A/N – Here introduced Jason, Blaine's twin brother :) He belongs to me, and only he.
Blaine opened the door to his house. It was nine o'clock and he drove two hours from Dalton. He was tired and upset. He put the keys in the basket next to the door. It was empty except for one chain with their house keys and a car keys identical to his car keys. He closed the door behind him and entered the living room, where he found the TV open.
"What's up bro?" asked the curly figure that was sprawled on the sofa, legs resting on the coffee table.
"Hi Jason…"
Jason was Blaine's identical twin brother. He was half an hour older than him and if not for Blaine's glasses and Jason being as high as Finn, they would have been completely the same person. Well Jason was also straight but that did not count.
Blaine sat on the sofa, taking off his hot pink sunglasses, and putting on his hot pink glasses that rested on the coffee table.
"Would you keep you're legs away from my glasses Jase?" Blaine said tiredly.
"Would you keep you glasses away from my feet Lady?"
See, it was like that between them. Blaine would be the dapper self he is while Jason would make an effort to call Blaine female nicknames, or names to remind him his short sight and short figure.
Blaine didn't respond to that. He just took off his shoes and stared at the TV, a thing Jason found weird.
"You do realize it is super gay to have both your glasses and shades hot pink right?"
"Yeah Jase, I am gay in case you have forgotten…"
"What are you watching Jase?"
"Just the women Tennis competition, but I've been watching this for almost two hours so you can get the TV. There's the male Swimming competition on channel three," Jason raised an eyebrow and offered the control remote to Blaine.
Blaine shook his head. "No thanks," he mumbled.
"Blaine? What's wrong?"
Blaine looked at his brother. He didn't feel like telling him, but his parents where out, and that was something that didn't happen a lot, and Jason was probably the only one that would actually try and help him, without laughing. He looked around for a few seconds and opened his mouth to speak.
"Jase where are mum and dad?"
Jason stared into his eyes. "Something with dinner and dad's boss".
Blaine nodded, understanding. And before Blaine could say anything, Jason smiled a bit and interrupted. "It's about a boy right?"
Blaine nodded, and started explaining. "The most beautiful boy. Gentle, and pale, and he has the prettiest eyes I've ever seen." – Blaine was lost in thought now, not even remembering he was talking to his straight twin brother – "His hair is brunette and he is a bit taller than I am. He has such soft skin, and an angelic voice—"
"Yo, Lady, stop! I really don't want to hear more details! Stop before you hurt my ears," Jason laughed, "Get to the point dude, what's the problems? I got it that you have a crush."
Blaine glared at his brother. "It's a long story…" He said disappointedly, but Jason didn't give up.
"C'mon Lady, just tell me."
Blaine sighed. "Fine," he said, playing with his pink glasses, "So it goes like this."
Jason looked impatient, so Blaine decided there is no coming back from that point.
"See he moved from the William McKinley Public High School a few weeks ago, because he had… um… problems. With bullies. We got really close after I promised to help him. You know, trying to make it up for the fact that I ran from everything. We became best friends, and I had fun with him. The best time I had in ages now." Blaine rested his head on his brother's chest; he did it all the time. Jason knew how to help him through hard timed, just moving his hand in Blaine's hair.
"He confessed to me last Valentine. Saying he felt thing for me. He thought I felt like this too, because apparently I was sending mixed signals. But I turned him down Jase. I said I knew nothing about Romance and that I didn't want to ruin what we already had." Blaine was now crying softly. Jason hates seeing him like that.
"Our bird died today. The Warblers' bird. Kurt took care of him and he was crushed when he died. He said something about a heart attack, when he burst into the console meeting. He started singing black bird, by the Beatles, and that is when it happened. Just… That sparkle in his eyes, that sad smile, I really understood what a big mistake I made by turning him down like that. I want him Jase, I need him."
"What's his name again?"
Blaine looked at the floor, relaxing a bit. "Kurt," he said quietly, "Kurt Hummel".
They remained quiet for the rest of the night. Blaine fell asleep soon, so Jason carried him to his room, and went to sleep himself. The next morning was Sunday, so they could settle it then. He had to help his brother out of this situation. He deserved it.
