Howdy all. If you follow my other story, You're A Sight For Sore Eyes To See (why did I make that title so long?) then you'd know that I'm back from my hiatus. I apologize so sincerely for being gone so long! But I'll be regularly updating (hopefully) unless I state otherwise for YASFSETS and possibly for this one too. I'm going to be changing the way i'm writing drastically, because my writing over the course of a year has gotten better in my opinion and yeah sorry about all of that hopefully its not too confusing lol
if you want, listen to bad blood by bastille bc that kinda gets me in the mindset for badboy!blaine
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"Okay guys, now at the fifth measure, we're going to turn and dip our partners."
Why the fuck was he in glee club? Blaine Anderson. In a fucking glee club.
Over the course of his three years of high school, every school he went to had a glee club. Every one of them filled with school rejects and losers who thought they were better than everyone.
He looks begrudgingly over at his dance partner. She's some Asian girl who wears too much eye shadow. As she meets his eyes, she immediately looks away; Blaine laughs at that, a deep satisfaction growing inside of him from the thought that everyone in this club is scared of him.
Well, except for Kurt who is having to dance with a blond headed Cheerio.
"U-uhm, Blaine?" his dance partner mumbles.
Shaking his head out of the daze he immersed himself in, he realizes he forgot to turn and dip his partner. Sighing, he half attempts the dance move.
This really shows it's face once his dance partner is on the floor with a thud.
"Okay, if he doesn't take this seriously then at least put him in the back like the neanderthal he is!"
Blaine's eyes blink open from where they were glazed over towards Kurt's butt and move towards the big-mouthed short girl singing lead.
"You're one to talk, princess. By the look of that wide forehead it seems you're the one who's dragging the knuckles on the ground," he retorts back. Fuck her if she thinks that Blaine is just a neanderthal. It's not like he wanted to join this fucking club anyways.
She hears his comment and immediately allows her eyes to settle on the teacher, "H-He doesn't respect any of us and I feel like we need to talk to Figgins to get him out of this club."
"I don't even want to fucking be here!"
"Blaine," Mr. Schue sighs deeply, rubbing his temples, "no cursing here."
"Clearly I'm not wanted here so maybe it'd be better if I just pretended to be sick on competition days or something, huh? Since I'm such a waste of talent, right?" Blaine scoffs, beginning to walk out of the choir room. His anger fumed as he punched a locker in the middle of the empty hallway. His knuckles were bleeding as he slid to the floor.
"Blaine? Blaine!" He heard Kurt ring, walking out of the choir room and turning his head viciously until his eyes lead on the boy. "Blaine," he sighs, "you've got to at least try with them in there."
"Kurt, I don't think you realize that the only reason that I try with you is because I like you," Blaine snaps.
Kurt develops a blush over his pale face and the look makes him want to smile. It's a shame that this boy has no idea what he does to him.
"I don't see what the point is. They all treat me like shit," he begins, watching as Kurt kicks his feet out from under himself and angles to where he's sitting cross-legged in front of Blaine. "And the choreography is shit. I don't want to dance with Asian Eyeshadow and I don't want to deal with Loud Mouth Lead Singer."
Kurt hums, looking over down to Blaine's hand in which he surprisingly takes into his own. Kurt's hand is soft and warm, and his thumb ghosts over Blaine's palm in a way that reminds him of his mother.
"It takes some getting used to," Blaine began to cut him off but immediately was stopped by Kurt raising his hand up to him, "but I guarantee that you'll end up liking it at some point."
The look on Blaine's face was not convinced, as Kurt probably noticed. "And if you don't do it for yourself, do it for me?" He asked.
Blaine groaned, throwing his head back into the locker behind him and bringing his knees up towards his body. Squeezing Kurt's right hand with his left, he looks over tiredly at the boy and nods his head.
"Alright, I guess. I'll do it for you."
After a long and very dramatic glee club meeting, Blaine gave no hesitation to bolt out of the room once Mr. Schuester had said, "That's it for today, guys. Practice your stuff at home!"
He couldn't wait to get out of the choir room. It smelled of body odor and glue, both separately and simultaneous smelled horrible. Oddly enough, however, most of the members tend to stay in the room for a longer time after class had been dismissed to talk to one another. It threw Blaine for a loop and he didn't care enough to stick around.
