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Their plan took place for the rest of the week.
Kurt went on with his regular life. He talked to friends, attended class, and always brushed off the question of his soulmate's name with the excuse, "It's my choice to keep it private."
He saw Blaine too, occasionally. Never made conversation with him, but once in a while spotted him sitting alone at a lunch table back in the corner of the cafeteria, not eating. Or in the hallway, threatening a group of hockey jocks before a teacher broke them off and sent them on their way. Sometimes, he noticed now, Blaine skipped school altogether.
But that was none of his business. He had decided to keep to himself and his group of friends, who couldn't stop discussing summer plans.
"It's only like, one week away," sighed Rachel in a dreamy voice, waiting for Kurt to be done gathering his notebooks for the weekend. "Katie says she's going to throw a party every weekend, which is so cool because she has this swimming pool-"
"Katie?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah! The red-headed Cheerio who sits at our lunch table now!"
"Oh." Honestly, Kurt never really caught the names of all the cheerleaders that were suddenly their friends now.
"Yeah, and maybe my dads will let me host a party, but it would be so weird to have twenty huge football players stumbling about my sanctuary…" Rachel babbled on until Kurt hitched the strap of his bag over his shoulder and closed his locker.
He was ready to follow her out of school, until a certain dark-haired figure caught his eye. Halting, even when Rachel kept walking and chatting, he frowned to where Blaine was lounging at the other side of the filled hallway. Blaine made a crooked smile and motioned for Kurt to come over to him.
Kurt's cheeks flared. What on earth is he thinking? Right in the middle of everyone-?
"Kuuuurrttt!" he heard Rachel call over the noise.
"Uh, be right there, Rach!" Kurt shouted back, waving for her to keep going as he, stupidly, went over to Blaine.
"What the hell do you want?!" Kurt hissed once he arrived, ducking his head slightly and glancing at the filing students walking past them.
Blaine held his his hands in defense, a deja vu moment for Kurt, and said with a slight smirk. "No need for snapping, Hummel. I simply have a question for you."
Kurt twisted his mouth, antsy to get this over with. Not that talking to Blaine completely upsetted him, it's just they were in public in front of all these witnessing students.
"Fine. Fine. What is it?"
The other boy cleared his throat, for a second looking a bit nervous. Which was amusing to Kurt, since that expression didn't quite match its owner's leather-jacket, ripped-jeans, jet-black-shirt, and slight, chin-stubble look. "Today, after school. What are you doing?"
"Excuse me?"
"You wanna hang out?"
"W-what?" Kurt sputtered, flabbergasted and clutching the strap of his bag tighter. "No!"
"Kurt," Blaine said, simply and somewhat gently, making his honey-hazel eyes go big and puppy-like as he stepped forward. Kurt only flushed deeper, realizing he was comparing Blaine Anderson's eyes to puppies. His heart did in fact skip a beat when he noticed that was the first time Blaine had used his first name instead his last. "C'mon, please? We're," he dropped his voice to a whisper, "soulmates, after all."
That whisper was still too loud for Kurt. He glanced around frantically, completely worried those five students at the end of the hall heard them.
"I...I don't know."
Blaine smiled toothily, stepping forward even more and invading Kurt's space until the other boy backed up immediately. "Are you scared of a big, bad boy, Kurt?"
Kurt let out a surprisingly loud, "Ha!" and regretted it when he saw one of the five students glance their way. "As if, Anderson," he finished in a hushed whisper.
"Then let's go!" Blaine said, gesturing towards the doors leading out the school. "C'mon, I'll even be a gentleman and buy your food for you."
Food? Kurt thought, wondering if Blaine had actually planned this all out. "Well, maybe I'll be a jerk and order the most expensive item on the menu."
Blaine barked a laugh, already walking past Kurt and heading towards the door. "Whatever you say, Kurt."
They walked out the school in a pair. The parking lot was empty, thanks to the Friday and students wanting to get home as soon as possible. Kurt remembered in the back of his mind that Blaine drove a worn red pick-up. He scanned the lot for one, only finding some teacher vehicles and a motorcycle. A motorcycle that Blaine was heading to right now…
"Oh my god, hold up." Kurt stopped, raising a hand. "You drive a bike? A motorcycle bike?"
Blaine shrugged, smiling quite proudly. "I know, I know, drool as long as you want, I don't mind."
"But...isn't it, I don't know, dangerous?"
"Dangerous?" Blaine asked in mock-shock, swinging a leg over the bike's seat and reaching behind him to grab a white helmet. "I laugh in the face of danger! Ha ha ha!"
Kurt scoffed, shaking his head. This boy was crazy, and apparently so was he since his legs were carrying him over to Blaine and standing at his side. "Did you just quote The Lion King, Mr. Dangerous?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Blaine said, distracting himself by loosening the helmet's strap, finishing and holding it out to Kurt with a closed-lip smile.
Kurt stared at it, pinching his brow. "Um, don't you, the driver, need that?"
"Well, you see," Blaine explained matter-of-factly. "If something horribly drastic happened, I would be in way less trouble if it was I who would suffer, not the innocent passenger." He pushed it against Kurt's chest. "So here you go."
In reluctant defeat, Kurt shoved on the helmet and clicked the strap into place under his chin, pushing his shoulderbag behind his back as he awkwardly boarded the bike behind Blaine. He was especially extra-cautious to keep his hands on either side of the seat and his body as far from Blaine as he could.
