Leave Your Lover
~ Chapter One: Blue Meets Hazel ~
Disclaimer: Glee isn't mine. Which is sad. For me.
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"Is this seat taken?" He asks. And he's gorgeous. Absolutely, mind-numbingly, inconceivably gorgeous. Like an angel. Blaine Anderberry feels only a bit dizzy.
"No," Blaine looks up at the man. Smiles. Moves over on the bench to make enough room for him and says warmly, "Here. You can sit, if you'd like."
He does. And Blaine really, truly cannot help himself. His gaze flicks back to him, every few seconds... he's captivated. This guy – god, he's beautiful. And sometimes he sees Blaine looking at him. And Blaine wants to go dig a hole and hide in it forever. Except then he doesn't anymore, because every time, this man smiles. At him. Yeah. That's – that's nice. Really nice.
"I'm Kurt."
"Kurt," He echoes, voice quiet. Very quiet. And his heart flutters. A grin lights up his face. "My name's Blaine."
They shake hands. Smile at each other. Blaine holds onto Kurt's fingers for longer than necessary, just a little tiny bit – because his skin is so soft and warm and such a stunning porcelain.
They're in Central Park. Blaine has a suitcase resting next to him. Kurt doesn't. A light flurry of snow falls all around New York City. It's January 12th. A Monday. 6 AM. There's people – not as much as there usually is, seeing as it's Central Park. But there's people. Blaine pays attention to none of them.
Just Kurt.
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A few minutes later, and Kurt's still sitting next to him. It's not the awkward kind of silence, where he's struggling for words, for something to talk about. At least, not for Blaine. It's a kind of silence where Blaine has this silly grin on his face and he looks at his feet and wonders what in the world he did to get someone so ridiculously stunning to sit next to him.
Whatever it was – he's happy he did it. Very happy. Really, really happy.
"So, Kurt."
"Yes, Blaine?" Kurt's teasing him – not in a mean way. In a cute way. In a very very very very cute way that puts Blaine in actual danger of melting right there in Central Park.
"Are you waiting for anyone?"
"My girlfriend." Kurt grimaces – the twinkle in his eyes go dim, the traces of his smile disappear.
Blaine tries. He really does, and tells himself, over and over and over and over: don't be disappointed. So he smiles. It doesn't reach his eyes, and he more than likely looks pathetic. But. He tries.
"Well," He murmurs, realizing how stupid he was – Kurt's far too beautiful to be single. "Your girlfriend's a very lucky lady. Very lucky."
Kurt doesn't say anything.
"I'm waiting for my sister," he says, trying to change the subject, "She won't be here for a few hours. But I've always loved Central Park, so..." He trails off, gaze falling onto the gorgeous guy in front of him, "Let me ask you something, Kurt."
"Shoot."
"Your girlfriend. Does she - does she tell you that you're absolutely, mind-numbingly, inconceivably gorgeous?"
A smile. A real one. And his eyes shine again, bright and gleaming and blue and wonderful. He looks at Blaine. Nothing but Blaine. "No," he says, "She doesn't."
"Kurt?"
"Yeah?"
"She really, really should."
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A few minutes after that, and Kurt goes. He says he'll be back, and he gives Blaine a smile, and touches his shoulder and leaves Blaine trying to remember how to breathe. But when he gets up, and Blaine watches him walk away – it's painful. His heart hurts. And then Blaine remembers that he has a girlfriend. He's taken. Off limits. That's when the hurt turns into an ache, and not just in his chest. Everywhere.
It doesn't last long though. It's not easy to hurt when there's a someone, with the softest, most delicious looking lips that give Blaine the goddamn butterflies and these blue, shining eyes that are more beautiful than anything Blaine has ever seen.
It's impossible for Blaine to hurt when this someone has two steaming hot chocolates in his hands, and he holds one out to Blaine with a smile. And this smile is sweeter than honey and sugar and syrup and all the air is sucked out of Blaine's lungs and –
"I thought you looked cold," Kurt whispers, sitting. Closer than before. Then, very slowly, he reaches out, and his hand is on top of Blaine's, and he gives it the tiniest squeeze.
"I'm not anymore," Blaine says quietly. He looks at him, and blue meets hazel and there's a warmth in his chest and a gentle smile gracing his lips, "Thank you, Kurt."
"You're very welcome, Blaine," Kurt murmurs. And he moves over. Again. So the two of them are just a bit closer.
It's a good day. A really good day.
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A few minutes later, they're drinking their hot chocolates. Quiet. There's people around them, of course – Blaine still sees none of them.
"I like the snow."
Kurt nods, "Me, too, Blaine."
They're both looking up at the sky, at the snowflakes falling ever so gently on the floor of white around them.
Blaine sighs. Plays with his fingers. Looks at Kurt. Then at anything but Kurt. Back at Kurt again. Then at anything but Kurt. And he looks at Kurt again.
"If you didn't have a girlfriend," he murmurs, "If you didn't have a girlfriend, and hypothetically, of course –"
"Of course," Kurt smiles.
And, god, it's the most stunning – Blaine clears his throat and tries to focus. "If you didn't have a girlfriend, and I were to tell you that you were beautiful..."
"Blaine." Kurt's eyes are shut. He's smiling, gently breathing in and out. "You - you think I'm beautiful?" His blue eyes make Blaine's skin tingle.
"Of course I do," he whispers, like it's so simple. Obvious. Like there isn't a doubt in his mind. And there isn't.
Kurt doesn't answer his question. And to be fair, Blaine didn't finish asking. But Kurt's cheeks are pink and rosy. He's desperately trying to hide a smile. He's failing. He keeps rubbing at the back of his neck, shaking his head in disbelief.
