Hello! :D
Huff is here bringing you a particularly fluffy, cute, quite long chapter.
I figured it was the least I could do in the Christmas spirit seeing as I have yet to post anything festive.
Anyway, I had a thought the other day. A marvelous, very entertaining thought.
After this story has finished (Lord knows when that will be) would you all like me to make a story following Kurt's version of events?
I could only imagine his sarcasm towards The Girl With The Big Nose or something along those lines.
If you would read that, make sure to let me know in the reviews c:
And as usual, reviews and criticism are very much appreciated,
-Huff xxxx
Well Thanksgiving had been remarkably awkward.
I had managed to convince myself that there wouldn't be any tension between Kurt (He had finally accepted Santana's invitation a few days prior) and Finn. Although as usual, I had been completely wrong.
After a long and very silent dinner and a few of Santana's witty remarks that I'm sure everybody found quite offensive, Kurt received a text from his boss, Isabel Wright asking if she and her friends could join him for Thanksgiving. I had told him that it would be fine, that they should come over. Lighten the mood a bit.
I hadn't expected twenty people to come storming into our loft and break out into their very own rendition of Let's Have A Kiki by Scissor Sisters and Turkey Lurkey Time by Promises, Promises.
Throughout the night I had tried to reciprocate Finn's flirting, although I had done so extremely poorly. I'll admit, the idea of flirting with anybody other than Finn made me feel guilty and slightly sick. But then the idea of flirting with Kurt just felt right, though exceedingly foolish. I hadn't given in to temptation on that account though. Unless you count a few unusually long smiles.
And then the 7th of December finally arrived and things just became more complicated.
Kurt's flight was an hour after Finn and I's so we would most likely be at home unpacking by the time Kurt was finally walking off of the plane.
"I'll see you later," said Kurt kindly, giving me a one armed hug that I gladly reciprocated. "Have a nice flight," He added, glancing at Finn politely who was watching us with a glint in his eye that I couldn't quite read.
"Yeah," He muttered absently. "You too."
Finn and I hadn't really exchanged words until we had boarded the plane and taken off. He finally turned to me, a suspicious look in his dark brown eyes.
"Kurt's gay right?" He asked bluntly.
I raised my eyebrows at him, wondering if it had been the extremely tight pants or his ex boyfriend that had given Kurt's sexuality away. "Yes, he's very gay."
Finn nodded, turning back to his sports magazine for a second before he cocked his head in my direction again.
"You guys are really close," He said observantly.
"Yes," I replied, unsure of where he was going with this. "He's a good friend."
"Just a friend right?"
I turned back to my magazine, doing my best to hide the small blush that had creeped onto my cheeks. "Yes Finn," I said hoping he couldn't hear all of my feelings towards Kurt in my voice. "Just a friend."
That was the most that the whole "Kurt" subject had been breached between Finn and I that day although I had a feeling that he would bring it up again sometime soon.
Finn's Mom had been kind enough to give me a ride back to my house seeing as both of my Dads were working and were too busy to pick me up from the airport.
As soon as I reached my old bedroom I finally checked my phone to find four text messages just waiting to be answered.
The first text was from Santana Lopez, a mouthy Latino.
Frankenteen's Mom's asked if I can come back to Lima in January? WTF is that about? Xx
I raised my eyebrows at the news. What was that about?
No idea, I'll ask him xxx
The next message was from Kurt, current crush and best friend.
Just about to board the flight! Can't wait to see OUR friends ;) xxxx
Those kisses at the end. He'd put four of them. Four. Four kisses. I'm not sure how long I stared at those cute little x's but by the time I had stopped the sun was beginning to set in the sky.
ARE YOU LIMA YET GLINDA?! Xxxxx
I'd decided to one up him with five kisses.
The third one was from Mercedes Jones, fellow diva.
YOU'RE BACK IN LIMA TODAY?! Check FB hun xxxxxxx
I made a mental note to myself to check Facebook as soon as I was done answering my text messages. I replied to her a simple yes and asked if she was coming back anytime soon.
The fourth and final text was from Finn Hudson, current boyfriend and complication.
R u ok? Can u come 2 Breadstix with me 2nite? Xxxxxxxx
I smiled at the text despite the fact my heart was sinking inside my chest.
