100 FREAKING PROMPTS! I'm drowning in a sea of Klaine and love... you guys are all so wonderful, you know that? WONDERFUL. I seriously never saw this making it past ten or so chapters, if that. So to be sitting there with a document called Kiss103 waiting for me to write... wow. Just wow. Who's going to see it through to the end? (whenever that may be...) Also, do you guys want me to cap it anywhere or are you happy for me to write into indefinite numbers of prompts? Because I've only seen a couple of other stories around here that go over 100 chapters... your call, guys! I still get prompts that make me squeal in happiness so I'm happy to keep going for as long as the (good and writeable) prompts keep coming :)
This is my first Kiss chapter that has actually been edited by someone who wasn't me. I sent this off to Angela AKA SquirrelzAttack who looked through it for me because I'm looking through some of her stories because she's starting to post fanfiction because there were too many becauses in that sentence ;) but seriously, go check her out. She's doing a Warblers drabble series, loosely based on the iPod challenge and it really is awesome work. I consider it a privilege to have her look over my work and be able to look over hers (though we drive each other crazy with our nitpicking!) I love her work :)
From the mind of akatrixie: Okay, this really doesn't fit the canon storyline. But Kurt takes Blaine to McKinley to introduce him to his friends, and Blaine gathers all of ND in a big group. Kurt doesn't know why. But then Blaine professes his love for Kurt and goes all sappy and romantic. And Kurt gets exasperated and kisses him.
I love stories that don't fit canon. It means I get to make up my own back story for it and then the story isn't some little 1000 word thing that I stare at and bemoan cause it's so short. So thank you :) I already have them gathered together because it's easier than trying to write one where Klaine's walking through the hallways and having to deal with the jocks and stuff. (This is also awesome because 100th prompt was akatrixie too!)
I heart exasperated Kurt. He still doesn't quite hold a candle to tired Blaine, but he's a close second ;)
Introductions
"So, which house is yours?"
Kurt's voice crackled through his bluetooth as Blaine pulled onto the street. "The white one on the left with my car outside it."(1)
"Of course, that's a dead giveaway." Blaine chuckled, pulling into the driveway. "Alright, I'm outside, you ready?"
"On my way." The phone went dead and Blaine drummed his fingers nervously on the steering wheel, his eye on the front door. When Kurt had said he wanted to introduce him to his New Directions friends, Blaine's mind had immediately started putting ideas together. The group was bound to start making comments, and Blaine figured he could use it to his advantage to finally admit to the younger boy how he felt.
Blaine sighed. He hadn't seen Kurt since Friday when he had left for the weekend as he always did. Blaine stayed at Dalton most weekends, which hadn't been a problem until Kurt had arrived. Now those two days were spent in a state of boredom, waiting for him to get back so they could hang out. This weekend had been particularly bad. Just before he had left, Blaine had wandered over to Kurt's room to say goodbye and see if he needed help with his bags, only to overhear him chatting to Mercedes about their meeting on Monday.
"I hope you guys like him." Kurt had said apprehensively. There was silence while Mercedes said something. Then, "Yes, I know you know almost everything about him. I'm sorry if Blaine happens to be the guy I'm crushing on big time." Silence. "No, I haven't told him. How could I? He wouldn't feel the same."
Blaine stayed frozen against the wall, knowing he shouldn't be listening but unable to help himself. Kurt liked him?
"Anyway, 'Cedes, I'd better go. Blaine will be here in a couple of minutes and then I'll be back for the weekend. We'll go shopping, okay?"
Blaine quickly tiptoed back up the hall, waiting five minutes before making his way back down to Kurt's room and greeting him as if nothing was different, noting that Kurt looked slightly nervous. As they walked down to Kurt's car, he brought up the subject he had been chatting to Mercedes about, Blaine feigning ignorance.
"So, Blaine, you know how Monday's a Teacher Conference?"
Blaine hummed in agreement, shuffling the bag from one arm to another.
"Well, I was wondering if you'd like to come out to McKinley to meet my friends. They all really want to meet you and I figured if we went during Glee practice, none of the jocks would hunt us down, and I'll make sure nobody has a problem with the 'enemy' coming in or anything."
"I'd love to, Kurt." Blaine smiled, chucking the bag into the backseat of Kurt's Navigator, before pulling the boy into a quick hug. "I'll see you on Monday, then?"
When he had watched Kurt drive away, his brain was already in motion of how to make the moment perfect.
Blaine was jarred back to reality by the front door opening and Kurt emerging, looking immaculately dressed as usual.(2) He leaned back in the door to say something to his dad, then shut it behind him and walked over to Blaine's car, sliding into the passenger seat. "Hey there," he greeted as Blaine pulled out of the driveway.
"Hey you," Blaine said, smiling at him quickly. "Good weekend?"
