A/N Oh god, I am so so so so so so so sorry! I know it has been the longest time ever since I updated anything, and I really do feel bad! But school has taken over and well let's be honest here, I had/have a huge ass writers block, so don't kill me if this chapter sucks :p so please read, enjoy and if you feel like yelling at me or just tell me how awful this is feel free to leave a review :)
Kurt's face was scrunched up, as if he'd been in agony for hours, and Blaine just wanted to lean over and kiss the frown, painting lines on the beautiful face, away. Instead he picked up a blanket that was draped over the armrest and covered the man sleeping. He looked at him for a few more seconds when small hands wrapped around his knees. Blaine smiled before he even looked down; Amanda had developed the habit of hugging Blaine's legs when she wanted to talk to him or for him just to cuddle her.
"Aren't you supposed to be asleep by now, little Princess?" Blaine said, sitting down on the floor and opening his arms. The little girl smiled a little sadly and sat down on his lap.
"I can't sleep again, Blainey,' she mumbled a small pout forming on her rosy lips. Blaine sighed and stroked her hair; Amanda had been having nightmares but she wouldn't tell him about what. It wasn't about Adam, because that was the first thing he'd asked her and she denied, but she didn't give in to his 'Spanish inquisition' every time she had one.
"Well then I guess it's time to break out the cookies," Blaine whispered. He picked up the small girl in her pink sleeping gown and carried her to the kitchen. They were both so used to this routine by now, that Blaine didn't even need to tell her to go get the cookie jar while he heated up some milk. When they both had their milk and cookies, they sat down at the table and Amanda asked Blaine to tell her his favourite fairytale.
Surprised by this request, Blaine began to think about what even was his favourite fairytale. And then he told her a story, a story about a little girl who lived in a very tall tower all alone, with only the woman she thought her mother to keep her company for a few hours a day. Once Mandy recognized what the story was, she grinned so broadly her eyes squinted. She loved the tale of Rapunzel. When Blaine got near the end, he noticed her little head slide lower and lower on her hand. He kept talking while he took the girl in his arms again and carried her upstairs.
He laid her down in her bed and covered her with the duvet.
"And then they lived happily ever after," he finished his story with a whisper.
When he wanted to turn away he heard her mumble: "Just like you and Daddy will, Blainey."
He smiled a little and left the door ajar when he went down.
When he entered the kitchen and wanted to clean up the glasses and put away the cookie jar, he saw Kurt standing there nibbling on a chocolate chip one.
"She asleep?" he asked Blaine, suppressing a massive yawn.
"Yeah, and maybe you should do the same?" Blaine chuckled. It hadn't escaped him that Kurt's eyes began to look more and more tired. Ever since their Midnight Kiss on New Year's Eve. He couldn't help but feel it was his fault that Kurt's emotions were so fucked up at the moment, and he felt very guilty.
It had been three days. Three days that consisted of Blaine finding Kurt asleep on the couch and covering him with the blanket and dreaming of and hoping for Kurt to kiss him again. He himself didn't have the courage to do it, not that he didn't want to – he really wanted to – but he didn't want to upset Kurt even more.
Kurt on the other hand wasn't sleeping because the thought of Blaine sleeping in the room next to him, kept him up. While Blaine was waiting for Kurt to make a move, Kurt was expecting the exact same thing from Blaine. There always has to be one of them who's going to make the first move and both of them thought the other might be the one.
On the fifth day after New Year's Eve, Blaine couldn't handle the doubts anymore and called up Santana.
o.O.o
Sitting at a Starbucks, waiting for a guy to show up, never was the thing for Santana Lopez. Even if the guy was gay and one of her best friends. So when the curly haired male, entered the coffee shop she shot him a look that would terrify a 350 pound wrestler to death. Thankfully for him, Blaine joined Santana at her table bringing her another cup of her usual order with his signature sorry-I'm-an-idiot-smile.
"Hey Tana, how are you?" Blaine started, smiling to the girl in front of him, hoping she wasn't too mad he kept her waiting.
"Aww no, you spill the beans right now, Hobbit, 'cause I don't sit in a coffee joint for half an hour waiting for someone just so I can talk weather with him. You called me, obviously something's got you hot and bothered," Santana said, taking a sip of the coffee Blaine had just given her. She wasn't the kind of girl who could wait patiently for someone to get the courage to start talking about their problems, she just attacked.
"I'm done waiting," Blaine said plainly.
That caught the Latina girl off guard. Blaine Anderson, was willing to go in for the jump? He was actually risking something? We need to right this down, she thought.
The girl smiled and put her cup down, she took Blaine's hand and looked him in the eyes. Blaine was a little hesitant, seeing as Santana never looked surprised.
"About time, Blainers. But do know that I am happy for you," she said, releasing his hand. "Now how're you gonna handle this one? Because I think you should…"
Blaine smiled as the girl rambled away, with all sorts of ideas to get Kurt to finally be with him. He zoned out and was so thankful for Santana; it was nice knowing he had a friend whom he could trust.
o.O.o
Kurt was in his office with Rachel standing behind him, holding yards and yards of fabric. The man was staring down at a sketch he'd been working on for days and he couldn't quite get it right. Rachel was trying to give him advice but since she only stopped wearing reindeer sweaters six months previously, Kurt knew better than to trust her judgement. He needed Santana or Blaine on this one.
He got up and told Rachel to try and call one of them see if they could come over and help him with this disaster. Rachel scurried off and dropped some fabrics on the way to her office.
Kurt in the meantime decided to find the staffroom and make some coffee, which he almost never did because Blaine always beat him to it. He was just about to pour himself a cup when he heard another pair of footsteps enter the room. He turned around and saw a tall man with blond hair and a very handsome face smile at him.
"Oh hi!" he said and stepped forward stretching out his hand in greeting.
"Hi," Kurt said.
"Would you mind pouring me a cup too? I'm Dan by the way," the handsome guy named Dan said.
Kurt shook his hand and told him it was not a problem. He turned around and searched for another mug.
"I'm Kurt," he said not turning around, fearing his knees would do weird things.
"Kurt? As in Kurt Hummel?" Dan asked him taking a seat at one of the tables.
"Yeah."
"I love your designs! They always look amazing, you're really talented," Dan said with his eyes, which Kurt now noticed were green, shining with admiration.
"Thanks! I uh actually just got stuck on that one," and he pointed to the sketch lying on the table, where he had dropped it.
Dan turned to look at it and furrowed his brow in concentration. After a while his face lit up as if he'd found the answer to the great question of life.
"What if you made this hem a little shorter, and make the sleeves longer?" he said pointing the arms.
Kurt looked at the man sitting in front of him with an incredulous sort of look.
"That's – that's brilliant! Oh my god, thank you so much! I gotta go tell Rach, but thank you so much!" Kurt exclaimed forgetting all about his coffee and grabbing the drawing.
"Hey no prob," Dan smiled. "I hope to see you around soon Kurt Hummel."
Kurt smiled a big goofy smile and ran off to find Rachel. A weird feeling settled in his stomach. Dan was really nice and his idea helped very much, and yes he made Kurt feel weak in the knees. But somewhere in the back of his mind, his subconscious began to ring the alarm bell. Even though Kurt didn't actively know, he felt something was wrong with the guy.
A/N so? Was it horrible? A disaster? Not even good enough to wipe your butt with? Let me know guys :)
Love.