Yes, hello, I HAVE RETURNED!
So much to talk about... So little time... I guess we'll start with an apology, always a good way to kick things off.
I'm sorry I haven't updated this story in so long, I've been considerably busy with NaNoWriMo among other things. So, this chapter is long over due... But you have it now so I hope you enjoy it :)
Secondly, I've had a rather fantabulous new idea for a Glee story! It'll be from Rachel's POV once again but it'll be set in junior year. I've already decided that after I finish "Covert Operations" or "The Seven Step Guide to Getting Over Your Gay Best Friend" I'll post the first chapter. It'll feature some original poetry by yours truly c;
Thirdly, I'VE JOINED TUMBLR! I love just how large the Hummelberry community is on there, I really do. I'll be posting all of my fanfics on there as well as here, so if you want to follow me, my URL is Huff-The-Puff. Pretty simple eh?
FOURTHLY AND FINALLY, I've had some pretty cute fluffy ideas for this story that I'm going to act upon. The only thing that is slightly bothering me is that I've had all of these lovely ideas yet I'm still unsure of when or how I'd like it to end. So it looks like this story is probably no where near finishing for now...
I think that's it. Wow. So much to talk about.
Oh, and in reply to Gleeeeeeeeeeeeek:
Are you implying that Kurt has a crush on Rachel or just that he really likes her?
It's only been implied that Kurt is very fond of Rachel. Nothing has been said about a crush :)
Thanks for all of the reviews! They really make my day (:
-Huff xxx
Getting Kurt a job at the Starlight Diner had been considerably easy in comparison to Santana and I's challenging interviews. So obviously I was suspicious Gunther had ulterior motives when it came to Kurt's involvement in his business.
"I have this friend," I said on a late Friday night to the owner. "Kurt Hummel and he desperately needs a job - I was wondering if there are any vacancies here?"
Gunther narrowed his dark brown eyes at me, wiping the bar down as he asked in his accented English, "Is he the one who wears the purple trousers?"
I mentally rolled my eyes. "Yes."
"Okay," He said finally after a moment of pondering the idea. "But only because he keeps you on your toes. He starts Monday."
I mean, what was that even supposed to mean? He keeps me on my toes? I was probably looking too much into it, but I could swear that whenever I had taken Kurt's order, Gunther had been staring at us like he would his favorite television program.
"Are you ready for me?" asked Kurt teasingly, walking out of the back confidently in a black and red lined shirt on Sunday night. He'd rolled the collar of his shirt up reminding me of Danny from Grease, he was also swinging a dish rag in his hand adding to the imagery.
I grinned widely at The Boy With The Blue Eyes, clapping my hands together in excitement while Santana looked completely dumbstruck by it all.
"I'm sorry, what is Lady Hummel doing here?" Santana said over her tall box of Yeast-A-Stat that she had received from doing a commercial earlier in the week.
"Working," He replied, jumping up onto the bar causally. I leaned towards him to straighten his very own "Hi, my name is Kurt!" badge. "Vogue dot Com doesn't pay, and I need some more money to move out of the NYADA dorms."
Santana wrestled with the thought for a moment about working with Kurt before she allowed a smile to rest on her face. "Why don't you come live with us?" She asked, excitement slowly creeping into her voice. I noticed Kurt's smile evaporate instantly. "We could draw on your face while you slept."
"As tempting as that sounds, I don't think it's the best idea."
Having Kurt's best interest at heart, I thoroughly agreed with him. Finn hadn't apologized to Kurt yet and part of me doubted he would even be able to get in close proximity of him. And I figured that sleeping under the same roof as the man who had threatened his life wouldn't do much to improve his spirits.
"We could add another room! That's why the magical curtains are so magical!" Santana said excitedly, rapidly coming around to the idea of living with The Boy With The Blue Eyes.
"Thanks, Santana," He said firmly, wiping the menus down in his pale hand with the dish rag. "But fours a crowd. I'd rather not."
The Latino's shoulders slumped as Kurt knocked back her idea. "Fine," She snapped. "I don't want to live with you anyway. You'd probably take up all of the room on the bathroom shelves with your different assortments of moisturizers."