He accidentally met up with Kurt in the parking lot, seeing the boy sitting alone on the curve near the student cars.
"What are you doing here all alone?" Blaine asked, joining him by sitting down on the concrete.
"Waiting for Finn to come. He drives me home," Kurt shrugs. "But usually he's either in there with Mr. Schue or kissing Rachel or Quinn or whoever it is this week."
Kurt laughs, the sound making Blaine's heart flutter wildly.
Blaine didn't understand what was going on with his body at the moment; he either had deep rooted feelings for the boy or some sort of horrible gas. Every minute of the day today, Blaine Anderson had thought of the color of Kurt Hummel's eyes, or what color his hair was, or how his voice rings throughout the hallway. The way his laugh gave angels their wings and how his nose scrunched up when he chuckled hard enough. He was totally immersed and interested in this boy and he didn't know what to make of himself.
"Well, we could do that," he flirts, knocking their shoulders together before hearing Kurt laugh. Once he looks over, he notices that his face is ruby red, just like it always is whenever Blaine compliments him.
"Hm, you have to take me on a date first, stud," Kurt jokes, gently raising a corner of his mouth as his eyes skim over Blaine. The look makes him get chills on his body and he suddenly thanks himself for wearing a leather jacket to hide the goosebumps.
A thought pops into Blaine's head and he suddenly jolts upwards, extending a hand out to the guy in front of him. "I can do that."
Kurt stumbles over his words for a minute, clearly not knowing if Blaine was serious or not, "What are you doing?"
"We're going on a date,"
"Blaine, what? No I have to be home soon."
"C'mon, Kurt. Finn is taking his god damn time in there. Just call your dad and tell him you're going out with a," Blaine paused, pressing his tongue in his cheek and then clicking his tongue against his teeth to make a popping sound, "...friend."
Blaine notices Kurt blush once more and grabs a hold of the boys soft and sweet hand. Kurt shoots his dad a quick text and Blaine smiles giddily, unlike anything Kurt had ever seen from him before.
Kurt looks over at the way Blaine concentrates when he drives, watching as his jaw locks into place. His hands are veiny and his jawline is accentuated, and Kurt doesn't realize he's staring until he hears Blaine cough, shooting a knowing look in his direction.
Kurt blushes and looks down at his hands in his lap.
They took Blaine's car. It was a ratty and old pickup truck that had nothing but fast food wrappers in the back of it. It was a mess beyond compare and the seatbelts stuck into their place, Blaine having said that, "they'd never been used before." But nonetheless, the car seemed very Blaine Anderson. It had an odd amount of character that Kurt may never understand, and there was a story behind it that Kurt may never know.
He still didn't know where they were going. He felt bad for telling his dad that he was going to study in the library, but felt that he couldn't have told him who he was hanging out with. Checking his phone every five minutes for a sign of knowing from his father, he began to get anxious. He had no idea where this mysterious boy that he had only met yesterday was taking him and he silently hit himself for getting into the car with an almost stranger.
It wasn't until Blaine grabbed his hand that he even knew the car had stopped. The location, of course, Kurt still hadn't known.
"Can you tell me where we are now?" Kurt insists, only to be met with a finger against his lips and a hush.
"Just follow me," Blaine smiles, hopping out of the car and anxiously awaiting for Kurt to do the same.
The sign stating the name of the park had been faded and grey, a peeling sticker stuck over it that read "closed."
The air smelled like rusting metal and the grass around Kurt seemed faded and wild. No one besides Blaine had probably been there in decades.
He lay across the cool metal of the rusting ferris wheel, looking up at the eerie abandoned carnival ride and thinking of a previous time when people had occupied every cart.
"I like to come here when I need to think," Blaine began, walking around in front of a seated Kurt. "This was my favorite amusement park when I was a little boy. I was devastated when they decided to shut it down."
Kurt nodded, looking around carefully and realizing that he probably is getting to see a part of Blaine Anderson that no one got to imagine.
"So is this where you brought all of your hook-ups?" Kurt asked, questioning out of his own suspicion.
Blaine chuckled, pulling the cigarette out from between his lips and puffing the smoke away from Kurt. "No, actually," he smiles to himself sadly. "You're the first person I've brought here."
Kurt smiled, knowing that his conclusion had been correct. It was a special feeling he had, knowing that Blaine trusted him enough to bring him some place like this.
