I realize that I'm incredibly evil with leaving you with so many cliffhangers, especially right before my life starts to get crazy busy. It's so hard to find time to write with the end of the school year and all. Plus I've got singing, band, and wedding stuff taking over my free time. And of course there is always the ever present homework.
XstarkidloveX: You know what's funny? I had the song stuck in my head so I searched it on YouTube and there was an acoustic version of 'California' so I stopped to listen to it. It was Hawk Nelson doing a group acapela version of the song! I started laughing instantly because it sounded like as if it was the Warblers singing it! Totally coincidental right? It's not arranged exactly the way I imagined it, but it's pretty damn close!
You guys are pretty awesome. You tend to make my day…a lot. Criticism is awesome too. Love criticism. It really helps when I'm writing. I need it. I make mistakes. What was that? Shut up and continue the freaking story? Oh, okay. If you say so.
Kurt groaned and as leaned forward again. "Come baaaack."
Blaine lifted his knees up to his chest, running his fingers roughly through his curly hair, rocking back and forth. "Oh my freaking god. Holy – Shitmonkeys. I can't believe I did that. I kissed you – I kissed you back – when you are drunk. Oh my god I just took advantage of you. Holy fuck, I am such an asshole." Blaine ranted as he continued to rock back and forth, eyes wide.
"But you tasted sooo good – when you took advantage of me." Kurt shifted around on the bed, resting himself on Blaine's legs and looked up at Blaine with wide eyes. "You can take advantage of me again – if you want toooo." He propped himself on top of Blaine to kiss him again and Blaine gently pushed him away.
"No Kurt, we can't – you're drunk. Stop. You're not thinking straight." Blaine was grabbing Kurt by the shoulders and looking him deep in the eyes. Kurt swung his head down and giggled.
"You're right." Kurt took in a deep breath in between laughs. "I'm thinking gay!" Kurt lunged forward to kiss Blaine yet again but couldn't get very far because Blaine was still holding him back.
"No Kur—stop! You wouldn't be doing this if you were sober." Blaine shifted himself away from Kurt.
Kurt fell back on the bed, the side of his face resting against Blaine's comforter, with a sad, pathetic look on it. "…only because I'm too scared" Kurt mumbled with his eyes wide, almost too quiet for Blaine to hear.
Blaine sat in the same place for a minute, wondering whether he should speak, or if Kurt was going to continue. "scared of what?" he said in a low voice.
Kurt's eyes were still wide open, staring at Blaine's headboard. "scared of – losing you." Blaine's eyes softened and he looked down at Kurt, curled up, defenseless. He opened his mouth because he felt like he should say something, but nothing came out. The words Kurt had spoken rang in his ears over and over, and his eyes filled to the brim with tears. He wanted to reach out, scoop Kurt into his arms, and hold him forever. He was going to, but when he made a move, Kurt jolted up off the bed, running towards the bathroom with his hands over his mouth. Blaine sat on his bed in confusion for a moment before following Kurt into the other room. Blaine turned the corner to see Kurt huddled over the toilet, vomiting into the bowl.
Blaine felt his heart swell and his face tighten from the sight in front of him. He closed his eyes, chocking out a sob and lifted his fist to the bridge of his nose. "My god Kurt, why now – why like this? – of all the times that I could have realized – how much I—" Blaine became silent and wiped his eyes in the crook of his arm. This is all my fault. If I hadn't gone on that stupid date tonight this never would have happened. Kurt was done heaving and rested his head on the tile wall with his eyes closed. Blaine pulled himself together and walked up to Kurt, bending down when he reached him. He gently picked Kurt up into his arms and carried him through the bathroom, back into their room, and set him on down carefully his bed. He turned Kurt on his side and pulled his sheets on top of him. He found big blue bowl and filled it halfway with water, placing it beside Kurt's bed, just in case he threw up again. He ran his thumb along Kurt's jaw line, looking at his sleeping expression. "Goodnight Kurt," He lowered his head and softly kissed Kurt's head. "I love you."
Kurt's eyes opened around 11:00 AM on Saturday morning. He looked around the room, squinting his eyes. He was alone, Blaine must had gone out somewhere. How the hell did I get here? I thought I stayed at Rachel's. He moved his head off the pillow and was suddenly overwhelmed with a throbbing pain in his head.
