So my granddad died a year and a half ago (weird start to authors note, I know) and unfortunately his wife (my step grandmother) caused a huge fuss with the will reading and took it all to court. The past 18ish months have been terrible for my dad and his siblings as they've tried to fight back against her because all she wanted was money, and more than she was entitled to. So finally the contents have been released and we've been going through everything and I was given a 30 year old video camera and film camera which I love to bits because they're old and vintage and were once my granddads. So very glad that's all over :)
Last night, we flicked the TV on and Ellen is usually on before the 6 o'clock news here, which we don't pay a lot of attention to. And it comes on and there's WARBLERS! It was the Warbler episode! I was absolutely thrilled and sat there glued to the TV and then Ellen interviewing Darren ... and then partway through the TV cut out because of the storm. And I didn't want to act all fangirl in front of my family so I just sat there and went 'oh, no big deal' and cried internally because I love Darren's interviews. And then it came back and Darren was gone :(
I got a review last night talking about my reaction to Prom Queen which basically set me straight from an error of judgement against Blaine's character. They talked about Kurt's issues with intimacy and how he appears to be the sort of person who can't stand to be touched when they're upset, and I realized how right they are. And how Blaine was brave enough to ask Kurt to dance and then acted all extra-bouncy to cheer him up :) So.. um, apologies to Blaine? I still think there's some issues on his side that are going to be addressed along the track, but I forgot that Kurt had his own share of issues. I'm happier about the episode now. Especially after looking at pictures again =D
So, enough of real Glee, let's go to my pretend world :) from Broken Gold: How about Klaine are in their coffee shop ( it's there's[sic], really ) and the barista asks them how long they've been dating and feelings are recognized and later acted upon.
It really is theirs, isn't it? This filled me with glee (yes, it did) when I read it because I immediately started mapping it out and knowing it would be a long one.
By the way, the first few lines were annoying for me because I couldn't work out what to make their argument about. So I enlisted the help of ActingLikeGarfieldOnaMonday, otherwise known as Ryleigh (and because she helped and she's awesome, I gave her a mention in the story) and while I waited for a reply, I wrote it with the word 'something' in parenthesis in the parts where they're arguing about the topic. In fact, it even sat on my Document Uploader like that. Just a random fact for y'all ;)
Coffee
"Blaine, I don't care how many times you say it, it doesn't make it true. Lady Gaga is infinitely more genius than Katy Perry"
Kurt pulled open the door to the coffee shop, gesturing for Blaine to enter first. He smiled before remembering he was supposed to be annoyed at Kurt. "Admit it, you preferred Katy's live performance more. She's got so much more ... spark!"
"Nu uh. No way." Blaine stuck his tongue out in response, then turned to the barista who was smiling at their antics. "I'll take a -"
"Medium drip with a tall nonfat mocha?"
Blaine blinked. "Um, yeah. We really come here too often, don't we?"
The barista laughed as Kurt blushed, stepping a little closer to Blaine who reveled in the contact. "That's okay, it's good for business." She turned and began to make their coffees as Blaine and Kurt walked over to the drop-off point.
"So, what are you up to tomorrow?" Kurt picked up a spoon and twirled it in his fingers nonchalantly, not noticing Blaine staring at his fingers in awe.
"How do you do that?" Blaine grabbed a spoon of his own and tried to twirl it, dropping it on the counter with a clatter. "That's amazing."
"I practice sai swords. That's nothing."
Blaine spluttered, lost for words. "Since when? How did I not know about this?"
"Since I was ten. It's just a hobby, I didn't think it was that important."
"It's incredible." Blaine watched as the blush spread across Kurt's face again, idly noting how adorable he was when he was flustered.
Give it up, Anderson. He doesn't feel the same.
Blaine sighed, pretending to watch the barista make their coffees as he looked at Kurt out of the corner of his eye. He had realized he had feelings for Kurt about two weeks ago and ever since, every day had been wonderful and terrible rolled into one. The first week had been alright, they were both busy with their exams and had only seen one another in passing and at meals. But now they were on holiday and both boys were staying at Dalton - Kurt's parents were finally taking their honeymoon while Finn camped out at Puck's, Blaine's parents were cruising around the world. The majority of the other Dalton boys had gone home, leaving Kurt and Blaine free to spend as much time together as they pleased. Which happened to be every day.