The next morning Blaine woke up to hard rock music coming from downstairs. He groaned at his brother's disgusting taste in music, and went to brush his teeth and fix his hair.
He finished as quickly as he could and ran downstairs. His parents already left to their stupid vacation somewhere and he and Jason had the house to themselves.
"Jase would you PLEASE turn off this damned music?" he shouted at his brother.
"Oh look, Lady here is awake. How did you sleep?"
Blaine nodded, and turned to turn the music himself. "Did you see my glasses? I can't see anything…"
Jason pointed at the table. The glasses rested next to fresh orange juice and some toasts Jason made for breakfast. "These actually look good," Blaine got closer to Jason and tried to hug him, but Jason just backed off a bit, not liking to get touched at the morning. "Thanks for yesterday Jase, I really needed it. It means a lot to me… knowing that I can come and talk to you."
Jason smiled and sat at the table. "We're not done Blaine. You are going to tell that boy about your feelings. I am going to help you and you're going to do this, because he makes you happy."
Blaine blushed and took a bite of his toast. He played with his glasses again and Jason Knew he loved doing it. He never wore them to school, or near anyone, afraid of being teased. He had contact lenses, and when he wore them, he loved them. He played with them, moved them up and down his face. And even though he hated the facr that he didn't see ANYTHING without them, he loved his glasses. Playing with them helped him relax- forget his problems.
^.^
There are some advantages in growing up with a straight, huge, football player, twin brother. And even though Blaine hated it most of the time, he was also thankful.
Blaine was visiting Kurt in his house for the first time that day, after Kurt's comment in their performance in Misery.He was nervous as hell, and he was doing his best not to puke on himself on his way to Kurt. Jason had somehow convinced him to go with his glasses, so Blaine was relaxing himself playing with them.
He pooled outside Kurt's house and went out of the car. His heart was pounding fast and he tried to keep steady breathes. He knocked softly – three times to be exact – and waited.
He wasn't surprised when a huge figure opened the door. "You must be Kurt's brother. Hello! I am Blaine Anderson."
Blaine offered his hand, but Finn just stared at him, a little confused.
"Umm… Sure. Kurt is… upstairs I guess." But Blaine didn't move.
"I think I should meet Mr. and Mrs. Hummel first, so I wouldn't be a stranger going around the house?" Finn was amazed. He nodded and disappeared to the kitchen, not before shouting a lame "you can come in".
Blaine entered the house just as Kurt raced down the stairs. "Blaine!" he said and ran to hug the boy. "These glasses are amazing on you! Didn't see you as the pink person!"
Blaine giggled a little, trying to act normal, and returned the hug, yet not forgetting that Kurt's dad and step mum was about to enter the living room.
"Ahem," came Finn's voice just as Blaine backed away. After him came Burt and Carole, Carole looking amused while Burt looked pleased, maybe, honoured?
"Mr and Mrs. Hummel, honoured to meet you. My name is Blaine Anderson, and I'm in Kurt's class."He said it to Carole mostly, since he's already met Burt in his shop before. He offered his hand again, first to Burt and then to Carole. They both took it.
"Yeah… We've heard. I take it you are also…" Burt said, uncomfortable.
"Dad!" Kurt shouted, his face as red as a tomato. Blaine smiled slightly, very confident.
"Gay? Yes sir. Is it my glasses that gave me in? No, I'm kidding sir, I'm sorry."
"Blaine honey you really don't have to say sorry for kidding," Carole said with a smile, "come on boys, go to your rooms now, I'll call you when dinner is ready."
Finn turned on his heels and raced upstairs taking two stairs at the time. After him went Kurt, still pretty red. Blaine looked at Carole and Burt and smiled. "Thank you for having me for dinner ma'am. Thank you for having me in your house in general sir."
Finn and Kurt were standing outside to Kurt's room. The moment Blaine got upstairs Finn turned and entered his room and Kurt led Blaine to his room.
A few seconds later, while Kurt and Blaine hadn't even started working on the ideas for the Warblers, they heard shouts from the other room.
"HA! TAKE THAT!"
"YEAH! GO FUCK!"
"AHH! NO! DON'T DO THAT PLEASE"
"YEAH! FASTER PLEASE! I'M GONNA GET THIS ONE!"
"It sounds really bad" Kurt said a little embarrassed.
