The long awaited Original Song is finally here! SO excited to write this! Okay, I hope I do it well. Enjoy the story! :)
Kurt
I was sitting in Warbler practice, uncomfortably sitting at the desk, trying to focus on my homework. The silence felt strange and made me very jittery. Suddenly the big double doors flew open and Blaine stepped inside.
Music began to play as Blaine began to sing the song they had been rehearsing without any introduction.
Oh yeah
Blaine threw an armful of papers into the air. They floated down and landed, covering every service with white.
I rolled my eyes, pushing the papers off my arm. Ever since Blaine unknowingly made my self confidence drop lower then it ever had, I didn't feel like sitting of to the side while Blaine performed another solo.
Oh yeah
So scared of breaking it
That you won't let it bend
And I wrote two hundred letters
I will never send
Blaine grabbed my arm and pulled me from my seat. I snatched my book bag up before being pulled into the hallway.
Sometimes these cuts are so much
Deeper then they seem
You'd rather cover up
I'd rather let them be
I danced along, smiling as Blaine sang next to me. As soon as he turned away, I danced more halfheartedly. Eventually I slumped down on a bench.
So let me be
And I'll set you free
I am in misery
There ain't nobody
Who can comfort me
Oh yeah
Blaine sat down next to me and leaned his head on my shoulder, giving me a playful look. I smiled and sang along, unable to keep the depressed look on my face when Blaine acted this cute.
Why won't you answer me?
Your silence is slowly killing me
Oh yeah
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
Now I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna get you back
You say your faith is shaken
And you may be mistaken
I got up and started to force myself to dance. I floated through the crowd trying to get into the music. I sang only half the time and eventually gave up.
You keep me wide awake and
Waiting for the sun
I'm desperate and confused
So far away from you
I'm getting there
Don't care where I have to go
Why do you do what you do to me, yeah
I looked around and saw how everyone was enthusiastically dancing and singing. I admired their energy but couldn't bring myself to mimic it.
Why won't you answer me, answer me yeah
I am in misery
There ain't nobody
Who can comfort me
Oh yeah
Girl you really got me bad
You really got me bad
Now I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna get you back
I was relived when the song ended. I faked my excitement and clapped along with the group.
"Hey Regionals," Blaine yelled with a grin, "You just met our opening number."
I rushed to collect my things and get out before Blaine talked to me.
"How did you manage to find a Burbury-esque canary cage cover?" Blaine cheerfully asked.
"Canaries don't like cold weather," I told him.
I picked up Pavarotti's cage and looked in.
"Especially Pavarotti." I smiled, happily talking more to the bird then to Blaine.
"So what'd you think of the song?" Blaine asked, still excited from the number.
"Can I be really honest with you?" I asked, holding my hand to my heart , "Because it comes from a place of caring."
Blaine nodded, still expecting a positive response.
"Been there done that." I shrugged, hoping I didn't sound too snobby.
Blaine's excitement faded and I tried to explain my reasoning so he wouldn't think I was insulting him personally.
"Look, you're amazing, Blaine. Your solos are breathtaking... they're also numerous." I sighed.
I walked the other direction down the hall and Blaine instantly fallowed me.
"Kurt, the council decides who gets the solos," Blaine still sounded insulted.
"Do I detect a little jealousy?" Blaine asked.
"Oh, you detect a lot of jealousy," I admitted.
I turned to face Blaine. I was calm and not attacking him with the anger I could feel building up inside. This wasn't Blaine's fault, I knew this. Still, I felt like I needed to yell at someone and he was there.
"Look, Blaine,sometimes I don't feel like we're the Warblers. I feel like we're Blaine and the Pips." I said, keeping my cool.
Blaine's face fell and I quickly walked away. I felt bad for saying that. I could have worded it better. But when I turned around to shoot a sad smile at Blaine, he smiled back.
Blaine
"Warblers, Warblers! I am merely suggesting that instead of wearing blue ties with red piping, we wear jackets with red ties and blue piping for the competition," I argued as everyone yelled.
"This is a kangaroo court!" Someone shouted. Everyone seemed to agree and I was about to back down when the double doors softly swung open.
Kurt stepped in, dressed all in black, head hung. Kurt looked as if he had been crying and he clasped his hands together in front of him. His body language was very off.