Blaine knew that keeping his feelings from Kurt were starting to affect him and it wouldn't be long before Kurt noticed, prised the truth out of him then gently let him down. The longer Blaine kept that from happening, the better.
"Order up, boys." The barista had finished their coffees while Blaine had been lost in thought and he jumped slightly when a coffee was thrust in front of him.
"You okay, Blaine?" Kurt touched his arm gently, looking at him apprehensively. "You were pretty lost in thought there."
Blaine smiled, trying not to shiver at the contact. "Yeah, I'm good. Thanks, Kurt." He knew his mouth pronounced Kurt's name differently now, more emphasis on the fact that it was Kurt he was talking to. So far, another thing Kurt hadn't noticed, thankfully.
But apparently someone had. The barista - Blaine checked her nametag, Ryleigh - gave him a knowing smile, then asked the question that would quite possibly mean the end of his sanity and Kurt's obliviousness:
"So, how long have you two been dating?"
Kurt and Blaine both froze in the act of taking their coffees. Kurt was the first to recover.
"I - we're not - I mean -"
"Oh, crap! I'm sorry, I shouldn't assume things. I just thought - I mean, I'm not saying you look gay or anything..."
"We are." Blaine finally found his voice, albeit slightly strangled. "We're just - not each other -"
"Oh, okay. I'm really sorry." The girl looked incredibly apologetic and Blaine couldn't hold it against her, as much as he wanted to. He chanced a glance at Kurt who was holding onto the counter, an unreadable expression on his face. Then, suddenly, something seemed to snap within his eyes and he pushed away.
"I - I've got to go. Just remembered I'm hanging out with Mercedes this afternoon." Kurt turned and bolted out the door, Blaine watching him go. He bit his lip, then turned back to see that Kurt had forgotten his coffee and Ryleigh was standing with her hands covering her mouth.
"I'm so so sorry, I wish I hadn't said anything, I've probably ruined everything now -"
"Ryleigh, it's okay! It's not your fault, it's mine for never telling him how I felt." Blaine sighed, picking up both coffee cups. "I'd better go, I'm gonna talk it out with one of my friends. Thanks for the coffee."
As Blaine slid into his car, he suddenly realized that he had driven Kurt there and freaked out. Kurt's out there walking around on his own. Pulling out his phone to call him, he saw a new text on the screen.
Mercedes has picked me up. I'll be back at Dalton at 5. - Kurt
Blaine swallowed the lump in his throat, then scrolled through his contacts and called Wes.
"Okay, white boy, tell me what's going on." Mercedes sat down on the sofa next to Kurt who had barely said a word since she had picked him up from the Lima Bean ten minutes ago. He had been completely lost in thought, but shook out of it at Mercedes' gentle prompting.
"The barista asked how long Blaine and I had been dating."
Mercedes looked at him for a few seconds. "That's it? Come on, Kurt, you and I have been asked that before, we just laughed it off. What's really going on?"
Kurt stared at his fingers, twisting them together. "I - 'Cedes... I think -"
"You like him, don't you."
Kurt's head snapped up to his friend who was smiling smugly. He groaned and dropped his head into his hands. "How long have you known?"
"Since before you did, I reckon. I mean, you had a picture of the guy in your locker after having hung out with him twice. Of course something was going to happen. The question is, why'd you run out on him just because someone assumed you were dating?"
"Because he just stood there!" Kurt felt himself choke up as he finally exploded. "She said it and I thought he would've laughed it off and said we weren't, but he stood there as if the idea repulsed him. He looked shocked that anybody would think that. He's never -"
"- never even considered me that way, Wes. And then he ran out of there like the place was on fire and I know he didn't have plans with Mercedes because we were going to hang out for the rest of the day."
Blaine pressed the phone to his ear with a shaking hand, still sitting in the Lima Bean car park, as Wes' voice crackled down the line.
"Why does this matter so much to you, Blaine? Pretend I'm stupid and tell me."
Blaine sighed, then finally laid it out on the line. "I'm attracted to him, Wes. Big time. And knowing he doesn't feel the same, it hurts."