"He's playing Call of Duty…" Blaine said matter-of-factly.
When Kurt looked at him almost laughing he hurried to explain. "I told you I have a twin brother… he's like Finn. I mean – like, the same. And we used to share a room. So I know…"
They talked for an hour and a half, forgetting that they had to come up with ideas for the warblers. Blaine told Kurt about the first time he went to see Jason in a football game, and how he fell for the game. They both agreed that the combination of handsome boys and running made it kind of interesting.
Kurt kept teasing Blaine about his glasses, though every once in a while he managed to say that he looked pretty in them without making it too obvious. Blaine was thanking Jason mentally for convincing him to wear those glasses and swore that if it made Kurt think he is handsome, he was going to wear those glasses for eternity.
This was when a shout came from downstairs. Dinner was ready. And even though Kurt was secretly enjoying just sitting there with Blaine, Finn's head appeared in the door. "Dudes come on! The football game is about to start and mum won't let us watch it unless everyone is done eating!"
"Football?" Blaine said excitedly, "Awesome! Can I watch with you and Mr. Hummel?"
Finn looked confused again and Blaine wondered if it was just his regular expression.
They went downstairs and ate, all the time Blaine wondering how was his impression on Burt and Carole. He had to fix the last time he saw Burt.
"Mr. Hummel? Would you mind me watching the football game with you and Finn?"
Burt looked surprised, but nodded. "So you like football ha?" he mumbled under his breath, "I like it."
So Phase one – as Jason called it – was complete. Blaine made good impression on the parents and the brother. Phase two here he comes!
^.^
Kurt and Blaine were in Blaine's room. Blaine had a major test in French the next day, and since Kurt was a fluent, Blaine had asked for some help.
Blaine was lying on the floor of the very neat room; his dictionary and notebook open in front of him. Kurt was sitting on the huge bed, a glass of water in hand.
"Le garçon a les cheveux bouclés" Kurt said with a smile.(a/n-theboyhascurlyhair)
Blaine looked at Kurt and got lost in his eyes for a few moments before remembering he had to translate the sentence. He glanced at the dictionary, and when he finally turned to start looking for words, Kurt stopped him.
"Blaine, you have two hours and fifty sentences to translate. There is not a chance you can do it, if you need to look for words like ' garçon'. Let's try a simpler sentence." Blaine nodded and waited, afraid to be taken as stupid.
"J'aime glace à la vanille" (a/n – Ilovevanillaice-cream)
Blaine blinked a few times before letting his head falling into the pillow next to him, breaking down. "I'm hopeless!"
"You're not hopeless Blaine. Think please. Do you know what 'J'aime' means?" Kurt said and Blaine nodded.
"Good; now look up 'glace' and tell me your translation, or, for that matter, come up with an answer. You know you can do it."
It took him more than expected, but eventually Blaine came up with an answer.
"Nous l'avons, si vous voulez" he said and jumped up. (a/n – wehaveit,ifyouwant)
He turned to exit the room when Kurt stopped him. "Blaine I don't want ice cream thank you. Now sit and look for ' c'est une bonne chose que vous êtes mignon'". (a/n – it'sagoodthingyouarecute)
Blaine laid back and opened his dictionary again. Did he hate French…
Blaine had decided he had enough, so he took the pillow, and threw it to Kurt.
Just as Kurt caught it, preparing to throw it back, the door opened and a head, identical to Blaine's – just with no glasses – picked inside.
Blaine looked up to the place where Jason's head appeared. It was higher than Blaine himself.
"Oh come in. Kurt this is Jason, my identical and irritating twin. Jason, this is Kurt."
Jason entered the room and smiled at Kurt who just stared at him.
"You're big" he stated.
"Umm… Thanks. I guess…' Jason said, and Kurt heard Blaine snore in amusement.
"No sorry, I didn't mean it like that. It's just – how could you be identical twins, when you're as high as the Eifel, and Blaine is…well – height challenged.
"Yeah Blaine's tiny but it's cool because I can do this…" Jason picked Blaine up bride style, Blaine trying to fight him with one hand and holding his glasses so they didn't fall with the other, and threw him to the bed.
Kurt looked as Blaine got up and straightened his clothes and glasses. "Next time let me take my glasses off you weirdo!"
