A/N: HI! Judging from all the reviews, you guys really like the last chapter! Well, for all of you who wanted a Nick/Blaine confrontation, here you go! I hope you'll enjoy this!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, nor anything else you may recognize...
Oh, and I just decided to dedicate this chapter to one of my best friends, Ciel Farron, as she sits through and listens to me talk on and on about potential ideas (this first scene being one of them). I love you, Ciel!
Chapter 14—Mind Games
Kurt's POV
When we got to Dalton, we decided to go in together. There, in the lobby waiting for us were Nick, Jeff, David, and Wes. They all looked relieved to see me, but then their eyes turned murderous as they focused on Blaine.
What is it? I wrote, having decided not to surprise them right off the bat.
Blaine, being a good boyfriend, acted out his part perfectly. "What is it, guys?" he asked easily.
"DO NOT EVEN!" Jeff exploded. Wow, I'd've thought it would've been Nick who would.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Blaine asked.
Wes, more levelheaded, turned to me. "Kurt, I'm really sorry we're doing this, but you deserve better." he turned to Blaine. "Who's Amanda?" he asked.
"Amanda?" Blaine asked, then remembered. "Oh, yeah, Amanda, she, umm..." he trailed off, looking to me for suggestions.
Amanda? I wrote, playing along still.
Nick put an arm around me. "I'm really sorry to have to be the one to tell you, but Blaine's been cheating on you...with a girl."
Sensing the moment was right, I tried to stifle a grin while I whirled on Blaine. "You have a girlfriend?" I demanded, and they all froze.
Blaine, grinning, shrugged. "I suppose so. But she did remind me very strongly of a certain someone when I met her today. I wonder who?"
I shrugged, enjoying the looks on their faces. "Huh...oh, I think I've met her too. She sounds like this?" I used my 'Amanda' voice for the last sentence.
"What the hell?" David asked, freaked out.
Looking at me, Blaine smiled. "Should we take pity on them?" he asked.
"Where's the fun in that?" I grumbled, but obligingly turned to them. "Okay, obviously, I can speak now. Any questions?"
After a whole minute of them staring at me, Nick stepped forward. "So, you have a voice again. You had lost it, I mean."
I nodded. "Yes. I got it back yesterday, so we went to see my family, and a doctor."
"And Blaine doesn't have a girlfriend." Nick added.
"Exactly. When you called, I thought I'd have a bit of fun...sorry...but it was kinda worth it for the expression on his face—" I was cut off by Nick (closely followed by Jeff, then David, then Wes) hugging me tightly.
"Oh my god, this is amazing!" Nick enthused.
"Now you can join Warblers, and we'll win, because we have a countertenor, and..." Wes was babbling.
Almost in sync, they turned to Blaine. "We're very sorry for doubting you." they chorused.
Blaine grinned, rubbing his neck slightly. "I was surprised any of you believed that. I mean, girls are yucky...boys are hot."
"Amen to that." I grinned.
Ushering us over to a side room/parlor where we could all sit down, Jeff asked, "So, how exactly did this happen? Give us details!"
"Can I tell the story this time?" Blaine requested, giving me his puppy-dog eyes.
Motioning him to go, I leaned back against him on the couch we were sitting on. "So, we went shopping together on Saturday, as you guys know." They nodded. "So, we went to coffee afterwards there, and forgot one of the bags. Kurt realized this when we got to the car, and so I ran back in to get it. When I come out, I cross the street, but there's this car coming towards me which I didn't see because I was blinded by the beautiful man in front of me—"
"Or he forgot to look both ways, but I like that excuse." I cut in, smiling. "Go on." I instructed.
"Anyway," Blaine smiled at me, "Blinded by beauty and all that, I don't see the car. Suddenly, I hear someone screaming my name, I see the car, and I manage to jump out of the way on time. And that's pretty much it." he looked to me for my opinion, and I nodded.
"Yeah, that sounds about right."
"So, it just suddenly was there?" Nick asked, confused.
I shrugged. "I don't know. The doctor called it a miracle. What probably happened was that it started to heal, and I didn't notice because I wasn't using it, and I stopped trying after a few weeks."
"Can you sing?" Wes asked, and David elbowed him. "Hey, it's a question!" he defended himself.
Grinning I shook my head. "Not right away. They want me to wait a week or two before I try, and start with lots of warmups before moving on to actually singing songs. So in a few weeks, I expect I'll be duetting with Blaine." Blaine grinned, and nuzzled my neck.
Noticing this absently, Jeff commented, "Geez, how did we think you were cheating on Kurt?"
Blaine shrugged. "I really don't know."
Twisting my head, I kissed him quickly. "You are the best boyfriend ever."
"I think that title goes to you, sugar." Blaine responded, squeezing me slightly.
