In regards to last night's authors note, I have chosen the ten people I'd like to help me out and I'll be notifying them shortly. To all of those who weren't chosen, I'm sorry, but I did definitely get more than ten people reply and I want to stick to that number to make things easier. Once they've started working on the task, I'll let you all know what it is that they're doing because it affects all of my readers when this story ends :)
I don't do this often but I really want to plug my story, Straight Camp. I know it's not Klaine, it's under the category of Angst, it's kind of the opposite of anything I've ever done... but for me, that means I'd really like you guys to give it a chance. If you've tried it and don't like it, that's completely understandable. But if you haven't tried it because it's not Klaine, please don't let that deter you. There is Klaine, they're just not the main focus. There's no character death, no breakups, nothing like that kind of angst, if that's what's deterring some people. I know occasionally that will deter me. There's three chapters up, just give it a try. If you don't like it, forget it exists, okay?
From Broken Gold: Do you like me? Check yes or no.
Check
Kurt raised an eyebrow at the note that had been flicked idly onto his desk. Blaine was studiously taking notes - on what, Kurt couldn't tell - but Kurt knew his friend had been the culprit. Checking to make sure the teacher was occupied, Kurt unballed the note and smoothed it out.
This is the most boring class ever.
Shaking his head, Kurt picked up his pen and scribbled back a response before sliding it under Blaine's elbow.
It's study hall. It's not meant to be exciting, which is why Cameron's sleeping.
He attempted to continue working on his pre-calculus homework, but the note returned just a few moments later.
Well I don't have anything to study, nobody gave me homework this morning. Wanna play a game?
Kurt couldn't stop the smile crossing his face at his friend's childish antics. It seemed nowadays that every little action that Blaine did only endeared him to Kurt even more, which was a problem because it seemed that Blaine was only interested in being friends. Granted, Kurt hadn't asked, but it was Blaine. Lead soloist Blaine, out and proud Blaine... too far out of Kurt's league Blaine. And he just had to get used to that.
Realizing that the letter was still in front of him, Kurt scrawled down his response and handed it back.
How old are you again?
And Kurt found himself learning new things about Blaine every single day. Like the way Blaine wrote with his tongue sticking ever so slightly out of his mouth when he was concentrating, like he was now.
Seven, of course. Please?
And how even his writing could have the puppy dog eyes effect. Definitely not fair.
Fine. What kind of game?
Kurt couldn't help but remember all the note-passing games he and Mercedes used to play back in elementary school. Quinn would join in on occasion - this was back in the days before popularity mattered after all - but for the most part it was just the two of them, playing whichever game had caught their attention that day.
Apparently Blaine had the same fond memories.
MASH!
Below the word, Blaine had already set up the game. Kurt tried not to snigger at the thought of himself being a psychologist with eleven kids before choosing the number eight and handing the paper back to Blaine.
Three minutes and four math questions later, the paper returned.
So, you're marrying Tom Felton, living in a shack, having two kids by the miracle of surrogacy and you'll be a stay at home... husband.
Kurt shook his head, setting up his own game for Blaine to play. As he passed it over, he glanced up at the clock to see that they were close to the end of the period, but strangely enough Kurt didn't want it to be over.
Blaine gave back the paper with the number 12 scrawled at the top and Kurt rolled his eyes. Of course he would be difficult. He began to count around in a circle, keeping an eye on the teacher. Somehow he didn't think he could explain MASH as homework for any subject in particular…
As he reached his answer, Kurt bit back a laugh.
Jeff's now going to be out for your blood, especially when you have twenty children with his current boyfriend, and somehow manage that in a tiny New York apartment while you work as a piano teacher. Great stuff.
Blaine's eyebrows rose when he read that and he sent Kurt a cheeky grin that made his heart flip.
Protect me from the jealous wrath of Jeff?
Kurt glanced over at the boy in question who was writing studiously, one hand linked with Nick's under the table.
You're going to need it. Do you think they'll last beyond high school?
Blaine took a little longer with his answer, giving Kurt time to watch the couple a few rows in front of them. Nick and Jeff had been together since before Kurt arrived - apparently they were coming up on their one year anniversary. There was just something about their relationship that made Kurt think that if just one relationship would survive out of school, it would be theirs. Like the way they were now, both working on separate things, hadn't said a word to each other in the past half an hour, yet linked.
I hope so, not just for their sakes but for everybody. They are an inspiration for gay couples everywhere that they can make it last and they're perfect for each other. My only fear is that they haven't had to deal with a great deal of bullying - they've been at Dalton for a long time and I'm worried that when the first real attack comes, they'll fall apart. But we have to trust that they can last. They inspire me.
Kurt read the words a few times, nodding. Apart from the fact that Blaine definitely had a way with words, Kurt understood and felt the same way. He was rooting for Nick and Jeff to last because it gave him hope that he might find someone who he could connect to in that way.
