Chapter three here we go! I hope you guys have enjoyed so far and continue to!
Oh and if you haven't seen i still can't think of a title for this story! It's killing me!! So honestly if anyone has any suggestions i'm all ears… or… eyes i guess. So yea…
As Kurt pulled up to a red light he decided that he should not spend the whole morning thinking about someone he has only had one conversation with. Instead he decided to go to his ipod and turn on his "Morning Gaga" playlist, to keep his mind off of things. Right as he was putting his phone back down and his music started to play again he heard a honk come from behind him, he looked up and realized that the light was green. He waved to the frustrated driver behind him in apology and continued his drive to work, this time without thinking about Blaine.
He walked into work 15 minutes later singing gaga and smiled at his coworkers warmly. They were so used to his random outbursts of song that they just laughed and waved at him as he walked in, continuing to help their regular early morning customers as he went into the back room.
The back room was smaller than he wanted it to be, but it suited the needs of the store and that's all he really wanted. His old store had had such a small space for inventory that it drove everyone mad, even when he was a barista it drove him up the wall.
He clocked in and put on his black apron and prepared himself for the day ahead of him. He peeked his head out from the back door that was right next to the bar and called out to one of the baristas working.
"Hey Shelly, is there anything you need on bar before I come out?"
"Hi Kurt!", the perky blonde responded, always happy to see him. They had a good relationship and Kurt secretly hoped that she wasn't planning on leaving any time soon. "Can you get me some grande hot lids, grande iced flat lids, and some more vanilla from the back?"
He was already turned on his heels and yelled out an "On it!" before he turned to the back to get the girl the supplies he needed her.
Blaine pulled into the parking garage of the building that he had grown to despise. He got out of his car with his briefcase that contained the files he needed for the day that he had previously taken home in one hand, and his laptop in the other hand. He triple checked his suit pockets for his keys, wallet, phone, and his headphones and got into the elevator to go up to his floor.
As he stepped off of the elevator he saw the sign he knew all too well that read, "Anderson Law" and walked down the halls to his office as inconspicuous as possible, as to not be seen by his father, he couldn't deal with him just yet. He smiled to the one friend he had made at his firm since starting, Angela, in greeting before slipping into his office unseen.
He was able to get five minutes of peace to himself and set up his laptop and got to work before his dad barged into the room unannounced.
"Have you got those files for the Michelson case finished for me? Or is it going to take you longer, as per usual?"
He could tell his father wanted him to need more time on it, just so he could add that to the reasoning for the 'as per usual' part of his daily harassment speech. Even though Blaine turned in his work early or on time 9/10 times, he always liked to do a good, thorough job though, so he usually found himself double checking and sometimes triple checking his work for anything his dad could accuse him of being an idiot for.
He dug into his briefcase and presented his father with the files he was asking for, completed, highlighted, and categorized, without saying a word to him. He just wanted him to leave his office so he could get as much work done as possible before having to head home and repeat the grueling process over again.
His father seemed satisfied enough with his work that he left his office, closing the door behind him without saying anything else. Blaine hated that after all of these years his father was still able to get so under his skin, he thought he would be used to this by now, even though no child should be used to it.
Blaine had come out at the age of 15 to his family, he first came out to his brother and arguably his best friend, Cooper. Cooper had supported him all the way and was glad his brother trusted him enough to tell him first. Their father however, had not taken it as well as Cooper, in fact he had been furious. He started swearing up and down at Blaine and blaming him as if it was his own choice, and he was just trying to upset his father.
In an attempt to get on his father's good side, after graduating Dalton Academy, where he had gone to high school, he decided to attend law school. He had gotten into Harvard Law, and while his mother and brother were incredibly proud of him, his father found it difficult to even congratulate him because he was gay. Blaine never even wanted to be an attorney, he had always wanted to be an artist. One of the few things he did outside of work was paint in his apartment, he had a room dedicated to just his artwork.
Even though he felt as though he never needed the approval of his father, the only reason he kept working at the job he hated was because he wanted the approval of him, he wanted to feel loved by someone other than his brother and sister and law, and occasionally his mother.
He dug his headphones out of his pocket and plugged them into his laptop, he turned on his spotify playlist which consisted of Katy Perry, Mumford and Sons, Eminem, Britney Spears, Arctic Monkeys, and the occasional Lady Gaga song. He called it his work playlist but he listened to it pretty much all the time anyway. He set off to work on a new case that was piled on to his desk waiting for him when he arrived, and got lost in his work.