Nick interrupted out sweet moment when he asked, "So, are we allowed to tell people?" he inquired.
"No." Blaine interrupted. "Kurt wants to play with this, apparently."
I grinned. "You know me too well."
"That I do." he leaned in to kiss my nose.
Standing up, Jeff decided, "Uh, we'll leave you two. Anyway, congratulations, Kurt, and you two, go out or something tonight. Do something special."
Blaine smiled. "I can do something about that."
Cocking an eye at Blaine, I said goodbye to our friends, and they left the room. "So, what do you want to do?" I asked him.
He ducked his head. "Well, I actually already had reservations for us at Clarissa's..."
That was another thing I loved about Blaine (yes, loved, but I hadn't worked up the courage to tell him yet...I was afraid he didn't love me yet...), that he called La Perle Etincelante Clarissa's after our waitress.
"That sounds perfect. When are they for?" I asked, squirming closer to him.
"6:30." he answered.
"We have almost three hours." I reminded him.
He thought for a moment, then hesitantly asked, "Not to sound like a buzzkill, but do you think we should let your teachers know?"
"I guess it would freak them out, disrupt the class, and cause a lot of students to ask questions if I did just start talking in the middle of a class." I considered.
"More fun freaking people out now?" he offered me his hand.
"More fun now." I agreed, and let him pull me up.
We decided to visit my teachers in order of what class I had them. Being a Sunday afternoon, they would most likely be in their rooms (teachers at Dalton tended to stick to Dalton for some reason...), so we went first to Ms. Cohen's room. There she was, grading Physics tests my class had taken on Friday. I knocked, and she looked up, smiling when she saw me. "Oh, Kurt, hi, how are you? And you're Blaine, right?" she asked, looking at Blaine.
"Yes." he answered, and, getting a nod from me, continued to say, "We actually wanted to talk to you about something."
"Is anyone giving you any trouble?" she asked instantly alert.
"No." I said quietly, and she started. "No trouble. I just got my voice back."
She gave me a quick hug, then released me instantly. "Sorry, that wasn't very professional. Kurt, that's amazing. I'm so happy for you." she told me warmly.
"Thank you." I ducked my head slightly, just really really happy. My voice was back, my boyfriend was next to me—everything was perfect.
"Can I ask how this happened?" she asked, sitting back down.
Now very accustomed to telling the story, I rattled off, "Blaine was crossing the street, there was a car coming towards him, I screamed his name...the doctor says it's a miracle, but hey, I like it!"
She smiled. "I'm glad. I'm guessing you're going around telling your teachers now?" she checked.
We nodded, so she smiled, and waved us off. "Then I won't keep you. Kurt, congratulations." she added.
"Thank you." I said, and we left the room.
Heading next to Mr. Raisman's english class, we repeated the same spiel (minus the hug), and went around to all of my other classes. The only class I did differently was French, as when Ms. Vagras greeted us, asking us how we were, I responded in French. "Je vais tres bien, car comme vous pouvez l'entendre, je peux parler maintenant."
After that, the same conversation went on (only in French, Blaine looking slightly lost), and when she wished me well and we left the room, Blaine pulled me up to my dorm. "What?" I asked, confused, then he pressed me against my closed door.
"You sound so good when you speak in French." he told me before kissing me roughly. Freeing my mouth, I asked, "Tu l'aimes quand je parle francais?"
"Si, molto." Blaine replied, and I had to admit, he sounded pretty darn sexy speaking in Italian.
"Vous devriez en parler en italien plus souvent." I muttered between kisses, making him press me tighter against the wall.
After making out heavily for another hour (both of us occasionally talking in our second language), we finally separated, panting heavily, and lay on my bed. "We should, we should get ready." Blaine gasped, rolling off my bed to stand up.
"Yeah. Do you want to meet here at 6?" I asked.
Blaine nodded. "That sounds perfect. See you in a while." He gave me a short, sweet kiss, and left.
Getting up, I took a quick shower, then started to pick out the right outfit for tonight. I'd wear the leather jacket and black jeans, but that wasn't really suitable with Clarissa's. Instead, I went with white skinny jeans and a long tight royal blue sweater with white ankle boots to add on an inch or two of height (being taller than Blaine was fun...). Tonight, I went with the more tousled look Jeff had once done, and carefully moisturized my skin. Finally, I grabbed a long white jacket (just in case we went outside), and I was set. A moment later, there was a knock on my door, and, opening it, found Blaine standing there waiting for me, a bouquet of roses in his hands. "For you." he said, handing them over ceremoniously, and I tried not to swoon at the cuteness that was my boyfriend.
"Thank you." I took them, and put them in a vase (yes, I had a vase in my room, who doesn't?).
Accepting his arm, we strolled out of Dalton, and, just like on our first date, he opened up all the doors for me, and helped me into his car. "So should we tell her when she's not carrying anything breakable?" Blaine asked me cheerfully.
