One day is all it takes for them to miss each other. But true love will always pull them together. Loosely based on the book One Day but with huge plot changes.
Kind of A/U, Kurt and Blaine both went to Dalton but were never good friends. From this chapter on is A/U but with Glee characters.
I don't own Glee, One Day or anything, really. Only the words are mine.
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3rd July 2011
In the tip of a hat, the roll of paper and the cheer of students, it was over.
Dalton Academy was over for Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson.
And they still had yet to meet.
The group wandered the streets of Westerville, rowdy, drunk and singing loudly. Kurt was vaguely impressed how, even when they were pissed out of their brains, they could still pull off an eight part harmony. Blaine led the group, as he always had done. Kurt had long since settled for admiring the frontman from the side lines. His unrequited feelings for the soloist still thudded deep inside his chest, but he pointedly ignored them. University was looming and they would never see each other again.
Blaine would never have to know that Kurt was hopelessly in love with him. That was the way things had to be.
There were only six Warblers left – Kurt, Blaine, Wes, David, Nick and Jeff. Kurt walked alongside Nick, trying to steer clear of Jeff. The two of them had dated for a while in Kurt's first year and after a night of passion far too early into the relationship for Kurt's liking, the soprano had ended it. Jeff hadn't taken it well.
Blaine turned from his spot at the front of the group to look at the boys. "Here's to the Warblers!" He yelled, raising his bottle of beer to the cheers of the group. He drained the last of the drink in one swift swallow and tossed the bottle into the trash, laughing at something non-existent.
Kurt just shook his head, smiling slightly, and carried on. He hadn't drunk too much and was still relatively sober. The rest of them, on the other hand, were slowly coming undone. Blaine, for example. Kurt couldn't remember ever seeing him this relaxed. It was refreshing, if a little unnerving.
"G-guys, I'm sorry but I'm turning in. I'm exhausted," Wes panted, his arm slung around David's neck.
David smiled at the rest of them, nodding his head in agreement with Wes' statement. "Yeah, I'll drag this one home. You guys carry on. Have fun, I'll see you all…at some point."
"See you," came the chorus of replies and the group journeyed on. Blaine fell into step with Kurt, looking at the younger boy with a curiosity that Kurt was sure Blaine was only showing because of his levels of intoxication.
"I've never talked to you before," Blaine stated, quite obviously, "I mean, I always see you around and you look cool and stuff, but you've never talked to me. Do you not like me? I understand that. Most people think I'm an attention-hog. I'm not," he quickly defended himself, "I just…get solos, you know?"
"Actually, I don't know. I've been in the Warblers for two years and never had a solo," Kurt quipped, smiling slightly at Blaine to show that whilst the statement was true, he had said it with a light heart.
"Ah, man, that bites! Aren't you like…countertenor or something?" Blaine asked with genuine interest. Kurt nodded. "That's awesome! That would have been an amazing solo. Shame you never got there. But don't give up! I'm sure you have a great career ahead of you."
"Oh, no," Kurt replied, quickly, "I'm studying fashion at university. I'm leaving music behind. Being in the Warblers has made me realise that it's not my true calling. I mean, I love it. But when's there ever a market for a countertenor? I mean, Broadway, sure, but I doubt I'd ever get there." Kurt laughed slightly. "You may have guessed, I have confidence issues."
"Yeah, figures. Cute ones always do. That's what makes them so damn cute." Blaine said, grinning goofily.
Kurt's breath caught in his throat. He knew Blaine was gay but – he thought he was cute? Oh, shut up, he scolded himself. Blaine probably thought every third boy that walked past was cute. Nothing to get excited over.
Blaine was quick to pick up on his hesitance, even in his half-drunken state. "Not used to compliments, huh?"
"Never had anyone to give them to me," Kurt admitted, truthfully.
"Didn't you date Jeff for a while?" Blaine asked, raking a hand through his curls. Kurt did a double take, which of course Blaine noticed. "I mean, news travels fast in the Warblers."
"Of course," Kurt laughed, slightly breathless, "yeah, I did. But he wasn't really the compliments type. Unless it was to get me into bed, of course."
"Oh yeah?" Blaine asked with interest. "And did you ever go?"
Kurt blushed slightly at the blunt delivery but answered, defiantly, "Yes."
Blaine let out a low whistle. "Props, man."
"Oh, come on! You're the flirtiest of all the Warblers; you can't say you haven't done something similar!" Kurt accused, smirking. It was true. Blaine was always winking at boys and singing flirty duets, holding hands with "just friends" and taking numerous boys out on dates. None of them ever led anywhere, but had built Blaine up quite a reputation.
"I'm not denying it!" Blaine held up his hands in mock-surrender. "Just saying…you don't strike me as the type."
"I'm not. I ended it straight afterwards." Kurt admitted, blanching.
