Thanks so much for the reviews. I've reached a hundred! Woo-hoo! I was so happy when I checked my email this morning and saw that. As for my homework, I've had quite a productive day. I went to a café with some friends and I finished two and a half papers already. I just have to finish up my essay and I can call it a day and just work on the other two tomorrow. So, I decided to take a little break from the stress of homework and decided to write you guys another chapter while I finish up my last essay for Monday. Multi-tasking helps me focus better, oddly enough.
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Though Blaine didn't get to sleep until early in the morning, he woke up earlier than usual. He took a quick shower and got dressed and ready for his classes. Wes, who was usually an early riser, was surprised to see him up so early.
"Classes don't start for another hour," Wes looked at Blaine as if he had just grown another head. "Shouldn't you still be asleep right now?"
"Kurt's an early riser," Blaine answered as he adjusted his tie in front of the mirror. "I want to meet him at his room and walk with him to breakfast."
Wes raised an eyebrow. "A breakfast date? That seems like a lot of effort for a bet."
"It's a little harder to earn Kurt's affections than I thought," Blaine answered nonchalantly. That wasn't the real reason he woke up so early. He wanted to fix whatever he did wrong last night with Kurt. He still had no idea what he did, but he might as well apologize now.
"Not as charming as you thought you were, are you now?" Wes teased as he laid his uniform out on his bed.
"I'll have him soon enough," Blaine responded confidently. He was sure Kurt liked him; it clearly looked like he did. But after last night's incident, Blaine wasn't all too sure anymore. "I'll see you in class."
Blaine gripped the strap of his bag tightly as he made his way to Kurt's room. He had practiced an apology last night and was running it through his head one more time. He reached Kurt's door and took a calming breath before picking up his fist to knock on the door.
"Blaine?" Trent answered. He only had his uniform pants on and his hair was dripping wet; he had obviously just come out of the shower.
"Is Kurt here?" Blaine asked.
"No, he left a few minute ago," Trent answered. "Did something happen during your date last night? He came back looking a little upset."
"I…it was just a misunderstanding," Blaine answered; there was a chance that he was right and whatever happened was just a big misunderstanding. "I came by to see if I could clear things up with him."
"Oh, well, he already went down to breakfast," Trent repeated. Blaine thanked the boy and made his way down to the dining hall. He walked into the dining room and searched for Kurt. He spotted the boy sitting by himself in a table at the far corner and quickly walked over.
"Kurt," Blaine walked up to the table and sat across from the boy.
"B-Blaine," Kurt looked up from his breakfast with wide eyes. Blaine opened his mouth to spout out the apologies he had been repeating to himself all morning, but was interrupted by David, who took a seat next to Kurt.
"Good morning, Blaine." The taller boy smiled up at Blaine before he turned to Kurt. "I think it's only fair to warn you Kurt, Wes may have fallen in love with you."
"What?" Kurt's eyes widened further and he dropped the piece of toast he was holding back onto his plate.
"He saw a couple of your videos online last night," David laughed at the shocked expression on both Kurt's and Blaine's faces. "He's convinced that with you on our team, we're guaranteed a win at sectionals and because of that, he'll probably love you forever."
"Where are you even finding these videos?" Kurt finally broke out of his shock. He had never even seen any videos of himself. How were the Warblers finding them?
"Your old glee club has a YouTube account," The three boys looked up to see Wes holding a tray and walking up to them. The Asian boy took seat next to Blaine and across from David. "Some girl named Rachel posted them up."
"I should have figured as much," Kurt muttered under his breath.
"Kurt, your vocal range is amazing." Wes said before he bit into his toast.
Kurt was taken aback by this. No one had ever really commented on his singing voice before. "What videos did you see?"
"Le Jazz Hot and Give up the Funk," David answered because Wes's mouth was still full. "Give up the Funk was a big shock. I never thought your voice could get so low after seeing those high notes you could reach with your audition."
"What can I say," Kurt responded with a cocky grin, "I'm quite talented. It's about time someone showed some appreciation."
"Your old club didn't appreciate you?" Wes sounded disbelieving. "How could they not? If they gave you a lead you may have won them regionals!"
