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I'm sorry I was late with uploading this chapter I just got very busy…
Still that's no excuse to keep you all waiting.
Before we continue, I just want to mention that I changed the name from "I'm Not Gonna Teach Him How To Dance With You" to "How To Dance".
The reason behind this is I saw another Klaine fic with the same title and didn't want to confuse anyone. Also, the new title is quicker to type ;D
I dunno when I'll update again… I only have one more week of school, though, so after that the updates should be quicker.
Now that's over, BRING ON THE KLAINE.
Chapter 3 – Oh, Why Can't You See?
The following Friday, Blaine paid Kurt another surprise visit. At 6 o'clock Blaine knocked on the Hummel-Hudson household's front door, armed with diet coke, Kurt's favourite drink. Kurt answered the door, rosy cheeked, messy haired and with his shirt on back to front. Blaine received a playful slap on the arm for letting out a slight chuckle at the boy's flustered state.
Kurt quickly pulled Blaine inside the house, poking his head outside looking from left to right. Blaine smiled as he realised that Kurt was checking to make sure no one else had seen him in what Kurt would classify as a less than perfect state. However, Blaine thought that Kurt looked just as beautiful as ever and the backwards shirt really was rather adorable. Obviously, he didn't say this though. That would be overstepping the friend line.
"What do I owe the pleasure, Mr Anderson," Kurt asked coyly, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it. From this position, slouched against the door, Blaine was slightly taller so Kurt had to look up at him. It really wasn't Kurt's fault that this meant he had to look up through his eyelashes in what was a very provocative manner. It really was not intentional.
Blaine felt the blood rush to his cheeks as he was subjected to Kurt's burning gaze. Did Kurt honestly not know what he was doing to him? Blaine swallowed quietly, trying to lessen the thickness in his throat so his voice wouldn't sound too husky.
"Just thought I'd stop by for a quick visit," his voice was only a fraction deeper than usual and he awarded himself with an internal high-five.
Kurt suddenly bounced away from the door, skipping towards the stairs. He turned his back to the staircase, beckoning Blaine to follow by crooking his finger. Blaine took a hazy step forward and followed Kurt down the stairs. Kurt smiled and turned back around so he could watch where he was going.
"You can help me get ready for my date with Nick," Kurt called over his shoulder.
Blaine's step faltered slightly. This was most definitely not something Blaine wanted to do. It felt like every time he tried to spend time with Kurt, the boy who he was in love with, he was helping the other boy with his relationship. This surely couldn't be healthy.
Still, he was so far into this, helping Kurt out with his pre-date preparations couldn't be all that bad.
"Why, it would be my pleasure, Mr Hummel," Blaine said, falling easily into his dapper façade.
"Good. I simply cannot decide on a top. We're going to Breadstix, so I don't need to be too dressy, but I want to look good for Nick," Kurt gushed, animatedly. He sprung over to his extensive wardrobe and began to pull out a variety of different shirts in many styles and colours.
Blaine rested on Kurt's bed, looking on amusedly, and drawled lazily "You're very excitable today, Kurt."
The other boy barely looked up from the shirts in his hands when replying, "Why wouldn't I be? I've got a date with my boyfriend, tonight. This makes me happy."
It was impossible to withhold the dejection that washed over him with that statement. Blaine muttered quietly, "As long as you're happy"
There was a slight look of confusion on Kurt's face as he tried to figure out exactly what that comment meant. Still, he flashed Blaine a quick smile before snatching up his two favourite shirts from the pile of clothing.
"Right, I'm going to try both of these on and then you can decide which one's best. I need to get changed though, so no looking," Kurt supplied jokily. He turned his back to Blaine and removed his back-to-front shirt. Blaine tried his very hardest to unglue his eyes from the newly exposed pale skin of Kurt's back. Blaine hadn't been aware that the back could be such a beautiful thing and he longed to touch that perfect skin. Still, Blaine has raised a gentlemen and he unwillingly averted his eyes from the glorious sight.
