Sooooo 5,000 words didn't happen, but 2,000 did. And that's an improvement to 800. The next one will be longer, too, I promise! Well, once I figure out what's gonna happen.
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I don't own Glee. boo.
Oh, and I think you'll like this chappie. I did.
"When you get to chair pose, make sure your toes are together, knees bent, shoulders relaxed and arms straight in the air." Kurt instructed Blaine. The boy struggled, jutting his rear end out in an attempt to balance himself. "No, no, no. That's called "Cheerleader Butt" and you, sir, are not a cheerleader." He walked over and pressed on the other boy's lower back until he was closer to the correct position. Kurt tilted his head and looked Blaine up and down, scanning his body. "Close enough. Go ahead and grab some water."
"Yes!" Blaine shouted, relieved to be temporarily finished with his torture. "Why do we have to learn yoga again? If someone comes at me with a knife or gun, knowing tree pose is not going to help me." He complained. Kurt lifted an eyebrow, silently judging the sweaty, winded teen.
"Because, Blaine, Dr. Gray is trying to teach people like you patience, people like Antony control and most other students how not to be an idiot."
"What is she trying to teach you?" He questioned.
"Nothing. I'm perfect." Kurt answered sincerely. Blaine chuckled merrily, but stopped once he realized his friend had not actually been kidding.
"Oh. Okay then." He stated awkwardly. He looked out the windows of the gym and saw that the sky was starting to get darker. "We'd better get going." He rolled up his yoga mat, thankful for a reason not to use it again.
On the way back to their dorms the lights in the building flashed to remind anyone outside of their rooms that curfew was in five minutes. At 7pm all lights in the building, save personal lamps, shut off in order to offer the students a maximum amount of sleep before classes started again at 4am.
"Oh Blaine!" Kurt yelped nervously when the lights fluttered once again, signaling 2 ½ minutes before curfew. "We're not anywhere near the dorms yet." His forehead creased in worry and his mouth shaped into a frown.
"It's okay." Blaine nonchalantly waved off the taller boy's worry. "When the lights go off no one will be able to see us."
"But what about the security guards patrolling the hallways?" He questioned frantically.
"They don't actually start until 9:30pm." Blaine stated. Kurt turned to stare at him curiously.
"How do you know?"
"I've had practice sneaking about this place." Blaine grinned mischievously.
"Doing what?" The grin morphed into something more sheepish and apologetic.
"Seeing Antony." The lights went out, leaving them in total darkness, multiple corridors away from the dorms. The two boys found the walls and continued to walk in silence. Kurt broke the silence fairly quickly.
"How long did you and Antony date?" Blaine laughed.
"We didn't."
"But you were, umm… you know, on my first day here…" Kurt fumbled and blushed through the sentence and he was thankful the darkness hid his face.
"Well, besides being friends, that was the extent of our relationship." Blaine thumped the wall with his hand.
"Did you want more?" Kurt asked, trying not to trip over his feet. "Feelings? Commitment?"
"Of course I did!" Blaine growled frustrated. "But," he began again softer, "from the moment you walked in, you have been all I can think about. It's you."
Kurt heard footsteps crossing the hall and felt a hand on his lips. "Sorry," Blaine breathed softly. "I was trying to find the side of your face." A hand brushed over Kurt's crotch, sending tingles and heat coursing through his body.
"Were you trying to find that?" Kurt joked breathlessly before that hand was removed and tangled with his own. Hot breath mingled together, their closeness radiated, though neither could see the other.
"Maybe." Blaine's voice was low and more seductive. "I know what I'm about to do, though." Kurt could practically feel Blaine's lips on his when voices were heard from down the hall.
"Damnit."
"Darnit."
"…really?"
"SHHHHHH!"
Blaine grabbed Kurt by the wrist and dragged him down the hallway. They turned the corner and stopped in order to listen to what the voices were saying.
"Are the defense classes progressing satisfactorily?" A familiar voice asked.
"I'm teaching them yoga currently so they can learn patience, control, balance-" There was a loud smacking sound that reverberated around the hallway.
"I didn't ask you to prance about talking about 'Namaste' and all that shit. I told you to teach them how to fight, Dr. Gray." Kurt gasped, offended that yet another person did not see the benefits of yoga.
"Yes, Professor Krackurna." The teacher submitted.
"Oh," the headmistress added quickly, "make sure to let Raina and Rhiannon know I want to see them." Footsteps echoed as the two adults walked away.
"What the f-"
"Duck?" Kurt corrected.
Kurt woke up the next day feeling odd. He was concerned about his defense class, Blaine's purposefully (?) grope-y hands and the R girl's involvement in everything.
He went down to breakfast, where he found his table unusually silent. He sat down quickly next to Blaine and gave him a questioning look. Blaine shrugged. The overall atmosphere of the table was awkward and quite uncomfortable. Kurt couldn't take it a moment longer.
"C'mon guys! Cheer up!" Almost immediately every friend Kurt had ever made began conversing with the person beside them exuberantly.
"Hey, Kurt!" Wes grabbed the boy's attention from the other side of Blaine. He turned to his right to see him. "Blainers here didn't get back to our room until after curfew. Were you canoodling somewhere?" He made kissy faces and fist-bumped David. Kurt dropped the apple he was eating and blushed furiously while Blaine simply chuckled.
What is going on with these people? Kurt thought. They're acting so strange around me now-a-days.
"Wait," Kurt said out loud, "Why aren't you," he pointed to Wes, "and David roommates?"
