Author's Notes: Hello Klainers! I might not be able to update more often anymore since school is starting in 2 weeks. You'll probably be lucky with a once a month update on all of my stories. But during breaks I will shower you with Chapters :DDD These are some of the times that I wish I was in America having the same time of summer… oh well, can't change my nationality! But I love being Filipino :D
As much as I would kill a little puppy to own them… I don't own Glee or the song "We Could Be In LoveI just feel in a fluffy mood today. BECAUSE FLUFFY IS AWESOME AND IT'S SO FLUFFY I'M GONNA DIE
Anywhoooooo… Here is the chapter before I start rambling about unicorns.
Chapter 4
We Could Be In Love
Blaine's POV
The metallic taste of blood runs into my mouth. The anguish I feel in the side of my stomach burns hotter than the sun. He towers over me like I'm nothing. He looks down on me like I'm a piece of garbage waiting to be thrown away.
"You are no son of mine."
And then suddenly the face of my father becomes younger by years. His whole body shrinks into a height preferable for an average teenager. His hair gets styled by unseen hands and I am suddenly staring into the blue/grey/green eyes of my boyfriend. His face is contorted in pain and he's looking at me with sympathy. Then I notice the large bruise on his face and arms and my breath is taken away.
"I tried to help Blaine, I tried to tell him it's who you are… That you were born that way. He doesn't understand…"
His face becomes darker and darker while he's saying things I would never want to come out of his mouth
"I think we should break up Blaine"
The only thing breaking up is my heart. I try to reach Kurt and tell him that I love him. I want to hold him in my arms and never let him go, not for anything. But he was slowly drifting away and his voice becomes softer with each passing second. Forget my heart being broken. My heart is gone… Kurt took it and he's not coming back with it.
I open my mouth but no sound comes out. I try to move but I'm rooted to the spot.
"Blaine… Blaine wake up…"
I abruptly open my eyes when I feel a soft smooth hand on my forehead. I look up and visibly relax. It was just a dream. Kurt is here. My father is not hurting him. He looks perfect as always. His amazing eyes are looking deep into mine, searching for something. "Baby, was it another nightmare?"
I slowly nod my head as I lean into his touch. "Do you want to talk about it?" These are just a few reasons why I love Kurt. He can be stubborn sometimes and – I admit – has his diva moments but he also knows when to just stop and listen. I feel like he can read my mind on these things.
Honestly, I don't want to talk about it. My nightmare was about losing Kurt – forget my father – now that Kurt's here, I feel so much better. I just want to hold him and tell myself that this is real. Kurt is real. Our love is real. "Can I just hold you?" I ask so timidly that I might've sounded like a child. Kurt smiled that amazing smile and went under the covers pressing his forehead against my own.
We stayed in a we-don't-need-to-say-anything silence for a few minutes with just our foreheads together. I can practically feel his breath on my lips and I want nothing more than to lean in and close the distance between us. "Blaine?" I open my eyes and look into his own which have now changed to a darker blue. That only happens when he's concerned. Wow… That sounded sort of stalker-ish.
"You know you can tell me anything." It was not a question. It was a statement. A very true statement at that. I sigh knowing that he wants me to tell him about my nightmare. How am I supposed to word it out? 'I dreamt that you broke up with me and I felt so numb I thought I was dead.'? Nope. That sounds too desperate. I'm supposed to be strong for Kurt then realizing, he's trying to be strong for me as well. Better spill it… But you know that I'm not good with words.
"It's really stupid… You might think I'm stupid for saying it," he silences my starting of a ramble with a passionate kiss. Oh man, I love it when he does that. His lips always taste like Non-fat mocha and chapstick. Every time he does that I forget what I was supposed to say and just forget the world in general. When Kurt kisses me, time seems to stop and all that matters is that we're with each other and I couldn't have it any other way.
Kurt pulls away way too soon and locks his eyes on mine. I never get tired of looking into his gorgeous eyes. Funny, he says the same thing to me. Although, my eyes could never be as mesmerizing as Kurt's. "You are not stupid. I will never think of such a thing of Blaine Warbler Anderson." I slightly roll my eyes at the nickname. He will never let me live that experience down.
