Abbylabby: I would be only too delighted to marry you. Let's make this a glee frikkin' wedding.
I also thought my long, drawn-out explanation of Klaine in the future was better than saying "KLAINE: IT'S ENDGAME, BITCHES".
Although that may have been effective as well.
ALSO, GUISE I HAVE A TUMBLR. I forgot to say that in my last one. Um. it's h t t p : / / well i still think . tumblr . c o m / ... just get rid of all dem spaces. feel free to follow me, like legit. I'll probably follow you back :D
WHO'S DYING OVER KLAINE ON THE COVER OF ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY?
I KNOW I AM!
spoilers...
RYAN FUCKING MURPHY SAID THEY WERE GOING TO BE A POWER COUPLE.
WITH COURTSHIP.
Courtship: (n) the act, period, or art of seeking the love of someone with intent to marry.
WHAT NOW.
Fucking canon, bitches. Chris Colfer, you were trolling us the WHOLE TIME.
Disclaimer: (don't own Glee)
Please, please be cool about this, Kurt found himself begging Wes in his mind. I really cannot afford to get expelled.
"Blaine," said Wes again, who seemed unable to say anything besides his best friend's name.
Santana had that face on that Kurt always read as "chill the fuck out, guys, I got this," as she approached Wes, crooking a finger in his tie. "Hello," she almost purred, and if Kurt wasn't more refined than that he would've choked on his own saliva.
"Santana, he has a girlfriend," he said finally.
Santana cast him the quirked eyebrow that he took to mean "that's-never-stopped-me-before" or something of the sort, which was sort of true. Between Santana and Puck, there wasn't a single relationship in Glee that hadn't been touched by them in some way.
Besides Artie and Tina. For some reason, the two of them had never been affected by the homewreckers that were Puck and Santana.
Wes' face was actually highly amusing to watch. He seemed to have no idea how he could touch Santana to push her away without coming in contact with bare skin or certain body parts.
Tina and Quinn hurried to Kurt, wrapping their hands around his forearms, and turning worried faces to Wes.
Wes cast a glance over at them, then groaned. "Really? Gay guys always get the girls."
Startled by the sudden display of humor given the situation, Kurt laughed.
"Animal magnetism," Blaine said smugly. "Because we're gay, we release twice as much testosterone."
Quinn blinked. "... please tell me that's not true."
"Blaine likes to make statistics up," Kurt confided.
"Blasphemy," Blaine said, throwing one of his hands up in a very gay finger-twinkling wave. "Wes, you won't tell, will you."
Wes blinked. "That you make statistics up?"
Blaine sighed. "We stopped talking about that, Wes," he said patiently. "I mean, that there are girls in here. Because Kurt and I are gay."
"There will be no orgies in here tonight," Kurt added.
"Can I paint your nails?" Brittany asked Wes brightly.
"I- what?"
"She's not kidding," Kurt confirmed solemnly when Wes looked to him for help.
"I don't really want my nails painted," Wes said helplessly as Brittany dragged him down to the floor and began to dig through her pockets for nail polish.
"Come on," said Kurt, a smirk covering his face. "Embrace your feminine side, Wes. It's not gay, it's just metrosexual. All the rock stars are doing it these days."
"Blaine?" Wes asked, turning his wide eyes to his friend.
Blaine was uncomfortable, Kurt could tell. He would ham it up all he wanted with Kurt and Wes when it involved sarcasm and jokes about heterosexual orgies, but he really couldn't handle something this gay- at least, not with Wes. He was himself with Kurt, and yes, that was wonderful, and he'd finally realized that he needed to shed a few layers of forced masculinity, but something like that couldn't just happen within the course of a few hours. Especially not when he was faced with his best friend, who clearly had never seen Blaine like this.
He caught Blaine's eye and mouthed "courage", which elicited a smile from the other boy.
Blaine took a deep breath. "We were going to watch Easy A," he said politely. "Would you like to join us?"
Wes was too well brought up to react badly, but one of his eyebrows did arch. "Excuse me?"
