AN: Right, so here's the next chapter…
I had originally intended to update this yesterday, but I ran out of steam when writing…
I'm not entirely sure why I found this chapter so hard to write…
It's probably because I live in a world of unicorns and rainbows…
:D
Chapter 4 – He's Got Two Left Feet
Blaine stared out of his living room window as dusk set in on Saturday. He was waiting anxiously for Kurt and Nick to arrive so they could begin their dance lesson. Cradling a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, Blaine lounged on the window seat, leaning against the cold glass. He hated waiting, and he really would have rather they had these dance lessons elsewhere, but Blaine really could not deny Kurt anything.
Blaine absently noted the rumbling of an engine and he recognised the car to be Nick's as it pulled up outside his house. As the passenger side door opened with vigour, Blaine's heart quickened as Kurt was revealed. Noticing the distress clearly evident on Kurt's face, Blaine frowned deeply. A puckered brow does not belong on an angel's face.
Nick strode around the car and practically pulled Kurt off of his seat and out of the vehicle. It was obvious that Kurt was upset with Nick. Nick trapped Kurt between his arms and leant in. Just as Nick's undeserving lips were about to make contact, Kurt turned his head so Nick could only kiss his pale cheek. Flashing Nick a cheeky smile, Kurt ducked beneath the arms that restrained him and raced up the pathway to Blaine's front door. Despite the smile that now graced his face, even from a distance Blaine could notice the sadness was still in his eyes.
Blaine gently placed his now empty mug of coffee on the side and stood up from the comfy window seat. Upon hearing the distinctive sound of the copper doorknocker battering the wooden door, the boy rushed over to the front door. He quickly undid the latch, before he flung the door open. Blaine was greeted with the smiling face of Kurt and a bemused Nick. If Blaine wasn't staring so intently, he probably wouldn't notice how Kurt was leaning away from Nick slightly. However, Blaine did notice and the small gesture made him hopeful. He quickly squashed these hopes, though, not wanting to get too excited about something that was probably meaningless.
The three boys exchanged brief and polite greetings, before Blaine invited the other two in. He led them through the grandly decorated hallway to the luxuriously furnished living area. Some of the furniture had been pushed to the side to clear a dance space and there was a CD player resting on a polished coffee table.
Wishing to get this horrid dancing ordeal over with, Blaine cleared his throat slightly, "Right, then. Let's see what we've got to work with."
He walked over to the CD player, footsteps echoing quietly against the bare floor, and pressed play. A simple piano melody floated out of the stereo, filling the silence. Glancing at the couple, Blaine waved his arm towards the cleared space, indicating that they should make use of the space.
Kurt dragged Nick over to the centre of the room, positioning his hands in the correct manner. Blaine was thankful for that small success, although Nick's hand was resting quite low on Kurt's back. Kurt supplied a disapproving glare, before moving the offending hand up to the small of his back. Nick just smiled sheepishly as the boy in his arms.
Blaine glanced away for the briefest of moments, feeling the strong urge of jealousy wash through him. He longed to hold Kurt tenderly in his arms and stare openly up at the taller boy with love and adoration. Controlling the impulse to rip his beloved from the monster's arms, Blaine returned his gaze to the couple in the middle of his lounge.
Whilst Kurt moved relatively fluently, his movements were hindered by Nick's stumbling form. His actions were robotic and ridged, and his feet seemed to refuse to move to the beat, preferring instead to tread heavily on Kurt's toes. This action earned him pained gasps from Kurt and icy glares from Blaine. No one should ever be treading on Kurt's toes, not matter how accidental. Kurt was far too precious to subject to such actions.
After the sixth time Nick stomped on Kurt's feet, Blaine rushed forward.
"Okay, stop. Stop!" Blaine interjected, pushing the pair apart.
"Why?" Kurt asked inquisitively, although it was clear he was glad to be apart from the clumsy boy. Kurt leaned against the couch and began to rub his toes.
"That. Nick, you cannot keep on treading on Kurt's toes," Blaine stated, gesturing towards Kurt's actions.
Nick flushed a deep red before calmly suggesting, "Perhaps you and Kurt should show me how it's done, then."
His tone was sarcastic, but Blaine happily took him up on the offer, holding out his hand to Kurt. Only slightly taken aback, Kurt gladly accepted it and allowed himself to be lead towards the open space. Their position was comfortable and they immediately fell into step with one another easily. The two boys were waltzing around the room freely, any thoughts of the other boy disregarded as they became lost in each other's eyes. As the final few notes of the song sounded, their dance came to a natural end, slowing down gradually before coming to a complete stop.
