A/N: I know I haven't written in a long time and I am beyond sorry, work experience just left me with no time. HACKNEY WEEKEND WAS AWESOME THOUGH!
This chapter is going to flick between both boys; otherwise the next two chapters would just be Blaine. I'll try and insert some Klaine, but it won't be all warm and fluff. Sorry!
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Kurt's fourth day there was definitely an improvement from his first, but people were still wary of him when he was around. The boys continued to go quiet when he walked past and he repeatedly caught them staring when they thought he wasn't looking, but other than that, Kurt was genuinely enjoying the facilities and classes at Dalton.
The lessons were harder than the ones he had at McKinley and sometimes the workload got to him, but he managed to get through it on his own. His dad and the New Directions were so glad that he was happy and that he was finally safe, that Kurt felt the need to lie about making friends and told them he talked to quite a few boys on his floor… Which, unfortunately, led to him lying even further and coming up with an excuse as to why the New Directions couldn't meet them.
He also may or may not have met someone that caught his eye.
Ever since his cerulean eyes had set upon the boy with his seriously-gelled hair, Kurt's heart had been beating a mile a minute at the sheer thought of his English partner (Which Kurt had silently thanked Mr. Rogers for, although he refused point-blank to show it). It also had taken all of his will not to just start squealing like 13 year old girl the moment short-stack had said, "Hi". That deep, smooth voice and those drop-dead gorgeous eyes…
No! That is enough. You will not fall for him Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, I forbid you. You are here to get your education and nothing more. Go back to crushing on Jude Law or someone as equally unattainable – but he did say hi, which is more than what anyone else has done – No, I am better off alone. I do not need him.
Kurt continued his internal battle until he got to his room and crashed on the bed. He looked around for something to take his mind off of the boy who had been in his thoughts since second period, and for the millionth time in 4 days, he got the urge to clean up his roommate's side of the dorm. But he sadly refrained, knowing he hated it when people touched his stuff.
Which only left one other option, and that was to get started on his never-ending mountain of homework. Kurt sat at his desk and opened his history text book to Charlemagne, but as soon as his eyes lay upon the words, he was instantly baffled. Kurt knew he said he wanted something challenging, but Dalton was surely taking the piss.
His confusion meant that eventually his mind began to wonder and ask questions about the day's events. Why did that mysterious boy say hello? Had no one told him the countless bitchy rumors that even I've heard about myself? And was he checking me out in English today? If so, then why? No one ever wants someone who is flamboyantly gay and pale like me. But, I must admit, it did feel good to have someone pay me attention like that… Stop it! The more you think of him, the more you'll fall and then what's gonna happen? It'll end just like it did with Sebastian; with you thinking you're in love when at the end of the day, all he's really doing is using you. Forget it, Kurt – Just continue being a bitch.
He shook his head violently; hating himself for past mistakes that he knows will make things harder for him in the future. He turned his head back to Charlemagne, and somehow managed to forget about his mental debate regarding Frodo. He got through multiple subjects, including science, math and geography and not once did his mind return back to the boy with the hazel eyes.
And, since Kurt was on a roll, he decided to start on his psychology essay, but sleep deprivation slowly took over and Kurt dozed off with his cheek squished against his book.
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Kurt was woken abruptly two hours later by Lady Gaga blaring from his phone. He detached his cheek from his textbook and gave a muffled, "Hello?" once he answered.
"Hey, white boy! How's it going there at hottieville?" Mercedes' obnoxiously loud voice went straight to Kurt's pounding head; intensifying the pain he had there and making him wince.
"Mercy, can you please try not to talk so loud?" He put the phone on speaker and started to strip from his Dalton uniform, carefully folding each article of clothing before placing them on the trunk that sat at the end of his bed.
"Sorry, Kurt. I didn't realize you were asleep… Why were you asleep, anyway? You never nap." Once he changed and was comfortable, he made his way back to his desk and opened up his laptop, leaving the phone untouched.
"I didn't mean to, 'Cedes. The schoolwork here is really heavy, so to catch up with everything I have missed and complete the homework, I've officially given up sleep."
"Kurt, why didn't you tell me?"
Kurt scoffed, "And what would you have done?" His tone came out much harsher than he had meant it to, but he was too tired to even care that he was being a grade A bitch to his best friend.