Yeah I'm fine. Sure, what time? And why has your Mom asked Santana to come to Lima in January? Xxxxxxx
I quickly pulled my laptop from my suitcase, opening a web browser and logging into my Facebook account.
I had a few notifications from Mr. Schue posting in the Official New Directions group about Regionals but only one notification from Mercedes. Apparently she had posted in the Unofficial New Directions Girl's group and tagged me in it.
When the New Directions had first formed in Sophomore year Mr. Schue had taken the liberty to create the Official New Directions group, though it quickly became apparent that the group's wall was only being used by the school's football team to post slanderous remarks and comments. Thus we, the New Directions had gone to the trouble of making a Unofficial New Directions group that was still very active despite the fact we'd all gone our separate ways. Although, for us girls that still left the minor problem of being able to discuss the boys without the boys actually finding out we had been talking about them.
Then Quinn Fabray had made the Unofficial New Directions Girls group.
I clicked on the small icon and a large picture of her and Kurt appeared on the screen. Judging by his outfit, this had been taken today.
Rachel Berry's new boy!
I rolled my eyes at the picture and caption.
My phone began ringing behind me causing me to jump slightly at the noise. DING DONG THE WITCH -
"Miss. Rachel speaking," I said, answering the call immediately.
"Mr. Kurt speaking," replied The Boy With The Blue Eyes. "Requesting Miss. Rachel's company."
I giggled at his formal voice, imagining the playful smirk that was surely occupying his perfect lips.
"But Miss. Rachel is at home waiting for her Fathers to return," I said in the same posh English accent from Downton Abbey.
"Well then Mr. Kurt must simply drive round to Miss. Rachel's house," He said, continuing the charade.
"Mr. Kurt has a car?" I asked, rather surprised by the revelation. Never once had Kurt mentioned to me that he could drive, yet alone that he owned a car.
"A rather pretty Cadillac Escalade that my Dad got me for my sweet 16," He explained casually.
"Did you name it?"
The Boy With The Blue Eyes paused for a second. "Roxy," He finally admitted.
"Like from Chicago?" I wondered aloud.
"The very same," He said proudly.
"Oh my God!" I said, a thought suddenly occurring. "You would be the perfect Amos! You're all sweet and charming and nice!"
Kurt laughed loudly, the skin around his eyes probably crinkling in humor. "I auditioned with Mr. Cellophane for the Warblers."
I gasped dramatically. "If I see any auditions for Chicago I am definitely signing you up."
"I look forward to it," He said teasingly. I could hear the sound of a car door slamming shut in the background. "Hey, will you come to Breadstix with me tonight?" asked Kurt suddenly. "I know it's short notice and all but my Dad's only just told me that we're going."
I groaned, suddenly wishing that I hadn't already told Finn that I would go to Breadstix with him tonight. I knitted my eyebrows as I realized the coincidence.
"Finn and I are going to Breadstix tonight," I muttered, the wheels in my mind rapidly turning at they tried to make sense of the information. "What time are you going?"
"Like seven-ish?" He said slowly.
"Well then I'll probably see you there," I said, still deep in thought.
"He's definitely hiding something from me. He keeps talking to somebody on the phone and he won't tell me who it is."
"Do you still think that your Dad and Finn's Mom is a possibility?" I asked, laying down on my bed tiredly and cradling the cell phone against my ear.
"Definitely," He said adamantly. "Think about it, Finn's taking you to Breadstix tonight at seven. My Dad's taking me to Breadstix tonight at seven. What are the chances?"
"Well Breadstix do do a nice vegan Carbonara."
"Oh you and your sarcasm."
"I wasn't being sarcastic, Glinda. And what's the rumbling sound I can hear?"
"Roxy," explained Kurt nonchalantly.
"And where are you driving to?" I pressed questionably.
The rumbling sound immediately stopped to be replaced by the sound of a car door opening and slamming shut. "No where now."
I rolled my eyes, twirling a long lock of hair around my finger. "Okay, well where are you now?"
"About a meter away from your front door." I heard a light knock at the front door.
I couldn't have jumped up quicker.
I looked in the mirror, wishing that I didn't look like a drowned rat from the flight. I hastily ran the brush through my hair as I raced down the stairs and towards the door.
