He swung the bag off of his shoulder nonchalantly, thinking he looked kind of relaxed-cool to anybody who would have the pleasure of seeing him. That was, until he fumbled around the front pocket of his bag and found … nothing. His keys weren't there. He cursed himself. He must've forgotten them this morning. Why did he have to grab a lift from Finn anyways? He could've just accepted being a little late, and then he would have definitely remembered his keys. And his hair would have looked better. A faint sound of a car reached his ears through the loud music from his iPhone. He turned his head and saw … Oh dear God, why do you hate me so? He thought, as he turned his gaze at the sky, as if to glare furiously at God himself. Blaine. Of course, of all the people who could've caught him in this embarrassing situation, it had to be Blaine freaking Anderson.
"Kurt? What are you doing out here?" Blaine asked, as he swung his legs out of the car. And what fine legs, it was. Kurt cleared his throat. It was so not the time!
"I could ask you the same," he said, trying to gain more time to think of an excellent excuse to why he stood out here. In the freaking rain.
"I came to pick you up for our coffee-date. You said your car was broken. Right?" The older teen said hesitantly.
"Oh. Right." Smooth, Hummel, real smooth. He would have face-palmed himself, if Blaine hadn't been standing right there in front of him. In the freaking rain.
Ohmygod, he looks so hot with his curls wet like that, and oh dear mother of monsters, he doesn't have any gel in them, it makes him look so ho… Once again Kurt had to clear his throat and shake his head a bit. STILL not the time!
"So," Blaine's voice reached through his inappropriate thoughts. "What are you doing out here?"
"…Forgot my keys." Kurt mumbled, barely noticeable.
"What?" Blaine stepped up, causing Kurt to take a small step back, so they both now stood right in front of the door. Next to each other. Very close next to each other.
"I forgot my keys," he breathed and bent his head. This was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life - and he had had some pretty embarrassing stuff done to him! - and off all people on the planet, it had to be Blaine, whom he had to confess to. Who did ever forget their keys - what was he, twelve?
Blaine had an inner battle not to laugh. It was so utterly cute. The way Kurt turned his face away, blushing slightly. But he could clearly tell that the younger boy was deeply ashamed, so he struggled to keep the chuckle down his throat.
"Um, well. Then why didn't you borrow Finn's?" Blaine already knew enough about Kurt's stepbrother, to know that he wouldn't have just let Kurt walk home from school without a key.
"He drove me home, since well, my car's broken. But I only just realized, that I'd forgotten them," it came shyly from Kurt. The two boys stood in silence for a few moments, before Blaine finally broke it.
"Maybe one of your windows is open, and you can get in that way? Your keys are inside, right?" He suggested.
Kurt immediately brightened. "Oh, you're right! Finn never closes his window!" Which Kurt normally would have scolded him for - but today he could kiss his stepbrother for being so clumsy; if it wouldn't freak him out. Being kissed by his stepbrother would probably not make Finn happy. Caught in his thoughts Kurt walked around the house with Blaine right behind him and stopped in front of Finn's window. He looked up.
"Oh," Blaine said.
"Shit," Kurt finished. In his eagerness, he had totally overlooked the fact that his dear brother lived on the freaking first floor. Just my luck. Could this day get any worse? Kurt put his fingers up to massage his temples. He glanced at Blaine, who looked just as frustrated. He had to get into that house; he would not let Blaine come here in vain. But before he could even try to figure out a plan, Blaine sat down on his knees.
"Blaine! What are you doing, your jeans will get all dirty?" But Blaine just smiled at him.
"Get on my shoulders; I'll lift you up." Kurt's eyes grew big. Blaine wanted him to crawl up his shoulders and pull himself inside the window? "Come on, Kurt."
Kurt gulped. This would so not end peacefully. He placed his hand on Blaine's shoulder. "Maybe.. Maybe I should be the bottom?" Kurt choked at his own words. He did not just say that. Couldn't he have phrased it any other way?
Blaine looked a little taken back too, but he quickly put a smile on his face. Kurt didn't mean it like that, he told himself, as he shook his head. "No offense Kurt, but you would break if I stood on your shoulders." At this Kurt sighed. Blaine was right. He was being ridiculous; so he straddled Blaine's shoulders careful not to put too much pressure on his neck.
"Ready?" Blaine asked, though he didn't wait for an answer. He put one hand at Kurt's knee and braced himself against the wall with the other, before he - with shaking legs - stood up. Oh, he thought to himself, he doesn't even weight that much. He heard a little whimper leave Kurt's mouth. What an adorable sound.
"I'm so sorry Blaine, I know I'm heavy," Kurt said biting his lower lip. Blaine laughed softly at his sad tone. "It's okay, you aren't actually." Just this one sentence made Kurt's heart skip a beat. And the next sentence made it race. "Now you just have to stand up and pull yourself in," Blaine explained, as he put one hand under each of Kurt's feet.
"I have to stand? Can't I just…" But he already knew he had to get up. He braced his hands on the wall and slowly placed his left foot on Blaine's shoulder. "Just throw me of, if it's too much!" He said, as he placed the other foot correctly. Blaine chuckled, and Kurt squeaked at the movement. "Don't laugh, don't laugh! I'll fall!" This made Blaine laugh even more. "Bl-Blaine!" Kurt slammed into the wall, face first.
