Hello everyone.
I cannot believe I've actually finished this chapter this soon! I was certain that it will be finished by next week, but someone decided to grace me with inspiration (I still blame Chris Colfer for not helping me over twitter xD kidding, love you, Christopher!) and I've managed to finish this.
This is when we finally meet the Hummel-Hudson household as well as the New Directions, there are two new OCs here and I hope you'll treat them with the deserved respect.
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Glee. If I did, I won't be here and I won't be stuck in the hellhole where I am right now.
Another note, this was super-hard to write! I was stuck constantly all week-long and I swear I wanted to punch the living hell out of my computer sometimes. And it's slightly less lovey-dovey than the previous chapters, our boys are growing up and entering strange waters. I hope they don't drown! :( Humph, I really was frustrated with them. Don't you just hate that the characters take a life of their own? Those characteres seem to constantly give me the finger and live their own lives.
So I hope you enjoy,
xo
TheLionGate ;)
Chapter 10 – Meet the Gang
Sunday morning arrived, and with it, the nerves.
Blaine was lying wide awake in his bed, his mind swarming with doubts and fears.
Today he will be meeting Kurt's family and the New Directions. He was afraid they might hate him. Despite Kurt's initial resentment towards their recent silence, Blaine could see how much his old friends meant to him and he wanted today to go without a hitch.
He could hear Kurt waking up on the other side of the room and hurried to kneel beside his bed, smiling brilliantly as Kurt's eyes fluttered open and met his own.
"Good morning, gorgeous."
Kurt stretched and yawned adorable and smiled back down at Blaine, "Good morning. Nervous?"
Blaine sighed, "You have no idea."
Kurt's face fell. "Me to. I don't know what I'll do if they don't approve of you. you're my first boyfriend and I really don't want them to scare you away."
Blaine hugged him, "I'm not going anywhere. Of course, I really would like your father to accept us rather than have to hide this, or go against his will. But I can assure you, I'm won't go anywhere unless you send me away."
Kurt's grip around Blaine tightened as he whispered, "Don't count on it."
Kurt and Blaine were still in Kurt's car, in front of the Hudson-Hummel home. Blaine was a nervous wreck and Kurt decided to not chance their lives and deprived Blaine of his driving privileges for that day.
Kurt drew a final breath before he got out of the car, followed closely by Blaine. The two made their way up the pathway until they reached the front door, hands entwined.
Kurt hesitantly opened the door, calling out, "Dad? Carole? Finn? it's me, Kurt. We're here."
A slightly burly man emerged out of the living room, followed closely by a smiling woman.
"Kurt! Good to see you, honey!" the woman said, hugging Kurt warmly and finally turning to Blaine, "and you must be Blaine. My, you are handsome as Kurt said you are."
"Carole!" Kurt exclaimed, blushing deeply.
Blaine, too, blushed slightly and said quietly, "Thank you, ma'am."
"Oh, please," Carole scoffed, "don't you ma'am me – call me Carole."
Kurt now turned to the man, hugging him tightly around the waist, "Missed you, Dad."
It was like the man transformed before Blaine's eyes. One minute, he was the expected menacing, protective father and the second Kurt has spoken and hugged him, all defenses fell and he was the father that had to let go of his son because he was unsafe when close to home.
Kurt turned to Blaine, smiling, "Blaine, please meet my dad, Burt Hummel. Dad, this is my boyfriend, Blaine Anderson."
Blaine extended his arm and Kurt finally let go of his father so that Burt could do the same.
"Pleased to meet you, Blaine," he said gruffly.
"Likewise, sir."
Just then, there was a loud thump and a huge teenager made his way to the converged group. "Mom, I'm hungry! Oh, hey, Kurt. What are we having for lunch?"
Kurt coughed pointedly and when this went unnoticed, he said, "Finn, we have a guest."
Only then did Finn actually notice Blaine's presence and extended his fist, "Hey, dude, I'm Finn, Kurt's brother."
Kurt rolled his eyes and said, "Step brother."
Blaine met his fist, to Kurt's chagrin and Carole's amusement, saying, "I'm Blaine, Kurt's boyfriend."
Finn smiled and turned to his mother, "So, food?"
Lunch was an interesting event for Blaine.
He was not used to a family meal. He was the only child to remain in his parents' house, now that his sisters have moved out, and it has been over six years since they've had a proper family dinner with everyone at the table, besides holidays when everyone would come over.
These days, he would simply take leftovers whenever he came back from Dalton, heat it and eat alone.
