Hi everyone! Here is the next chapter for you! Thankyou so much to all the story alerting and favouriting people, you guys are awesome! I didn't expect this many people to enjoy it! I'm sorry if any of my Australianisms get through, I am trying to write as American-ly as I can (bar spelling) but some things just slip though the cracks! Anyway, I won't keep you any more, ENJOY!
Once Blaine's tears had dried and his sobbing had ceased, Kurt had gently suggested that they go and have the dinner that was awaiting them in the kitchen, rightly assuming that Blaine wanted to gather his thoughts before talking.
Blaine was appreciative of the understanding, and silently followed Kurt to the kitchen where he was handed a bowl of aromatic food along with a fork. Kurt then steered him past the kitchen table to the living area and turned on the TV. Blaine sat on the sofa and began to eat his food, not really watching the television, but appreciating the background noise all the same and he felt Kurt settle next to him, eating his dinner without a word.
Finally, after scraping the bowl clean (yes, he was in shock, and yes that lessened his appetite, but Kurt's cooking was unfairly delicious) and placing it on the coffee table, Blaine found his words.
"Thankyou for dinner," he said quietly, "And sorry… For breaking down like that."
Blaine looked up from his hands to see Kurt roll his eyes, "Blaine you know I don't mind. Besides, I freaked out just as much as you if not more so, so I'm sorry."
Blaine went to dismiss the apology, but instead he found himself saying something completely different, "What am I going to do?" he said in a hoarse, defeated whisper.
"What you are not going to do is give up. Ok, Blaine? They gave you two weeks, right? Just get another job. It can't be too hard with a resume like yours."
"It's not that simple. There aren't any jobs for me. I need to get a job within my area of expertise, which is advertising, and there just aren't any advertising jobs available. I have been looking for a week, and they just donotexist." Blaine looked down at his hands sadly, thissucked.
"Oh." Blaine swallowed thickly at Kurt's lack of advice –Kurtalways knew what to do- and commanded himself not to cry, "But what about the interview you had today?" Kurt asked, "you seemed pretty happy when you got home, so I'm assuming it went well? How about we wait and see how that goes before panicking?"
Blaine heaved a sigh of relief that Kurt had at least one idea, even though the chances of it working were miniscule. At least now he had a chance. With that thought, Blaine's phone rang, and he was able to answer it with a bit of the usual perk back in his voice.
"Hello, its Blaine," Blaine shot an apologetic look at Kurt, "may I ask who is calling?"
"Blaine? Hi! It is Henry, from the interview this afternoon?" Blaine's eyes widened and he turned to Kurt, knowing that would be able to translate his expression. "Listen, Blaine. I'm really sorry that I am calling at such an inconvenient time, but I think you deserve to know sooner rather than later." Blaine frowned as he heard a sigh from the other end of the line, "Blaine, you didn't get the job. I'm really sorry, but I would like to let you know that it most definitely wasn't you. In fact, if my boss wasn't such a jerk, I would have hired you in a shot."
Blaine sunk into the sofa in defeat, willing it to swallow him up. He remained on the line with Henry for a few more minutes, listening patiently to him describe what had happened. As it turns out, the interviews had been only a formality, Henry's boss had intended for his daughter to get the job all along, but had had to have the interviews anyway, to prevent being accused of nepotism. When Henry had heard of this, he had called Blaine straight away, as apparently he had taken a liking to him. While Blaine knew that all the remarks about it not being his fault were intended to be reassuring, they actually just made it sting more for him. He had been soclose. Soclose to being able to stay in the country he loved, soclose to being able to stay with the people he loved, but now he was going to be deported. Back to Canada, where he had nothing but eighteen years of bad memories.
When Henry finally hung up, Blaine broke the news to Kurt, talking quickly so as to get it over and done with. What he hadn't expected was for Kurt to burst into tears the way he did, startling Blaine to no end. Blaine, being the gentleman he was, of course rushed to Kurt's side (even though he was already there, he managed to get closer) and put an arm around the young man, pulling him into a tight hug.