And that tells Blaine everything he wants to know.
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Fifty-seven minutes.
In fifty-seven minutes, Blaine learns that Kurt can make him laugh, just like that, without even trying. He learns that sometimes Kurt will laugh with him, and sometimes Kurt will just look – he'll bite his lip at first, eyes shining with adoration, and then very, very slowly, he breaks out into a smile that makes all the lights in New York City seem so dull and dark.
In fifty-seven minutes, Blaine learns that Kurt's favorite salad dressing is zesty Italian. And he would watch Friends every second of every day, if he could. And he's addicted to strawberries and chocolate. And he has two orange kittens named Fred and George and they sleep cuddled on his chest seven nights a week. And he goes to NYU, and Blaine just transferred to NYU, so Blaine smiles so widely it hurts. He learns that he could listen to Kurt – watch how his eyes dance, study how his lips move, listen to his lovely voice. All day long.
In fifty-seven minutes, they talk about their hopes and dreams and they tease each other and – it's never been this easy. Blaine's a nice person. He's not hard to talk to. He can make a conversation. Keep it going. But with Kurt – it's effortless. He can't explain it.
He's just crazy. Kurt's just beautiful.
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"Blaine?"
"Mm?" Blaine smiles at him. Just because he can.
"What's your favorite color?"
"Blue." Blaine's staring intently, right into Kurt's eyes. He sees Kurt's breath hitch, and there's a pretty blush heating his skin. "You look cute when you blush." A pause. "If you weren't taken I'd hold your hand."
Kurt's quiet.
For six seconds, he interlaces their fingers. His eyes twinkle with a joy and a happiness and Blaine's heart soars.
After those six seconds are up, Blaine looks at Kurt.
And the beautiful, beautiful boy looks as though he might cry. Blaine's heart hurts.
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"Kurt."
"Blaine."
"I wanna ask you a question. Can I?"
"Of course."
"Your girlfriend. Does she ever tell you that you're beautiful?"
"... She doesn't."
"Oh."
That's what he says. He wants to tell Kurt that whoever he's with should call him beautiful. How he deserves better. How Kurt should be told how stunning he is at least eight times a day. How the thought of that not happening makes him so very angry.
But instead – oh.
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Blaine turns and looks at him. "Kurt?"
"Yeah?"
Blaine speaks with a determined certainty, his voice low. He licks his lips. "You're beautiful." A long pause. "I wanted to tell you that. Okay? Because you are. You really are, Kurt. I know I'm being – ridiculous. Stupid. Absurd. Very creepy – "
"Blaine."
Blaine winces. "Really bold. And forward. You probably think I'm some sort of sexual predator or – "
"Blaine."
Blaine sighs. "Just – pathetic, honestly."
"Blaine. Would you stop it? You are wonderful. Wonderful."
Blaine's happy.
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A few more minutes pass.
"I – I have to go," Blaine tells him, "I'm – NYU. I'll see you at NYU. Right?"
"Yeah," Kurt says, nodding, "You will. Of course."
"Good."
Blaine kisses his cheek. Long and gentle and tender and so sweet – Kurt tangles all of their ten fingers together, and holds them and squeezes them and Kurt's skin is against his and all of it is so good, his toes curl in his shoes.
Blaine can feel his smile, god...
He leaves.
He knows – he is completely and utterly certain he'll see Kurt again. He's not exactly sure how or why he's so sure. But he is.
And he wonders if Kurt's watching him go.
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Blaine does meet his sister, eventually. Well. Step-sister. She's talking – she's always talking, but today's one of those days where her mouth has actually lost the ability to shut, even for a tiny second.
He doesn't want to move in with her. They'd never gotten along, not really. He's polite, of course – does everything he can to please her and gets nothing in return.
He was at the University of Massachusetts. But Rachel thought New York would be better for him. Their dads thought New York would be better for him. And now – here he is. Moving in with Rachel. And her 'cupcake'.
"Rachel, I'm – I'm nervous," he tells her, carrying his suitcase as they walk down the busy sidewalk, "What if your boyfriend completely hates me?"
"Blaine, he's the sweetest," she tells him, "He'll love you, you're my baby brother."
"But – "
"Kurt! Hi! My brother's here to meet you, cupcake."
Rachel runs over. Leaps into his arms. Squeezes him tight.
Kurt.
Blue meets hazel. Oh. His heart drops all the way down into the unknown depths of his stomach.
Blaine had called him beautiful and gorgeous and he made him laugh and looked at him with inevitable heart eyes and made a complete fool of himself, oh god. He was hers. Kurt. He was Rachel's. Rachel had Kurt.
His heart doesn't hurt. Everything aches. Everything. Jesus, he's gonna be sick...
He begs Kurt with his eyes – don't tell her. Don't tell her about today. Don't tell her how I feel about you, or how my fingers still tingle from holding your hands, or how your eyes are more beautiful than anything I've ever seen.
"Oh," Kurt says, and he looks at Blaine, just like he did, and Blaine feels his breath hitch and his cheeks flush and his heart skips a beat. He curses himself eternally. Kurt continues, "Uhm, I – wow. It's so nice to meet you. I'm Kurt."
A deep breath, he holds out his hand. "And I'm Blaine."
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A/N
Did anyone like it? Let me know. I'm very self-conscious. I want to dig a hole. And hide in it. Forever.
Title taken from a beautiful song written by the even more beautiful Sam Smith. Heart eyes.
I'm tired. And hungry. And I'm very sorry if this made anybody cringe.
Would anybody like a chapter two?
Thank you for reading. Even if it made you cringe. Still. Thank you :)