Lots of love for Canuckpagali with wonderful prompts like this: All the Warblers have left the room after Bills Bills Bills. Kurt and Blaine stay behind to gather all the papers that have scattered on the floor. What happens next?
This prompt was so wide open that anything could have happened. So I just started writing and let the words flow and .. well, yeah. Just a few notes; I don't believe Kurt would ever do cleaning by choice. And David does epic backflips.
So, you guys who review and prompt are just lovely. And as such, I want to reward you :D I'm currently up to 228 reviews and 45 (I think?) prompts. So this is what I'm gonna do. To the review who posts the 250th comment and the prompter who posts the 50th prompt, you'll get a sneak peek. Either you can pick a currently unpublished chapter or I can pick one for you, and you'll get to read it before it gets published on here. What I don't want, however, is people spamming reviews until they get to be #250. If my 250th review is something I don't think is genuine, I'll just go to the next proper review. Cool? Cool. (I just realized I messaged someone talking about this and I hadn't posted the chapter yet. So to that person [I've forgotten who], I'm very sorry and it should make sense now)
Enjoy the results of my mind.
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"Guys, I'd say we're ready for Regionals."
The rest of the Warblers cheered, crowding around Blaine and slapping him on the back, chattering excitedly about the upcoming performance. David and Wes were the first out the door, mentioning something about tweaking the setlist to perfection (and David commenting on how awesome Blaine's solo would look with backflips in the background to a dismayed-looking Wes). The rest of the Warblers dispersed in huddles until only a few were left. Thad and Nick took a look at the floor, then at Blaine and Kurt still talking and beat a hasty retreat.
"You looked like you were getting into it, Kurt." Blaine straightened out his blazer and smiled at the newest Warbler.
"Well, it's no New Directions but there is a certain charm about being a ukelele." Kurt smirked, then seemed to realize they were alone. "Of course, some things never change."
Blaine looked around at the papers strewn across the room and the rapidly disappearing Nick and Thad. The door slammed shut and he sighed. "They always do this. Except last time it was streamers. Millions and millions of streamers. And just me."
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "I would never imagine a Warblers number requiring streamers."
"It was David's birthday party. And his request was for us to perform Boom Boom Pow."
"You're kidding, right?" Kurt looked incredulous. "You guys are talented but surely you couldn't just pull that out of nowhere?"
"No, for birthday parties, we get the recipient to request a song a week in advance. David requested, and I quote: 'Boom Boom Pow, with someone other than Blaine leading, and streamers.'"
"Who sung lead then? For that matter, who sung Fergie's part?"
"Thad was Will, Nick rapped and ... well, Fergie wasn't considered a lead so -"
Kurt began to laugh. "That's classic! I never thought your range would be high enough."
Blaine sighed. "You do one performance as a girl and nobody lets you live it down -"
"Blaine. Look who you're talking to. I perform female parts way more than male. Hell, I belted it out on Lady Gaga and sounded better than all of those girls. I don't care what gender you sing, I just wouldn't have believed that you could sing that high. You'll have to show me some time ... when we're not stuck cleaning up the mess."
Blaine became aware that the papers hadn't gotten up and walked out as he had been willing them to and sighed again. "Okay, let's get to it."
After awhile minutes of cleaning up papers in a comfortable silence, Kurt let out a gasp from the other side of the room. "Blaine Anderson, you're in trouble!"
Blaine dropped the papers he was holding onto the table and hurried over. "Oh, crap."
Kurt was standing next to the couch that he had been sitting on at the start of the number. The same couch that Blaine had walked across the back of, which now held his footprints.
"That's vintage." Blaine stammered out.
"I'll go get some cleaning stuff. You stay here and get these papers tidied up and do not let anybody else come in here and see that."
Kurt hurried off and Blaine rushed to pick up the rest of the papers, stacking them neatly on the table. He vaguely noted that a few pages were Wes' History essay and set those aside, the rest of his mind preoccupied with if his family could afford to buy a new vintage couch for Dalton and whether they could get it in and the old one out without the faculty noticing -
"Okay!" Kurt skidded into the room, panting. "Leather stain remover, this should do it."
"You do it, I think I'll ruin it more."
Kurt rolled his eyes but uncapped the bottle and gently worked it into the couch. Blaine shut his eyes, afraid of the outcome.
"You can look."
Blaine hesitantly cracked open an eyelid, then sighed and collapsed into the couch. "You're amazing. Thank you."
"Let me just put this back." Blaine heard the sound of Kurt's disappearing footsteps, keeping his eyes shut and allowing himself to drift into thought. As had been happening the past few days, his mind went straight to thinking about Kurt. After their performance of Baby It's Cold Outside, something had changed between himself and Kurt and Blaine was yet to put his finger on it. It wasn't a bad thing, especially since it meant Kurt was now wanting to spend more time with him, something that Blaine exceptionally enjoyed.
Two nights ago, Kurt had shown up at Blaine's door, taken his textbook from his desk and replaced it with popcorn, Beauty and the Beast, Tangled and The Little Mermaid - a secret favourite of both boys. They had stretched out on Blaine's bed and sung along, ignoring Wes and David knocking at the door wanting to come in and watch too. Blaine had woken up the next morning and found himself tangled in Kurt's arms, using his chest as a pillow. After calming his rapidly beating heart, he had removed himself from Kurt's arms and was in the bathroom by the time Kurt woke.
