Title: MUHHHUMPH is not really much of an answer.
Tag: Blaine is trying to have a serious conversation. Kurt is trying not to cum. PART 2
Rating: M
I forgot to announce that I don't own glee. :/ so here it is - I don't own glee.
"I want you to be my boyfriend."
This could possibly be the second scariest thing Blaine had ever done in his life. But something had to be done. He couldn't stop thinking about Kurt and his eagerness while performing and the smile that could break through all Blaine's carefully cultivated masks.
"MUHHHUMPH," Kurt seemed to be fighting the urge to say something else.
"Kurt, did you hear me? I-" Well this certainly wasn't going as planned. Blaine thought that Kurt wanted this too. He thought that there had been sparks flying heavily over the past little while.
"I have to go to the bathroom. Excuse me" Kurt's voice shook as he dashed to his bathroom.
Blaine was aghast. He had read the word but never truly felt it to this moment, and could do without ever feeling this way again. Kurt didn't want him. Kurt had run away from him. The utter dejecting that swamped Blaine was heart stopping.
Oh God. Kurt must hate him right now. Blaine had to leave. The only thing he could think to do to make this whole situation less awkward for everybody was to disappear.
Blaine walked quickly down the hall way towards his room, trying to keep his poker face on. Fists clenched at his sides, his pace even, his eyes locked straight ahead.
This was a shame, really, because he didn't see Wes rolling out of his room on his wheelie desk chair.
"So, how'd it go?" Wes sounded like a gossipy preteen girl.
"I'm not talking to you right now Wes." How Blaine could speak with his teeth remaining so tightly clenched was a mystery to all the Warblers at Dalton.
"Ouuuh...kay then."Wes took the hint and rolled back into his room before Blaine had the satisfaction of slamming the door to his own room shut for emphasis.
Finding safety in his bed, Blaine curled up on his side, in a tight ball around his pillow. A single lonely tear made its way across the bridge of his nose and down his cheek before dissolving into the fabric of the pillowcase.
The door creaked open. Why hadn't he locked it?
"Wes. I told you I don't want to talk." The anger in his voice was made more convincing by the rough quality all that the sobbing had given it.
"I'm sorry. I could come back... I just thought..." It wasn't Wes's voice, as Blaine expected, but Kurt's. "Blaine? Are you crying?"The disbelief in Kurt's voice spoke eloquently how inhuman he must think Blaine. Of course Blaine cries. Blaine cries over Kurt pathetically on his bed, apparently.
Blaine's insides gave a lurch as he heard the boy move closer and felt the mattress give way slightly under the weight of a warm body.
Blaine coughed uncomfortably. "I see you got my note." He gestured to the scrap of paper Kurt was clutching in his right hand, sat up and wiping at his eyes subtly.
"Oh, Blaine..."Kurt tried again, but had less luck then the first time forming a coherent sentence.
"Alright. It was stupid of me to ask to be friends, it is ok. I get it. I asked too much of you." Blaine took charge of the situation, falling into the role comfortably. A spark of hope had wiggled its way into the very bottom of all the hopelessness that was inside Blaine. Kurt came to see him. That has to be a start at rebuilding their friendship, right?
"How could you know that? You didn't give me a chance to answer!" The soft indignant response made the hope burn brighter even as Blaine tried to repress it.
"I thought your answer was quite clear."Blaine carefully shaped the words; the wrong reaction would shatter this fragile thing that was starting to make him feel not so frightened anymore.
Kurt raised one eye brow. "MUHHHUMPH is not really much of an answer."
"I meant you having to run out of the room shaking as you went." Blaine looked down at his shoes. "You couldn't even just tell me. I was that repulsive to you?" The insecurities tumbled out without his own volition.
"NO! What? I wasn't thinking of you like that. I was thinking...oh. Ah. Well. Ahemm." Kurt broke eye contact and began a detailed investigation of the rug below them. The pink shade creeping up into his cheeks made Blaine curious and the vehement denial gave him courage.
"What were you thinking then Kurt?"
"Uhm. I can't tell you." Kurt got up and started to the door.
"Wait. Hold on. You can tell me anything. I promise I won't judge you. Were you day dreaming about David Tennant taking you away in his blue box again?" He caught Kurt's hand and held on for dear life.
"No. I wasn't day dreaming about David Tennant. I was day dreaming about you." It came out in such a rush that Blaine didn't register what Kurt had said for a good few seconds. Kurt himself looked stunned at the admission.
"Day dreaming about me, how?" Blaine's voice deepened and he pulled Kurt closer by an inch.
Kurt's face darkened and Blaine's heart leapt.
"I went to the store togetavibrator. And I brought it home and wastestingitout and thinking of you when you walked in." Of all the things that Blaine could have imagined Kurt thinking about him that particular one was something he could have imagined. In his wildest wet dreams, even though these days Kurt played a leading role in all those dreams. "Why did I say that?" Kurt's eyes were almost perfectly rounded in shock and his hands came up to cover his mouth in a gesture that was far too late to be an affective censor. Blaine watch in dismay as the boy's body folded in on itself.
"It's ok, you know that, right? I think about those sorts of things too." Blaine just wasn't as brave to admit having them to his crush. Blaine peeled Kurt's hands back and waited.
"I'm so embarrassed," was all he got.
Putting his hands on either side of Kurt, Blaine braced the slumped shoulders of the other boy, in an attempt to make them straight once more.
"Don't be embarrassed Kurt! Never be ashamed for anything you are." Like hot for me. A giddy voice continued in the back of Blaine's mind. He edited that part out, since it wasn't nearly as supportive sounding.
He pulled Kurt towards him and finding no resistance placed his hand on the small of Kurt's back.
"Do you want to be my boyfriend, Kurt?" Blaine breathed into his ear.
"MUHHHUMPH," was all Kurt could vocalize. Kurt threw his arms around Blaine, closing the distance between them.
"I'll take that as a yes." Kurt hugged him even tighter.
"If you had just done that the first time things would have gone a lot smoother, ya know." Kurt smiled into Blaine's shoulder.
"Or, if you had just said yes the first time, ya know" A voice came from a rolling chair parked inside the doorway, startling the two lovebirds apart.
"WESLEY!" Blaine yelled as he ran to slam the door in his face.
Wes wheeled out of the room dramatically so as not to get caught by the door, but not before he got out a "Buttercup?" in response.
"Cheeky, prying idiot." Blaine muttered to himself. But he couldn't help but smile as he caught sight of the boy collapsed on his bed in a silent fit of giggles.
Scratch that. Not just any boy, his boyfriend.
A/N: Reviewers! You guys are so good to me! It turned the pressure up to 11! (That goes for all the alerts too, especially the author alerts). I really wanted to make this one even better. It is not as funny or as awkward but I like it because it is sweet. And so is Blaine.
I kept thinking I should pack it in for the night but then there would be another encouraging review. And now it is 5:30am it is done! and I should sleep!
Things I didn't put in; 1 avpm quote, 2 avps quotes, 1 wicked quote and 1 supernatural quote. (I did put in a different reference, or two. I couldn't help myself.) It's a disease I swear! (If I heard myself right now I'd say that my over dramatics is a disease as well as my need to make side comments in parentheses. Luckily I'm only talking in my head.) You're welcome!
WHY IS KURT SO INARTICULATE?
If you do decide to review again (or for the first time) I would like to hear your thoughts on the characterization/ style/flow. WHO AM I KIDDING I WILL GET EXCITED FOR JUST ABOUT ANYTHING.