"Your stare was holding, ripped jeans, skin was showing, hot night, wind was blowing -HEY I JUST MET YOU AND THIS IS CRAZY, BUT HERE'S MY NUMBER SO CALL ME MAYBE" Rachel sang from the kitchen, her voice gradually becoming louder as she swayed into the front room, grinning from ear to ear, a glass of wine in each hand. At the look on Kurt's face, she stuck her tongue out and gave one of the glasses to Tina before taking the other for herself and settling down in her armchair. She tried to suppress a smile before bursting out into song again, laughing and squealing with Tina.
Kurt mocked a laugh and stood, "If you're both quite done, I'm going to bed. Thank you for the help though" he stuck two thumbs up while smiling and his eyes crinkled. Tina and Mike protested and Rachel gestured towards him to sit down again. He gave into the constant pleading and sat down, emitting a small cheer from a slightly drunk Rachel.
They all focussed on the episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S showing on tv, making vague connections to the characters and each other while Rachel constantly reminded them of her names origin and mouthed along with her characters lines.
"You know, I think Rachel and Ross' relationship is a lot like Finn and I's," she repeated for the 15th time since Kurt had arrived home. "I mean, Finn was in love with me before he asked me out, right?" Her head hung on her shoulders as she turned towards them, the alcohol making her relaxed and her limbs heavy.
"Yes Rachel, he was. Can we stop this conversation before we have a repeat of last night please?" Kurt said, giving her a playful wink as she sulked, cradling her almost empty wine glass to her chest.
Tina sucked in a breath before she spoke, her eyes catching Kurt's as he turned towards her, "Kurt, are you sure he's gay? I mean, what if he's just being friendly?" She lightly rubbed his knee and squeezed it before her hand slid back into Mikes.
"Tina you should have seen the way he looked at me while he sang, I mean have you heard 'A Thousand Years' by Christina Perri? It's romantic and so dorky and- and he winked at me! That has to stand for something doesn't it?"
She shrugged, "Maybe he had something in his eye?" Kurt turned to glare at her, his hands fiddling with the pocket of his navy sweater and he looked down before replying, "I'm pretty sure he was winking at me"
She stared back at him, eyebrows raised. He sighed, his hands running through his auburn hair and finally resting on the back of his neck. "Oh god, I made the whole thing up in my head didn't I?" His voice sounded muffled as his knees slid up the sofa, folding near his chest.
"You shouldn't be nervous; he was the one to give you his number so he's kind of expecting you to call!" Mike said from behind Tina's form smothering him. Kurt shrugged, "I don't know... what would I say? Hi! I'm the guy you winked at in the coffee shop earlier this evening and I may or may not be in freaking love with you even though I've only seen you once in my entire life?"
Mike's face appeared and he shrugged back, pulling Tina off the sofa, "Whatever, Tina and I are going to bed, see you both in the morning". They gracefully (because everything they did was 'graceful') ascended the staircase, nudging sides and giggling into each other's shoulders.
"Why don't you do something?" Rachel slurred from her chair, "you only saw him less than 20 minutes ago, give him a call or a text. I could be wrong and he might actually like you," Rachel added reassuringly, her voice becoming louder as he heard her stand and felt her hand rest on his shoulder.
Kurt theatrically gasped and clutched his chest.
"Is THE Rachel Berry admitting she may be wrong?" She smirked and cuffed his ear lightly before walking up the stairs, stretching and humming songs as she stumbled into her room, closing the door lightly.
Kurt was left with his own thoughts annoying him, digging their roots down into his brain, spreading 'what if's' and 'maybe's' through his mind. He pulled the card from his bag and traced his finger along Blaine's name.
Blaine Anderson.
Singer, songwriter and musician.
(Also coffee barista when needed)
He stared at the number and thought of things to say when he would eventually gather the courage to ring Blaine.
"Hi, I saw you at the coffee shop and-"
No, that sounded like they had never even talked or met, which they had, I mean, shaking hands is meeting someone right?
"Hey, you were awesome tonight! About that coffee..."
Did that sound too eager? Kurt groaned to himself and turned the TV off, plunging the room into eerie silence and darkness save for the streetlight embracing the light hues from the rug and couch throws. He activated the app for a flashlight on his phone and picked up Rachel's abandoned wine glass on the side table before walking into the kitchen and flicking on the light. He looked around and sighed. Did she have to be so damn unorganised? One empty bottle of wine was discarded on the oven top (of all places, really?) and the half-empty one had a lost straw floating around inside the scarlet liquid, trying to escape.
Kurt snorted to himself. This was the second time in a week Rachel had tried to drink wine from the bottle with a straw and had found it to be impossible. The last time she had become so angry at the inability to reach the red liquid, Kurt had found the bottle stuffed with napkins and tissues. When he had questioned her about it, she shrugged nonchalantly and said the wine was 'evil' and she had to 'stop it escaping'.
One day, Kurt would get used to living with Rachel Berry. Having Tina and Mike living with them had dulled the blow and he began to learn about their domestic habits. Some days he would find scuffmarks on the kitchen floor tiles, where Mike had began dancing and only when he stopped dancing did he realise the numerous black streaks coating the kitchen floor. On worse days, he would find random discarded items of clothing around the house and had to have an awkward talk with Tina and her interesting lingerie choices, places to have sex appropriately included, after that, the 'incidents' were still as common but (thankfully) in obscure places.
He quickly tidied the kitchen and made a very quick breakfast plan for tomorrow before turning off the light, mumbling to himself about light fixtures. Kurt felt around the counter-top for his bag and followed Rachel up the first set of stairs before continuing up another and reaching his room.
His phone flashed and he read the text from Rachel, 'Go to sleep, I can partically hear you thinking!' He giggled for the slight auto correction, not expecting her to notice it. He put his bag on his desk chair closely followed by his clothes neatly folded, aside from his underwear, which he continued to wear until changing into an old t-shirt and sweats. The thought of Blaine's card and empty offer left forgotten as Kurt commenced his nightly routine before falling into bed and letting himself sleep.
