Blaine didn't know where was standing. All he could see around him was white, everything white: The floor, the wall, the ceiling, just plain white. His white shirt and pants started to transform into a beautiful printed black tuxedo. He didn't remember wearing this, nor standing in that place too. The white background faded in to take the form of a place Blaine was so familiar with this place. This particular place was gorgeous as it is seen from the outside, for any even attended and guest, but not for Blaine. The smooth lavender ribbons were trying to tie Blaine's legs, the candles almost spat flames on Blaine. That was pathetic, pathetic when you were the groom for your uninvited wedding.
A thick, beefy hand slid around Blaine's arm as he was standing on a red carpet which seemingly lead to the altar in the slaughter area. Blaine didn't want to experience it again. Blaine almost glued his feet to the ground, but his dad's beefy hand was strong enough for him to resist. He was dragged all his way to the altar. Blaine kept twisting his head to 180 degrees, looking at the spot from where they walked. In Blaine's case, dragged.
There was a human standing there, hands in his pocket and his eyes glued on Blaine. He was pleasantly smiling. Blaine could just leave his dad's hand and run towards him. But he couldn't.
He was dragged till he was made to stand before the bride: his wife from the past. She was grinning from ear to ear, along with her sister who was her maid of honor, and the crowd too, dressed in various patterns of violet and white. Blaine was on the verge of having a nervous breakdown. His nightmare had arrived once again.
(The crowd and the bride)
Hey hey hey hey
(The bride)
Ohh, I do I do I do I
Dooo! Hey!
Ohh, I do I do I do I
Dooo! Boy you got me
The bride was swaying and jingling her body covered by her gorgeously tailored wedding attire. She was holding Blaine's wet hands, smiling like crazy.
[ALL WOMEN]
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
[THE BRIDE AND THE BRIDESMAIDS]
Helpless!
Look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit I'm helpless!
Down for the count, and I'm drownin' in 'em
His ex-wife was really drowning in his hazel eyes.
(THE BRIDE)
have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight
We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night
Laughin' at my sister as she's dazzling the room
Then you walked in and my heart went "Boom!"
Tryin' to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom
Everybody's dancin' and the band's top volume
Her voice was sweet and familiar but was the voice that he never wanted to hear again as his wife. Blaine tugged his hands against hers, still looking at the figure standing at the entrance. He was a familiar boy but not familiar. The boy's face pendulum between his ex-boyfriend and somebody he looked at recently. Yet, the smile was the only thing that made Blaine not stop his breath and die.
THE BRIDE AND THE CROWD]
Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine
[THE BRIDE]
Grab my sister, and
Whisper, "Yo, this
One's mine."
My sister made her way across the room to you
And I got nervous, thinking "What's she gonna do?"
She grabbed you by the arm, I'm thinkin' "I'm through"
Then you look back at me and suddenly I'm
Helpless!
Oh, look at those eyes
Oh!
Yeah, I'm
Helpless, I know
I'm so into you
I am so into you
I know I'm down for the count
And I'm drownin' in 'em.
[ALL WOMEN]
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Oooh
Helpless!
Look into your eyes
And the sky's the limit
I'm
Helpless!
Down for the count
And I'm drownin' in 'em
I'm helpless!
Look into your eyes
And the sky's the limit I'm helpless!
Down for the count
And I'm drownin' in 'em
Her looks gradually changed from a sweet, innocent, tear-filled face to a Katy- Perry one in "Hot 'n' Cold". All were merry and joyful when the happy deacon fainted and fell between the bride and groom from the altar, breaking their hand contact. Blaine's hands were free and others wore a terrified faces. There was a woman in a red tracksuit and her blonde hair, giving a scalding look at the deacon. Blaine did notice a pair of big, white wings and a pair of red horns too. She instantaneously gave a tight punch to his dad's face. Her punch was so strong that the impression felt on his face.
She started to sing as she shifted her place. Why did Blaine feel like she was familiar?
Where are you taking me?
[SUE SYLVESTER]
I'm about to change your life
It was all coming back to him. She was the reason he and the London boy was stuck in that apartment. What was she doing here? Blaine didn't take a minute to speak his next word.