"Yeah. I rearranged my room again and baked with Carol. You?"
"Worked on assignments." Blaine pulled a face as Kurt chuckled. "Now, are you going to direct me there or what?"
Between directions, Kurt gave him the low down on the members of his old Glee club.
"So I talk about Mercedes a lot, you probably know enough about her. She's really looking forward to meeting you so there won't be any issues there. Rachel's our diva, she'll hate you on principle because she's had a bad experience with the competition before, don't take it personally. Tina probably won't say much but she's lovely. Quinn - well it depends on her mood. She'll probably spend the whole time on Finn's arm glaring at Rachel, but I think she'll be nice enough to you. Ignore anything that comes out of Brittany or Santana's mouths - Brittany's won't make sense and you'll end up with a headache trying to work it out, Santana's will scar you for life. I mean it. You've met Finn already, of course."
Blaine remembered back to the awkward dinner he had with Kurt's family a few weeks ago and winced. "It won't be that bad, I promise. Quinn will keep him in line. Artie's cool, he's in a wheelchair but you'll adjust pretty quickly to that. Mike's kinda like Tina, and considering they're dating we might not hear much from them either. Sam's cool as well, he's one of the jocks but the nice type. Puck is absolutely crazy and will probably make you wish you'd never met him, but he means well. And Lauren, I haven't had much to do with her at all, but she's kinda like Puck I think."
Blaine blinked a couple of times. "I've forgotten all of that already. And I won't know who's who anyway."
Kurt laughed. "That's okay, I'll look after you." His cheeks flushed slightly at this and Blaine pretended not to have noticed as he pulled into the parking lot.
"So, am I going to get keyed here?" Blaine meant it as a joke but Kurt's eyes widened in realization.
"Possibly. They'll know you're not from here. If they do, Dad will fix it up for free though."
Blaine winced at the though of someone ruining his car but got out reluctantly, making sure it was locked before allowing Kurt to lead him into the building. As they walked, Blaine allowed his hand to slip into Kurt's, who looked stunned but didn't pull away.
I seriously don't know how he hasn't caught on to me yet, Blaine thought to himself as they neared the choir room. It's sure going to make this afternoon interesting though.
"You'll probably want to take a step back when we get in there," Kurt advised, letting go of his hand to open the door. Blaine was about to ask why when Kurt burst in. "Hellooo New Directions!"
"KURT!"
Blaine slipped away just in time as the whole group converged on Kurt, hugging him and asking him questions. In the chaos, nobody had noticed Blaine so he leant against the piano, watching the madness and how happy Kurt looked with these people. Then he saw Kurt turn to him with a smile, and he knew it was reserved only for him.
"Guys, let me breathe! Go and sit down or something so I can introduce you to Blaine!"
The group turned as one and Blaine blushed slightly under the attention. He waved awkwardly as Kurt shooed everybody to sit down, then beckoned Blaine to stand with him.
"Everyone, this is Blaine. No, Rachel, he's not here to spy. Neither of us are." Kurt glared at a brunette girl who had opened her mouth to speak and now looked very put out.
"It's nice to meet you, Blaine." A dark-skinned girl spoke up from one of the seats, smiling at him. "I'm Mercedes."
"I've heard about you, good to finally put a face to a name." Blaine smiled at her, then surveyed the rest of the club. He recognized Finn, which meant the blonde girl practically sitting in his lap was Quinn. Artie, of course, the one in the wheelchair. Everybody else, Blaine drew a blank on, waiting for them to introduce themselves.
"Where's my straight copy?" Blaine looked at the Latina girl who had asked the question, a sultry look in her eyes. Santana?
"Are you a dolphin like Kurt?" So that must be Brittany, Blaine decided as he tried to work out what the correct answer was to that question. He noticed the two girls had their pinkies linked and decided to wonder over that later.
"Yes, Brit, he's a dolphin. Pity that, he's a sexy dolphin," the other girl purred, raising her eyebrow suggestively. Blaine coughed and looked away, catching Kurt's eye.
"Santana, behave," Kurt admonished the girl sternly, though Blaine could see the edge of a smirk. "We don't want to scare Blaine away."
"No, I'm sure you don't," came the comment from the guy at the back. Blaine took a proper look at him - classic tough guy, he decided immediately. Then he took in the girl sitting next to him. Oh-kay, steer clear of those two.
"Puck, you're not helping. Can I assume this is Lauren?"
The girl smirked, snapping her gum. "You can. Though you wouldn't want to assume anything else about me, that's for sure."
Blaine blinked. Yep, definitely stay away.
