It was Visiting Day again at Dalton, and Kurt only had to put up with the silent-but-still-obnoxious presence of Marcus for two more days. Plus, Lucas was coming to visit a very lonely Charlie (poor David would have to vacate his room for quite a while), and Chrissy was coming to visit Chris and solve whatever issue they were having (which was still a mystery to Kurt. He had stopped caring at this point, he had heard so much about Chrissy over the course of the last week, and he just wanted it to be over. Everyone did).
However, Kurt didn't expect to walk out of his room while his roommate was at basketball practice and bump right into a pretty girl. They were a rare species at Dalton. "Oh... hi!" the girl said cheerily. "You must be Kurt."
"And you must be Chrissy," Kurt said, realizing she was here for Chris. "He's not here right now, he's at basketball practice."
"I guess that's what I get for not answering his phone calls, huh?" Chrissy said with a soft laugh. "I feel like I should properly introduce myself. Christine Teigen." Chrissy was pretty, with curly brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a bright smile. She had a rather wide nose, but that was the only thing he really didn't find cute about her. She was about 5'5", and ridiculously skinny. Kurt found her absolutely adorable.
"Kurt Hummel," he introduced himself in return.
"Well, it's nice to meet the man my... Chris spends so much time with." Bad sign. Bad sign.
"What happened with the two of you anyway?" Kurt asked, and maybe that was kind of rude for their first meeting, but Kurt was suddenly curious.
"He didn't tell you?" Christine asked, sounding completely surprised (Kurt decided to mentally call her 'Christine' for two reasons. One, he personally thought it fit her better. Two, it made her name sound a little less like Chris'. Just a little bit, but...). "Oh, it was something really stupid. He had something set up with his friends, but I wanted to go out instead. It was nothing major, and I feel like such an idiot now, 'cause everything kind of blew up before I could control it, you know?"
"Not really, no," Kurt admitted, and she laughed.
"Well, lucky you. I'm gonna go watch my little love bug play basketball. Bye, Kurt." Kurt was about to offer her directions, but she flounced off as if she knew where she was going, so he let her go. Oh, and Chris would never live that nickname down. Ever.
"Good morning," Blaine said as he came down the hall, Marcus trailing behind him like a sad puppy. "Who's-"
"That's Miss Christine Teigen, the girl who's way too pretty to be dating my roommate." Blaine laughed at that.
"Oh, come on. Your roommate's pretty easy on the eyes-"
"Isn't he?" Christine yelled down the hall, making Blaine laugh.
"I like her."
"I can't believe you think Chris is attractive."
"I can't believe you think Michael Weatherly is more attractive than Sean Murray."
"I can't believe you're bringing that back up."
"Ziva agrees with me."
"I can't believe you two aren't dating all ready," Marcus murmured behind Blaine, rolling his eyes at them. That effectively shut both of them up.
"Have you had breakfast yet?"
"Blaine, it's like ten in the morning."
"For some people, that's a reasonable question," Blaine said a little sheepishly.
"You haven't eaten yet, have you?"
"Nope."
"Let's go then."
The Commons was nearly empty, and the janitorial staff glared at Kurt, Blaine, and Marcus, clearly not happy with the idea of the trio getting in the middle of their cleaning time. So Blaine and Marcus grabbed food and Kurt grabbed an apple, and they headed to their favorite little coffee cafeteria on the third floor.
Once again, Blaine was talking when Kurt spotted Nick and Jeff sitting on opposite sides of the table where they had had their first serious conversation. Blaine shut up when Kurt nudged him, and they sat down at a table a little farther away this time (they still weren't being very subtle).
"Nick, trust me," Jeff was saying, holding both of Nick's hands in his on the table. "Your parents love you. They always have. And I'm pretty sure they've always thought I was gay."
"They have," Nick said with a little smile. "Every day during eighth grade they asked me if we were dating." That made Jeff laugh.
