Title: A Helping Hand
Rating: PG-13 for innuendo, mild cussing, future angst
Spoilers: Blaine exists, Kurt didn't transfer back, Kurt and Blaine are boyfriends!
Warnings: There's a health mix of fluff and angst, with a pinch of spice ;)
Word Count: 2,848
Summary: It was Wes and David's job to make sure Kurt and Blaine got together. Now, it's their job to make sure they don't suck on each others' mouth while everyone else was in the room. Established Klaine. AU
Author's Note: I'm sorry. I meant to post this before June started, but I was busy with Glee Live (Chris Colfer was flawless. JUST FLAWLESS), senior finals (I'm graduating in less than a week, woohoo!), and just random family social stuff that kept me away from the computer.
But…! here it is! Double the length and a plot! Yay! I really want to thank everyone who stopped by and read this story, and especially those who alerted and favorited this story. Thank you! Oh, and extra hugs and kisses to those who reviewed! Thank you so much! I was really encouraged to continue this story. Keep them coming!
A Helping Hand
Chapter 2: I Could Say
"You wouldn't believe what I had to go through today." Wes sighed as he pushed open through the doors of junior common room.
"What, another fake break up between you and girlfriend so that your dad keeps thinking that you are determined to graduate law school before getting a girlfriend?" David commented dryly from inside, not even looking away from the textbook he was copying his notes from.
Looking quite frustrated, Wes closed David's textbook with a loud bang, receiving David's long glare in return. "No, way much worse. Those two lovebirds won't stop being grossly sweet in public. Scratch that. I think they're purposely doing more in front of my face."
"Blaine and Kurt?" Wes nodded.
"You know, they shouldn't even be called in two persons. They're so inseparable it looks like their hips are glued together. They should be called like….Blurt or something."
David tilted his head.
"You know, like Blaine and Kurt together? Blurt?" Wes explained.
"Okay, first of all, that's not even a name. It's a verb." Sitting on the edge of the black-leathered couch, Wes looked at him like he didn't understand.
"So?"
"If you're going to make up a name, it should sound more name-like. You know, like, Burt, or Klaine." said David.
"Um, Burt sounds like an old man that drives around a pickup truck and sings Mellencamp. Klaine, however," Wes pointed out, "is more fitting. Anyways, that's not the point. You know how I take AP Art History with Blaine and Kurt?" David nodded. "Well, I was listening to Ms. Carter's lecture like a good student that I am…."
"The Kiss. Painted by Gustav Klimt, who was forty-five during the time, this painting can be interpreted as a discreet expression of Klimt's emphasis on eroticism and the liberation therein. It depicts a couple, in many shades of gold and patterns, sharing a kiss against a bronze background."
Ms. Carter's voice rang out among the large dome-like classroom, thirty or so students spread out in groups of four in the dark, the overhead projector flashed on in the dark. She had assigned each of them a project for their midterm that would take up twenty percent of their whole grade. Wes listened in carefully, concentrated on writing down everything that he heard from the teacher as fast as possible. That focus was suddenly broken off when he heard uncontrollable giggling behind him.
"Blaine? Kurt? Care to share with the rest of the class on what you two are laughing about?" said Ms. Carter, her forced smile plastered on her face.
The couple immediately stopped giggling and realized the whole classroom's eyes on them.
"No, ma'am." Blaine assured, "I'm sorry."
When the teacher went back to talking about the painting, Kurt hid a snicker and Blaine playfully pushed his shoulder with his. Wes glared at them murderously for breaking off his concentration before going back to his notes.
"Pssstt", Kurt hissed. "Blaine. Blaine. Blainnnnnneee."
Wes could practically see Blaine grinning ridiculously behind him as he responded quietly, "What Kurt? Whaatttttt?"
"That guy's hair in the painting looks exactly like yours. And the other one looks a little like mine; except it's much longer and lighter in there."
Hearing Kurt's comment, Wes looked closely at the painting presented on the projector screen.
