Chapter 11 (Part One):
Kurt drove over to Blaine's house, excited and nervous at the same time. He didn't know what Blaine was planning and he tried not to get his hopes up for anything ground breaking. Blaine had certainly made it seem as though they were going to be doing something more than romantic, but Kurt wasn't sure that what Blaine considered sexual was what the rest of the world did. Kurt had already decided he wasn't going to pressure him for anything more, no matter how much he needed it.
He pulled into the driveway and was surprised to find Blaine leaning against the garage waiting for him.
"Hello." Blaine said, coming over to Kurt's car and opening the door for him.
"Hi." Kurt said, getting out of the car.
Blaine smiled and kissed him quickly on the lips. "How was the drive?"
Kurt shrugged. "Boring. I think I saw a dead raccoon on the highway, but it might have been a tire."
"How lovely." Blaine said, leading him over to the front door.
"Yeah. I'm not looking forward to the drive back though, night driving is nerve wracking." He said, waiting for Blaine to open the door. Instead, Blaine turned to him with something almost like a smirk on his face.
"Don't worry about the drive back." He smiled in a way that made Kurt wonder if Blaine knew something he didn't. "So, you might be wondering why we're still standing out here in the cold." Kurt nodded. "I thought it would be best if I prepared you a little."
"For what?" Kurt laughed. "I've seen your house before Blaine."
Blaine smiled. "Just, try and take it in slowly." He opened the door and Kurt gasped. The hallway was filled with small bunches of white roses, and they led into the house. As he stepped in he could see that Blaine had candles set up at various spots along his house, and they provided the only lighting.
"Oh my god..." He said, taking off his jacket. Blaine hung it up a long with his own, and wrapped his arms around him.
"It isn't too much, is it?" He asked nervously. "I have a problem with that. I've either got nothing or I've got way too much I just...I wanted it to be special."
"Blaine it's way too much." Kurt said, staring at the flowers and candles. "But in such a great way."
Saturday afternoon, Finn was finally released from solitary. The second he was released he made a beeline for the girl's dorms, but was stopped by Duncan, sitting in a chair in front of the entrance.
"Hey, Duncan." Finn said, shifting nervously on his feet.
"Hello Finn, enjoy your time in solitary?" Duncan asked.
"Oh totally. It was very...solitary..." He said.
Duncan nodded. "Good. I look forward to discussing your relapse in group tomorrow."
Finn nodded, and continued to stand there awkwardly. "So...what are the odds of you letting me in?"
"None." Duncan said.
"Please, Duncan I need to see Paige." Finn said.
Duncan sighed. "Finn, I can't let you in. There's been a major security crack down since your incident with Lina. They were actually talking about putting guards in front of the dorms, you know."
"Guards?" Finn asked. Weren't the orderlies monitoring them enough.
"They won't do it, they mention getting guards whenever something particularly bad happens but they never do. If they were going to, they would have done it when one patient tried to claw Sheila's face off with a plastic spoon about a year ago. Instead they just have the orderlies tasers..."
"The orderlies have tasers?" Finn asked, thinking that he should probably be nicer to Sheila from now on.
"Yes. But that's besides the point." Duncan said. "Look, if she doesn't start eating soon we're going to move her to the medical unit and feed her intravenously, so you can try to see her when she's being moved." He said.
"What? No, I need to see her now. This is my fault, I did that to her and I need to see her. Please Duncan." Finn begged.
"Finn I can't. I could lose my job." Duncan said. He looked upset and Finn could tell he really did want to help. "I'm sorry."
Finn grumbled and stormed away into the dining room, where George was laying chips out on a plate in rows of 13.
"Tried to see Paige yet?" George asked.
"Duncan wouldn't budge." He mumbled, grabbing a muffin and sitting down next to him.
"I tried getting in before, but he's persistent. It would be an admirable quality if it wasn't such a hindrance." George said.
"Yeah...hindrance...right." Finn said, trying to remember what that word meant. He sighed. Paige would have explained it to him if she was there.