"Blaine hasn't seen it," Kurt jumped in, wriggling out of Quinn and Tina's grasp so he could stride forward to squeeze Blaine's elbow. "So Mercedes suggested it."
The eyebrow went further up. "Are you going to paint each other's nails and talk about boys, too?" Wes asked, in not exactly a snide tone (Dalton boys didn't do snide), but in what was clearly a disapproving one.
"Pink or purple?" Brittany asked, holding up two violently colored nail polish bottles.
Wes winced.
"Blaine," Kurt said, carefully, watching Wes' face, "I left my DVD in my room. Could you run and get it?"
Blaine leapt up, an expression of relief clear on his face. "Sure."
Kurt waited until the door had clicked shut to turn his ice stare on Wes. Around him, the girls were mimicking his actions (besides Brittany, who was happily painting Wes' thumbnail fuchsia).
"Could you not?" Kurt snapped, folding his arms.
"What?" Wes cried.
"Don't you notice anything?" Kurt asked scathingly. "Or are you so wrapped up in Warbler-world that you can't even notice that your best friend is a totally different person around you verses around me?"
"I don't know what you mean," Wes said, stiffly.
"Of course you don't." Kurt moved to sit down beside him. "You wouldn't. And really, it's not your fault that he acts like that. It's hard to be a gay guy in an all-boys school. Which is why he's so damn repressed."
Wes blinked a little. "Repressed?"
Kurt pursed his lips. "He shoves the gay part of him so far in the closet that it's almost like he's not even out. I mean, he is- but only in words. Do you know he has a stash of Vogue under his bed?" He smiled at the look on Wes' face. "I didn't think so. Do you care?"
"Of- of course not," Wes stumbled. "He's my best friend."
"So if he's really your best friend," said Kurt, "tonight you'll hang out with us, and let loose a little, and let Blaine act like himself. And you won't judge."
Wes looked appropriately abashed, Kurt decided. "Also, it would be really nice if you didn't get me expelled for sneaking girls in."
"Are you kidding?" Wes asked, a smile starting to appear on his face. "The most anyone has ever gotten away with at this school was two girls, and that was when I was a sophomore, and he was caught. You're going to be legendary, man. Sneaking six girls in? That's beyond impressive."
Kurt saw Santana and Brittany high-five out of the corner of his eye.
"I'll be the envy of every guy here," Kurt joked, nudging Wes' shoulder with his.
"And I repeat, the gay guys always get all the girls."
All of them were laughing when Blaine slipped back inside the room, clutching Kurt's DVD in his hand.
"What did I miss?" he asked, his eyes darting between Kurt and Wes. Kurt offered him a subtle thumbs-up, and Blaine's face visibly relaxed.
"Just saying nobody's snuck this many girls in since Alex Kingsby."
"He snuck in two," Blaine said, rolling his eyes as he pulled out his laptop.
"Exactly," said Quinn, with that mysterious smirk she wore so well.
"Kurt's going to be a legend," Mercedes said, settling on the floor next to Tina. "Going down in Dalton boy history."
"What a pimp," Blaine deadpanned, moving over to lean against the bed beside Kurt and Wes.
They all fell silent as the movie credits started, and Olive's voice took over.
Blaine's hand slipped into Kurt's, and Kurt's eyes found Wes'. Wes offered a small smile, and Kurt found himself smiling too as he turned back to the laptop screen.
Things were going to change for Blaine.
When Kurt regained consciousness, it was to that bleary, confused feeling of waking up somewhere unfamiliar. The first thing he noticed was that his neck was at an awkward angle, yet he was somehow completely comfortable. This comfort seemed to be the cause of all the butterflies in his stomach, although he wasn't really sure how that worked. He could also hear soft voices. And someone's head was pressed against his shins.
He opened his eyes a crack to find that the room was completely dark, except for the glow of the LED clock on Blaine's bedside table that read 5:58 AM.
He tried to judge his surroundings without moving. He was lying in somebody's lap, he deduced, and based on the shape and size of the legs his face was pillowed on, it was either Wes or Blaine, most likely the latter.
Definitely the latter, he decided, as he heard the soft murmuring of Blaine's voice, mingling with Tina's.