"Now tell me." He asks with his eyes shining. I sigh deeply and shift in a more comfortable position against the headboard. He climbs onto my lap like a little kid waiting to be told a story. And he says I act childish. Just because I talk about Harry Potter more often than the average person doesn't mean I'm childish. Harry Potter is for all ages and is totally awesome. I don't see why Kurt doesn't like it… Wait, what was I talking about? Oh right…
"Well, it's silly. I dreamt that you broke up with me." I say blocking out any emotion but sadness into my eyes. I leave out the details of the blood and Kurt's bruises because the dream was already horrible enough thinking Kurt would break up with me. I think I would literally stop breathing. He just puts his arms around my neck and puts our foreheads together again. "I will never break up with you. I love you too much."
A huge smile spreads on my face and I'm surprised that it is not falling off. We've been together for 1 year 2 months and 21 days (But who's counting… ahem, ahem.) and I still get butterflies in my stomach whenever Kurt tells me he loves me. The way he says it is just so sincere and I know there is no regret in his voice. Nor will there be in mine.
"I love you too. So very much." His smile could probably match my own but it's just as gorgeous as any of his smiles. He kisses me sweetly on the lips and jumps of my lap. I secretly want to put him back but Kurt just took my hand and practically dragged me off the bed. "Come on, I made pancakes and I made enough to last for both you, Finn and Cooper."
"That's got to be a LOT of pancakes Kurtie." Kurt smiles again knowing that he just loves that nickname I have for him just as much as I love his nickname for me. "Come on Blainers, before Cooper or Finn only leave you with one pancake." My pace quickens and soon we are both jogging down the stairs laughing like little kids.
When we reach the kitchen we both sit down with larger smiles than a while ago. Is that even possible? Cooper just winked at me through his stack of pancakes and winks at me mouthing Get Some. I roll my eyes and mouth back to him Shut Up. He gives me an innocent smile and goes back to spreading butter on his pancakes.
"Good Morning children." I see Kurt roll his eyes slightly because honestly, I'm turning 18 in October and Kurt and Finn just graduated from High School. Cooper is 7 years older than me and Lauren… Well, Lauren seems to be the only child in this group of "Children"
"Good Morning Dad. Why are you in your suit?" I glanced up from spreading peanut butter on my pancakes and indeed, Burt is in his work suit. Burt just shrugs and says "I have a meeting in Westerville. I proposed something inspired by the week's… events." I blush slightly and I see Lauren shift uncomfortably in her seat. Kurt just sighs and I'm so happy for once that he's not a morning person because he just leaves the issue alone.
"Blainey, your poor pancakes are being smothered in peanut butter and you know that I like that on my pancakes too… As long as there is no Nutella lurking around." I glance over at my pancakes and see that I was absentmindedly spreading too much peanut butter on my breakfast. I smile apologetically over at my sister and hand her the jar and knife. She smiles brightly and starts while humming the tune to a very familiar song. But I'm too hungry to even register it in my brain.
We all eat in comfortable silence (Let's pretend that Finn's gobbling noises are just a figment of my imagination hm?) until Burt stood up with a coffee in hand. "I need to get to Westerville early. Blaine, do you know any shortcuts to the place?" I try to think of the fastest way possible to the even more suckish part of Ohio… Well, it still takes an hour to get there than the usual two but it'll have to do. "Take the intersection after 6th street. It'll lessen your time by an hour." Burt smiles and nods slowly finishing his coffee.
"Mr. Humm – I mean Burt. You know I can transfer your coffee into a tumbler for you. You can drink it on the way." Lauren says ever the helpful angel. She didn't wait for a reply and just went skipping to the guest room to get one of the many tumblers she collects from our cross country road trips. I'm beginning to think she has an obsession over them.