"They'll come around. They've always been comfortable with this kind of stuff, I think they're just in shock." Kurt had never heard Jeff sound so serious. It was surprising. "And announcing to them that you think we've broken up-" that made Nick snort, "won't help your cause here. They'll think it really is just a phase. Are you really giving up on us because Milly doesn't think this is the right life choice for you?"
"Milly is Nick's mom," Blaine added helpfully.
"If Milly thought you should go to Vanderbilt like your father, you would object and fight to stay out of Tennessee. Isn't this even more important than that?" Nick let out a long sigh.
"Of course it is, Jeff. But how do I tell my parents that I don't care what they think of the person I've chosen to spend my life with?"
"Aw," Blaine said, too loudly. He was a terrible eavesdropper.
"If you guys are going to listen, the least you can do is be quiet," Jeff said without turning around to look at them. "Nick, they love you, and they love me too." Nick chuckled at that.
"Sometimes I wonder if you put those in the right order," Nick joked.
"Not funny," Jeff said, and it sounded like he was smiling. "If you tell them that this is really what you want, not just a phase and not just a spur of the moment rebellion, I think they'll be okay with it. I really do."
"Plus the fact that Milly can never say no to you." Nick smiled. "Remember that time you convinced her buy us fake IDs."
"For the record, she did refuse to buy us alcohol," Jeff said.
"Only because she didn't want to make the trip." Then they were laughing, until Jeff leaned over the table to kiss him, gently and sweetly. Kurt blushed and looked away, making Blaine fight a smile and poke him. "I love you."
"I love you too," Jeff said. "Come on, we have mischief to be making."
"I still don't think this is a good idea," Nick argued as they stood up, threw away their empty cups, and left the room, hand-in-hand.
"Thank God. I'm pretty sure if they had remained semi-broken-up for one more day, Charlie would have intervened, and we all know how that ends." Kurt looked over at Blaine and smiled. Yes, the Drops of Jupiter incident had been horrible, but it had worked.
"This school is insane," Marcus muttered.
"You didn't have to come here," Blaine replied as he stood up to get them coffee. Thankfully, Marcus didn't say anything in reply.
Wes set up the movie night in the common room. Apparently he had nothing to do now that he wasn't arguing and/or sleeping with David, so he had extra time to wheedle the A/V club (every school had to have one) into giving their dorm the equipment for the night. The Warblers usually got it if they requested it, since they were socially the Dalton equivalent of a football team and everyone loved them. Saturday was the most popular night for movie nights, but thankfully Wes had managed to get the equipment. Because it was Dalton, the movie of choice was 27 Dresses, and everyone had gotten a vote. Even the barrage of visitors.
Kurt, Blaine, and Marcus were some of the first people to the common room (besides Wes, who was setting up). David arrived a little bit after them, and he didn't even offer Wes the customary nod for getting the equipment before sitting down next to Kurt. He had spent the entire day in the library, since he had the misfortune of being Charlie's roommate. Apparently, he was between girlfriends, because no one had come to visit him for the last two weeks. No one bothered to question him about it, or Wes.
Thad, Michael, Kendrick, Oliver, and Trent came in as a group, making jokes and with big bags of various flavors of popcorn, which they then poured out in ridiculously large bowls. They sat down on one of the three couches, all attempting to get a seat. In the end, Thad, Kendrick, and Michael got seats, while Oliver and Trent ended up on the floor with a bowl between them that Kendrick was being very careful not to kick.
Thad's little brother, Mason, and a few other young ones, including Charlie's favorite, Clayton, showed up about ten minutes before the movie was set to start. "Why are there so few lowerclassmen?" Kurt asked anyone who was listening as Thad passed him one of the bowls of popcorn. A quick taste identified them as jalapeƱo. Delicious.
"There are exclusive freshman dorms," Blaine replied, "and while freshman Warblers are allowed to come in here, they usually like to hang out with their friends. Usually, if they're in this dorm freshman year, they become hermits and have no friends outside the Warblers."
"Like Blaine," David added.
"Shut up. Everyone loves me," Blaine said in return, and that was probably true.