"Kurt, what's wrong?" I asked, concerned.
"It's Pavarotti. Pavarotti is dead, I suspect a stroke." Kurt's voice was shaky and full of emotion.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." I wanted to reach out and hug him, whisper in his ear that I was here for him.
"I know it's really stupid to be upset about a bird, but he inspired me with his optimism. And his love of song. He was my friend." Kurt sighed, letting his emotions pour out.
I felt pain boiling in my heart for Kurt.
"Now, I know today we need to practice doo-wopping behind Blaine while he sings every solo in the medley of Pink songs, but I'd like to sing a song for Pavarotti today." Kurt held out a cassette tape for someone to play.
I knew Kurt's lashing out was only because of his sadness and I looked past the comment without any hurt feelings.
A hand took the tape and slipped it into the player. Blackbird by The Beatles filled the room.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
The song was perfect and beautiful. Kurt stood sadly, singing with a voice full of pain and hurt. I watched from the couch as Kurt sang.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night
As I watched Kurt, I began to feel a twisting feeling in my chest. It wasn't sad or hurt, it was something I only felt around Kurt. My heart beat jumped a few beats and then seemed to stop all together for a while.
Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
I realized all the feelings I felt for Kurt ever since I met him, made my heart suddenly feel very heavy and tight. My breathing was off and I had the feeling that everyone could read my mind. I looked around quickly but everyone was staring at Kurt. My sights set back on the boy I loved.
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Kurt sang softly, ending the song. The whole world stopped for a minute. All I could see was Kurt and I knew. I knew I had to tell him how I felt. I knew I had to let him know. I was in love with him. I absolutely knew for sure.
"Thank you," Kurt choked, tears in his eyes.
"Thank you Kurt for the lovely song. We will meet again tomorrow." Wes said kindly, only tapping his gavel on the wood this time.
I stood and hurried over to Kurt.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"I'm fine I guess. Don't worry, I'll get over it." Kurt faked a smile.
"Do you want to talk?" I asked, wanting to spend sometime with Kurt.
"I can't I have to go work on something in the study hall. I'll talk to you later." Kurt's voice wasn't musical or flowing like it useally was. It was low and wobbly.
I nodded and Kurt began walking away.
"Hey." Kurt stopped turning to face me.
I looked at him, wondering what he had to say.
"I'm sorry." He said, barely above a whisper.
"I'm sorry too." I again felt the urge to hug him.
He smiled, this time for real, and left.
Kurt
"You know, I think Blaine's version of the song is actually better than the original,"
"But it's not in his natural key, so–"
"How dare you?"
The next Warbler meeting seemed to, yet again, be all about Blaine. I sat back, legs crossed. I felt as if I was getting a migraine. Pavarotti's death was already stressing me out, now I had to listen to The Warblers argue about Blaine's amazing talent.
"Enough! I'm tired of this!" Blaine shouted, jumping from his seat. I was pleasantly surprised and intrigued to see how this would pan out.
"I agree. I think we should just let you pick the song that you want to sing." Thad agreed, missing Blaine's point.
"No. I'm tired of The Warblers being all about me." Blaine corrected Thad.
I sat up straighter, my headache disappearing.
"David, please make sure everything I'm about to say goes down in the official minutes," Blaine captured everyone's attention quickly, "We are going to lose at Regionals."
Everyone yelled in disagreement and anger, shocked at Blaine's statement.
""I am incredibly grateful for the belief you've all given me as a junior member to lead you all in these wonderful songs this year," Blaine quieted the room for a few seconds, "But, from what Kurt has told me about New Directions, I just know I can't beat them on my own."
Everyone looked at each other confused and worried.
"Which is why," Blaine continued, "I propose that we rearrange our eleven o'clock number... and turn it into a duet. To showcase other talent in this group!" he tried to explain as everyone began shouting again.
"Why don't we just play it on kazoos?" David snorted.
"Point of order! Point of order!" Blaine cried out.
Despite the anger I felt toward him sometimes, he really had a stage presence no one else could recreate.
"Now, we all lost one of our own this week. Pavarotti's voice was silenced by death and I don't want to silence anyone else's voices in this group. I think Pavarotti would roll over in his tiny, tiny little grave." Blaine said softly.
