So thanks to everybody that has read the first Chapter! Here is Chapter 2 for you and I'm quite proud of it! Enjoy!
ohh yeah, Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters. Nor do I own any of the songs or their lyrics in this chapter.
Chapter 2 - Passing Notes
Later that evening, Kurt was busy painting tiger-print onto Mercedes newly manicured nails (courtesy of himself) when he heard Rachel mutter to Tina behind him.
"Who's Blaine?"
Oh. Hell. No. He whipped his head around, discarding the acrylic he had been using on Mercedes nails to see Rachel attempting to discreetly paw her way through his phone. Needless to say, Kurt freaked. In his instant and somewhat rage-hazy opinion, words were not needed. Words couldn't describe to Rachel how he was feeling in that moment. So he did the only thing that seemed logical at that point in time, which he would later look back on as being one of his most undignified, self-induced moments of all time, and lunged right at the girl and immediately tried to wrench the cell phone from her grip.
Mercedes and Tina were sitting together on the end of Kurt's bed in his basement room finding the fact that both he and Rachel were rolling on the floor attempting to each gain control of a single cellphone whilst obscenities were thrown left, right and center, perhaps the most hilarious thing they had seen to date. And they had seen a lot of funny things since they had been friends, including Coach Sylvester's attempt to remake the music video for Olivia Newton John's "Let's Get Physical". At the time they had found this both amusing and slightly nauseating. But the next day had practically crashed Mercedes car in laughing fits when the song came on the radio. The instance that was happening right in front of their very faces, however, took the cake. Or the tots. Depending on your preference. As Kurt yelled something about the Shire and Rachel having hairy feet they relapsed into uncontrollable laughter. Kurt was funny, yeah, but was a hell of a lot funnier when he was angry at someone.
After five or so minutes of the epic battle that continued to be waged on the floor, in which several dirty tactics had been pulled out including elbows in sensitive places from both party's, Rachel relinquished his phone and scrambled behind the other two on the bed for protection.
"Is my nose bleeding?" she asked the girls. Instead of replying they just began laughing all over again having initially calmed themselves down.
"Oh-My-God," Mercedes gasped between laughs, "that was, hands down - the funniest thing..."
"...I've ever seen," finished Tina. They looked at each other, faces streaming and collapsed into fresh peals of laughter.
Kurt gave them his best evil glares, making a mental note that next time one of them held a sleepover he would be rationing the sugar, then glared at Rachel who had a sorry look on her face and was simultaneously nursing her nose and her side. He vaguely remembered pummeling her side with a throw cushion repeatedly aiming for the same spot. Probably not the best weapon choice, he mused. Thinking back over the last few minutes he had to admit that it was a little funny. He allowed himself a little chuckle.
"It was like watching Smeagol go after Frodo for the one ring," Mercedes said as Tina cackled once more.
"Excuse me?" Kurt asked, raising his voice over their laughter. "Could you have picked a more insulting fictitious character for me? Or one with worse skin?" He gave them a diva look and heard Rachel mutter something about thinking being Frodo was worse but he let it slide.
"Well if he had a moisturising routine like yours he may look as good as you," giggled Tina.
Kurt narrowed his eyes and threw his previously discarded throw pillow missile at them both. They stopped laughing instantly.
"Oh, so its going to be like that then is it, white boy?" But as Mercedes lunged for a weapon of her own, the sound of the doorbell rang through the room. The girls froze, which in itself was strange because nothing deterred Mercedes from a pillow fight. Kurt frowned, wondering who on earth that could be, seeing as it was 11:45 PM.
He glanced back at the girls again. They were so quiet. Something was wrong. He knew it. Mercedes looked like a child with her hand caught in the cookie jar.
"...Mercedes?" he asked, tentatively.
She sidled over to where her bag sat next to his new cream egg chair, an impulse buy he still wasn't sure about.
"Mhmm?" she vocalised as she retrieved a few tots she had bought with her, eyes downcast.
"What did you do?" he said, slipping some danger into his voice.
However, before she could answer his question he heard his Dads voice.
"Kurt, get up here, you've got a friend at the door. Don't keep him waiting!" His father only seemed slightly miffed so it probably wasn't someone like Puck and as far as he knew Finn was in his room making out with his Xbox, as usual.
The thing that Kurt was still trying to process, however, was the him. Him?
"Him?" he asked aloud, praying that the place his mind was straying to was completely just that, his mind. There was a rather tense and awkward silence among them.
"Kurt!" came his dad's voice again.