"However, I think I discovered a week spot in the new regime." George continued, beginning to eat his chips. "Gorey."
Finn sat up straight. "Yeah? How?" He asked.
"He's easily distracted and highly emotional, he's left his post to deal with other altercations and disagreements. Only for a few seconds, because Sheila's always around to take over instantly."
"So we can distract him?" Finn asked excitedly. George nodded.
"If we can find a way to preoccupy Sheila, preferably in another room, we could cause a distraction and one of us could slip past him."
"That's great! Wait, one of us? Dibs." Finn said quickly.
George sighed. "I figured as much. We can talk to Tiffany about distracting Sheila, and I'll distract Gorey while you go see Paige. But you better be able to fix her or I will dismember your body into 13 neat pieces, got it?" He said, holding his plastic knife threateningly.
Finn nodded.
When Kurt entered Blaine's house, he had been surprised at the length Blaine had gone through to make everything seem romantic. Then he was surprised all over again by how good Blaine looked. He was wearing tight fitting jeans and a very sexy t-shirt, and his hair was loose and curly.
"Well, hot damn." Kurt muttered, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend. Blaine smiled and kissed him softly before leading him into the house. There were roses everywhere, on every surface and in bunches on the floor. Kurt laughed when they entered the kitchen and he saw the words "Too much?" spelt out in Hersey Kisses on the kitchen table. Hersey hugs formed little hearts around the words.
"You are incredibly insane, you know that right?" Kurt asked, looking at the design.
"So I've been told." Blaine mumbled, sticking his hands in his pocket.
"It's amazing, Blaine." Kurt said, unwrapping a hug and taking a bite of it. He placed the other half in Blaine's mouth, and kissed him.
Blaine smiled shyly. "I just wanted to let you know how much I care about you...do you really like it?"
"Are you kidding? This is the most insanely wonderful thing anyone has ever done for me, ever." Kurt said, looking around at the candles and flowers. In the distance, he could hear soft music playing.
Blaine sighed. "There's that word again, 'insane'. You don't really think I'm insane, do you?"
Kurt pulled Blaine towards him, and placed a small kiss on his lower lip. "Don't worry about it, I must be insane too because instead of being worried, your insanity just has me incredibly exited."
"Clever way of dodging my question." Blaine said, cupping Kurt's chin in his hand and pulling him in for a longer kiss.
"However, you have to promise to still love me when the chocolate makes my skin breakout." Kurt said, moving his mouth off of Blaine's for a moment.
Blaine smiled. "I'll love you no matter what." He said, kissing him again. Kurt leaned back against the table as Blaine deepened the kiss. He gasped in surprise as Blaine lifted him up and put him on the table, spreading his legs apart to get closer to him. Blaine's tongue begsn lightly stroking the inside of his mouth and Kurt could feel a familiar ache growing inside him. Blaine's kiss was strong and intense and he ran his hands along Kurt's body as he kissed him. Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's body, leaning back even more on the table. He heard something fall onto the floor, and he pulled himself out of his daze for a minute.
"We're ruining your design." Kurt whispered, turning his head to look at the scattered kisses and hugs. Blaine moved his mouth along to Kurt's neck, kissing it gently.
"How could this be ruining anything?" He murmured, and Kurt had to agree.
"But what will we eat?" He said absently, barely thinking clearly. It was insane how soft Blaine's mouth was.
Blaine stopped and Kurt moaned. "No, I take back what I said. Don't stop, food is overrated." He insisted, and Blaine laughed.
"There will be plenty of time for this later." He said quietly, pulling Kurt off the table. "You just reminded me that there is actually food."
"Yeah? Where'd that come from?" He asked, keeping his arms wrapped around Blaine's neck.
Blaine bit his lip. "Well, see...I did want to cook for you..." He began. "But...um...let's just say it ended badly."
"What happened?" Kurt asked, kissing his neck lightly.
"I don't actually know." He muttered. "One minute everything looked fine, and the next there was black smoke everywhere and it had exploded inside the oven, which by the way, will never be the same."