Why did you run away? Blaine asked himself for what felt like the millionth time. You've woken up like that with David before, you guys just laughed it off. So why was it different for you and Kurt?
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Blaine jumped, his eyes shooting open to see Kurt standing in front of him. He clutched a hand to his chest as Kurt sniggered. "Don't do that to me, Kurt!"
"Sorry," said Kurt, not looking at all sorry. He flopped onto the couch next to Blaine, sitting a little closer than they normally would. Blaine took note of this and the way Kurt's hand lay loosely beside his leg, just waiting to be held...
"So," Blaine broke the silence hurriedly, searching for a topic.
"Mm?" Kurt looked at him, then laughed. "I'm not used to seeing you lost for words. What's up?"
"Just - I don't know." Blaine sighed, then stood abruptly and began to pace.
"Blaine? What's wrong?" Kurt stood as well and was hovering by the couch anxiously, not knowing whether to follow or not.
Blaine stopped as quickly as he had started, staring out the window across the grounds.
"I don't know what I'm doing, Kurt."
He heard Kurt walking over and then an arm wrapped around him. Kurt didn't say anything, he simply stared out the window and waited for Blaine to talk.
"I'm a mess." Blaine said finally. "When I'm up there with the Warblers, I come across as the most collected, in-control guy. I know I do, everybody tells me I do. But as soon as I'm away from the spotlights, I'm not Blaine the Lead Warbler anymore. I'm Blaine who can't talk about his feelings and does things like put stains on vintage furniture then freaks out over it. I'm Blaine who sings along to Disney when I work out and takes close to an hour to do his hair every morning but doesn't admit that to anybody ... except now. Crap."
Kurt laughed as Blaine cringed. "Any more embarrassing secrets?"
"I'm sure I could think of a few." Blaine sighed. "One of those being that I ramble when I'm nervous. Like now."
Kurt continued to chuckle as he pulled Blaine closer to him. "Hi, Blaine-Who-Rambles, my name is Kurt. Mostly known as Kurt the Sarcastic New Kid," Blaine sniggered as he remembered Wes dubbing Kurt with that title during his second week at Dalton, "but to my friends I'm Kurt who talks way too much about his feelings and more so about clothes. I'm Kurt who calls his Dad every second night just to hear his voice, and if you think an hour on hair is bad, well this Kurt spends over an hour on his moisturizing routine every morning and really doesn't admit that one, except now because he trusts Blaine-Who-Rambles. You're not a mess, Blaine, you're human."
And now Blaine was choking up a little because nobody had ever understood him quite as much as Kurt. "I - I don't know what to say, Kurt."
Kurt gently steered him to the nearest couch and sat him down, keeping his arm around him. "You're allowed to be yourself. People may admire and respect Lead Warbler Blaine, but people like you for who you are, Blaine. Why do you think Wes and David rile you up until you lose your cool? They know they're seeing the real you, and while I disagree with their methods, I think what they're doing is good. You need to know that you can be yourself and people will like you for that. I met Warbler Blaine when I first came to spy, but the Blaine who comforted me after the Karofsky incident and took me out for lunch, that was the real Blaine."
Blaine grimaced at the memory. He had managed to get the two of them lost, driving in circles until they finally gave up and went through the nearest drive-thru then ate in the car park. Blaine had been apologizing all afternoon until Kurt simply told him to shut up.
"For anybody else, that wouldn't have been a big deal, but you acted like the world was ending or you'd broken my dryer or something."(1) Blaine raised an eyebrow at this analogy but stayed silent as Kurt continued.
"I want you to know that it's okay to be yourself and people like real Blaine. I certainly do. In fact -" Blaine saw Kurt gulp and mouth something that looked suspiciously like courage. "I kind of love real Blaine."
Love. Love? He - what?
Apparently Blaine was taking too long to understand as Kurt sighed. Next thing Blaine knew, a pair of hands were gently gripping his face and a pair of lips were on his.
Oh. Love. Right.
Kurt pulled away and Blaine opened his eyes. "Hey, wait, where are you going? More of that..."
Kurt gave that delightful laugh of his as Blaine's words caught up with him and he blushed. "That's the Blaine I like to see," he murmured, pressing his lips back against Blaine's before he could complain. Blaine just shrugged.
If it's out of control Blaine he wants, that's what he'll get. He nibbled a little on Kurt's lip and relished in the moan it elicited. Being human sure has its perks.
(1) I did this today. I was working through a huge load of laundry for my employer who's gone away and as I was pulling open the door, it snapped off. I flipped out. I glued it back on (yes, that's right, I glued the door) and it seems okay, for now. I just don't get how a dryer breaks like that...
Okay, I admit it. I'm obsessed with imperfect Blaine - otherwise known as Darren Criss. I'm a StarKid girl as I may have mentioned before, I absolutely adore him in AVPM/S and I want to see that Darren on Glee. He's got amazing talent with his instruments too and they never showcase that. So I pay him tribute by making him a bit more human in my stories. Cause I've seen him do interviews and he's either jumping all over the place and talking way too much or tripping over his words. Which is freaking adorable. So goodbye Blaine the robot! :D also, Darren Criss wrote a song called Human which talks about different flaws and stuff and ends up saying "well that just makes me a dumb human like you." Love!
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