A/N Sorry for the lateness in posting this, but I felt after everything that had happened in the Glee verse this past week or so that it was best to put this chapter off a bit.
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Chapter Twenty Five
The boys were sitting holding hands and gossiping about what had happened at the prom that weekend whilst waiting for Mr Shue to enter the room for glee club to start.
"Can you believe that Jesse's back on the scene?" Mercedes leaned back and interjected into the two boys conversation as she heard them gossip about the couples at the prom.
"Please Mercedes, don't put a downer on my day. He really is something else, that boy." Kurt rolled his eyes and spoke with bitterness in his tone.
"Is he really that bad?" Blaine asked. He had seen Jesse before but never to talk to or interact with on any level. In fact, till the prom he hadn't even known that that was who Jesse even was. He just thought he was some douche that New Directions had previously had encounters with. Which, he supposed, he was. Just a douche with a big name.
Just then Mr Shue walked in and, speak of the devil, so did Jesse St. James. Blaine heard Kurt groan softly so only he heard and he patted his boyfriend on his knee to show his support.
"Guys, I would like to introduce you to our new show choir director. Jesse St James. He's here to help us to win nationals." Mr Shue exclaimed excitedly. Only Rachel clapped his entrance. Oh God, I remember now, I had completely forgotten Kurt telling me about him being their director. What did he actually do for them? I really can't remember...
"Now Jesse is supporting the original song idea we have going into nationals and we are going to do a group number and a duet."
"Wait Mr Shue, in Vocal Adrenaline we chose our best performer and based the whole performance around them. So, in light of this, we are going to be holding auditions for the solo spot." Jesse smugly replied looking directly at Rachel. Blaine heard Kurt suck in his breath at this news and look a little excited. Kurt wanted so much to be in that spotlight and show everyone how talented he really was. Blaine smiled at his gorgeous guy. How anyone could think his Kurt wasn't talented he really did not know. He was a superstar.
"Yes, thank you Jesse." Mr Shue responded, a little put out. The war for the solo artist was on. He saw the gleam in both Rachel's and Santana's eyes and Mercedes sit up a little straighter. Blaine wanted to go in for it too, but only if Kurt was alright about it. He didn't want to steal Kurt's limelight, he wanted him to shine.
After the rehearsal they were dawdling back to Kurt's car. He had driven them both in today so that they could spend more time together.
"Kurt, are you going to sign up for the solo audition?" Blaine quizzed his lover.
"Yes, why? Did you want to sign up too? I wouldn't mind, you know. I know how insanely talented you are."
"Not as much as you." Blaine kissed the tip of Kurt's nose and stroked his left cheek with his thumb as Kurt blushed at the compliment. "So you really wouldn't mind?"
"No. As long as one of us gets the role, I would be very happy." Blaine smiled at Kurt's magnanimous behaviour. He really had a big heart. Blaine was so thankful that he had a place in it once more.
"Me too. You deserve to be on that stage sweetie. You have more talent in your little finger then any of the others in that room."
"Including Rachel?" Kurt pushed for more compliments.
"Rachel who?" Kurt's grin widened at that. He loved that Blaine believed in him so much. That he thought that he was that gifted. No one had ever told him how good he was before Blaine came along. Apart from his dad of course, but his dad was a little biased. Not even Mr Shue had really told him that he had talent when it came to singing. He was always just trying to be heard amongst the rest. He slid his arms around Blaine's neck and gave his boyfriend a chaste kiss. "I love you so much Blaine Anderson."
"I love you too, Kurt Hummel." They walked off towards Kurt's car, content in knowing that they had each others support in everything that they did.
The sign up sheet for those who wished to perform the solo at Nationals had gone up relatively quickly after Mr Shue's announcement of open auditions. Both Blaine and Kurt had raced along to sign up to audition, both supporting the other as they had discussed before they had signed themselves up. They saw that Santana had already signed up before them and Mercedes was rushing down the hall with Sam for her to sign up as well. The competition really was on.
"Hey bro, Kurt. You both signed up then." Sam asked them both, pointing towards the sign up sheet.
"Yeah, we thought we'd give it a go." Blaine shrugged, seeming nonchalant.
