A/N: So I was thinking long and hard because I wanted to write something, but I just didn't know WHAT. I have a whole list of prompts on my iPod, but I didn't want to write any of those. I wanted to write what you are about to read below. Good Luck!
(Blaine's POV)
I had moved to Lima about a week into summer vacation. I left everything I loved behind; my school, my friends, my lead position in the school's show choir; everything. But I also left behind everything I hated; the slurs, the harassment, the punches, the bruises. Now, I was approaching the second week of summer and I had no friends, no life, no anything. Well, I had something I guess; my guitar. And the boy next door.
I was sitting at my desk writing a letter to my friends back home; window open, breeze flowing; It was almost peaceful. Other than the wind, and the sounds my scribbling made, the space around me was quiet. I was distracted from my letter when I sensed movement in front of me. Looking out the window, I saw the boy that lived next door opening his window. I watched the boy look out the window; at me. The boy blushed and waved shyly. I was completely surprised by this; not even noticing I was staring.I took a moment to wave back, with a slight smile on my face. The boy walked away from the window, leaving me to my thoughts.
I sat at my desk, hunched over, staring at the window the boy was standing at once more. He was beautiful. His skin looked flawless, his hair perfect; even his blush was adorable. I caught myself smiling lazily at the abandoned window. I had never felt this way before; I felt like I was floating on air. I kept replaying the quick little gesture in my head, remembering what the face of this mysterious boy looked like. I quickly got up from my desk to reach for my guitar, feeling elated.
I improvised for hours on my guitar, creating little riffs and little songs, singing whatever lyrics I could make up on the spot along with the chord changes. All the lyrics were pertaining to the only thing I had on my mind all day; the boy next door. I decided it was time to get ready for bed, when I heard a noise. It was a beautiful noise; coming from next door. I sat back on my bed, listening to what vaguely sounded like…. Call Me Maybe?
Hey I Just Met You
And This is Crazy
But Here's My Number
So Call Me Maybe
It's Hard To Look Right
At You Baby
But Here's My Number
So Call Me Maybe
I ran over to my desk and sat down in the little wooden seat. I looked out of his window to see the boy I'd been pondering all day, dancing around and lip syncing. I giggled, watching the boy's mesmerizing dance moves and funny lip sync.
Hey I Just Met You
And This Is Crazy
But Here's My Number
So Call Me Maybe
And All The Other Boys
Try To Chase Me
But Here's My Num..
The boy had stopped dead in front of the window, staring right back at me. I could see his rose blush taking over his face; his eyes wide open. I shot a huge grin at the boy and gave him a thumbs up before the boy smiled and giggled. He sat down at his desk, looking to me through his window. He put his finger up; One Minute he mouthed. I smiled and nodded as the boy got up from his window. He reappeared in the window once more. He was looking down at his desk… writing something. He held a piece a paper up, one simple word written in dark black sharpie; hey.
I smiled, grabbing a piece of notebook paper and a sharpie, I wrote my own message
I Just Met You (:
The boy rolled his eyes and scribbled on another sheet of paper
And This Is Crazy it read. The boy was giggling holding the sign up
But Here's My Number: 746-3289…. So Call Me Maybe?
The boy squinted to read the sign, but managed and laughed. He nodded, grabbing his phone. My phone buzzed on the desk; I glanced at the number on my phone and smiled.
And All The Other Boys, Try To Chase Me, But Here's My Number, So Call Me Maybe?- Kurt
Kurt. The boy's name was Kurt. I smiled, quickly texting back
Blaine. My Name is Blaine
I looked up from my phone to see Kurt looking back at me, until his phone buzzed and he smiled. He looked up from his phone, before setting it down and scribbling on another piece of paper.
Goodnight Blaine. It read. I smiled, waving to him goodnight as he shut his window and closed his curtains. I smiled happily before walking back to my bed to fall asleep; dreaming of Kurt.
My eyes fluttered open the next morning; reacting negatively to the sun beam shining through my new bedroom window. I stretched before reaching to grab my iPhone. I had one new text message… from Kurt.
Hi Blaine. Would you like to get coffee with me today? I know a place. – Kurt
I smiled at the text; my heart racing, my stomach fluttering.
I would love to. – Blaine
I sent the text, lying in bed and holding the phone to my heart, waiting for it to buzz with Kurt's reply.
Awesome. Pick you up in an hour. – Kurt
I smiled, rolling over to my clock to see it was 9 AM. I quickly rolled out of bed to get to my closet, picking out a black polo and light denim skinny jeans. I gelled my crazy hair and walked over to my desk. I looked out the window to see Kurt standing in his yard, looking up at my window. He smiled and waved, and I smiled, running out of my room to finally talk with this Kurt.