"Ohmygod, Kurt! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" All he received as an answer was a stomp on his shoulder, making him lose balance. "Ow! I said I was sorry!"
"Well, not sorry enough." The diva look was visible even in his voice. "If I have even a tiny little scratch on my face, you'll pay for my coffee." Blaine was about to nod and say yes, when Kurt continued. "For the next ten coffee-dates."
"Whaaat? That's so unfair!" Blaine pouted. Kurt mumbled a not audible answer and reached up to the window. He could barely reach the frame. "Blaine, I'll have to stand on tiptoe to get to the window, so…" Before he had the chance to finish, Blaine grabbed one foot in each of his hands and lifted - yes, he lifted - Kurt up.
"WOAH! Blaine, what're you…" Kurt exclaimed in shock.
"Please grab something quick, I'm not superman, ya'know," Blaine said through gritted teeth. Kurt reached up to the window and threw an arm inside, grabbing the frame. He then pushed the window open more and got the other arm inside. Kurt pulled of all strength and soon he had his torso halfway through the opening; legs hanging in thin air. Ohmygod, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm… He placed his feet on the wall and pushed with all his might, while he pulled with his arms. "Gonna die," he breathed as he finally rested his back against the window frame.
"What?" Blaine asked from the ground.
"No-nothing!" Kurt yelled back. "I'll go open the door," he said and jumped down into Finn's room. Oh. Urg. What's that smell? Kurt wrinkled his nose and quickly stepped forward; only to fall flat on his stomach. Oh, ew, ew, ew! He pushed himself up and ran out the door. What was that? He perked inside the room and discovered that he had fallen onto one of Finn's dirty shirts. Ew, doesn't that boy ever use deodorant? Then he slammed the door shut and ran down the stairs, grabbing his keys from the table in the kitchen.
"Well, hello there stranger," Blaine said, supporting his weight with his right arm on the door frame, when Kurt unlocked the door and pulled it open. He blushed slightly at the sight of the older boy; wet hair and clothes and a small smirk creeping over those delicious lips. His eyes traced down over Blaine's body (why, oh why, did he have to wear a white tee today? Is was so tempting to reach out and let a hand run over those fine abs) and he stopped by the knees. "I'm sorry about your jeans," he said; a voice full of guilt. There was a big brown, dirty spot on each of the knees.
Blaine just shrugged. "It's okay," he said and stepped past Kurt into the house; putting Kurt's bag down. "I'll lend you a pair?" He suggested as he closed the door. That's the least I can do, he told himself, and there are no impure thoughts behind my gesture. He led Blaine down to his room and walked over to open his closet, revealing all his fabulous clothes. "Oh my god, your closet is like a runway in itself, Kurt!" Blaine giggled and sat on the well-made bed.
"I take that as a compliment," Kurt said with a smile and pulled out a pair of dark jeans. They were a bit big on him, so he took it that they would fit Blaine perfectly. "Should I get you a shirt too?" He asked and threw the jeans into Blaine's outstretched arms. "Only if you have one to spare," Blaine said. "I don't want to rob you of all your precious clothes."
Kurt snorted. As if Blaine could empty his dear closet - and if the miracle/disaster were to happen, he always had his in-case-of-emergency-closet in the hallway. "Here you go," he said as he handed Blaine a red (he'd always wanted to see Blaine in something red) shirt and sat down. Blaine gave him a quick smile, jumped out of the bed and started to undress. Undress. Right here. In front of him. Blaine. Undressing. In front. Of. Him. His eyes grew bigger, and he let them trail down the - now naked - torso of Blaine freaking Anderson. "Thank you God," he mumbled, as Blaine unbuttoned his wet pants and slid them off.
"What?" He turned around and looked questioningly at the brunette, who snapped his head up. "Nothing," he said quickly, avoiding eye contact. Blaine just shrugged and pulled the left leg of the jeans up. Kurt's eyes clouded, as the other boy's muscles contracted under the skin; trying to keep balance, while standing on one leg. Those thighs. Strong, muscular. How was it possible for legs to look like that? His eyes trailed up a tiny bit higher. Oh, for all that's holy... Kurt swallowed.
"Kurt?" Blaine had turned around and now stood looking at him. "Wh-what?" He said; voice a little too light. "You're staring," said the older boy as he raised a triangular eyebrow.
"I… uh." Now would be a great time to come up with an I'm-not-looking-at-your-delicious-ass excuse. "It's just because, um, you've got something on your back!" Ohmygod, I'm so stupid. Once again Kurt wished he could have the privacy the face palm himself.
"Really? Where?" Blaine reached one arm over his head onto his back and the other around himself. He looked like a total idiot, but he didn't want to have something disgusting on his back. Kurt raised himself from the bed and stretched out a hand to "remove the thing" from Blaine's back. He hesitated for a split second, before he let his fingertips trace over the slightly tanned skin. Blaine shuddered at the contact, and Kurt came back to his senses. He pretended to brush something of off Blaine's shoulder blade. "There you go," he said, trying to sound as normal as possible.
"Thanks," Blaine said, send him a breath-taking smile, and pulled the shirt on. Kurt just nodded as response and began walking up the stairs. "Let's go," he said; voice breaking a little. Blaine followed him, and soon they were on the way to yet another coffee-date.
