"Hey Kurt! What's it like to kiss Bla-"
Kurt gave Peter a death glare that shut the boy up immediately. He held up his hands innocently, suddenly scared of Kurt.
"Sorry, I forgot…"
Kurt looked back to his notes. He regretted posting up the pictures even more now. Everyone that he'd walked past that he knew had stopped and asked him the same question.
He remembered watching that interview last night. When Blaine looked at the picture of them, Kurt thought he saw something flash in his eyes for a millisecond. Kurt was desperate to know how Blaine felt in that short moment.
He suddenly wanted to Blaine to call him again. But he wouldn't know what to say… plus, Mercedes stole his phone and refused to give it back.
"Kurt?" his head snapped up as he came out of his thoughts. It was Peter again. "Urm… I've wanted to ask you for ages, but, I'm really nervous… do you want to… um… go out for like… dinner or something?"
"As in a date?" Kurt was shocked. Sure he knew Peter had been crushing on him since they first met, but he never really thought much about it.
"Uhh… yeah." Kurt looked into his eyes. They were a pale green, nothing like the full hazel ones that Blaine has… he was also slightly taller than Kurt, and Blaine is really small. He also had blonde hair…
Kurt caught himself… he was comparing this boy to Blaine…
No, Kurt thought, I need to stop comparing everyone I know to him. I need to move on…
He may of needed to, but he didn't want to…
"Sure. Say this Friday?" Peter's face beaming from Kurt's answer. He started bouncing on his heels when he talked.
"Oh my God! Thank you! I'll pick you say around… 7?"Kurt nodded, smiling slightly, regretting saying yes already. He walked off to the back of the room to gossip with Libby, his friend, when Mercedes caught his attention.
"Kurt? Since when have you gone on dates? Four years ago you said you'd never go on a date again." he silently cursed at her. She had to bring up that didn't she?
"Times change 'Cedes. And I'm twenty two, I can do what I want." he got up, grabbing his book and walked out of the room, not caring that class hasn't even started yet. He missed it yesterday, what's the harm in one more day?
But he didn't want this. He didn't want this date with Peter. He wanted Blaine. Blaine. The guy he's in love with. The guy he's always loved. The guy he lost his virginity to.
Ever since Blaine had left, he'd never felt whole. Like something vital was missing and he shouldn't be breathing while it was gone.
Now he knew exactly what Blaine does and where he goes, it's worse.
His heart ached when he watched last nights interview. Blaine had said he was going back to LA. It felt like he'd left all over again.
He got into his car as the tears began to roll down his cheeks. He thought he was finally over it. But no, he comes back and now Kurt was falling apart all over again.
Blaine Anderson was going to be the end of him.
Blaine yawned as he walked through the airport. He was tired from staying up the whole flight back to LA. He'd been thinking of Kurt ever since the plane took off and now he felt depressed at being so far away again.
He had a cap on his head and sunglasses covering his face, but everyone still seemed to know who he was. He was used to fan girl screams, but he jumped a mile when his body guard was screamed at.
"-I KNOW ANDERSON. NOW IF YOU DON'T MOVE YOUR FAT ASS I'M GOING TO GO ALL LIMA HEIGHTS!" that was typical Santana… but what was she doing here? He turned to see her with a deadly look in her eye, his security holding her back, and Brittany just standing there with a confused look in her face.
He walked over and the man raised his eyebrows. Blaine just lifted a hand, making him back away from Santana.
"THAT'S RIGHT! YOU MOTHERFU-"
"SANTANA! Calm the fuck down!" he grabbed her by the shoulders as he yelled. She scowled, but before either could say anything, Brittany leapt into another massive hug with Blaine.
"My tiny dolphin!" Blaine rolled his eyes, but he was once again stopped from saying anything by his manager.
"Blaine. We need to go. By all means bring them with you." he nodded and he followed her, Santana and Brittany following him. He ignored their babbling and the screams of the fans. He made it to the limo without any more interruptions.
He sat in the back, taking off the sunglasses and rubbing at his tired eyes. Santana and Brittany sat besides him. Santana was smirking and Brittany smiling like crazy. When the limo started moving Blaine could finally ask them without being interrupted, by hugs or managers.
"What are you doing here?"
"It's not too hard to follow a celebrity, Blaine. Plus, I'm making sure you've tried to call Kurt. I can no longer blackmail you, so I'm annoying you with my presence."
"I called him, okay? I got one word out, he dropped the phone and now Mercedes won't give it back to him. And you don't annoy me too much, you and Britt are fun to hang with if you're not bitching." which was a lot of the time, to be fair. But after his recent meeting with Santana, he'd say she's relatively nicer. Maybe Brittany was rubbing off on her or something.
