Day three of 'I'm still not here. Leave a message'
From wynnie the pooh: something to do with a text message... that leads to a first kiss...
I could have put this with my other text related conversation but sending important texts to the wrong person happens so often nowadays that it was going to happen here sometime...
Animal was playing on the radio as I wrote this and when it broke into the second verse, I was waiting for the Warblers to chime in as backup and was actually really disappointed when they didn't. My Glee obsession is controlling my life and music choices.
Mis-sent
Kurt sighed, laying back on his bed and staring at his History textbook as if willing his essay to write itself. He had spent his whole afternoon on his own trying to get it done and had finally given up, admitting he needed help. Perhaps when Blaine got back -
Kurt shook his head, trying to keep his attention off his attractive friend. For the first time since Kurt had started attending Dalton, he hadn't gone home for the weekend. Burt and Carole had gone to visit Carole's sister and Finn was staying at Puck's place. So Kurt had stayed back, looking forward to seeing what Dalton was like on a weekend and being able to spend more time with Blaine.
But, in a strange twist, Blaine had gone home for the first weekend in a couple of months. He normally didn't as his parents were in the next state, but they had called him a few nights earlier, saying his younger brother was receiving some kind of award that weekend and they had already booked his tickets to come over. So, as usual, the two boys said goodbye on the Friday night, except this time it was at an airport - Blaine hadn't wanted to pay for two days of parking - and Kurt was left alone at Dalton. Sure, Wes, David and Thad had stayed, but they were in full Warbler council member mode, trying to organize everything for Regionals and while Kurt had attempted to hang out with them, he had escaped after half an hour of breaking down the lyrics of Pink's Raise Your Glass and trying to figure out what every single word meant.
So now he found himself alone. Sighing again, Kurt sat up and grabbed his phone.
'Cedes? What are you up to? - Kurt
Mercedes had offered to let Kurt stay at her place for the weekend but he had declined, knowing her parents were still slightly uncomfortable with the idea of any guy sleeping in her room, even if he were gay.
Shopping with Quinn. She says hi. What's happening, white boy? - M
Kurt raised an eyebrow, still finding the friendship between the two girls a bit strange, but typed back, happy to finally have someone to talk to.
Bored out of my head. Can't make this essay work and Warbler council are psycho about setlists so I'm not hanging with them - Kurt
What time is Blaine getting back? - M
A couple of hours. Wes is picking him up though, so I'll see him around 5ish - Kurt
Kurt looked at the time on his phone. 1:13. He knew Blaine was sitting on a plane at the moment and his heart quickened for a second thinking of him before he pushed it down. He was well aware of how he felt for his friend, but also incredibly aware that Blaine saw him as nothing but another friend.
As if reading his mind, Mercedes texted again.
You miss him, don't you? - M
Yeah, just like I miss you girls when I'm not with you - Kurt
He thought he'd deflected that one pretty well, but apparently not.
Yeah, right. It's exactly the same, isn't it Kurt? Come on, level with me, I know you like him - M
Well, crap.
Kurt thought he had done a great job at hiding his feelings from everybody. He had stubbornly refused to talk to anybody about Blaine unless they asked how he was, in which case it was a simple answer. But somehow, Mercedes had seen through it. He closed the text and put his phone down while he considered his options.
It would be good to talk to someone about it, he thought to himself. And Mercedes is my best friend.
Okay, Kurt thought, grabbing his phone. He quickly opened a new text
Okay, you're right. I've got feelings for him, but I know he doesn't feel the same way. And it shouldn't be this weird not seeing him because I never see him on weekends, but Dalton isn't the same without Blaine. So yes, I do miss him - Kurt
His fingers hovered for a second before he pressed send. He sat there for a second, then smiled. It actually felt good to get it off his chest for once. Putting down the phone, he turned back to his History essay, trying to get it as close to finished as possible so Blaine, if he wasn't too tired, could look through it for him quickly when he got back.
A few minutes later his phone buzzed again
Sorry, white boy. Shouldn't have pushed so hard. It's up to you, if you don't want to tell me yet you don't have to - M
Kurt frowned.
Didn't you get my text? - Kurt
Only your one of denial - M
He looked at the message for a moment before deciding his phone had spazzed again and quickly typed in something of the same effect to his unsent message. A reply came through almost instantly.
Well, he'll be back soon! I think you should tell him, personally, but that's your call. Anyway, just spotted a sale, we've got to dash. Stay strong white boy, love you - M
Kurt smiled as he imagined the two girls fighting the crowds. He quickly sent back a goodbye text, then decided he'd better crack down on the essay.
