Keep my Heart: Chapter Three
Blaine's P.O.V
I'd raced back to the house as fast as I could. I flew through the door and lurched to a halt at the welcome mat inside. "Yes! Yes! YES!" I shouted in exhilaration. So maybe we didn't kiss and share a cosmic moment. But he'd reached out and touched my face with his perfect hands.
"Did you get some Blaine?" David asked as he opened the door waggling his eyebrows. Instant mood kill.
"No, you vulgar thing," I sneered. In the next second Miles and Wes shot down the stairs at a speed impossible for human eyes to catch.
"Well come on then!" Wes gushed. "I want to hear some juicy Klaine gossip!" Everyone was silent.
"Klaine...," Miles stated. I stepped into the house and closed the door behind me.
"What on earth is Klaine Wes?" I said while shrugging off my jacket. Wes bounced up and down on the balls of his feet looking like a small boy on Christmas morning.
"It's a mix of Kurt and Blaine it's your couple name!" I seriously then contemplated the sanity of Wesley. No one really said anything for the next few minutes.
"Dude...," David began, "you totally just rhymed what you said." My friends are idiots. I slipped off my shoes and made my way up the stairs praying that everyone would just forget about this so that I could be by myself in Kurt fantasy land.
"Woah, woah, woah, not so fast there mister," David exclaimed while dragging me down the stairs, to what I assumed would be the couch.
In the next few minutes everyone was circled around me. Miles lying on the floor, Wes and David curled up together on the couch with me.
"Details man," Wes said forcefully. "I don't care if you're our leader I will suck you dry if I don't hear some good details." I sighed, knowing I was not getting out of this one.
"Well," I started, "after you guys left he started singing along to his C.D. and...," I paused as I remembered him singing. When I started smiling all of them but Miles badgered me to keep going. "And god guys can he sing."
David laughed at my love struck state while Wes just beamed. "He probably sounded like an angel," Wes crooned. "I'd expect nothing less from a thing like him." I smiled back at Wes. He understood what I was going through. He literally prayed to the ground on which David walked, even if David was sometimes oblivious to it.
"He can also dance," I continued on excitedly. "But there's something bad. There was apparently someone named Kevin who he was going to move in with that was an absolute jerk." All three of them frowned and then on cue,
"BOO!" They all shouted. Okay, I admit my friends are actually pretty darn awesome.
"Dude, that totally sucks!" Wes shouted. Miles nodded in agreement.
"We need to find that ass."
"Hold up guys," I laughed, "but what happened after was the best." All three of them leaned in with eager faces.
"He likes me," I stated waiting for the cheers but nothing followed.
"Okay Blaine you mean you can assume that...," Miles started.
"No guys," I said still a bit giddy, "I mean he actually said it out loud to himself. That I was, quote, "A hundred times better than Kevin, nice and intelligent."
"Good on you man," Wes said while stretching his legs out on the sofa. David gave me a thumbs up while Miles just frowned. Oh well, I didn't know what his problem was, it sure as hell wasn't stopping me from being the happiest man alive though.
Now I just had to go through the embarrassing part. "After he said that though," I stopped and braced myself for the laughter, "I kind of...fell out of the tree." Everything went silent, literally everything. I'm not exactly sure who cracked first but soon all three of them were laughing impossibly loud while I just sat there reliving the moment where Kurt had come running down the stairs and put his hand on my head.
"Sounds like you had on hell of a night there bro," David exclaimed.
"Yeah," I said breathlessly and a bit dreamy.
"Man you are so gone," Wes laughed.
"Speaking of gone," David fake yawned (since we never got tired) twisting himself around from his position in Wes's lap, "I'm tired let's go to bed."
"Okay," Wes smiled gently at him and literally carried him up the stairs while Miles and I cringed.
"So...," Miles said rather awkwardly after they'd left.
"Sorry, I'm kind of out of it," I smiled. Miles shook some of his wavy blonde hair from his eyes and sighed.
"Blaine do you really think it's going to work between you and Kurt?" My stomach instantly dropped.
"What do you mean? Of course it's going to work. I love him Miles. I would do anything, anything, to make him happy." Miles just grunted and stared back at me with a degrading look.
"Honestly Blaine, you're supposed to be the smart one. Kurt, whether you like it or not, is a human, he's going to die. Are you really selfish enough to take away his life? Make him into a horrible blood sucking creature?" I growled. Miles had been stepping across the boundary line of my temper all evening.
"What is your problem Miles? I'm not taking away his life. If he grows to love me as I love him then he should have no problem with being a vampire, so that we can be together forever. And if he doesn't want to become like us then I wouldn't change him."
"Do you really think so Blaine? I think you're too soft for that." I got up off the couch and just decided to walk away. Miles was going through one of his many annoying mood swings.
"I'll just let you think what you want Mile's," I said from the hallway. "But Kurt and I will be happy I'll make sure of that. And nothing is going to stop us."
My feet clunked up the stairs slowly one by one. Great, my mood was now killed, stupid Miles with his stupid illogical reasoning. I wanted to knock on Wes's door and ask him for advice, like I always do in these situations. But my mind seemed to shrink away at the thought of what he and David were doing at the moment.
I swung open the door to my room and the curtains flew up in the breeze. Plopping down on my navy blue bed sheets I wondered idly if what Miles had said was true. What if Kurt didn't want to become a vampire? Would I really have the restraint to watch him grow old and die?