"Ahhhhh…my god." Kurt moaned as his head fell back onto the pillow. He placed both hands on his forehead as he stretched out on his bed, trying to remember how he ended up back at Dalton. I was talking about Blaine, Rachel suggested that we go to her basement, we opened another bottle of—oh shit. The wine. Oh god what happened after that? Think Kurt, think. Kurt rattled his brain for another ten minutes, desperately trying to figure out what had happened the night before. But he couldn't remember anything after opening a second bottle of blueberry booze. He sat up in his bed and saw a bottle of Advil and a bottle of Dasani on his night table. There was a sticky note attached to the water bottle that said "Love, Blaine." Awwww, how sweet. Kurt downed two pills and took a gulp of water. Kurt's head still felt like it had been run over by a stampede of animals, animals that had knives for paws. He closed his eyes and tried to fall back asleep, hoping that the hangover would be gone when he woke up again.
When Kurt woke up for the second time it was 2:00 PM, the same Saturday afternoon. He lifted his head off of his pillow, relieved that his headache was mostly gone. He looked around the room and saw that Blaine still wasn't anywhere to be found. He looked back over at his nightstand. The Advil and water were gone, and had been replaced with a brown bag and a bottle of Diet Coke. There was another sticky note attached to the bag and Kurt picked it up to read it. "I figured you would be hungry when you woke up." Kurt smiled and looked through the brown bag. Chinese takeout. Kurt grabbed his laptop, opened the styrofoam box of Chicken Teriyaki, and began eating while he logged on to Facebook. Kurt saw that Rachel was online and quickly sent her an instant message.
What the hell happened last night? –Kurt Hummel
I was just about to ask you the same thing! –Rachel Berry
Blaine was sitting alone in a comfy chair in the library. His laptop was on his lap along with several text books and notebooks. He had been sitting there for hours, but hadn't been able to get much done. He would doze off every now and then in the relaxing chair. He didn't get much sleep the night before. Segments of Kurt kissing him the night before would replay in his mind every time he closed his eyes. He was scared to face Kurt, because whether he liked it or not, things were different now. Kurt had kissed him, drunk, and if things were left like that everything would be okay. Everything would be safe, normal. But no, Blaine kissed Kurt back with equal if not more desire than Kurt's. Blaine took advantage of Kurt, it didn't matter if he knew Kurt was drunk or not. Kurt was extremely vulnerable, and Blaine walked all over him. He was terrified to face Kurt, he knew he would be mad after remembering what happened last night.
Kurt walked into the library around 3:00 PM. He was bored in his room and decided to walk around Dalton to see who else was still there, and maybe find Blaine. He didn't see Blaine sitting in the corner as he made his way across the book filled room. The far corner of the library led to a smaller piano room. The room was surrounded by large windows, easily the most modernly built area in the school. The Warblers usually practiced in this room, it had terrific acoustics and was an excellent place to rehearse. Kurt smiled when he saw that no one was near the black grand piano. He briskly walked over to the naturally lit room and sat on the bench next to the piano, carefully turning over the black cover exposing the keys underneath. Kurt ran his fingers over the keys and played a few notes, becoming familiar with the feeling again. The sound changed from random notes, to rhythmic chords, playing a beautiful music progression.
Blaine became alert when he heard the sound of the piano and his head jerked up. He leaned forward and strained his neck to see who was playing. He was able to see the piano from behind a bookshelf, and his breathing hitched when he saw that Kurt was there. He didn't know that Kurt could play the piano. When it came to music, Blaine kind of took over the spotlight. His dark eyebrows rose when he heard Kurt's soft, clear voice.
Time to tell me the truth
To burden your mouth for what you say
No pieces of paper in the way
'Cause I can't continue pretending to choose
These opposite sides on which we fall
Loving you later as if at all
No right minds could wrong me this many times
Oh my god…Blaine sat back in his seat, mouth hanging wide open. He had never heard Kurt's voice by itself before, and he immediately regretted it. It was so beautifully soft. His voice rang clear through the tranquil library, and Blaine couldn't help but close his eyes and savor Kurt's unique sound.
My memory is cruel
A queen of attention to details
Defending intentions if he fails
Until now, he told me her name
It sounded familiar in a way
That I could have sworn I'd heard him say it
Ten thousand times, oh, if only I had been listening
Leave unsaid, unspoken
Eyes wide shut, unopened
You and me always between the lines
Between the lines
Blaine's eyes opened again, and his eyebrows furrowed. Kurt was singing with so much emotion behind his voice, he had to relate to it somehow. Is this the way he feels about me? Does he think that I don't feel for him? Blaine racked through everything that had happened in the past week. He tried to remember if he had hurt Kurt in any way…Tom.
I thought I, thought I was ready to bleed
That we'd move from the shadows on the wall
Stand in the center of it all
Too late, two choices, to stay or to leave
Mine was so easy to uncover
He'd already left with the other
So I learned to listen through silence
Guilt swept over Blaine as he listened to Kurt sing. How could I have not noticed how much I've been hurting him? We're freaking roommates for god's sake. What the hell is wrong with me?