"Whoa, easy white boy, you might wanna drop the attitude."
"Whatever, 'Cedes. Was there a reason you called?" Kurt flicked through Facebook and twitter, but once he saw nothing of importance his hands grew a mind of their own and began typing something into the Facebook search box.
"What the hell is up your ass? I called to see how you were doing since no one, even your own father, hasn't heard from you in days."
"Well, unlike you lot, I have more important things to be doing, like work and getting an education." Kurt was beyond pissed now; he had enough on his plate without Mercedes making him feel guilty about not calling on top of that.
He heard her sigh heavily. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel bad, I just miss my boo-boo. It feels like it's been ages since we last hung out. Tina's great and all, but trying to get her alone without Mike is nigh impossible."
Kurt couldn't help but chuckle as he turned his gaze to his phone. "Tell me about it, I know they're a couple, but they did have lives before each other. And I'm sorry too; I've just been really stressed lately and the last person I should be taking it out on is you."
"It's okay. We all understand what you've been through, so when you're ready to call us or hang out, we'll be here. Okay, boo?"
"I know and thank you, Mercy. How about you and me hang out this Saturday? I'm coming back to Lima for the weekend and it would be nice to see someone other than my family."
Mercedes' squeal echoed loudly through the phone and around the room, not really helping Kurt's, now massive, migraine. "That sounds perfect, white boy!"
He smiled to himself and began picking a loose thread on his silk pajamas, which was normally taboo for him. "So, how are the New Directions? What have I missed in the week that I've been gone?"
"Where do I even begin? First of all, Rachel…"
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Thursday morning, after Blaine had his morning coffee and was sure that his eye-lids could stay open for more than 5 seconds, he made his way to the third floor library and found a quiet corner to sit in so he could text Wes without being interrupted.
Hey! I've devised a brilliant beyond brilliant plan – Blaine.
And what plan would that be, oh wise one? – Wes.
Haha, ur funny. Well, u know how I've been partnered with Kurt 4 English?
Lol – yh, Flint was talking to me about it. That boy was having a little 2 much fun telling me the story though – Wes
Yh well, that spastic gets a kick out of everyone's misery. Anyway, my plan is 2 befriend Kurt b4 the English project starts – Blaine.
And how do u plan 2 do that in 2 weeks? U know how stubborn he is – Wes.
I was thinking that I could go around n' ask ppl what they know about Kurt, and once I find out what he's into, then I can try n' strike up a convo with him – Blaine.
Blaine sent his text eagerly, wanting conformation that his plan was epic and ingenious. But when he didn't get an instant reply, he set his phone down on the desk and began doodling in his notebook. He silently willed Wes to hurry up and tell him if there were any faults in his idea.
At least 20 minutes had gone past by the time Wes finally replied, and Blaine almost dropped his phone on the floor as he launched for it in desperation and impatience.
Sorry, David bumped into a table in the cafeteria n' spilt coffee all over his blazer n' shirt – had 2 help him change. That's actually not a bad idea, man. Ran it by David n' he couldn't find anything wrong with it either. Good luck with ur research, but more importantly, good luck trying 2 make Kurt talk – Wes.
Blaine chuckled to himself lightly, and was almost bursting with pride that he had his friend's support. The only problem he now faced was he had no idea where to start.
Eventually though, after giving himself a headache with all his early-morning thinking, he made his way to first period and was grateful he had a few minutes to spare before the bell rang.
Maybe he could start his interrogations now?
He made his way to the back of Geography, where he sat next to Bailey Walters, who was the beat boxer for the Warblers. "Hey Blainey, how's it going?" He said with his well-known grin.
"It's going good, how about you? Met anyone that's caught your eye this week?" They both laughed and fell into an easy conversation as Blaine pulled out his things.
"Nah, think I might actually give it a rest with the whole 'one girlfriend per week' thing. This may come as a shock, but I do wanna meet someone eventually and settle down."
Blaine contorted his face in mock horror, his hand placed upon his heart. "What? Is Bailey Walters seriously going to stop just hooking up with girls?"
Bailey just smacked Blaine on his arm and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, well… I'm not gonna have these good looks forever and most of the girls I date are airheads who have no real opinion. It gets kinda old after a while."
