A/N: I am on holidays at the moment, so this chapter came out a lot quicker than normal, and another will probably be out before the end of the week.
I bring to you as promised, an attempt by the Warbler boys and ND to get our boys on a date...Enjoy
As always, I don't own these things, just the ideas in my head.
Blaine was exhausted, both mentally and physically. It was now Thursday and his body was starting to ache from all the bending and stretching he was having to do for hours each day so that he and his Dad could get the house finished with a decent amount of summer still left. Not to mention he had been spending more time than usual with his boxing bag. Josh was getting on his last nerve. Blaine was getting sick of the comments and glares he was getting from Josh, and the only was he could get out his frustration without attacking him was to attack the boxing bag.
The only think keeping his spirits up, apart from spending some quality time with his family (minus Josh), was spending time with Kurt. They had been going and getting coffee together everyday of the week so far, and had started formulating different plans on how to show everyone the real Josh.
Yes, Kurt was most definitely keeping Blaine happy, and was constantly on his mind. He sparked something in the hazel-eyed boy, almost as if the thought of him awakened his creativity even more. Whenever Blaine thought of Kurt, he had a sudden, but not bad, urge to write music.
Blaine had always written music, from as soon as he learnt how to play his first instrument to be precise, but Kurt, he gave Blaine something to write about, something good, something wonderful. Blaine wasn't quite sure why, but he liked it, and he never wanted the feeling to leave.
So here he was, sitting in his favourite spot for playing, which so happened to be the window in his music room, strumming out a tune on his guitar, and writing it down once he was happy with it. He sat for a while, deeply immersed in what he was doing, and then out of the corner of his eye, he saw him. Blaine had to look again to make sure he wasn't seeing things, but sure enough, there was Kurt, in the window across from him, Ipod in hand, earphones in, dancing around his room looking like he didn't have a care in the world. How did I not know that was his room? Blaine thought, starting to feel creepy watching, but Kurt was so captivating in the way he moved that Blaine couldn't tear his eyes away.
His slender yet defined and muscular body was beautiful to Blaine, it made him wonder if Kurt had ever taken any dancing lessons. The way he moved, so smoothly and sure of himself, he had the perfect dancers body, Blaine just couldn't help but watch.
I never thought I would think of a guy as beautiful, he thought, but that is exactly what he is. He looks angelic.
Blaine smiled as he watched. The previous feeling coming back to him as he started strumming a new tine, softer than the previous one. Angelic.
Reluctantly he moved from the window, put his guitar down, and sat at the piano, having a feeling that this one would sound better coming from that. His fingers softly played with the keys, pulling a simple melody from the baby grand. Soft, simple, and happy. Blaine closed his eyes, not bothering to pay attention to what he was playing, or write it down, and just let his hands pull the random melody out.
Sensing a presence in the room, and the stare of someone's eyes on him, he slowly opened his eyes. Leaning against the doorframe was Sarah, a soft smile playing at her lips.
"That's beautiful Bee," she said, making her way to sit next to him.
"Thanks," Blaine said with a genuine smile, scooting over a bit to make space for his sister.
"What's your inspiration?" she asked, fiddling with the keys in front of her.
"Nothing in particular," Blaine replied, absentmindedly looking over his shoulder through the window to where Kurt was still dancing around in his own world.
Sarah followed her brother's gaze, smiling knowingly but not saying anything.
"Well it was a beautiful piece, you should write it down," she smiled at Blaine.
"Yeah maybe," Blaine said, a small soft sigh escaping his lips as he rolled his shoulders.
"Everything alright Bee?" Sarah asked with concern.
"Yeah everything's fine. Just been a long week," Blaine replied, giving his sister a small smile, "looking forward to a relaxing weekend."
"Yeah. You know Dad wouldn't care if you needed a break for a week."
"I know, but it's nice you know, spending time with him, he gets so busy sometimes," Blaine sighed.
"Yeah, but he still wouldn't mind," Sarah said, putting her arm around Blaine's shoulders and pulling him in for a sideways hug.
A throat being cleared pulls Blaine's attention to the door and he has to suppress the groan trying to escape as he sees Josh standing there, a small smirk on his face. Blaine tries to fake a smile, but it comes out as a pained look instead.
"Here you are," Josh says, smiling at Sarah, "we have to go now if we want to make those lunch reservations."
Sarah smiled at Josh and then pulled Blaine in for another hug, adding a kiss on the cheek.