It…..actually looked like Blaine and Kurt, if he looked carefully and ignore the fact that the woman had very feminine features.
'Wow, that's kind of cool….?' Wes admitted.
"Oh my god, Kurt" Blaine whispered back, "You are a fucking genius."
Kurt looked smug. "I know."
Blaine's eyes sparkled with a newfound amazement. "This could be like…our thing. I can't get this idea out of my head that Klimt painted this knowing that there will be two gay couple hundred years later that looked exactly like this." Blaine whispered a little too loudly. "I'm putting legal claim over this. This is so mine and yours. It has our faces on it."
Wes remained seated with his face still looking at the projector screen, but it was obvious when silence followed after that the couple were looking at each other with that stupid, stupid "I-love-you-so-much-right-now" faces that made Wes feel awkward to be in the room with them.
"You know, Blaine," Kurt started, "if we want to legally claim this painting as our own, we probably would need to show people that those are actually us," he paused, "by 'demonstrating' it ourselves."
Banging his head slowly on his desk, Wes wonder why he ever considered getting them together in the first place. The fact that Wes could hear everything that the two were saying, he figured, meant that they probably didn't mind him overhearing it.
Wes turned back with narrowed eyes and mouthed them to shut up, while the two looked back at him innocently, tilting their heads.
'What?' Blaine gestured.
"If I end up failing this class because of all the distraction caused by your sexual innuendos, God help me, I will fucking cut you."
"Wes, language!"
And all of sudden, Ms. Carter was standing right in front of Wes's desk, with all the lights turn back on and the whole class' attention on him, including Blaine's and Kurt's, "You. To the principal's office. I don't need to hear any cussing in my classroom, please."
Oh, Wes decided he definitely would cut them. In a horrible, horrible, cruel way.
"So you got sent to the principal's office?" David asked, "For 'using inappropriate language and disrupting the class'?"
"Yes. And Principal Bridge told me that if he found me doing stuff like that again he would ban me from doing any of Warblers' activities, including performing the 1967 rendition of "We Belong Together" by Peach and Herb at the Ohio state mall, which I must say, is unimaginable. I mean, Blaine is our main soloist and all, but without me the Warblers are like peanut butter—without the butter."
David frowned, "But that'd just be peanuts."
"Exactly! Who even eats just peanuts these days?" Wes shook his head. "We spent all that time trying to get Kurt and Blaine together, hoping that they would stop making us feel guilty for just standing there and let all of us pretend that they were friends and had absolutely no feeling for one another. But now that they're together, they suffocating us with!….!... with their daily lovey dovey couple fest!"
At that instant, the said soloist chose to enter the room, still having that ridiculous overexcited puppy-like face that Wes hated to see at the moment. The two friends on the sofa looked back at the soloist to find that Kurt wasn't with him, which they found unusual considering how much time they spend together every single day.
The news of Kurt and Blaine dating, which was one of the few openly gay relationships in Dalton, spread pretty quickly—their public affection towards one another helping only to confirm the rumor and add to the details of the gossip. Not only the students, but teachers and few PTSAs knew about their relationship as well. Some teachers completely ignored it while some showed a bit of support in their smiles. Ms. Daniels was one of the few that showed the obvious support; she made a teacher-student conference just for the pair to explain that she too had a gay brother who came out back when they were in high school. She understood that it was a terrible and complicated process, but once he had accepted who he was and stopped caring about what others thought of him, he gained confidence to reach out to his sister and ask for support; ask for advice, for a drop of encouragement, anything. He was in a desperate need of help and she was glad to be there for him. At the end of the conference, Ms. Daniels encouraged them, saying:
"Life is hard, especially in a place like Ohio. You need each other to trust, to give support and encourage one another,"
Blaine and Kurt took the whole thing well actually. It has taken Blaine a few days to convince Kurt, however, that it was totally okay to hold his hands in the hallway, or peck a kiss when they met for breakfast at the cafeteria. Besides that, they had nothing else to be afraid of. They were two people in love. It was so simple yet so complicated.