It's not that his parents didn't want to eat with him, they were simply busy. See, Blaine's parents were extremely successful business tycoons who owned a rather important firm in Cleveland, rendering them bound twenty-four-seven to their work; thus, leaving Blaine to fend for himself when he came back for the weekend.
Seeing Burt, Carole, Finn and Kurt around the table, interacting in a familiar way was certainly unusual for him and his breath caught in his throat.
"Blaine, dear? Is everything ok?"
Blaine turned to see Carole and Kurt staring at him with concern, then turned and saw equally worried expressions from Burt and Finn.
"Yeah, I'm fine… I… sucked air and it caught a little, I'm fine. Honest." He smiled warmly.
Carole smiled at him and continued talking to Burt about bills while Kurt still looked at him worriedly.
"Blaine, what is it?" he whispered.
Blaine shook his head and mouthed, "Later," before turning to Finn who was trying to claim his attention.
"So wait, you're on the soccer team?"
"You sound surprised."
"It's just… dude, you're gay."
Kurt choked and stared daggers at Finn, "Do I need to remind you the football incident?"
Finn stuck out his tongue, "Like that even counts. You only joined for the one game and you got everyone to dance. You call that sport?"
"Yet that was the only winning game of the season."
Blaine stared back and forth, trying to follow the exchange without letting his jaw drop at the discovery of the fact that Kurt had been on the football team.
"So, anyway, you're into sports, then?"
Blaine smiled, relieved, at Burt and nodded, "Yes, sir. I wanted to join football. But apparently, the other schools won't play us 'cause they think we're a gay school, so we chose soccer, which is slightly better – you don't have to grab other people, so it's less scary."
"Wait, what's your team's name?"
Blaine looked at Finn, confused at his sudden intrigue, "the Pirates."
Finn's eyes bulged out of their sockets and he raised a huge hand, which Blaine met with a high five tentatively. "Dude, you guys are gods. You're like the best team in the area! You're going to the National championships, right?"
Blaine cringed and looked at Kurt, who simply played with his fork, spearing peas.
"Uh… undetermined. We still need to know whether we've beaten every team in the State."
Burt looked from Kurt to Blaine with concern, "And are you allowed to bring a plus one or something? You know, for support?"
Blaine shook his head sadly, "It's a team-only trip, if we had cheerleaders then maybe, but we're an all-boy school and as far as I know, we don't have a male cheerleading squad."
"Dude, Kurt could… OW!" Finn yelled in pain, glaring at Kurt, "what was that for?"
"Being an idiot and talking about stuff that shouldn't be discussed," Kurt huffed and looked around the table. "Well, it looks like everyone's just about finished. Carol, do you need help with the dishes?"
Carol looked at Burt and then at Blaine and sighed, smiling sadly, "Sure, honey, pick up the plates and I'll wait for you in the kitchen."
She left and Kurt hurriedly got up and began collecting plates.
Blaine made to help, but Kurt slapped his hand playfully, "No need, honey, go play videogames with Finn or something, we should be finished in a minute."
And with that he disappeared in the kitchen.
The instant he was in the confines of the small kitchen area, Kurt laid the plates on the small island and began sobbing.
Carol hugged him and said, "Kurt, honey? Are you ok?"
Kurt huffed, "I'm fine. I'm fine. I get a boyfriend on Friday, a boyfriend who I've been crushing on for about three weeks and now I'm told that in a week I might not see him for an entire week. I'm perfectly fine. Peachy, even."
"Kurt?"
Kurt turned around to find Blaine standing in the doorway, looking concerned.
Carol made an unintelligible excuse and hurried off to the living room, leaving Blaine looking at Kurt with genuine worry and Kurt looking everywhere except at Blaine.
"Kurt, what's the matter?"
Kurt finally looked at Blaine disbelievingly, "What's the matter? I don't know Blaine, what's the matter with this? I've been crushing on you for three whole weeks, you finally pluck up the courage to ask me out and we haven't been dating for two whole days when I find out that you have to leave for an entire week and then you'll probably meet some extremely hot guy that will obviously be more attractive then I, and I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to test the water. But I just know that I won't be able to survive that, not emotionally or physically. I can't stand being away from you."
Blaine stared as Kurt let all his emotions out and eventually stopped for a breath, panting heavily and fighting back tears.
He made the final step and pulled Kurt into a hug and said, "Don't ever doubt us. We don't know that we're going to the Nationals, and if we are, I'll try and ask Wes if there's any possibility of bringing guests."