Kurt laughed, kissing Blaine lightly on his lips. "You didn't have to do that for me, I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, I was warned many times by many people not to try it. I ignored the warnings and now the oven has had to pay the terrible price for my ignorant and foolhardy ways."
"Shame, it was so young." Kurt said, and Blaine grinned and led him into the dining room.
George paced around Finn's room, careful to avoid any walls or surfaces he might have touched, and went over the plan. "Alright, Tiffany's in the eatery starting up an argument with one of the voices in her head-"
"That doesn't sound healthy, I don't want her to hurt herself." Finn cut in.
George sighed. "Let me rephrase; Tiffany is in the eatery pretending to start up an argument with one of the voices in her head-"
"Good."
"-and that will draw Sheila in. Once she's gone, I'll distract Gorey by throwing a fit about something on TV, and he'll rush over. Then you slip in and go to Paige's dorm. Be careful not to get caught by the checks. You have exactly one hour, and then we're going to make another distraction. If you don't get out then, you're on your own. Clear?"
Finn nodded. "I really appreciate this George." He said.
"Just fix it, ok?" George said. "Alright, time to go. I'm not touching your door knob, so you need to to open it."
Finn sighed. "There's no germs on my door knob George."
"First of all, there are germs everywhere on every surface. But that's not what I'm worried about. I'm worried about touching something that might have at one point been covered in your semen."
"What! That's ridiculous. What could I possibly have been doing that would-"
George raised his hand up. "I don't want to think about it. But I can hear you at night, and I wouldn't put it past those noises to have at some point covered this entire room with your spunk. I am very uncomfortable in here, so just open the door."
Finn sighed and opened the door, following George out of his room. When they walked into the main room, they split apart instantly so they wouldn't appear to be "in cahoots" (George's words).
Behind the doors that led into the dining area, Finn could hear Tiffany growing more and more frantic. Something crashed to the ground and Sheila appeared from out of nowhere and rushed over.
Finn was standing by the books, pretending to look at them, and he looked over at George who was sitting at the TV with Michael, flicking through the channels quickly. George looked over at him too and nodded, before turing back to the TV and flicking through the channels faster and faster. As he changed the channels he grew visibly more panicked looking, before jumping up and slamming the remote on the floor.
"There are 116 channels!" He screamed, pulling at his hair. Corey looked over from his spot in front of the girls dorm, and Finn saw him roll his eyes. "THAT IS NOT A NUMBER DIVISIBLE BY 13!" George continued to shout. "HOW CAN I CHANGE THE CHANNELS 13 AT A TIME IF I RUN OUT OF CHANNELS TO CHANGE!" With a sigh, Corey put down the magazine he was reading and headed over to George, and Finn quickly ran into the hallway.
"We can't just leave the plates on the table like that." Kurt protested, as Blaine led him away from the table. Dinner had been great (italian from someplace Blaine withheld the name of, and candle lit, of course) and Blaine had refused to let him even think about cleaning up.
"Yes, we can, and we are. Cleaning it no way romantic." He insisted, pulling him up the stiars.
"It was romantic when Cinderella did it." Kurt muttered, having already forgotten about the dishes, because Blaine was leading him upstairs to his bedroom.
"I never liked Cinderella...Belle and Ariel, they were my favorites." Blaine said, pausing outside his bedroom door. He took Kurt's hand and pulled him towards him, bringing him close enough to kiss. "Before we go in...I just wanted you to know how beautiful you are. Tonight, and just...always." He said, his face an inch away from Kurt's. Kurt breathed in his cologne, resisting the urge to close the short distance between their mouths. "You've been through so much...and you're still so beautiful, Kurt." He whispered, his voice thick. "Do you know that? How beautiful you are, and how much I love you?"