"Moving on," Kurt hastily changed the subject. "The two up the back who have mercifully been silent so far are Tina and Mike." The two waved, Tina with her head resting on Mike's shoulder. "And that's Sam." He pointed to the blonde guy sitting on the other side of Finn. "We're not allowed to talk about him dying his hair though -"
"Dude, I don't dye my hair." Blaine looked at Kurt and smirked.
"Come on, I've only just met you and I know that's not natural."
As Sam argued, Kurt shot Blaine a quick smile and he knew he was happy that Blaine was fitting in with his friends. Blaine smiled back, looking around at the club who had quickly lost interest and were resuming their normal activities. He wrinkled his nose as Quinn and Finn started making out and looked for something else to distract him.
"Kurt, I would like to draw something to your attention."
Kurt groaned next to him as Rachel stood up.
"I know that this Blaine has professed to be your friend and possibly your lover," Blaine stared and Kurt coughed nervously, "but you have to know that bringing him here is a strict breach of the rules that this club made after the last - incident."
"You mean the one you caused." Quinn had broken free from her lip-lock and turned to glare at Rachel. "Besides, Kurt's not even a part of this club anymore. And we're not performing anything right now, how can they spy?"
Rachel was lost for words for a second which gave Blaine a chance to jump in. "I can assure you, I'm not a spy. And if I was, it would just be in retribution for you guys sending Kurt. Which I should thank you for, by the way. Without your nosiness, I would never have met him."
Kurt blushed and hit Blaine lightly but he wasn't done. "There's something I want to share with all of you. I feel kind of weird standing here in front of you like I'm on a soapbox or something but there's some things I need to say and I figured now would be the best time. But before I do, I want to ask you guys something." He turned to the first person on his list. "Mercedes, what's my favourite colour?"
"Blue," she responded without hesitation.
"Rachel, what performances have I done?"
"Apart from Warbler performances, you starred in Hairspray at your old school and did a community theatre performance of RENT, which, even though I am suspicious of you, I admire."
"Finn, what sports do I play?"
"Soccer and football, which really surprised me when Kurt told me because, you know -" Quinn mercifully stepped on his foot to stop him from talking at this point, smiling at Blaine. "You also apparently look really good in dark green," she added.
"Thank you, everyone." He turned to Kurt who was looking like he wanted a hole to open up in the floor and swallow him. "Now, I'd ask how you guys know so much about me, but that's a redundant question." He turned his attention back to the group to see Mercedes looking at him appraisingly. She knows what's about to happen, Blaine thought to himself.
"As you can see, Kurt and I have gotten to know each other very well. He's the best friend I could ever ask for, he's always there for me and we've had some great times together." Blaine hear Santana muttering "wanky" and tried to ignore her. "Kurt is an amazing person who not only has a lot of talent but a lot of heart. His passion is amazing, he inspires the Warblers and inspires me."
Blaine chanced a glance at Kurt who was looking at him exasperatedly, rolling his eyes. But the smile on his face said it all.
"I'm not naive enough to believe that Dalton can keep him forever, he'll end up back with you guys as soon as it's safe. And while I'll miss him terribly, I'm okay with that because it'll mean that Kurt is happy. You guys are Kurt's family. And even though I'll have to deal with his real family too - and one member of it is here so that makes things easier - I want you guys to be the first to know that I'm in love with Kurt."
There was silence for a second, then the room erupted. Santana began to call out obscene words, winking at the two boys, while Brittany said something about a family of dolphin babies. Rachel looked concerned, but couldn't hide the smile on her face. Quinn was whispering in Finn's ear, who looked shell-shocked.
But all of this ceased the second Kurt grabbed Blaine by his shirt and pulled him in. The rest of the club watched on as the two boys kissed.
And kept kissing.
The seconds ticked on in silence until Mr. Schuester walked into the room.
"Sorry I'm late guys, what did I - woah!"
Kurt pulled away from Blaine, letting go of his shirt. "Next time you want to ask me out, just tell me, moron. You don't have to do an elaborate display like that." But he was smiling wider than Blaine had ever seen and took his hand before turning to the stunned choir teacher.
"Hey Mr. Schue, good to see you again. This is Blaine, my boyfriend."
(1) I have never seen the outside of Kurt's house in any episode I remember. So that's a generic enough place for me.
(2) I don't write Kurt's outfits because I don't have the fashion sense to do so. The most I ever do is scarves and even then they're not exactly mentioned in detail. I know I'm not the only author who does this either - Kurt's fashion sense is just beyond words sometimes, both good and bad. (Those keys he wore around his neck in As If We Never Said Goodbye were gorgeous, I want!)
This is my first (I wrote that three times before I got it right, I kept writing frist) story where I've really featured New Directions so I hope I did alright with that.
My head was spinning the whole time I wrote this (sick day, sigh) so I don't know if it's even coherent. Though the fact I can use the word coherent must mean something, right?
Anyway, hope you liked it and please review :)