She comes back with a bright blue tumbler and Burt hands her his barely sipped coffee. She takes it still smiling and pours in the hot liquid. She screws on the cap tightly and hands the coffee to Burt who smiles widely. "Thank you Lauren." He bent down to kiss Kurt on the forehead and clapped Finn on the back. "I'll be home late to bring Carole on a date later, be good." At this he looked directly at Cooper who managed to break a (cheap so it's fine) vase and a few drinking glasses.
My brother – ever the charmer – just flashes a smile and Burt rolls his eyes. He turns to me "How are you related to him again?" I just shake my head telling him to not ask. Burt just laughs softly and leaves with one final goodbye. When we hear his car pull out of the driveway Cooper's eyes brightened slightly and I know what he's thinking.
"Who else wants to go out?" God damn it… "Cooper, some of us are still quite tired from waking up." I tilt my head slightly to indicate Kurt who just glares at Cooper before returning to his pancakes. "By some you mean Kurt but come on Blainey! When was the last time we both played in the park?"
He's got a point, I haven't played with Cooper for a really long time... But what am I? Four? "Cooper, 1) My arm is still recovering and 2) You can go by yourself. The house doesn't need any more shattered glass." Cooper just pouts and slumps in his chair in defeat. "Well what am I supposed to do while waiting for Michael Bay to give me my Transformers script?" I roll my eyes knowing that he really didn't nail that audition… but I didn't want to make him feel bad.
"Would a movie marathon keep you busy?" asked Kurt who was getting annoyed with Cooper. Well, Kurt looks so sexy no matter what emotion he's in… I am an odd person. Both Cooper and Finn nod their heads vigorously. Lauren looks at his brother like he was absolutely crazy. "I'm putting in The Little Mermaid!" said Cooper who bolted into the living room searching for practically the whole Anderson Siblings' favorite movie of ALL TIME.
"I'll go make sure Cooper doesn't break any – " Crash. Too late. Lauren sighs and puts her empty plate in the sink. She passed me and ruffled my hair. "Wear your curls more often, they suit you." I roll my eyes at Lauren who disappeared into the living room cleaning up whatever picture frame Cooper broke.
Kurt smiled and ran his hands through my hair with a satisfied grin. "You're sister's right you know." I look at him and smile. He pressed his lips to my cheek and standing up to put his plate into the sink. "Don't sweat it dude, I'll wash the dishes." Kurt raised an eyebrow at Finn. He usually doesn't do chores around the house… Especially dish washing.
Finn looked at me until I finally got it. Finn wanted to bring me and Kurt closer. He wanted to do the dishes so me and Kurt could cuddle or something. That's unusually nice of him. I just take Kurt's hand and drag him to the living room mouthing a soft "Thank You" to my giant of a friend.
"BLAINE IT'S STARTING!" Cooper yelled right when we were standing right behind the couch. Kurt sighed deeply making our presence known to Cooper who just blushed and told us it's starting. "We can see that Coop, thanks." I grab a few pillows from the couch and sat on the floor I put a pillow on my lap and Kurt lies down on it. I stroke his soft hair and hear his silent noises of contempt.
We sat in silence – Only because Cooper would shush us whenever we want to comment on something – throughout the movie. I could hear Kurt mouthing the lines of Ariel like he mouths almost every line in the musicals they watch. When the movie comes to the part where Ariel finally marries Eric, Kurt tugged my shirt. I moved my head down so he could whisper in my ear. His breath tickles my earlobe as he speaks.
"Speaking of weddings, I'm already planning ours." I smile widely and kiss his forehead. The credits roll and I heard Lauren's ringtone (Me and Kurt's version of Baby It's Cold Outside which she begged on bended knee for me to record because 'it's so cotton pickin' cute!') She read her text message and smiled. "Blaine, Cooper. My friend Melanie wants me to go to her house, Can I go?"
I look to Cooper indicating that he say so since I'm too content with Kurt on my lap. Possibly silently planning which color Primroses to use for the wedding bouquet. "I'll drive you there, besides I need to pick something up from work."Cooper stretched out and patted my curly haired head. I pouted in his direction and he just winked at me. Cooper is such a big Klaine shipper. (The couple nickname randomly given to us by Tina).