"Coming!" he called back, never taking his eyes from Mercedes. She was, in his opinion, the guilty-until-proven-innocent party here. She looked as though she had told the entire set list for New Directions songs to Vocal Adrenaline. He began to move towards the stairs leading up to the voices coming from his sitting room.
As he climbed the stairs he was aware of only one thing and that was the girls creeping along behind him. Clearly they knew what was going on.
The only thing on his mind right now was the voices coming from the living room. As he reached the top he realised that he recognised not only his fathers voice but the other as well. No. Freaking. Way. It couldn't be. There was just no way. Besides she wouldn't, would she? She would never do something so reckless, so evil, so...so...so... His brain stopped functioning momentarily as he rounded the corner and was devastated to see that his suspicions were confirmed.
Blaine.
Despite his dismay at the fact that not only was Blaine currently sitting in his living room with his dad having a conversation about something only Gaga knows, but also the fact that Blaine was looking at Kurt who was standing there gawking at him in his silk blue sleepover jammies. Yes, he still called pyjamas jammies, what's your point? Despite all of this his brain was throwing some sort of Blaine's-in-my-field-of-vision-and-he's-in-the-flesh-not-in-his-Facebook-profile-picture party.
Blaine was staring at him with a small smile. Great. He was laughing at his jammies, he knew it. His dad was smiling at him, too, but with a slightly confused expression on his face. He knew that Kurt would not have overlooked his rule of no boys to stay without Burt's say so. This is what puzzled Burt. It took Kurt a few moments to digest all of this. At that moment he caught sight of himself in the mirror across the room and instantly clamped his mouth shut before anyone realised he had been goldfishing. Blaine chuckled almost silently so no joy on the no one noticing front then. Kurt Hummel did not goldfish. Not in public anyway. He pulled himself out of shock by imagining various ways of torturing whoever was responsible for this sudden turn of events.
"Sorry, I see that you guys already got started," said Blaine, apologetically. "I only just got Mercedes' text message inviting me. I'm afraid I can't stay the night, though, you know, because of Max and all. But I can stay a little while, if that's okay?" This information seemed to relax Burt, who sat back down to return to his game. Blaine smiled. He really had to stop doing that; didn't he know the way that made Kurt go weak at the knees? Well of course he didn't, its not as though Kurt was going to tell him that. Kurt returned it with a swift grin of his own before turning to Mercedes. Instantly she stopped grinning and seemed to be fearing for her life. As well she should. Mercedes fled, the other two hot on her heels.
"I love this song!" said Blaine from where he was perched on the edge of Kurt's bed with a packet of Twizzlers. He was so entirely cute when he was wiggling away to music. Kurt was sitting next to Tina on the floor while Rachel nattered away to Mercedes, who was clearly ignoring her. Blaine got up from where he was sitting and grabbed Mercedes by the hand.
"May I have this dance, m'lady?" She just laughed in response and rose to dance with Blaine. He was so... dapper. That was the only word for it. Kurt made a mental note to inform him of this in the near future. Tina grabbed the Twizzlers from where Blaine had abandoned them and began to munch on them as she returned to her place with Kurt and Rachel.
"I like Blaine," she said, matter-of-factly. "Are you two dating?" He could have hit her. He glanced to where Blaine and Mercedes were flicking through her iPod for another song, satisfied he hadn't heard he rounded on Tina.
"No, we are not. Just because we are two out gay guys does not mean we must be, you know."
"Woah! Kurt! Calm down! You'd be cute together, that's all." She shrugged
"Not to mention," Rachel chirped up, "you obviously like him. You instantly blush whenever he smiles at you. It's sweet." Kurt rolled his eyes. He didn't know why they invited her to these things. In fact, he couldn't even remember inviting her.
"Look, would you guys just drop it? I don't like Blaine that way." He hissed at them, noting with embarrassment the dramatic change in pitch.
Before either of the other two decided to add another penny to the pot he heard a squeal emit from Blaine. Yep. Definitely gay. He ran over to Kurt and grabbed his hand and once again he felt his heart speed to what had to be unsafe palpitation levels.
"Sing with me!" he said. Kurt laughed as he heard the opening music. Blaine was definitely gay.
Blaine grabbed a moisturising bottle from the dressing table (Kurt's stomach lurched... that was a $55 bottle) and began to sing to the cheers of the girls.
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
He slid suavely over to Mercedes and span her around
Get this party started on a Saturday night
Everybody's waiting for me to arrive
Sendin' out the message to all of my friends
We'll be looking flashy in my Mercedes Benz
He edged over to where Kurt stood awkwardly, giving him a wink. Kurt almost melted to jello there and then.
