Blaine's Search
Blaine Anderson ventured down the halls of Dalton, flummoxed. He knew that Kurt Hummel was planning on staying the night at Dalton. Kurt had reminded him through text just that morning. Yet, as soon as Warbler practice had ended, Kurt had left all dignity behind and ran out of the room. Blaine had been stopped from immediately following him as the Warbler council had asked to speak to him. Now that he was free, he was doing his best to find his friend.
His first stop had been Wes Hawkins III room as that was where Kurt was staying but no one had answered, not even Wes which was no surprise since he tended to stay a couple hours in the Senior Commons after practice.
Though Kurt hadn't seemed upset, in fact the other teen had seemed excited, Blaine began to check the places Kurt was known to frequent when he was upset and wanted alone time. He started at the library's study rooms and ventured to the theater room.
With no Kurt in sight, Blaine headed to his own room, wondering if Kurt was waiting for him. He walked in to find his roommate but no Kurt. Starting to worry he asked his roommate if Kurt had stopped by but got a negative answer. Blaine took a couple minutes to change before continuing his search.
Blaine wandered back to the Warbler's practice room with still no sign of Kurt. A look at the clock on a corner wall showed that he'd been looking for almost forty-five minutes.
Confused, and more then slightly worried since while big, Dalton wasn't that big, Blaine headed for the Senior Commons in search of the Warblers' leader.
Looking around the room, he found Wes sitting at a table in the end of the room, in a back corner, by himself.
"Do you know where Kurt is?" Blaine asked.
Wes gave him a look before asking, "You lost our newest Warbler?"
"I didn't lose him Wes," Blaine protested with an eye roll, "I just can't find him."
"Because that sounds so much better." Wes responded with his own eye roll. "And to answer your question, the last time I saw him was practice. However," Wes spoke above Blaine's attempt at interrupting, "He mentioned, when he got here, that he had plans tonight and was being picked up. I would venture to guess he's outside waiting in for his ride if he hasn't been picked up yet."
"He has plans," Blaine repeated dumbly. He blinked at the older teen as he questioned, "Did he say where? Who was he going with?"
"I'm not his keeper Blaine." Wes said. "Why don't you go look outside and ask him yourself."
"Thanks," Blaine gave a short wave as he jogged out of the Senior Commons.
As predicted, Blaine found Kurt standing in the Dalton Greens to the right of the main entrance of the school
"Hey Kurt," Blaine walked up to the boy who was obviously waiting for something...or was that someone. "You look like you're going somewhere."
"Hi Blaine," Kurt greeted back. He smoothed his outfit out, "I am actually. And you're one to talk, are you actually out of uniform?"
Blaine flushed as he nodded. "Some of the Warblers were going out to the movies and I wanted to see if you wanted to go? Or maybe we could skip the group outing and go get a coffee instead?"
"I can't," Kurt declined with a small apologetic smile. "I have plans for tonight, sorry. You should go to the movies with the group though."
"I'm not really feeling like a big group outing," Blaine admitted with a shrug. Truthfully since he'd made a fool of himself by singing to his crush at The GAP he hadn't felt like leaving the sanctuary that was Dalton. However, he would never turn down spending time with the countertenor in front of him.
"That's understandable," Kurt said softly. "I would think a group outing would be better than trying to do something alone."
"I'll think about it," Blaine replied. "So, why are you standing around out here instead of heading out?"
"I'm waiting for my date to pick me up." Kurt admitted shyly, looking into the parking lot.
"Date? I - Are you going out with someone from Dalton?" Blaine's smile faltered slightly but he hid it before Kurt turned back to him. Seeing Kurt shake his head he asked, "Is it someone from McKinley?"
"Yes," Kurt said proudly. He flashed a half annoyed, half adoring look as he rushed to get out, "He's picking me up even though I told him I was perfectly capable of driving myself and meeting him so he didn't have to drive all the way out here but he refused to listen."
Blaine's eyebrow furrowed. He didn't want to sound like the jealous type, especially as he'd told Kurt that he just wanted to be friends but he also wanted to know if Kurt was going on a date - date or a "just hanging out" type date.
Before he could ask, Kurt's smile broadened and he waved his hand. A boy, only slightly taller than Kurt and in a letterman jacket walked over, giving Kurt a hug in greeting.
"You ready to go?" The boy asked.
Kurt nodded quickly. "But first," Kurt turned towards his friend. "Blaine this is Mike; Mike, Blaine."
"Nice to meet you." Blaine extended his hand.
Mike shook the offered hand, slinging an arm around Kurt's waist as he smiled, "I've heard a lot about you."
"Only good things I hope," Blaine joked, flashing a look at Kurt.
"Maybe," Kurt teased before catching a glimpse at Mike's watch. "We should go if we're gonna make our reservations in time."
"Reservations?" Mike asked, a smile on his lips as he glanced down at Kurt.
"You said I could pick dinner," Kurt replied, a small pout on his lips. "I made reservations at nice little Italian place in town."
"Then we should go before we're late," Mike agreed. He turned to Blaine. "It was nice to meet you."
Blaine gave him a small smile and wave. He turned to Kurt, "Are you coming back tonight or are you going home?"
"I'll be back," Kurt said with a small shrug. "No one's home at my house so there's no point in going back. I already talked to Wes so he knows I'll be back by curfew."
"Have fun," Blaine smiled at him as he took a step back, a silent signal that he was done talking.
"Thanks Blaine." Kurt gave him a soft smile before turning his eyes back to Mike.
The two boys left, Mike never releasing his hold of Kurt's waist and Kurt inter twining his fingers with the hand on his waist.