Lauren smiled at me and Kurt before going into the guest room to change and ten minutes later we were all alone in the living room. Finn already left halfway through the movie to play Left For Dead 4 on his Xbox. "So…" Kurt said while sitting to curl up beside me. "We're alone. Finn's downstairs. My room.? A New... Cuddle movie?" I was more than happy to oblige, even though he dragged me up the stairs.
After a good way into the movie (The Notebook) I was suddenly struck with some weird question. "Did you really mean it?" I say to Kurt who is curled up on my right side with my good arm around him. He looks up at me and giving me a famous 'Do I really need to explain this?' sort of look.
Of course he would know what I'm thinking about. Hence, one of the many reasons why Kurt and I are made for each other. "No seriously Kurt. I mean, we've been together for a year…"
"2 months and 21 days." I gave him a surprised look "I thought I was the one counting." I say
"What?"
"Nothing… Kurt, the point is we're young and…"
"Hopelessly in love with each other. Seriously Blaine," he shifted his position so that he was straddling my legs. "Yes, you've probably heard stories about it being nearly impossible to marry your High School Sweetheart. Or your first love…." He looks straight into my eyes knowing that we feel the same about each other "But I emphasize on the word nearly. Blaine, I am more than 120% sure that I will marry you." He leaned in for a soft and chaste kiss, leaving me wanting more.
"And I won't regret a single thing."
"I love you."
"I love you more."
"I love you to the moon and back."
Kurt giggled sweetly. God, I love it when he giggles. I feel like an angel grows its wings every time Kurt giggles. "You're such a dork." He says shaking his head slightly.
"But you love it." I say smirking, pressing our foreheads together for the millionth time today.
"Yes, I do. Now, are you just going to tease me or are you going to kiss me?" I make a whole act on thinking hard. Even putting a finger to my temple and tapping softly. This caused Kurt to giggle again behind his hand. "I don't know. Whenever I tease you I would hear you giggle, and I absolutely worship your giggle." This set another round of small giggles to shake Kurt's shoulders.
"But when I kiss you," I move closer so that our lips were only centimeters away. "A whole bunch of fireworks would explode all around me and both options keep me satisfied." This then made my boyfriend do an adorable pout. "But I think the latter would be a different kind of sensation, don't you agree?"
"Good answer." Then he closed the distance between our lips with a passionate kiss. I groaned when Kurt put his hands into my hair messing it up even more than it should be legally. This then granted him entrance and his tongue started to explore the insides of my mouth. I started to do the same and rolled him over so that I was on top of him. His hands went to the back of my neck and he twirled his fingers round and round the curls.
We were starting to really heat up until we heard an awkward cough from the door. I jumped off Kurt to lie beside him and look up to see Finn blushing red as a fire truck in embarrassment. "Uh… I was just about to order pizza… I've been knocking on your door and you weren't opening… What flavor would you guys like?" Finn has the worst timing in the world. He's an even worse cockblocker than Ron Weasley. And that's saying something, he's the king.
"Vegetarian would be fine Finn." Kurt said a bit annoyed that his brother walked in on us on one of our most heated unscheduled make-out sessions. "Now… Do you mind?" and Finn nodded dumbly. He closed the door behind him and I heard his hurried footsteps go down the stairs.
Kurt, frustrated, flopped down on the bed next to me and buried his head in my chest. "Finn is such a cockblocker." I chuckle softly only because we both are thinking the exact same thing. Considering that Finn volunteered to do the dishes so they can cuddle or something. He obviously didn't see this coming. I stroke Kurt's hair and hum softly a song sung by one of my mom's closest friends… Lea Salonga.
