Authors Note:
HEY THERE! I'm Jaime, but I most commonly go by moskobitch- it's just a nickname that stuck.
Welcome to my wonderfully excellent fanfiction entitled The Closet Doors, though that is subject to change.
Thanks for reading, and enjoy!
Oh and wait p.s... Please review! I want to major or minor in some form of creative writing in college so here's a tad bit of a start I guess. Any thoughts or critism is great =] and you can give me some possible titles for this fic or individual chapter and what you might want to see next!
"Kurt!"
It was only 6:58 yet Finn still screamed at him to come downstairs so they had time to stop for bagels and coffee on the way to school. Didn't Finn know that the moisturizing routine wouldn't work properly if it was washed off after only 3 minutes rather then the allotted 4? Sometimes straight boys were just so ignorant.
"Fine, just calm yourself! You should know perfectly well that I'll march down those stairs at 7:00 on the dot, not a second earlier or later!"
And Kurt did just that. His iHome blasted Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream" as a reminder to get his ass downstairs for his first day back at McKinley after almost 6 full months of being away.
"Finally!" Finn exclaimed in a sleepy haze. "I've been standing here with the car keys in my hand for almost 20 minutes now and you woke up a full hour before me! What takes to goddamn long in the mornings? Do you like, jack off or something?"Kurt's face immediately turned bright red, and he subconsciously thought how he would have to put on some powder ASAP. "Oh, um, don't answer that." was all Finn could mutter after seeing Kurt's sheepish reaction.
"Let's just leave already!"Kurt quickly grabbed the keys right out of Finn's hand and jumped into the front seat of the SUV. He attempted to calm himself down as Finn walked up to the car, but Finn was persistent on pointing fun at his new little brother-in-law. Kurt couldn't stand the embarrassment anymore, and stepped on the gas pedal. Being only 16 as of March of that year, his permit had still yet to come in the mail. But between the adrenalin rush of leaving Finn with a shocked look in their driveway and his first time behind the wheel without a passenger, he didn't even think about the possibility of a cop flaring his sirens and pulling him over.
"Blaine. Meet me at the Lima Bean now. I just drove all the way here from my house and I think that my heart is beating more than twice its normal rate. Love you. Bye."
Kurt hastily hung up and prayed to God that Blaine was awake enough to understand what he said and loved him enough to through on some form of clothing and meet him here all within the next 20 minutes, because there was no way Kurt was missing homeroom on his first day back.
He turned the keys in the ignition all the way to the left, then pulled them out. He simply sat in his car for a total of about 30 seconds, though it felt like hours on end. Just as he gained the strength to open the car door and grab his first cup of steaming hot caffeine for the day, his door swung open right on cue, being directed by none other then Blaine himself.
"Wha-?" Blaine quickly shut him up with a chaste peck to the lips, considering neither of them had spare jeans in the back for what something more could lead to.
"I got your call while driving to grab Starbucks, so I figured I'd swing by hear instead."
This one sentence explanation did not help Kurt's confusion at all, because it still didn't answer why Blaine was up at this hour when his private school doesn't start until 9am (as Kurt knew well), or why Blaine was dressed in an extremely sexy stripped V-Neck with black skinny jeans, quite different then Dalton's strict dress code. "I can that you're eyeing me" Kurt turned red for the second time that day, and it wasn't even 7:30.
"It's okay, I know I look great in V-Necks and skinny jeans. But that's besides the point. You aren't allowed to ask any questions about why I am widely awake at this strange hour or why I am wearing what I am wear. Deal?" Kurt couldn't do anything but nod in simple agreement. "Great. Now let's get some coffee."
Kurt could've sworn his day up until 8am was purely a dream.
Between then and 5:30, he got dressed, taken a shower, thought about Blaine, did his skin care regime, thought about Blaine again, left Finn stranded in the driveway, drove a car, called Blaine, hyperventilated in said car, saw Blaine, had coffee with Blaine, then arrived at McKinley high school... though sadly, without Blaine.
Kurt was trying his best not to think about the fact that this was his first day being away from Blaine for a while and focused on his transfer instead, and how others would react. He didn't keep in much contact with people over at McKinley other then the members of New Directions, and even then it was really only Mercedes and Rachel (and of course Finn, involuntarily.) He figured his best bet would be to do something quite uncharacteristic for the Kurt Hummel that once attended their public school in Ohio, and lay low for his return in fear of who could be awaiting him behind closed doors.
Although it pained him to think this way, it would be terrible for his health and well-being to draw attention to himself and let Karofsky know that he's back- for now.
Meanwhile, Blaine had other plans. He had spoken to his mother about transferring to the local public school for a few months now, but the plans were all forced to the back of their brains when the spy from the other glee club came to "visit" the Warblers that warm fall day. Blaine had gotten to know this boy well, very well to say the least, and once the boy made his transfer to Dalton, there was no need for Blaine to leave, because all his troubles there seemed to go away once he had someone to take his mind of of his mentally insane ex from many moons ago, Logan.
Blaine didn't think that his new boy toy would effect those around him, but it did. His close knit group of friends saw the life in his eyes that was absent before, and even Logan seemed to be less hostile (though that might've only been because there was another gay boy on campus, but who knows?). Things could only be brighter for a short time though, because soon enough the boys parents said enough is enough with Dalton's demanding payment plan and the boy left their prestigious academy for the public school that he once attended. The public that Blaine would attend as well, starting today.
Luckily for Blaine, he managed to arrange a deal with the non-Principal (although she seemed to take on the role) of McKinley and got Kurt's schedule altered so the only class that he and Blaine would be together in would be Glee Club, which is traditionally the last period of the day. From Kurt's stories, Coach Sylvester seemed like the highest bitch of them all, but she did pull some strings for Blaine, claiming she'd do anything for her porcelain doll. Whatever that means. Blaine arrived at the school just as the homeroom bell was ringing, which worked perfectly so that Kurt didn't have a chance to catch him meandering in the halls and searching for classroom 131. He could only hope that the other 8 passing periods provided no sight of each other (though it did pain him to know that he was in to the same building as his boyfriend but couldn't see him).
"This is ridiculous! I'm gone for a part of the year- not even the entire year- and they fuss around with my schedule!" This is all Kurt thought about as he trudged from one side of the school to the other, fuming over the realization that he no longer has gym class with Mercedes and Rachel, and had no idea who could be inside that locker room that very moment. He gulped slightly at the instant flashback his mind played on repeat for him, being slammed into the lockers and foreign lips jammed against his own. he tried shaking the thought away, but it was no use. once it was in there it stuck, and all he could hope for was that Karofsky did'nt have 3rd period gym as well.