"You don't know that for sure, Blaine." Blaine could almost hear the look on Wes' face; pity with a tinge of impatience.
"But, his reaction -"
"How did you react?"
"I - I didn't know what to do. I just stood there... like he did." Blaine's eyes widened.
"Exactly. You both reacted the same. You can't -"
"- can't make a judgement from that because you both did the same thing."
Kurt stared at Mercedes like he had never seen her before. Don't jump to conclusions, don't get your hopes up, the internal pessimist chanted away.
"That's not true. I ran out, which kinda proved I had something to hide."
"And he stayed silent. Which, as you've told me in the past, is exactly what Blaine does when he's dealing with issues. Perhaps he was trying to work out how to deal with the fact that his attraction to you might be coming to the surface."
"Mercedes, I want to believe you, but -"
"- but I can't get my hopes up, Wes. I don't want to get hurt."
Blaine tried desperately to keep the emotion out of his voice, thankful that Wes was in another state instead of there with him.
"Yeah, you've been hurt before, Blaine. I know. But isn't Kurt worth -"
"- worth letting in?"
Kurt thought about Blaine. He thought about the boy who had been there for him every time he had been hurt. The boy who was willing to come to his school three days after meeting him to help him with a bully when there was no obligation. The Blaine who told him to have courage.
"Okay, I'll do it."
Blaine thought about Kurt. The boy who made Blaine realize he could cut loose occasionally and be himself. The boy who seemed to instinctively know when Blaine was having a bad day and would always be there to talk him through. The Kurt who he had told to have courage, so where was his own?
"I'll do it."
Kurt drummed the steering wheel on his way back to Dalton, anxiously checking the clock. 4:30. That would give him plenty of time to get back, go to his room, freak out a little then go and meet Blaine. He had spent the past few hours talking with Mercedes, trying to work out the perfect way to talk about what had happened and to finally admit his feelings.
Kurt jumped as his phone buzzed on the seat next to him. He glanced over at the screen, immediately pulling over when he saw the name there: Blaine. Putting the car into Park (his dad had made him promise to never text and drive and he stuck to that), he opened the text with shaking hands.
Meet me in the choir room when you get back? - Blaine
Kurt furrowed his brow, then quickly shot off a reply.
Sure thing, be there in ten. - Kurt
He pulled back onto the road, trying to stop his hands from shaking. The drive to Dalton was both too long and not long enough, Kurt finding himself in the car park before he was aware of it. He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed his bag. As he walked in, a text buzzed in from Mercedes
Love you, white boy. Go get your man! - M
Kurt smiled, pocketing his phone as he made his way through the foyer. Walking up the stairs, he paused for a second on the step where he had met Blaine. He would never admit it, but he stopped there as often as he could, remembering the moment when their eyes had met and something had passed between them. Pulling himself out of nostalgia, Kurt quickly made his way up the rest of the stairs and down the hall to the choir room.
Breathe, Kurt. It's just Blaine.
Funnily enough, this didn't help calm Kurt's nerves any as he paused outside the door to the choir room. He couldn't hear anything from inside so hesitantly poked his head around the door to see -
Blaine. Who was standing with his back to Kurt, in front of the grand piano that Kurt admired every time he came in but had never heard anybody play. He knew Blaine had taken lessons but he never played much anymore, which was a pity. Kurt had always imagined those fingers dancing across the keys gracefully, making beautiful melodies that Blaine would play for Kurt - don't get ahead of yourself, Hummel.
Kurt cleared his throat gently and Blaine spun around. "Kurt," he said quietly, a small smile on his face. Kurt tried to read him and found there were too many emotions to even begin to comprehend what was going on in his mind. "Hey."
"Hi," Kurt responded simply, still staring at the boy in front of him. There was so much in that expression - fear, confusion, happiness, sadness, nervousness... Kurt gave up and just hoped all would be explained soon, even though he knew he had his own share of explaining to do.
"Kurt -" Blaine let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair. "Look, I don't know how to say what's on my mind. You know I suck at expressing myself. So, I'm going to sing it. Cliche, yes. Hopefully it helps you understand what happened today for me."