"He was right, though," Blaine was saying softly. "About all of it."
"Everyone has those times," Tina whispered. "I had to stop being myself when my principal thought I was a vampire because of how I dressed."
There was a pause. "He does know that vampires aren't real, doesn't he?" Blaine asked.
"Nevertheless, I ended up dressing like a cluster of bubbles for an entire week." There was another pause. "It's probably better if you don't ask."
"I figured."
"But the point is, I had to pretend to be something I wasn't to meet someone else's expectations of me. Mercedes has too, haven't you?"
"I was on the cheerleading team," Mercedes' voice said quietly, "and the coach wanted me to lose weight. I tried for a while, then I realized I was being someone I wasn't just to make someone else happy. So I quit."
"Are you suggesting I quit the Warblers?" Blaine asked, the panic evident in his voice.
"No," Tina's voice said. "We just think you should be yourself with them. Glee Club is supposed to be about expressing yourself."
"I'm trying." Blaine's voice dipped even lower, and Kurt had to strain to hear him. "He's helping."
"You're lucky to have him," Mercedes said, quietly. "He's a good friend. And he's really talented."
"Don't let him forget that, okay?" Tina said. "How good he is. Don't let him lose that. Or his individuality."
"Never," Blaine promised, and in the dark, Kurt's face curved into a smile.
xxxx
"Promise you'll text me when you see what she was wearing," Tina said to Blaine, shoving the last strand of blue hair under her hat. "I pulled up the site on your laptop, it's a few pictures back. You'll agree with me."
Blaine held up his phone and crossed his heart. Both of them laughed.
Mercedes kissed Kurt's cheek. "I miss you, boo."
"Oh, do not make me start crying," Kurt groaned, squeezing her tightly. "You'd think I'd be in heaven in a school with nothing but boys in blazers- in fact, I think I might have had a couple dreams about something like that- but I need some estrogen in my life. There are only so many conversations about Megan Fox's body that I can stand."
Quinn laughed and patted Kurt's cheek. "Oh, we've all missed you. Glee isn't the same."
Tina joined them, as Blaine wrapped his arms around Brittany in a good-bye hug. "Come on, Kurt has to sneak us out so nobody sees us."
"Au contraire, mon ami," Kurt said, offering her his arm. "I want everyone to see you. Just no administrators."
"Take exit stairwell D," Wes suggested. He was trying particularly hard to avoid Santana's come-hither eyes. "Everyone uses that to get to breakfast faster, but none of the teachers do."
"Merci," Kurt said, and flounced from the room, giggling girls trailing after him.
In the sudden silence, Wes looked at Blaine. "Breakfast?"
"Breakfast," Blaine agreed. "I think we should take stairwell D today. What say you, Wes?"
"Much agreed, Blaine," Wes said, pompously, and they followed Kurt down the stairs, mostly just to hear the aftermath of the girl hurricane that was currently sweeping down the stairs a level below them.
"Six girls!" one boy bemoaned to his friend as he passed them going the opposite direction, and both Blaine and Wes hid their grins.
David didn't try to disguise his curiosity as they sat down across from him at their usual breakfast table. "Where the hell were you all last night?" he demanded, his eyes glued to Wes.
"Hall monitor duties," Wes said lightly, catching Blaine's eyes.
Blaine pulled out his Entertainment Weekly, trying and failing not to smile.
"That's bullshit," David said, waving his fork at Wes. Clearly, when the curse words came out, he was angry. "Hall monitor duties take, like, half an hour tops. You were gone the whole damn night, and I had to have an eighties movie marathon by myself. Do you know how depressing it is to sit and watch Princess Bride by yourself and quote along with it? It's really sad."
"Something came up," Wes said, evasively.
Wes was a lot of things- good singer, fairly good dancer, straight-A student, wonderful person. But he was really, really bad at lying and making up cover stories. Both Wes and David knew that.
"Wes," David said, in a tone of warning.
"Okay, I hung out with Blaine," Wes tried.
"And didn't invite me?" David asked skeptically.