"The placement of which has yet to be determined." I added.
"Alright, a vote," Wes said. "Who's in favor of Warbler Blaine's proposal for a dual lead at Regionals?"
I wasn't surprised when everyone raised their hands in agreement. Blaine's small speech was hard for anyone to argue with.
"Oh, put my name on that audition list." I leaned forward and winked at Wes.
"No. No auditions." Blaine spoke quickly and demanding.
Blaine looked down at me and said, "I want to sing the duet with Kurt."
I was surprised and even a little shocked. Why would Blaine pick me, especially after the things I said to him. Even though we apologized, I knew my words still hurt.
"That's ridiculous. I mean, they're so many great voices. I mean, everyone deserves a shot at that honor." I was embarrassed by the attention I was getting.
"All in favor of Kurt being my duet partner at Regionals?" Blaine sounded like he already knew the answer.
All hands flew into the air and I began feeling flustered. Happy, but flustered still.
"Decided." Wes smacked his gavel down quickly.
"Congratulations Kurt." Thad grinned.
I felt a rush of hands patting me on the back and few arms wrapping around me in a quick hug.
I looked over at Blaine who was smiling, looking proud of himself. I definitely needed to thank him.
Blaine
I entered the study hall and saw Kurt leaning over the table. He had a glue gun in hand and was attaching some gems onto a box. I quickly looked at myself in the mirror to make sure I looked presentable.
"What's that?" I asked.
"I'm decorating Pavarotti's casket," Kurt looked up at me. I saw the small grey box decorated with shiny, colorful gems.
"Well, finish up. I have the perfect song for our number and we should practice." I could feel the butterfly's flapping around in my stomach.
"Do tell." Kurt seemed interested. This was perfect, I had captured his attention.
"Candlesby Hey Monday." I hoped for his approval.
"I'm 're usually so Top 40." He said. I was glad the musical tone was back in his voice.
"Well, I just wanted something a little more... emotional." I sighed, sitting beside Kurt.
There was a few seconds of awkward silence before Kurt spoke.
"Why did you pick me to sing that song with?" Kurt asked.
I took a deep breath, here we go.
Kurt
"Kurt, there is a moment when you say to yourself 'oh, there you are. I've been looking for you forever." Blaine said slowly.
I felt my entire body clench. Was this really happening?
Blaine reached foward and took my hand. I was shaky but tried to hide it behind my look of intrigue.
"Watching you do Blackbird this week, That was a moment for me. About you." Blaine continued.
My head was pounding, all the blood in my body rushed to it. I fluttered my eyelashes and Blaine took that as a go ahead to keep speaking.
"You move me, Kurt. And this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you," Blaine said, finally answering Kurt's question.
I felt like everything inside me was exploding. I wanted to cry but at the same time I wanted to jump up and down squealing.
Blaine looked down at my lips and I stopped biting my bottom one, hoping that showed him he could kiss me if he wanted to.
Suddenly he rushed forward, lips pressing against mine. It wasn't messy and drunken like Blaine's kiss with Rachel. It was deep and slow. Out lips were both soft and wet and when they touched, I felt a sensation in my heart I never felt before. We both breathed in deeply. I moved my hand up to cup Blaine's face. I shuddered softly when we released. Blaine looked flustered and I felt the air catch it my throat.
"We should... we should practice." Blaine chuckled and rubbed his face.
"I thought we were." I smiled, breathing out.
Blaine jumped from his chair, kissing me harder this time. I grabbed his blazer pulling him closer. We stood and Blaine tripped on a chair sending us slamming against the wall. Blaine stopped kissing me for a second to make sure I wasn't hurt.
"I'm fine." I whispered before kissing him.
I helped Blaine take off his blazer and he threw it somewhere across the room. Blaine kissed my neck softly and I ran my hands down his arms. Suddenly I pulled back.
Both of us were out of breath. And we stood their awkwardly, shoulders heaving up and down.
"Can we sit?" Blaine asked, motioning to the couch.
I nodded and he took my hand as we sat.
"Blaine can I ask you something?" I asked slowly, my breathing back on pace.
"Of course. Anything." Blaine squeezed my hand.
"Does this mean we're, umm...boyfriends?" I asked nervously.
"It would be an honer to be your boyfriend. That is, if you want me to be." Blaine said.
