A/N: Okay, about time to post the second oneshot :D I wanted to write something with a violin in it and well, here we have Friedrich with us ;D
I kept staring at Blaine, in a way he was the most annoying guy I knew. He played the piano, the guitar, the violin and what else, I believed that I didn't even know about every single instrument. He was definitely very good-looking, he was fun, he was everything one could ever ask for. I didn't believe in perfection, but if I was to believe in it, Blaine would've been close to being perfect.
The only thing that was wrong with Blaine was the fact that he wasn't mine. I wanted him to be mine but I hadn't been courageous enough. I kind of wanted to tell him but I didn't want him to know. If I told him that I loved him and he didn't feel the same, things would get awkward. I knew that I probably should tell him something, at least if I ever wanted something to happen.
"Kurt, you might want to look at someone else too, even for a while," Finn whispered to my ear.
I shook my head and realized that I actually had been staring too much. I turned my head a bit, checked how Rachel was doing. This was quite a special gig, just Blaine, Rachel, Mercedes and Puck. I was sitting with Finn, Lauren and Sam, but I wasn't too conversational tonight, I mostly just wanted to keep watching Blaine. I quickly smiled at Finn, thanked him about waking me up.
Their show was over way too soon, I enjoyed listening to every one of them. The moment when the performing four returned to our table was a bit awkward. All the other three were items, me and Blaine just friends. I hugged Blaine, though.
"You guys were awesome!" I stated and smiled.
"Thanks, it was so nice that you could come! Imagine me alone with the six of them, it'd be so terrible. Now we probably can sit here for a while. Had I arrived alone, I would've just left right after the show," Blaine said.
"Well, that's true. We can always talk when the others... cuddle," I spat the word out of my mouth as if it was a dirty word.
"To be honest, I wouldn't mind a bit of cuddling. But it's true," Blaine answered.
I didn't know what to say, so I just smiled at him and took a sip of my drink. I hoped that cider would ease me up a bit, I thought about what I should say.
"Hey, you still haven't taught me how to play the violin," I remembered.
"Oh, that's true! Should we start tomorrow? It's Saturday, we don't even have school," Blaine suggested.
"Tomorrow's good," I said at once, all time spent with Blaine was spent well.
"OK, then we shall do it. I do hope you'll be gentle with Friedrich, he's the very first violin I ever bought and I intend to keep it that way," Blaine winked his eye at me.
"I wish to do no harm to Friedrich but I might need some help," I answered and winked back. Even the bare idea of him helping me hold the violin in the right position kind of boosted me.
"We'll have that covered. Maybe I'll cover the floor with pillows and mattresses, just in case. Though I quite believe that you're able to hold Friedrich tight enough," he said and finished his cider. "Want another one?"
I nodded at him and lifted my right leg over my left one. I was about to get my wallet to give Blaine some money but he waved his hand.
"I'll pay this one, right? You can get the next ones," he stated.
I didn't even have time to answer, he had already gone. I couldn't help but smile wide, he was a stunning guy. I turned my head to my side, looked like the rest of the gang had pretty much got over the worst cuddling-moment. I hadn't noticed that we had got some strangers among us, they were talking with mostly Rachel and Mercedes. Rachel was the same as usual, really talky and active.
I tried to follow the discussion but failed to get on board. I gave up and just looked at Finn. He looked like he was out of everything too, I tried to catch his gaze.
"Finn, are you there?" I finally asked.
"Uhm, what, sorry Kurt, did you say something?" Finn apologized.
"No, not yet. I was about to, though," I admitted.
"Well, shoot it," Finn said.
"Blaine's going to teach me some violin tomorrow," I revealed.
"Sounds awesome, go for it," Finn supported me. I was about to say something, but Blaine returned. I turned back to Blaine and smiled. Tonight I'd warm him up and tomorrow would be the revealing-day.
The next morning wasn't as bad as I had thought, my head was a bit achy but not too much. I stretched my arms, today was going to be good. I was about to get up from bed when I heard some noise next to me, I got startled and jumped out of my bed. Had I accidentally slept with someone? That was something highly unexpected, plus I remembered nothing about anything that could've lead to this.
Someone was hiding under my quilt, I lingered closer and carefully lifted the corner. It could've been Finn, in a way, but I would've expected him to get to his own bed, once he got home, not on my bed. As I saw a hand, I recognized the hand and my memory returned. Blaine, of course it was Blaine. He had been quite drunk and had decided to sleep here. I had hesitated a bit, dad still wasn't exactly excited about me having male-guests sharing a bed with me. But I believed that it would be OK, after all it was just Blaine, he had been here before.
"Good morning, how are we feeling?" I asked, I had noticed that Blaine was laying in bed with his eyes open.
"Morning, it's quite good, I believe. I mean, I'm tired but well, not too achy," Blaine said.
"Well, you probably won't mind if I go and kind of try to find out what the mood is today? Would be also nice to inform that you're here, not just let them see you," I stated.
"Might be, you just go and I'll try to straighten up and get dressed," Blaine said.
I went to the toilet, I washed my face and tried to achieve a fresh look. I knew that nor dad neither Carole appreciated me and Finn drinking, even though they knew it happened every once in a while. They would never ever again allow us to go out again if we would show up looking too bad. I left the toilet and decided to go to the kitchen in my pyjamas, I wanted to tell them about Blaine as soon as possible, that would lead into less trouble, if any.
Carole and dad were both sitting in the kitchen, Finn wasn't there yet.
"Morning," I said and sat down.
"Morning son. How was yesterday?" dad asked and looked at me, valuating my state.
"Good, they really sang so well. Finn's not up yet?" I asked.
"No, you should know him by now, he'll probably get up in a few hours or so," Carole smiled. I smiled back at her, she was so sweet.
