I walked up to the front door of my house, after parking in front of the garage, and tried the door. Strangely enough, it was locked.
"What…?" I murmured to myself, though didn't pay much attention to it as I walked around the house to the backdoor, on our deck. "Hey, Dad, I'm home!" I called through my house as I walked in, seeing as how the backdoor was open, but not the front.
No one answered when I called through the house once more. "Dad, where are you? I'm home, you know…?" I bit my lips as I scrutinized the house.
If you step into the house from the back door, you'll immediately see the living room on the right, and the kitchen on the left-connected by a foyer-type hallway that goes about into the mudroom, which then turns to the left to lead into a powder room. Though, if you had continued down the hallway without turning, you'd see a door that led into the garage. Back to the mudroom: there are two sliding doors that which opened to, on the right side: a closet for clothing and storage, and on the left: a pair of washing and drying machines.
If you were to walk into the kitchen, you'd see an island in the middle, surrounded by tile, and then another countertop that encircles the kitchen. Adjacent to the kitchen, if you walk past the island and on the far left, there is an open doorway to the dining room, which also connects to our deck outside(as well as the backdoor). Another living room of sorts is connected on the left side of the dining room, which is also completely open. If you were to walk through those rooms(or walk down the foyer and stop before the foyer meets the mudroom), you would step up into a separate floor which connected to the stairs leading up to our second floor.*
That all aside, I went to search for my dad throughout our lovely(but rather big) house.
You could say I was surprised to find my dad in the far living room with a woman. Which was fine. He should be happy after Mom passed.
But today was our day. Today, I wanted to hang out with my dad. Not my dad and some other woman. And really, how did he not hear me?
I cleared my throat before addressing him. "Um, Dad?" the two looked over at me.
"Oh, hey, Kurt! How you doin'?" Dad smiled at me, but didn't get up. "This is Carole, Kurt-Carole, this is my son, Kurt." I smiled at Carole when she turned to me again.
"It's nice to meet you, Sweetheart! Your dad has told me a lot about you, I've heard that you're very sweet." I'm sure he's said that. But I bit back any and all comments.
"Sorry, Bud, Carole and I met a week ago; I was gonna tell you when you called the other night, but I wanted it to be a surprise!" I flicked my eyes around the room awkwardly, scrunching my eyes just a bit in confusion.
"Wanted what to be a surprise…?" I asked expectantly, earning a giggle from Carole.
"Carole and I are going out; she's my lovely girlfriend right now…" Good for you.
"Dad, I thought today was our day; I haven't been home in weeks…!" I tried not to be intimidated by Carole's presence; I didn't want to make a bad example of myself.
"Well, how about tomorrow? I'll be here all day for you, 's that okay?"* I rolled my eyes and backed up a bit towards the edge of the landing.
"Fine. I'm going out; I'll see you later… Nice to meet you, Carole…" I called as I turned around, heading for the garage.
Closing the door behind me, I jumped when I saw a dark blue Mercedes sitting in our garage. And boy was it beautiful… Gosh, I would love to fix that car.
You see, my dad owns a garage down the street for fixing cars. He calls it 'Hummel's Car Wrench,' and used to bring me there to work on cars after Mom died. I think the only reason he would bring me there was to help me keep my mind off of Mom's death, but it didn't work out so well; I still vividly remember the day of that awful crash that stole her life so quickly.
Ignoring that, and the beautiful darling of a car, I walked out the garage door to my own car-it was an all black Escalade with dark-grey leather seats. I worship that car. She's my baby.
I leaned against my car with my phone in my hand, deciding on who to call. I already have Mercedes' phone number, Rachel's phone number, and I think Santana's number, but I'm not sure about hers or Brittany's…
I also have Blaine's number…
Smiling to myself a bit, I searched through my contacts to find Blaine's number(which was right under my uncle Andy's contact) and pressed send at the little icon of a cell phone next to his name, signaling that I had his cell phone number.