"Yes. I really do." I nodded quickly.
Blaine leaned in and kissed my softly.
"Want to grab some coffee, boyfriend?" Blaine asked, playfully.
"Sure, boyfriend." I smiled.
We linked arms and practically skipped from the room.
Blaine
There I was, standing backstage with my boyfriend, preparing to perform for Regionals.
"Has anyone ever literally died onstage?" Kurt asked, face paler then usual.
"Are you nervous?" I asked, surprised. He was the last person I would expect to get nervous.
"Please don't judge me. This is the first time I've had a solo in front of a competition audience. I have this nightmare that I'm going to forget the lyrics or I'm going to sing and nothing is going to come out." Kurt squeezed his hands, rubbing his palms and pulling on his fingers. He didn't even seem to realize he was doing this. He sounded a little hysterical.
I smiled at him. He was really cute when he was nervous.
"Okay, you can judge me." Kurt turned to look at me. A little less paranoid this time.
"I think it's adorable. I think you're adorable. And the only people that are going to be dying tonight, are the people in that audience because you and I are gonna kill this thing." I came up behind Kurt and squeezed his shoulders.
I leaned in and kissed Kurt on the cheek for good luck. I could feel his smiled spreading when I kissed him.
"Come on, let's go." I whispered into his ear.
"And now, from Westerville, Ohio... the Dalton Academy Warblers!" I heard the announcer call out.
We filed out onto the stage, took our positions and awaited the music.
The power lines went out
And I am all alone
But I don't really care at all
Not answering my phone
Kurt sang his part perfectly. I could barely see the audience considering the lights blaring into my face but, they all seemed captivated by Kurt's voice. I stepped forward to sing my solo.
All the games you played
The promises you made
Couldn't finish what you started
Only darkness still remains
Kurt looked at me lovingly. I stared back, deep into his eyes. We both sang out loudly.
Lost sight, couldn't see
When it was you and me
Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
We forced our selves to break the stare and look out into the audience. I saw Kurt search for his friends and grin even bigger when he found them. I turned back to Kurt, ready to serenade him with the chorus.
I'm beginning to see the light
Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
But I think I'll be alright
One day
You will wake up
With nothing but 'you're sorry's
And someday
You will get back
Everything you gave me
We held the last note, his high voice sounding wonderful with my lower one. I walked a few steps closer to Kurt. I wanted to hold his hand but then I remembered I was on stage and I resisted the urge.
Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
I'm beginning to see the light
Blow the candles out
Looks like a solo tonight
But I think I'll be alright
The crowd erupted into cheers. The applause was deafening but appreciated. We both bowed. I pulled Kurt into the spotlight and he curtsied a few times.
After performing, Raise your Glass, we ran off stage so we could embrace into a deep hug.
"We got this in the bag." I said as we hugged.
"You were so great." Kurt smiled.
The next few minutes reduced to us arguing about who was better.
"Will the top three groups please come to stage?" The booming voice announced.
Blaine took my hand and we ran to the rest of The Warblers.
Kurt
"Farewell sweet prince." I whispered, dropping a rose onto Pavarotti's grave.
"I'm so sorry, Kurt. I know this is really upsetting for you. Reminds you of your mom's funeral, doesn't it?" Blaine said, moving closer to me so our shoulders touched.
"The casket was bigger, but yes." My voice was getting shaky and I was terrified I might cry.
"It's not just that, though. Honestly, I'm upset that we lost at Regionals." I sighed, the tears fading away.
"The competition season's over, but we'll still get to perform. We do nursing home shows all the time. And do you know how many GAPs there are in Ohio? Tons." Blaine comforted.
I felt an urge to roll my eye's at the word GAP. Ever since the GAP attack I couldn't help but hate the place.
"Yeah, I just really, really wanted to win." I admitted.
"You did win, So did I. We got each other out of all this. That beats a lousy trophy, don't you think?" Blaine raised an eyebrow, smiling lovingly.
He held out his hand and I took it, smiling back. I felt so lucky to call him mine.
We walked back to Blaine's car, hand in hand.
Finally! Now chapters can be so much fluffier! Klaine cuteness! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Next chapter, Night of Neglect. Thanks for reading. Make sure you fallow and favorite this story to never miss a chapter!
