In a matter of three chapters, this story received nearly another hundred reviews! Thank you all for being such loving fans :) todays prompt comes from Canuckpagali, Broken Gold and Silverlily909: Kurt and Blaine are at the football stadium during the Thriller episode. McKinley has won. They hug each other in joy... and realize they really don't want to let go of each other. What happens next?
What does happen next? Well, I could've taken the easy route and made them kiss right there and then and have everything lovely from that point on. I didn't - well, not exactly. Sorry all but that would've been like a 300 word chapter and a bit boring TBH. Plus, I hadn't done a chapter like this yet and really wanted to - it can't all be 'oh, we kissed, everything's great now.' Hope you enjoy it anyway, I sure did!
Okay, so in a previous chapter I mentioned that kid Blaine who came to visit? Yeah, well tonight was Crusaders vs. Highlanders (Highlanders won!) and we had their family come over for dinner before everyone (minus me) left to go see the game. Their mum walks in the door and goes, "Blaine's face is painted, come in and show them Blaine!" and for a second there I'm just waiting for Darren Criss to walk in with his face painted ready to go watch the game. Which just lead me to have to write this now even though there's five other prompts in queue before this one..
Okay readers, a quick few notes that apply to pretty much EVERYONE, so please read:
1. First, to the people who give me prompts: I love getting prompts. They make my day. What I hate is when people prompt me and and say 'it's a stupid idea but if you want to...' or something like that. Don't put yourselves down like that, please. If you prompt an idea, you obviously think enough of the idea to send it to me (and I seriously feel priviledged that you guys like my writing enough to have me write them) so please feel good about them! I have only rejected one or two prompts so far and it's either because they're too close to things I've already done, I can't get the footage, the prompt doesn't make sense or I just don't think I can make it work. Okay? Believe in yourselves, guys!
2. Okay, I've been prompted from Born This Way (don't read if you don't want spoilers!) to do the scene where Blaine sings "Somewhere Only We Know" and their first kiss happens there. So I wrote it up, looked at it and actually felt bad. In my opinion, the scene in Glee was so freaking perfect that I can't justify putting up a scene that I feel is worse. While I would've liked to have seen them kiss, I appreciate that they didn't and I think it worked equally as well with that heart-wrenching hug goodbye. So, this is what's going to happen. I won't upload it. BUT, I know there are at least two people who have prompted it. So what I want you to do is leave a review saying "I want to read the Born This Way scene" and don't leave it anonymously because I'll inbox you the story. That way you can read it and I don't feel bad for my writing. Cool? Awesome :) P.S. The other Born This Way scene that others have asked for, right at the end after the song, is still a go! Just wait patiently :) really patiently, it's near the back of the queue.
Thanks for bearing with me and enjoy the story! (I would've put this on the previous authors note but it was busy enough back there)
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Football
"McKinley wins!"
Kurt screamed, jumping up and down in the bleachers and clapping his hands together in delight. Burt was yelling at the top of his lungs and Carol was crying as her son was submerged in a group hug with the rest of the team, the New Directions girls running towards them. On the other side, Blaine was also cheering and punching a fist in the air.
Kurt turned towards Blaine and he was quickly engulfed in a hug. Blaine barely knew the team but the excitement was contagious and if it made Kurt this excited, he wanted to be a part of it too. Kurt pulled back and before Blaine knew what he was doing, he kissed him.
Blaine felt Kurt's breath stutter against his lips before the younger boy relaxed into the touch, kissing Blaine back. Aware of where they were, Blaine pulled away slightly to look Kurt in the eyes and what he saw there scared and exhilirated him at the same time. He could see Kurt swallow and duck his head to lean in again, and -
- a yell came from the stands behind them and something wet was dripping down his face.
Blaine stood frozen trying to work out what was going on. Kurt immediately pulled away from him and turned to locate the culprit, a hockey player sitting a few seats behind them. "What is your problem?" he screamed, pointing a finger at him. "You've already driven me out, can't you let me have one second of happiness?" Blaine looked to Burt to see what was going on only to find him heading out of the stands and up to confront the hockey punk and his father. Carol was crying again and fumbling in her bag for something - Blaine couldn't tell what.
It was only when Kurt turned back to him and Blaine finally saw the purple ice dripping down his face when he realized. They'd been slushied.