It dialed only a few times before a breathless and slightly excited, "Hello?" was heard.
"Blaine? It's Kurt, are you okay…?" I asked, blushing a bit at how flustered he seemed on the other end.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine, I was just-" Shifting items were heard through the pause. "just looking for my phone through the clutter that is my dorm-bed… Hah…" I giggled a bit, trying to picture Blaine's bed, which was probably covered in papers and books of some sorts. "So what's up? Aren't you hanging with your dad?" I bit my lip gently, pausing to picture my dad and Carole flirting on the couch.
"He's actually busy right now. Do you want to hang out?" I asked hopefully. I really hoped to hang out with Blaine-there was actually a lot we needed to talk about, pertaining him and Jasper, so this was a good plan anyway. It wasn't just to see his beautiful face, come on, give me some credit, here(which you still need to follow up on; you owe me for the 'God' moment the other day)…
"Uh, sure, I got nothing going on right now. Do you wanna come over here, or-"
"No." I cut him off firmly, biting my lip again and trying not to think of Karofsky potentially being there. "No, I mean, sorry-I just don't want-"
"That's fine, how about the Lima Heights Mall, then? It's pretty close to Dalton, actually." I sighed in relief, smiling to myself at Blaine's obvious knowledge.
"Sure, that sounds great…" I complied, turning to my car, but freezing when Blaine spoke again.
"Do you want me to pick you up?" God, yes. "It might be easier to just carpool, you know?" I swallowed, almost thinking that this was a sick trick that straight guys use on gays to make them feel more wanted, and therefore more loved than they really are. What? I'm not assuming anything…
"Uh, that-that sounds great…! Yeah, okay…" I stammered, feeling a blush spread over my cheeks.
"Cool! What's your address?" And so I gave it to him. "Beautiful, I'll be right over." And he hung up. Beautiful? That's just adorable.
I must have waited for at least 45-minutes before a beautiful, red, 1966 Mustang pulled into my driveway.
And I almost died right there when Blaine hopped out in a simple white tee shirt, black skinny jeans, freaking rainbow converse shoes, and pink Wayfarer sunglasses. This man will be the death of me. Oh? Have I established such already? I'll establish it again: This man. Will be. The death of me.
"Hey, Kurt! Wow, that's a really nice car! 2009 Escalade, right?" I blinked at him, breathless at just how amazing this man is.
"Uh, thanks, but… Blaine, you drive a Mustang?" I squeaked in disbelief, just staring at his car-no shame involved. Blaine, on the other hand, looked back at the car and just scowled at it with a snort of distaste.
"Ugh, yeah, it's my dad's car… He let me have it 'cause he didn't want to pay for the one I wanted…" If you don't want a freaking Mustang, boy…
"And what kind of car did you want…?" I asked softly, cautiously stepping towards the beautiful car.
"A Ford F1-50… White, preferably…" he mumbled, walking around the Mustang to open the passenger's seat for me. I blushed at the notion.
"Oh, thank you…" I murmured, trying not to smile too giddily at the fact that Blaine Anderson opened the car door for me like the gentleman he is, and the fact that I'm sitting in a 1966 Mustang convertible. Hell to the yes. "But…" Blaine looked down at me from outside the car as I looked up at him. "Why a Ford? I see you in this kind of car, but not in a Ford…" I inferred, hoping I wasn't prying too much.
There was a long pause before Blaine spoke. "It was my brother's favourate car." he simply said, sternly, and closing the door a bit roughly before stepping over to the driver's side. I decided against nosing into it for now; he did somewhat startle me…
It only took about ten, silent minutes until we made it to Lima's most popular mall. Blaine was the first to get out, and immediately opened my door before I could even register his movement. "… Look, I-sorry…" I heard him murmur. I shook my head, getting out of the car and smiling at Blaine.
"No, I was prying too much; I'm sorry, Blaine…" Blaine half-smiled, leaning behind me to close the door. Such an action made me blush at how Blaine certainly whispered an 'excuse me,' before doing so. He then locked the car and turned back to me.
