Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Blaine and Kurt belong to Glee, while the rest of the characters belong to the amazingness of CP Coulter.
Author's note: I'm hoping you all watched Born This Way, because HOLY HELL, Kurt in that song was damn smexy. I read someone's back story as to why his hair is messed up in it and…wow.
Somewhere Only We Know had me in tears. That's all I'm gonna say.
Okay, so you prev. reviewers are all like "blah blah we are helping you blah blah to improve it", I'm just making this clear: I'm honestly just doing this for the fun of it. To be straight, I don't care that much if it's not the most amazing story in the world.
Whilst I really do appreciate you guys trying to help me, It puts me off writing if I get one review that's just really all bad points.
And hey, I do like compliments. Doesn't everybody? They make me feel happy and make me want to write more, so if you have the time and want to, please tell me if you do like it. :D
Bloody hell though I'm so confused, some people love it, while others seem to hate it.
And I want to apologize too. Last chapter, I was having a terrible week and I just got pushed over, I guess. I don't like that my story is causing this sort of riot between people who like it and people who don't. Just, sorry. And I hope we can all be Klaine loving friends :)
Anyway, Thank you so much for the wonderful reviews, I love you all.
Sunday morning came, and Blaine was at Dalton again. He had left Kurt's place late at 11, before Kurt's parent's got home, and drove straight here to help around the place with anything that needed doing.
He walked in and checked on Reed first. He was always the person that Blaine checked up on first because of the fact that he was the one that was most likely to have broken something over the weekend. He cracked open the door and peeked in.
What he was not expecting was to see Reed curled up on the floor, covered from head to toe in paint, with a colourful mess all over the carpet. Blaine looked around the room. Kurt's bed and the 1 metre perimeter from it was about the only thing not covered in paint. The four poster bed on Reed's side of the room was a mess; sheets and pillows on the floor, and handprints and splatters all over it.
"Um, Reed?" Blaine asked uncertainly.
Reed's small head snapped up, and his little curls were not their usual blonde colour, because of the paint that was smearing his hair. Blaine couldn't help but laugh. He did look a little bit like a clown.
"Mm?" Reed seemed a little out of it, so Blaine walked over to him, being careful not to step on any papers or paintings as he went, and placed a hand on Reed's curled back.
"Are you okay?" Blaine was genuinely worried for his friend. He had seen Reed stressed, but it was never this bad.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Reed responded. He shook his head a little, "my mother wants me to ship over my 'latest work', and being her, I know anything lesser than spectacular will not be satisfactory."
Blaine moved his hand in a circular motion, attempting to sooth the small boy on the floor. He knew how it was to have difficult parents, and Reed wasn't any different. He looked around the room and sighed.
"Look," Blaine said, "Kurt will be here in about 4 hours and I'm pretty sure he won't be very happy if he gets back to the room and finds it's been turned into a canvas." Reed laughed shakily, "I'll go get David and the twins, and we'll come and clean this all up. You go clean off, okay?"
Reed nodded and relaxed his shoulders. He didn't realize that he had been tensing so much. He must have been tensing for a while too, because he was so cramped up, he had to stretch his arms out and shake a bit before moving. He got off the floor and made his way towards the bathroom, "Thanks, Blaine. I owe you one." Blaine smiled in return.
He went to David's room. He knew David cleaned when he was bored, and he also knew that David didn't have much to do that weekend, so he was probably the best choice. He wasn't surprised when he found David sitting on his bed, re-sorting some books into alphabetical order, the room absolutely pristine. He then went to get Evan and Ethan. They were of course playing with water pistols, but when he explained the story to them, they came to help out.
"So, how'd your date go with Kurt last night?" Evan asked innocently, as the four boys started scrubbing at the floor and throwing sheets into the washing machine.
"I bet it was raunchy." Ethan winked. " what oomf-" he said, as he got hit right in the face by a flying pillow. He looked up to see Blaine shrug indifferently and go back to scrubbing.
"Hey!" Ethan retorted, "I was only curious. But I don't hear any denial…"
"Geez, you guys can be annoying sometimes."
"You bet we are" Evan chirped cheerily.
"Okay, we had sex. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Man, do you guys go at it every night?" David chimed in as he came back into the room, carrying a pile of clean sheets.
"No!" Blaine instantly defended himself. He paused. "Not every night…"
The other three boys laughed and jeered for the next few minutes until they were cut off by the buzz of Blaine's phone. The phone was sitting on the edge of Reed's bed, about two metres away from all of them.
There was a moment of silence when Blaine looked at Evan and Ethan, Ethan looked at David, David looked at Evan, Even looked at Blaine and then Ethan, and then nodded slightly.