"Remember what I said Blainers," she said ruffling his hair, "Dad won't care. See ya later," she finished walking out of the room to where Josh was waiting.
Josh let Sarah walk past before focusing a glare on Blaine.
"Don't forget what I said fag, you are spending too much time with Sarah, it will stop now, I don't want to see her in here with you again," he hissed at Blaine.
"You know what Josh," Blaine replied, his words dripping with hatred, "Sarah is a grown woman, she will do as she pleases."
"Whatever," Josh replied before stalking off after Sarah.
Blaine, forgetting where he was, smashed his balled up fists onto the keys of the piano, eliciting a collection of harsh jumbled notes from the instrument. The day had been going so well, but just like every other day this week, josh came along and ruined it. Frustrated, he hit the keys again, and then threw his notebook across the room, paper flying everywhere.
Not wanting to destroy his instruments in anger, he goes to his bedroom, and changes from his jeans into basketball shorts and puts on his running shoes. Grabbing his Ipod, he heads out the door, not even thinking about how sore his body already was before running off down the street.
As his feet pounded against the pavement, he felt his anger slowly ebbing away, the music in his ears also helping. He tries to push all thoughts of Josh from his mind, and tries to replace them with happier and calming thoughts.
At this rate I will be super toned by the time they leave, Blaine thinks to himself with a chuckle.
Blaine continues running until his mind is clear and anger well gone. When this happens he makes his way home.
Taking his shoes off outside the door, he heads inside to go shower.
"Hi dear," Sophia smiles as he walks past the living room to the stairs, "where have you been?"
Blaine makes his way over to his Mom.
"Hey, just been for a run, needed to clear my head," he says leaning down to where she was sitting to give her a kiss on the cheek.
"Everything's fine Mom," Blaine said, heading back towards the staircase.
"Ok," she replied no believing him, "go have a shower, you smell," she laughed.
Blaine chuckled at his mothers teasing.
"Oh and Blaine," she called out, making him stop at the bottom of the stairs, "check your phone, it's been going off while you were gone, it's really loud."
"Will do Mom," Blaine laughed as he made his way upstairs, heading to the bathroom.
After he had showered and changed into some fresh clothes, he went into the music room to clean the mess he had made earlier before remembering that his Mom had said is phone had been going off.
Going into his bedroom, he plunked himself down onto his bed, suddenly exhausted, and grabbed his phone from his beside table, turned down the ringer volume and checked his missed calls and messages.
15 missed calls, 5 unread text messages.
Noticing the calls were from Wes and David, he rolled his eyes and went to check his texts.
From Wes: Answer your phone Anderson!
From Wes: Honestly, where the hell are you?
From Wes: Starting to freak out now, you always answer your phone and texts.
From Kurt: Hey, hope you're having a good day :) can't do coffee today sorry. Don't let Josh get you down :)
Blaine smiled at that and sent a quick 'that's ok, thanks :)' back before checking the last text.
From David: Wes is being paranoid, call him when you can Blainers :)
Shaking his head and wondering what his friends could want so badly he dialled Wes' number, only hearing two rings before it was answered.
"Finally!" Wes exclaimed loudly, "Where the hell were you?"
"Hi to you too," Blaine said exasperatedly, "I was out for a run, left my phone at home."
"Oh, ok, well you're alright then, I was freaking out for a bit there," Wes replied, clearly relaxed again.
"Yeah, I'm good. What's up?"
"You, my friend, are going on a date," Wes said happily.
"A date?" Blaine asked sceptically.
"Yep," Wes replied, popping the 'p', "tomorrow night at some restaurant called Breadstix in Lima."
"Uh right, who with?"
"Kurt of course," Wes stated like it was the most obvious answer ever.
"And does Kurt know about this?" Blaine asked.
"Don't worry Blainers, it's all taken care of, just be there at 7, see ya later," Wes said, and before Blaine could reply he had hung up.
Blaine sighed; he had a feeling this could not go well. Deciding to take a break from the work around the house he grabbed his keys and wallet, and drove to the mall, deciding that is he was supposedly going on a date with Kurt he might as well buy some new clothes to look nice.
Kurt's Thursday had been going great. His father was letting him have a day off from working at the garage and he had plans with Mercedes to go out for lunch and then see the latest chick-flick that was out.
He had spent the morning relaxing, sleeping in, having an extra long shower, and losing himself in his music dancing around the room.
He met Mercedes at a café near the movie theatre where they proceeded to order food and catch up.