Blaine watched them leave, jealousy bubbling in his chest. He hated feeling it but didn't know how to stop it either. He knew there was only one person he could turn to for help since he couldn't go to Kurt. He turned and headed back to the dorms.
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Wes had gone back to his dorm room earlier then he normally did since no one had needed any help and most of the younger Warblers had decided to go out to the movies. During the times that Kurt had stayed over he had never bothered the older teen and Wes had actually come to enjoy the other teen's presence when he stayed over.
Wes had decided to take advantage of the alone time Kurt's date afforded him since he had a major History exam Monday morning.
At least he was until there was a pounding on his door and said door flew open before he could say 'come in'. He looked up from his desk where a disgruntled looking Blaine was standing.
"I'm not busy, come on in," Wes said dryly.
"Kurt is on a date," Blaine said by way of greeting. He shut the bedroom door and began to pace back and forth.
"I know," Wes admitted. "I figured he'd want to tell you himself. Why are you so upset Blaine?"
"I - and..." Blaine let out a low level growl of frustration and continued his pacing. He didn't know how to explain what he was thinking.
Wes decided patience was the best virtue to express and stayed silent. He simply looked back down at his notebook and continued to study, knowing that Blaine would get to his point some time though he hoped it was sooner rather than later.
Twenty minutes later and patience went out the window.
"Enough already, Blaine." Wes said, exasperated – while he was sympathetic to Blaine's feelings he needed a good grade to maintain his perfect score. "There's over a couple hours left before curfew, go find something to do."
"I can't concentrate on anything," Blaine admitted. He paused in his pacing and turned to face his friend, his eyes wide, "What if Kurt's date doesn't go well? What if it does and he wants to see the guy again?"
"Wouldn't that be a good thing?" Wes questioned, closing the book. He wasn't going to get any studying done tonight.
"Of course it would," Blaine answered, "But..."
"But what Blaine?" Wes asked, his full attention now focused fully on his friend. Wes, stood up from his desk long enough to flip his chair around so he could straddle it, letting his crossed arms rest on the back of the chair and his chin to rest on his arms.
"Nothing." Blaine muttered as he slumped onto Wes' bed. He wasn't prepared for this conversation.
"But it isn't you?" Wes spoke, his voice full of understanding. "Is that the problem Blaine?"
"No...yes...I don't know," Blaine admitted, not looking over at his older friend.
"Well, that certainly makes things clearer," Wes replied, a small smile on his face.
The smile grew when he saw Blaine glaring at him. Though combined with the sulky look, the glare just made it look like Blaine was pouting. A fact Wes very manfully didn't point out. Wes skillfully hid his smile, glad that he had experience, in the form of being both a dorm advisor and tutor, to help him in with dealing with younger students.
Realizing his older friend was using the same look he often used when dealing with a homesick freshman, Blaine fell backwards on the bed and closed his eyes. He had told himself he'd be happy for Kurt but the longer the date lasted, the harder it was to hold on to that thought. And right now he didn't want Wes' pity.
"Blaine," Wes started.
"Guh," Blaine groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. He didn't want to deal with this; not now, not ever.
"Sit up and stop acting like a child, Anderson," Wes scolded, rolling his eyes. He waited for his friend to comply - which Blaine did, albeit reluctantly- before he continued. "Is Kurt your friend?"
"Yes," Blaine answered, looking up startled.
"And do you what him to be happy?" Wes asked.
"Of course I do." Blaine replied. "Wes, what..."
"Are you in love with him?" Wes continued, ignoring whatever Blaine was going to say.
"I don't know," Blaine admitted, looking down at his hands.
"And that's ok but Blaine, a week ago you told him you wanted to be just friends," Wes said. "You had to know he was going to move on. It's only fair that Kurt find someone who can like him as much he likes them."
"But what if I do like him?" Blaine asked, truly perplexed by what he was feeling.
"And what if you're jealous that his attention is focused on someone else for a change?" Wes asked and even though his tone was gentle, Blaine's face still fell. He continued quickly. "I'm not saying you are Blaine. Right now your feelings are jumbled and that's understandable. I don't blame you for that. But you can't ask Kurt to not date simply because you may or may not have feelings for him."
"I know that," Blaine snapped, sighing as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Sorry Wes. I just...I know I can't ask him to wait while I decide but I don't know what I can do."
"Sure you do," Wes disagreed. "Be his friend. The same way he's been yours since the whole Gap fiasco."
Blaine blushed slightly, "Never gonna live that one down am I?"
"Not in this life time." Wes answered with a grin, causing the mood to lighten. The older teen looked at his watch before standing from his chair and stretching, "As Kurt said he'd be back by 11 and its now 10:55, I'm going to find David and see if we can't go find something to snack on. Normally I'd say you can wait here to see how his date went or you can go back to your room. It's your choice and despite what it feels like, there's no right or wrong decision. However, I think you should go back to your room and sleep on it. Think about if you can truly handle being his friend especially if he starts seeing someone else."
With that the head of the Warbler Council left his dorm room, leaving his younger friend staring after him.
Thinking about Kurt being on a date with another boy Blaine had to bite back tears. He wouldn't do this; he wouldn't be that boy. Kurt had confessed his feelings and Blaine had turned him down. It was only right that Kurt find someone who was willing to be what he wanted.
Wes was right, he needed to sleep first. He knew he'd be friends with Kurt no matter what but right now, he needed some space to come to terms with that fact that he was too late. Now he could only do what he knew Kurt would do in this situation...smile and be happy for his friend.