"David's roommate is Duff." Blaine explained.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Roommates are assigned; it's a coincidence I ended up in a room with my good friend Wessy-poo." Blaine and Wes smiled cheesily at each other and wipes fake tears from their eyes. How endearing…
"Blaineyyyy! You love me!" He sang happily.
"I do!" Blaine yelled back. "I really really really do!"
"And to answer your question, Wes: no. We were not, in fact, canoodling." Kurt said, slightly grumpily.
"When did I ask you that?" The pale boy face palmed.
"Aren't you supposed to be smart?"
"Why, because he's Asian?" Blaine asked skeptically.
"That's racism!" Wes exclaimed and Blaine nodded his head enthusiastically.
"We don't take kindly to racists here!" David yelled heatedly.
"I'm not racist. I hate everyone equally." Kurt stated calmly. He looked to the three boys who tried to come up with an intelligent response.
"Well," David began, "take your Communist ways out of here and somewhere they will be appreciated." Kurt raised his eyebrow.
"Russia used to be Communist." Neither Wes nor David had a comment for that. He went back to eating his apple.
That night Blaine and Kurt sat in Blaine's dorm room. Antony had some random kid over and needed privacy to do stuff, so they took refuge there. Wes was out causing trouble with David, as usual. They were perfectly alone, which never happened.
"So, are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?" Kurt asked cautiously and irritated. Blaine looked at him and then towards the ceiling thoughtfully.
"I wonder how that expression came about. Was there some random elephant in a room and people just ignored it? Or what?"
"Don't try to change the subject."
"I wasn't!" Blaine began to defend himself. "I was staying completely on topic. You brought up elephants, and I continued on with them." He stood up from Antony's bed and moved to sit next to Kurt.
"Anyway, are we going to talk about it or what?" Kurt tried to get the conversation back on track.
"The elephants? Well, they're wrinkly, remember well and… other stuff. They're in the Jungle Book, which is awesome, and they have a song and all that jazz. Oh! That's a good song. Do you like that song? I do!"
"Blaine, stop." Kurt looked the curly haired boy in the eye. "We almost-"
"Kissed?" Blaine whispered, mere inches from Kurt's face. The taller boy gulped and nodded. "Did you want to?" Kurt nodded again and their faces moved closer.
"Duh." Blaine exhaled the word. Just as their lips were about to meet, Antony burst into the room.
"Guys! We have a problem!"
"…shit."
"Wait, how did you get in my dorm room!"
"I hope Antony brings Kurt and Blaine soon." David said worriedly. He paced back and forth.
"Dude! Calm down." Wes put his hand on the other boy's shoulders and shoved him onto the bed.
"I can't! I just heard that two of my classmates are trying to kill my second best friend's boyfriend!" The sentence came out rushed and there was a crescendo until the end.
"I know, but…" Wes stopped. How is a person supposed to respond to that? There's no way to do that. He sat next to his best friend and patted his arm.
"How are you so calm?"
"I'm Asian," he answered simply, as though that explained everything. "Just kidding."
"Wait, you're not Asian?" David looked horrified. Wes shook his head and stood up to distance them. There was a knock at the door.
"That must be them!" David yelled excitedly and ran to grab the door.
"Hello, boys." Raina smiled sweetly as she pushed the door farther open. Wes and David shared a worried look.
"Umm… w-we weren't expecting y-you." David stuttered nervously.
"Of course you didn't." She laughed. "So boys, I'm going to be frank." She stepped into the room and shut and locked the door. "What did you overhear when you were spying on my sister, Professor Krackurna and me?" Her previously sickly sweet tone was gone and she looked completely threatening.
"We didn't spy on you." Wes lied calmly. David wiped the sweat off his forehead and coughed.
"Liar!" Raina shouted. The room began to shake and a picture of Blaine, Wes and David slid off the table. Another knock sounded at the door. The three people in the room looked between each other. Wes slowly walked the length of the room and opened the door without talking his eye off the enraged female.
"Wes!" Kurt and Blaine yelled simultaneously.
"What's the emergency?"
"Why'd I have to go get them?" Antony asked.
"Why's Raina here?"
"Why'd he have to break into my room?"
"Why'd he have to bring that up now?" The room went silent. Raina smiled and walked towards the door.
"I was simply saying hello to my favorite two trouble makers." After giving a pointedly threatening look to Wes and David, she slipped out the door. The two boys shared a silent look and a secret message passed between them: lie.
"We just got reeaaallllly lonely." Wes pouted.
"Yeah, we're super super needy people." David added. Kurt, Blaine and Antony shared a suspicious glance.
"Your emergency was loneliness?" Kurt questioned skeptically. The two boys in question nodded vigorously.
"We sowwy!" David baby talked.
"Yeah, weawy sowwy!" Wes did also.
"You guys are retarded." Antony muttered, rubbing his temples.
"Kurt, can you hold on a second?" Blaine requested as Kurt was about to follow Antony into their dorm. The boy turned and looked at the teen who beckoned to him.
"Yes?" Blaine grabbed his hand and brought them close into an embrace. Kurt blushed faintly and giggled.
"I wanted to say goodnight," he whispered huskily into the boy's ear. He slowly brushed his lips across Kurt's cheek once. And then again. And one more time until he reached the boy's lips. He placed a gentle kiss onto the beautiful boy's lips.
"Goodnight to you too, Blaine." The two boys smiled as they reluctantly broke away from each other. Kurt opened the door to his room and Blaine began to walk down the hall to his room.
"Oh, and by the way, Blaine," Kurt began softly. Blaine turned around quickly and eagerly to hear what the wonderful teen had to say. "It's not that difficult to break into a dorm room."
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