"Any plans tomorrow night?" Mercedes asked Kurt casually.
"Just with my bed and a couple of DVDs" Kurt shrugged, "did you want to do something?"
"Hmm? Mercedes looked up from where she was typing a message on her phone, "No, I'm busy tomorrow night, I was just wondering," she finished before sending her message.
To Wes: He's free, why can't I tell him though? I have a bad feeling about this!
From Wes: Because we can take care of it this time. It's your turn next time remember.
To Wes: Fine, but I still don't think it will work.
From Wes: If it doesn't you can tell me 'I told you so'
"Who are you texting?" Kurt asked getting a little annoyed with how rude Mercedes was being.
"Oh, no one," Mercedes shrugged, "come on lets go see this movie."
Kurt stood and walked in silence to the movie theatre with Mercedes, checking a message that had come through on his phone and sending a quick text to Blaine saying he couldn't get coffee with him today.
From Unknown: You have a date tomorrow at Breadstix, 7pm. be there :)
Kurt frowned at the text wondering who it was from, not sure if he wanted to reply in case it was some sort of sick joke. Sighing he decided against replying and deleted the text instead. Surely if it wasn't a joke they would have said who it was. He turned his phone off and returned his attention to Mercedes as they arrived at the theatre.
Friday came and Kurt was so busy at the garage that any thoughts about the strange text and the supposed date were far from his mind. In all honesty he wasn't going to give thoughts of a date the time of day. He was adamant that it was a cruel and twisted joke.
He spent the day doing oil changes and fixing radiators, and by the time he gets home and showered, he was so exhausted that he collapsed onto his bed and fell asleep without eating.
Kurt woke up the next morning to an obnoxiously loud ringing noise, accompanied by the sound of vibrations on wood.
Groaning, he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and reached out to grab the offending object, his cell phone, from his beside table. He glared at it before answering.
"Hello?" he said groggily around an escaping yawn.
"Spill, tell me everything!" Mercedes' chipper voice exclaimed.
"Ugh, stop yelling at me," Kurt moaned, still half asleep, "what are you talking about?"
"Your date," Mercedes replied sounding even more excited if it were possible.
"Date?" Kurt questioned.
"Yeah, last night? Didn't Wes tell you? I knew I shouldn't have left it up to him."
"I have no idea what you're talking about 'Cedes," Kurt sighed getting out of bed since he was now awake.
"A date with Blaine. Last night, 7 at Breadstix, please tell me you went?" she begged.
"Uh.."
"Wes did text you right?" Mercedes asked desperately.
"I got a text on Thursday but I didn't know who it was from, I thought it was a joke," Kurt replied, "Shit, I stood him up didn't I?" He finished frantically.
"Oh honey, no, you didn't know, I'm going to kill Wes, I told him I could handle this side of things but he wouldn't listen," Mercedes said, anger starting to seep into her voice.
"Not much that we can do now," Kurt replied, his frustration about the situation not being hidden at all, "I just hope that Blaine doesn't hate me."
It's alright Boo; I will sort Wes out and make him explain. I will talk to you late ok? Love you."
"Love you too," Kurt replied before hanging up and starting on his daily morning routine.
Blaine work up Saturday morning feeling very tired. He hadn't slept well at all, and if he were going to be honest, he would tell you that there had been a few tears shed the previous night.
Blaine had, probably against his better judgment, decided to trust his friends, and got ready for the date. He put on the outfit he had bought at the mall which consisted of some nice black pants, a dark purple shirt and a skinny black tie, finished off with some nice black shoes. He had styled his hair nicely; only using a small amount of gel, remembering the way Kurt had explained how to have it still looking nice but not overly gelled during one of their many conversations over coffee throughout the week.
After deeming himself suitable for a date, he left his house for the restaurant. With being so nervous, he had left the house much earlier than needed, so stopped to get some flowers for Kurt, unsure if he would appreciate them, but thinking it was a nice thought anyway.
He arrived at Breadstix at 6:55pm, and the waitress, who was unashamedly flirting with him, led him to a small, secluded, 2-person table.
Blaine sat and waited, trying not to look at the clock but failing miserably. 7:05, not too late he had thought after the first glance.
He sat longer, getting more nervous at the thought of Kurt not showing up. He started fidgeting with the napkin in front of him, glad it was a fabric one and not paper or it would have been torn to shreds by now.