(Blaine)
Then, by all means, lead the way
And that was it. She grabbed Blaine's wrist and started walking the other side of the altar, back to the entrance. Blaine didn't keep his eyes on the boy. He just kept looking at her hand. His head was down even when they came to a halt. A warm comforting set of hands wrapped around Blaine's waist, as he stepped forward. Blaine didn't see the face still but was resting on his shoulder unintentionally. The wrap seemed to be so familiar and comforting. At the same, it wasn't so familiar too. He was tall, no doubt. But didn't seem entirely like his boyfriend.
Sue threw the ring from Blaine's hand and shot up it outside the high window. The rest of the church seemed to be struck as if they watched the world's scariest movie.
[The Boy]
Thank you for all your service
[BLAINE]
If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it
[Sue Sylvester]
I'll leave you to it
Their hug was getting so intense, almost breaking Blaine's hip. Blaine's tears wetted his shoulder. The boy's voice was sounding masculine just like his ex-boyfriend but he heard another familiar high pitch tone too. Blaine's head had too many questions left unanswered.
Blaine heard the boy's voice drowning in chuckles and cries.
(The Boy)
Helpless!
Hoo!
That boy is mine
That boy is mine!
Helpless! Helpless!
Down for the count
And I'm drownin' in em
He whispered these lines, sending shivers down Blaine's spine. Yes, he was drowning in him too, clenching and crying.
Just then Blaine saw his mom and his sister, running towards him and the boy in a killer mode.
BOOM! CRASH!
Blaine found himself on the printed maroon carpet, lying in a pathetic condition. His head started to spin and he tried hard to get over it. He couldn't till the next second minute. He found his cheeks to be salty wet and drools from his mouth. That was a pathetic Hamilton dream. He rubbed his head and his back. What kind of dream is this? He escaped from the past and got stuck in the dream. This dream taught him one thing: He was not over his past yet and he needed someone to help him get over it. It may be his ex-boyfriend or Maybe someone from recent times.
He got up and splashed some water to get over the dream first. Why did his dream spoil that Hamilton song? What was going to happen?
Kurt couldn't bear being inside that precious room of his anymore. He had to settle these things up, that's one thing. The other thing was to fulfill his purpose in New York. He risked everything to participate in the dream competition. Kurt woke up the next day after his dad's call, carefully dressing himself up. He was up early so he didn't have to worry about encountering Blaine in the bathroom again. He tried to do things quickly, but he knew he was sounding like a snake's warning hiss to Blaine, warning him to not come inside. He unpacked his last suitcase carefully and chose a top out of his thousand tops and a pair of pants out of millions. He wanted to present himself to Blaine in a nice way.
I should have not behaved uncivilized to that man, Kurt thought. Thoughts kept rushing under Kurt's temple, rephrasing his sentences to talk to Blaine without sounding offended or offensive. He kept tracking Blaine's move vaguely and unintentionally.
Oof, Calm down Kurt. Go, get it done. He focussed on slow breathing in the hope to relax himself a bit. He unlocked and dragged the door slowly, hoping that the other man wouldn't shoot his sight on Kurt and he was lucky. He slithered through the front door, stepping out for the first time in 3 days. He inhaled the fresh cold air to his lungs' full capacity and got down the stairs. The environment hadn't changed so much: the same stairs, the same big fountain, the same color pathway tiles, the same benches.
Kurt was taking the consideration of worrying a little about his dressing sense when it all started with a young woman and a man were sitting on one of the benches. The woman didn't even bother to remove her sight off Kurt. It was maybe the outcome of his dressing. By the time he reached a nearby food point, he got used to people stopping and staring at him as if he was an archeological exhibit. Two people stopped and complimented him on his bold choice. Though they were pacing in their talking, Kurt could at least figure out they were complimenting him and those made his day. He grabbed a bowl of salad, a carton of juice for his breakfast, before walking back to the apartment.
He didn't know why but he started to sing "Helpless" from Hamilton for no good reason. On top of people looking at him as a crazy mannequin, his body wiggle and handshake made him look like he escaped from a mental Asylum.
Blaine's presence was reflected on the front door being unlocked and that made Kurt a little nervous. He pushed the door, peeking his head through the gap before walking inside.
In New York, you can be a new man...
In New York, you can be a new man...
In New York, you can be a new man...
Kurt was ringing through the hallway softly, terrifying Blaine to the ceiling. Why is he completing the song? Did he come outside finally?
Kurt stood that the end of the hallway, his face frozen as a frozen dessert. He was flawless, for sure, yet terrified.
"Helpless!" Blaine whispered.
"What? Were you asking about my singing?"
Blaine came back to reality. Kurt's voice was something partially like the boy from the dream. What sorcery is this?