Leave unsaid, unspoken
Eyes wide shut, unopened
You and me always be
You and me always be
I tell myself all the words he surely meant to say
I'll talk until the conversation doesn't stay on
Wait for me, I'm almost ready, when he meant let go
Leave unsaid, unspoken
Eyes wide shut, unopened
You and me always be
You and me always between the lines
Between the lines, between the lines
The last chords rang out on the piano, and Blaine lingered in his seat, mind shuffling through the ways he could possibly fix this. He stood up, placing his books and laptop on a table near him. He slowly walked towards the piano room, watching Kurt intently.
The piano wasn't facing the library so Kurt couldn't see Blaine stand up from where he was sitting. There was a moment of silence that lasted for a brief moment before Kurt began playing Clair de Lune softly. Blaine was once more impressed by Kurt's talent. He could see Kurt's hands skillfully hover over the keys, playing the instrumental piece with grace and feeling. Kurt's head softly dipped up and down, becoming more and more into the composition as he played. Blaine started walking towards the piano very slowly, he remembered when he tried to learn this song himself, he had got impatient with the complicated fingerings and difficult scales and gave up halfway through. He always had enjoyed playing the guitar more than the piano. When he reached Kurt, he walked to the opposite end of the piano, leaned against it, closed his eyes, and listened. Kurt looked up, noticing Blaine for the first time. His heart beat a little bit faster, but he was too into the music to stop playing. He was at the climax of the piece and was pressing down the keys with great force. He noticed that Blaine's eyes were closed, listening to Kurt play, responding to the music. Kurt decided to look back at the keys and lose himself in the rhythm again, pushing Blaine's presence away from his mind.
Kurt slowly finished the piece, resting his fingertips over the clean white keys. He looked up at Blaine expectantly as Blaine lifted his head an opened his eyes.
"That was beautiful…I didn't know you could play." Blaine's eyes were slightly glazed over.
"Yeah… I've always played the piano – for as long as I can remember." Kurt looked down at his hands, avoiding Blaine's gaze.
"Hmm" Blaine looked at his hands, not sure what to say first. "Kurt, I'm sorry for being such a song hog. I mean you're an amazing singer, but I never knew till now because I've been stealing all the solos."
"Oh – You heard me sing?" Kurt was a little embarrassed, "I thought I was alone." Kurt scooted to the far end of the bench, standing up. "But yeah – you do tend to get all the attention – musically."
"Yeah, I'm gonna talk to Wes about changing that." Kurt's eyebrows rose, surprised at the fact that Blaine was willing to step out of the limelight. Blaine noticed Kurt's astonishment and chuckled. "It would be a nice change."
Kurt smiled at Blaine, "Yeah, a break from 'Blaine and the Pips' would be kind of nice." Blaine laughed. Kurt couldn't help but smile wider when he saw Blaine's eyes crinkle to the way they always do when he's amused. God, he's so damn charming. Kurt's jumped up a little when he remembered why he wanted to talk to Blaine. "Hey do you know how I got back to Dalton last night?"
Blaine's stomach flipped when the topic of the previous night was brought up. He furrowed his brow a tad. "You don't remember?"
"Well – no. I'm afraid that I got exceptionally wasted at Rachel's house last night and—I don't remember anything from after we started drinking to this morning." Kurt looked away from Blaine in shame. Blaine felt himself sigh in relief, Kurt didn't remember the kiss. Thank god.
"Oh, I don't know, you walked in alone" Blaine chuckled uncomfortably, "you were REALLY out of it."
"I know I didn't drive here, because my car isn't in the parking lot, and –oh god—I did something really stupid last night didn't I…"
"Umm…" Blaine panicked a little, debating whether he should just be honest and tell Kurt what happened. As much as he had thought about it, he wasn't mentally prepared for it. His mind filled with incoherent thoughts and his heart started to beat ten times faster. I can't tell him right now, I can't. "Well, you were definitely drunk, let's just put it that way."
Kurt felt his cheeks get red as he raked his brain. Gah! What the hell happened last night! Suddenly, Jeff ran into the library.
"Hey guys! We're trying to get a game of poker going. Want in?"
"Sure!" Kurt exclaimed as he followed Jeff out of the library, Blaine stood next to the piano, lost in thoughts
I can't take this anymore! I need to tell him how I feel. Tonight. Blaine took a deep breath and followed after Kurt and Jeff.
Okay, before you attack me with your pitchforks and torches, hear me out. I had planned to make this chapter THE chapter but I really, REALLY didn't want to rush THE most waited for chapter in the whole story. So I decided to cut this one short and save the goodies (really really fluffy sweet goodies) for the next chapter. I really wanted to get this chapter done tonight. So, for the sake of a quality Klaine chapter, you'll just have to wait a wee bit longer.