"But, you said…"
"I know, but I also know that I won't be able to live with that terrible pout of yours for the next week if I don't at least try and bend the rules."
Kurt rested his head against Blaine's chest and sighed, "How the hell did I snatch up someone as marvelous as you? I don't deserve… oh!"
Blaine pulled back to see a beaming Kurt. "Kurt?"
"I have an idea! What if the Warblers came as a sort of cheerleading team? Except of course we won't do completely dangerous and silly stunts, but sing? We could even sing the National anthem and everything!"
Blaine's features furrowed and then slowly brightened into the most brilliant smile Kurt has ever seen as his words dawned upon his boyfriend.
Blaine swept Kurt into another hug and kissed him tenderly, whispering, "You're a genius. I'll text Wes about an emergency Warbler meeting and we'll pass this idea tonight after we meet your friends."
Kurt smiled and it seemed as if his eyes were reflecting his relieved sensations – the blue in them sparkled in a most enticing pattern, setting the grey and green in them into a sort of background shading – Blaine could stand there and stare into them all day and never even notice that the time was fleeting by.
Only when he heard a gruff cough from behind, did he actually understand where he was and what he was doing – he was standing two inches above Kurt's inviting mouth, just about to press into those luscious lips when he heard the noise, he turned and saw Burt standing in the doorframe, his arms crossed against his chest and he was glaring pointedly at Blaine, who sheepishly put a safe distance between himself and Kurt, still maintaining a proximity appropriate for a couple.
"I assume you sorted everything between you guys?"
Kurt smiled at his father and said, "Yeah, Dad. We figured everything out and we hope that it will all be fine in the end. Has Finn already left for Rachel's?"
Burt's relief was nothing if not perceptible when he answered, "Yeah, he just left. You guys are gonna hit the road?"
Kurt nodded and dragged a still dazed Blaine after him, out of the house and into Kurt's car.
And off they were to Rachel's house.
As they made their way to Rachel's house, Blaine took out his cell-phone and began composing his text message to Wes.
Hey man, we need to hold a Warbler meeting 2day. Don't worry, nothing too creepy. ;) ttyl, B.
And he turned to look outside just as Kurt pulled into a stop in front of a relatively enormous house.
"Wow," Blaine whistled appreciatively, "I guess her parents are pretty well off, huh?"
Kurt gave him a contemplative look, "I guess you could say that, but just be warned that her parents are not what you'd call conventional."
Blaine turned to him with a raised eyebrow, "Meaning?"
Kurt gave him a sweet smile, "You'll see. Come on, everyone's waiting and I bet Finn has already dished out about you playing soccer. Puck and Sam will be all over you."
They walked cautiously up the cobbled pathway and reached the vast front door. Kurt knocked the carved knocker and they waited about ten seconds before a chubby middle-aged man opened the door with an enormous smile.
"Hello Kurt! And this must be Blaine, come on in! Everyone has already arrived."
They only passed the threshold when they heard another male voice calling, "Darling, who is it? Is it the boys? I do miss having Kurt around."
The man who appeared at the bottom of the stairs was nothing like his partner. The newcomer was lanky and slightly more kempt than the sloppy chubby man in the entrance.
"Derek, John, it's been too long!" Kurt exclaimed, hugging both warmly before turning to Blaine, who was standing there, shell-shocked. "Oh, Blaine, don't stand there like a guppy. These are Rachel's dads, Derek," the slender one waved, "and John," the chubby one made his presence known again.
"Kurt, I thought that since they were my dads I'd be the one to introduce them!"
Blaine turned to see a relatively short girl in a plaid skirt and stockings and straight brown hair striding out of the kitchen with her hands placed firmly on her hips followed by an exhausted Finn and a parade of teenagers that were so different form one another that Blaine was having a whiplash.
"Blaine, I'd like you to meet the New Directions in their shining glory. Well, as glorious as they can be when they don't have me anymore. This is Rachel," the little brunette waved, "you've already met Finn. That's Noah, also known as Puck," an intimidating-looking boy with a Mohawk grunted, "Sam," a blonde with a mouth too big for his own good but with a pretty impressive body-build waved and Blaine wasn't certain about the whole blonde-Bieber look, "Mike," a tall Asian fist-bumped him causing him to widen his eyes in surprise, "Artie," the boy in the wheelchair smiled toothily, "Mercedes," an African-American girl smiled and gave Blaine a meaningful look, "Tina," the Asian girl smiled shyly, "Quinn," one of the blonde girls gave him a cold smile, "Brittany," the other blonde girl waved enthusiastically and ran over to stand beside him, "Santana" a gorgeous Latina glanced him up and down and turned to Kurt, "Damn, Hummel. You done good while you were away, is there a straight copy over there at gay Hogwarts?"