Kurt looked at Blaine, staring deep into his warm eyes. He'd imagined so many different scenarios, lying on the bathroom floor after the incident with Jake...none of them had involved Blaine forgiving him, or Blaine understanding. No one would have blamed him for leaving, but here he was. Kurt smiled and pressed his lips against Blaine's, keeping their mouths touching as he spoke. "I know you love me, Blaine and I know you think I'm beautiful...that's enough for now." He whispered into the kiss, and Blaine reached behind him and opened the door to his bedroom.
Finn rushed into Paige's room and closed the door behind him. Paige was lying on her bed, her arms and legs spread lifelessly at her sides. He knelt down next to her bed, and brushed her dark hair away so he could see her face.
"Hey, Paige." Finn said. Her eyes were dark and unfocused, and didn't appear to be seeing anything. "Look, I know things are foggy in there right now," He said, running his fingers along her forehead. "But I also know that you can hear me through the fog and I needed to apologize. I fucked up, I know that. You warned me about Lina and I promised I would stay away but I lost control, and I'm so sorry. I made a mistake, a bad one by itself but an unforgivable one when it ended up hurting you." He looked at her, hoping for some sort of response, but she remained still and dead.
"I got your present, and I love it. I promise to use it everyday." He poked her shoulder. "Come on, I know you're just dying to call me a pervert." He sighed. "I remember what you said, that I would sing for you if you made me a present. Well, today's your lucky day. Now, keep in mind I haven't done this for several months, and I wasn't that good to begin with."
He cleared his throat, and began tapping out a quiet beat on her bed side table.
As beautiful as fire against the evening sky
You fuel the lost desire
I no longer wanna die
Take me by the hand
And see beyond the lie
Strip away the fences
Leaving me needing
Leaving me high
I know you're so
Solo but I can't
As he drummed a rhythm on the table with one hand, he placed his other hand on her back, hugging her against her bed. She was cold and empty feeling, and for the first time Finn really realized how fragile Paige was.
Take me away, take me away, take me away
(cause I don't wanna lose control)
Take me away, take me away, take me away
(cause I don't lose it all)
Relieved of all the pain
You let me see again
Delivered from my shame now
And I'm lost for what to say
Cleansed and pure and weak
I suffer when I dream
I need to find a purpose
Need to feel you needing me
I know you're so solo I can't
Pure and weak
I suffer when I dream
Cleansed of me I suffer when I dream
I want you to stay
You take the pain away
Want you to stay
I need you here to keep me sane
"I need you here to keep me sane." He whispered, kissing her on her forehead. A second later he was forced to duck under her bed as Casey came in for checks. When she left, he crawled out from underneath the bed. "So, uh, obviously that was the acoustic version of the song..." he said lamely. When she still didn't move, he knew he was going to have to bring out the big guns. He wasn't giving up yet.
A/N: I spent a lot of time looking at songs for Finn to sing to Paige, and I had originally gone with another song before I decided that something slightly more well known would be better, even though I really loved the lyrics of the original song I'd chosen. So Finn sings "Take me away" by Seether, because I feel like it was more likely that Finn would actually have known that song. Anyways, you may have noticed this chapter is Part One, because it was getting long and it was 1:20 and there was no way I was wrapping it up anytime soon. In part two, we see the rest of the KurtCoBlaine Romantic Weekend, and Finn trying to reanimate Paige.
Because I wuved it, here are the lyrics to the original song called "Fog" (I know, right?) by the band Wintersleep (very short).
These broken arms won't hold you down
These ruptured lungs won't make a sound
These syllables won't bring you back,
Won't stitch the holes, no bones intact
And I can't pretend that you were there
And I can't pretend I held your hand
And I miss your smile
I miss your smile
I need you now
I need you now
And I am not scared of falling down
I am not scared of dark dark clouds
I miss your smile
I miss your smile
I need you now
I need you now
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replace the [dots] with actual dots (derh!)
Longest A/N ever! Also you should know that the Blaine and Kurt stuff originally ended with them going to eat dinner, and I added in the stuff outside Blaine's bedroom door at the last minute because there wasn't enough of them in this chapter. And now it's 2:21 am!