Or, that he had already found them and just hoped that someday they might feel the same.
Me too.
There were a few minutes of 'silence' and Kurt managed to finish his homework before the next note came.
So, what note-passing games do you know?
Kurt swallowed, suddenly feeling a little warm. He could only think of one, which had actually been the first one to enter his mind when Blaine had suggested games, and after talking about Nick and Jeff, he was almost wondering whether he could… but it was a risk. A risk with a chance of heartbreak.
A risk he just couldn't resist taking.
Just one.
Do you like me?
Yes _
No _
Kurt slid the note back slowly, immediately regretting it the second he had. He couldn't bear to look at Blaine, knowing his friend was reading the note right now and was going to write something that could either lift his hopes or break his heart and it was all too much. Standing, Kurt quickly made his way to the teacher's desk and requested a bathroom pass. Still not looking at Blaine, he disappeared out of the room and straight down to the nearest bathroom where he collapsed against the wall, breathing heavily.
What were you playing at, Kurt? Do you want to be hurt again?
But a part of him knew that Blaine was worth risking it over. Blaine wouldn't let their friendship be ruined if he didn't feel the same way after all, at least Kurt hoped. So really, hiding out in the bathroom was a bit stupid and he should just go back in there and face his fears.
Kurt stayed in the bathroom until he heard the bell ring for last period. Quickly heading back to the room, he returned the pass as the rest of the students were leaving. Blaine was one of the first out the door, brushing past him just close enough that their arms touched, but not saying anything. Frowning, Kurt returned to his desk and packed up his books, only to notice the note sitting under his book.
Do you like me?
Yes 100% - did I not make it obvious enough?
No _
Do you like me?
Yes _
No _
It was only when his teacher shooed him out for his next class that Kurt allowed himself to absorb the words on the page. His joke had actually worked, and Blaine liked him back. But now it was Kurt's turn to play and he needed to think of something good.
Well, no. Now he needed to get to class before he landed himself a detention for being late. Quickly heading down the hall to French, Kurt's mind was already formulating a plan. Luckily he never had to pay attention during the class, only responding when he was called on for a translation that nobody else could get.
The lesson dragged on far longer than study hall had, but finally the bell rang and Kurt was out of there straight away. He knew Blaine would be headed down to Warbler rehearsal, leaving his dorm room empty and unlocked. So it was a simple matter to head up to his room, place a certain piece of paper in the middle of his bed and go back down to Warbler rehearsal, arriving just before Wes and taking a seat in the far corner of the room.
Rehearsal was just as boring as French had been, so Kurt amused himself with watching Blaine who was trying to watch Kurt and not make it obvious. Clearly he was waiting for a reaction of some kind, and Kurt remaining impassive was probably making all kinds of thoughts run through his head. It was mean, but it was far too much fun to pass up.
"Meeting dismissed!"
Kurt immediately turned to Jeff and engaged him in conversation, signaling for him to play along. The bemused boy continued the conversation until Blaine left, looking slightly dejected. "Thanks for that," Kurt said, unable to hide his smile any longer.
"What on earth was that about?" Nick asked from the other side of Jeff, clearly having been watching.
"In about five minutes time, Blaine will be back down here to hopefully become my boyfriend. I just needed to stall."
Jeff immediately held his hand out for a high-five which Kurt gave happily. "We should probably be going then, don't want to interrupt your little moment." Nick stood and offered Jeff a hand off the couch, giving Kurt one last wink before they left the room. And now all Kurt could do was wait and hope he was right. He dug through his bag for something to do before giving up halfway - there was no way Kurt would be able to focus on anything right now, he was too jittery for that.
He was wrong - it only took Blaine three minutes to return, slightly out of breath as if he had run the whole way which Kurt imagined he had. Kurt simply raised an eyebrow then looked down to the piece of paper in his hand. "Something you'd like to share with the class, Mr. Anderson?"
Blaine crossed the room in four quick strides, knelt down in front of Kurt and kissed him. And Kurt hadn't been expecting that but really wasn't going to complain any time soon, especially not when Blaine's lips were soft and sweet and against his like they were made for kissing Kurt. "You are a tease," Blaine broke apart long enough to murmur before their lips were colliding again. Kurt would have broken apart to give some kind of witty retort but he was too absorbed in kissing Blaine to think of anything else.
The piece of paper slipped out of Blaine's hand and drifted to the floor and Kurt only spared it a glance before returning to the task at hand, smiling softly.
Yes 100% - did I not make it obvious enough?
No _
Do you like me?
Yes _
No _
Why don't you come back down and find out?
Oh look, another item I'd love to own if it actually existed outside of my mind. Sigh.
MusicalEscape:
"What happened last time someone interrupted Blaine during Homework Hour?"
"Oh, he dyed all their clothes neon orange, hacked their computer to forever play kiddie tunes, and glued Legos into their hair and hands."
"And he stole their baked goods."