Title: Nights Upon My Pillowcase, Eyes Wide Open.
Summary: An innocent leaving behind of a notebook gets Kurt more than he bargained for.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, we all know that.
A/N: I GOT MY FIRST TATTOO TODAY AND I COULDN'T BE HAPPIER! IT'S ALSO A KLAINE RELATED TATTOO!
The song 'Somewhere Only We Know' has FOREVER been my favourite song and it always appears where I don't expect it. I knew I HAD to get it tattooed on me somehow when it was on the Winnie The Pooh movie advert (I adore Winnie The Pooh so much) and you have no idea how much I freaked out when Blaine started singing it to Kurt - I squealed and almost fell off my chair! Click .com/ there to see it - I am seriously in love with it right now :) If you scroll down you'll also see my Glee drawing of a Dalton tie wrapped around the logo which I'm quite proud of :)
A/N 2: Question for you all which has probably been asked before - WHERE IS JEFF IN TEENAGE DREAM! He's my favourite Warbler and he's not even there ... *cries*
Blaine flopped back on his bed, sighing with frustration. He'd been sat in his room for at least 3 hours writing up an essay due the next day. He wasn't usually so lax with his work schedule, but with Regional's just around the corner the Warblers had been busy with extra rehearsals wherever they could be squeezed in.
So Blaine found himself on his bed, 10 past 7 in the evening, failing to find any motivation or energy to write his essay. He'd perked up briefly when Kurt came to help him an hour or so earlier. Bringing his own notebook full of his work, Kurt sat on Blaine's desk chair, feet up on Blaine's bed, book resting on his slightly bent legs, offering helpful suggestions and ways to phrase sentences better after Blaine dictated his latest idea and Blaine did the same for Kurt when needed. At around half past 6, Kurt yawned dramatically, arching off the chair and stretching his arms. Blaine glanced up, admiring the way the black Dalton cardigan stretched across Kurt's chest, framing his body. Kurt finished yawning and caught Blaine's eye. He quirked an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Uh- nothing." Blaine flushed, racking his brains for something else to say instead of sitting there, his mouth agape. He eventually landed on, "Tired?" Kurt smiled and nodded.
"Noticed that, huh?"
Blaine's eyes flicked up to the clock on his wall quickly, then back to rest on Kurt's. "It's only half past 6. You're getting old," he smiled. Kurt flipped his notebook shut and stood up, yawning again.
"Well, I suppose this old man better get back to his own room and finish his own essay before retiring to an early night." Blaine's smile grew wider, laughing quietly at Kurt. "Want to keep this for extra help?" Kurt lifted his notebook up, nodding towards it.
"You don't need it?"
"Everything else I need is in my other one."
"Okay then. Thank you," Blaine said as Kurt threw it down on his bed to mix in with the other books and pieces of paper strewn about around him. Heading towards the door, he stopped and turned before opening it.
"See you tomorrow then? Warblers practice, 8am?"
Blaine rolled his eyes, having forgotten about their early rehearsal. He rubbed his eyes and groaned. Kurt's insides fluttered at hearing that noise, much to his annoyance. No, Kurt. Not now. Ignore how cute he looks, his hair mussed, no tie, top two buttons undone and that noise was so-. Kurt blinked and shook his head, realising Blaine had replied.
"Yeah, see you there. If I haven't died of boredom where I sit."
Kurt smiled affectionately, turning to leave.
"What? No, goodnight?" Kurt didn't have to turn back to know Blaine was pouting. He heard some shuffling of papers and turned to see Blaine climbing off his bed and walking towards him. "Goodnight hug?" He pouted again, knowing it was the way to bring Kurt round to an idea. Kurt gave a resigned sigh and Blaine grinned, knowing he'd won. He wound his arms around Kurt's neck, feeling arms snake around his waist. He could feel Kurt's breath hot on his neck as Kurt nuzzled into him. Blaine took the opportunity to inhale Kurt's scent and run his fingers through the back of his hair, enjoying how soft it was. It was these times when Blaine thought Kurt felt something for him. He was nestling himself into the crook of his neck, for God sake. That had to mean something didn't it? But then Blaine had to chastise himself, reminding himself that Kurt just enjoyed the comfort and the nicety of it all. Mentor, Blaine. Mentor, his brain helpfully supplied. Breathing Kurt in one last time he reluctantly pulled away, letting his fingers glide over Kurt's neck. Looking into Kurt's eyes, he desperately hid his emotion, putting on his 'mentor' mask.
Kurt removed himself from Blaine, feeling at a loss without the boy in his arms anymore. He searched Blaine's eyes quickly as they stared at each other for any sign of something that might indicate that hug was more than just a hug to him. His search came up empty. Smiling one last time, he turned and opened Blaine's door, saying a final goodnight and walking back to his own dorm.
Once the door had shut, Blaine went back to his bed and buried his face in a pillow. "Nice one, Anderson," he said to himself after a minute or two. "You offer a 'goodnight hug' and then hold onto him for dear life, like a lovesick puppy." He mumbled to himself, rubbing his temples. "Then he stares at you like you've just killed his pet dog. Way to scare him away." Deciding that thinking about Kurt was far too stressful and distracting, Blaine picked up his pen and tried to continue with his essay.
40 minutes of staring blankly at his page and tapping his pen got him nowhere except 10 past 7. So leaning back against his pillows, he picked up Kurt's notebook, scanning the notes for inspiration. Blaine's boredom, however, took over and he knew it couldn't do any harm to take a 5 minute break. Playing idly with the page corner in Kurt's notebook, he began to flick through it, admiring Kurt's perfectly neat, precisely spaced handwriting. Passing a few blank pages, Blaine found a page with one phrase written along the top line. Frowning, he turned the next couple of pages, each with no writing on. Going back to the one with the phrase, he read it: I wonder if you can relate to nights upon my pillowcase. Eyes wide open, middle of the night, you're the last thing on my mind. Blaine came to the conclusion it must be song lyrics of some kind, after racking his brains for other explanations and coming up dry. Passing it off as nothing more than Kurt liking the lyrics and noting it down, he continued to go through the book.
What he found next he certainly did not expect. Toward the back, there was a picture drawn in red pen that covered 90% of the white paper. A lump formed in Blaine's throat as he eyed up the thick red heart that surrounded the carefully scripted words Kurt + Blaine. Suddenly those lyrics didn't seem quite so meaningless. Dropping the notebook into the middle of his crossed legs, Blaine took a deep breath and let it out with a laugh, staring up at his ceiling. "So... maybe he does like me," he smiled. He looked down at the book again, running a finger over Kurt's name, thinking about what to do with this newly acquired information. He thought of what the boy would do if Blaine simply told him he'd found his secret doodles, and decided against that approach. Blaine knew a flushed, angry Kurt is cute, but not when the anger is directed at him. After staring at the book idly for a few more minutes, running his fingers over the letters, Blaine set out a plan of action in his head and grinned to himself, picking up his phone to call Jeff.
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