Kurt seemed to have recognized it and started humming along. Of course he would, he practically worshipped the ground Lea walked on (Right next to Barbra Streisand) Then he started singing the lyrics while listening to the soft thumps of my steady heartbeat. (Blaine, Kurt, Both. Just for reference)
Be still my heart
Lately its mind is on its own
It will go far and wide
Just to be near you
I chuckle softly because I would do exactly what my heart would tell me. I sing the next lines of the verse and I can feel Kurt's smile against my chest
Even the stars
Shine a bit bright I've noticed
When you're close to me
Kurt them sings the next line while snaking his arms around my waist
Still it remains a mystery
It's not a mystery that Kurt's here. It's not a mystery that we are together… possibly forever
Anyone who's seen us
Knows what's going on between us
It doesn't take a genius
To read between the lines
I laugh softly because of that. Obviously, I'm not a genius since I was practically oblivious of my feelings for Kurt and his feelings for me until he sang a song of mourning for a dead warbler.
And it's not just wishful thinking
Or only me who's dreaming
I know what these are symptoms of
We could be in love
I don't think we could be in love… We are. And I enjoy every single minute of it.
I ask myself why
I sleep like a baby through the night
Maybe it helps to know
You'll be there tomorrow
Don't open my eyes (Oooh)
I'll wake from the spell I'm under
Makes me wonder how
Tell me how
I could live without you now
Yeah… someone should tell me how did I deserve Kurt? How am I going to live without him now that he's practically a part of me. I don't think there are answers for that.
And what about the laughter
The happy ever after
Like voices of sweet angels
Calling out our names
And it's not just wishful thinking
Or only me who's dreaming
I know what these are symptoms of
We could be in love
I look straight into Kurt's eyes this time and he smiles up at me. Flirty duets are – according to both Kurt and Rachel – the best way to tell the other one that you love them. And we damn well are doing it now...
All my life
I have dreamt of this
But I could not see your face
Don't ask why
Two such distant stars
Can fall right into place
God, was Lea right there. We came from different ways. Families. Different schools. Different years (Even if it's just a one year difference.) We have found our place with each other… That's all that mattered at the moment. Kurt was all his and he was all Kurt's. He didn't want to change that at all.
Anyone who's seen us
Knows what's going on between us
It doesn't take a genius
To read between the lines
And it's not just wishful thinking
Or only me who's dreaming
I know what these are symptoms of
We could be in love
And what about the laughter
The happy ever after
Like voices of sweet angels
Calling out our names
And it's not just wishful thinking
Or only me who's dreaming
I know what these are symptoms of
We could be in love
I try to convey to Kurt through my eyes that I will forever love him and will never let him go… not for anything. He seems to get the message since he shifts his position to lean his head closer to mine. Our lips were only a mere inch apart. I could taste his breath.
Oh, it doesn't take a genius
To know what these are symptoms of
We could be Ooh
We could be
We could be in love
Could be in
We could be in love
Kurt presses his lips to mine and I feel like I could grow my own wings and soar into the sky. It's not passionate nor hungry or chaste… This kiss just makes their significant other know that they love each other and their love would last forever. This kiss could've also lasted forever if we didn't have lungs and needed to break for breath. Both of us are grinning like idiots while we press our foreheads together. I softly run a finger across Kurt's smooth cheek and cup it with my hand. He leans into the touch and smells my scent.
"I love you so much. So very much." I smile and lean in to give him a chaste kiss on the lips ending it with a small pop.
"I love you to the moon and back."
~End of Chapter 4~
The chapter is long and boring but I added a Klaine make-out scene! Which HAS to happen in Season 4 or I will write a letter (death threat) to the president of FOX that I will unscrew his head and drop the wishing pennies down his throat… You thought I was kidding? I will strangle him too… to add more drama. Then I will drop the pennies.
Now I will end my seamless plan of killing the president of FOX (who practically hates Klaine and ships Finchel too hard… not that I don't like the so called Finchel, I do! It's just getting really annoying when they get an average of 3-4 kisses per 2 episodes while Klaine and Brittana get what… 2 throughout the whole season? I'M IN A RAGE!)
I will now stop rambling and end this note with an epic line on the show:
"Becky Faye Jackson. You did it. You in the prom with a crown on your head and a hot piece of booty on your arm."
Who doesn't love Becky? Now, I got to go before I start rambling again on how much I hate Fox and their president (EVIL!)