He heard Blaine chuckle in front of him over the engine, and suddenly hands were grabbing his wrists and pulling him forward. Kurt let out a "Ohph!" when his chest was brought pressed against Blaine's back. The other boy clasped Kurt's hands together in front of Blaine's chest.
"Ready?" Blaine shouted, nudging the kickstand up with his foot.
Kurt fumbled with helmet and almost became unbalanced until he grasped the front of Blaine's shirt, all while the thought of Holy shit this is the closest you've ever been to any boy holy god replayed on repeat in his mind. He managed a thumbs up with a gloved hand until he reclasped them and held on a bit too tight.
The vibration of Blaine's laughter travelled against him. The engine revved once more, and Blaine sped them out on the road.
Hours passed like minutes, the same feeling you get from a dream.
Blaine, being a gentleman as he promised, bought Kurt a burger and soda from the drive-thru of Burger King.
They eventually stopped at the park on the edge of town; the one complete with a creaking swing set and broken monkey bars. Blaine had parked his bike and offered to help Kurt down, but seeing the boy was fine on his own, he headed to the open, grassy field.
"Romantic," Kurt teased, sipping cheekily out of of his straw.
"Oh, shut up," replied Blaine with a mouthful of cheeseburger.
The sun was bleeding orange across the sky, shining beams through the treeline. Kurt and Blaine stopped at a random spot, Blaine plopping down cross-legged and Kurt easing down on the grass since stains would be a nightmare on his skinny jeans.
They munched on their burgers in silence for a minute, listening to crickets and cars driving in the distance.
Kurt swallowed his food and played with the corner of his wrapper when he decided to break the ice. "So what's your story, Anderson?"
Blaine looked at him, his dark eyebrows brought down in confusion. "Story? I don't have a story."
"Sure, we all have a story." Kurt shifted his legs so they were crossed like Blaine's, shifting a bit closer. "We'll start easy, what's your favorite color?"
Blaine blanked for the first time in ages. Questions like that weren't asked to him on a regular basis. "Red, I guess."
"Hm," Kurt said, now swirling the straw of his cup around. "Like, a deep red or a rose red? Or a burnt red because that's-"
"This red," Blaine laughed, feeling as if Kurt could ramble on colors forever. He nudged Kurt's calf with his knee, eyes on the red of his pants.
"Oh!" Kurt's eyes widened. Blaine hoped with the realization that he was wearing Blaine's favorite color, but he was most likely mistaken.
"What about you?" Blaine asked, drawing the conversation to Kurt.
"Well, I love turquoise, also royal purple, and teal is pretty as well," Kurt answered, eyes bright with passion. "Silver is nice, especially for accessories like scarves. Oh! And yellow-"
"Okay, okay!" Blaine laughed, smiling widely. "I get it, you look great in a ton of colors."
Kurt brushed off that comment with a blush to his cheekbones and the next question, "Alright, favorite subject? And you cannot say lunch."
They stayed like that for hours, back and forth, asking the basics. Blaine found Kurt absolutely fascinating, especially compared to himself.
"My dream is to go to New York," Kurt had said with a far-away look before naming off a hundred Broadway shows he was dying to see.
"My dad owns this tire and lube shop, so I guess I kind of know how to fix cars," he had added modestly, but just the thought of Kurt all in grease-monkey attire made Blaine's mind temporarily short circuit.
All these wonderful things, and here was Blaine answering usually in one-worded replies. He made sure of this, not that he didn't trust Kurt (this was, by far, the longest time they had spent together) it was just how he was. Simple as that.
Until Kurt decided to go back to his original question. "Okay, the Blaine Anderson story," Kurt giggled, now lying next to him on the grass as the sky turned dark overhead. "Just give me something. What are your parents like?"
Blaine tensed, the grin he'd worn for hours now fading fast. "They're...fine."
"C'mon, what do they do for jobs?" Kurt asked, nudging Blaine's arm playfully. "Is one of them a spy?"
"No. Look, they're fine, isn't that enough?" Blaine snapped, feeling his chest tighten. It wasn't Kurt's fault, but just the thought went red alert on his inner walls. No way was Kurt going to get the truth tonight.
Kurt was silent next to him, and Blaine could feel him staring at him even though he refused to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry," Kurt finally said, softly.
Blaine turned his head, face-to-face with Kurt's big, impossible gray-blue-green eyes which were watching Blaine with such concern and maybe even...care.
It, weirdly, melted Blaine's heart.
They were like that, stilled and staring. Blaine couldn't recall how they ended up like this, on their backs and elbows bumping, breaths brushing each other's faces. Hell, everything was like in the janitor's closet for Blaine: up close and personal. He took in Kurt's gorgeous skin and button nose and those lips, fuck they were parted slightly and right there and Blaine could not stop staring…
Only when the screen of Kurt's phone lit up through his pant's pocket was when he tore his gaze away.
They awkwardly shifted away, Kurt pulling out his phone and tapping to see the message while Blaine sat up and cleared his throat, not sure on what to think.
"It's my dad," Kurt said. "He's wondering where I am...I-I better get home."
"Right." Blaine scrambled to his feet, dusting his hands on the sides of his jeans and almost reaching out a hand to help Kurt up, but hesitating and reconsidering. Kurt was already on his feet when he made the decision.
They walked to his bike, side by side, not saying a single word.
A/N: Voila! A longer chapter this time, I hope you enjoyed! :D Again, thanks to all who favorite, review, and even just read. It means so much to me, so thank you all :)