I got lot of style, check my gold diamond rings
I can go for miles if you know what I mean.
The girls cheered once more before Rachel decided to join Blaine for the chorus.
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
Mercedes grabbed the bottle from Blaine, forcing Kurt to emit a small "Please, be careful! That was expensive." Blaine just laughed grabbing Kurt and forcing him to dance. Seriously, who needed alcohol to have a good time, really? Kurt finally felt himself begin to let go as Mercedes took over the song with her pure soul.
Pumping up the volume, breaking down to the beat
Cruisin' through the west side
We'll be checkin' the scene
Boulevard is freakin' as I'm comin' up fast
I'll be burnin' rubber, you'll be kissin' my ass
Pull up to the bumper, get out of the car
License plate says Stunner #1 Superstar
There was so much spinning and laughing, Kurt had no clue which way was even up. All he knew is that he started to sing with everyone else now.
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
Get this party started
Mercedes forced the bottle into his hands and he made to put it back in its rightful place when Blaine grabbed him, yelling over the music, "No! Sing!" So, Kurt sang.
Making my connection as I enter the room
Everybody's chilling as I set up the groove
Pumpin' up the volume with this brand new beat
Everybody's dancing and they're dancing for me
I'm your operator, you can call anytime
I'll be your connection to the party line
Dancing ensued, all of them bouncing together in the middle of the room. It was hot and Blaine was there and this was so perfect. He really hoped that he wasn't falling for Blaine because that would totally suck. Blaine looked so happy right now, with him and three girls that he hardly knew. Blaine was perfect, even when he was dancing like a dork.
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
I'm comin' up so you better get this party started
"Kurt!" came a yell from upstairs. No one heard it. They were having to much fun.
Get this party started
Get this party started right now
Get this party started
Get this party started
Get this party started right-
"Kurt!" came his dad's voice, music cutting out right before the last word. Kurt span around to see his dad by his boombox, power cable in hand. "It's 12:30 in the morning. No singing!" And with that he turned and stalked back upstairs. They looked at each other collectively and burst into laughter, falling in a heap onto the bed.
Blaine stood once the laughter began to subside and picked up his bag from by the stairs.
"I should get going, anyway." Kurt's heart sank. "But thanks, I had an...amazing time." He grinned, mainly at Kurt, though of course he assumed it was aimed at everyone in the room. "I really needed that. I'll text you tomorrow, Kurt." He waved goodbye to them all, telling the girls how nice it was to meet them and how he'd only ever heard great things about them, which had only been confirmed. He may have only been here for 45 minutes but every second had been incredible. And then Blaine was hugging Kurt and then he was gone.
At about 3:30 AM, Kurt's phone lit up and buzzed once, signalling a text message. Groggily he snatched at his phone from where he was asleep next to Mercedes on the floor, who was mumbling something about the tot monster. That girl and her tots. He was too tired to roll his eyes so he just made a mental note to do it in the morning. The light from his phone hurt his eyes and he seriously considered just waiting till morning but the thing had woken him up so it had to be important. Reading the text, he grinned. He stared at the screen for a few minutes before leaving it on screen next to him as he rolled over to return to sleep. It didn't take him long.
The text stared up blankly to the ceiling.
I hope I haven't woken you, just wanted to say that I had an amazing time. Thanks again, Kurt. Hopefully coffee tomorrow, if you're free? /Bxxxxx
The weekend flew by in a blur of shopping bags and Calculus homework. Kurt was so bored of how easy high school was come Monday morning he seriously considered just not bothering going in. He just didn't feel challenged. He'd said as much to Blaine when they had had coffee on Saturday.
"Maybe you could just transfer into AP classes?" Blaine suggested.
"It's too late in the term, but I would if I could. Though, from what I hear the AP classes aren't even really all that much more challenging. Just more homework."
"Hmm, I suppose there's always extra classes online you can do? Or," Blaine grinned, so of course Kurt melted a little bit, forcing himself to pay attention, "you could always do my homework for me too?" He laughed.
Kurt shrugged his shoulders. "If you think that would be more challenging?"
"Kurt, I was joking," said Blaine, concerned that he hadn't picked up on that.
"I do know that, Blaine. It's not like I'm dense. If I were then why would I need to be challenged more?"
Blaine chuckled and sipped his coffee. Kurt had gone slightly red but Blaine was prepared to give him the benefit of the doubt. "Come on, I need to get a couple of cards for some peoples birthdays."
Kurt sighed at the memory, wishing he could spend every day seeing Blaine's face. Something about him just calmed him down, made him feel safe and happy and accepted. Sure he felt like that in Glee, sometimes, but with Blaine it was just different.