After a brief silence, filled only with the quiet rustling of the fabric of the clothing Kurt was putting on, the taller boy abruptly cleared his throat. This caused Blaine to jump slightly, returning his attention and gaze to the other boy. It was just a simple button up shirt. However, Kurt seemed to have this magical ability to make any clothing look amazing. The deep sapphire hue of the shirt contrasted stunningly with his fair, unmarred skin.
Blaine nodded his approval, worried that if he opened his mouth right now he wouldn't be able to make a cohesive sentence. It really was not his fault Kurt was so dazzling all the time.
Kurt turned his back to Blaine once more and began to change his attire again. Blaine was quicker to move his eyes this time, realising it was kind of creepy to stare at someone as they change. Especially when you are meant to be helping this person get ready for a date with another guy. Wallowing in his self-pity, Blaine almost missed Kurt saying he could look up.
As he took in Kurt's new outfit, Blaine gasped audibly. Kurt looked breathtaking. His dark jeans clung desperately to his skin, in such a manner that Blaine had to double-check he wasn't drooling. Kurt's light blue shirt was accompanied by a grey vest. Blaine knew that he really shouldn't find this particular combination so spectacular, but Kurt really was gorgeous.
"Beautiful," Blaine whispered. If he was completely honest, he didn't even register saying anything until Kurt's cheeks heated up.
"You're far too kind," Kurt replied, crossing the room to sit next to Blaine on the bed.
"Don't, Kurt. You look amazing," Blaine reassured.
Ducking his head in embarrassment, Kurt graciously accepted the compliment before quickly changing the subject of conversation. The two boys nattered on about their day and schoolwork for a short while before Blaine remembered something.
"All this talking has made me thirsty," Blaine joked light-heartedly, producing the small bag with two coke cans inside of it. He chuckled slightly as he watched Kurt's eyes grow larger at the prospect of his favourite drink.
"Oh, Blaine! You spoil me," Kurt said, with excitement clear in his voice. Grabbing the can offered to him, Kurt eagerly opened it.
Perhaps a bit too eagerly and the drink fizzed up, erupting from the can like a little fizzy-drink volcano. Kurt, panicked, moved quickly as to avoid getting his outfit covered in the sticky bubbles, squealing ever so slightly as he did so. Blaine jumped back from the mess, not particularly wanting to be covered in coke foam, but laughed heartily at the predicament.
Once the fizz attack stopped, Kurt's flailing came to a halt. Luckily, he had kept his clothing free from fizz. Feeling very pleased with himself, Kurt collapsed back onto the bed next to the still laughing Blaine.
Kurt stared at the other boy disdainfully for a few moments and Blaine tried to control his giggles, feeling judged under Kurt's glare. After a few moments, Kurt finally cracked a smile and started laughing alongside the other boy. They chortled and snorted at the silliness of the situation.
Blaine quieted down slightly, and sat more upright, unabashedly staring at Kurt's laughing face. He noticed a small smudge of foam on Kurt's cheek. He smiled at this, only Kurt could achieve something like that.
"You've got something on you're face," Blaine whispered and reached up with his hand. Resting it gently on the other boy's cheek he tenderly wiped away the coke bubbles. Lingering for perhaps a second too long, Blaine eventually dropped his hand from Kurt's cheek.
Suddenly the atmosphere changed. Their gleeful laughs slowly fading into silence. Not an uncomfortable silence, but there was clearly tension in the room. The space between them seemed to crackle with energy.
They were both leaning into each other, so slowly that neither of the two really noticed it happening as they gazed into the others eyes. The two boys were drawing closer, like there was a magnetic pull. Eyes wide, Blaine noticed how Kurt's azure eyes fluttered shut, his eyelashes brushing gently against his reddened cheeks.
"Kurt," the slightly shorter boy whispered lowly. Blaine had realised how close they were and tilted his head slightly, ready to make contact.
It was at this point that the door burst opened and Nick came barging into the room. The other two boys quickly sprung apart, thoroughly surprised at the interruption. Blaine quickly tried to ensure that he didn't have a guilty expression on his face.