I opened the door to be greeted by a bunch of red flowers."Delivery for Miss. Berry," they said in a voice that I knew all too well.
The Boy With The Blue Eyes's face popped out from behind the bouquet he was holding, a wide grin plastered to his fair face.
"They're beautiful," I said endearingly returning Kurt's contagious smile. I took them off of him, surprised to find they were quite heavy and letting him walk past me into my house.
"Just like a certain brunette diva I know," He said teasingly, pulling on his gray scarf slightly to loosen it as the warm air slammed into his face.
I blushed heavily, silently thankful that the flowers hid my face from his line of sight.
"I'll just put these in a massive vase and then we can go upstairs," I said pleasantly, walking past him into the living room and kitchen.
He followed me, his hands buried deep in his coat pockets. "So we can shake the bed?"
I snorted, setting the flowers down on the dark granite counter and filling the vase with water. "You're obnoxious," I said playfully, glancing round at him.
He'd made himself quite at home on the couch, staring at all of the pictures of my Fathers and I in interest. He looked so perfect sat forward with his legs neatly crossed and his thin hands wrapped around his knee, almost like a model on the front page of some fashion magazine. No, exactly like that.
His light brown hair had been carefully curled and primped although it did look slightly windswept from the heavy gale outside, his skin was perfectly clear and pale giving him a ghostly appearance. His eyes were as bright as ever, only brought out more by the light blue walls surrounding him and his lips were pursed as he silently laughed at the picture of me tap dancing when I was five.
"And you're funny," Kurt replied, his sparkling eyes glancing towards me with a glint of humor in them as usual.
We shared a short look and smile in silence before I turned around and busied myself with arranging the bouquet in the vase.
I couldn't help but think that there was a tiny little possibility that Kurt, just perhaps, felt the same way that I did. That like me, something had happened – some kind of spark had been ignited – when he had first stepped into that diner and asked for a cream cheese and salmon bagel and a mocha. And I was beginning to think that whatever had happened couldn't be reversed. That maybe I would never get over this crush.
"Rachel?" asked Kurt, pulling me out of my trance.
"Yeah?" I replied, looking over my shoulder at him.
"Were you really the Golden Chicken in Jack and the Beanstalk?" He held up a picture of seven year old me wearing a piece of yellow foam around my waist and a terrible hen costume.
"No," I said in a dignified voice, setting the now filled vase on the side neatly and walking towards him. "I was the Golden Hen."
He roared with laughter resulting in me slapping his arm lightly. "Shut up or I'll do it again, Glinda."
Kurt stopped laughing for a second, still staring at the framed picture of me in his hand while his lips shake.
"Don't do it," I murmured warningly.
He opened his mouth to say something but rather a loud cry echoed out.
"I warned you!" I yelled playfully, chasing after him as he raced up the stairs towards my bedroom.
Kurt ran down the hall and into the only room whose door had been left open and slid to a halt, his eyes widening in horror as he looked at my overly pink room. "Oh my God," muttered Kurt, his mouth agape. "Your room looks like where Polly Pocket and Strawberry Shortcake come to make out."
"And that," I murmured, walking in after him and closing the door. "Has just bought you a one way ticket to TICKLE VILLE!"
He glanced at me, his eyebrows raised. "You're also extremely cheesy," He said before I tackled him onto my bed.
I moved onto my knees, straddling his lap so that I had better leverage as I tickled under his arms while he thrashed beneath me, laughing loudly at the sensation.
It was then that I felt a large bulge brush against my thigh.
I stopped tickling him, looking at him questionably. "Kurt is that your -"
"Phone?" He supplied, a large smirk spread across his lips. "I believe it is."
He reached into his front pocket, pulling the bulge that was actually just his cellphone from it.
I blushed considerably as he answered his phone.
"Kurt Hummel, devilishly attractive Warbler in between the thighs of a very pretty girl speaking," said Kurt playfully. "Oh... Hi Dad."
I roared with laughter.
"No – Yeah seven's fine. Yes. No – I was joking Dad. Okay I'll see you later." He looked up at me warningly as I giggled before I began tickling him again.
"No – Rachel – Stop!" He cried, trying to push me off of him.
"Give me one good reason why I should," I yelled teasingly, pinning his arms down with one of my hands while my other continued to tickle him.