"You're starting to make me think I should have transferred to Dalton sooner." Kurt smiled charmingly at Wes and for a moment, Blaine thought he felt a twinge of jealousy. But he quickly shook that thought away. Wes was just glad to have someone like Kurt on the Warblers; it wasn't like he was vying for Kurt's feelings. And besides, Blaine had nothing to be jealous of. It wasn't like he liked Kurt like that anyway; he was just trying to win a bet.
The rest of the breakfast, much to Blaine's disappointment, was spent with Wes and David talking about the new song choices that opened up to them with Kurt in their group. Wes and David were his best friends and he liked spending time with them, but Blaine found himself wishing they would just leave already. He wanted—no, needed—to talk to Kurt.
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Blaine walked down the hall leading to his French class slowly, keeping his eye out for a certain junior. He usually bumped into the boy as they made their way to class, but Blaine couldn't see him anywhere. He cursed silently to himself as he walked down the hall, still keeping an eye out. He still hadn't had a chance to talk to Kurt. He had considered sending him a text message, but then he realized that he and Kurt had yet to exchange phone numbers.
"Would you hurry up?" David called from further down the hall. Blaine had been so busy looking for Kurt that he had almost forgotten that he had been walking with David. "We're going to be late at the rate you're going."
Blaine looked at the passing boys one more time before picking up his pace to catch up with David. He'll see Kurt in class anyway.
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Kurt, who was flipping through his textbook, looked up when Blaine took a seat across from him. He gave the older boy a small smile and went back to scanning the pages in front of him. He had yet to talk to Blaine since last night. Quite frankly, he wasn't sure what he could say to the other boy.
He had called Mercedes after the date, as promised, and the girl exploded when Kurt told her that Blaine was about to kiss him and he moved away. Kurt had told her that he didn't know why he moved away, but in truth, he knew why he acted the way he did. He just didn't want to tell her the real reason; he had yet to tell anyone and that was something he didn't want to talk about on the phone. So he lied and said it was a reflex move and he did it before he could think about it.
"Kurt, are you alright?" Blaine asked softly.
"I'm fine," Kurt answered. Blaine looked like he was about to say something else, but stopped when their teacher moved t the front of the class to make an announcement.
"You will have an oral examination next week," Mademoiselle Moseley announced. This caused a few of the boys to groan, but she carried on as if she hadn't heard them. "Each of you is to take a piece, translate it, and present it to the class. It can be a song, a poem, or a story, it doesn't matter. Along with the oral presentation, I want you to submit the original English version, as well as your written translation. You have until next Monday."
Even though some of the boys around him seemed disappointed, Kurt was actually glad for this assignment. It was really easy, and he could put it off until the weekend and focus on his other homework. He could probably just do the Celine Dion medley he did at the cheerleading national competition last year; if he did that, he wouldn't have to put much thought into this particular assignment and he could focus on his history project that was due this week.
"Kurt," Blaine turned to him as soon as class ended. "Do you think we could talk for a bit?"
"Um, sure," Kurt shifted his bag on his shoulder. Blaine motioned for Wes and David to go down to lunch without them. The two boys gave them questioning looks but left without saying anything.
"Let's go this way," Blaine led him down the hallway going the opposite direction of the dining hall. "We'll just turn at the corner and it'll take us to the dining hall. It's just a longer way."
"Oh, okay," Kurt still wasn't so used to all the hallways. He knew all the ways to his classes just fine, but he had yet to figure out the rest of the school. A whole bunch of uniformed boys were walking in the opposite direction as them, obviously taking the shorter way to lunch.
"Kurt," Blaine started when the halls were mostly deserted. "About last night…"
"I'm sorry for running out on you like that," Kurt quickly apologized. "I shouldn't have reacted like that."
"No, Kurt," Blaine stopped walking and turned to him. "Don't apologize. It's my fault for being too forward. I shouldn't have done that. It was too soon."
"No, it wasn't," Even Kurt could hear how unsure his voice sounded. Was it really too soon? A part of him had wanted Blaine to kiss him. But another part of him said he couldn't do that just yet, not after what happened back at McKinley.
"Yes, it was," Blaine said firmly. "We've only been on one date. It was way too soon to do that."
Something about Blaine's expression told Kurt that he didn't look too convinced with what he said. But, he couldn't exactly say he was skilled at reading Blaine, so he pushed those thoughts aside. "Its okay, Blaine."