"Good luck dudes. I'm cheering for all three of you." Sam patted Blaine on the back as he turned to take Mercedes hand. Blaine saw that Sam was making heart eyes at Mercedes. Looks like they had a good time at the prom then. Blaine was thankful. Sam needed cheering up right now and Mercedes was always fun to be around.
"Did you just see that?" Kurt whispered to Blaine surreptitiously.
"Yep, I did. Looks like they might be the next New Directions couple." Blaine smiled as he watched them turn the corner at the end of the corridor. They looked so happy and content with one another. He had forgotten how sweet they had been together. He hoped it would work out better this time around.
"Do you think we look like that?" Kurt pondered, his lower lip pouting a little.
"Nah, we're a million times cuter looking than that." Blaine winked back and took his soul mates hand, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss it.
"Aww, you think so?" Kurt batted his eyelashes at the shorter boy as Blaine guffawed at Kurt's silliness.
"You are adorable, you know that right?"
"Only adorable? Not stunning, sexy or beautiful?" Kurt coyly stated, his eyes looking towards the ground.
"You are all those things and you know it babe." Kurt couldn't help but look lustfully though his eyelashes at Blaine and it set Blaine's heart racing. Kurt had definitely been more flirtatious lately and in a way that made Blaine practically grab the boy and rip his clothes right off where they stood, not caring who saw. Heat flowed into Blaine's belly as he grabbed his guys hand and raced off down the halls and outside to a secluded spot underneath the bleachers that was deserted at present.
"Blaine, why have you bought me here?"
"Because you are seriously driving me insane and I need to do something about it."
Blaine grabbed Kurt's head with both hands and roughly bought his lips down on top of Kurt's. The kisses were deep, passionate, yet sloppy as Blaine was hardening quickly in his trousers. When Kurt moaned into his mouth, Blaine felt he could hardly take any more. He grabbed Kurt's hands and pushed them till Kurt was grabbing hold of the bleacher railings to keep him upright and got down onto his knees, deftly undoing Kurt's belt and removing both his skin tight jeans and boxer briefs in one fluid movement. Hearing Kurt moan at the release of the tension in his trousers as his hardened length flew free, Blaine could feel himself stiffen even further. Breathing roughly, Blaine took Kurt's cock into his mouth quickly, making sure to keep his lust filled eyes squarely on Kurt's. He knew this was a big turn on for Kurt. He licked and sucked the tip before taking Kurt's length into his mouth fully, moving further and further down his shaft each time he went down on Kurt, massaging and sucking as he went. As Kurt's breath grew more ragged, Blaine increased the pace and added his hand below his mouth, pumping it to the same rhythm as his mouth.
"Oh, Blaine. Oh, don't stop!"
Blaine could feel that Kurt was almost undone and so he cupped the boys balls with his other hand and fondled them as he felt Kurt tighten and release into Blaine's mouth. Kurt, completely spent, slumped down onto the ground, laying and panting heavily.
"How did you do that?" Kurt asked slurring his words a little as he still felt shocks of pleasure throughout his body.
"What can I say, I'm a very tactile person." Blaine grinned as he laid down next to Kurt. He had wanted to give Kurt intense pleasure and quickly. They had the next period off as study hall together but after that they needed to be back in class. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to give him the full Blaine Anderson treatment.
"I feel like one of the popular kids. They do this type of thing all the time. I've seen them rush into the janitor's closet more than once you know." Kurt told Blaine, a serious look on his face, as he moved to rest half naked on top of his handsome guy, looking deep into his hazel eyes.
"You're popular in glee." Blaine cheekily replied and got hit in the arm playfully by Kurt for that response.
"Not the same thing Blaine." Kurt could feel that Blaine was still very hard underneath his trousers and knew that it must be rather uncomfortable by now. "Do you want help with that." He looked down and then back up into Blaine's eyes in indicate what he meant.
"I'm alright sweetie, but thanks. I just wanted to give you a present to remember me by for the rest of the day." Blaine grinned, wagging his eyebrows up and down.
"Then let me give you one too." Kurt whispered into his ear. Blaine's breath hitched. He felt Kurt tugging at his own cock to make it hard again and the friction caused the heat in his belly to flare inside of him. Letting a deep moan escape his lips, he closed his eyes as he felt Kurt taking his tight trousers off and then lay heavily on top of Blaine.