"Speaking of the devil. Where's Kurt?"
Blaine sat opposite of Wes on an armchair, David moving to finally sit himself next to Blaine on a matching pair. Wes sank into the sofa and put his legs up on the arms of the leather sofa, his head supported by small, fluffy pillows.
"He's in Home Ed class. I have free period." He answered casually. "I just wanted to stop by to tell you, Wes. Kurt and I are really sorry about what happened during AP Art History. We didn't mean to get you in trouble."
Wes could never be pissed at Blaine for more than a minute. Not that he ever did anything to get Wes pissed enough not to forgive him, but as soon as he realized his mistake, Blaine would come to him and apologize—sincerely. That's what he liked about him. He may be as gullible and naïve as a newborn puppy, but he was also sincere, honest, and many times, too polite for his good. This was probably what attracted Kurt to Blaine during his struggles being chased out of McKinley and coming to Dalton.
"Nah, it's cool." he replied, sitting back up. "Hey, I've got a proposition for you…"
Kurt hurriedly grabbed his navy satchel and stormed out as fast as he could—holding tightly onto the zip-lock container of freshly baked cupcakes that he had made in his home eco class.
He skipped happily onto the slightly crowded hallway to where Blaine texted to him during class. Imagining Blaine's sweet, loving smile when he gave him the cupcakes and a little peck on the lips, Kurt couldn't help but flail a little inside. Months ago, who would've imagine he would skipping around the hallway, going to see his boyfriend without anyone slurring 'fag' to his face or slamming him into the rows of lockers that left him nothing but bruises on his skin and deep wounds in his heart? If he didn't know what love was before, he knew it now.
He reached the entrance to the juniors' common room—slowly poking his head through colossal Victorian door with a circular fanlight window cut overhead that made him think he was in some kind of old British movies.
"…Blaine?" he called out. Receiving no response, he looked around common room that was filled with an unusual number of students either studying their ass off for midterm or simply relaxing, chatting with their friends.
There was a loud shriek at the ride side of the room, with a following slap that sounded like rolled up magazine.
"What was that for, you asshole?"
Kurt turned around to find Wes, who was rubbing his head wincing, Blaine, who was holding a thick, rolled up Vogue on his hand, his face slightly pink and his eyebrows furrowed, and David, who simply chose to ignore the embarrassment that were his friends.
"Blaine!"
Hearing his name, Blaine turned to see Kurt—his adorable, ADORABLE boyfriend—hopping towards him with a giant smile on his face and his hands hidden behind his back. His face immediately relaxed into a smile.
"Hi baby, how was class?" he asked, getting up from his seat.
"Guess what I did in class?" Kurt's eyes sparkled. "Guess!"
"Hi, Kurt." Wes interrupted.
"I don't know….did you learn how to make cookies?" guessed Blaine, the two ignoring Wes's attempt at greeting.
Kurt's face deflated. "I knew how to make cookies since I was five, stupid. Guess again."
Blaine furrowed his eyebrows deeper in concentration. "Did you learn how to be even more adorable than ever?" He grinned.
"No! I made cupcakes!" exclaimed Kurt. Holding out the container that held two red velvet cupcakes and one vanilla, Kurt handed the velvet cupcake to Blaine, who took a bite with his mouth.
"Kurt, can I ha….." Wes started.
"Kort….woo arah gewuus bawkurh!" (Kurt…you're a genius baker!) With his mouth full, Blaine took the container out of Kurt's hands and put them down on the table. He embraced Kurt around his waist and snuggled his nose at the side of his neck, slowly inhaling that delicious scent of vanilla in his hair. "I love it. Thanks."
Kurt put his arms around Blaine's neck and hugged back, quickly pecked on his ears, giggling. Wes made a face at the scene.
For the first time ever since Kurt came in, David looked up from his textbook, glancing at the cupcakes at the side of the sofa he was sitting on. "Kurt, can I have one of those cupcakes?"
