AN- I just want you to know that I love all of you that like my story (even those who haven't reviewed- though I wish you would -.-) This is kind of a filler chapter, though I think I finally know where this story is going, and I'm planning some big stuff and plot twists. Crap, probably shouldn't tell you that, but I'm too lazy to hit the backspace key. Enjoy.
My eyes opened to be greeted by the very welcome sight of Blaine sitting cross-legged on the floor, leaning on the wall and watching me. I smiled and sat up, his eyes following me as I got up and stretched. "What time is it?" I questioned, stifling a yawn. "Um- about 7:00?" he replied, rising from the floor and walking over to me to pull me into an embrace. He wore a shocked and slightly hurt expression as I pulled away swiftly. "Oh, it's not you. Dalton's alarms go off at 7. I need to get back…" I explained and half-expected Nick and Jeff to burst out of the hallway and start singing.
"Oh. Alright." Blaine said, looking down. I quirked an eyebrow at him. "Hm, so I'm guessing that you want me to stay? And miss my third day as a Hunter? You're working up quite the rebel in me, Anderson." He chuckled and walked towards the door. "It's not so much that I want you to stay- and I do- but more that the fact that you'll be learning to shove a stake through my heart that gets to me…" My eyes softened. "No matter what, I would never ever hurt you. Ever." "Well, I'd say the same, but it's a little late for that." he joked, gesturing to my neck. I smiled and followed him out the door and down the hellish stairs.
When we got outside, Blaine literally glared at the beautiful sunshine that was warming the normally chilly October air. Then I remembered that he had a good reason to. "I can walk by myself to school." I offered. He just scoffed and started strolling down the street. "This might take a while, you know. It's two hours from my house, which would make it about an hour and a half from yours…" I continued. Not that I didn't want him to walk with me, it was just he looked about ready to pass out. Or rip the sun's throat out, if it had one. He just grabbed my hand (cue inner squeal) and pulled me faster.
When we finally got to Dalton (sticking to the outer gate so Blaine wouldn't be seen) everything but my hand, still tightly clenched in Blaine's warm one, was freezing. Blaine looked really tired, like the sunlight was literally draining energy from him. Which it probably was. "Okay- so, when will I see you again?" I said quietly, turning towards him as to not disturb a couple of boys battling it out in the front lawn across from the bushes we were currently behind.
He sighed. "I don't know. I'm not sure you're friends like me… and since you live with them and can't leave campus…" I rolled my eyes. "Sure they like you. I mean, David trusts you. The others will warm up to you. Eventually. They're going to have to because I'm not giving you up." "I don't want to pull you away from your social life, Kurt. I won't." I was about to protest and I put on my best puppy-dog face, but he cut me off with a quick kiss. "Just- I'll drop by later tonight, okay?" I smirked. Whipped.
{D&D}
We were all gathered in Nick and Jeff's room, playing a game of Twister. Dylan (who seemed to avoid all kinds of strenuous activities) was calling while the owners of the room, David, and I participated. Wes was watching on the sidelines, throwing out insults, lies, and basically whatever he could think of to get one of us to give up. We had been at it for over and hour now and it was getting dangerously close to curfew. Jeff's strength was fading, so he had been Wes's target for the past ten minutes as the Hunter's face grew steadily redder and redder not only from exhaustion, but from the facts spewing out of Wes's mouth. "Remember that time when I kissed Nick on a dare two years ago and you almost cried? Or that time when we made you skinny-dip in the lake at summer camp and we stole your clothes?"
Dylan and David snickered at every memory, and I laughed along, not having been there but understanding the hilarity all the same. Then he suddenly switched to me. "Kurt, your boyfriend's here!" Wes shouted. "Nice… try… Wes… I'm… not… losing." I forced out, moving my right hand almost impossibly to red so that I was twisted up with Nick. "No Kurt, he's serious. Blaine's trying not to laugh as we speak. Left foot blue." Dylan added, glancing behind the tangle that was Nick, Jeff, David, and I at something we couldn't see. I just rolled my eyes and completed the move.
"Well this is not what I was expecting to see. I suppose Twister does promote one's flexibility." Blaine said. My head fell backwards so that I could see him (albeit upside-down…) standing by the open window. "Blaine!" I said and carefully removed myself from under Nick's awkward position as to not push him over. I rolled away from the mat and quickly rose to my feet. "Keep playing." I said to the others and they gladly obliged. I turned to face Blaine who was grinning broadly. "What?" I questioned, trying to straighten my hair. "Nick had you in quite the compromising position…. it led me to have very un-dapper thoughts." I blushed as I recalled how Nick was twisted not only with me… but above me.