He walked into first period English and took his seat next to Mercedes, who was texting away on her new BlackBerry.
"Hey, 'Cedes," he greeted, taking the empty seat beside her.
"Boy, you have gotta get yourself one of these things. They are insanely cool. You know we could text each other for free, like, all of the time with this messenger thingy...once I work out how to add people that is." Mercedes loved her new phone. It was her baby and barely anything took preference over it. This being the case, Kurt was flattered when she looked up from it and put it into her pocket. "Kurt, spill"
"What?" he said, genuinely confused.
"You've got that look."
"What look?" He had a look? He resisted the urge to take out his mirror.
"The Blaine Look."
Kurt quirked an eyebrow. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh, please. He's the only person who can make your skin stay red for hours."
"Mercedes, I have no idea what you are talking about." He did his best to rearrange his features so that he looked slightly huffy at her insinuation and went about taking out his books for class.
"Don't you be playing with me, Kurt. The only time I've seen anyone crush harder than this is... come to think of it I don't think I have seen anyone crush harder than you right now."
"Hey! What about Rachel on Finn? Or Finn on Rachel?"
"They don't count. Finchel are purely psychotic. Seriously, one second he loves her then she screws up and he gets mad and she loves him, he changed his mind, then he screws up...it's just one giant vicious circle. No, Klaine is the stuff of that Jane August or whatever her name is."
"Firstly, it's Jane Austen and secondly, Klaine? Klaine?" Klaine? Seriously, where did people come up with these things? Granted, he had created Puckleberry but, come on, Klaine?
"It's the first gay guy you've been crushing on! Come on! Let me have my fun! My Kurt is in love with another guy, who's gay. This is a big thing. We should be shouting this from the school roof!"
"We most certainly should not," he huffed. He opened his notebook, determined to start taking notes before class had even started when he was faced with seven whole pages littered of variations of "Kurt + Blaine" in love-hearts and "Kurt Anderson's" surrounded by kisses.
"Point and case." Mercedes chuckled over his shoulder. "Look, I'm just happy for you. You've finally found a guy!"
"Mercedes, Blaine and I aren't even dating! He doesn't even like me that way!"
"How do you know?"
"I-"
"Have you asked him?"
"I-"
"Then, exactly!" So she began to sing, annoying school girl style, moderately quietly thank the heavens. "Kuuuurt and Blaaaaine, sitting in a tree-"
Kurt turned to Mercedes to tell her to shut up when Miss Holiday walked in, so he settled back into his seat along with Mercedes. He hadn't realised his teacher was out sick today. At least class would be fun today.
"Hola, Classe!" rang Miss Holidays voice across the room.
"I thought that this was English?" Kurt heard someone whisper from behind him, probably Brittany. He glanced back. Yep. It was Brittany, then it dawned on him... she wasn't even supposed to be in his English class. He sighed and turned to watch what Miss Holiday was acting out. He loved Charades.
About ten minutes in he felt something hit the side of his head. He turned his head sharply to see Mercedes pointing to the floor between them, it was a folded piece of paper. It must have bounced off of his head. He leaned over, inconspicuously keeping his head to the front and felt around for it in the aisle... but it wasn't there. He looked around just in time to see David Karofsky snatch it up from where he sat behind Mercedes and open it up, his face contorting in rage and getting redder by the second. Feverishly, Kurt began to wonder what on earth she had written. It must've been something about him and Blaine. What else would get him so worked up?
He glanced back to see Karofsky trying desperately to get a hold of himself, with what had to of been gargantuan effort as his features turned completely impassive. Kurt had to admit, he had good acting skills what with all this hiding who he was business. Kurt hoped that that was the end of it. However, just for peace of mind he whipped his phone and text Mercedes quickly, praying her cell was on silent. He pressed send. After a second or two he saw Mercedes jump so hard her workbook fell off of her desk with a loud thud. Kurt chuckled silently, marvelling at the invention of vibrate in cell phones.
"Everything alright there, Mercedes?" said Miss Holiday, pausing from where she was holding a Raccoon toy up at the front. What a Raccoon had to do with Pride and Prejudice he would never know.
"Yup, everything's cool Miss H." Mercedes smiled back at her. Miss Holiday returned to her Raccoon, who was apparently named Geoffrey. A few seconds later he had a reply.