"Yeah, go ahead." Said Kurt, without even bothering to look away from Blaine.
"Wh-what? Kurt! Give me one!" Wes reached out for the cupcakes.
Blaine, as quick as ever, unlocked his hands from the embrace, turning back and slamming his left hand on the container to swat away Wes's desperate hand—his other arm still around Kurt's hips.
"What the holy mother hell, Blaine? I want a cupcake!"
"No cupcakes for you until you explain to me why you told the others Kurt and I are going to Adam's secret Warblers' party."
"Because…. it'll be fun!"
Kurt frowned, "Adam's throwing a party? Wait, who's Adam?"
"He's the dark haired sophomore." explained Blaine.
Kurt frowned in thought.
"You know…the one that always stand on the left side of me? About…this tall?" Kurt shook his head. "Never mind, I'll show him to you when we get the chance."
"Wait, so you guys are going?" Wes asked. "You guys have to go, though. Warblers are required!"
David gave him a confused look at which Wes silently answered with a quick glare. Shush, he thought aloud.
Before Blaine can rebuke him for even suggesting such a dirty, obscene event, Kurt nodded. "Sure, we'll be there." Blaine looked surprised.
"But- Kurt, you have no idea what kind of person Adam is. He drinks alcohol like water, makes out with everyone in the room before the midnight, and flirt with every single living thing on earth. The last time he hosted a party, at least four people threw up on each other and every booze in his dad's alcohol cabinet was emptied out within an hour. "
"Oh, he can't be worse than Puck. I can handle a small party." He smiled, swaying lightly on his hips, flirtatiously tapping Blaine's nose with his index finger. "With you, I'll be okay."
David and Wes could see Blaine's face reddening—his ear incredibly pink. Blaine grabbed his shoulders and turned him around so that Kurt's back was against him, putting his arms around Kurt's waist once again and moving them to an empty spot on the sofa across from where David was sitting. Blaine seated himself first so that Kurt was sitting on his lap, stuffing his face on Kurt's rather broad shoulders, his forehead brushing slightly on the end of his boyfriend's chestnut hair. They stayed that way for a while, regardless of few students' judging glances.
David and Wes felt warm in their hearts—the couple has come a long way since the beginning of their relationship; especially Kurt, who used to flat out reject Blaine's public affections when they had just started dating. Blaine didn't mind showing off their new relationship to others while Kurt liked to keep it as private as they could. It wasn't much the fear that prevented Kurt from dating so publicly; rather, it was the sense of intimacy which the two shared that Kurt wanted to keep only for himself and Blaine.
"So—" Wes chimed in. "Can I have a cupcake?"
Kurt laughed, "Yes, you can have a cupcake." Turning back to Blaine, he said, "Hey babe, I promised to call Finn back when class was over. Something about Rachel and glee club and Quinn threatening to quit—again," He sighed, "I'll be right back."
Blaine nodded, kissing his nose sweetly before releasing him from his embrace. Kurt grabbed his cell phone and walked out of the room.
As soon as he walked out, Blaine stood up to face Wes, his goofy smile spreading all over his face.
"Look at him being adorable. Isn't he amazing?" He murmured, his eyes still set on where Kurt disappeared into.
"Yes, Blaine, he is just a-dor-able.I can't stand it, he's like one of those Precious Moments dolls." deadpanned Wes.
"Haha, funny. It's your problem that you can't see how flawless my boyfriend is."
Wes rolled his eyes. "Can we move on, please? We need to start planning for the party."
"Oh, I'm sorry," said Blaine, sounding not very sorry, "What do we need planning for?"
Because kids are whores these days, thought Wes, rolling his eyes before speaking, "This is what we need to prepare for the party..."
To be continued…..
In the next chapter: Who is Adam? And why is Blaine acting uncharacteristically jealous? Why is Wes uncharacteristically friendly? Finn, what are you doing?