"Anyways," Jason shouted, totally ignoring Blaine, "this is not why I came here to interrupt you two".
Blaine sat next to the shocked Kurt and before Jason could say anything else he whispered in his ear. "Just before Jason starts being his even weirder self I must warn you – he has this habit of calling me names." Kurt nodded with a smile. Yeah – twins are cool.
"I need your gayness, Lady"
Blaine looked at him. "What do you want from me Jase?"
"I think I've just said" Jason stood in front of them. "I have a date with Maya after a long time I haven't seen her and I have no idea of what to do with my clothes. Or myself for that matter."
Blaine and Kurt looked at each other with huge smiles. "Kurt is the perfect man to help you with clothing, but I can't help with anything else sorry. I'm still gay…"
Kurt got up and looked at Jason. "Umm… Blaine? I can't really promise anything, if his wardrobe is as lame as yours…"
"My wardrobe is not lame!" they said together.
Kurt smirked and let Jason lead him to his room. It was painted a nice shade of green, and besides the fact that Blaine's room was white and pink, the rooms were the same.
Kurt found a kind-of-normal looking pair of jeans that matched a T shirt that had a picture of two guitars on it, and made Jason sit so he could fix his hair. It took them half an hour and Jason was ready to leave.
'Thanks Kurt. You're actually as cool as Blaine keeps babbling about."
Kurt blushed and Blaine smacked Jason on his shoulder.
"I have to go now. I am sorry we didn't do much French. Tell me how it went tomorrow." They hugged and Kurt left.
"Your princess is awesome!"
"Shut up Jason. I'm about to cry. I love that boy so bad."
^.^
Blaine was sitting in his dorm room. He was alone, since Wes and David went on a double date together and Kurt went home for Finn's birthday or something about it. He stared at the ceiling with no purpose. He was no even sure what he felt like. Was it boredom? It could not be just that because he felt melancholic, he felt physically bad. Was it a Virus? After all, he had stomach aches and head aches, and he felt like vomiting.
A knock on the door made him come back to reality. He put his bare feet on the cold floor, suddenly realizing his chest was hurting too, and turned to the door.
"Who's there?" he asked quietly, not really wanting to hear the answer.
"Jason," said the voice, and Blaine's eyes lit. Jason? What was he doing here in Dalton in the middle of the week? Though, Jason is the perfect person to help him right now. He needed his company.
He opened the door slowly, and moved, letting Jason in. He did not even wait for him to sit. He got back to his bed and sat on the edge. His eyes were focusing on nothing in particular, and he stayed quiet, embracing the sound of only breathing for as long as it was possible.
"What's wrong with you?" Jason asked, his voice coming out more like a shout, more intense than planned. Blaine looked at him but remained quiet. If he had only knew the answer to that question.
"Where is he?"
"He went home. Something about his step brother's birthday" Blaine said dryly.
"And your weirdo friends?"
"On a double date with their girlfriends. Why did you come here Jason?"
Jason tried to look offended but Blaine was too sad—or bored?—to notice. Blaine knew Jason was considering words, fixing plans, writing down mental notes.
"Remember the day you came out to me?"
Blaine looked at him as if he were crazy. Well,howcouldheforgetthedayhecameouttothefirstpersonever?
"Anyway, you entered our room, and just stood there staring at me. I overheard you before, talking to Daisy, our little dog, which I found very odd, but I didn't let you know that. I knew exactly what you were about to say but I wanted you to say it. To see that it wasn't that bad to say such thing. You stood there for about five minutes, until you broke down, started crying like hell, and collapsed to you bed."
Blaine nodded. He remembered that perfectly; the hardest, yet best day of his life.
"Do you remember what I told you Blaine? Do you?"
Blaine blinked for a few seconds, thinking quietly. He remembers himself crying for a long time. Jason came and hugged him hard, trying to make him feel better. It felt good, to know that somebody really cares about you. He remembers Jason whispering in his hear, but he has no idea what he whispered. He shook his head.
"I told you that if you want someone to understand you, you have to talk to him directly. No codes, no hints." Jason said, and put his right arm around Blaine's shoulder. He squeezed lightly and then hugged him.