"Hi." He said, blushing
"Hi. I'm Blaine." I said, holding out my hand
"Kurt." He said, almost breathlessly. He gestured for me to walk over to his white Navigator; he was climbing into the driver seat
"Wow, you have a really nice car." I said, impressed with Kurt's taste
"Thanks. She's my baby." He said shamelessly smiling
He turned the radio on for background noise as he pulled the car out of his driveway. I pulled out my pink sunglasses, thinking nothing of it.
"You have pink sunglasses?" He said querying me
"Yup. They're kind of my thing; at my old school people could always tell it was me from a distance with my pink sunglasses on." I explained
Kurt nodded "Well I like them. Where did you move from, if you don't mind me asking."
"Oh, no not at all. I came from Westerville which is about 3 hours away from here. I lived there my whole life until just recently when I moved here to Lima." I said
"I've heard of Westerville before; I think I might've been there once or twice." Kurt said, pulling to a parking lot of a coffee shop; The Lima Bean. I laughed at the name.
"The Lima Bean? Wow, that's pretty corny." I said still giggling. Kurt laughed; it was one of the most beautiful noises I had ever heard.
"Yeah, the name's corny, but the coffee's good." He said smiling. We both got out of the car and entered the coffee shop. I took my wallet out but Kurt playfully slapped my wrist.
"Nope, New Kid, you're not paying. I've got it this time." He said with a wink, handing the barista twenty dollars. I thanked him as we walked over to a table for two in the back of the café.
"So Blaine, tell me about yourself." He said to me, taking a sip of his coffee
"Well, I'm Blaine, as you know. I'm 17; I'll be turning 18 in August. I'll be entering senior year this year at some public school named McKinley. Before I moved here from Westerville, I went to a private boarding school named Dalton Academy. I was their show choirs lead singer; it was there I realized that I loved music and performing." I summed up.
"Show Choir… Dalton…. Huh. I remember that place. The Warbler's right?" He asked. I looked at Kurt, noticing for the first time how beautiful his eyes were. They were a very interesting shade of blue-green.
"Blaine?" He asked, furrowing his eye brow
"Oh yeah, uh, the Warblers."
"Oh my God! I remember you guys! You guys sang Raise Your Glass at your regionals right?"
"Y-Yeah! How would you know that?" I asked
"Oh, well I'm in New Directions. We competed against you guys. You were their lead singer? You were fantastic!" He said to me, beaming in excitement.
"You guys did original songs, I remember!" I said in excitement "You guys totally kicked our asses."
"Hey, it was a close knit competition; you guys were amazing." Kurt said, taking another sip of his coffee.
"Anyways, enough about me. I want to know about YOU." I said with a smile. Kurt blushed; one of the things I decided was my favorite about him.
"Well, I'm Kurt, also 17; I'll be 18 in December. I'm also going into my senior year at McKinley; you know, New Directions? I also like performing and music, and I'm into fashion too. I guess to clear up all questions now, I am gay, so if I creep you out, I'll let you know it advance." He said, almost coldly.
"Kurt, I'm definitely not creeped out. I'm gay too. That's why I went to Dalton; I got bullied out of my old school." I said. I looked at Kurt's face; he looked like a deer in the headlights.
"Kurt?" I said confused. I looked into his eyes; his now watery eyes.
"Blaine, you can't go to McKinley. They'll bully you right out of there too." He said, letting a tear fall and wiping away quickly; hoping I wouldn't notice. But I did.
"Kurt what's wrong?" I asked. My heart sank for the beautiful boy
"There's this guy at my school… and he's made it his job to make me miserable. I get shoved in lockers, dumped with slushies, thrown in dumpsters, and not a day goes by without at least one slur being throw my way. But this guy.. he's even worse. He… he k-kissed me. And threatened to k-kill if I told anyone." He whispered at the end "That was my first kiss. He took it away from me."
I grabbed his hand and moved it to the middle of the table, lacing my fingers in with his.
"Kurt, I know what you're going through. I really do. I promise you, this year, it's going to be different. You'll have me this year. You're not going to be alone." I said, trying to comfort him. I took my free hand and wiped away his fallen tears. He smiled at me.
"Thank you. I've never told anyone before." He whispered
"Your secret's safe with me." I whispered back, smiling.
Kurt had pulled into my driveway and put the car in park, looking over at me and smiling.
"This was nice." He said. It made my heart flutter.
"Yeah, it was really nice. I kind of don't want it to end." I said, blushing
"Me neither." He replied, almost sadly
"Well, are you doing anything right now?" I asked
"Nope."
"Well, let me give you a tour of the house." I said, smiling. He turned to me, bright once more
"Okay!"
We both got out of the car and I led the way to the front door. I used my new house key to open in; seeing that my parent's had gone out on to work and locked the door. I shut the door behind Kurt.