I nodded. "Yeah...otherwise, it'd just be mean."
"And we're not that." Blaine smiled at me, then turned on the radio, singing along to every song. Occasionally, I'd say something like, "Oh, good note." "Nice breath control." or "We're singing that one together in a while."
When we finally got there, we stood outside the door. Glancing at each other, we took a deep breath, and walked in together.
The hostess (it was Sami this time) recognized us immediately, and quickly showed us to our seats (the same seats, in fact, that we'd sat at on our first date). "Clarissa will be right with you." she smiled at us, then left.
"Ready?" Blaine asked me, holding my hand on the table.
"Ready." I gave his a reassuring squeeze.
"Hey, my favorite two boys!" Clarissa came up to us, bopping excitedly. "How are you two doing?" she asked cheerfully.
"We're doing amazing, thank you." Blaine started. He glanced at me, and I nodded. "Actually, we wanted to tell you something." he started, and her eyes widened.
"Oh my god, are you two getting married?" she asked, grinning.
"No, no, we're not engaged." Blaine told her quickly. "At least, we won't be for a few more years yet." he glanced at me, and I could swear my heart stopped.
Did he really mean that? He wanted to marry me, Kurt Hummel? Did that mean he loved me?
"So, what is it?" Clarissa asked, looking from Blaine to me then back to Blaine.
Smiling, I said, "I got my voice back." Starting suddenly (for a moment, I thought she was going to have a seizure), she stared at me, then enveloped both of us in a huge hug.
"That's amazing! When did this happen? I'm so happy for you!" she enthused.
"Yesterday." I answered.
Conversation flowed from there, and after five minutes, Clarissa had to be reminded she had other tables to look after. Winking at us, she promised she'd talk later, and flounced off to take care of her other customers.
Blaine paid tonight (he insisted extremely strongly, for some reason), and after saying a special goodbye to Clarissa, we went back to Blaine's car. "Dalton?" I asked him.
He shook his head, smiling. "No, not yet."
My suspicions were confirmed when he pulled into the park, our park, that we'd gone to on our first date. Tonight seemed to be that special Sunday night each month when it was lit up. It was beautiful as always, and we strolled through the park, finding ourselves in the little gazebo on the pond as we had the first night.
"Recreating our first date?" I asked, coyly leaning into him.
Smiling nervously, Blaine nodded his head. "Something like that."
"Good." I brought my head close to his. "I'm pretty sure that date ended with a kiss."
He blinked dazedly, and shook his head slightly to rid his thoughts of whatever he'd been thinking. "Actually, there's something I wanted to say first." he managed to say.
Leaning back slightly, I pouted in disappointment. "Then kisses?" I asked.
"Then kisses." he chuckled, and I could see his tension easing.
"So, what is it?" I asked, leaning against the rails.
Thinking for a second, Blaine looked straight into my eyes, and I was amazed by the emotions swirling in those hazel beauties. "I don't know how to say this." he admitted after a second. "I know there must be tons of ways it's been done over the centuries, sappy, romantic, funny, sweet, but I only really know the straightforward way."
I shivered slightly by the force of his eyes and anticipation, and he took both of my hands in his. Raising my hands to kiss both of them lightly, he dropped them so our hands dangled between us.
"Kurt, I love you." My heart froze, then started beating wildly. He continued, "I've loved you since I met you, and I'll love you forever. You don't have to answer," he added hastily, "I just wanted you to know."
Astounded, amazed, surprised, elated, ecstatic, all I could do was stare at him in shock. Blaine, my Blaine, loved me? It wasn't just me—he loved me back?
Responding to my silence, Blaine dropped my hands, his face clouding slightly. "I-it's okay, really." he added weakly, and I forced myself to respond.
Wrapping my arms around him tightly, I kissed him firmly, frantically, needing to feel him against me. He responded instantly, holding me close, but I could still feel a little sadness in him, so I pulled back.
Eyes shining, I told him, "I love you, Blaine."
Gasping, Blaine asked, "R-really? You love me?"
"Of course I do!" I laughed, hugging him tightly. "You're my Blaine, and you're so perfect and beautiful and talented, and I love you."
Picking me up, he whirled me around slightly, both of us laughing. "I love you." he whispered.
"I love you." I whispered back before kissing him. Instead of frantic passion, this kiss was filled with gentle love, and I melted into it. This was where I belonged—with Blaine, the man I loved.
A/N: Adorably cute? I thought so! I just had to have protective!Nick...he's so much fun! ;) And how did you like the last scene? I figured—they've been through a lot, they're both in love already, and they're Klaine. That all leads to adorable love confessions! Anyway, there's one more chapter then a quick epilogue left, so please review, and I might get those out tomorrow...!