Hello and Happy New Year! I'm still working on 'Since we were Boys' but I took a little break over Christmas, the latest chapter is with my beta now so should be uploaded soon, just FYI!
This is something that came to me this morning and I really wanted to get it written down. I have a vague idea but I don't know where I'll go with it for certain, but if enough people like it, then I'll seriously consider putting more effort into getting something more substantial!
I hope you like it for now though!
"Blaine! Aren't you going to come down?" Blaine heard his brother inquiring moments before he stepped into his bedroom, uninvited as usual. "The party's just getting started come on, it's Halloween! Liven up a little!"
"Adam, you know parties aren't really my thing, honestly, I'll be fine up here all night. I have this paper to finish anyway," Blaine replied, not taking his eyes off the monitor he was fervently typing at despite his brother's presence.
"That's exactly the reason I want you to come down, seriously, you really need some friends, man!" Blaine paused in his typing to throw a glare at Adam who stood, cross-armed in the doorway. "God, you're such a nerd!" Blaine smiled sarcastically in response before returning to his assignment.
"Adam, they're your friends, not mine. I don't feel like spending the night with a house full of drunken college kids, thank you," Blaine commented as his fingers danced across the keyboard, the soft tapping accompanied by the pounding of the music that could be heard from downstairs.
"I dunno, word got out that I have a free house tonight and there are a lot of people down there. I'm pretty sure I saw some kids from your school hanging around too." Blaine said nothing, if anything this only made his desire to go downstairs and join the party lessen. Adam seemed to catch on to this as he continued. "Hey, maybe if they see how cool and hard-core your older brother is, they might not treat you like such a loser," he finished patronisingly.
"Thank you, Adam," Blaine replied with emphasized finality. Adam got the message as he left in annoyance.
"No wonder nobody freakin' likes you," he muttered as he departed. Blaine stared at the empty doorway for several seconds before sighing and walking over to close it. Adam always left his door open despite how many times Blaine had asked him to close it on his way out. He knew his brother meant well, asking him to join in with the party. It had always been painfully clear that while Blaine succeeded remarkably in academics, Adam was the guy everyone was familiar with whenever anyone mentioned the Anderson clan. Adam, the funny, charming, outgoing, charismatic guy next to Blaine, the younger, quite, gay one who spent most of his time alone in his room. It wasn't difficult to see why people favoured his older brother.
They weren't too different in their appearances, yet Blaine's immaculately gelled hair and glasses made him easy to pick out in a crowd. As he sat alone in his room however, his hair unstuck from its helmet of product, he could pass as-well, normal
He could feel the obnoxiously loud beats of the bass vibrating his bedroom floor as he worked through his essay and despite the racket from the crowd of people below; he managed to finish his paper with ease a little after 10pm. He could write pages about Shakespeare's portrayal of women in his sleep.
With little else to do, he settled on reading a book however as the night went on, the music only increased in volume, the chatter and laughter growing louder and louder as more guests arrived late. Blaine sighed to himself as he tried to take in the words but the music was at deafening levels, even from upstairs.
He took off his glasses, placing them on his bedside table as he eventually decided to venture into the pit of underage drinking to get himself a glass of water. Everyone would be too drunk to notice him by this point and that suited him well. He'd go directly to the kitchen, pour his glass then head straight back upstairs and try to sleep despite the tremendous noise.
He reddened at the site of two half-clothed bodies writhing on his parent's bed before walking briskly past, trying to burn the images from his mind. When he got downstairs, Blaine's jaw dropped at the sheer number of people in his house. It was packed solid with people in costumes dancing and drinking and screaming and his polite requests of 'excuse me' went unheard. He was eventually forced to push through the crowds as he scanned the room for his brother though he was nowhere to be seen.
He was halfway through the living room when a body was pushed forcefully into his own, causing him to stumble forward. A firm grip caught his arm however and he steadied himself.
"Sorry!" yelled a delicate yet masculine voice and Blaine turned to see the owner. Half of his face was covered with a white mask, the other painted with pale makeup. He was quite impressively dressed as the Phantom of the Opera. The boy giggled stupidly before hiccupping-he was also very drunk. Blaine smiled, nodding politely as he spun to continue his way to the kitchen however the boy's hand was still gripped on his arm and pulled him back again. "Dance with me!" he demanded, moving closer and swinging his hips seductively.
"No…thank you…I really have to…I'm not," Blaine stuttered, his face colouring red once again.
"Dance with me!" The Phantom repeated with considerably more force, snaking his hands around Blaine's waist as he struggled for an escape route, only to find he was trapped in the stranger's grasp. At least he hoped it was a stranger…even if those eyes looked hauntingly familiar through the mask of his costume.
The two danced awkwardly to the fast-tempo of the blaring music, the boy's movements were sloppy and over exaggerated while Blaine kept to himself, shuffling slightly to the beat. He really hated parties.
"You're a great dancer!" The drunk boy exclaimed and Blaine raised an eyebrow in response, wondering just how intoxicated he must be to honestly think that. "Seriously, you're really good! You could like…enter contetitions-compests-con…something…" he trailed off, looking confused.
"Competitions?" Blaine supplied, grinning a little.
"Yeah!"
"Thanks…I guess." Blaine offered a little nervously before deciding he should probably return with a compliment of some sort, just to be polite. "I like your costume." The boy's eyes lit up with glee as he tore away from Blaine and did a dramatic, yet wobbly, spin, his cape flaring up and catching on the bodies that were surrounding them.