Gazing into each other's eyes, they almost didn't hear Nick's sardonic applause. Upon hearing Nick gruffly clear his throat, Kurt seemed to awaken from his Blaine induced daze, disentangling his fingers from where they had knitted with Blaine's. Taking a slight step backwards, Blaine cast his eyes downwards, breaking the connection. He had completely forgotten Nick was in the room.
"And that is how one dances," Blaine announced, pretending that being in such close proximity to Kurt hadn't made his heart start beating faster. Blaine thought he was doing a pretty good job of hiding his internal flailing when he noticed Nick's expression. His eyes were narrowed, as they often were when he looked at Blaine, obviously seeing straight into Blaine's soul. Well, that might have been a slight exaggeration, but the murderous expression on Nick's face was enough to make him nervous.
"Perhaps we should dance, Blaine. I don't think I've quite got the hang of it," Nick said. His tone was perfectly calculated, not even hinting at a hidden agenda. However, the ice in Nick's eyes told a completely different story. Blaine reluctantly inched forward, wondering what the other boy had in store.
Kurt, still slightly breathless from dancing, retreated against a wall, allowing the other two boys the entire space. Slightly dizzied from all the spinning, although if he was honest with himself that wasn't real reason for his giddiness, Kurt hardly noticed Blaine's rigid posture as Nick strode forward, resuming his awkward position. Nick's eyes held nothing but malice as they began to dance.
"I've seen the way you look at him," Nick hissed angrily in Blaine's ear, gripping onto Blaine a bit more tightly then strictly necessary, allowing his nails to sink in to the other boy's skin.
"Can you blame me?" Blaine said with a slight dream-like quality to his voice. He refused to show any fear, despite his nervousness at Nick's accusations. Especially because Nick was entirely correct. Of course he had been looking at Kurt with nothing but adoration, it was impossible not to.
"Kurt is mine," Nick jeered back. To punctuate the final word, Nick stamped hard on Blaine's right foot. There was no way it could have been an accident, his foot was far too forceful. Kurt looked up as Blaine let out a clipped howl of pain.
Stumbling backwards, Blaine declared, "I can't do this. I simply can't!"
"Why is that Blaine?" Nick smirked, clearly hoping he could get Blaine to admit his love for Kurt. Maybe then Kurt would stop spending so much time with Blaine.
Blaine took a shaky breath, composing himself, before reply, "You've got two left feet, Nick. I'm sorry, Kurt, but I can't help you. He's a hopeless case"
For a few brief moments there was silence. Blaine quickly assessed the look on Kurt's face, hoping against hopes that he wouldn't find disappointment on Kurt's face. Blaine had seen Kurt when he was truly upset and couldn't bare the thought of that expression being directed towards Blaine. However, Blaine did not find distress on Kurt's face, instead his eyes were narrowed and he was looking hard at Nick, clearly judging the other boy. Even Kurt could see that it was impossible to cause such discomfort accidently.
"It's alright," Kurt said reassuringly to Blaine, "However, I think Nick and I should probably get going."
Blaine nodded in agreement. He honestly didn't want Kurt to leave, but he was pretty sure his toe was bleeding and would need some attending to. Kurt glared at Nick, but grabbed his arm and began to pull him out of the room and towards the door. His face showed nothing but displeasure for the boy.
Just before exiting the room completely, Kurt turned back to Blaine and said, "I'm sorry about your toe. That looked like it hurt."
It did, Blaine thought, but chose not to express his thoughts to Kurt right now. It already looked as if Nick was in for a rough time. Despite his throbbing toe, Blaine felt a slight wave of pity for Nick. An angry Kurt was a scary Kurt.
"Goodbye, Kurt," Blaine called out, offering the taller boy a pained grimace. For some reason, it felt like he wouldn't be seeing the other boy for a long time.
"Bye, Blaine," Kurt replied, his hard features softening into a gentle smile, before he turned the corner and disappeared from sight.
After his front door closed, Blaine heard the unmistakable sound of Kurt shouting at Nick. He tried not to smile too much at their arguing, but was largely unsuccessful.
AN: I don't think that was up to my usual standard, but it should be at least readable(:
One more chapter to go, after this one, methinks…
I think I have a nice way to round it off…
Hopefully, I'll post again very shortly...
It's the summer holidays now so I don't have so many obligations.
Also, this chapter was a bit shorter than usual… I dunno why.
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(I read all of the reviews and you are all so kind… I'm gonna do a special thanks kinda thing next chapter ;))