"Welcome to my home." I said with a smile. I caught him looking around
"This is beautiful" He said "The interior design is actually nice; I really like how the light wood floor brings out the color of red in the walls."
I smiled at him, and showed him to our new kitchen. I laughed when his jaw dropped
"This. Kitchen. Is. HUGE. Our kitchen is so small, it's a pain in the ASS trying to cook in here. And look at the granite counter tops! Wow, this is amazing." He said, almost breathless.
"Well, you can come over and cook any time you want; nobody in the family is really good at it." He said shrugging.
"Don't think I won't take advantage of that!" He said, smiling. I laughed
"Please do." I mumbled
"What did you say?" Kurt asked smiling
"Nothing." I said almost too quickly. Kurt gave me a suspicious look and then gave up on it.
"Oh! I want to show you my room!" I said excitedly, hoping Kurt would forget what he almost caught on to. I grabbed his hand and ran him upstairs and opened my bedroom door.
"Wow, this is really nice." He said. I noticed particularly that he checked out the desk; the one we met over.
"Wait, it gets better." I said. I walked over to the side door and opened it, leading to another room.
"This is my private music room" I said, walking over and sitting on the piano bench
"You have a baby grand? Brad would be jealous." He said laughing
"Who's Brad?" I internally panicked; I hope it wasn't his boyfriend or something
"He's the piano player for New Directions; he just kind of lurks around and when we need him he's there. It's kind of creepy actually." Kurt said laughing
I really liked Kurt's laugh. In fact… I really liked everything about Kurt. I liked his smile, his hair, his blush, his voice, his clothes I…. I liked Kurt. I fell flat on my face… for Kurt.
"You have A LOT of guitars." He said, walking over to inspect them
"Yeah, guitar's kind of my thing." I said with a nervous giggle
"Will you play for me?" He asked, looking at me curiously
My heart was thumping so hard I thought that it would be possible for Kurt to hear it
"I mean, you don't have to, I was just curi"
"No, no, I'll play." I said, interrupting him. I grabbed my favorite acoustic and gestured for him to follow me back into my bed room. We sat on my bed indian style, facing each other.
I feel like a loser
I feel like I'm lost
I feel like I'm not so sure if I feel anything at all
But believe me, I'm not helpless I just
Need someone to love
So my situation's rough
But that just makes me a dumb human
Like you
I looked to Kurt, who was smiling. My heart was thumping crazily; my stomach filled with butterflies. I felt more confident and at home for the next verse.
I feel like a shortstop
Along third base
I may just help you but I still don't like your face
But believe me, I'm not hostile I just
Want to hear you laugh
When I'm sarcastic like that
But that just makes me a dumb human
Like you
Kurt was swaying along to the music, smiling in that way that drove me crazy. He was driving me CRAZY. I just wanted to stop and tell him how I felt.
Why
Do I have this incredible need to stand up
And say "Please, pay attention?"
It's the last thing that I need
To make myself seen
Well, that ain't my intention
No
We both giggled after the last word in the verse. I smiled widely back at Kurt
I feel like an artist
Who's lost his touch
He likes himself in his art, but not his art too much
But believe me, I've got something
I just don't know how to say
That I'm just fine with the way
With the way that I'm moving
But that just makes me a dumb human
That just makes me
That makes me a human like
You
"We are SO going to nationals this year." He said, clapping profusely in a manner that made me blush
"What?" I said, shocked
"Please tell me you're going New Directions; you have to. Blaine, you are so talented; you'd be one of the best ones in there. You are fantastic!" He said, smiling excitedly
"Ahh, I don't know." I said, unsure.
"Is it because of the Warblers?" he asked
"Yeah, I think it is. I love those guys." I said, smiling.
"Well, I understand. But you should really think about it Blaine; we'd make a great team." He said.
We'd make a great team. Yeah, I think we would. But not just as duet partners.
"Well, the tour is officially over." I said sadly… until a bright idea popped up in my head
"Do you wanna watch a movie or something?" I asked, praying he'd say yes. Kurt's face brightened up
"Sure! Let me just run my car back over to my house and then I'll be right back to watch." He said
"I'll make some popcorn and get the movie ready while we wait. Any preferences?" I asked
I watched him think before he looked back at me
"Surprise me." He said, before spinning out of the room.
My heart went weak; I couldn't stand up from the bed. I sat there, a silly smile on my face, my emotions roaring. I liked Kurt Hummel, there was no doubt.
Post A/N: So I was going to make this a one-shot, but I want to take this further. I'll probably add 1 or 2 more chapters if I get a good response. If not, I'll just leave a deadly cliff hanger and the people who may have enjoyed this can create what could've been the ending in their imagination. (: Hope you enjoyed!