At 7:30 Blaine decided he had waited long enough. Sighing and trying to ignore the wetness forming in his eyes, he stood and placed the napkin back down before picking up the flowers and making his way to the car to go home.
Locking his car, and trying not to glance at the familiar Navigator parked next door, proving that Kurt was indeed home, he stormed inside and straight to his room where he proceeded to throw himself and the flowers on the bed, where he could no longer ignore the tears that had been wanting to fall since he left the restaurant.
Blaine looked at the flowers that were still laying net to him on the bed and sighed.
I can't believe he stood me up, he thought, I thought he liked me; at least he sure flirted like he did.
Blaine was pulled from his thoughts by his phone ringing. Looking at the I.D. he saw it was Wes. Not really wanting to talk, but knowing that his friend would pester him until he did, he reluctantly answered.
I don't really want to talk Wes," he answered, not bothering to be social and polite by saying hello.
"I am so sorry that he didn't show Blainers," Wes said frantically.
"How do you know? Were you there?" Blaine could feel himself getting angry at the thought of his friends being at the restaurant.
"No, I wasn't there, it was all my fault though. I stuffed up. Big time."
"What did you do Wes?" Blaine asked through gritted teeth.
"I texted him to let him know about the date, but I uh, I-I forgot to tell him who it was, and he didn't text me back so I didn't think anything of it, but Mercedes just text me nutting out 'cause Kurt thought it was some sort of joke, he didn't think it was real, that's why he didn't go. I feel so bad Blaine. I am so, so, so, so sorry!" Wes rushed as fast as he could, sincere apology evident in his voice.
The apologetic tone whoever, went unnoticed by Blaine.
"You WHAT?" Blaine all but yelled at his friend, "Why the hell didn't you text him straight away and tell him who it was? Do you not have any common sense? Of course he would think it was a fucking joke! He is bullied all year at school and then he gets a text from an unknown number, how the hell is he meant to know it's not a set up? What the actual fuck Wes!" He finished, breathing heavily in anger at his friend's stupidness.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think, I'll fix it I promise," Wes replied.
"Yeah you better, I am really not happy about this Wes. I'm sorry for yelling like that, but honestly, I thought you were smarter than that? Why didn't you think about it?" Blaine answered.
"I was just excited about getting you guys to go on a date, I didn't think," Wes said quietly.
"Well, I will admit, I was extremely upset when he didn't show up, I really thought he didn't want to be there, but now, now I'm just annoyed that he didn't think it would be safe for him to go because my stupid friends don't think their actions through sometimes. You really need to fix this Wes," Blaine sighed, having calmed down a little bit.
"I will, I promise, I will do it now. Bye Blaine," Wes replied.
"Bye Wes," Blaine said before hanging up and flopping back onto his bed, running his hands over his face with a groan.
My friends can be total idiots sometimes, he thought.
Kurt had gone about his morning routine, albeit, a shortened version since he had showered the previous night, and was now sitting at the kitchen table thinking about his could have been date when his phone chimed for a new message.
From Unknown: Hey Kurt it's Wes, Blaine's friend. I guess I should have told you that when I text on Thursday. Sorry about that by the way, I wasn't thinking.
To Wes: Thank you for your apology. I feel bad for standing Blaine up now that I know what happened. How did you get my number anyway?
From Wes: Don't! I explained that it was my fault. I take all the blame. Text him! Oh and I kind of stole it from his phone...
Kurt thought about it. At first he wasn't sure he wanted to in case Blaine was mad at him for not showing, but then he thought that unless he talked to him he would never actually know. Sucking up his fear he sent a text.
To Blaine: I feel bad about last night :( sorry…
About five minutes late a reply came through.
From Blaine: Don't feel bad. I completely blame Wes and his lack of social skills. I'm sorry for my useless friend :)
To Blaine: Looks like we are both sorry. Agree to disagree? :)
From Blaine: Deal :) Coffee?
To Blaine: Sure, meet you at your door in an hour, go together?
From Blaine: Sounds good, see you then.
Both boys finished getting ready to go out for coffee, both hoping their friendship, or whatever type of relationship there was between them, wouldn't be affected by the messed up date, or by their meddling friends.
A/N: Wes you idiot! Don't you know that if you text someone that you are meant to tell them who it is.
I really like the idea of the Warbler and ND attempts failing, but I honestly can't think of any other things that they can do when the boys are just being drawn to each other. If you have some ideas feel free to let me know, I will take them all into consideration.