"Except for all of us," Charlie added as he walked in, hand-in-hand with a rather ruffled-looking Lucas. "Oh, and David, I have to apologize for anything mildly-to-severely traumatizing that you might have seen."
"No problem," David replied, looking a little green.
"And the sophomores generally opt not to be placed here as well. A lot of them commute too. Boarding is mandatory freshman year, so sophomores are often really afraid to get homesick again. That usually goes away by junior year."
"Are we late?" Chris asked as he walked in, thankfully holding hands with Christine.
Obviously Charlie was thinking along the same lines. "Oh thank God!" he announced. "Now we can all stop hearing about whatever the mysterious fight was!" A lot of Warblers (some of whom weren't even involved) cheered and clapped.
"Oh, it was just-" Christine started
"Don't care!" Charlie cut her off, standing up, grabbing her face, and smacking kisses to both cheeks and then her nose. "Thank you for loving him so we don't have to!" He then sat back on the couch, curling back into Lucas' suddenly-vacated embrace. Hopefully he was done.
"Is everyone here?" Wes asked, having run through the previews while people were talking.
"Wes," Charlie complained. "The previews are the best part!"
"This movie's old, Charlie," Wes replied, "all the movies in the previews have come out already."
"Still the best part," Charlie grumbled.
"We can watch them later," Lucas appeased him, giving Charlie a kiss on the temple that made him smile.
"You really have to be something to love that crazy bastard, don't you?" Blaine asked with a laugh, offering Lucas a fist bump.
"Did we miss anything?" Jeff asked as he and Nick hurried in, and everybody cheered again when they saw that the two boys were holding hands.
"No, but apparently we all missed something," Kendrick added from the couch on the other side of the room as Jeff and Nick cuddled up on the love seat that was usually reserved for Wes and David (that definitely should have been a red flag to everyone before).
"Yes, we're back together," Jeff said with a smile as Nick gave him a kiss on the nose.
"And clearly back to being nauseating," Charlie piped up from where he was (for all intents and purposes) on Lucas' lap.
"You really can't make that joke anymore, Charlie," Nick said with some satisfaction as he noticed how curled up Charlie and Lucas were.
"I'm more than happy to be a hypocrite," Charlie replied.
"Babe, be nice," Lucas muttered, nuzzling at Charlie's nick and kissing the underside of his jaw.
"Fine," Charlie huffed, readjusting in Lucas' lap.
"You two win for the most nauseating award," Michael piped up, and Charlie tossed some popcorn at him for the comment. Everyone grinned, all having the same thought at the same time, but Wes quickly forbade it.
"No throwing popcorn. No popcorn fights... and no blankets either." Wes gave a suspicious eye to Charlie and Lucas and Nick and Jeff.
"Fine, we'll just do it in the open," Charlie muttered, making Lucas laugh.
"Can I start the movie now?"
"All clear," Blaine announced, and Wes hit play just before he took a seat at the base of the couch with Thad, Michael, Kendrick, Oliver, and Trent.
"Mozart found his calling at age five, composing his first minuet. Picasso discovered his talent for painting when he was nine. Tiger Woods swung his first club well before his second birthday. Me? I was eight when I discovered my purpose in life..."
Everyone woke up on Sunday morning in mostly the same position they had fallen asleep in on Saturday night: slumped all over couches, covered in stale popcorn, and snuggling with anyone within arm's reach. Jeff and Nick had given up on any pretense of sitting during Benny and the Jets, and were spooning on the love seat. Charlie was sprawled on top of Lucas, snoring rather obnoxiously, and David had fallen asleep on the cheerleader's shoulder. The freshman and sophomores were in a puppy pile, and the couch of upperclassmen (Thad, Kendrick, Michael, Trent, Oliver, and Wes) were all sprawled on the floor in various combinations, except Wes, who was the one waking everyone up. Christine was leaning her head on Chris' shoulder, and Chris had slumped backwards in his sleep, his head resting on the couch that had been behind him. Kurt found himself snuggled quite comfortably into Blaine's chest, and Marcus (to his amusement) had fallen to the floor at some point without waking himself up. The only part of Marcus still on the couch was his feet.