"Blaine, I'm so sorry."
Kurt hadn't spoken a word in the past ten minutes. They'd quickly left the stands under the watchful eyes of McKinley High and made their way to the nearest bathroom. Under the harsh fluorescent light, Kurt had helped Blaine first, washing the slushy gently out of his eyes and hair before turning his attention to his own state. Blaine helped as best as he could but Kurt was an expert at this - something that broke Blaine's heart.
Hell, when Kurt had mentioned being slushied, Blaine had imagined being a bit cold and uncomfortable. This was freaking painful. His eyes burned from whatever was in the putrid drink, his clothes were probably completely ruined (honestly, how did Kurt stand this with his expensive wardrobe?) and he smelt terrible. But the worst thing was seeing Kurt looking so ashamed, like he was the one to cause this.
"Kurt, this is not your fault."
"Yes it is!" Kurt yelled, slamming a hand down on the ceramic bench top. "I should have known better than to bring you here! Those idiots have it out for me and any guy I happen to be with at the time is going to get it too. I was so naive to think that they might just ignore me being there, but of course not -"
"Kurt," Blaine interrupted gently, placing a slightly sticky hand on Kurt's shoulder. "I knew about the risk of coming here, even if you hadn't thought about it. And I decided that the risk was worth it. I spend my life hiding behind the walls of Dalton and someday it will be gone and I'll be vulnerable to the world. I can't stay there, unprepared. Stuff like this is going to happen in real life and if I ever want to have a boyfriend," both boys blushed at this before Blaine continued, "I need to be ready for it. And it was worth it. The game was fantastic and I love spending time with you and your family. So don't be sorry, okay?"
Kurt nodded and pulled away, wrinking his nose up when he took in the state of Blaine's shirt. "You really need to get that washed before it stains any more."
"So do you," Blaine said, gesturing to Kurt's outfit.
Kurt looked down and nearly had a coronary. "Ohmygod, this is Ralph Lauren!" he screamed, pulling his scarf from around his neck and immediately dousing it in cold water. "Those neanderthals are going to pay! When I get out of here -"
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt until the boy stopped shaking, the anger lessening. "I don't want you going anywhere near those idiots. Besides, your dad was headed in their direction, I think he's got it under control." He stepped back so Kurt could continue to wash his scarf and pulled his ruined shirt off, examining the stains across it.
"Does this stuff actually come out?" he asked.
Kurt looked up. "Sometimes but probably not ... out of ... that."
Blaine raised an eyebrow and was about to question Kurt when he saw the younger boy's gaze had dropped to his now-exposed chest. Feeling somewhat self-conscious, Blaine crossed his arms across his chest.
"Don't do that!" Kurt squeaked before clapping a hand over his mouth.
Blaine smirked at the rapidly-reddening Kurt before cutting him some slack and beginning to wash out his shirt. The two worked in silence for some time before Blaine turned to Kurt.
"So, Kurt, how often -"
But the question died on his lips because Kurt was gripping the edge of the sink, tears streaming down his face. Blaine dropped the shirt back into the sink with a wet plop before reaching out and pulling Kurt into his arms. Kurt began to sob against his shoulder and Blaine gently rubbed his hand across his back, rocking the two of them slightly. After a few minutes there was a slight knock on the door and Kurt pulled away, wiping his eyes.
Burt's head poked around the door before he caught sight of his son. He immediately stepped into the room and embraced Kurt, muttering into his ear. Blaine turned his attention to getting the stains out of Kurt's scarf (to hell with his shirt, it was ruined), giving the two a moment alone and trying to ignore the fact that Kurt's father had just caught his son in the arms of a half-naked, gay teenage boy.
After a few minutes, Burt cleared his throat and Blaine determined it was safe to turn around. "So I had a talk to that young man and his father. It just so happens that your old principal was in the stands behind us and took them away for a proper chat, something about determining the future of the boy at McKinley. Though before he could get to us, I happened to mention something about him not surviving high school wherever he went if he ever messed with my son again. So - uh, you won't have to worry about him."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Dad, you didn't have to threaten him with bodily harm. I've dealt with it before." But the look on his face told Burt how much he truly appreciated the care.