"Blaine?"
"Yes hon?" Blaine asked back, opening his eyes to see the beautiful azure globes looking back lovingly at him from above.
"I love you." Kurt started moving his hips slowly, rubbing his length against Blaine's whilst looking directly into Blaine's eyes. Blaine could not stand the teasing and promptly wrapped his legs around Kurt's waist and started thrusting up and down, rubbing against Kurt speedily. Kurt could sense his need and so went about increasing his pace as well, adding circular motions to his thrusting every so often to increase Blaine's pleasure. Blaine could feel himself getting dizzy as stars started forming in front of his eyes, a heat wave erupting in the pit of his stomach. He grabbed Kurt's ass to squeeze it before lifting his hips to get as close to Kurt as he thrust downwards against the boy. The friction of this thrust caused Blaine to cum and he screamed out, shaking as the waves of pleasure rolled off of him as Kurt carried on thrusting Blaine before finding his own release.
"You know, we have probably picked up something nasty from this floor." Kurt joked as he lay on top of Blaine, who's shaking had started to subside. Blaine could only laugh. Only Kurt could think of something like that at a time like this.
"We had better clean up, it's probably nearly time for our next class." Kurt stood to claim his discarded clothing and the tissues from his satchel. Blaine still couldn't move, so he just watched as his beautiful Kurt cleaned him off and handed him his clothing to put on.
As they went to the next class both boys were beaming, practically shining with radiance.
Kurt found out about Sue's sister dying the next morning. He and Finn had found out through a mutual friend of Carole's that worked in the home that Jean had resided in. He had told Blaine about Jean and Blaine had been very sympathetic. He knew how much Kurt missed his mother and from everything he had heard from Kurt, Sue had been very close to her sister. She had practically raised her alongside herself when their parents had left to hunt down Nazis. Jean was basically the only family that Sue had. He told Kurt that if he needed any help he was always available. Although he had had his run ins with Sue and she was not his favourite person, no one should feel alone. Especially not at a time like this.
When Finn and Kurt both told the glee club later that day they were faced with resistance from some of the members.
"No offence, but people die every day and we have to move on. We need to concentrate on our rehearsals for nationals. Do you know what Vocal Adrenaline are doing right now? They are hooked up to IV drips. They are on their third week of twenty four hour a day rehearsals. We can't let this distract us from what we should be doing." Jesse sat and explained without so much as a care for any of the team who might be upset from hearing this news.
Blaine could not believe his ears. How insensitive was this jerk. All Finn and Kurt were asking for was to help Sue out with the funeral. I mean someone had died. Surely that was more important than winning a competition, even if it was nationals.
"What are you saying? We should help, it's what people do, Jesse. People with hearts. Which you clearly don't have. We can help and rehearse at the same time you know." Blaine spat back at Jesse and he could see the pride in Kurt swell out from his standing point at the front of the room.
"Oh, I'm sorry, are you a four time national show choir champion? No, you aren't, are you? If you were then maybe you might know a thing or two about how to win a national title." Jesse quipped back. Blaine bristled. He knew exactly what it took to win a national title. He had won one the previous year and they had easily got to nationals again the following year. He bit his tongue to stop from yelling at this idiot at how insensitive and moronic he was. Sam patted his knee to tell him that he was on his side as well and Blaine gratefully nodded at him.
"I'm sorry Blaine, but Jesse's right. We can't help everyone." Rachel sat up primly and defended their new director.
"It's not just anyone we are helping. It's one of our own teachers." Blaine angrily responded to Rachel. What the hell is her problem? How far did Jesse's influence sway Rachel anyway? Blaine knew that Rachel, despite how annoying and self centred she was, was a good person at heart. That she knew that helping with a funeral was the right thing to do. Yet here she was acting like the most insensitive person on the planet, apart from Mr St James that was.
"Look, Rachel, you told me to be more of a leader to this group and I'm saying we are doing this. Blaine's right, we need to help Sue, not ignore her. We are helping with the funeral." Finn decisively told the club and Blaine smiled. Sometimes Finn could be very inspiring when he wanted to be. He shouldn't let people like Jesse intimidate him. He was a far better man than Jesse ever would be.