"To the mall, then?" Blaine flashed me a soft smile, patting me on the back before turning and walking towards the mall. I looked after him a bit, wondering what all of that was before. It was then that I noticed something very strange about Blaine: Blaine hunched over himself a bit when he walked. That made my heart tighten a bit.
I ignored the feeling of my heart breaking slightly at how Blaine seemed so reserved and just trotted up to him to walk beside him.
Once inside the mall, Blaine and I simply walked around, not interested in anything in particular.
"So…" Blaine tired to break the ice. "What's up?" I shrugged a bit.
"Not much, school's kind of tough… The work overload, that is…" I replied softly, earning a hum of agreement.
"Yeah…" There was a bit of a long pause before I finally conjured up enough courage to ask Blaine that one something that's been on my mind for a long time.
"Blaine, can I ask you something?" Blaine looked over at me, though we both continued walking slowly.
"Sure, what is it?" I took a deep breath before figuring out how to word my question.
"… Are you depressed?" I flicked my gaze to his face, though could hardly see anything behind his dark eyes as they flicked to me.
"What do you mean?" he mumbled, his lips quirking in a slight, confused smile.
"Blaine, I see you every day with Jasper, flirting or just talking, and she's the one doing the talking. It's like a monologue." I earned a smile from Blaine at that. I continued, "I've seen you two walk into the lunch room, holding hands only when you've walked into the cafeteria. Only then are you smiling at her; only when you're with friends are you laughing; only when you're surrounded by friends do you look happy. Is it really happiness or just a big, fat, fraud to hide how you really feel?" Blaine looked paralyzed from my slight deduction, as he'd stopped walking. I matched such and stood in front of him, ignoring the slight crowd around us for a moment.
"… W-what?" I blinked at him, licking my lips before speaking more on the subject.
"Blaine, you don't look happy at all; you hunch over yourself when you walk-"
"That's not-" he whispered, though I ignored him and kept talking.
"You never interject an idea, you always get pulled into situations with other people. You're never alone, and when you are, you look sad and lonely-but satisfied at the same time!" I thought back to my second day of school: in Science class. "Do you remember my first week at Dalton? Science class; when I saw you sitting alone and glaring at Ms. Tanner? When I asked you why you were sitting alone, you said that Ms. Tanner had put you there as punishment."
"… Yeah?" I stared at Blaine solemnly.
"Blaine, you've been sitting there for weeks…" Something different flashed in Blaine's eyes. "You've never moved, and I've never seen you ask Ms. Tanner if you can move back to your friends…" Blaine scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"It's not like she's done anything about it either!" he snapped lightly, though I could tell he was trying hard not to cause a scene as he pulled me to the wall, away from the people. "Look, if she wasn't still pissed at me for doing what I did, then she'd tell me to go find a seat with my friends! I'm not gonna be some wise-ass and ask her if she's done with me, you know?" I tilted my head and stared at him crossly.
"And what was it that you did do to force you back there?" I asked expectantly.
"I said something I shouldn't have said in her class, and she decided on setting me apart from the others." Blaine answered sternly, giving me a hard look.
"Oh yeah? Is that what you told Jasper, too?" I asked sarcastically, tilting my head to the other side and raising an eyebrow at him. He just shook his head a bit and furrowed his eyebrows at me.
"What?" I rolled my eyes, knowing what Blaine told me had happened-and that wasn't it.
"Blaine, on my first day of Science there, I asked you why you were sitting all alone in the corner and you said it was because you were late to class 'the other day.'" I flicked my fingers as if using quotations around 'the other day.'
Blaine immediately closed his eyes and groaned in defeat at my inference. "Did you lie to me then or now? Or have you just never told me the truth?" I stared at him, wondering what the Hell he's thinking right now.