Blaine stretched as he walked off the plane, feeling the satisfying pop of his tense muscles. He was used to flying but never got used to the stiff feeling sitting in the same seat for hours gave. Bypassing baggage claim - everything was in his carry on - he headed for the arrivals lounge where Wes was waiting. As he walked, he grabbed his phone out and switched it on, not expecting any texts. After all, he had only been in the air a few hours. But as soon as it activated, his phone buzzed and Kurt's name flashed up on the screen.
Blaine couldn't help the involuntary smile that crossed his face. He and Kurt had been texting for the better part of the weekend, especially through his brother's boring award ceremony. He knew he would have an essay to look over once he got back, and for anybody else this would bug him intensely but for some reason he didn't care too much when it came to Kurt.
His last text had been as he was getting on the plane, so Blaine figured this was sent a few hours ago before he had boarded. Instead, the message showed it was sent just over an hour ago. Blaine shrugged - probably ranting about the history essay, he decided - and opened the text, skimming through it before stopping in his tracks. He read it again, slowly. Then a third time.
Blaine knew that the text wasn't meant to have been sent to him. Most likely Kurt was texting Mercedes and had sent it to the wrong name. Therefore, Blaine should delete the text now and pretend he hadn't read anything. But -
It's about me.
"Hey, Blaine, you alright man?"
Blaine looked up to see Wes standing in front of him, waving a hand in front of his face.
"What's the phone fixation? You didn't get bad news did you?"
"No, I just -" he hesitated as they began walking out of the airport to Wes' car. "I found something out that I shouldn't have."
"What do you mean?" Blaine chucked his bag in the backseat then climbed in the front, trying to figure out how to word the situation without giving away Kurt's secret.
"I got sent a text from someone that wasn't meant to be sent to me. They were talking about me, and I found out things that I know they don't want me knowing and if they knew I know they'd probably freak out and never talk to me before I could get the chance to tell them it's okay and I feel the -" He snapped his mouth shut but Wes was already smiling knowingly.
"Kurt."
It wasn't a question. "How -?"
"Because you're both so obviously crazy about each other. And don't deny it," he added as Blaine went to argue. "You are, that's for sure. And he's just admitted that he is too so you can't say he isn't. The question is, what are you going to do about it?"
"I - I don't know." Blaine deflated.
"Well, you've got a 40 minute car ride to think about it." With that, Wes turned his attention back to the road and Blaine could tell he wasn't going to say another word the whole car trip. So Blaine settled back and began to think.
Alright, so you like Kurt. You can admit that much. Blaine had harbored feelings for the younger boy for close to two months now but had kept them to himself, reasoning that of course Kurt couldn't feel the same way.
But he does, his mind nagged at him. So you like each other. He doesn't know you like him, if he'd known the text was mis-sent to you, he would've sent some kind of follow up. That means you get to make this play out however you want.
A smile crossed Blaine's face and Wes caught it out of the corner of his eye, looking over. "I assume you've got a plan?"
Blaine nodded. "I'm going to need your help though." Hooking his phone up to Wes' bluetooth, he pulled up his Warbler contact list and began to call.
Kurt sighed, looking at the clock again. 4:42. Blaine and Wes would be getting to Dalton any minute now and he was still deliberating over what to do when his friend actually arrived. Should I hug him? We always hug but would it be weird? If I told him I missed him, would he take it weirdly or as friends, like how I tell Mercedes?
His internal rambling was cut short by his phone buzzing. 1 New Message: Blaine.
His heart in his throat, Kurt grabbed his phone and opened the text.
On my way up to your room now :) - Blaine x
Kurt's eye lingered on the x at the end of Blaine's signature and it stayed in his mind even as he put his textbook away and sat on the end of the bed nervously. Had he just changed his signature or did he mean it as more than friends or -?
"Keep it together, Kurt," he told himself tiredly. "You look into every single little thing like this and it never ends out in your favour. So deal."
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Kurt quickly jumped to his feet as Blaine entered the room, hovering in the doorway. He couldn't help the smile that crossed his face and saw a similar one cross Blaine's as he stepped further into the room.
"Hi," he said as he made his way towards Kurt.
"Hey," Kurt replied, slowing as he got to within a few steps of Blaine, trying to work out what to do. Do I hug him? I don't know, what would 'friends' do?
Blaine solved the problem by stepping in and wrapping his arms around him. "I missed you," he said and Kurt felt his heart stop.
"I - I missed you too," he stammered out, cursing his voice for going breathless.
Blaine pulled back and smiled again. "I'm going to drop my bag in my room, I'll be back in a minute. Can you look after my phone for me?"
Kurt raised an eyebrow at the request but obediently held his hand out. Blaine handed him the phone then turned and walked out of the room. Kurt noticed the screen was still glowing and inadvertently looked down before realizing it was open to a text. He was about to look away - no way he was invading Blaine's privacy like that - when he saw that the text had come from him.