"And Kurt," Wes added, smiling a little sheepishly.
"You, Blaine, and Kurt had a party last night," David said slowly, "and you didn't invite me?"
"Well-" Wes' shoulders were beginning to scrunch towards his ears, and Blaine was beginning to think of saving him.
Unfortunately, it was at that moment that two guys passed, one of them saying (obnoxiously loudly), "-no idea how Hummel snuck six girls in, but damn, kid's legend."
If it hadn't been such a (in Wes' over-dramatic words) "life-or-death" situation, the way David's eyes bugged from his head would have been rather amusing.
"I guess there's no hoping you didn't hear that?" Wes asked, taking a sip of his water. He seemed to have recovered and taken on a calmer demeanor.
"You spent last night with six girls that Kurt- I won't even question it- snuck in, and you didn't invite me?" David asked, slamming his palms down on the table. A small amount of tea sloshed out of Blaine's mug.
At that moment, Kurt appeared at the table, slipping into his seat with a slightly breathless "hello". He had a faint, shimmery outline of a pair of lips imprinted lightly across his cheekbone, and without thinking, Blaine leaned forward to wipe it off with his thumb. Their eyes locked, and Blaine suddenly realized the intimacy of the gesture.
He swallowed with some difficulty, wondering why he'd never before noticed just how blue Kurt's eyes were, especially when he could have sworn that just the other day, they'd been green. He leaned back into his seat.
David coughed something that sounded suspiciously like, "get a room", then said loudly, "six girls, Kurt?"
At this, Kurt's head snapped to him, and he looked at David with slightly panicky eyes. "Oh, god, you're mad, aren't you?" he breathed.
"Only that you didn't invite me."
"That's what I mean. I knew you couldn't be mad that I snuck in girls. Apparently I'm going down in history." Kurt smirked a little, and Wes high-fived him.
"Are you wearing pink nail polish?" David asked, blinking at Wes.
"Well, it's been lovely," Wes said loudly, jumping to his feet, "but I... uh... have Chemistry." he rushed off.
"He left his bag here," Blaine mused.
"Chemistry isn't his first class," David said, confused.
"It's Sunday," Kurt said.
The other two turned their faces to him, both bearing slightly humorous expressions of embarrassment.
"Right," Blaine said.
Kurt rolled his eyes, delicately swallowing another bite of yogurt, and asked, "so what's on the agenda for today?"
"English paper," David said sadly. "I'm going to be locked in my room all day writing the final draft."
Kurt winced. "Bummer."
"I finished mine a week ago," Blaine said, smiling charmingly, and David flipped him the finger.
"I suppose I could spend my Sunday re-organizing my closet," Kurt said dubiously.
"Or you could spend it with me," Blaine said even more charmingly than usual, enjoying the way color crept up Kurt's cheekbones at the suggestion. Their eyes met again, and Kurt offered a hesitant smile.
David coughed awkwardly. "Well... I best be getting a head start on my English essay," he said, picking up his tray as he stood up, and offering Blaine a wink as he walked away.
"What did you have in mind?" Kurt asked, tearing his eyes away from Blaine's.
"We're allowed to leave campus for the day, as long as we're back on by ten," Blaine said.
"And do...?" Kurt prompted, raising an eyebrow.
Blaine smiled crookedly. "I was thinking shopping? Then lunch? And whatever else you want to do."
"You are an angel," Kurt said, fervently. "How did you know I was going through shopping withdrawal?"
Blaine laughed. "Just a guess."
"You're wonderful," Kurt said, dabbing his mouth daintily with a napkin.
Blaine smiled modestly. "Are you set to go?"
"Sure." Kurt glided out of his seat, moving to pick up his shoulder bag. In an act of spontaneous chivalry, Blaine got there first.
Kurt was blushing again, he noted gleefully.
Then he wondered why he cared so much.
A/N: blah. not satisfied with the ending to that.
There will be more soon. Unfortunately, my cousin's visiting so... yeah. It's taking longer to update because I have to spend time with her. Take her on campus tours, etc. Wahoo.
Anyway, hopefully I'll have a new chapter up soon!