"… Okay, fine," he shook his head a bit, "I lied about what happened, but-that's no reason to think I'm depressed, okay? She really did put me there!" I nodded and thought of other sources.
"Then how come she lets me and Jasper sit with you? Hm? Most teachers, when they set someone apart from others, don't allow other students to sit with those who are set apart; What about that?" Blaine wasn't looking at me now. He had his head down and staring at the wall or the floor-or somewhere in between. "Blaine?"
"Kurt, how do you do it…?" Blaine suddenly asked, looking up at me with clouded eyes. I blinked at him, unsure of what he meant. Quite a change in the atmosphere, that's for sure…
"What do you mean?"
"Every day, I see you so sure of yourself-so proud of yourself…! I'll see you laughing with your own friends whom you probably met on your first week at Dalton; making faces and jokes with them and always looking so carefree… How do you…" he brought his hand up to wipe at his mouth as he turned his gaze away from me. I could see the confusion in his eyes; the slight tenseness that showed he was stressed; the sadness. I could see it all.
After a moment, Blaine reached over to grab my arm and dragged me down the mall-all the way into a family restroom-where it's most private. It was quite small inside, but roomy for only two people.
Blaine had locked the door as soon as we were both inside and whipped around to me, staring at me almost expectantly. "How do you know?" I blinked a few times in confusion, staring at him with just as much uncertainty as he for myself.
"Know-know what?" I asked softly, hoping to delve into Blaine's mind a little.
"How do you know if you're…" he paused, swallowing, before adding softly, "Gay…?" my jaw dropped at his question. Was Blaine really questioning himself?
"Blaine, a-are you-do you think you're gay?" I asked in the same, soft tone-hoping that I didn't sound too aspiring for an answer(because out of all that I know about Blaine, I'm still in love with him).
Blaine just crossed his arms and hunched up a bit, obviously uncomfortable. "I-I don't know… I don't know how I would know…" he bit his lip, staring at the sink next to us. I looked over at him through the mirror, and saw how his eyes were just darting around so much; he was swallowing every now and then, as if he really didn't know what to do.
"Have…" I took a deep breath, mentally stringing questions together to ask Blaine. "Have you ever had a crush on a guy before?" I asked softly, knowing that it would be more awkward if I were to speak with a full voice.
Blaine just shook his head in a no, still not looking at me. I just nodded and took another breath. "Are you happy being with girls and kissing girls?" Blaine licked his lips before nodding a bit frantically. Dammit, this is gonna be easy… "Have you ever kissed a boy?" This time, Blaine looked up at me, definite curiosity in his eyes.
"No…? Do you think I would know from that?" I bit my lip gently. Knowing from the questions I've already asked him, this probably won't go too well for me. But it sure will help him.
"Kiss me, Blaine." I felt my own heart flutter a bit when I said the words. I could tell from the way Blaine was staring at me that he was blushing-he obviously didn't know I was going there.
"Kiss-kiss you…?" he whispered, trying to clear it up for himself, I figured. I just took another deep breath and nodded swiftly.
"Yes, Blaine, it's the only way you'll know for sure whether or not you're really gay." Which is totally a lie, there are other ways that you can find out what you are; I just won't tell him that. "If you kiss me and it doesn't feel good, then you're not gay. But if it does feel good…" I cut myself off, flicking my eyes down to the floor.
There was a great pause of stressed hesitance before Blaine finally gave me an answer.
"… Okay." I looked back up to Blaine, swallowing from sudden nerves. "Are-are you sure you want to do this just to help me?" I hesitated before nodding. Blaine still didn't look too sure. "Have you ever kissed anyone before?" This time, I hesitated before shaking my head in a no. Blaine just nodded and stepped a little closer to me, making my heart beat a bit faster. "And you don't… You don't mind…? If I take that from you…?"
"Blaine, it's for experimentation…" I whispered, inching forward a bit, our faces now inches apart. Such close non-contact was making my head swim slightly-especially since I'm this close to Blaine Anderson.
