A/N So glad everyone is enjoying this story! I found out this week that I am anemic, which is why I've been so tired and been in more of a reading mood than writing. I've started taking medication for it, and hopefully will be back up to speed after the holidays.
The song in this chapter is called My Song for You by Bridget Mendler and Shayne Harper. I hope they don't mind I kind of hint that Blaine wrote it. I did edit it slightly.
Reviews are always welcome!
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Gold(en Warbler)
Blaine Anderson was confused, and not just by the odd conversation with the unusually tall teen. People often told Blaine that he was oblivious, had even joked that if this was the world of Harry Potter, they'd believe someone had cast the confundus charm on him. Even Blaine had to admit sometimes that he was clueless.
But it had seemed pretty obvious to him that Kurt had wanted to kiss him a few minutes ago. And that was what had him so confused now. Because for the briefest of seconds, he had wanted to kiss the pale boy, too.
He'd been thinking of the auburn haired boy a lot over the last couple of weeks. When Mandy, his duet partner from Crawford Country Day, had called and told him she wouldn't be able to rehearse with him tonight, Blaine had eagerly jumped at the excuse to ask Kurt to sing with him. And he hadn't lied when he had said the countertenor was much better than the girl would be. He'd sung with Mandy a few times at Kings Island. She was talented, but had the depth of a lamp post and the personality of a shadow.
Kurt had been fun and flirty during the song. But had it been real, or had Blaine just read too much into it? The song was meant to be playful. Kurt could just have been playing it up. The boy had been traumatized at his old school to the point he had had to flee to Dalton. He couldn't possibly be interested in Blaine romantically. He needed a friend, and Blaine wanted to be that for him. He really did care for the older boy, and wanted him to be happy.
Maybe he should get the other boy a Christmas present, to show how much he appreciated him as a friend. What could he get the boy that would say 'thank you for being my friend,' but wouldn't make him think Blaine was creeping on him, and wasn't bound to bore the boy's unique personality? As he began to run through the possibilities in his head, he understood Finn's dilemma.
Certainly, Blaine had more sense of fashion than Finn Hudson, but he wasn't on the same level as Kurt. He could possibly pull off picking an adequate outfit for the auburn haired boy, but that just seemed so pedestrian. He could probably find a nice accessory, along the lines of the infamous hippo head brooch, but where would one even shop for something like that?
Maybe Nick and Jeff could help him figure out a gift for the newest Warbler.
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He found the two boys in the dining hall the next morning at breakfast, and explained his dilemma to them.
"So," Wes said, having eavesdropped on the conversation, "You want to get Kurt a Christmas gift that let's him know he's special to you but not in an 'I'm to dumb to admit to myself that I have feelings for you,' kind of way?"
Blaine rolled his eyes at the lead Warbler. "He's not interested in me that way, Wes. We're just friends. He needs someone who understands what he's been through."
"Uh huh," chorused Nick, Jeff, Wes, David, Thad and Trent, showing that all the Warblers present had been listening in.
Blaine huffed in desperation. "Are you guys going to help me or not?"
"Chill out, Blaine," David admonished him. "We'll help you think of something, but right now your glasz eyed beau is on his way over. You might want to shelve this conversation until later."
Despite David's warning, Blaine was surprised when the cause of his confusion sat down beside him. "Morning all! Sorry I'm late, I over slept. What were you all talking about?"
"Christmas gifts," Nick said, grinning. "A friend of mine is trying to figure out what to get this new friend of his that he's secretly got a crush on, but he doesn't believe me when I tell him the other boy is crushing on him too."
Blaine was glaring daggers at the other Warbler, who just laughed at him behind Kurt's back. The pale boy didn't notice the tension in his friend, but looked thoughtful for a moment.
"So, does your friend want to let the boy know he has a crush, or is he playing the 'friends' card?" the newest Warbler asked.
Jeff smirked. "He says he wants to show the boy that he appreciates their friendship, without going all creeper on him."
Kurt smiled. "Well, if I was the guy, I'd make something for him. Is your friend into crafts?"
"Not really," Blaine answered truthfully. He'd once attempted to make a bird feeder at summer camp, and had ended up in the ER after smashing his thumb with the hammer.
"Oh, too bad. Can he draw, or paint?"
"Nope."
"What about baking?"
"He burns water..." Wes, David, Thad, Trent, Nick, and Jeff all said in unison.
Blaine had a considering look on his face. He had just thought of the perfect gift idea. "I've gotta go, I just remembered I have...something to do."
If Kurt noticed the knowing looks the other Warblers were giving the curly haired boy, he didn't mention it as he began eating his breakfast.
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Blaine rushed back to his room and grabbed up his notebook, rushing to put down on paper his thoughts before he lost them, forgetting that he was supposed to be in class in thirty minutes.
Didn't know what to get you
Ordinary just wouldn't do
But I just found the perfect gift
For you
Now I got it already
But it's not wrapped in red or green
Come and sit down beside me here
Under neath the Christmas tree
We got mistletoe
And firelight
On this cold December night
The snow outside
Will set the mood
As I sing my song for you
I hear church bells ringing
Carolers are singing
Harmony with me now
Even if the lights go out
We got mistletoe
And firelight
On this cold December night
The snow outside
Will set the mood
As I sing my song for you
I only hope you see what I see
See yeah!
Everything is meant to
Show you how much you mean to me
We got mistletoe
And firelight
On this cold December night
The snow outside
Will set the mood
As I sing my song
We got mistletoe
And firelight
On this cold December night
The snow outside
Will set the mood
As I sing my song
Sing my song
Sing my song for you
When he finished, he went back and reread it, and was somewhat shocked by the words. It was beautiful, and expressed exactly what he felt, but he couldn't say it to Kurt. The older boy didn't like him like that. He needed a friend and a mentor.
Maybe he could still sing the song for Kurt, but make it seem like it was just something he was messing around with, and that it didn't really mean anything.
Sighing, he hid the notebook in his bottom drawer. He'd just have to think of something else to give his best friend.