Blaine shook his head and cleared his throat.
"At last I get to see my other roommate."
Kurt jumped and got startled before coming into consciousness. Kurt stood there with his arms crossed. He can hear the sassiness of that man and he was strangely attracted.
"Oh my God! Do you scare people like this every time?"
"Apparently you scared me more than I did."
"Now Mister. Please slow down your talking speed; That would be great. And the second thing, I couldn't be staying in there forever. I have a purpose to be fulfilled and it will not happen if I lock myself up. And I was hungry."
"I was scared that you died after you saw me in the shower," Blaine talked at a slow pace and made a note in his mind to talk that way. Kurt thumped his steps to the couch and sat on the other side of it. He was gazing around the apartment as new changes were enforced without his consent in the period of his self- lockdown. Blaine's sight caught him red-handed.
"Oh that. I am sorry for not informing you. I put my old house on sale and so I had to bring these things here. Don't worry, these are here for a temporary period."
" Apologies accepted. At least you didn't throw me out." Kurt was trying to keep his mean face and bitch- factor but it was becoming harder and harder. He couldn't maintain his mean face surprisingly but he tried. Both of them remained silent for some time, trying to absorb the fact that they actually talked at least for one time.
Kurt cleared his throat to grab Blaine's attention. Blaine couldn't contain his laughter, as he gazed at Kurt in this unusual outfit.
"Why are you laughing?"
Blaine nodded trying not to laugh further and pour gasoline in the fire. Kurt couldn't resist not knowing the reason. " I am not going to get angry with you." Kurt wasn't ready to know the reason. If he received any criticism it would break his heart. Not that he hadn't faced any. His alma mater thought him to be a mannequin and they wrote nasty articles on him on certain occasions. It didn't bother him because he wouldn't be dealing with it every day.
Kurt raised his eyebrows, anticipating the man's words.
"Umm...Do you always dress up like this?"
Kurt knew what was coming. He tried not to get on Blaine's nerves and scream across his face but he couldn't help. He was furnacing inside.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Just...I don't see so many people dressing up like this. I mean I don't want to offend you but you dress like you own the magic chocolate factory."
Blaine opened his mouth but Kurt signaled his hand to stop. " Thank you for your honest opinion. And to make sure, It doesn't bother me."
Blaine felt bad about his comment but he needed to be honest, that's how he felt. Kurt came to settle the matter between both of them but the man spoiled his mood. Kurt took a deep breath to continue with the matter as it couldn't wait any longer.
" Fine. I am sorry. You look fantastic in that."
"No use of crying over the spilled milk, Mr. Anderson."
These words pricked Blaine more than they should. " Have you decided on anything?"
"I came to talk about that. Neither of us has a choice. I won't be staying here for long. I just came here for a competition and it may take almost 3 months. So, I have got to stay here."
" And I don't know how long I would stay. I am trying my luck in the acting and the music industry. But I would find a new house sooner. It's just...my budget is tight."
Silence filled the room again before Kurt broke the curse. " Alright! Both of us have some purposes here and we accidentally bump into each other. I am sorry about that."
Blaine was listening attentively. " I don't know what I am going to do honestly. The only "friend" I had here betrayed me and I am a lost island. I am sure I will be finding a way soon, but until then, we have to work together and make things okay for each other."
Blaine nodded in agreement as if he reached the enlightened mode. " I know it will hard for both of us. As complete strangers from different countries. But we should make this work before we eat each other. So let's make an agreement. "
Blaine held his hand for Kurt for an amicable handshake. " We are going to figure out this and we will try to find the woman. Until then, we'll just be friends who support each other, Deal?"
Kurt's eyeballs rolled to the ceiling, swallowing hard. Kurt could at least have somebody to be called a friend in this crazy city.
"Agreed!" Kurt spoke softly. Blaine's wide smile almost knocked out Kurt but he held himself.
" Alright. As we are in the same flat, we must take care of it. We must start cleaning it and try making it our home."
"Yeah OK. But can we start tomorrow? I have some work today."
"Yes, fine mate. And we have to know about each other sche'dule."
"What did you say? What is a sche'dule?"
"Our work timings."
"That's sc'hedule."
"I am Bri'ish mate. Deal with it."
Kurt got up sassily trying to hide his silly smile but he turned to the other side so he could smile at least once before he mask his face again.