"So it means nothing?" he whispered again, causing me to have to bite my lip again-because it meant something to me.
"… Nothing…" And I kissed him. I kissed him and immediately started breathing through my nose to keep the oxygen flowing.
His lips were so warm. And here I thought that Vampires are cold all over… Screw that, Edward Cullen… But they were warm. And for some reason, aside from this being Blaine's 'Am I Gay?' experiment, it felt right. It felt right and it felt good for a first kiss. It would probably feel good for any kiss!
All too soon did Blaine pull away. I guess I should have known that he didn't want to stay like that forever; neither of us know if he's gay yet, let alone want to kiss me.
I opened my eyes, realizing then that they were actually closed, and looked down at Blaine. Licking my lips, I blushed and turned away, laughing dryly because damn, it really felt good. "I-Did you-How was it…?" I asked after a moment, still a bit dazed about the kiss.
"It was… Different…" he replied, and when I turned to him, I saw his fingers running over his lips and staring at the ground. His eyes were wide and clouded over; I couldn't see behind them again.
"But did you like it…?" I pried, causing Blaine to lick his lips and look up at me.
"… Yeah… Yeah, I really did…" We may have a chance! "But that doesn't mean I'm gay, right?" Never mind.
"It-It could… Do you think you'd like to do that over and over again with a man?" Not to say that I do, per say.
Well, not that I don't.
But when Blaine nodded, I almost wanted to kiss him again. Although, when he spoke up again, my heart stopped. "It's just a kiss, though… I mean, I kiss girls all the time-they're just kisses." It wasn't just a kiss for me… "And really, a kiss is just a kiss; it doesn't mean you're any more or less in love with someone, right?"
"Unless you're a bad kisser…" I interjected, earning a laugh from Blaine. That made me smile a bit; to actually hear him laugh at something I said. When I meant for it to be funny, at least.
"Kurt, you're a wonderful kisser…" I silently gasped at him, feeling my heart flutter more-especially when he winked at me. "Just to let you know…"
Blaine and I decided on getting something to eat at the cafeteria inside the mall after that. We both promised each other that there was nothing awkward at all about what just happened between us; just an experiment.
"You know, you never answered my question…" I interjected as we sat with our lunches-mine a simple chicken salad, and Blaine's a slice of pizza with garlic bread on the side. Which was weird to me, so I asked him why he wasn't allergic to it or something(being that he is a vampire and all). I don't know, break out in hives? But all he said was:
"Whoever told you that is full of crap; I love garlic…" but whatever.
Now we were sitting and beginning our eating, and I brought that topic up.
"What question?" he asked, taking a bite of his pizza. I sighed and thought back to when we were walking down the mall, and I stopped him to ask if he was depressed.
"Are you depressed, Blaine?" I lowered my voice a bit as I asked, not wanting to be rude and shout an allegation as such all over the cafeteria of a mall. Blaine just stared at me as he chewed. I blinked at him, willing him to answer. As he swallowed, he set down the pizza and gave me a hard look.
"Remember when you asked why I preferred a White Ford rather than the Mustang?" Again, with the change of subject. Sighing again, I nodded at him-really, I wanted to get a few answers out of him and not have him go off on some other topic, but I guess that will have to wait. "I told you how it was my brother's favourate car?" I nodded again, resting my elbow on the table and letting my chin fall onto my open hand, staring at Blaine.
Blaine sighed, looking away from me. "My younger brother… His name was Connor… He was…" Blaine shook his head in thought. "Seven, maybe…" he smiled slightly, obviously picturing his brother at such a young age. Though the use of past tense for 'His name was…" scared me just a bit. "Connor loved cars… He had a little set of those-uh, what are those called…? Those-those little cars that came with roads that would make, like, a giant circle," he made a circle with his fingers, which I thought was cute and made me smile. "and it would come with a machine that would thrust the car up through the circular road when you press a button? You know?" I thought for a moment on what he was talking about then laughed because of my own experience with the 'Hot Wheels' cars.
