A/N: A huge thank you to everyone who's been reviewing and alerting this story. I'm thrilled that you're all here :) And I'm very sorry for the delay in posting this update. The Klaine boys kept trying to run away with it! I think we finally found a middle ground. Enjoy! xoxo
Kurt had been right about the end of his gossip-free days. Once he had confessed his crush on Blaine, there was no stopping his friends. After school that day they had gone home with Kurt, and huddled around his computer screen and watched every single performance of The Warblers they could find. At first Kurt felt bad, like he was secretly spying on Blaine, but the clips they watched were easy to find and obviously the group had consented to having the songs posted. Eventually, Kurt's unease drifted away and was replaced by wonder-struck as he watched Blaine, even through a computer screen, captivate him and his friends. His performances were flawless and he played to the audience, whether it was teenage girls from their sister school, elderly people in an old age home or judges at a show choir competition. Every performance ended with standing ovations and deafening applause. If there was ever one thing that Kurt was certain of, it was that Blaine was born to be a star.
When they had played the last video, the girls were all understandably smitten with Blaine. And their questions began immediately. Rachel, Tina and Mercedes took turns grilling Kurt, and because they were his best girl friends, he merely rolled his eyes and answered them the best he could.
Are you sure he's gay? Yes.
Does he have a boyfriend? No.
Does he want a boyfriend? I don't know.
How often do you talk? Every day.
What do you talk about? Life, music, New York City, being gay. Everything.
Does he consider you a close friend? Yes.
Does he think of you as more? I don't know.
Do you want him to?
The last question was the most difficult for him to answer. Honestly, Kurt wasn't sure if he did. He'd been struggling to keep his crush from developing into a full-blown fantasy of him and Blaine living in a stylish Manhattan loft with huge bay windows so that he could sew with lots of natural light and Blaine would be close-by playing their piano, rehearsing for his lead role on Broadway. Obviously, he was having zero success at stopping those day dreams from forming in his mind. Not that it was bad. At least Blaine was gay and clearly enjoyed Kurt's company. This wasn't going to blow up in his face like it had with Finn. But still, neither of them had talked about being anything more than friends. And given his success rate so far, Kurt wasn't so sure he was ready to pursue Blaine that way.
So Kurt just downplayed the question with his friends. Reminding them that Blaine was in New York and he was stuck in Lima for at least another year and a half. Even if his heart started to swell painfully in his chest every time he thought about it, he just wasn't sure he wanted his first boyfriend to be someone he couldn't even touch on a daily basis.
And even though he tried his best not to spend hours daydreaming about a life with Blaine beside him, it seemed that once that idea was formed in his brain, there was really no way to stop picturing it.
Kurt woke up early for school, the sun's rays barely strong enough to penetrate his blinds. He was unsure as to what had disturbed his slumber, but he didn't appreciate being awake in advance of his already too early alarm. He rolled onto his stomach and groaned loudly when the sheets rubbed against his erection. It was the third time this week and the friction provided by the cool fabric brought the x-rated images of his dream to the forefront of his mind.
He cursed Rachel with his sleep-heavy voice. His current state being blamed on her because not a single day went by now where she didn't mention Blaine's name. Of course, thinking of her, instead of Blaine, gave him a chance to breathe and redistribute the blood in his body. He wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to hold off. But for now, he'd sworn to himself that he wasn't going to masturbate while picturing his new best friend. Unfortunately, his subconscious was a rebel and his dreams had begun to rival the few short minutes of porn that he'd seen online, only now he and Blaine were the stars. It wasn't too difficult to imagine Blaine's hazel eyes burning into his while their sweat slicked bodies moved together and his hands twisted into the dark curls he was longing to touch. Blaine's full pink lips kissing their way down his neck, leaving marks on his pale skin. Kurt flushed pink at the thoughts, even though no one else knew he was having them. He shook his head as he realized that his baby penguin status in his mind was quickly being replaced by a much more lusty lion.
Blaine arrived home from school to an empty apartment. He wasn't surprised. Cooper had today off and was probably eating and drinking his way through the Upper East Side with his friends. Blaine smiled to himself at the thought. Cooper would stumble home in the middle of the night, wake Blaine with his drunken singing and they'd share a couple glasses of water while Cooper told embarrassing stories about his friends. Blaine would crawl back into bed to catch a few more hours of sleep before school and Cooper would pass out until his evening performance the next day. It was crazy and disruptive, but Blaine wouldn't trade it for the world. He had tons of freedom living with Cooper and he never abused it. Blaine was responsible with his homework, careful not to jeopardize his role in The Warblers, since all extracurricular activities were viewed as a privilege you earned at Dalton Academy by maintaining good grades. Blaine had learned a long time ago anyway, that he only could only count on himself. Cooper's arrival back into his life, when he needed him the most, was a wonderful feeling. And even if he wasn't physically around as often as Blaine might have liked, he knew Coop would be there for him without question. Knowing that, made it easier to spend the rest of his time on his own.