"I've never liked her. She's worse than Berry. And if Hummel really dropped his phone… that means something. He obviously still feels something for you…"
Blaine had already thought most of this through. He started dozing off while Santana continued talking. And he fell asleep, not caring if Santana went all bitchy on him when he woke up.
When he did, Santana was pushing him head first out of the limo. He hit the sidewalk and Santana was laughing as she walked out. Blaine looked up to see a photographer taking pictures. He groaned.
"Santana I'm going to kill you." he got and ran after her, she seemed to know exactly where they were going. He assumed his manager had told her in the limo while he slept. Brittany was skipping after us, giggling.
they got into the building and she ran to the counter, he followed and accidentally ran straight into his manager. She stopped him from running after Santana again.
"Blaine, you're acting like a teenager."
"Sorry… she just… ergh…" he rubbed his head and his manager laughed.
"Here." she handed him a key with a number on it, "It's your room key. Take the girls up and have a rest. You need it. You've a video shooting tomorrow for It Was You. Then a photo shoot and interview Friday." He nodded, only just realising Brittany was at his shoulder. He smiled at her and she grabbed his hand, dragging him over to Santana.
"Lucky for you I'm tired. Now come on." he held Brittany's hand and she linked pinkies with Santana and dragged them both to the elevators. Once inside Brittany let go of his hand and turned to Santana. They started whispering into each others ears. Blaine waited patiently and once the doors slid open he had to pull them out because they were so absorbed in each other they didn't notice. He pushed them into the room and it took a minimum of three seconds before they started making out.
Blaine shook his head at the couple. Most guys would say seeing a lesbian make out session would turn them on. It mainly just annoyed Blaine. He walked past them and dumped his bag on the floor.
"If you two keep me up, I will kill you." then he left them, not totally sure if they'd heard him. He collapsed onto one of the beds, (Luckily there were two, in separate rooms) and fell asleep pretty quickly.
Blaine was lip syncing in a set of New York for his music video when he heard Santana screaming at some guy. He didn't even know why he kept the two around, let alone let them come on set.
Oh, They're the closet thing you have to Kurt…
The director called cut and Blaine sat down on one of the sets benches. Brittany skipped up laughing about something.
"Blainey, your dancers suck." Blaine's eyebrows raised. He knew Brittany was a fantastic dancer and he also knew his current dancers didn't want to be here. He thought they must be homophobic or something.
"Seriously I bet me and Santana can do better after just watching." Blaine noticed that she hadn't really said anything outrageously stupid since they'd first started talking on Monday. Maybe these two girls were brushing off on each other.
"Wanna' bet?" he said as a joke. But he admitted to himself he'd prefer Brittany and Santana to the two other girls. She nodded and Blaine smiled. He looked over to see his director walking over, a grumpy Santana walking after him.
"Do you know her?" he asked.
"Yeah… how would feel if these danced instead of them. Britt said that from watching they know moves but would put more effort in?"
"If they can change in less than two minutes." Britt clapped and ran over to the clothes, picking out the same things as the other dancers, Santana skipped after smiling. And then, exactly a minute and a half later, the girls were changed and were standing in place, waiting for Blaine to walk up.
When the started shooting again, the difference was obvious and Britt and Santana were definitely putting in more effort and looked more comfortable. And, true to Britt's word, they knew the moves. They finished the video with Britt's and Santana's arms draped over his chest. When the director called it a wrap he couldn't help but hug the two.
The two ex dancers were looking at three with hatred I their eyes, while everyone else was clapping at them.
"Shame we weren't in a cool persons music video, ay Britt?" Blaine shook his head at Santana, who stuck her tongue out at him. She laughed and hugged him again. "Don't think this gets you out of getting back Kurtsie. We're staying till it happens."
Blaine closed his eyes. He had been happy for just a moment. Just a moment Kurt was out of his head. Just a moment he had forgot.
He pulled away, giving her a sad smile.
"Santana, Blainey misses Kurt. You're making him sad." wow. Brittany is getting smarter…
He walked away, leaving them to talk. He got out his phone again. He started skimming through old photos, until he found the one he wanted. A picture of him and Kurt. One from their first Christmas as a couple (their only one too). Kurt was dressed all Christmassy and sexily too. Blaine had a dorky Santa hat on and they were hugging, staring at the camera.
A stray tear rolled down Blaine's cheek as he pocketed his phone and walking over his manager to see why she was calling for him.
OH MY GOD!
The song…. Sorry it's got me in a Christmassy mood, therefore saying the picture was a Christmas one… :D but, I'm super happy and I will be writing a short Klaine Christmas One Shot after this is up. Just because I super happy and feeling amazing! :)
I have also noticed I haven't put any disclaimers in this yet. I don't own anything….!
Warning for next chapter. Possibly smut. Not sure. But if I do, I've never wrote smut before so it'll probably be crap….
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