Blaine fidgetted through the rest of his classes, eager for the day to be over so that he could go to see Kurt. He also wanted to see what the Glee club really did.
As he walked down the hall after the final bell, going against the crowd he felt excited. He couldn't remember the last time that he had been excited about school. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had friends to be excited about. He was worried that moving to a small town would be terrible, but so far it had been the best thing to happen to him since Marie.
"Hi, Blaine! It's great to have you back." Mr. Schu greeted him warmly as he walked through the door smiling.
"Over here, Blaine!" Mercedes waved her hand to get his attention from across the room, patting the seat between her and Kurt. He gave a small wave back and headed to sit down with them.
Blaine mostly observed and nodded along as they discussed meetings and practices as well as upcoming school performances and competitions. He hadn't realized that the Glee club was such a big deal.
They went around the group taking suggestions for songs and themes, focusing on both the year's major musical production and sectionals. Everyone complained back and forth as suggestions for the musical were thrown around. It had either been done before or no one wanted to do it, there seemed to be no middle ground.
"What if we did them all?" Blaine mused in between the arguing, making everyone halt what they were saying.
"...That doesn't even make sense, how can we do them all?" Santana was the first to speak, annoyance in her voice.
Blaine was about to just say to forget it, it was a dumb idea, when Kurt jumped in. "You mean like a crossover?"
He nodded, "Yeah, you just have to find a way to blend the stories together."
Kurt was on the vibe immediately, knowing exacyly what Blaine was talking about. "Maybe have it start out like the Wizard of Oz, but instead of Oz, the main character is whisked away to some place way more weird, full of musicals and all sorts of characters."
"I think you guys might be on to something..." Mr. Schu nodded, liking the creativity and fresh ideas they were throwing out. "What do you guys think?"
Mostly, people weren't impressed, but didn't have anything bad to say, so that was a good thing. "How about you guys work on that, come up with an outline and some more ideas and we can decide when we know a little more about it?"
Blaine looked over to Kurt, beyond happy to get to spend even more time with him. "I think we can do that?" He wanted to make sure he wasn't being an imposition on Kurt.
"Definitely." Kurt beamed, excited to get to write a musical that was put together from all of his favourite musicals, and to do it all with Blaine was even better.
They all went around coming up with songs for the next week before Mr. Schu dismissed them.
"We can work on that project at my place if you'd like?" Blaine took a deep breath, having never invited anyone over before. He got nervous right after he'd said it. "I mean, it's kind of sudden and you probably already have plans..."
"Actually, I don't have anything going on. Since Finn's moved in, he's taken over most of my work at the shop. He really likes working on cars. Let me just give my dad a call." Kurt couldn't help but laught at him a little, he really was adorable.
Blaine took the opportunity to call his mom as they walked out. "Hey, is it okay if I bring a friend over?" He tried to play it cool since Kurt was right there, but his mom wasn't making it easy.
"Is it Kurt? It is!" She gushed, purposely going overboard. Blaine just played it off, his half of the conversation being calm and collected.
"Yeah, thanks, mom. See you in a few."
"Oh my god, Kurt's coming over!" He could hear her shouting to no one, making him laugh really hard.
He noticed that Kurt was looking at him with a weird expression. "Um... My mom's kind of weird." Thankfully, Kurt was laughing at him laughing, having not heard what his mom had said.
"Ooookay..." They both laughed a little as Blaine tried to explain where he lived. "Can you just text me the address really quickly, I need to stop for gas anyway, but I can meet you right after."
"Sure." He handed Kurt his phone, letting the numbers be punched in by delicate fingers. He texted the address before he left the parking lot, glad to have a little bit of a head start.
"Mom!" He yelled as he ran in the door. She came bursting around the corner with a big smile on her face that fell quickly.
"Where's Kurt?" He could at least be thankful that she looked like a normal person.
"He's stopping to get gas, I just wanted to talk to you for a minute before he gets here." He hung his bag on a hook by the door and slipped his shoes off as he spoke.
"I'm not going to embarrass you, honey." She would mess with him on the phone and when they were alone, but she didn't want to be that mom that ruined their kids' social life.
"I know, I know. It's just... I really like him and I was wondering if maybe we could have a little privacy..." He bit his lip, not wanting it to seem like he wanted to get rid of her, but he really did want to get rid of her.
As she opened her mouth, the door bell rang, making them both jump. She smiled and walked over, opening the door for Kurt. "Hi, you must be Kurt! Come on in." She stepped aside, letting him past. "I'm Marie, it's nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too." Kurt smiled politely, a little surprised and caught off guard.