Kurt snorted at the thought, setting another freshly polished menu down on the counter. "I'm not a prune, Santana," He said playfully. "I would only take up one – perhaps two shelves in your bathroom with my products."
"See?" I looked at Santana over the cookie display case I was gradually filling with freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. "Kurt understands the importance of moisturizing."
"There is no importance to moisturizing!" argued Santana for the hundredth time
"Our skin is like our paint brush and our canvas," said Kurt, echoing Brody almost perfectly.
I narrowed my eyes at The Boy With The Blue Eyes as he snatched a cookie from the open display case I was slowly filling.
"What?" He asked, his eyes widening as he noticed my expression. "I'll pay for it." He shrugged.
"I thought you had no money?"
"Oh yeah – I forgot cookies cost an arm and a leg in this place," replied Kurt, taking another bite of the freshly baked cookie.
"Awh," squealed Santana, watching Kurt and I intently. "You two are like an old married couple."
"A fabulous old married couple," corrected Kurt.
I rolled my eyes at the pair of them, forcing my eyes away from Kurt who was now gnawing on his cookie whilst he wiped the crumbs off of the menus he was supposed to be polishing.
"So, Yeast-A-Stat?" I asked, tapping the box in front of Santana gently.
The Latino groaned heavily. "Whose toxic vagina even produces that much yeast?" She asked. "If you're making that much yeast you should probably start a bakery."
"Oh – Did you hear about Santana's news?" I asked Kurt, remembering that I hadn't told him about Santana's commercial advertising Yeast-A-Stat.
The Boy With The Blue Eyes raised his eyebrows at me. "That Santana doesn't have a yeast infection?"
"Yeah, I'm pleased for you." I smiled, patting the Latino on the back gently.
She thanked me with a look that said "I'll shove this box of Yeast-A-Stat down your throat if you carry on".
"What are you guys doing for Thanksgiving then?" Kurt asked causally, dusting his hands off as he finished his cookie.
I shrugged unknowingly. I hadn't really made any plans this Thanksgiving, I'd probably just end up sitting indoors with Finn and Santana whilst we watched musicals.
"Nothing that I'm aware of." I glanced at Santana quickly for conformation that she hadn't made any plans either. She gave me a look that clearly said no. "Did you have anything in mind?"
Kurt shook his head sadly. "Hopefully spending as much time away from Sebastian as possible."
I sighed, closing the newly filled cookie display case. "Here," I murmured, taking the newly polished menus out of Kurt's pale hand. "I'll go set these up."
"I'll join you -" Santana said quickly, glancing at me carefully. "Hummel – Fill up the ketchup bottles."
"You're not my boss, Santana."
"Are you sure about that?" She winked, following me towards the front door of the Diner, taking half of the menu's out of my hands. "So what's going on between you and Lady Hummel?" She probed once Kurt was out of ear shot.
I set one of the menu's down on the first table, straightening the salt and pepper shakers as I replied, "We're just good friends."
"Please," chided the Latino, placing a menu down on a nearby table herself. "That's not how good friends behave."
"And how are we behaving?" I asked dully.
"Well, whenever you talk to him you look at his lips every five seconds and when you're not looking he stares at you like he's worried you might do a vanishing act and disappear. Definitely not how good friends behave," Santana explained causally, as if you just accuse your room-mate of having a crush on her gay friend everyday.
"You're endlessly entertaining to have around Santana." I laughed, setting another menu down gently.
Santana tutted, resting her hands on her hips as she looked me up and down. "I've come to enjoy having Lady Hummel around," She commented. "So don't mess it up with your little romance."
"Kurt and I are friends, Santana," I said firmly, glancing up at her. "He's also gay. He's extremely gay. There's more of a chance of something happening between him and Gunther."
I felt my heart drop suddenly as the words escaped my mouth. I wasn't sure why. After all, I didn't have a crush on Kurt. I was fond of him, yes. But a crush? Definitely not.
I glanced over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of The Boy With The Blue Eyes. He swung his legs playfully as he stared solemnly at the empty ketchup bottle he was filling, his sparkling blue eyes staring at the red bottle intently. I turned back to the menus in my hand before he caught me staring.
Okay, maybe I was slightly attracted to him, but that wasn't a crush. That was just a slight attraction that would probably go away as time went on.