"Come on, everyone, it's time to wake up, and you all need showers!" Wes yelled, banging a wooden spoon against a pan he had stolen from the kitchen below them. "This entire room is B.O. bottled, and breakfast closes in an hour." That got everyone up, most guys just stumbling out of the room in the same clothes they had worn on Saturday. Only a select few bothered heading towards their dorms.
"Sorry," Kurt said needlessly as he extricated himself from Blaine's octopus hold.
"It's fine," Blaine said with a laugh, stretching and- wow. Wes was right. They really needed showers. "We keep waking up like this," he joked as he kicked Marcus to wake him up. Marcus jolted, and his feet falling to the floor finally woke him up. "You've got to be hurting," he said to his moonlighter, who had spent most of the night hanging off the couch with his back contorted.
"You have no idea," Marcus said with a groan. "My parents are going to wonder what the hell I've been doing all weekend."
"Make sure you come up with a story suitably crazy enough to be true," Blaine replied without thinking, making Marcus laugh.
"I'm not sure I have the imagination for that," Marcus replied as he and Blaine headed back towards Blaine's dorm.
"See you at breakfast," Blaine called back to Kurt as they headed upstairs, leaving Kurt to wake up his roommate and the girlfriend Kurt was positive hadn't intended to spend the night.
"Chris," he said, shaking his roommate. "Wake up, Chris, your girlfriend's going to be in a lot of trouble for having been here all night." At least, he assumed so. "Christopher!" he barked.
"I got this, Kurt," Michael said from behind him, and when Kurt turned, Michael was standing there with a Nerf gun. "We keep this around for the lazy ones." With that, he started shooting at everyone who was still sleeping, except for Jeff and Nick, who were too cute to separate. That certainly got Chris up in a hurry.
"At least Chrissy's not as annoyed with me as she was before," Chris said cheerfully as he and Kurt walked to breakfast. Kurt had cut down on his moisturizing routine because of the lateness of the morning, and they still had twenty minutes left until breakfast closed (at noon. Which meant everyone in their dorm had slept till at least eleven. Except Wes).
"I hope not," Kurt replied. "I'm not sure I can handle you whining for another week."
"Aren't you charming," Chris said with a roll of his eyes. "I thought you would be in a better mood, since you spent the last twelve hours or so snuggling with your crush while his ex was sleeping on the floor like a dog."
"I don't hate Marcus," Kurt said, and Chris didn't even wait until the end of the sentence before he was laughing. "What?"
"Yeah, right."
"I'm serious," Kurt chastised his roommate as they headed for the sparse food line. "If anything, I understand what he went through. I mean, I'm in the same boat, aren't I?"
"Except you haven't had sex with Blaine yet," Chris added nonchalantly, and Kurt looked around for eavesdroppers. Thankfully, everyone was too tired to care.
"What do you mean yet?"
"Figure it's bound to happen eventually," Chris said as he piled his plate with bacon, rubbing sleepiness out of his eyes. "The two of you have so much chemistry it's uncomfortable to be alone in a room with you."
"That's not... is that really true?"
"Hell yeah."
"That doesn't mean I'm going to sleep with him."
"Maybe not right now, but I bet you will eventually," Chris teased.
"Chris, I've never..." Kurt trailed off.
"Shocker," Chris said dryly. "You can't even say it, can you?"
"Of course I can."
"Then say it."
"Say what?"
"Sex," Chris said, drawing out the word as much as possible and earning himself a weird look from the lunch lady. "Sex, sex, sex, sex-"
"Okay, I get it!"
"You're such a virgin," Chris said with a laugh as they paid and headed for the Warbler section.
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"Not bad. Just entertaining," Chris corrected as they sat down at their usual table.
"What's entertaining?" Charlie asked from his spot on Lucas' lap.
"Nothing," Kurt replied.
"Kurt's virginity," Chris said at the same time.
"Isn't it?" Charlie said with a grin. Kurt smacked Chris' arm as he sat down in the space someone had left between Marcus and Blaine for him. The week definitely had improved.