Before he knew it he was packing his stuff up at the end of the day, exhausted. Angela had brought him his favorite lunch, assuming that he was going to be working through most of the day and was going to forget about eating again. She had stayed with him to keep him company while they ate, and it had reminded again how much he appreciated her friendship. He hadn't made a lot of friends since moving back to chicago, his best friends were Cooper, Cooper's wife Elizabeth, and Angela, and of course Charlie. Charlie was his number one.
As he was going back down the elevator and getting into his car he reminded himself to call Cooper so he could talk to Charlie. Every time he got to talk to that boy it cheered him up, even after a particularly bad day.
Blaine plugged his phone into his car and setup the bluetooth speakerphone so that he could call the family on his way back to his apartment. After a few rings he was able to get ahold of them.
"Hi uncle Blaine!!", Charlie yelled from the other side.
Blaine laughed, not expecting to hear his nephews voice when calling Coopers phone, but he patiently let Charlie talk his head off about his first day back at school. He kept on talking about some boy named Elliot, and he could have sworn he had heard that name before but couldn't figure out where. By the end of Charlie talking about his new best friend, the thought occurred to Blaine, Elliot, or Eli, was Kurt's son.
After what felt like an eternity to Blaine but only a couple of minutes to Charlie, Cooper grabbed the phone from his son and told him to go get ready for bed.
"Sorry about that, this is the most hyper i've ever seen him about school."
"I'm just glad he's happy about school, and that he was happy enough to tell me about it without me asking him. Nothing to apologize for." Blaine replied to his brother, confused why he was apologizing in the first place.
"He says there's this boy named Elliot, they are already friends apparently." Cooper sounded astounded, but happy nonetheless.
"Yea so i've been told, I actually met Elliot's dad before I took Charlie to class, his name is Kurt."
"Why does it sound like you're already in love with him?" Cooper laughed down the line, obviously noticing how Blaine had gone googly eyed at the mystery man.
"What are you talking about?" Blaine asked, defensively, surely there was no way his brother new he was thinking about him.
"I'm talking about the fact that you're thinking about him but trying not to think about him because you only met him today and don't want to get ahead of yourself because you think he is either straight since he has a kid."
"Fuck.." Blaine muttered under his breath, obviously not quiet enough for it to go unnoticed by his brother.
"Ha! I got you brother, and if you want to see him again, I'll find another time for you to drop of Charlie and maybe you can run into your mystery crush to find more out about him. Hmm?"
Blaine hated when Cooper got like this, sure he had been single for a long time, and maybe he hadn't had a serious relationship like… ever. But that didn't mean he wasn't able to find a guy perfectly fine, he didn't need his brothers help. He knew how to deal with his brother when he was like this so he just indulged him for now.
"Alright Coop, if you ever need Charlie to be dropped off let me know and I'll take him."
"Will do brother, I'm gonna go, gotta go help the little booger get ready for bed and read him his story."
"Alright Cooper, tell Liz I say hi and bye."
"Talk to you later."
"Cya Coop."
Blaine turned off his speaker and his playlist started playing again, landing on "Little Lion Man" by Mumford and Sons.
Blaine started singing along to the song that he knew so well on his way home, and distracted himself from the thoughts that were plaguing the back of his mind.
But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?
Didn't I, my dear?
He pulled into a parking spot across the street from his apartment building, grabbed his laptop and briefcase, and headed inside. He sighed and leaned his head back on his door as he closed it and slid down it. With his head in his hands he started crying, and he had no idea why.
He pulled himself up after a couple of minutes, forced himself to shower, and got into his pyjamas. Or, a pair of old basketball shorts and a loose t-shirt. He climbed into bed and turned his music on again, falling asleep to the tunes of Katy Perry, exhausted and with no desire to do anything else for the night.
Hey guys! I know this chapter focused pretty heavily on Blaines side of the story but it was just kind of how I wanted it to go. I don't really outline these before i do them, i just write as i feel, and honestly i like where this is going. To make up for the lack of Kurt and Eli in this chapter, i'm going to begin with their POV in the next one.
Just an FYI even though it was mentioned i want to say how great of a song "Little Lion Man" is and i highly suggest looking it up, it's on spotify and youtube and stuff so yea listen to that. Punk Goes Pop also did a REALLY good cover of it so if you're into them i suggest giving their rendition a listen to.
Sorry for the super long author's note, as always i hope you enjoyed. Let me know what you think.