All at the same time, Blaine and Evan both jumped in the direction of the phone, but Ethan and David, being one step ahead of Blaine, lunged straight at Blaine, tackling him to the floor.
"Ow, guys, get off me!" Blaine complained.
Evan grinned wickedly and picked the phone off the end of the bed.
He slide it open and looked at the name that had come up of the screen. He looked over at Blaine, who was struggling against David and Ethan's hold of him on the floor.
"Would you look at that!" Evan spoke loudly, raising an eyebrow, "It's from Kurtiepie."
"Hey!" He tried to get up. And failed. "Oof-"
Evan opened the message and cleared his throat. Blaine began to protest, but Ethan pushing a little harder on his head cut him off.
"Hey babe," Evan read out, "You were right. I can't walk properly. Wink."
Suddenly, there was a voice coming from the other side of the room. "Geez, really didn't need to know that."
They all looked over to see Reed standing in the doorframe of the bathroom, eyebrows raised and arms folded across his chest.
"Yeah, that's just a LITTLE raunchy." David said sarcastically as he and Ethan got off Blaine.
"Shut up." Blaine said getting up, but he bit his lip to keep himself from laughing.
He walked over to Evan and snatched his phone away. "Worried I'll read more?" Evan was amused, "got anything else on there we should know about?" he smirked.
"Oh, gee, no. Just-" He didn't even finish his sentence; he just pocketed his phone, glared at every boy in the room, and walked out.
All four boys crumpled onto the floor in laughter.
Kurt arrived back to Windsor that Sunday night, and when he walked in, he was greeted with the entire room turning to smirk at him. He went to his room, and on the way received a snigger from Wes and a wink from the twins. He let it pass, because this was Windsor; it was normal for strange things to happen. Kurt smiled at the irony.
He walked into the room and after dumping his stuff, stopped dead in his tracks. Reed was leaning against his bed frame, eyebrows raised expectantly. He nodded his head "Heeeyyyy."
"Uh, hi…" Kurt began, "Okay, what is that look for? Why is everyone looking at me funny?"
At that moment, about half a dozen Windsor boys came pouring into the room and began giggling.
"Seriously, what the hell is going on?" Kurt demanded.
They all looked at one another, the smirks still on their faces.
Wes spoke up, "We didn't know you were into … stexting."
Kurt's eyes widened and he could feel the blood rush to his cheeks. "I am not…" he instantly denied, but the other boys heard the quietness in his voice and laughed.
"Oh come on," Ethan snorted, "We saw your little text to Blaine this morning."
Kurt tried to play dumb. "I don't know what you're talking about," he turned up his nose arrogantly.
"No, of course not," Reed said sarcastically, "Give up now, Hummel. We all saw the text." He was grinning.
"Oh god." Kurt buried his face in his hands.
"How's your walking?" Evan asked.
All of the boys ran out of the room, yelling like small girls as Kurt lunged after them.
Blaine was standing in the doorway of his room, a small smile playing at his lips.
"Ass." Kurt stated.
"Hey, it wasn't my fault!" Blaine walked into Kurt's room and sat on his bed. "They tackled me to the ground and took my phone." Kurt closed the door and went over to put his stuff away.
"Pfft, not your fault. LOCK YOUR PHONE! No more stexting for you." He poked Blaine's nose as he walked by.
Blaine scrunched up his nose under the touch. "No fair!" he grabbed Kurt by the hand and pulled him onto his lap. "I really… really like it when you talk dirty." He breathed into Kurt's ear, and Kurt giggled, but he got up off Blaine's lap.
"Not tonight babe. I think the other boys are informed enough of our night activities." Blaine groaned.
"Oh crap, I left my other bag outside." Kurt made his way to the door.
He turned the handle, pulled the door open, and saw an interesting sight; a group of about 8 Dalton boys were squashed right up to the door, Evan with a glass cup in his hand that was pressed against the door before Kurt opened it. Ethan toppled right onto the floor when the door was opened.
Kurt folded his arms and tapped his foot on the ground. "Yes?" he cocked an eyebrow.
"Shit. RUN!" Ethan scrambled off the floor and ran back outside, the other boys scattering.
Kurt looked back at Blaine who had fallen over on the bed in laughter.
"Oh, screw you." Kurt said as he turned to walk out the door.
Just before closing the door behind him, Kurt added, "Oh wait, I already did."
Okay, so I know there wasn't much plot there either, but like I said before, I'm just having fun with the story. I tried to add more humour in that one, so let me know if you enjoyed it :) Love.