Although it lead to more questions than answers. Why did he come here to think? What was the symbolism of this place? Why is it that Blaine Anderson seemed more and more mysterious ever since Kurt had met him?
Blaine sat down next to Kurt, looking up at the sky and drifting his eyes off to the abandoned ferris wheel. "You know, whenever I was a little boy, I would beg and beg my dad to take me on this very ferris wheel. Every time I was with him, I would tell him that I wouldn't be scared to go to the top," Blaine spoke as if he were speaking to only himself. His voice was soft and sweet and unlike Kurt had heard from him before. The look on his face was that of childlike innocence, as if he time traveled back to the glorious days with his father in his youth. "But every time that cart would get to the top, I'd cry and cry to be back on the ground. That's when my dad told me to focus on the atmosphere, rather than how high we were," Blaine chuckled. "You should have seen it, Kurt. The carnival lit up like the stars in the sky."
He threw his cigarette into a discarded bin of what had used to be a trash can before gently laying his head on Kurt's shoulder.
The rides all had vines growing on them now and birds flew and nested wherever they pleased. It was as if mother nature herself had taken back this land as her own, and the carnival was slowly sinking into the ground. It was beautiful.
Jolting up, Blaine whispered, "Follow me."
Kurt also arose, but found himself horrified that instead of walking around, Blaine had begun climbing the side of the deteriorated ferris wheel. "Blaine, I don't think this is safe." Kurt protested, watching the curly haired boy stop to look down at him.
Blaine extended his hand towards Kurt, offering a sly smile. "Trust me?" was all he said.
For some reason, that was exactly what Kurt needed to hear as he grabbed a hold of Blaine's hand and began following him up the giant machine. Out here, Blaine wasn't obscure or bad news. Rather, he was just a regular guy with so many secrets that he had hoped he will soon unlock. He couldn't imagine Blaine hurting anyone and most definitely not Kurt himself.
As he got higher, he felt the wind whip viciously against him. Many times he felt himself grabbing hold of Blaine's ankle for protection against the fall that felt eminent. Blaine would just stay still until Kurt repositioned himself and they'd carry on to the top.
Focusing so much on how high he had been going, Kurt didn't realize when he'd reached the top until he felt Blaine pulling him up. He looked at the ground which he had been standing on a mere twenty minutes ago and gasped, unbelieving of how beautiful the view around him was.
It's as if Kurt was stuck in a cheesy romantic comedy made in the 80s. The wind was whistling through his hair and he could see every part of the now abandoned carnival. Imagining the view with people instead of branches left him breathless. He couldn't imagine how many times Blaine had come here alone and crawled up to this space just to think about whatever was bugging him. It was incredible.
"Kurt," Blaine said, breaking the silence, "you're the first friend I've made in a really long time. I know all of this seems really sudden but, I just – "
Watching Blaine stumble over his words was so odd to see, because everyone is always used to seeing the collect Blaine Anderson who never made mistakes. Placing a hand over Blaine's in order to perhaps comfort him, Kurt encourages him to go on.
"You're really special to me," Blaine begins again. "Every since that damn moment I caught eyes with you in first period I've just...I've just needed you beside me." He laughs softly, probably to help cope with the intensity of what he had said.
"I normally don't do this, Kurt. I have trouble being around people and I have for a really long time. Once I lost both my mom and my dad, I – I," he sighs, closing his eyes and rubbing his temple, "I've thought I was better on my own."
Kurt watched him carefully, seeing how he was breaking down into pieces before him. Once again, this had raised more questions than answers, but he was happy to be gaining some of Blaine's trust.
The cold air swept them up and they both felt a chill roll down their spine. Kurt moved closer to Blaine and, in return, Blaine grabbed a hold of Kurt's wrist and began stroking his thumb along his veins.
The view was beautiful and the wind was melodic. They watched as the blue sky slowly turned into a shade of yellow and red as the sun began to submerge itself into the trees overhead. Kurt wrapped up in Blaine and Blaine wrapped up in Kurt. As the sun slowly said it's goodbye's to the sky and the birds chirped their way to their homes, Kurt Hummel finally received his first kiss far up into the air on a rusty old wheel that had stopped turning a decade ago. Yet, he couldn't have felt more content.