"Thank you!" he said extremely enthusiastically.
"Phantom of the Opera is one of my favourite musicals," he continued, unsure why he was attempting small talk with a stupendously drunk person. The other's mouth dropped open.
"Oh my gosh, mine too, we have so much in common!" he said in genuine shock, planting a hand against his own chest.
Blaine laughed nervously as the other resumed his dancing. A silence fell between them as Blaine began trying to think of an excuse to leave however before he could put any to use, he suddenly found himself being dragged away from the makeshift dance floor.
"I'm exhausted!" was the Phantom's reasoning as he led Blaine to the sofa and forced him to sit. He picked up one of the many red cups that littered the coffee table at random and took a swig. Blaine scrunched his nose in disgust, sure that it could belong to anyone. "So," the boy said "you like dancing, and I like dancing, and you like Phantom of the Opera and I like Phantom of the Opera." Blaine nodded mutely as the boy shuffled closer. "That's awesome," he continued in a low, steady voice, his hot breath tickling at Blaine's ear which passed through an array of different shades of red. "We should make out." He turned abruptly to see plump pink lips inching closer to his own.
"Wait wha-mmmph," was all that managed to escape when he was suddenly being kissed fiercely. He fell back from shock, their lips separating briefly before being reclaimed as a hand snuck behind his neck and began fondling his hair. Blaine sat, eyes wide and heart beating faster than what should be healthy as he allowed himself to be kissed. It was his first kiss, it was no surprise to him that neither a guy nor a girl had ever shown any type of interest in him but this kiss, despite being with a drunken teenager whom he'd met not ten minutes ago was more than he'd ever dared to hope for.
He kissed back, tentatively at first as he was unsure if he was even doing it right however he became a little more confident when he felt a gravelly moan from the other. Either he was a naturally good kisser or his partner was too drunk to care however it didn't matter because Blaine was kissing someone for the very first time and this someone was not only a boy but a boy whose first reaction of him hadn't been to toss his books to the floor.
The kiss deepened but things became clumsy when the Phantom's white mask got in the way and Blaine decided that he'd much rather feel the soft skin of this boy's face, not the plastic mask. He pulled away gently before reaching over to lift it from his face, mussing up his thick brown hair as he did did so. He tossed the plastic behind him before going in to resume the kiss when suddenly he saw
No. Way.
"Kurt?" he exclaimed in shock, eyes wide and hands frozen in mid air.
"Yeah?" Kurt replied lazily, not noticing anything had changed. Blaine let out a soft whimper. No, this wasn't happening this couldn't be real.
He hated Kurt Hummel, hated him with a passion. He was on the cheerleading squad and had taken it upon himself to make Blaine's high school life a living hell. Blaine was fine with having next to no friends, he was okay with being even less popular than the lunch ladies. He would be fine, that was, if Kurt wasn't around every corner with that sneer, that holier-than-thou look which he delivered to anyone he deemed a loser, including him and the other five members of the glee club which he supposed were probably his 'friends'. He could still feel the cold chill run down his spine from that time Kurt tossed the ice cold Slushie directly into his face just before math. He'd had to spend the whole period cleaning himself up in the bathroom.
But the thing he hated most about Kurt Hummel was that he was completely in love with him.
Because who wouldn't be? He was the single most gorgeous guy Blaine was sure he'd ever layed eyes upon. The way his hips moved so fluidly whenever he got the chance to watch him perform with the Cheerios never failed to send tingles throughout his entire body.
Blaine knew that he had had a crush on Kurt for far longer than he'd despised him. Back in middle school, before he had discovered his talent for cheerleading and his popularity had snowballed, Kurt had been in a similar position to him; shunned by the majority of their classmates. They'd eaten lunch together once or twice and Blaine had helped him with his history homework one time but that was the extent of their interaction.
"Why'djoo stop kissing me?" Kurt slurred, bringing Blaine out of his thoughts. He exhaled heavily. Blaine was smart, 100% on every quiz, A+ in every class he'd ever taken but he was book smart, not common sense smart which was why he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Kurt's, picking up where they had left off. It still felt amazing despite him knowing who it was he was making out with, if anything that even made it all the more spectacular. Because Kurt Hummel was making out with him.
He had to wonder why though. It was quite obvious that Kurt thought of Blaine as having less worth than the dirt beneath his feet. He couldn't find it in himself to care however as Kurt's tongue was suddenly in his mouth. He groaned, loudly before blushing prominently, did he really just do that? Then, suddenly Kurt was pressing in deeper, further, his hand pressed against Blaine's chest until he was lying on his back on the sofa and Kurt climbed on top of him sucking and nibbling at the flesh on his neck. Blaine's breathing grew course and heavy.
"K-Kurt…" he mumbled because it just felt so good and all of his senses were overwhelmed with everything that was Kurt. Kurt sat up and grinned at him slyly before stopping, seemingly to consider something.
"Wait," he whispered, out of breath. "What's your name?" he asked. Blaine's eyes widened. Of course, Kurt was too drunk to even realise who Blaine was. That was why they were currently making out on his sofa. Blaine considered how he should reply before looking into Kurt's expectant eyes; they really were beautiful.
"Blaine," he mumbled, averting his gaze elsewhere but was more than surprised when Kurt nuzzled into his neck once more.
"That's a stupid name," he replied before lifting his head to place his lips back onto Blaine's.
Okay now he was definitely confused.
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