At this, Blaine looked worriedly at Kurt who merely huffed and rolled his eyes at the girl, who now Blaine new was named Santana, "please, Satan. Not everyone is gay there. But no, he's one of a kind," he finished with a small smile at Blaine, who blushed.
"And what about me, huh? Just 'cause you don't know me don't mean I don't exist, Hummel."
Both Kurt and Blaine turned to see an enormous girl stepping from behind Puck and looked menacingly at Kurt, who seemed to quake in his fabulous boots.
"Uh… ok? I'm sorry, I didn't see you there, and who are you?"
"Lauren Zizes, I joined the New Directions after you bailed to join Gay Hogwarts. Not the best deal I've ever made, but eh, better than nothing."
Kurt raised an eyebrow and shifted uncomfortably.
Then Blaine decided to speak, "Can I just emphasize that we are not a gay version of Hogwarts. As much as I am flattered being a part of a school that is being compared to one of the best fictional boarding schools ever in literature, this is not a gay school. I, personally, have never managed to snag a date till Kurt arrived."
"That's because you wouldn't date any guy who asked you, honey," Kurt rebuked, earning himself an extraction of Blaine's tongue.
"Wait, so who asked who?" Mercedes demanded.
"I asked Kurt," Blaine said, smiling as he saw Mercedes' satisfied expression.
"Ok, I need details," exclaimed Tina, causing everyone to look at her with surprise, resulting in her huffing in annoyance. "What? Just because I'm not a constant chatterbox like Rachel or Santana doesn't mean I'm not curious about what happened between them! Come on, Kurt, gossip time!"
She grabbed Kurt by the hand and dragged him back to the kitchen, followed by a congregation of squealing girls and a grumbling Lauren, leaving Blaine completely alone in front of the boys' delegation of New Directions.
Kurt and the girls were converged around the island in the Berrys' massive kitchen with seven pairs of eyes fixed on him intently.
"Ok, white boy, spill!" Mercedes demanded.
Kurt huffed, "Said the girl who hadn't called me at all during this time."
Tina approached him timidly, "Kurt, you hadn't called us either. And yes, we didn't call, but that doesn't mean we cared or missed you less. So, how have you been? You seem a lot happier."
Kurt couldn't help but notice the sadness in her voice and saw she was not the only one. Mercedes looked weary and even Rachel seemed to have missed him.
He then sighed exaggeratedly and said, "Come here!" stepping lightly around the island and grabbing the girls into a tight hug, extracting giggles out of them.
"Hey! Hey! Don't smother them just yet; they still have to win Sectionals!"
Derek just stepped inside and perched himself on a stool, placing his elbow on the island and his chin on his hand and looking at Kurt.
"So, Kurt, that's some pretty handsome piece of man you snagged there. Any juicy stories?"
Santana raised an eyebrow, the rest of the girls giggled and Kurt blushed. "Oh my God, Derek! We've only been dating for two days! What do you think I am, some scarlet woman?"
This time, Lauren snickered, "Aren't you?"
Kurt threw her his best bitch glare before turning to Derek, "So what do you want to know?"
"Everything!" gushed the older man, "Tell me when you started liking him and how he asked you out and what was your first date like and…"
"Slow down! I… I liked Blaine ever since we met," Kurt said, blushing, "we were assigned as roommates and when I got into the room and saw him I honestly thought I was dreaming. He was so gorgeous," this time Kurt leant his chin on his hand and stared off into the distance, reminiscing, "we've had a few bumps along the way but we ended up being greater friends out of it all. Ever since I found myself liking him even more, and of course I never thought he'd even been interested in me until Thursday when he asked me to go to his soccer game and told me that he cared about me."
Derek, Rachel, Mercedes and Tina all gasped and squealed while Santana and Quinn merely rolled their eyes.
Brittany was sitting on the floor, her legs crossed, and was looking at Kurt with confusion, "Wait, so did you and Blaine already have dolphin sex or not?"
Kurt merely glared at Brittany before continuing. "After the game everyone went to this diner and while everyone was busy with the karaoke, he asked me to go on a walk with him and he confessed that he really liked me and asked me out."