"Guys, be nice to Kurt," Lucas admonished, pressing a kiss to the back of Charlie's neck.
"You're only saying that because you would like to have Kurt's virginity," Charlie muttered, and Lucas sighed. Was Charlie... jealous? It seemed to be an argument Lucas was used to having.
"Charlie, can we not talk about this now?" Lucas asked, but Charlie just sniffed and moved to sit next to him, instead of on top of him. Lucas' arms caught Charlie around the waist, pulling him so Lucas could talk in his ear.
"I thought we were done with all of the couples being on the fritz," Michael complained from the other side of the table.
"I can't believe you're leaving." Kurt could. And he was excited about it. Blaine didn't even seem all that upset.
"I can," Marcus echoed Kurt's thought. "This week has been the equivalent of a dramatic lifetime, and I'm quite ready to be done with this entire school."
"Including me?" Blaine asked, sounding mock-hurt.
"Maybe not you," Marcus said, bumping Blaine's hip with his and smiling. Then Marcus caught himself flirting and stopped. "But seriously, this school is a disaster. The diocese must be so ashamed of you."
"Well, it's not like we act this way in public!" Blaine exclaimed with a laugh. "We can be very proper, but not here. Here is our little slice of heaven."
"Depending on your definition of heaven," Marcus teased. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I might actually miss this place."
"You're welcome to join us," Blaine said with a smile.
"Not that much," Marcus said, and they had finally reached the front office, where the headmaster would say the official goodbyes to Marcus, and he would have the Student Ambassadors help Marcus pack his car, and Marcus would drive off into the sunset, hopefully never to return.
"I guess I'll see you sometime," Blaine said, giving Marcus a tight hug before releasing him. Headmaster Fournier was waiting inside the office for Marcus.
"Bye, Blay." Blaine still blushed at that nickname. "Can you give us a sec?" Marcus asked, gesturing between himself and a suddenly-unhappy Kurt.
"Uh... sure," Blaine said, clearly not taking Kurt's expression into account on his decision.
Marcus waiting until Blaine was out of earshot before turning to Kurt. "So, I guess this is the moment you've been waiting for all week."
"Honestly? Yes," Kurt said, and that made Marcus laugh.
"I definitely won't miss you, Dorothy, but I do wish you luck."
"Really?" Kurt asked suspiciously.
"Yeah," Marcus said with a sigh. "Blaine's a catch, and a pretty good guy, and if I know him at all, I think he likes you a little more than he's willing to admit, even to himself. Take care of him."
"I'll do my best."
"Make sure he's not too much of an idiot to you. He does that."
"I'm well aware," Kurt said dryly, and Marcus laughed.
"Truce?" he asked, holding out his hand.
"Truce," Kurt agreed, shaking it and then being surprised to be pulled into a bro hug.
"I'll see you later, Dorothy."
"I have to ask," Kurt said before Marcus could walk into the front office. "Dorothy?"
"Blaine told me how much you love Judy Garland," Marcus replied, leaning in the doorway. "I'm sure this'll make your day; you're what we talked about ninety-nine percent of the time we were alone. Blaine's crazy about you, even if he doesn't know it yet."
"Oh." Well, that certainly changed Kurt's mental perspective. "Thanks, Marcus."
"Don't mention it, Dorothy." Marcus ducked into the front office and was subsequently gone from Kurt's life. He might actually be a loss.
"So when did you become friends with Marcus?" Blaine asked as Kurt walked back over towards him.
"I have no idea," Kurt answered honestly.
It was nice that it was just the two of them as they walked down the hall again. Marcus' silent but weighty presence wasn't missed by either of them (Kurt assumed). "I think we should talk to Wes." Then again, there was always the fact that Kurt could avoid that particular issue when Marcus was around.
"What do you want to say to him? 'I'm sorry that the guy you're in love with is such an asshole?'"
"If that'll make him feel better," Blaine said, obviously not understanding the idea of a rhetorical question.
