Author's Note: This is a really short chapter… like… my shortest. I had more that I had written, but I REALLY needed to end it at the point I did, and it might piss some of you guys off. I know, because I've seen authors leave off at a point like I have in my story and well… it's pissed me off too. I HATE cliffhangers. But, those stories, are the ones I review, and read right when they get into my inbox. Since there hasn't been a lot of love for the last chapters, (although I can understand why) I thought this might be good motivation. If not, well, I tried. Get ready to squeal!
~Blaine's Point of View of the Incident~
It was an accident really. I didn't mean to just start dancing with this guy, James. We had met over at the "mini bar" while I was deciding whether or not to drink. I was about to get something when he'd said hi. Next thing I know, we were dancing on the dance floor. And to be honest…. It was fun, for awhile at least. My head wasn't clouded with the bluish eyes that I loved so much, but instead was devoured by James's dark brown eyes. I didn't have to think about my friendship with Kurt, or the way we'd look at each other, or the way we'd complete each other's sentences, like we were two halves of one broken soul. I didn't have to think about any of it. I knew I'd never see this guy again, so might as well make the most of him.
But unfortunately, while I was busy giving myself over to the sounds that filled my ears; Kurt was giving himself over to alcohol. Of course, I didn't know until he came up to me in his drunken state, while I was dancing to "Till the World Ends." "Hey!" I heard a voice shout over the music. At first, I thought it was for someone else, so I continued to dance. "Mr. Warrrrrrrbler," I heard again. Suddenly, I looked up to see Kurt's gorgeous blue eyes right in front of me.
"Hey, where have you been?" At the time, I didn't have any clue that he was drunk, well, not until he said "Watching your sexyyyy little ass of yours!"
"Umm… Kurt?" I asked, still stupidly, confused.
"Y-you… y-y-you are Aweshum… I-I-I…" At that point, Kurt was starting to trip over his own feet, stumbling into me. "Helloooo sexy"
"Kurt, I think you're drunk…" I said slowly, hating the way the words sounded as they came (TWSS) out.
"No-no. YOU'RE DRUNK BLAINE!" Kurt yelled, tapping my nose to emphasize the nose to emphasize the "you."
"Hey James," I yelled, trying to balance Kurt on one arm while tapping James's shoulder with my other hand. "I'm sorry. I should go. I really need to get my friend home. It was REALLY nice meeting you."
"Nice meeting you too Blaine! I'll call you sometime…" I didn't answer James as I dragged Kurt out of the crowd, not stopping till I reached outside. When we finally made it to the porch, the only thing that I could say was, "What the hell, Kurt?"
"Agh! B-b-ad language! I'm not listening!" Then, like the drunk he was, proceeded to cover his ears and scream, "LA LA LA LA LA CAN'T HEAR YOU BLAINEYYY," until I managed to pull his hands off his ears.
"Kurt! I thought you said you didn't want to get drunk…"
"Umm… I didn't. At least, not until you and what's his balls were dancing…" And then, if that wasn't enough, Kurt started randomly slow dancing with himself, putting his elegant arms out and turning in a circle.
"Hmm… hmmmm... hm…" hummed Kurt, still dancing with himself on Noah's porch while I sat on the bench, still watching him.
"What's wrong Kurt?" I finally whispered, giving up on yelling at him, instead, just asking.
"You were with that guy… and I saw you dancing with him… and I wanted it to be me… which is just…"
"Ridiculous?" I finished for him.
"Yeah… because you're my best friend and I… don't want to lose you Blaine."
"Oh baby, you'll never lose me." And with one look into that beautiful boy's eyes, I wrapped my arms around him. Honestly, I don't even remember what I kept saying to him… something like "No, I won't let you go," or something like that. I just remember being desperate to console the amazing boy that had my heart, to let him know that I was his to keep.
"Blaine…" Kurt finally whispered in my ear, pulling back to look me in the eye. I looked back at him, I mean, I really looked. I saw so many things. I saw a lost boy and I saw a growing, responsible man all in one. I saw beauty and strength and wonderment all in one. Finally, with a sigh, I arched closer to him, making the decision to make that final step, even if he wouldn't remember it in the morning. I just knew that I HAD to have this boy; this boy that befriended me on sight that listened to me rant about my family that would be there for me through thick and thin even though if he barely knew me. This boy was or is or will forever be my soul mate, even if it's unrequited. With all of these thoughts swarming in my head, I gently, and ever so softly, pressed my lips to Kurt's.
