciation for him coming to his school proved … too enthusiastic …
Kurt's hands sliding from his neck to his chest was all the incentive he needed to go on.
"The thins is … I won't be coming alone : someone else is going to join the ranks of McKinley High, someone very dear to me, someone I need to go and pick up at the bus station in about … two hours" he added, after checking his watch.
Kurt frowned, both in concern and in interrogation. "Who exactly is that, if I may ask ? You're always so … discrete about the people around you …" he insisted, drawling on the last vowel.
He couldn't help but feel jealous : if that person was a woman, why was she so important to Blaine ? If that person was a man, it was even worse !
With a tender smile, one that Kurt had only seen on Blaine's face after one of their kisses, said boy simply answered, looing down : "My sister … actually, my twin sister, Beatrice".
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I know, I know, leaving you hanging on a cliffhanger like that is just plain mean, but hey, gotta make sure you're coming back for more ;)
I just love making Starkids references ...
Please let me know if I made mistakes, if this chapter is too long, if the idea behind it is just plain dumb and I should keep it to myself, …
Or, let's be positive, if everything was perfect and if you just can't wait for the next chapters, let me know that too !