"I don't think anything will make him feel better right now, Blaine. I think we just need to give him time to decide what he's going to do, and if David's really worth chasing after what happened in the cafeteria the other day." Because that was awful.
"Please?" Blaine busted out the begging, and Kurt sighed, knowing he could never say 'no' to Blaine. He was that cute.
"Fine. We'll stop by Wes' room."
They turned down the hallway which now housed Wes' dorm and the dorm Charlie was nicely sharing with David. Charlie and Lucas were pressed up against the door to Charlie and David's dorm, Charlie fumbling for the key as Lucas... Kurt didn't really want to focus on what Lucas' hands were doing.
The surprise was Wes' room. A very feminine giggle floated out of the open door. "Hey, Wes... who's this?" Blaine asked as they ducked into Wes' dorm and were greeted not only by Wes, but also a blonde... Kurt hated the demeaning tone of the word 'bombshell' but there was really no other word for her. She was tiny, probably about 5'3", with proportions that reminded Kurt of his old Barbies. She had curly blonde hair and piercing blue eyes and yes, she was gorgeous.
"Oh, Blaine, this is Alison, my girlfriend." How did that make sense? Well, it did, she was wearing a Crawford Country Day uniform, but why was she dating Wes? "Alison, this is Blaine and Kurt."
"Aw, you two are so cute. Are you dating?" Judging by her wicked smile, she was saying that just to embarrass them.
"Very funny," Blaine said with a roll of his eyes and a flush to his cheeks. "No, we're not."
"Your blush says otherwise." She had a very melodic voice. It rose and fell perfectly to her words. That, Kurt decided, was what Daisy Buchanan's voice sounded like.
"Did you guys want to talk to me about something?" Wes asked.
"Yeah. Alison, may we steal your boyfriend for a moment?" She grinned.
"Permission granted as long as you eventually give him back, and don't turn him over to the dark side." She laughed, but it wasn't as funny as it should have been.
Wes followed the two of them out into the hallway. Blaine stared him down, but he wasn't making eye contact, apparently finding a renewed appreciation for the pattern of Dalton's rug. "She's very pretty," Blaine said shortly.
"She's gorgeous. Smart, talented, sweet. A great sense of humor. What's not to love?" Wes asked tightly.
"None of that explains why she's here," Blaine whispered, and Kurt made the executive decision to close the door behind them, Alison giving him a quick smile as he did.
"I'm done, Blaine," Wes announced. "I'm so done. I've spent my entire life chasing someone who's not only willing to admit that they're in love with me, but won't even face that fact that they're attracted to men. I can't handle it. I have a beautiful girl in there, who's charismatic and fun and is willing to admit that she loves me. That's all I need right now. So, it's done. Everything's done. The relationship, the fighting, the friendship, the sex," Wes sounded a little sad about that last one. "I'm letting him back into the room, and we'll see if maybe we can manage to be friends again, but I can't handle this anymore."
"Wes-" Kurt tried to interrupt
"This is my decision, Blaine, Kurt," Wes continued, "and it's final. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm about to go prove David wrong." Blaine wrinkled his nose, and it clicked in Kurt's head what Wes meant.
"Is that seriously why you brought her here?" Kurt asked in a hush. "I'm ashamed of you, Wesley, I thought you were a better man than that. You know David just said that to hurt you in front of all the people who don't know about the two of you. Are you seriously going to let that define your relationship with a woman whom, I noticed, you haven't once mentioned if you love?" Wes sighed.
"No, but that's what I'm telling David."
"Tell him anything you want," Blaine said, "but I can't believe you would stoop so low." Wes ignored him and headed back towards his dorm. "Wes," Blaine called out after him, and Wes turned but didn't come back. "You asked us what's not to love about her. Maybe that's the question you should be asking yourself." Wes turned back around, heading into his dorm, slamming and locking the door on the way. Kurt heard Alison's melodic voice ask 'everything all right?' and Wes' voice (rough in comparison) reply 'fine,' before the squeak of bedsprings.