"Well, that's true, but I still wanted to ask. There's something I need to tell," I started.
"You didn't do drugs, did you?" dad asked at once.
"Drugs, no, what, dad? Of course no! I just wanted to tell that Blaine came over for the night, he's getting dressed," I said.
Dad looked at me, looking slightly judging. I pretty much knew what was about to come.
"You know how I feel about boy-guests?" he said slowly.
"I do and I'm sorry, but it felt easier, he was maybe a bit tipsy, I didn't want him to walk there all alone," I explained.
"Well, they have behaved well, haven't they," Carole chose her side. With just one look from Carole, dad kind of melt.
"They sure have, but's that not the point. It's still our house, it would be nice to find this out beforehand. If Blaine's coming over, just let us know before it happens, OK?" dad suggested.
I looked at him and nodded, it was kind of cool that way. He had a point there, it wasn't my apartment.
"Well, we're probably leaving soon, Blaine's going to teach me how to play the violin," I told, dad started coughing, apparently he had just tried to drink some coffee.
"I'm sorry Kurt, but you and the violin? Good luck with it," dad said. I just smiled at him and got up.
"Thanks. I'm sure not going to be the next Oistrakh but it might be fun anyway," I stated and went to get changed.
Blaine was already dressed, I tried to decide what to wear. I quickly took out something to wear from the closet, this would be a good outfit for today.
"They were cool with it, you may go to have some breakfast while I get changed," I told Blaine.
"I can wait for you," Blaine promised, I smiled at him. It was a bit awkward to dress up in front of him but well, he didn't know it. He didn't know I had this kind of feelings towards him, not yet. I felt a bit excited, thinking about speaking my mind out, but I was also very happy, today something could finally happen!
I got dressed quickly, we went downstairs to have some breakfast. I was feeling already so much better, it was a pleasant feeling. I, for once, felt sure about something. Dad and Carole had already left the kitchen, which probably was kind of good. I was always afraid that Carole would notice the way I looked at Blaine and would somehow tell something to Blaine. It was quite about time to talk to him.
We left to Blaine's home right after breakfast, we didn't even wait for Finn to wake up. I left Finn a message to the door of the refrigerator, I believed that he'd notice it from there.
"So, are you going to teach me the violin?" I asked eagerly.
"You're really in for it? Don't you have a headache?" Blaine asked.
"I had before but it's already gone! I'm feeling good," I informed him. It was sweet of him to remember that usually I got a massive headache from drinking.
"Well, that's great. I feel okay too, maybe we then should try the violin, just put the sordino on, the voice is quite strong," Blaine suggested. I just nodded, I didn't even know what a sordino was.
It didn't take long to get there, I was all jumpy and happy.
"Are you really that excited?" Blaine laughed, his smile lightened the whole room.
"I am," I admitted, it wasn't even a lie. I just didn't tell about what I was that excited. Besides, I wanted to play the violin, it might be fun!
After a while I noticed that the thought of fun was wrong, almost totally. The position that I was supposed to hold the instrument in made my body scream from pain. And the sound that I got out of the box was just terrible.
"I have to admit that this is harder than I thought," I said and put the violin down.
"Nothing is free, you have to practice! But actually, you're doing really well. That sounded like violin every once in a while," Blaine encouraged me.
"Come on, I know it sounded terrible," I said and slapped him in a friendly way.
"Well, can't deny that, but it was less terrible than with many others," Blaine stated.
I looked at him, his smile was wide, he looked even more handsome than usual. I just needed a few moments more, I was almost ready to do something. I picked up the violin again and asked Blaine to help me with the positions.
"You need to be more relaxed, your upper back is way too tight," he said and let his arms go around my back. It made all kinds of sparkles fly through my body.
I tried to play for a good while more, I felt nervous, which wasn't exactly helping me in trying to be relaxed. Blaine took my hand and tried to aid with the bow, he asked me to put the violin down for a few moments, we could concentrate just in the bow. I gently put the violin back to it's case and let Blaine grab my hand. He was explaining something to me but I really couldn't listen at all, I was just staring at his eyes. Now, this was my moment.
I let Blaine hold my hand, watched out the bow while I used my left hand to pull Blaine closer and kissed him. He seemed to be a bit surprised, I almost ripped myself off from himself but then he seemed to relax a bit. His lips were the softest thing I had ever touched, they were actually interacting with my lips! It felt so much better than anything else before, this was what we should've been doing from the very beginning.
Blaine finally let me go a bit further after a few more good kisses, I was breathing fast while looking at him. Then I remembered I still had the bow in my hand and laid it to the case; this wouldn't be a good moment to break anything.
"What was that for?" Blaine asked.
"Just a thank you, it's nice of you to try to teach me how to play the violin," I tried to be fun but my mouth was almost too dry for me to speak.
"Words wouldn't have been enough?" he asked, looked like he didn't know where he was.
"No. What did you think of it?" I asked, it really wasn't the best way to put the thing but well, it was the first sentence that came into my mind.
"I think that you're one heck of a kisser," Blaine stated with a voice so firm that it made me doubt if he had tested several guys before me.
"Thank you, I suppose. See, that's something I've been wanting to talk about, but I just haven't known how to start. I might kind of have some kind of special feelings for you, you know. Like, uhm, the kind of feelings that get you all warm and jumpy inside," I tried to explain but my brain was a mess right now.
"I know what you mean," Blaine whispered and stepped closer. "I feel that way right now."
"You do? You mean you... uhm...," I tried to ask but didn't really know how to end.
"You know what I mean. Can we talk about it later, right now I feel like trying to kiss your lips off," Blaine said and leaned towards me. It was good that I didn't know what else to say right now, because I wouldn't have had any time to say it out loud. But I had to admit that kissing was way nicer than speaking. Especially kissing Blaine.