Kurt's smile was ridiculously wide and Mercedes hugged him tightly, "I'm so happy for you, babe."
Kurt couldn't help but believe her and could feel that he was truly happy right now… until he heard a few yells succeeded by a suspicious silence.
Meanwhile, in the living room, the boys and John settled in front of the massive entertainment system and were preparing for a game of Call of Duty.
Blaine found himself squished between Puck and Mike, but didn't complain all that much.
As soon as the game started, everyone was lost in it, not once stopping to notice their surroundings except to yell profanities as they were caught in the heat of the game.
When they finished, Puck turned to Blaine.
"You taking care of my boy, hobbit?"
"Uh… what?" Blaine looked positively confused.
"Look, I know I might have been one of those who tossed Hummel into dumpsters last year and all that crap, but I'm really sorry about it. It was stupid and I feel like a douche. But he's my boy, man, and since he's my boy I need to make sure that no one's just using him to get his ass."
Blaine choked on his own saliva and looked at Puck with wide eyes. "Uh, dude, we've only been dating for two days."
"So? I got into a lot of girls' pants on the first day dating," Puck shrugged and Blaine shook his head in bewilderment.
"What I think Puck is trying to say," Mike piped up, "is that he really wants you to treat Kurt with respect. We've all seen him get hurt in so many awful ways that we really don't want to see him get hurt even more. Especially since he looks so happy with you."
Blaine blushed, "He does?"
John stepped closer to him and rested a hand on his knee, "Son, you'd have to be blind not to see the halo surrounding Kurt. It's clear you two are in love."
Blaine's jaw slackened, "I… I don't know, sir... I … I definitely care a lot about Kurt, but I'm just not sure. I've never experienced this before, and I most certainly never felt this way before."
Artie rolled a centimeter his way and said, "Just go with whatever feels right, man. And don't hurt him, or we'll hurt you."
Blaine nodded and he looked up just to see Kurt standing at the doorframe of the kitchen looking stunned.
"Kurt…"
Just as Blaine made to get up, Kurt disappeared into the kitchen and Blaine slumped down again, sighing.
Instead of supporting him, Mike, Sam and Puck were shoving him back up and pushing him in Kurt's direction.
"Go after him," John said softly.
And Blaine bolted into the kitchen after Kurt.
When Blaine entered the kitchen, he thought his heart might break at the sight that welcomed him.
Kurt was slumped on a stool, his head buried in his arms on the island, clearly sobbing; Mercedes, Tina, Quinn and Rachel were attempting to comfort him. Brittany was staring, confused, Santana was rolling her eyes and Lauren was merely ogling.
Derek finally noticed Blaine and silently motioned for him to approach Kurt.
Hesitantly, Blaine placed a shaking hand on Kurt's shoulder and felt the boy tense.
Kurt looked up and Blaine nearly had a stroke from the tear-stricken face before him. The sight was both beautiful and heart wrenching and he honestly did not think he could survive this.
"Kurt, please?"
Kurt turned to the girls and Derek, "Please leave us alone."
The other hurried to leave, allowing Kurt and Blaine to be alone.
"Make it quick, Blaine."
Blaine stared at Kurt, "Make what quick?"
"The breakup. You're clearly not satisfied enough and have been lying to me, just get on with it so you can go back to your perfect life at Dalton with the Warblers and the Pirates and…"
Kurt couldn't continue and choked on a sob, covering his mouth with his hand.
Blain sighed, "Kurt, what have you heard me say?"
"That…that you don't know if you love me, and you're not sure about how you feel about me. Look, Blaine, I get it, your first experience is me and I'm clearly not…."
"Don't you dare say not enough."
Kurt looked up to see Blaine's face ablaze with emotion.
"Kurt, don't ever say that. You have no idea what you mean to me. I… I think I might actually die if I don't get to see you every day."
"Then, what did you mean back there?" Kurt looked at him through the film of tears that covered his eyes, completely devastated, and Blaine was sure he was going to cry himself.
"That my feelings are too strong and I'm really scared of what they mean. I've never felt anything like that before, and I'm afraid to call it love because I don't know what it is. But, Kurt, I promise you that I forever will be by your side until you send me away. I will never purposefully hurt you."
Kurt's jaw was dangling at the sight in front of him.
Blaine's eyes were brimming with tears at the beginning of his claim and his voice was cracking. By the time he finished, the tears were streaming down his face, one of his hands were clenched against his heart and the other grabbing the island for support.
"Blaine?"
Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Kurt."