"No, it isn't," Blaine said with a small smile. "Let me make it up to you."
"Make it up to me how?" Kurt asked with a small smile pulling at his lips.
"Warblers' practice isn't until five. Why don't we go get coffee or something before that? There's a great café not too far from here."
"Sounds great," Kurt grinned at the older boy as they continued to make their way down the empty hallway.
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"What'll you have?" Blaine asked when he and Kurt were at the counter. Kurt looked up at the menu board and read through the choices.
"A Grande non-fat mocha," Kurt finally replied.
"I'll have a Grande non-fat mocha and a medium drip," Blaine told the person behind the counter. He reached into this pocket and pulled out his wallet.
"I can pay for mine," Kurt offered, already reaching into his pockets.
"Don't be silly," Blaine handed a few bills to the cashier before Kurt had a chance to pull his wallet out. "I'm supposed to make up for last night, remember? Do you want anything else?"
"I'm good," Kurt grinned up at his as they walked to the side to wait for their orders.
When the person behind the counter handed them their drinks, Blaine grabbed Kurt's before the younger boy could move to take it. Blaine just smiled and carried their drinks to a small table by the window.
"So," Kurt started after he gently blew at his hot drink. "Do you guys usually spend a lot of time cyber-stalking your newest members?"
"Hmm?"
"Well, before I joined you saw a video of last year's sectionals. After I joined, you watched our regionals performance. And now, Wes has seen two of the performances I've done. Do you do this for everyone? Or am I just a special case?"
"Well, you certainly are special," Blaine said flirtatiously. He smiled triumphantly when Kurt blushed slightly. He should try and make Kurt blush more. It was adorable. "But no, we don't usually do that. I don't think we've ever done that to anyone before. But, then again, we've never really had transfers from another glee club before."
"I see," Kurt took a slow sip from his drink.
"Hey, do you know what you're going to do for your French oral?" Blaine asked after a while.
"I was thinking of doing a song, actually," Kurt answered.
"What song?" Blaine sounded interested.
"I was thinking of doing a Celine Dion medley."
"That…sounds like a lot of work," Blaine said with an unsure smile.
"Not really," Kurt smiled cheekily at Blaine. "I actually sang a Celine Dion medley in French last year for…a performance."
"Really, now?" Blaine started to wonder if Kurt was ever going to stop taking him by surprise.
"Yeah, I figured that I could just do that so I don't have to worry about putting anything together. What are you doing?"
"I'm not sure, yet," Blaine answered. "I was actually wondering if you could help me."
"Help you find a piece?"
"More like help me translate," Blaine grinned sheepishly. "I do alright translating French into English because I can usually piece together what they're trying to say with the words I've translated. But I'm hopeless when it comes to translating English to French. I will probably never understand how to conjugate verbs."
"Well, French isn't for everyone," Kurt chuckled at the pained face Blaine made.
"So will you help me, then? You're so much better at it than I am." Blaine gave Kurt what he hoped was his best puppy dog eyes.
"Of course I'll help you," Kurt answered with a small smile.
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Kurt and Blaine stayed at the café talking about their respective classes until it was time for them to head back for practice. As soon as they entered the room, Kurt's eyes fell on a cage that was sitting on the council table. The cage held a small yellow bird that was chirping softly.
"Kurt," Wes stood and picked up the cage. "I'd like you to meet Pavarotti."
Kurt reached out and took the cage from the council member and held it carefully. He didn't wan tto accidently drop it or do anything to freak the bird out. He saw Blaine smirking at him and rolled his eyes at the curly-haired boy.
"Your job is to take care of Pavarotti until the end of the year," David explained. Kurt nodded as the boy continued to explain something to him. But, he was too busy trying to keep the cage upright that he wasn't really paying attention.
After David finished talking, he let Kurt return the cage to the table so that they could begin their practice, which Kurt was grateful for. For a moment, he had been scared that they were going to let him hold the cage all afternoon.
One of the first things that Kurt noticed was that Wes was a lot nicer to him this time. He was still so happy that they Warblers had someone like Kurt that he was in a good mood. Kurt wasn't complaining, though. He had actually been worried that Wes would spend most of the practice correcting him. After practicing their song five times, they stopped to talk about their competition.