Lucas left around lunchtime, and so did Alison, who gave Wes quite a kiss as she went. David saw just enough of it that he looked absolutely pained... which was probably Wes' intention. After he had walked Alison to her car, he went to talk to David and Charlie, and between the three of them they got David moved back into his room with Wes.
"I would pay to be a fly on the wall in that room tonight," Blaine said, taking Kurt's hand casually as they walked away from the cafeteria.
"I don't think you would hear much," Kurt replied. "It'll sure be tense though."
"Do you think flies can feel human tension?"
"I think you worry too much." Blaine was tugging gently on his arm, leading him somewhere. "Where are we going?"
"The first empty lounge we can find." Kurt resisted the urge to point out how suggestive that sounded.
Eventually, they ended up in the Clerik building, where Kurt had first worried about Pavarotti molting and Blaine had been quick to comfort and reassure him. Kurt smiled at the memory. "Why are we up here?" he asked.
"Because," Blaine said, pulling out a guitar from behind the piano. "Things are a little awkward between us right now, I know, but I thought we could still have a little fun jammin' together."
"'Jammin'?'"
"Don't mock me, Hummel," Blaine said mock-sternly. "Come on, sing with me."
"What are we singing?"
"You know this. And it's not romantic at all so..." Blaine shrugged, "not awkward."
Blaine started strumming on the guitar, and he was right. Kurt did know this.
I walked through the door with you, the air was cold
But something about it felt like home somehow
And I left my scarf there at your sister's house
And you've still got it in your drawer, even now
Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze
We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate
Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place
And I can picture it after all these days
How did Blaine not think this song was romantic? It was all about lost love and memories of times that were better, filled with happiness and light and sweet little moments that can never be repeated. Blaine smiled as he sang the first few lines, obviously thinking about the time he had spent at the Hudson-Hummel household. They pointed back and forth to settle parts as Blaine perched on the arm of the couch and Kurt sat on a stool next to him.
And I know it's long gone
And that magic's not here no more
And I might be okay
But I'm not fine at all
'Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too wellPhoto album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-size bed
And your mother's telling stories about you on the tee-ball team
You tell me about your past, thinking your future was me
Kurt could picture that one, Blaine as a little kid. That was probably an exact description of Blaine as a child, him with glasses, reading a book in a tiny bed instead of playing outside, and later his mom telling embarrassing stories about his lack of athletic ability. Kurt couldn't help but smile as he sang it, and Blaine rolled his eyes. Kurt tried not to focus too much on the last line.
And I know it's long gone
And there was nothing else I could do
And I forget about you long enough
To forget why I needed to...
'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night
We dance around the kitchen in the refrigerator light
Down the stairs, I was there, I remember it all too well, yeah
Singing with Blaine (and maybe flirting a little) was definitely fun, especially as the tempo picked up and Blaine got involved with the chords of the song. Plus, it was nice to sing with him rather than singing behind him, though Kurt was pretty sure Blaine was still getting the majority of the lines. Still, they sounded amazing together.
Maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much
But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up
Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well
Hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise
So casually cruel in the name of being honest
I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here
'Cause I remember it all,all, all... too well
These lyrics hit home, but Kurt tried not to focus on it too much. Blaine could be cruel, not that he ever meant to, but he just didn't think through what he did and... well, a policy of being entirely honest with one another didn't really work out for them a lot of the time.
Time won't fly, it's like I'm paralyzed by it
I'd like to be my old self again, but I'm still trying to find it
After plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own
Now you mail back my things and I walk home alone
But you keep my old scarf from that very first week
'Cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me
You can't get rid of it 'cause you remember it all too well, yeah
'Cause there we are again, when I loved you so
Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known
It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well
Wind in my hair, you were there, you remember it all
Down the stairs, you were there, you remember it all
It was rare, I was there, I remember it all too well
A/N: Alison = Megan Hilty
Songs used/mentioned:
'Drops of Jupiter' by Train (mentioned)
'Benny and the Jets' by Elton John (mentioned)
'All Too Well' by Taylor Swift (Bold - Blaine, Italics - Kurt, Bold Italics - Both)