"Sorry, I'm late, Kurt, the traffic was bad and -" Nick stopped talking as he took in the situation. His eyes narrowed for the briefest of seconds and Blaine tensed, ready for a full on attack.
"Oh, hi, Blaine. I didn't know you were going to have company before our date, Kurt," Nick said. Although, his words were accusation he had clearly calculated his tone to keep it out of his voice, simply sounding pleasant. His eyes told a completely different story, glaring at Blaine with distrust as if trying to analyse the situation.
Date. The word echoed throughout Blaine's head. He had gotten so caught up in his time with Kurt that he'd forgotten that detail. That's right, Blaine thought, Kurt and Nick were going on a date. They were going on a date to Breadstix. Breadstix. Blaine would've taken Kurt somewhere nicer than Breadstix.
Blaine's thoughts were interrupted as he realised Kurt was talking.
"I didn't plan to have company. You know how Blaine likes to force his presence on people," Kurt jokingly stated, laughter clear in his voice. It was a nervous laugh, though, and he prayed that neither of the other boys would notice it. How could he let himself get so close to kissing Blaine?, Kurt thought to himself. Blaine who probably doesn't even like Kurt anyway. Gorgeous, Blaine. And even if Blaine did like him that way, he wouldn't kiss him because he was dating Nick. Yes, that's right. Even if he was only dating Nick because he wanted a distraction from Blaine.
"Is a restraining order in need?" Nick asked, laughing slightly. No one was really sure whether they should join in with Nick's laughter because his tone was half serious.
"I should hope not. That'd look terrible on my permanent record," Blaine replied, trying to make the situation a little less tense.
"How did you even get in here?" Kurt questioned, suddenly realising that Nick had just barged into his bedroom.
"Oh, your dad let me in," Nick replied with a huge smile.
"I see," Kurt said, wondering whether he should be thankful for Nick's untimely intervention.
"You look nice, Kurt," Nick complimented. He looked strangely smug. Blaine wondered if this was because he thought Blaine hadn't already complimented Kurt on his beauty.
"Thanks," Kurt responded. He tried not to sound disappointed with the compliment, but it was difficult. When his best friend had called him "Beautiful", he expected a bit more from his boyfriend.
"Well, I'm going to get going. Leave you two to your date," Blaine politely stated, smiling as he said so. It was a fake smile, but he did his very best.
Kurt couldn't help but feel a little bit upset about Blaine departing. This then made him feel guilty because the less time he spent with Blaine meant more time with Nick. His boyfriend. The guy he was meant to spend all his time with.
"I'll see you out," Kurt offered and the pair walked up the stairs in amicable silence. Both of them wanted the stairs to never end, just so they could spend more time with each other before having to face reality and separation at the top.
"Perhaps we should have our dance lessons tomorrow," Kurt suggested as they walked, possibly a bit slower than usual down the corridor.
"Yeah, I don't see why not," Blaine replied. He had not forgotten about the terrible dance sessions that loomed on the horizon. It was not something he was looking forward to.
Kurt kindly opened the front door for Blaine, yet urged him silently to stay just a bit longer. Blaine stepped into the night before turning around to face Kurt.
"Thank you, Kurt," Blaine whispered in departure, and began to walk to his car.
Confusion inhibited Kurt's speech process for a brief moment. Coming back to his senses, Kurt called after the retreating figure, "What for?"
Blaine turned back for just long enough to smile sadly at Kurt, before getting into his car.
Once in the safety and solitude of his car, Blaine answered Kurt's question.
"Thank you, Kurt, for being beautiful, for being brilliant, for just simply being in existence. Yet, I thank you most of all for giving me hope," Blaine murmured, reminiscing of that almost kiss with a calm smile on his face before driving off into the distance.
AN: I would just like to say Lol Blaine perving on Kurt's back. I didn't realise quite how weird that was until after I had written it and I was just like *merp* just roll with it ;D
Just a filler chapter, really…
There will be two more chapters after this(:
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