"'Hot Wheels', Blaine, that's what they're called…" Blaine laughed as well, pointing at me as he agreed.
"That's right…" I almost stopped smiling at the way Blaine looked so heart-broken all of a sudden. I let him speak, though. "… Connor loved those cars… This one set he had was specific to only those for off-road and stuff, you know? And… And the Fords were always his favourate…" Blaine swallowed, almost painfully, though. Slowly, he reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a silver car-one that really resembled a Ford F1-50; the same type that Blaine had wanted for himself. "This one was his absolute favourate…" I stared at the tiny car; it was no bigger than Blaine's first three fingers.
"Why do you have it with you? Were you planning on telling me this story?" I teased lightly, but I didn't earn a smile; not even a chuckle from Blaine. He just stared at the car solemnly. "Why did he give them up, Blaine?"
Blaine swallowed painfully again. "My brother died six years ago; I was eleven; he was seven." I widened my eyes in horror. That statement there almost broke my heart; but I let Blaine continue. "He was hit by the very thing that I drove us here; a Mustang. I tried to convince my dad that the memory of a Mustang killing my brother would cause me to have panic attacks in that car or something, but he wouldn't listen. I just pretend it's not that and keep driving it." Oh God…
"… I'm so sorry…" Blaine just nodded and looked down at his forgotten pizza. That's just terrible! Poor Blaine-Oh, but Connor! This poor boy is so torn from his brother's death only four years ago-
Oh God.
My mother died when I was eleven.
Is that some strange coincidence? "You know…" I whispered, though Blaine didn't look up to acknowledge me right away. "My mother died when I was eleven, too…" Blaine's head shot up to meet my eyes. And I saw sympathy, this time.
"Oh God… I'm so sorry…" I shrugged, hardly feeling that usual lump in my throat when I talk about her. "Can I… What happened?"
"It was a car crash. Same as yours, but she was the one driving an SUV and someone cut her off… She died instantly and the other driver got away. I don't know where he is now, though, that stupid Bastard…" I felt tears suddenly sting in my eyes.
I flicked my eyes in surprise at Blaine when I felt his hand rest on top of mine gently. He smiled at me, causing me to smile. Whatever preference he is, he'll always make me smile.
Blaine drove me home after that. Actually, we did some mall scoping before leaving; figuring that it would hurt if we figured out what each other's tastes were. I found out that Blaine and I have the oh-so similar taste in Giorgio Armani-some of his lines. Not all because no one has the fashion sense that I do. No one.
But Blaine had quite a bit of a fashion sense on his hands. The only thing was; he hated sticking out in a crowd. He insisted that flashy things such as necklaces, watches, bright colours-were all too big for him(which is totally ironic, knowing that he wore a pair of hot pink sunglasses the entire drive here). I can't blame him, though, some of the fashion out there these days is just awful. Awful as in: colour scheme, colour match-ups, the amount of imagery put on a tee-shirt-it all can be quite overwhelming.
So there's another quirk about Blaine that I can't quite understand-the fact that he's popular but doesn't want to stand out.
Maybe he doesn't want to be popular…
Once Blaine pulled up to my house in his Mustang(I'm still on edge to whether or not I like the car now), he immediately jumped out to open the door for me. As I got out, he gently pushed me against the car door, staring at me for a moment. This action caused me to blush very heavily.
"Look, you won't tell anyone about what we did, right?" he asked nervously and in less than a whisper.
"What-what do you mean?" I asked softly, flicking my eyes back and forth between his eyes and his lips. His wonderful, luscious lips. Wish I could plant one on those again…
"The kiss, Kurt…" he inferred, biting his lip when he must have realized that he said it a bit loud. "Please don't tell anyone…" he added softly, pleading me with his eyes. His beautiful, beautiful eyes. I just swallowed and tried not to kiss him again as I leaned forward to pull him into a hug. I heard him make a noise of confusion, but he soon melted into me and hugged back tightly.