So he grabbed a can of Coke from the kitchen and headed to his bedroom to get started on his homework. He turned on his laptop and settled on his bed. Against his better judgement, he logged into tumblr to see what had been happening in the fandom world today.
Moments later, Blaine squirmed on his bed as a blush formed on his cheeks and started to creep down his neck as he stared at his computer screen. His inbox had been flooded with messages, from his friends and a surprising number of anons, suggesting that perhaps he and Kurt were more than just friends.
Anonymous asked: You like boys, he likes boys...need I say more ;)
Anonymous asked: If you aren't tapping that, someone else certainly will be. Get it, Anderson.
WarblersAreMyLife asked: Blaine, you've been holding out on us. We need a countertenor. Any chance he'll move to New York City to live closer to you and join The Warblers?! Jeff
Anonymous asked: Kurt + Blaine = Klaine You're my new OTP. Just thought you should know.
SassyWarbler asked: Blaine, Please tell me you've snagged this hottie? Cause if not, mind if I try? (I'm joking, mostly.) Love ya, Trent
Blaine didn't know why he was so flustered. He should have known that when he reblogged Kurt's Born this Way video, gossip about the nature of their relationship would soon follow. After all, he'd witnessed first hand the countless hours The Warblers spent teasing each other about their latest conquests.
Yes, he really should have known better. Especially since his followers and all his friends knew he was gay. He'd promised himself, when he moved to New York City, that even though hate had driven him from his home, he wasn't going to hide who he was. Thankfully, he'd found NYC to be a lot more accepting. He'd been on dates with a few boys from Dalton over the last year. He'd kissed a couple of them and even shared in a mutual handjob. But he never wanted to go further with any of them. There were a lot of things about Blaine that were old fashioned and this was one of them. A lot of his friends were letting their hormones drive their actions, resulting in various rendezvous of a sexual nature, but Blaine knew that wasn't for him. He craved love and emotional intimacy more than he craved someone else jerking him off.
And it was mind blowing to him that he may have been closer to that type of relationship when he was living in Ohio, than he was now that he lived in NYC. Of course, he might just be thinking that way about Kurt because of all the "helpful" messages his friends had been sending him and not because they'd be great in a relationship together.
Blaine shook his head and laughed at himself for his ridiculous thought. After all, they hadn't even met in person.
Although thanks to youtube and his nosy friends, Blaine knew exactly what Kurt looked like and all the delicious ways he was able to move his body.
warblerwes asked: To Blaine, Is Kurt a cheerleader? Because I'm fairly certain this is the same guy who was wearing the "Likes Boys" t-shirt in that video you reblogged. See you at practice tomorrow. Don't be late! Sincerely, Wes
Blaine clicked the link and was treated to one and a half minutes of Kurt singing 4 Minutes in full cheerleader glory. It became a lot harder after those hip thrusts to keep his thoughts about his friend in the PG-rated area of his brain.
And before his brain, and other parts of his body, ran away with the image, he decided he better confirm that it was in fact Kurt.
warbleringthrulife asked: Kurt, This may seem like a really strange question, but...are you a cheerleader? Blaine
newyorkbound answered you: OMG, someone sent you the "4 Minutes" video, didn't they? Just tell me who I have to kill. I WAS a cheerleader. The coach is ruthless and used me for my voice (and flexibility) to win a 6th National championship, but it was fun to be part of a winning team for a change. Just not something I could maintain. So should I be totally mortified that you've seen it? Are you mocking me and the polyester uniform? (I begged them to change it!) Kurt
warbleringthrulife asked: Are you kidding Kurt? I wear a polyester uniform every single day ;) And I would never mock you. Your versatility is awe inspiring. Blaine
newyorkbournd answered you: So this is probably a really good time to tell you I was also the kicker on my high school's football team for a short time. Kurt :)
Blaine recalled how his brain had short circuited when he'd read Kurt's last message. They continued messaging each other for a while that night, but Blaine couldn't tell you what else had been said. All he could focus on was how Kurt was full of wonderful surprises and how he wanted to unearth each and every one, even if it took a life time.
And once that thought was formed, putting into words the feelings that had been fluttering around in his heart for weeks, there was no taking it back. Not that he wanted to. But he also knew, it was going to force him to take action. That was just the sort of person he was. He didn't like to sit back and wait for life to happen, he liked to face it head on. That's why performing as the lead soloist for The Warblers was the perfect fit for him. He needed to be captain of the ship. And his life in New York City had given him the confidence that when he was in charge, generally, things worked out.
But what could he do about liking a boy who lived hundreds of miles away?