Mercedes, what was on that note? Karofsky's got it, and... why didn't you just text me? - Kx
Kurty, Sorry, haven't fully worked out how to start a new text on this thing yet, only reply (Kurt rolled his eyes). It said something like, Dearest Kurt, You want to hug him, you want to luurrrve him, you want to kiiiiiiss him, Mercedes xoxo
Kurt stared wide eyed to the front. That wouldn't have gone down well with Karofsky at all. Well it hadn't as he'd just witnessed. He hoped to who ever was listening that he'd just let it slide.
The next thirty minutes slid by at snail pace. There was one little light though, ten minutes before the end Miss Holiday announced for one reason or another, Kurt hadn't really been paying that much attention, they could leave early. As they all stood to go, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and was knocked back into his desk. He saw Karofsky walk past. He also saw that Mercedes had seen it all.
"Oh, Hell to the no!" She stood up and, hands on hips, glared at the back of Karofsky's head. He stopped and turned, Western style, to face her.
"What?"
"You can't just shove people like that. It's not like he did anything to you!" Kurt couldn't believe she was actually standing up for him like this. In this moment, he loved her more than anything but as he looked into Karofsky's eyes he immediately wished she had just left well enough alone. David's eyes bored into Kurt's with a look that said, "You know exactly what you've done to piss me off, gay boy." Instead of saying this to him, though, he turned back to Mercedes and grimaced.
"I don't have to answer to a fat bitch like you."
Everybody in the class had heard him and everybody had the same reaction. Jaws dropped. That was when Mercedes flipped. She went to go for Karofsky, screaming things about slavery and equal rights, in a way that would have made Santana proud. Kurt only managed to hold her back with the help of Brittany, thank god she'd gone to the wrong class today, until Miss Holiday came over. Mercedes stopped, breathing heavy.
"Not cool, David. You and me, we have a date with Principal Sue. Let's march." And with a sorry look towards Mercedes and Kurt she walked Karofsky by the arm out of the room.
"Expelled?" Kurt could hardly believe what he was hearing from his phone. Kurt squealed. Loudly. Turns out that Principal/Coach Sue had taken the opportunity to expel Karofsky the instant that it was presented to her. Of course there was still the formal enquiry from the school board but this was fantastic news. After hanging up to Mercedes (he had bought her the largest hot chocolate Lima Bean did after what had happened, with a side of gingerbread cookies) he decided to celebrate with a little dance to Single Ladies. He could not have been happier. He already felt safer, and for the first time in a long while was not petrified about school the next day. He'd even text Blaine the good news. His response had been just as enthusiastic.
KURT! No way! That is awesome news! I can't believe it! I am so thrilled for you. I knew if you stuck it out and hung in there karma would come back around. Please excuse this, this is about to be very undignified but I'm too excited not to so: ! That is how thrilled I am for you! Coffee soon, please? /Bxxxxxx
This had only heightened Kurt's mood. He was almost getting to his favourite part of the song
Don't treat me to the things of the world
I'm not that kind of girl
When the music cut out, a rather miffed Kurt span about to see his dad once more with the power cable. Kurt crossed his arms and huffed. This was becoming quite a nasty habit for his father to get and Kurt was not sure he liked it. His dad, however, looked positively confused.
"Kurt, sorry to... er... interrupt... but I've got something I have to tell-" That was when Kurt realised he hadn't shared the good news with his dad. He, of course, did the only thing he could and lept into action. He threw his arms around his dad and hugged him tight before stepping back.
"Karofsky's been suspended, the one I mentioned gave me some problems? He's finally gone! It's over!" Kurt squealed once more and hugged his dad again, bewildered expression still intact.
"Kurt, that's wonderful, son!" He hugged Kurt back.
Kurt continued to tell his dad everything from top to bottom about his day, leaving out the parts about Blaine and passing notes in class. His dad was genuinely happy for him. Kurt could not believe how happy he was. When he ended the story he squealed yet again (he seemed to be doing that an awful lot today) and hugged his dad tighter than ever before. Then Kurt remembered.
"Wait," said Kurt, staring up at his dad, "you had something you had to tell me?"
Burt hesitated and then finally smiled down at his son, hoping that he was right in assuming that this was probably going to make this the best day of Kurt's life so far. Burt wasn't disappointed.
So! That was Chapter 2 my friends! I hope that you enjoyed it! The two songs in this are Get This Party Started by P!nk and a couple of lines from Single Ladies by Beyonce.
Once again I want to thank my absolutly incredibly awesome Beta who not only puts up with my banter but also shares flowers with me :) She is incredible and I wouldn't have gotten this Chapter out so well without her. Props to Beta!
Feel free to review, would love to know your thoughts!
Coming up: Theres wedding bells in the air and Kurt need a plus-one. Love, Fluff and Music to come!
Much Love xxx
