50 Shades of Klaine [Chapter 8]

He glances out of the window at the sudden outburst of rain but still holds onto my right hand. Ugh. I need to go, Mr Figgins is waiting for me on the phone outside. Wait a minute, oh god…could it be about my dad? Is it his heart again? Oh no! So many unwelcomed thoughts run through my head. I sigh loudly on purpose so he can pick up on my eagerness to go.

"You'd better drive carefully." He tone is authoritative, anxious even?

"Thanks, sorry I've really got to pick up that phone call from my Principle." I make a thumb gesture pointing in the direction of the two open doors. He eyes narrow speculatively. "Thank you for letting me conduct this interview on such short notice Blaine. I'm sure Rachel was hoping to have finally met you today, but emm we'll both see you soon at Sectionals instead…?"

"Kurt." He nods. Moving with athletic grace to the first door, I follow him swiftly back into the office. He closes the entrance to the choir room and then opens the other office door, wide. "Just ensuring you make it through the door Mr Hummel." He gives me a small smile. Obviously he's referring to my earlier less than elegant entrance into this every office. I blush.

"That's very considerate Mr. Anderson." I snap and his smile widens. Don't let him wind you up Hummel! Walking towards the desk outside, I'm surprised when Blaine follows me out. Vivian is sat twiddling her thumbs, staring at the phone lying upside down off the hook. Smiling down at her, I cough once. "Hi Viv, is that for me?" She starts nodding enthusiastically, and then I watch her eyes move from me over to my shoulder. Is Blaine Warbler lurking behind me? A shiver runs straight through my back but I chose to ignore it. "Thank you." I take it from her whilst resting my elbows on the desk for support. This could be about anything, anything at all. Here goes nothing. My subconscious is now playing the theme tune to Jaws, a strange choice but it's all I can think of right now. "Hello, Mr Figgins?" The other end is quiet for a moment until I hear a familiar voice.

"Kurt…Kurt is me." They whisper. That ain't no Principle Figgins!

"Err…I'm sorry?" I murmur. I know that voice, I know that voice…is it?

"It's me dummy…it's Rachel!" She giggles loudly but then slaps her own hand over her mouth. Blaine appears in the corner of my right eye and rests his elbow on the desk. Holly shit! I just want the ground to swallow me whole. I'm gonna kill Barbra for this! I'm momentarily distracted by the way he's stroking his neck, quizzing me with that look…those eyes. No don't look at him Hummel, that's just what he wants you to do. My subconscious turns the Jaws music down so I can concentrate.

"Oh…okay…okay…you need me to play for the McKinley Titans tonight?" I notice that Blaine's eyebrows shoot right up in surprise. Yeah yeah that's right!

"Kurt what the hell are you talking about?" Rachel starts to laugh uncontrollably which irritates me instantly.

"Mr Figgins. I've only played on the team once…yes I know I won us the match last time. But it still just isn't my thing." Blaine removes his arm from the desk and just stands there beside me. It's working! I look back at poor Vivian, she's turned so pale by watching us both in this ridiculously awkward situation.

"Emm…Kurt why can't you speak to me? Are you not alone or something?" My subconscious sings like a ceremonial choir. She's finally got it!

"Yes your right about that." I sigh down the phone.

"Is Blaine there with you? What about the receptionist?" She gasps.

"Yes Sir, just think of all the possibilities, Sam's a great kicker!" I need to make this story plausible. "What, Sam's sick? Oh no, what a shame! Well what time is kick-off tonight? Eight o'clock…yep sure I can get back in time." Blaine crosses his arms and his expression softens. Blaine's presence is unbearable. Ever heard of personal space Mr. Warbler?

"Kurt just call me when you're out of there okay…emm sorry." She still continues to laugh at me. I instantly roll my eyes at her. Blaine cocks his head to one side. Crap! He defiantly saw that. She hangs up. I turn to look at him and he freezes. Didn't expect me to be so brave now did you? I carry on my fake conversation.

"Yes don't worry Sir I'll set off home straight away. No no, I understand…aww why thank you. Yeah I'm gonna need all the luck I can get!" I pretend to listen and laugh loudly along with my imaginary Mr Figgins. I give Blaine a cheeky full dimpled smile. His expression is unreadable. "Alright…goodbye Sir." I hand the phone back to Vivien who drops it the first time before hanging it up. I try to slow my pulse rate down with three steady breathes.

"Your playing for the Titans tonight…Mr Hummel?" He doesn't hide his surprise.

"Yeah just this once though, Sam Evens our kicker has been taken ill. So Figgins has asked me to try my foot at it again instead." I laugh at my own joke a little too loudly for my liking. Nice Hummel nice ugh. "Okay bye." I raise my hand for a small wave to him and the receptionist before I head towards the staircase. Deep down I'm hoping as well as dreading the fact that he might follow me. I don't hear foot steps. A small shred of sadness comes over me…I though he? No as if. Stupidly my subconscious pays out its last dime on a jukebox abandoned in my head, selecting the song 'On My Own' from Les Miserables. At the top I reach for the banister and start to walk down the stairs, with my head hung low. I feel depressed and it doesn't help that half way down I bump into someone…a boy. I sigh at my clumsiness and shrug. "Oh god I'm so sorry." I glance up. Wha-what BLAINE! Blue eyes meet Hazel and I'm lost.

"Eight o'clock was it?" He beams.