"I guess love at first sight really does exist," Santana said quietly.
I barely even had time to comprehend the ludicrous thought Santana had just mouthed before my attention was diverted to a familiar looking dark haired boy marching through the doors of the diner.
He wolf whistled loudly as he walked towards Kurt who had just looked up over his ketchup bottle.
"Nice place," said Blaine, ignoring Santana and I as he walked past us.
"BLAINE!" Kurt yelled excitedly, jumping off of the counter and racing towards his fellow Warbler who greeted him fondly with a hug. "I thought you weren't coming until tomorrow!" He said, pulling away from the other Warbler for a second to make sure that he hadn't been dreaming.
"I wanted to surprise you! It's so good to see you, Dalton sucks without you, Kurt."
"You've no idea how much I missed you," revealed Kurt honestly, making my heart drop for some unfathomable reason. "We'll have to -" Kurt was cut off short by his ring tone. DING DONG THE WITCH IS DEAD, DING DONG THE WICKED – He apologized to Blaine, rushing out back to the kitchen to answer the call.
I caught Santana's eye once Kurt had disappeared into the back. I fought back a small smile, I wondered how long Kurt and I had shared the same ring tone.
"Blaine Devon Anderson," Santana said contently, marching towards Blaine who had seated himself in one of the booths while Kurt answered his phone.
I followed her tensely, sitting down besides the Latino while she went on to make fun of Blaine's oiled hair.
"It's just so great to see you again, Santana," He said sarcastically after Santana was finally done comparing Blaine's hair to the skin of a wet seal. "So you must be Rachel." He looked at me, his deep brown eyes searching as he held out his hand.
I took it, shaking it politely. I noticed just how rough Blaine's hands felt in comparison to Kurt's as I pulled away.
"It's an honor to meet the infamous Blaine Warbler," I said playfully, my eyes darting down towards Blaine's flamboyant polka dot bow tie before returning his watchful gaze.
"Infamous?" He asked questioningly.
"It means famous for all the wrong reasons, Borat," Santana explained scathingly.
"Like you and your porno?" asked Blaine, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Santana's mouth dropped as she was reminded of the porno that her ex girlfriend, Brittany had made a few years earlier. I'd never watched it, but I knew that plenty of people had
"I can't believe I ever dated you," growled Santana, crossing her arms tightly as she sat back in her seat.
"You two dated?" I asked confusedly, looking from Santana to Blaine. "I thought you were both gay."
"It was only for a week in Junior year," said Blaine, his eyes never wavering from Santana's. "We kissed at a party while playing Spin the Bottle."
"You're full of surprises today, aren't you Santana?" I raised my eyebrows at the Latino who narrowed her eyes at me in return.
"It was just my Dad," said Kurt, sitting down besides Blaine happily. "He wants me to go back to Lima for two weeks – Apparently he's got some news."
"Good news, right?" asked Blaine, smiling at Kurt a little too long.
He nodded. "He sounded happy. He also wanted to know if you'd got here alright."
"And what did you say?"
"That you got here in one big handsome piece, so we're fine." Kurt laughed, putting his cellphone back in his pocket. For some reason I didn't particularly like Kurt's laugh at that moment. It felt like somebody treading on my heart.
"I've only popped in for a minute," Blaine said softly. I caught Santana's eye, she seemed to be annoyed by their conversation as well. They hadn't looked at either of us since Kurt had sat down.
"My cab is waiting outside. Haven't even been to the hotel yet."
"Well, you go unpack and I'll come round later?" proposed Kurt, scooting out of the booth as Blaine made to stand up.
"It's a date." Blaine grinned, kissing The Boy With The Blue Eyes on the cheek lightly before he walked out of the diner.
A rather large portion of my brain wondered what it would feel like to throttle Blaine Warbler.
Kurt smiled at Santana and I, a small blush creeping onto his face as he turned to walk back to the bar to finish refilling the ketchup bottles.
"I hate that boy," snapped Santana, staring at the doorway which Blaine had just walked through. "He's obviously got some weird type of vendetta against Hummelberry."
I raised my eyebrows at the Latino. "Hummelberry?"
"Or Kurtchel. You'll have to discuss which name you'd prefer with Lady Hummel."
In tribute to Cory Monteith xxxxx