"Kurt, what's the matter?" Blaine winced at his insensitivity, of course he knew what the matter was, he was just surprised at how much that matter affected Kurt. (And as selfish and unsympathetic as it was, Blaine took a moment to relish in how much he apparently meant to Kurt), "Ok, stupid question," he said with a slight (but only slight) smile, "Kurt, it's going to be OK. I mean, this sucks, and I am going to have to go back to a place that has literally nothing for me, and possibly go back to my parents, due to lack of money, even though neither of them care about me or accept me," Blaine wasn't sure why he was saying all this… it was hardly comforting, "and yes, I will have to leave you and all my friends here, but if you look on the bright side, then… then…" Blaine tried, he really did try to think of a bright side, but it just didn't come. This sucked, that was all there was to it.
Fortunately, Blaine didn't have to try for very long, because soon enough Kurt was drying his eyes and looking up at Blaine (Blaine tried to ignore his fluttering heart as he got lost in the blue-grey eyes that were so very, very close) with an apologetic expression on his face, "I'm sorry Blaine, here I am blubbering like an idiot when you are the one being deported. I shouldn't be having you comfort me; I should be the one comforting you!"
Blaine went to dismiss this comment only to be shushed by a finger to the lips. Usually Blaine would have fought back and continued to speak anyway, but Kurt'sfingerwasonhislips!Kurt's finger was on Blaine'slips! Blaine willed himself not to pass out.
"Anyway," Kurt continued, not noticing Blaine's new and improved state of shock, "Blaine, this is awful, and don't try to show me the bright side, because I know even you can't think of one right now-" Blaine marvelled at how well Kurt knew him, "-So the only thing that will make this better is if we figure out a way for you to stay, because I donot want you leaving this country. You are my bestfriend, and according to you, I'm your's, and best friends do not let their best friends get deported!" Kurt finally inhaled, and both boys were silent for a minute, wrapping their heads around what had just been said.
Blaine was touched by the affection shown by his friend, and felt somewhat heartened at the proclamation, but he still couldn't help the nagging feeling at the back of his mind that for once, things might not be ok in the end. Sure, he had had a crap childhood, but then he had met Kurt, and the bad times had faded into the past. Now, he was leaving Kurt (and lets face it, what could be done now?), so who would be the one to pull him out of his forthcoming saddened state?
Suddenly, both Blaine and Kurt snapped out of their reveries and noticed two things simultaneously; one being the fact that Kurt's finger was still on Blaine's lips, forgotten until now, and the second thing being that Blaine's arm was still around Kurt's waist from when he had been comforting him. Immediately, each boy leapt their respective ends of the sofa with a furious blush staining both faces. They each mumbled an apology and sat in an awkward silence (which was made even more awkward by the fact that they hardly everhave awkward silences) for what felt like hours, but in reality was 37 seconds. Blaine had decided to avert his eyes away from Kurt and towards his watch. The silence was finally (and thankfully) broken by the welcome sound of the doorbell chiming loudly, and both Blaine and Kurt immediately stood up to get it, relieved for the distraction. Somehow they both reached the door at the same time, which led to more awkward (where had all this awkwardness come from?) reaching, retracting and reaching for the door again until finally Blaine grabbed Kurt's right hand with his left, moving it away from the door, and turned the knob with his right, each boy letting out a relived sigh as he did so.
It was only now that Blaine wondered who his visitor could be, leaving the moment between his hand finally clasping the doorknob and the door swinging wide filled with a surprising amount of suspense for such a short time. Upon seeing the visitor's face, however, Blaine and Kurt grinned simultaneously.
"David!" They exclaimed in unison.
I'm sorry that it has all been in pretty much one scene so far, but it should start speeding up soon. Again, if you have any suggestions of what should happen to poor Blaine and Kurt, let me know, because as much as I have ideas for now, they are not perfect by any means, and I would love to get someone else's ideas! Thanks everyone!