Okay, you're right. I've got feelings for him, but I know he doesn't feel the same way. And it shouldn't be this weird not seeing him because I never see him on weekends, but Dalton isn't the same without Blaine. So yes, I do miss him - Kurt
Kurt stood frozen, staring at the phone in his hand. His first thought was that Mercedes had forwarded it to him and he was about to pull out his phone and scream at her, until he remembered that she hadn't gotten the text herself. Grabbing his phone, he opened his text history with Blaine.
Sure enough, there was the text, sent from his own phone. In his distracted state, Kurt must have hit Blaine's name instead of Mercedes. Cursing himself for his stupidity, Kurt began frantically thinking of excuses -
"I see you've read it."
Startled, Kurt looked up to see Blaine standing in the doorway, a knowing smile on his face. He stepped over to take his phone from Kurt, who gave no resistance and simply stared. "Was I right in assuming that was meant to go to Mercedes?"
Kurt nodded, still unable to find the words. Apparently he must have turned pale because Blaine took his arm and gently sat him down on the bed. "It's alright, Kurt."
"No, it's not," he whispered. To his shame, he felt the tears filling up his eyes and blinked furiously to keep them back. "I tried to keep that a secret for so long. Nobody knew, not even Mercedes. That was going to be the first time I'd told anyone." He felt a tear make its way down his cheek and wiped it away angrily, refusing to look at Blaine.
Kurt felt a hand under his chin gently lifting him to look Blaine in the eyes - eyes full of understanding, compassion and something Kurt couldn't comprehend. "I'm sorry this has upset you, Kurt. But I want you to give me two minutes to talk. After that, it's up to you what you want. If you want me to leave, I will. Just two minutes, okay?"
Kurt nodded, still staring into Blaine's eyes as he released his chin and sat back slightly.
"Kurt, when I got your text, I literally froze in the middle of the arrivals lounge. At first I thought it was a mistake, that it wasn't from you and my phone had glitched or something. Then I thought it was a joke." Blaine chuckled but Kurt knew it wasn't at him.
"Once I got my head around the fact that it was real.. Kurt, I couldn't keep the smile off my face. Because it meant that my previously considered unrequited feelings were actually returned. You like me back."
Kurt struggled to wrap his head around the words, scarcely daring to breathe. Blaine likes me too?
"I know what you're like with romance, and I know if you had ever worked up the courage to tell me, you would have wanted it to be a lot nicer than a text I shouldn't have received. So I want to give you a moment you can remember in the future, hopefully one we can look back on when we're old and still together and laugh about it."
A second later, humming came from the hallway and Kurt just had to laugh as he recognized Nick and Thad's harmony. "You recruited the Warblers?"
Blaine nodded as the other voices joined the mix. "Just for you," he whispered, before breaking into song.
"Time,
I've been passing time watching trains go by
All of my life,
Lying on the sand, watching seabirds fly
Wishing there would be
Someone waiting home for me,"
Half of Kurt's brain was mentally planning to purchase this song on iTunes the second he could and add it to his playlist of wonderful songs that made him happy. The other half was trying to comprehend that Blaine was singing this to him, for him.
"Something's telling me it might be you
It's telling me it might be you,
All of my life,"
The Warblers continued harmonizing out in the hallway as Blaine stepped forward to take Kurt's hand in a cheesy gesture that couldn't stop him from smiling.
"I've been saving songs and lullabies
And there's so much more
No one's ever heard before,"
And it was true. Nobody else knew quite as much about Blaine as he did, and he felt a thrill as he realized that Blaine was his to unlock and understand from now on.
"Maybe it's you,
Maybe it's you,
I've been waiting for all my life."
And now there was silence and Blaine was staring at him like he was the most important person in the world, and he didn't want this moment to end but now Blaine was looking worried and going to say something and Kurt didn't want that. So he did the only thing he could and made sure Blaine's mouth was completely occupied. With his.
Of course, every beautiful moment has to end at some point. Just as Kurt was beginning to deepen the kiss -
"I think they're kissing!"
The two boys broke apart. "Nick, you really need to work on your whispering," Blaine said, still staring into Kurt's eyes. There was a sound of someone being hit, then the shuffling of feet as the Warblers left the hallway.
"Thanks, guys!" Blaine called out, before turning his full attention to Kurt again. "Um, if it wasn't romantic enough for you, I'm sure there's other things I could do -"
He was silenced by Kurt's lips meeting his again.
All Of My Life - Stephen Bishop
I'm back tomorrow! :) hopefully not sporting any major injuries or broken bones. Knowing me, I'll have broken my arm so I can't type...