"Ouch! That's cold! Jeff must be really bad in bed." Blaine mused, turning a corner on the road they were on. Kurt wouldn't have noticed if he'd walked into a lamppost at that point, he was so fixated on the fact that this was Blaine and ohmygod, he was talking to him!
Kurt laughed, delicately. "I don't have much experience so I can't really judge." A silence lapsed between them and Kurt finally took in his surroundings. They had turned off from the main road and were on a side street. Nick and Jeff were nowhere to be seen, but Kurt couldn't bring himself to care in that moment.
Because the way that Blaine was looking at him left him completely speechless.
The older boy stalked towards Kurt, stopping only when their faces were merely inches apart. Kurt could feel Blaine's breath ghost across his cheeks and ohmygod, was this really happening? How had he managed to pull the boy of his dreams when he was wearing polyester, for Gods' sakes! Years of wonderful clothes and all he actually had to do was put on a polyester gown and flirt a bit? What was the world coming to?
Kurt didn't realise he was backed into a corner until he felt the wall against the back of his graduation gown. He swallowed and looked Blaine in the eyes teasingly, daring him to close the distance between their lips.
He did immediately.
Their lips met and fireworks exploded behind Kurt's eyelids as they fell shut. The younger boy wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, pulling him closer as he felt Blaine's arms curl around his waist. They kissed passionately for a few moments before they pulled apart, panting. Kurt felt his toes curl in his boots, silently thanking whatever God had sent luck his way finally.
This time Kurt initiated the kiss, desperate to feel the fire again. Blaine's body pressed against his completely and oh god, if this was a dream Kurt prayed he would never wake up. Blaine moaned against his mouth and Kurt felt his knees weaken.
The younger boy whined slightly when Blaine pulled his lips away but this noise was soon cut off as he felt lips on his neck, sucking and biting and ohmygod…
"Back to yours?" Blaine whispered against his skin and Kurt didn't think twice.
"Ohgodyes," he moaned, momentarily losing all dignity and latching his hand in Blaine's. He pulled them out of the side street and onto the deserted main road. They ran along the sidewalk, laughing wildly at the sheer spontaneity of the situation. For a second, Blaine stopped, using the hand that was in Kurt's to pull the younger boy round and reattach their lips, kissing him fiercely. Smiling into the kiss, Kurt soon broke it and continued sprinting down the street.
Kurt thanked his lucky stars that he only lived a few blocks down and soon they were at the door to his apartment – brought for him by his father when the car trip between Lima and Westerville became too much to do daily. Kurt shuddered at the thought of his father discovering what he was using it for at this particular moment.
Pushing that thought far from his mind, Kurt tried to shove the key into the lock with trembling hands, fumbling slightly. Blaine was pressing hot kisses against the back of his neck and momentarily Kurt wavered, considering turning back to Blaine and kissing him again. But then he remembered what he could get if he could only get this damn door open and decided that was a much better deal.
Eventually it swung open and they tumbled inside, Kurt leading them straight to the bedroom. Kurt was normally all about romance but he knew a hook-up was all Blaine wanted right now and like hell was he going to turn him down. This was all he'd ever wanted and he was so close.
Blaine pressed Kurt against the bedroom door once they were inside and kissed him heatedly, fumbling with this clothes haphazardly. "Hold on," Kurt breathed in his ear, "I just need to go do something first."
He tore himself away from Blaine and stumbled into his en-suite bathroom. Though the apartment was far from luxurious, it had everything he needed. The truth was, he needed a minute to compose himself and tell himself that this was actually happening and it would be in his best interests to enjoy every fucking minute with Blaine because this was all he would ever have.
Kurt looked at his reflection in the mirror. He needed to pull himself together. He needed to go out there and give Blaine the best night of his life. One he wouldn't forget in a hurry. Kurt only had one shot at this and he was going to give it everything.
Do it, do it, do it!
Kurt swallowed his nerves and insecurities and shoved the door open again, stepping out into the bedroom. His eyes scanned the room for Blaine…and saw him passed out in bed, fast asleep.
Bloody typical.
Kurt sighed dramatically, stripping down to his boxers instantly and crawling into bed beside Blaine. Immediately, Blaine responded to the contact, wrapping his arms around Kurt's middle and pulling their bodies together, which was useful, considering Kurt's bed was only a single. Blaine mumbled something in his sleep and rested his head on his companions shoulder.
"Kurt?" He muttered, still half-asleep.
"Yeah, Blaine?" Kurt murmured in reply.
"Let's be friends. Too many fuck buddies. Want you to be different. Special." Blaine told him, words slurring slightly.
"Okay," Kurt replied, laughing slightly, "I can do friends." Whether that statement was entirely true or not, Kurt had yet to figure out. But he had time, he reasoned. And being friends with Blaine was better than nothing.
Oh yeah, Kurt thought, looking down at Blaine's sleeping form bathed in the half light. I can totally do friends…
Now, how the hell do I fall out of love with him?
To be continued.
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