"Blaine…"
"I just care about you so much…"
"Blaine…"
Blaine looked up to see Kurt standing two inches away from him and a strange expression across his face.
"You really care about me that much?" Disbelief was clear in his voice.
Blaine turned fully and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, "Yes, I never thought I'd feel this way towards anyone in my entire life. I cannot express to you how lucky I am that you stepped through my door on Valentine's Day."
Kurt was now crying openly and buried his head into Blaine's neck, "I'm sorry Blaine. I've never experience this either and it's all so new and I'm always scared that you're going to get fed up with me and my craziness. I can't believe we're actually having this talk right now, we've only been dating for two days," he chuckled sadly.
Blaine inhaled deeply and said, "I know. And I promise, Kurt, that even if the Warblers deny your proposition tonight, I will call you daily, screw that, daily and nightly."
Kurt looked at Blaine, "You still think it's a good idea?"
"Best idea."
Blaine leaned in and pressed his lips gently to Kurt's lips, tasting the salty tears that caught on his plump lips.
They would have continued if it weren't for a slight cough coming from the doorway.
They turned and saw Lauren and Puck standing there. Lauren had a smirk across her face and Puck had a worried yet amused expression.
"I'm assuming you guys made up?" Puck asked, looking at Kurt with worry.
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Yes, mommy."
Lauren laughed and moved forward to slap Kurt on the back, "Don't worry, Hummel, for some reason he's been turning into a softy. He actually asked me out on a romantic date for Valentine's Day."
Kurt turned to look at Puck who uncharacteristically blushed and smiled fondly, "Well what do you know? Noah is growing up."
Blaine gaped at Puck, "Dude, seriously? You?"
Puck looked at Blaine with confusion, "How would you know what I'm like?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, "You don't exactly keep it a secret. You even dress like your personality. Anyway, Lauren, you owe me details. Come on!"
And after a meaningful look into Blaine's eyes and a slight peck to his lips, Kurt was dragging the big girl out of the kitchen, leaving the two other boys gaping after the people who captured their attention, for neither of them were ready to confess that they were indeed in love.
Two hours passed fleetingly and delightfully at the Berrys' house but soon the two boys had to return to Westerville.
They said their goodbyes with promises of visiting more often and left, feeling lighthearted and happier than they thought they would.
Throughout the entire ride to Dalton, Blaine was staring in contemplation at Kurt's profile, as if he were trying to decipher some inexplicable enigma that was still escaping his understanding, frustrating him to no end.
And he was.
He was trying to understand why Kurt had been so hurt by his statement to the New Directions boys and John. He didn't explicitly say he didn't care about Kurt, he merely stated that he was still trying to figure out what he was feeling towards the strong, fashionable boy beside him.
Was that reaction because Kurt loved him? That soon?
Blaine then tried to name his feelings towards the boy and the only word that came to his mind was love, there was no denying it. He could not, now that it was a possibility to him and he knew it was real and Kurt agreed, imagine a world where he would not want to look at Kurt with affection, hold Kurt in his arms and whisper nothings that would make him blush in the most amazing shade of pink, feel his lips against his own and see that sparkling blue of his eyes; he could not imagine a moment where he would not want to hear Kurt's voice, listen to his witty rebukes or his rants about fashion. There was nothing in his life without Kurt.
He then felt a certain tug in his chest and his breath caught, what was this feeling?
To Be Continued in Chapter 11 - Decisions
Holy hell, I think my heart just squeezed, contracted and expanded and then contracted and expanded again. Those boys are going to be the death of me, I swear. I did not expect this to develop in this direction and I did not expect this end. Originally, I planned a rather cheerful chapter, having fun with the crazy dudes from McKinley and all and then having the emergency Warbler meeting that Kurt suggested, but those two will never let me have their way, it's just so frustrating sometimes!
I'd like to thank Kurt and Blaine for rendering me completely speechless with thier love and stupidity, at times, and I really hope that I don't get stomped on by them next week, both here and in the realm of the TV Show (ahem "The First Time" - oh my GOD).
So yeah, and I cannot wait to see, hopefully, Curt Mega (Nick Warbler -and yes, I made him gay and I know full well that the actor is straight, married and Christian, don't get all in my business for creating a new facet of the character) singing Billy Joel's "Uptown Girl", I LOVE THAT SONG!
So now I'm off to a class about Don Quixote (help!) in Spanish and I will see you next time XD
Love you for reading my crazies,
xo
TheLionGate ;)