"I don't think we have much to worry about the Hipsters," Samuel started and everyone agreed. They shouldn't really underestimate their competition, but if they had to be honest with themselves, a bunch of singing old people wasn't much of a threat.
"So our only real competition is the group from McKinley, New Directions," Wes stood up and pointed at Kurt. "Maybe you could tell us a little bit about them, Kurt."
"Is this really fair?" Kurt asked when all eyes in the room turned to him.
"It's not like you're telling us their set list," Blaine supplied from beside Kurt. "And besides, they posted up all those performances online so if you don't feel comfortable telling us about them, we could probably just watch them. It isn't considered spying if they put it up there for the world to see."
"Has the group changed since last year?" Samuel asked.
"One of the guys from last year, Matt, transferred." Kurt said after some thought. They had a point. Rachel put up their performances online so anyone can see what kind of style they have. And, it wasn't like he was revealing anything to them—he didn't even know what songs they were doing, he left before the figured their set list out. "We got a new member, Sam. He was at Dalton last year."
"Sam? Evans?" A boy who Kurt knew as Kyle asked. Kurt nodded.
"I didn't know he sings." A few other Warblers who knew Sam murmured in agreement.
"I think this just leveled the playing fields a little," Wes spoke up. "Sam can tell them about us, and you can tell us about them."
"Well," Kurt continued. "Sam's pretty good. We didn't do all too many numbers before I left from what I could see, he could sing. Other than that, everyone is the same from last year. Though, they're going to have to find a replacement for me."
"I'll study those videos a little more and get back to you guys then." A few boys rolled their eyes at Wes. Kurt couldn't help but smile at this though. At least he wasn't digging through the dumpsters behind the McKinley auditorium like Rachel did with Vocal Adrenaline.
"Need a hand?" Blaine walked up behind Kurt as he made his way out the of the practice room.
"Yes, please," Kurt gladly handed the cage over to Blaine while he readjusted his bag on his shoulder and tightened his grip on the bag of bird seed that Samuel had given him.
"Now remember, if you run out of bird seed, go ask the council for more. No feeding Pavarotti glitter," Blaine teased.
"Shut up," Kurt said with a small glare at the laughing boy's direction.
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"Thanks for all the help, Kurt," Blaine smiled sincerely at Kurt. They were studying in the junior commons and had just finished going over Blaine's choice for his oral exam tomorrow. "I just hope I don't mess this up when I get in front of everyone tomorrow."
"You'll do fine," Kurt reassured him. "We went over this so many times you should be able to say it in your sleep."
"You know, I still haven't heard what you're going to present tomorrow," Blaine noted. "Are you still doing that medley?"
"Yup. I had to modify it slightly though."
"Modify it how?"
"I had to cut it shorter," Kurt answered as he started to put his textbooks away. "The original medley was fourteen and a half minutes long."
"You sang a Celine Dion medley…in French…for fourteen and a half minutes?" Blaine asked with wide eyes. He's known Kurt for almost month now and he still found new things that made his jaw drop to the ground. Kurt nodded proudly and gave Blaine a cocky little smirk that he had grown fond of.
"Is there anything else? Were you jumping through hoops on fire while you did all that?" Blaine asked sarcastically. Kurt just smiled at him like there was something he wasn't telling him and Blaine raised an eyebrow at that.
"No, no hoops on fire," Kurt replied with a small smile.
"There's something you aren't telling me." Blaine stated.
"Maybe," Kurt replied in a little sing song voice.
"What else were you doing when sang that?" Blaine questioned.
"Just a few…tricks." Kurt had that smirk that Blaine liked on his face again.
"Tricks like what?" Blaine was really curious now. Kurt usually just told him things straight. He never dangled information like this.
"Nothing much," Kurt shrugged, though the smirk was still on his face. "A bunch of dance moves, some tumbling here and there, no big deal."
Even though Kurt kept his voice calm, Blaine saw his smirk widen slightly.
"What was this for? New Directions?" Blaine was pretty sure it wasn't that, though. Wes would have told him something by now.
"No, it was for something else." Kurt answered.