"… I don't think there's anything to be afraid of," I whispered, taking a quick inhale of Blaine's cologne. "but I won't tell a soul…" I felt Blaine do the same; he took a deep breath(of me, probably me) through his nose.
"I-… Thank you, Kurt…" he murmured; I felt him pet my hair-which I would totally rip any other person's head off for doing-but this is Blaine. Whatever he does is cherished to me(that doesn't sound too weird, right?).
I soon pulled away from him(as reluctant as I was), earning a smile from Blaine. "Why did you hug me?" I smiled and rolled my eyes to the sky innocently.
"Maybe it's payback for when you hugged me at me car yesterday…" I rolled my eyes back to him, sparing myself from the embarrassment of winking at him again.
Or maybe I hugged you because I am in love with you…
Blaine just smiled back toothily; I stopped myself from gasping again at his over-grown(vampire) canines gleaming at me. It was then that he leaned forward and pressed another kiss to my lips, which caused me to squeak(which was definitely a masculine speak) in surprise.
But of course, he had to pull away ever-too-quickly, again. "What-what was that for?" I asked breathlessly, trying to act as nonchalant about a simple peck on the lips-from a totally hot man with two totally hot arms and two totally hot legs and a totally hot chest and guh-as I could.
Blaine simply winked at me. As if mocking me for earlier when I didn't wink at him. "Friendly kiss of thanks. That's all." I tried to hide my giggle through a scoff.
"Oh, do you kiss every person whom helps you with your problems?" I asked sarcastically, earning a slight cringe of pensiveness from Blaine.
"Yep-but just you, you're the only one who might be able to figure me out…" he winked again; and then he jumped over the car door, stepped on the passenger's car seat,and plopped into the driver's seat. Way to respect the flawlessness of a Mustang… Oh right, tear-jerking memory. Almost forgot.
"I'll-I'll see you later, right?" I called. Blaine squinted up at me; although, having already put on his sunglasses.
"Of course you will! I'm not gonna, like disappear for a millennium, or something…" I frowned at him.
"I never said that…" Blaine just shrugged and turned his car on.
"You looked like you thought I was…" he called over the sound of the engine roaring to life. I waved to him before turning around, starting towards the garage door of my house. "Hey," I heard him call once more; I turned around to see him all the way into the road-smiling; I could even see his eyebrows resting over his glasses. That's just adorable. "coffee tomorrow morning? The Lima Bean's a great hangout for Dalton kids…!" I had to smile at him. I just had to; he's just so adorable.
"Sure, I'll meet you there at 9, okay?" Blaine just nodded his head up at me, signaling his comprehension and agreement. He waved at me before driving off down the street. I waved a bit, though knew he couldn't see me. God, I'm so pathetic.
I walked back inside, somehow relieved and discouraged not to see Carole's car in the garage. When I stepped inside, I immediately smelled something burning and leapt into the kitchen-only to see my dad at the counter, spraying a poor pot of something with a fire extinguisher.**
"Oh, hey! I was wondering when you'd come home, how you doin-shit!" the fire seemed to spring to life again, causing my dad to spritz at it once more. "-doing, Bud?" I almost cracked a smile at my dad for trying to make a conversation with me and simultaneously putting out what used to be a fire on the stove.
"What are you doing, Dad?" I asked playfully, walking over to the stove and peering inside the pot to see a plane of black stuff on the bottom. My dad chuckled, leaving me for a moment-obviously to put the extinguisher away.
"Making chowder-" I cut him off, turning to him with a smile on my face.
"Trying, Dad, you're trying to make a chowder…" my dad just laughed again.
"Yeah, well, Carole thinks I should cook more often; though she commends you for being quite the chef that you are…" I blinked confusedly at him a few times, and furrowed my eyebrows at the notation.
"When has she tried my cooking?" My dad nodded his head up, almost pensively. Blaine did that too; it must be a guy thing. Wait, but I'm a guy… Why don't I do that?