Finn's word put an end to the discussion and they went about getting on with their preparations for the funeral, much to Jesse's dismay.
Going with Blaine's advice, Mr Shue decided that they could both help with the funeral and practice for nationals. The auditions were held the next day for the solo spot. Santana had just come back from giving her audition and Kurt was to go next. Santana did not look happy with the outcome of her audition. Blaine was pretty sure of the reason why.
"Jesse is a complete idiot. I'm going to go all Lima heights on him." Santana swore under her breath as she took her seat in the choir room to wait for the other auditions to finish. Blaine hoped that Kurt's went better than Santana's. She looked really enraged.
When Kurt came back about ten minutes later looking very angry, Blaine sighed inwardly to himself.
"Jesse St James, Jesse St sucks. He told me that it was too controversial for me to do girls songs. Me."
"Honey, don't let him get to you. He's an idiot." Blaine sympathetically replied, trying to calm his lover down.
"How can I not? He insulted me on the highest level. He basically told me that I was a freak for singing girls songs." Kurt was fuming, his face a definite red colour.
"Hey, you are amazing and don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise. Your uniqueness is what makes you stand out from everyone else."
Kurt grunted. Inside he was eternally grateful of Blaine's words, but he was still too angry to show any other emotion at that present moment. "You had better get going, your audition is next sweetie." Kurt smiled wanly at him, trying desperately to calm himself down. Blaine nodded, gave Kurt a small hug with one arm and got up quickly to get to the auditorium. He had decided on a classic track from The Monkees, one he had mastered a long time ago with his brother but he had never had the chance to sing it till now.
He went onto the stage and waited for Mr Shue to tell him that he could start. He was going to use the piano for his piece and so he sat on the seat and placed his fingers on the keys to start.
I thought love was
Only true in fairy tales
Meant for someone else
But not for me
Love was out to get me
That's the way it seems
Disappointment haunted
All my dreams
And then I saw her face
Now I'm a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
I'm in love
I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her
If I tried
Blaine could see that Mr Shue was very impressed with him already. He smiled more as he launched himself into the next verse. He wished that he could have changed the wording a little so he could sing it about Kurt but thought that it probably wasn't the right time to change things up. Jesse, he noticed was scribbling in his pad, but he could see the look of slight awe at Blaine's performance. He was better than Jesse St James.
I thought love was
More or less a given thing
The more I gave the less
I got, oh yeah
What's the use in trying
All you get is pain
When I wanted sunshine
I got rain
And then I saw her face
Now I'm a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
I'm in love
I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her
If I tried
Blaine had gotten fully into the performance, standing as he played the upbeat track on the piano, his fingers flying over the keys, perfectly playing out the tune. He could tell that slight look of jealousy that had come over Jesse's face. He had seen it many times before. He always ignored these looks. He had worked hard on his singing and playing to get to the standard that he was today.
What's the use in trying
All you get is pain
When I wanted sunshine
I got rain
And then I saw her face
Now I'm a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
I'm in love
I'm a believer
I couldn't leave her
If I tried
And then I saw her face
Now I'm a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
Now I'm a believer
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah,Yeah
I'm a believer
Then I saw her face
I'm a believer
Not a trace
Of doubt in my mind
I'm a believer
Blaine finished up and stood in the centre of the stage, proud in the knowledge that he had done his best. He thought that that was the best performance of that song he had ever given, and the last time he performed that song in front of an audience he had gotten three curtain calls.
"That was an amazing performance Blaine, you should be very proud of that. You are very talented." Mr Shue remarked looking very pleased with Blaine.
"That was good yes, but not great. Your pitch was a little off in places and you slurred through the piano work. Really, if you are going to use an instrument when performing you should at least know the song first." Jesse told him with a poker face.
Blaine's jaw hung open. What the hell? Blaine knew that song back to front on the piano. He knew that he had delivered it perfectly. Jesse was clearly biased, and he could guess who he was biased towards.