Blaine smirked. "We were wondering if you were gonna notice that."
"Notice what?"
"That all of your 'girlfriends' were so stupid they made Paris Hilton look like Einstein." Bailey looked both shocked and appalled.
"Gee, thanks for letting me know. You guys seriously suck ass."
"Well I don't know about the rest of the guys, but I know I certainly do." Blaine said with a wiggle of his triangular eyebrows.
"Way to lower the tone there, B." To anyone else, Bailey looked disgusted – but Blaine knew that the beat boxer was actually quite proud of how loose and dirty minded the lead Warbler had become.
And, just as Blaine's luck would have it, the bell rang before he could ask about the one thing that had been plaguing his mind since this morning. But, Blaine used the hour to psych himself up and build up the courage he so sorely needed.
After what felt like forever, the bell rang again to signal the end of first period and Blaine waited patiently for Bailey to pack his things. It wasn't until they walked out together, that Blaine finally started talking.
"Beatz…" He started slowly.
"Yes, Blainey?"
"Um, you know how there's a new kid around here…"
"Blaine just spit it out. Ask me whatever it is you wanna ask."
This sudden outburst on Bailey's part only made Blaine twice as nervous. "Well, I wanted to know if you knew anything about the new guy Kurt. It doesn't have to be anything major; it could be something you've heard from others."
When he received nothing but deafly silence, Blaine looked up from his feet and saw Bailey looking at him with a blank expression.
Blaine was just about to ask what was wrong, when the taller boy suddenly burst out laughing. "What's so funny?"
"Sorry, B. You just looked so sincere, like you actually cared to hear something regarding that dickhead." He wanted so badly to scream at Bailey, to tell him not to speak about Kurt like that. But, alas, he never got the chance as the beat boxer suddenly began walking faster, throwing a, "Catch you later, B!" over his shoulder as he turned a corner.
That went well. What the hell was funny about me wanting to know something about Porcelain? I showed no signs of joking, and yet he still didn't take me seriously… Blaine sighed and dragged himself towards Math. This is going to be a long process.
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By the end of fourth period when lunch began, Blaine had asked at least 10 different students if they knew anything about Kurt, with most of them just reacting like Bailey did. They'd ask him if he was serious through fits of giggles before walking away full-out laughing.
But for those who didn't snicker, they would just stare at him as if he had lost it, pat his shoulder lightly in sympathy and walk in the opposite direction.
Blaine had gotten so desperate, that he'd even asked Jeff (Which he'd admit wasn't his smartest idea as the boy ran away crying) but at least he'd gotten something out of the younger Warbler. "Kurt lives on coffee, his favorite being a Grande non-fat mocha." He had said shakily before losing it and running. Result!
That one little piece of information was enough for Blaine to not give up entirely – to at least wait until the end of the day before screaming into his pillow and pulling out his hair in frustration.
Once he grabbed whatever he needed for lunch, he made his way towards Wes, David, Nick and Thad. "Hello, Blaine!" They all chimed happily.
"Hola, amigos!" Blaine retorted with a fat grin. "Where's Jeff?"
"He said he wasn't feeling well and went back to our room. I made sure he got there and was nicely tucked into his bed, don't worry." Nick said with concern for his friend, and took pride in the fact he could help him.
Blaine nodded silently and Wes was quick to note the happy exterior as Blaine sat himself between Thad and David. "Judging by your gleaming smile, your quest to know Kurt via other people is working?"
Blaine snorted lightly, "Far from it, mate. Everyone is beyond useless. Well, except for Jeff." He added quietly.
"What's this?" Thad questioned.
"Blaine had this idea that if he could find out what kind of things Kurt liked, then he could have a conversation with him; try to get him out of his bitch phase a little." David supplied with a smirk at Blaine.
"How many times have I told you, David?"
"I know, I know. Don't judge, you don't have to keep preaching it to me."
Blaine raised one of his eyebrows in judgment. "I wouldn't keep preaching it if you'd listen to me. And besides, Kurt isn't a bitch… He's just misunderstood."
Thad snorted, "Yeah right, man. You keep telling yourself that. And in terms of talking to Kurt, I wish you good luck. You're gonna need it."