"And by the way. You will make a good singer in my opinion." Kurt drifted away and closed the door behind him before Blaine could realize he heard him singing the last night. Blaine's cheeks were sirencing red as he smiles in embarrassment knowing Kurt listened to his silly song.
Kurt updated his dad about the negotiation and Burt was overwhelmed that his son was finally trying to figure out his way. No further news from Mercedes and that was it. Kurt kept blushing, thinking about the wide smile and the first time they talked without fighting. Kurt should have apologized for being uptight but his mind was still a half dissolved rock.
Kurt and Blaine found a little weight off their shoulders. They started to focus on the big day ahead.
The next day started with Kurt's little smiling face, grabbing the keys and his bags hastily and shutting the door behind. Blaine couldn't follow him. He was sitting there wondering if he accidentally pushed the fast-forward button. Blaine had to go for his further step in American Idol. Now that he nailed his first audition, he might be getting busy with all the vocal training from the eminent coaches and shooting schedules. That meant he would be paying money for those.
Kurt being nervous was an understatement. It took all the way from London and dealing with a stranger and getting cheated to come to this venue. Kurt's stomach started to rumble in anxiety as he saw different people from different countries standing there with the same intention as his. This is going to be a cut-throat competition Kurt thought.
After standing hours and hours of time in the line, He got his chance finally. He was supposed to submit a presentation on his fashion outfits from previous years/ Kurt had worked so much. He had put his mind, his sweat, tears, and of course blood from all the pricking into this and he wanted it to happen.
He use every drop of his confidence and wished he would not mess up this. And to his surprise, he did it well. The judges seemed to be impressed as he saw the light in their eyes glow. He was contented and proud of himself for taking the first bold step to fight this competition in this unknown city.
It was a crazy and nerve-wracking day for Kurt that the first thing he did as he reached the apartment was to crash on the couch in exhaustion. He was pulled into a slumber so fast.
Blaine's day went crazy too. Paying some money for the competition and coaches and checking his schedule for rehearsals and shoots. His boots were making so much noise but it didn't wake up Kurt. Blaine got startled seeing a statue lying on the couch as his eyes squinted. He turned swiftly to give one look to confirm if it wasn't another burglar. It was just Kurt sleeping like he had been beaten for 5 days.
Blaine put all the things in their places and tip-toed curiously. He sat quietly on the one-seat sofa near Kurt's head. Blaine felt something getting churned in his stomach. He loved Kurt being silent and drooling adorably. He kept staring at the sleeping body with his puppy eyes. It reminded him of his significant somebody who crossed his life before another tragedy hit him Blaine wiped his uninvited tears quickly and pranked on Kurt by blowing on him.
Kurt was startled a little but He kept blowing on him till he woke up. Kurt's eyelids opened slowly, signaling that Blaine had succeeded. Kurt's face showed slight irritation as he titled his sleepy head towards Blaine.
"Good Mornin' Kurt."
Kurt tried to grasp the situation around him but he was too drowsy to grasp.
"Don't you let people sleep? Why are you being so hypocritic?"
Kurt thought that Blaine was smiling sheepishly because Kurt found out. But Blaine was smiling for a different reason. He couldn't get over seeing Kurt's drool from his mouth, his sexy temple shrinking in irritation, and his sharp words.
"I'm sorry. I just want to let you know that I came back."
Kurt calms down a bit," I am sorry Mr. Anderson. I was tired of all the time- lag. I could keep rambling, but that wouldn't be appropriate."
"Oh, that's okay. I am sorry for waking you up. Now that we are roommates and the only person for each other-"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Uhh... nothing. Just friends..."
Kurt was relieved from his sudden panic. He had no problem in having a significant other in his life but he didn't want to be heartbroken again.
" Yeah and call me Blaine, please. I feel like I am babysitting you with that name."
"I am not a baby, Blaine."
Blaine could be adorable every minute of him staring at Kurt's mouth and details but he wouldn't be able to talk then. Blaine knew one thing: Kurt was a little short-tempered and he should be handled like a delicate flower.
" So can we start cleaning as promised?"
Kurt nodded and he got up to change his clothes. Blaine was free now to date anybody he wanted and he had started seeing somebody. Blaine's dream of singing his songs to his love was in his heart, locked closely, waiting for the right person to let in.
Author's note:
This is my 4th chapter. The song used is "Helpless!" from Hamilton. I totally butchered the song's meaning and I apologize for that. And please do review. it's always refreshing for an author