"She hasn't. She just knows that I've survived somehow before you left…" I snorted in slight appreciation. "Oh, and, she's coming back over tonight for dinner; I was hoping you could whip something up for us. 'S that cool?" I smiled, though bit back a snide comment loosely based on how today was our day.
"Of course, Dad…" I then moved past him to the pot and gazed into it, cringing and gagging slightly at the very smell of it. "Gosh, Dad, what did you do to it?" I asked in shock.
Dad simply chuckled again and waved it off. "Carole should be here in about an hour, so get it started." Yes Sir, oh fabulous chef… "Oh, and, cook for four; Carole has a son who's eating with us, too." Oh great, probably some little twerp who knows next to no table manners…
An hour later, I had the Clam Chowder(all we had in the house were clams for some reason; I had to use them) ready and on the table. I even had the bowls set up with soup poured into each. I poured a little less into the unknown child's bowl; I didn't think a little kid would eat(or want) too much.
And then Carole arrived.
"Carole! Hey, Sweetheart!" My dad practically tackled the poor woman. Meanwhile, I stayed back in the kitchen, grabbing the bread and butter before leaving for the dining room-only to be stopped short by a very tall person. I looked up and immediately blanched.
Finn Hudson. Was standing in front of me and blocking the way to the dining room.
"What are you doing here?" I asked quickly, though my mouth didn't feel like closing just yet. Finn just blinked in surprise at me, his jaw dropping slightly as well.
"Oh, hey! You're that human, right?" My hand quickly flew to his face, covering his mouth.
"Shh! Does my dad know that you're not human?" Finn just furrowed his eyebrows and slowly darted his eyes around, followed by a shrug and innocent eyes pointed back at me. I sighed and looked back to the foyer, relieved to see that my dad was flirting away with Carole. And then I made the connection. "You're mother is Carole?" I whispered at him, after whipping around to face him once more-my mouth falling open in awe once more. Finn just nodded, obviously not bothered by the hand(that was mine) covering his mouth. I retracted my hand quickly.
"Yeah, and is your dad Burt?" he asked after being feed from the silence of my deadly hand(okay, not so deadly).
"Yes." I sighed. We then elapsed into and awkward silence for a few moments before I felt a sudden pat on my shoulder as my dad walked up to us.
"Come on, Bud-Oh, you met Finn!" he held his hand out in commendation. "Glad you came by, Bud!" Wait. Dad only calls me Bud… I suddenly felt a slight lump in my throat, realizing that things were going to be really different with Carole in our lives.
No. She can't replace my mother. And Finn won't replace me. And I won't be forgotten; my dad will still want to hang out with me-he just has to configure his time management a bit. But I'm sure Dad will have time for me-I'm his son! I'm his little boy, how can he not spend time with me?
That lump didn't go away. And I still have to eat dinner, with the Hudson's, with the knowledge that it's still there.
This should be interesting.
AN: Oh, wonderful, you've read this far! I know, this chapter's rather long; but at least you get to see a bit of what Blaine's thinking everyday! I've gotten many questions on what Blaine thinks of Kurt, and I think this chapter really sets the bar high for Kurt-but at least gives him a good jumping start. ;D
*Totally based the Hummel Residence on my grandmother's house. ;D
**I had so much trouble remembering the words 'Fire Extinguisher' for some reason. First, I typed in Google 'Put the fire out with…' and it came up with gasoline, and David Bowie. THEN, I typed 'Fire' and it came with a whole but load of videos pertaining putting out a fire with Science-y stuff. And THEN I typed in 'How to put out fire,' which literally got me nowhere as well; but then I added to the end 'and stuff' and it finally came up with how to put out a fire with a FIRE EXTINGUISHER. Just. Whatever, Google. Whatever.
***In Burt's language: 'S=is. ;D
I really hope you like this chapter, I put a lot of thought into it. c: