I'll Grow To Know:
Chapter Two.
Operation I've-Got-To-Get-Over-That-Douchebag-Blaine had finallly come to order.
At least for the first hours before and during his sleep.
There was a knock on Kurt's door Valentine's Day morning.
He opened it and swiveled his head only to see a pajama-clad Blaine strutting back to his own dorm.
He frowned as he looked down. A Hallmark card and a steaming hot cup of what seemed to be his self-indulgent coffee drink. He took a sip to check. A full-fat venti hazelnut latté with all the works, just like he loved it.
A bright pink Post-It was stuck to the side, a candy heart "Be Mine" taped to it.
Happy Valentine's Day, Kurt :) And yes, of course I remembered this was your favorite. - Blaine
Kurt smiled warmly but then caught onto it. No, no, no.
This wasn't, wasn't part of the plan!
He was just falling deeper in love with Blaine Anderson than he already was or had managed to get out of.
Dammit.
He pocketed the small "Be Mine" and walked over to the side of his desk.
He threw the Valentine's card because - Hallmark? Really?
He decided to drink from the cup halfway mainly because at a certain point, he'd realized he had to stop this little crush and pining-over Blaine.
Just look at him. He just drank a week's worth of calories because of a boy.
He flicked the cup over to his trash bin and groaned.
He had to stop this madness.
"Kurt! Hey! Over here, man!"
Kurt raises an eyebrow before he heads over to Wes, David and Blaine's table and slips easily into the only chair available.
And just his luck, it's beside Blaine Anderson, who was poking and prodding on his chicken until he felt Kurt's shoulder brush past his.
"Good morning," he grinned "Did ya like it?"
"Excuse me?"
"The coffee and the card of course," he shrugs, before sipping onto his glass of water.
"Oh." Kurt "It was nice"
Translation: It was the nicest thing any boy has done to me in my life on Valentine's Day and you snuck out to the Lima Bean just to get me coffee? You are divine! Can we please just get married in New York or Paris but honestly it doesn't really matter which as long as I get a say in the color scheme?
"Thanks," Kurt says, unable to stop his face from smiling,
That only makes Blaine smile back and fuck, goddamn it all, his smile.
"I'm glad you liked it," he says then leans in to whisper "Who knows what's in store today, huh?"
Kurt cleared his throat before he starts on his salad, only to initiate an internal battle with himself.
Crap, he's fucking fine.
That is totally irrelevant!
But - it - it - he's so -
Annoying? Sickeningly dapper? Infuriating? Choose one of the three.
He's beautiful!
That wasn't one of the choices!
"You all right there, Kurt?" David asks with a raise of an eyebrow.
"Of course," Kurt said, before forcefully stabbing a tomato, the collision of porcelain and steel making them jump "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Nothing, really" David replies, hiding a chuckle "Eat up. We'll be performing all day"
Kurt snorted, shoving the leafy bundle in his mouth and chewed animalistically.
Okay, who was the idiot who suggested we perform sappy tunes all Monday?
Kurt swallowed.
Oh yeah. Me.
He gazed at the frowns around him. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Other than the fact that you're pretty much scaring us just by eating your breakfast, no." Wes says feebly.
Kurt blinks. "I'm really not that hungry" he says quietly as he pushes his plate away.
Wes and David look at each other when Kurt rises and turns away.
Blaine's face is contorted in confusion.
"Was it something I said?" he asks.
As soon as Kurt exited his French classroom, he took a detour to his dorm and claimed he's pick up a book.
Kurt checks his watch.
Mercedes would probably be at lunch by now.
In times of danger, or boy trouble, he always found it to be a wise decision to call a girl. Specifically Mercedes. (Rachel was when he was desperate).
He whips out his iPhone and presses it against his ear. Hopefully, a conversation with his best friend was worth skipping Biology.
It took a couple of rings before Mercedes answered.
"Kurt! Hey!"
He beams out of fondness as he replies back an equally eager "Hi 'Cedes"
"How's Dalton? How are youuu? How're you and Blaine? Are you getting it on yet or do I have to kick that white boy's ass?" she chuckles a little.
"Classes are way more difficult. Just peachy. Non-existent romantically. Single as ever." he lets out a dramatic sigh as he plops down on his unmade bed.
He frowns at the navy duvet, centering himself. He hears Mercedes let out a sigh.
"So, how's the all-too exciting McKinley High treating you?" he tries to make it sound sarcastic but fails, making it sound wistful.
He can't help it. He misses his friends, he misses Mr. Schue, he misses wearing his clothes...hell, he even misses all the drama.
The Warblers weren't the same. They were too traditional, as spontaneous as a rock, and just plain boring.
And what was that other thing? Oh yeah.
He never got any solos.
And the doo-wopping?
Would it kill them to at the very least skip around every once in a while?
Good Lord.
"Like watching a soap, only worse. It's real" Mercedes says "Quinn's cheating on Sam with Finn, but being the completely oblivious and doting boyfriend, he doesn't believe a thing any of us says."
"Finn?" Kurt almost cried "I'm going to smack some sense into that boy. He's being a total jerk. Especially after what happened last year"
Mercedes lets out a soft "mhm," before saying "How about you, boo? Tension free in Two-Step City?"
"Ha!" Kurt snorts "Pretty petty on your level, though"
"Damn," Mercedes breathes out "Drama is like oxygen to a diva. If you stay at Dalton any longer, who knows when you'll be crawling out breathless. We miss you so much."
If you stay at Dalton any longer...we miss you so much, Kurt bit the inside of his cheek and replayed his best friend's words over and over. He did think Dalton was peaceful. And he did enjoy the fact that he wasn't getting slushied or pushed into lockers.
But he was, metaphorically. He was caged and he missed going home every day to Carole's cooking, Burt's warm eyes, Finn's goof (who, as soon as he got home, would get a good smack on the face) and not just every weekend. He missed going to Glee Club to witness break ups, make ups, and screaming fits. He lived like a real teenager there and got to be himself, unlike at Dalton, where he was forced to fit into the mould of the prim and proper gentleman. His stomach tightened.
"Baby? You there?"
Mercedes' comforting voice loosened the feeling, before he even felt the back of his eyes burning.
"Yeah, I have to go to class" he supplied hurriedly "Bye, 'Cedes"
"Bye, Kurt. I miss you"
Kurt sighs out as he manages a small "I miss you too"
They hang up leaving Kurt to a mind full of thoughts and an empty feeling in his heart.
Second chapter, whoo! Sorry this took a week for me to upload. Definitely not writer's block, trust me. I have the next several chapters planned out. Thank you for the alerts/favorites/reviews, guys! You're all amazing :)
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