"Blaine- you can't just… say stuff!" I whispered as everyone laughed out loud. "Sorry. I'm just very impulsive sometimes." he whispered back, still smiling. I just sighed and turned back to my friends to watch the game. Blaine watched too, and even helped Wes a little. He didn't insult though- he encouraged. Which made me proud because he was really trying to be nice to my friends. I just wished they would accept him with open arms. I pondered this as Jeff finally fell over at a very private comment that I was afraid to even think about. That left Nick and David, who both showed no sign of tiring even after over two hours of awkward positions. "When did you guys start the game?" Blaine asked me and I replied- "Around 7. I was in it for an hour before you got here."
When Nick caved after three hours of the game, David was embraced by everyone except for Blaine, who I noticed just stood awkwardly to the side. "Blaine? Can you go to my room? I'll be there in a second." I said and he nodded without questioning me. After he was gone, I faced my friends. "Why don't you like Blaine?" I asked blatantly. They began stammering at once saying things like "But we do like him!" and "What are you talking about?" but I cut them of by raising my hand. "I see the way you look at him. Like he's an outsider. And I completely understand, but can you at least try to get along? I don't want to have to choose between you." I said forcefully. They nodded, eyes wide and promising. I smiled and the tension melted. "Well, you know where to find us." I said as I went to my room to hopefully get some alone time with Blaine.
{D&D}
A week later, after everything had calmed a little from the D.A.W. Fall Party (which was a blast with Dylan- Wes went with David after Isabel cancelled on him the night before) we were prepping for movie night Friday. It was held on Sunday last week because of the party on Friday and the hangovers on Saturday thanks to Mr. Green and his "don't make any messes that you can't clean up yourselves and I don't give a damn what you do" rule. As far as teachers go, he was the best I'd ever had, considering that every Monday was "Give Green Green Day and He'll Do Whatever You Want". That day I saw him do the chicken dance during morning announcements, tie himself up and run through the halls screaming "THE BRITISH ARE COMING!" falling over more than once, and doing the nightly announcements completely naked.
"Romance!" Nick and Jeff said together from their seat with Dylan on his bed, who raised his head from his book and muttered- "God no. Can't we, like, watch a mystery?" I watched from the floor in front of the T.V. while Wes and David argued over the pros and cons of watching a horror film. "We live a horror movie, Wes!" David said, exasperated. "Maybe we could learn something from them, like a new formation or attack!" the Asian fired back. "We watched a horror last time!" David nearly screeched. I sighed and wondered where Blaine was. This was the opportune time for friend-boyfriend bonding.
Sunday they got along so well it almost brought me to tears. By the end of Jennifer's Body (which had Blaine laughing so hard the others couldn't help but join in- they picked the movie specifically for him) they were tossing popcorn kernels at each other and just generally being boys. A tap on the widow signified his arrival. I leapt off the floor and ran to the window where Blaine was waiting patiently. "Finally. The boys won't stop freaking arguing over what to watch for 5 seconds…" I explained as we returned to my spot on the floor, though it was made slightly more comfortable by the fact that I had Blaine to lean against.
"What about a musical?" Blaine asked, gaining everyone's attention because he had to raise his voice to be heard and the power in it was easily identifiable. "You like musicals?" David asked, probably the only one unafraid to speak. "Sure. I love music. And Kurt does too so…" I smiled at him and shouted- "Woo! Music!" which caused everyone to laugh and things to return to normal. We ended up watching Hairspray to which almost everyone sang along to (Dylan was too enveloped in his book).
We were all surprised to hear Blaine proudly and perfectly not only sing every song but perform some of the choreography, which I did alongside him. Blaine and I knew the movie and Broadway musical backwards and forwards. After, Blaine tried to leave, but the boys practically begged him to stay. The surprise and joy in his hazel eyes was worth the effort of bringing the two biggest parts of my life together. Now I just had to introduce all six of them to my dad.
Yay! I'm pretty sure I got and A on my huge Lang. Arts assignment, so I decided to finish this whole chapter before dinner. I only had about the first paragraph done before, but now it's finished! Now review please! And if anyone wants to draw my OCs or demon Blaine or Kurt getting chomped on by said demon, that's fine by me. Even if you can't draw. It's the thought that counts. Srsly, I'd be happy with stick figures. Reviews are love, chillens!