"Thanks." Blaine muttered – feeling even more dejected at his council member's lack of enthusiasm.
After an excruciating hour of listening to Thad list reasons as to why Blaine's plan was going to fail, he trudged out of the lunch room. He had only taken a few steps when he felt a hand tap his shoulder. He was surprised to find Nick standing there, "Hey, what's up?"
"I just wanted to let you know that you should ignore Thad. He isn't the most optimistic person in the world, as anyone here would tell you." Blaine huffed slightly. "But, I believe your idea will work." He gave Blaine a sincere smile.
"And how do you know that?"
"I just do. You'll get through it; just keep your hopes up." With that, Nick walked away, leaving a confused but happier Blaine behind.
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Kurt made his way to the music room Thursday evening after school had finished, still feeling embarrassed and annoyed that he'd actually looked up that Blaine kid on Facebook.
When he had hung up the phone with Mercedes and returned his full attention back to the screen, he had slammed the laptop shut with a small squeak and felt utterly creepy and ridiculous that he had done such a thing without realizing.
He sat himself down on the piano stool and gently clicked his fingers. It had been a while since he played, but he knew music helped him whenever he was feeling down or angry. It was also during times like this, when the world felt like it was collapsing around him, that he missed and wanted his mom the most, and there was only one song that stuck out in his mind whenever he thought of her.
He began to play the soothing melody and when it was time, he opened his mouth and sung, ignoring the sick, perverted world around him.
When somebody loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour we spent together lives within my heart
And when she was sad
I was there to dry her tears
And when she was happy
So was I
When she loved me
Kurt let the tears slowly fall, his mom always in the forefront of his mind whilst he sang this to her. He wished now more than ever, that she was here with him, to tell him it'd be okay – that things wouldn't always be this hard, even when he knew they probably would be.
Through the summer and the fall
We had each other, that was all
Just she and I together
Like it was meant to be
And when she was lonely
I was there to comfort her
And I knew that she loved me
He closed his eyes, and let the memories of summers spent in the back yard having tea parties with his mom flood his thoughts.
So the years went by
I stayed the same
But she began to drift away
I was left alone
Still I waited for the day
When she'd say I will always love you
When somebody loved me
Everything was beautiful
Every hour spent together lives within my heart
When she loved me.
Kurt removed his shaking hands from the black and white keys and clenched them in his lap, feeling nothing but anger.
Why the hell am I here? Why couldn't it have been me who died, not her? She was the most wonderful person alive and now she's gone. No one here even cares about me, I'm just a nobody to them and always will be, I'm nothing but a disappointment to her, I'm-
His thoughts were disrupted when he heard the door to the music room creak. He spun his head to glare at the door, and saw none other than Blaine Anderson stumble into the room. "What do you want?" He kept his voice hard and cold, just like he did the first time they met.
Kurt felt like he could laugh at the deer-caught-in-headlights expression on the boy's face, but was still so pissed at the world that he felt more like punching his face instead.
"I-I-I'm so sorry, I d-didn't mean to e-eves drop. I was just walking past and heard this beautiful sound coming from in here that I'd never heard before and I wanted to see who the voice belonged to, and I was so shocked to see you in here because-"
"Oh my god, would you just shut up!" He screamed, slamming his fist down on top of the piano, his anger taking over. "You're worse than Blondie! Does anyone here know when to just shut up and leave me alone?"
He stood to his full height and unsheathed his most terrifying glare, but slowly backed down once he saw the other boy wince and drop his gaze to the floor. Kurt's breathing hitched when Blaine looked up at him again, his hazel eyes slightly shining with tears.
Kurt didn't know what to do at this point, so he did the only thing he knew how. He left. "I'm sorry, I-I have to go." Without looking back, he hastily made his way out of the music room and practically ran back to his dorm, grateful his roommate was gone as his tears began to fall full force.
He didn't even turn around to the desperate, broken call of his name.
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A/N: IT'S HERE! I had so much trouble writing this chapter, and I honestly had no idea how I was going to bring Klaine into this, but I loved how the end turned out. 'When She Loved Me' is one of my favourite songs, and I thought it fit perfectly in this chapter.
Not gonna lie, almost cried myself a little when Kurt was singing. Sorry for any mistakes, but I hope you enjoy it :D