And before Kurt could respond, Blaine had walked over and taken his hand, pulling him over to the piano. Blaine sat on one side of the bench and Kurt joined him, staring down at the keys with Blaine's hands poised over them. Is he really -?
The hands hit the keys and some of the most beautiful notes Kurt had ever heard erupted from the instrument. He felt his breath leave him as Blaine began to play, and just as he felt he was getting himself under control, Blaine started to sing and he was knocked senseless again.
"Look into my eyes - you will see,
What you mean to me
Search your heart - search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more"
Kurt could barely move as the words invaded his brain - they were for him. Mercedes was right, Blaine did feel the same. Everything fell into place in his mind; the looks, the subtle touches, spending so much time together the past week. It wasn't just him, it was Blaine too.
"Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for
You know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you"
As Blaine played the instrumental, Kurt felt the tears beginning to roll down his cheeks at the emotion that had flowed from Blaine's words. Blaine was giving him something amazing, and he wanted to give something in return. As Blaine broke into the last chorus, Kurt let his voice mix into a perfect harmony with Blaine's. Even our voices knew we were going to get together before we did. They've always been together.
"Oh, you can't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
I can't help it, there's nothin' I want more
I would fight for you, I'd lie for you
Walk the wire for you, you know I'd die for you."
By now, Blaine had stopped playing and had turned to face Kurt as they both sang. Kurt felt himself choking up at the emotion in Blaine's eyes, the same hesitant hope he had felt when Blaine had started singing. He saw the instant that it became clear to Blaine that this was real, that they both felt the same way and it was okay.
"You know it's true,
Everything I do,
I do it for you."
And as the last note echoed around the room in perfect harmony, Blaine leaned in and kissed him. It was only quick, but they both knew it said more than words ever could.
Kurt spoke first. "I'm sorry I ran. I thought -"
"That I didn't feel the same? So did I, I was just -"
"Scared? Me too." They looked at each other for a second, then laughed. "We're too damn predictable," Kurt said, entwining his hand in Blaine's.
"Yep. Can you predict what will happen next?" Blaine reached up to gently brush a strand of Kurt's hair out of his eyes.
"I predict you'll kiss me again. Because if you don't, I might have to instead."
Blaine looked deep in thought for a second. "Well I was going to say that we could watch Tangled again but I suppose if you want to -"
Kurt cut him off by kissing him again, feeling Blaine chuckle against his lips before pulling away with another thought.
"We really need to go back and thank that barista."
"About freaking time, isn't it?" Wes looked across the sand, a drink held in one hand with his phone clutched in the other.
"Yep. You've been dropping hints too, I suppose." Mercedes' voice came down the line to him.
"Of course, they just care too much. It's always been Blaine's downfall."
"And Kurt's," Mercedes agreed. "I'll let you know when he calls me, I'm sure I'll get all the details, even the ones I don't want. And we're still meeting up at Breadstix when you get back?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world. Enjoy your holiday, my partner in crime." Wes laughed as they said goodbye, hanging up and leaning back in his chair. It was good to be in charge.
I kinda loved writing this. The song is (Everything I Do) I Do It For You - Bryan Adams and yes, it's one of the most cliche love songs out there but trust me, I trawled through a site called 101 Best Love Songs of all time and I got very close to the end before I found anything applicable for this moment. So cliche it is.
Yes, that is a hint at something between Mercedes and Wes. I love the idea of them being partners in crime, and I reckon that something could easily happen. So I will do my best to work it into a prompt somewhere, or wait to get a double date prompt (hint hint)
And I finally worked in the sai swords! Am I seriously the only one who finds that incredibly hot? If you haven't checked out the video, go search for it. Chris Colfer is beyond amazing. (Apparently I'm not the only one who realizes the hotness of the swords, I got a prompt! :D )
Please review :)
P.S. I have activated anonymous reviews, because I think there are people out there who read this but can't be bothered making accounts. So I know I'm also opening myself up to anonymous flames, and that's okay. I've had an amazing string of positive, lovely reviews, so it's time to hear some of that negativity that's out there (I was told tonight that there are people who want to kill Klaine fics because of Blaine, what the hell is that?). So, to my readers who don't have accounts, please send your thoughts!