I just wanted to thank you all for the wonderful response I have gotten to this story – I am continually amazed that people actually enjoy reading what I write! This chapter is quite a lot of dialogue, so I apologise for that (unless you like dialogue, then woohoo!) and it is also kinda short, but I wanted to get something up.
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"You performed in a GAP store?" Kurt gasped, unable to restrain the smile spreading out on his lips.
Laughing, Blaine replied, "okay, I admit, it wasn't one of my finest moments. But in my defence, the hype surrounding Valentine's Day was clouding my judgement."
"Okay, okay. So that was February...what about March? Surely your spontaneity couldn't beat serenading someone in a clothing store..." Kurt asked eagerly, unconsciously adjusting his position so he was ever so slightly closer to Blaine.
"Haha, no, I don't think anything I've ever done in my entire life could beat that... March... oh, yeah, March! That was an interesting month, um, I kind of bought these pants I'd been wanting for ages, which were..."
But Kurt couldn't understand the end of his sentence as Blaine's voice became muffled.
"Pardon? I didn't catch that end part there with you cowering in your shame," he joked.
"... they were $400."
"Blaine! You spent $400 on a pair of pants?" Kurt said shocked, playfully slapping Blaine on the shoulder. He paused for a moment, before continuing, "did they at least look good?"
A smile toying at his lips, Blaine looked back up at Kurt and sighed, "they looked amazing!"
"Then at least they were worth it. Okay, April?"
"Ah, April was probably my favourite. I taught myself to play the guitar. I mean, it was pretty easy to pick up because Mum had me in violin lessons by the time I was six, and I've been playing since then. But whenever I mentioned wanting to pick up the guitar, my Dad would say no and that I needed to stay focused on violin. So on the last day of April at about ten minutes before midnight I decided, 'who cares what he thinks' and then bought a guitar on Ebay," Blaine said. "Of course, I had to play in secret for a while, knowing Dad wouldn't approve, but I ended up telling him just a couple of weeks ago. He wasn't too happy but -"
Blaine stopped speaking and then just looked at Kurt, who was currently looking at him with an unrecognisable look in his eyes and his lips not quite closed together.
"Kurt, are you okay? Kurt?"
"Oh, sorry! My mind was off wandering for a moment there," Kurt said with a chuckle, a slight blush spreading up his neck and then onto his cheeks.
"Are you sure? You look a little flustered, or something..."
"I'm fine, really. Although, I do need to get back. Dad and Carole are expecting me to be back by lunch," Kurt smiled, the blush on his cheeks still there, as he stood to look down at Blaine.
"Seriously? You're really going to leave me hanging here, without knowing what I said that put that cute little blush on your cheeks?"
"Who says it was something that you said?" Kurt smiled, before turning on his heel and walking back towards his cabin. After a few moments, he stopped and then turned back to find Blaine still sitting exactly where he'd left him. Blaine looked up with joy in his face as Kurt called to him, "meet me back here at seven."
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"Hey Kurt, where're you going?" Burt asked from the couch, having noticed Kurt walking towards the door.
Seeming a little startled, Kurt turned and looked at his dad, before saying, "when I was out this morning I had a couple of my books in my bag, and now I can't find To Kill A Mockingbird, so I'm just gonna go out for a bit and retrace my steps. I shouldn't be too long, but assuming I find it, I might hang around outside and read it a bit more, you know, make the most of this weather while it lasts."
"Okay, just make sure if you're gonna be too long that you pop in and let us know?"
"Yeah, of course. Bye," Kurt called, closing the wired-door behind him.
One of the things Kurt loved greatest about the Summer is that it stays somewhat light for hours had later than usual. By the time he reached what he had internally named "their spot", it was just past seven and Blaine was nowhere to be seen.
Kurt was just placing his bag down next to one of the large oak trees when two hands clasped down on his shoulders, causing him to jump slightly.
"God, Blaine. You almost gave me a heart attack!" he breathed, twisting to be met with one of Blaine's too wide smiles.
"All I can say is that it serves you right, for leaving me hanging back here this afternoon. Now, are you going to tell me what it was that I said or not?"
Kurt found himself smiling at the memory of that morning. "Hmm, I dunno..."
"Oh really?" Blaine asked, his fingers closing around Kurt's wrists and pulling him a little closer.
"Yeah," Kurt whispered, the pressure Blaine was applying to his wrists making his head spin. "I think..."
"'Cause I think I know a way that I could possibly change your mind..."
"I don't think you could," Kurt said quietly, trying to keep his breathing steady, "and anyway, wouldn't that step over the line of 'one thing per month'?"
Blaine shrugged, his face so close to Kurt's that he could feel Blaine's breath intermingling with his own. "It's my agreement; I made the rules, I can change them just as easily. Are you going to tell me yet?"
"Uh, maybe?"
"So, what was it exactly that I said that left you all flustered and shy?" Blaine asked one final time, his hands moving to grip Kurt's waist.
"Everything. You just – oh God, this is gonna sound so corny!" Kurt said, hiding his face in his hands.
"I bet that it probably won't," Blaine said, the look in his eyes so sincere that Kurt swore, if asked, he would spill every single secret he's ever had to him.
"It's just, with all the stuff about your violin and teaching yourself the guitar, and the GAP attack, and those $400 pants!" Kurt sighed, "I mean, I know I've only known you for what - three days – but I honestly think that you are the man of my dreams."
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I know you're going to hate me but I just enjoy cliffhangers far too much for my own good. But please review and let me know what you thought!
Em xo