Tears started to fall down Blaine's face. Jason whipped them away with his hand and they stayed like this for a few minutes.
Blaine glanced at the clock. Wes and David would be starting their date just now and Kurt is probably already on his way back to school, considering the fact that he left really early in the morning and it was getting closer to curfew time. If Jason stayed for half an hour, they would probably run into each other on Jason's way out.
"When will he be back?" Jason asked. Blaine could swear sometimes that all those stories of mind reading between twins were real.
"I guess that half an hour maybe. Will you stay with me?"
Jason nodded. 'I will stay for a bit, but I am leaving before he comes to Dalton. I want you to talk to him today, okay?"
Blaine was panicked but he knew he had to do it. He was getting worse from day to day. Kurt was a nice kid. If they would not end up together he can be sure that Kurt would like to stay friends. He would not panic and run away. Wouldhe?
Blaine then got up from his bed and went to the bathroom. He washed his face and his hair. He did not want Kurt to see him like that – with his face red after crying. He also knew that Kurt liked his curly hair loose. "Leave it. Like Jason's hair. It's prettier" he would say. He made his hair look normal and with the help of Jason (well somebody needed to hold the tiny mirror), he took off his contact lenses and went to look for his glasses.
When he found his glasses hid under his pillow, Jason was already heading out. Kurt would probably be here any minute now and Jason really wanted both boys to talk without any interruptions. He hugged his brother and wished him luck, and left the room, leaving Blaine alone again.
Blaine felt his stomach flipping. He was nervous but he knew he had to do it. It could not wait anymore.
And with that thought the door opened reveling Kurt. "I missed you so much!" he shouted and ran to him leaving his suitcases in the hall.
Blaine hugged him back, breathing in his amazing scent. "I miss you too" he mumbled under his breath.
"We need to speak' he said louder the moment Kurt backed a little and turned to take his suitcases in.
"Sure no problem, is it urgent? Is there anything wrong? I am dying to take a shower."
Blaine smiled. He loved that boy… "No problem. Take you time, and I'll be waiting for you right here, on my bed."
Kurt nodded and raced to the bathroom. They recently moved in together and they were both enjoying it. It is true that it was harder to wake up seeing Kurt asleep, looking so angelic, and to see him getting out of the shower with his hair still wet, sometimes even shirtless, his perfect chest wet. But it was worth it. Kurt was the best roommate ever.
It took him almost half an hour to shower, but Blaine was not shocked. It was Kurt, and half an hour was actually a minimum time. After blow drying his hair, Kurt sat on his own bed, a few meters from Blaine and Smile. "I'm all yours now."
Ihopeyouwillbeminesoon,Blaine thought to himself before opening his mouth. He had planned this speech for a long time now.
"Kurt there is a moment, when you say to yourself 'oh there you are! I've been looking for you forever.' Watching you do "Blackbird" this week, that was a moment for me, about you. You move me Kurt".
Blaine looked up. He looked for Kurt's eyes but he was looking down. He decided that it was okay, and sent his hand to lift Kurt's chin up. Kurt did not refuse, and after Kurt was finally looking back to Blaine, Blaine could see he was crying.
"No, don't cry! Please…" Blaine said in a tone that said I-am-about-to-cry-too.
Kurt managed a weak smile. "This was amazing Blaine."
Blaine looked straight into Kurt's eyes. He smiled as well, and moved his hand from Kurt's chin, placing it on his hand.
"This was amazing, and… You move me too Blaine… And I waited for you to say things like that to me. I hoped you felt this way too."
Blaine moved slightly closed, not sure if he was acting okay. Kurt did the same and soon they were close, their noses almost touching.
Kurt's breathe was hot on Blaine's face, and it felt so nice. Blaine did the first move and their lips met. It felt so good. Kurt tasted like strawberries and vanilla and it was the best kiss one could ever wish for.
It was true that it was happening too fast. Jason's plan were much slower, but Blaine was getting bad and Jason knew it. And now Blaine was kissing Kurt. HewaskissingKurt!
The kiss broke when they both needed air. Kurt looked amazed, and stared shyly into Blaine's eyes.
"Kurt…" Blaine managed to open his mouth, "Would you be… umm…"
"I will be honoured," Kurt smiled, "boyfriend."