"For what?" Blaine persisted. He saw Kurt grin and knew that the younger boy was having fun with this.
"It was during my short stint as a Cheerio."
"…Cheerio?" Blaine thought about the breakfast cereal, but he was pretty sure that wasn't what Kurt was talking about.
"That's what they called the cheerleaders at McKinley." Blaine's eyes widened yet again and his jaw dropped.
"You were a…cheerleader?" Blaine asked slowly. He tried to imagine Kurt in a cheerleading uniform and liked what he came up with.
"For a while, yeah," Kurt grinned at the dumbfounded expression on Blaine's face. "The cheerleading coach wanted to add vocals to their routine so she had me and my friend, Mercedes sing for the squad."
"Is there a video of this performance somewhere?" Blaine asked with a flirty smile once he regained his composure.
"Probably," Kurt shrugged. "It was during the national competition."
Blaine made a mental note to look that up later. He shook his head and smiled at Kurt. "So, will you ever stop surprising me?"
"Probably not," Kurt replied with a smile on his own. "I think I like seeing your jaw drop. It's cute."
"So you think I'm cute?" Blaine moved closer to Kurt and bumped shoulders with him.
"Maybe I do," Kurt bumped his shoulder against Blaine and gave him a flirtatious smile. Blaine realized how close their faces had gotten. His eyes darted down to Kurt's lips, so close to his. He could easily close the distance between them and capture Kurt's lips. And he was just about to do that when Kurt's frightened eyes from last week flashed in front of his eyes. Blaine stopped himself before he moved in too close. He didn't need that to happen again.
"Well, maybe I think you're cute, too." He said teasingly as he moved away from Kurt. He thought he saw a flash of disappointment in Kurt's eyes, but before he could really think about it, Kurt stared down at his lap to hide the cute blush that was staining his normally pale cheeks.
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"So how are things with Kurt?" Wes asked a few days before sectionals. "You seem to be spending more time with him. But from what I can tell, you still haven't made him your boyfriend."
"I haven't," Blaine shrugged. "But, it shouldn't be too long now. He's been flirting back lately."
"I'm surprised you lasted so long with just flirting," David spoke up. The three boys were sharing a couch in the senior commons. The room was pretty empty because it was so close to curfew.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Blaine asked.
"I was pretty sure you ended every first date with a kiss," Wes responded. "Haven't you and Kurt been on like three already?"
"Kurt's different," Blaine shrugged.
"You do realize that the three months don't start until Kurt actually agrees to be your boyfriend, right?" David asked.
"I know. And don't worry. I'll have Kurt being my boyfriend soon enough."
"I wouldn't be so sure," Wes looked at Blaine. "Kurt seems to like you a lot, but I don't think it'll be that easy for you."
"Just you wait, Wesley." Blaine told him confidently. "I'll have Kurt Hummel as my boyfriend soon enough."
David scoffed. "You know, when I see the two of you together sometimes, I wonder if you're starting to feel something for him."
"What?"
"He's right," Wes added. "The way you look so happy with him and stuff. Most people think you genuinely like the guy."
"I like him enough," Blaine shrugged. He actually did like Kurt; he was fun to be around with. "He has yet to get boring, that's for sure."
"He's still surprising you?" Wes asked. He remembered how surprised he was when Blaine walked into their room one night and told him that Kurt used to be a cheerleader.
"He hasn't said anything to top the cheerleader thing," Blaine answered. "But I have a feeling he still has a few secrets up his sleeve."
Blaine smiled softly to himself. It took him a few days to find videos that showed Kurt as a cheerleader. The 4 Minutes one kept him captivated, he couldn't stop staring at Kurt in his cheerleading uniform, but the performance from nationals just blew his mind. After that video, he told himself he wouldn't stop until he learned everything he could about the amazing creature that was Kurt Hummel.
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I was actually working on this in between paragraphs for my essay, which I finished somewhere between the first three pages of this story. So, that makes three papers finished in just one day. I feel accomplished :D I still have my art projects and two more papers to go, but I'll focus on that tomorrow. Soooo, to celebrate, and to thank you guys for all the support and helping me get a hundred reviews in just a week, I give you another chapter! :D Hope you liked it. This is my longest chapter yet at 10 pages. Lol. Anyway, thanks for reading!
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