"I'll tell you a secret!" He said in his best attempts at bargaining.
I smirked at him, keeping him pinned to my bed in case he tried to make a break for it.
"Offer accepted," I said cheerfully. "Go ahead, Mr. Warbler."
"You've got to let me go first," said The Boy With The Blue Eyes pleadingly, giving me those puppy dog eyes that I really just couldn't say no to.
"And what's to stop you from doing the same to me?" I asked, my eyebrows raised in suspicion.
"I pinky swear," He said, extending his pinky finger.
"Fine," I grumbled, shaking his pinky finger with my own as I moved off of him, laying on my side facing him as I waited for him to reveal his secret.
Kurt turned over to face me, a small smile spread across his face as he watched his fingers that he was subtlety playing with.
"I think," He started, glancing up at me, his twinkling turquoise/gray eyes boring into mine making my heart melt on the spot. "That we may be soul mates."
Soul mates.
Kurt Hummel had actually just suggested that I, Rachel Berry, could possibly be his soul mate.
I suddenly felt exceptionally giddy.
"Soul mates?" I asked, my eyebrows raised in surprise.
He nodded cheerfully. "We have the same dreams – the same idols – the same beliefs and interests. If such a thing as soul mates exist, then you're my soul mate."
If this were a movie this would be the part where the music swells, the audiences aw's and the boy and girl would go in for the kiss.
"Glinda?" I murmured, drawing circles in his hand with my finger lightly.
"Yes Ephelba?"
"You're a pretty awesome soul mate." I smiled, wrapping my hand around his.
The Boy With The Blue Eyes grinned widely, the skin around his lips creasing as it usually did giving me butterflies in my stomach.
And then I heard the sound of a car pulling up outside.
"Window!" I shouted, jumping up off of the bed and pulling Kurt with me who looked taken a back by my sudden change in behavior.
"What?" He asked in shock, staring at me wide eyed.
"My Dads are home, you've got to go!" I explained hastily.
"Wait – You want me to climb out of the window?" He asked in shock.
I nodded quickly, pushing him towards the open window at the end of the room. "They can't see you here!"
"Why not?" He asked, allowing me to shove him closer to the window.
"Because they'll think I'm cheating on Finn." I shot the door a nervous glance as I heard footsteps in the hallway downstairs.
"Just tell them I'm gay – That'll erase any suspicion they may have."
"You don't get it," I said quickly. "I used to tell them that all of my boyfriends were gay so that they wouldn't become all protecting and possessive. And then they found out."
"So if you told them that I was gay..." He muttered, obviously having trouble putting two and two together.
"They would probably murder you on the spot," I supplied hastily, the sound of footsteps on the stairs reaching my ears. "Now go!"
He swung his legs out of the window, his eyes widening as he saw the drop below. "There's only a bush below Rachel!"
"Good, that'll cushion the fall!" I said hurriedly, trying to keep my eyes on The Boy With The Blue Eyes and my bedroom door at the same time.
"Rachel -" He started, fear edging into his adorable voice. The doorknob on the door turned in what seemed was slow motion.
"I'll see you later," I said quietly, slamming the window shut on him as my door opened revealing my two Fathers.
I heard a loud bang and yell from below that I could only guess was Kurt landing on the thorn bush below.
"What was that?" asked Leroy suspiciously, glancing at the window that I had just pushed Kurt out of.
"Just a bird probably," I said quickly, running towards him and pulling him into a hug before he could ask anymore questions. "Dad!"
Hiram coughed besides me before I pulled him into the hug. "Daddy!" I added, looking up at him.
"It's lovely to see you again honey," said Dad happily. "I'm going to go make some tea before we lose you again."
I smiled at him as he left my room, still eying the window with a suspicious glint in his eye.
"Honey and ginger right?" asked Daddy, smiling at me widely.
"With a touch of lemon, please," I said, silently hoping that Kurt wasn't cut up too badly.
He nodded, walking out of the room to go tell Dad. I breathed a sigh of relief before he poked his head back in.
"And sweetheart?" He said teasingly.
"Yes Daddy?"
"He better be cute." He smiled at me knowingly before moving out of sight.
I groaned in annoyance at my Father's intelligence and boy-dar.
In Tribute to Cory Monteith xxxxxxxxxx