I shook my head at the thought. No. This would work. My eyes wandered once more to the window. For the first time in my life I couldn't wait for the sun to rise so that I could go back to school. Go back to seeing him.
Kurt's P.O.V
I took my usual seat this morning at school. I'd always gotten here half an hour early for every class and today was no exception. Blaine always seemed to run late though, which always made those thirty minutes seem like thirty days.
Blaine and I had what most would call a very close teacher student relationship. I swear all those times I went up to his desk to ask about a "question" in the text book I really was stuck on the problem in our book. Okay, so maybe that's a little bit of a white lie.
But can you blame me for losing my darn focus all the time? Every time our eyes met all I could think about was the way he held my face that night he'd fallen from the tree. That sounds really weird. I'd tried to ask him what he was doing up in the tree the next day after class. But I wasn't going to get a reasonable answer.
Today was like any other day in Theatre class. I was sitting at my table with one hand holding up my head, staring dreamily at Blaine. It was probably inappropriate that I was thinking about a teacher like this but who cared? Not Blaine, that was for sure. Sometimes I even caught him staring at me with the exact same look.
I was dragged away from my day dreaming when someone, a guy, whispered right beside me,
"Hey, we've been sitting beside each other for, like, two days now and I don't even know you're name. I'm Dave," he said gruffly but cheerfully. I turned slightly to look at the boy, if you could really even call him a boy. He was huge.
He had broad shoulders and a bit of a chubby face. He had crazy side burns that made him look a bit wild.
"Dave Karofsky," He continued.
"I'm Kurt Hummel," I replied extending my own hand. He seemed like a nice guy. Sure a bit scary looking at first but his general attitude made up for it.
"What about this class? I can't believe I'm actually in here studying theatre! I was supposed to get a full blown scholarship for football," he stated rather loudly. I quickly glanced up at Blaine to see if he'd heard anything. If he had his face showed no sign of it.
"Why are you here then," I quietly said, "if you don't like theatre, I mean." Dave sighed and put his feet on the desk.
"I was a bit of an animal. I liked to party and one night I got a little too crazy and lit a cop car on fire." I didn't even try to hold back my shock. My mouth fell wide open.
"You did what?" I squeaked.
"You heard me babe," he said. Babe? Since when did I become his babe? I was getting slightly uncomfortable. My eyes wandered to where Blaine was at his desk. His eyes held onto mine as Dave continued to blab. I really didn't want him getting the wrong idea. I really liked Blaine.
I was not about to become Dave's "babe".
"And then the car was all, like whoosh! And my buddies and me were in the back seat wolf howling OW OW AWWOOOH!"
"Mister Karofsky," Blaine said slightly annoyed. "Would you mind keeping the wolf howling in my class room to a minimum? There are people here trying to work." Dave sank down in his seat a little bit and went on to take some notes.
I looked down in my lap, ashamed for causing a commotion.
"Kurt," Blaine said a bit forcefully, "can you come up to my desk for a moment?" Crap, I thought. Not even a week in and I'm already in trouble.
I slowly got up out of my chair and trudged to where he was sitting. "I'm sorry-," I started to say.
"Is he bothering you?" Blaine interrupted. I looked up at him for a few minutes, kind of forgetting that he'd just said something. I'd give anything to have Blaine sitting next to me instead of Dave.
"What," I asked, still slightly dreamy. He chuckled and smiled.
"Is Dave bothering you? We can move him somewhere else in the class if that's the case." It kind of looked like Blaine would prefer he sit somewhere else.
"No that's okay," I said maybe a bit too quickly. Blaine slightly frowned and for a very frightening moment I was reminded of Kevin, the way he would react when something displeased him.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry – I just ... I don't want Dave to get in any trouble. It was partially my fault he was talking," I said slightly panicky. Hazel eyes looked at me in worry and disbelief.
"Kurt," he said softly, I'm guessing since there were other students in the class, "I'm not angry at you. I was just worried that maybe you were uncomfortable since Karofsky called you "Babe"," he sneered the last word.
"You heard that?" I asked in defeat. I was already going to have a hard enough time trying to confess my love to a teacher. The last thing I needed was for him to think I was interested in a beast like Dave.
"Yeah," he replied grudgingly. "Don't worry though we can move you."
"That would be nice," I said shyly.
"Don't worry about it," he smiled back. Before I really knew what was happening he grabbed my hand. His fingers, just as I remembered them from before, were cool. "Also Kurt," he said leaning in closer, "do you want to come and get coffee with me after class?"
Mind blank. Did he just ask me on a date? Maybe I was just imagining things. And had he really just flirted openly with me in front of the entire class? They obviously couldn't hear what he'd said but they would definitely be able to see my hands in his.
I stole a quick peek at Dave who was staring me down intensely. The look sent shivers down my spine... But back to the absolute fuzzy feeling I was experiencing.
"Of course," I said a bit breathlessly. How on earth would I be able to reject someone so beautiful? I reluctantly took my hands away from his and almost tap danced to my chair. Thankfully I had the strength not to do just that because I would have looked ridiculous.
I looked at my watch; the hands seemed to be ticking slower than usual. I was so excited about getting coffee with Blaine after class that forgot to be nervous.