Hey guys! I'm working on a longer fic right now (which for me means maybe even 5000 words!) but in the meantime here's something I found in my old fics and never published. There's more to it but it needs serious revision, so if you're interested in seeing it review and I'll continue it if there's interest. Again, it's oldish, so if you notice any glaring errors in here let me know please!
Disclaimer: Glee is not mine. Gonna Get Over You is not mine, either. It belongs to Sara Bareilles, who is great.
Blaine Anderson, the king of dapper, the guy who was supposed to be unshakable and eternally wise, was nervous. Really nervous. And yes, the irony of all those courage texts was really hitting him now, thank you, no need to point that out.
The thing was, he was in love with Kurt. He was in love with Kurt. He had been ever since that beautiful heartbreaking moment during Blackbird when everything clicked and oh, there you are.
He'd almost done it, just a few days ago; he'd seen Kurt alone and almost gone in and told him, but Kurt was decorating Pavarotti's coffin, and how creepy would that be? And after that—first Wes had to talk to Blaine about Kurt's "potential lack of stage presence" and then Nick and Jeff had hijacked Kurt for some prank they were pulling with a pot of fondue, and really there hadn't been a chance from then until now. Another Warbler meeting.
Here we go.
Wes banged his gavel to open the proceedings, and Blaine was already mentally preparing for the rampant debate about to open over shasay-side-step versus heel click-sidestep-twist when Wes interrupted his thoughts.
"We're going to open with an unscheduled performance by Warbler Kurt and a few members of New Directions." Nick cleared his throat pointedly. "Oh, and also Nick and Jeff."
Blaine was astonished; he was even more astonished when Kurt, Brittany, Tina, and Mercedes walked in in matching white t-shirts and leather jackets.
Kurt stepped forward and cleared his throat. "This is becoming a little bit of a tradition, sorry. Thanks for the help with this, everyone. I've been having an… emotional conflict lately, and I usually work through it with music."
Nick and Jeff started some peppy a cappella background music; all the performers started snapping. And then Kurt stared to sing.
Goodbye
Should be sayin' that to you by now, shouldn't I?
Layin' down the law that I live by,
Well maybe next time
I've got a thick tongue,
Brimming with the words that go unsung
Simmer then I burn for someone,
The wrong one
And I tell myself to let the story end,
My heart will rest in someone else's hand
My 'why not me?' philosophy began,
And I said
Kurt started dancing with Brittany, popping his hips in a way that Blaine found a little too attractive.
Ooh, how'm I gonna get over you?
I'll be alright, just not tonight
Someday, oh I wish you'd want me to stay
I'll be alright, just not tonight,
Someday
Maybe
Is a vicious little word that can slay me
Keep me where I'm hurting and make me,
Hang from your hands
Kurt was staring at Blaine as he danced, Blaine suddenly noticed, and Kurt gave him a half smile and mouthed listen. And so Blaine did. He listened.
Well, no more,
I won't beg to buy a shot at your back door
If I'm aching at the thought of you, what for?
That's not me anymore
And so now Blaine was really listening to the lyrics, and goodbye and the wrong one and no more and maybe and worst of all, worst of all was gonna get over you because of course he would, what was wrong with Blaine, of course he would and he was and he has.
And I'm not the guy that I intend to be,
But I dare you darling, just you wait and see
And this time not for you but just for me,
I say
Ooh, how'm I gonna get over you?
I'll be alright, just not tonight
Someday, oh I wish you'd want me to stay
I'll be alright, just not tonight,
Someday
Kurt had progressed past a half-smile to a full-on grin, to flirtatiously twirling Tina, to having Mercedes dance up to him to mock-shove her away.
Say it's coming soon,
Someday without you,
All I can do
Is get me past the ghost of you,
Kurt looked at Blaine very pointedly, very, very pointedly, and Blaine was alreadytrying to listen and trying to smile and trying not to scream because what the hell. What. The. Hell. Was. Wrong. With. Him.
Wave goodbye to me,
I won't say I'm sorry,
I'll be alright
once I find the other side of someday
At this point Blaine was pretty sure that keeping a neutral face was going to kill him, but he had to because this was Kurt and Kurt was everything he'd ever wanted but didn't know he could have.
Ooh, how'm I gonna get over you?
I'll be alright, just not tonight
Someday, oh I wish you'd want me to stay
I'll be alright, just not tonight,
But someday…
Kurt had finished and Blaine applauded like everyone else because really, Kurt was a great singer, and it was Sara Bareilles and you usually can't go wrong with Sara Bareilles, except, of course, when your crush uses her to tell you he's no longer interested. Kurt was triumphant, smiling proud and strong in his independence from wanting Blaine, from needing Blaine.
Blaine, coming back to himself, suddenly realized Wes and David were sending him frantic looks, he presumed about his plans; because yes, Blaine recalled, he'd snapped after the third time David kidnapped Kurt to help with date outfits and actually told his friends what he was trying to do. He shook his head at them, and they shook their heads back, and he actually strangled the air a little because duh, shaking my head means keep going with the meeting, how dumb are you?
After much eye-rolling and head-nodding and mouthing of continue, Wes finally banged his gavel for order—fortunately the delay had gone unnoticed by Kurt, who was busy thanking Nick, Jeff, and the girls for their help, mainly through the medium of enthusiastic hugs.
Blaine put it out of his mind, refusing to let himself seem less than normal; years of repressing his fears before a performance let him numb himself now. It was enough to sing and dance and he even managed a halfhearted table-jump.
This was what Kurt needed now and everything for Blaine was what Kurt needed, and if Kurt needed a mentor then Blaine gave him a mentor; if Kurt needed a best friend, then Blaine gave him a best friend. Kurt had needed Blaine to love him back and Blaine had finally gotten to the point where he realized he did love Kurt back, but now that wasn't what Kurt needed anymore, and Blaine was too in love with Kurt—he'd realized too late that he'd always been too in love with Kurt—not to give Kurt whatever would make Kurt happy. And that was obviously not crushing-Blaine, and that was probably good because crushing-Blaine was an idiot for not even considering that maybe Kurt wouldn't want Blaine back anymore.