Burt cleared his throat again. "Yeah, well. Do you need us to help with anything kiddo, or -"
"No, we've got it, Dad. Thanks. How about you and Carol head on home? Blaine and I will just head back to Dalton soon, we're nearly done here."
Burt nodded, wrapping an arm around his son again before turning towards Blaine. Before Blaine had time to cringe, Burt was clapping a hand on his shoulder and muttering a quick, "Look after my son." Blaine nodded and murmured, "Always."
As Burt left the room, Kurt gave Blaine an incomprehensible look before taking the scarf and examining the damage. "Well, that's the best we're going to get here. I can run it through the wash when we get back to Dalton anyway. How's your shirt?"
"Ruined."
Kurt sighed. "I'll buy you a new one."
Blaine shook his head. "No you won't, idiot. It's just a shirt." And before Kurt could argue back, he quickly changed the subject. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"About your shirt?" Kurt gave a slightly nervous laugh. "Not really, except to say you need to stop buying cheap polyester blends, I've told you a million times -"
"Not about my shirt."
Kurt sighed. "Not in here. Besides, we need to get back before curfew." Grabbing their stuff, the two boys headed out to Blaine's car which was thankfully still in once piece and hadn't been vandalized or keyed. The drive back to Dalton was mostly silent, Blaine's music softly playing in the background. Kurt stared out the window and Blaine left him to his thoughts, knowing Kurt would talk when he was ready.
As they pulled into the student parking lot, Kurt pulled a spare jacket out of the backseat and handed it to Blaine. At the questioning look on his friends face, Kurt explained, "Do you really want to explain to any teachers why we're getting back just before curfew and you don't have a shirt? Or Wes and David for that matter?"
"Fair point," said Blaine, slipping the jacket on and grabbing his and Kurt's wet clothes from the backseat before the two boys headed into Dalton. Without any discussion, they headed for Kurt's room, knowing Wes would throw a tantrum until he got answers then pitch a fit at the explanation given.
As soon as they got in the door, Kurt grabbed his scarf and went into his bathroom, presumably to set up some overnight stain remover or something. Blaine looked at his shirt before sighing and chucking it in the bin. He unzipped Kurt's jacket and hung it up, then sat on the edge of the bed and waited.
"I think that should do it." Kurt walked out of the bathroom and stopped short at the sight of Blaine. "Oh. You're shirtless again."
Blaine winked, then patted the bed next to him for Kurt to sit.
"Are you okay?"
Normally, Kurt could shrug this question off with a standard response. Looking at Blaine though, he knew that he had to tell the truth.
"Not really. I had hoped that the hatred was over. That the fact that I was gone would be enough to stop them from trying to hurt me more every chance they got. But I can't do anything about what's happened, I just have to keep moving forward. Courage and all that." Kurt gave a small but genuine smile.
"Spoken like a true warrior," Blaine quipped, pulling Kurt in close and kissing the top of his head. A second later, both boys froze. Oh right, Blaine thought, we kissed back there. We should probably talk about that...
Kurt pulled away and turned so they were eye-to-eye.
"I really appreciate you being there tonight."
"I wouldn't have been anywhere else."
Blaine looked contemplatively at Kurt's lips for a moment before deciding. To hell with talking.
Oh yes, Kurt's lips were delicious. And judging by the way Kurt looked when Blaine pulled away, so were Blaine's. Except -
"You still taste like grape slushy."
Kurt laughed. "Yes, that goes away in a couple of hours. But I'm sure we won't notice it after awhile." And now it was his turn to wink at Blaine.
Blaine smirked. "I like your thinking, Mr Hummel."
Happy? I hope you are, I am. Original authors note on the day of finishing writing the story: 'It's 11:54pm on the evening before Easter and the family that I work for will probably be up at 5 or some other horrid hour, pulling me out of bed to find all the easter eggs that I hid about an hour ago. Sigh. At least I get chocolate!' (I'm a bit ahead in writing my prompts, but there's still so many!)
And that line about Kurt's lips being delicious? Taken out of the original BICO song, but they skipped that line which I was sad about. Though I think it would've been something on Blaine's mind since that song ;) by the way, this is my absolute favourite chapter... so far. Though there's another chapter a few back in the queue that might just top it ;) keep posted for that one, it's full of fluff. And songs!
Please review and prompt! :)