She reached past him, grabbing a light sweater off of the hook. "Sorry, I've got to be going so quickly, but it's girl's night and the movie starts at 5. You guys can order whatever you'd like if you want dinner, I'll be back in a few hours!"
"Bye, mom!" Blaine shut the door behind her, promising to remember to get her the world's greatest birthday gift for that.
"You can take your shoes off if you'd like." Blaine walked them through the living room after pulling a notebook from his bag to take notes. "Do you want a drink?"
He got a water for Kurt and an orange cream soda for himself. They sat on the couch for a moment, the silence a little weird. "So, your mom seems really nice." Kurt tried to break the silence.
"I'm adopted. If you're wondering." Blaine didn't have any problem telling people about it, but didn't go out of his way to mention it. He'd glearned to recognize the look people got when they saw him and his mother together. It wasn't mean, it was just confused.
From a distance, they could definitely be related, both having black hair and lightly tanned skin. Up close, you could see Marie's distinctly Asian features that set her and Blaine apart.
"Oh." Kurt didn't really know what to say. "Sorry, I didn't mean..."
"It's okay. It throws people off sometimes." Blaine smiled at him, honestly not bothered. Marie was the best mom in the world, nothing anyone said or did could ever bother him about their relationship.
"How old were you?" Kurt didn't know why, but he was really interested in learning more about Blaine.
"11." Blaine wasn't sure why he felt comfortable opening up to Kurt, but he did.
"Wow, so you guys haven't been together for long, huh?"
"Seems like forever." Blaine sank back on the couch, propping his feet up on the table.
Kurt leaned back, pulling his legs up underneath him. "What about your real parents?" He didn't mean to pry, but he was curious.
Blaine was hesitant to answer that question, not wanting to scare Kurt away. He paused for a moment, "They're dead. Since I was 8."
Kurt propped his head on his hand, his elbow resting on the back of the couch as he leaned in. "Sorry."
"It's okay. It's been a while, so it's not so bad anymore." Blaine had lived half of his life without his family, he was as numb to it as he was going to get.
"My mom died when I was 8." Blaine looked over at him, realizing that they both had something in common that no one else really understood. He got the feeling that Kurt had also been through a lot in his life. Maybe that was why he felt so at ease around Kurt.
"We should get to work!" Blaine wanted to lighten the mood before they got too deep into their pasts. Talking about the past made him nervous.
They sat for a long time, throwing around ideas and characters and ways to make them all blend together. Blaine got up to act out a scene he was unable to describe and Kurt was rolling on the couch laughing at him. "Stop! Stop, my stomach is cramping!" He had to yell as he buried his face in the cushions, trying to stop laughing so hard.
Blaine couldn't stay in character, laughing at how hard Kurt was laughing. He threw himself on the couch next to the smaller boy, trying to catch his breath. Kurt had finally slowed down, rolling onto his back, wiping away tears.
Blaine coughed a little, frozen as Kurt rolled over. His cheeks were red and his eyes were glossy and his hair was just disheveled enough to still look good. They sat in silence for a moment before Blaine propped himself up on his knees and leaned over the brunette. The cushions gave just enough to let the two sink together the tiniest bit.
Blaine had no idea what he was doing, moving purely on instinct. He waited for a sign that Kurt wanted him to go away, but they just stared. He leaned in, slowly and unsuredly, taking a deep breath.
Kurt raised his head to meet Blaine's lips as both of their eyes fluttered closed. The kiss was chaste and simple, but it was a first for both. Blaine hesitantly moved his hand to brush Kurt's cheek as he pulled away.
Kurt was almost too stunned to smile, but managed it somehow. His hand moved to grip Blaine's shirt, tugging him back down.
They kissed again, longer and slower than before, neither as afraid of the consequences. As their lips were locked, Blaine got lost in thought. Kurt's skin was so soft and pale and perfect. He was so sweet and delicate and innocent. Blaine's fingers ran down Kurt's cheek, taking in the feeling.
He moved down to Kurt's neck, fingertips treading lightly across the smooth skin. Blaine wondered for a moment what would happen if he wrapped his fingers around Kurt's neck and squeezed.
He felt a quiver move through his spine at the thought. He knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end, to be the weak victim. The thought of being the person in charge, the one that takes control and does whatever they want, it made him shiver.
He moved his hand away as he slowly pulled back from the kiss, looking down at the boy below him. Kurt seemed so feminine and pristine and weak. Blaine was dirty and calloused and strong. He didn't used to be strong, but he had grown a lot.
He shook his head a little, he would never hurt Kurt; he shouldn't even be thinking about something like that. He squeezed the cushion, trying to get a grip on his thoughts.
-TBC-