"I'm sorry, but I played that song perfectly on the piano. You are obviously tone deaf, I know it was perfectly played, I've played it enough times in my life to know." Blaine really felt like calling his brother and telling him about this jerk. Cooper may be critical about Blaine's performances, but he did it in a that encouraged Blaine to do better. Cooper himself had told Blaine that he had perfected this song on the piano and Cooper was his severest critic. He was sure Cooper would have a thing or two to say to this guy though. Blaine stalked off the stage to tell Kurt about how infuriated he was. By the time he had gotten over to the choir room he was seeing red.
Kurt could see how mad he was when he got back and immediately went to hug his boyfriend and calm him down.
"He had the audacity to tell me that my piano work was sloppy. I know it was perfect. Who the hell does he think he is anyway? I want to tell him where he can shove his piano work..."
Santana was smirking at Blaine's implication. He was right, Jesse needed a swift kick in the groin. He was being completely and utterly rude to all of them. Santana may never admit it to anyone else but she knew Blaine was extremely talented, probably more so than she was. If anyone deserved the solo spot more than Rachel, it was probably him.
"Come on, come sit down and calm yourself a little." Kurt kissed Blaine's forehead and led him gently to the chairs, stroking his back up and down to calm his guy down. "Mr Shue thought it was good right?" Blaine nodded. "Well then, just ignore that ingrate. He doesn't know what he is talking about. I swear he will end up in some sad, drab, old karaoke bar as a singing waiter or something."
"I'm sorry Kurt, you're probably just as upset as me." Blaine turned to see the hurt that was still in Kurt's eyes from his audition.
"It's alright my darling, you have every right to show how upset you are." Blaine laid his head on Kurt's shoulder, closed his eyes and concentrated on the soothing circles that Kurt was making on his back. He could feel the anger seeping away as he thought only of Kurt. The comfort the boy gave him was enough to calm him down and let him accept that he was not going to be getting the solo spot any time soon.
The day of the funeral had fast approached them and before they knew it, that day had arrived. Kurt was being very quiet as they sat in the chapel waiting for Sue Sylvester to show up.
Blaine glanced over at Kurt sitting next to him. He looked a little paler than usual, and that combined with his subdued nature that day, had Blaine really worried about what this funeral was doing to his emotional state. "You ok, angel?" Kurt only nodded in response.
"Hey, I'm here for you. Whatever you need sweetie pie."
"I just... Funerals of any kind always reminds me of my mother." Kurt was picking the skin at his fingertips in a nervous gesture, something Blaine knew Kurt would regret doing later on.
"I know." Blaine took Kurt's hand in his, stoking the back of it with his thumb. Kurt lips curled up slightly and he leaned his body into Blaine's. He needed the comfort and proximity right now and Blaine was exactly the right person to give it. I love him so much. I don't think I could live without him in my life now. He's everything to me.
Blaine sat right next to Kurt for the whole funeral, never letting go of his hand. Even when they went up to sing 'Pure Imagination' Blaine did not let go. Kurt was very grateful to Blaine, he did not think he could give him anything in return that could show how grateful he really was for everything he had done for him today, so all he did was kiss him chastely on the cheek after the end of the service and tell him that he loved him.
Blaine was very happy that Kurt trusted him so much he was willing to let him hold him and comfort him throughout the funeral. I love him more than anything. I hope he will be ok. When Kurt kissed him on the cheek ,Blaine knew that he had done the right thing and that Kurt was sad, but he would get through this. He hugged Kurt back, telling him with his body that he felt the same way back. The two boys decided that they would just go back to Kurt's house rather than to the wake and said their goodbyes to the others and left, content with the fact that they were both there for each other.
The next day Mr Shue announced that they were not going to have any solos for the competition as he hated all the in fighting it caused and so they were going to do two group numbers. The group themselves were content with his decision, they knew he was right.
"You disappointed honey?" Blaine whispered into his lovers ear.
"You know what, I'm not actually. I have the most amazing boyfriend in the world, we did a great thing for Couch Sylvester and I know that I'm insanely talented because my boyfriend told me so." Blaine could only smile at that. He was so glad he had Kurt in his life. He really was the most amazing creature he had ever known. He couldn't wait to be in New York with him.
A/N: Song used: I'm a Believer. The Monkees.