I'm Walking On Sunshine
Main characters: Blaine Anderson, Wes Montgomery, David Thompson, Kurt Hummel
Pairings: Klaine
Fandom: Glee
Author: Myrne
Rated: T
Summary: Blaine Anderson has loved hiking ever since he was a little boy. Walking the Four Days Marches in the Netherlands is his next big marching event. His whole world is turned upside down when he meets Kurt. Blaine is in for the best week of his life! - Heavy on Blaine being great friends with Wevid.
Important: I don't own Glee and their characters!
Hi guys!
Firstly, I'm so sorry about the lateness of this chapter. I had 1500 words already written, but then I wasn't happy with it at all and then decided to start over. But, I hope you enjoy still.
I'm probably going to need more than 9/10 chapters. Since I've written 4 chapters without even describing the Four Days Marches, so eh… Maybe 15 chapters?
It's only one week until I will start my 5th edition of the Four Days Marches (and hopefully the 4th time I'll finish, so fingers crossed). I'm very excited!
And you know: English isn't my mother tongue, so sorry for all the mistakes. Yadadadada.
#4: I can't do this without you
Blaine hadn't shut up about Kurt ever since yesterday. Wes and David were actually getting tired hearing about the 'gorgeous boy from the karaoke bar', because even though Blaine knew his name now, he still liked to refer to him like that.
Monday, Blaine and Wes decided to just lay low for the day, needing all their energy in the four days to come. David went out for a couple of hours to get snacks for the hiking duo and to wander around the city centre of Nijmegen. Blaine and Wes always refered to David as 'the mother of the group', which didn't go unnoticed by David. But he didn't seem to care as he came back with two bags full of food.
"Damn, Thompson, you're spoiling us," Wes said from the couch, where he laid with his feet dangling over the side of it. Blaine was stationed on his bed, feet up in the air, swinging them around, reading stories of people who had walked the FDM(*) on his iPad.
David put the bags on the chairs and put the things that needed to stay chill in the little fridge in the little kitchen of the room. He fell down on his bed aswell, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples.
"It's actual madness out there, guys. It's crowded with people and basically all of them are talking about the FDM. I'm spent."
The three of them said nothing for a while, each doing their own thing, with Blaine trying to find Kurt on facebook. Which wasn't easy, because he didn't know his last name and there were thousand of Kurt's from the USA. But Blaine didn't give up so easily. He wanted to know things about the boy, without being a creepy stalker ofcourse.
His friends had warned him about this. Kurt wouldn't want anything to do with him if Blaine finally found him and then would send him message after message, being his annoying puppy self. Blaine actually snorted when Wes quoted exactly that. Because he was not an annoying puppy! How could puppies be annoying anyway?
Blaine got up, after half an hour browsing facebook without going nowhere, with a loud sigh. He put his iPad away and shuffled his feet in his slippers.
"Hey guys, I'm pretty hungry, shall I call for some roomservice? I don't want to get out, and it will probably be swamped everywhere."
"Oh, Blaine, one of your best ideas of today, might I say," David called out. "I want fries and a burger, please."
"Just give me some pasta, I need all the carbs." Wes threw around fancy, healthy words like that sometimes, even though he didn't know shit.
Blaine picked up the phone, mumbling the order of himself (pasta carbonara) and his friends and thanked the person on the other line, then put the ancient hotel phone down. He moved to his bed again and fell down, groaning.
"I'm not looking forward at the alarm tomorrow morning. Or, let's say tonight. 3am is not morning." Blaine sat up straight again, at least waiting to fall asleep after he had dinner. His stomach was protesting, because it needed food right this second.
"Bro, me neither," Wes groaned, also sitting up, waiting for their food to arrive. Wes's stomach was yearning for food aswell.
"Let's just try to go to sleep after dinner, alright? I will need my beauty sleep, and I'm not walking the first day with bags under my eyes," Blaine said proudly, his vainness showing again. His friends weren't surprised.
"Sir, yes, sir," Wes actually saluted Blaine and moved himself to the bathroom, already pulling off his shirt on his way. David threw a pillow at his naked back and it bounced off his body, almost knocking the TV off the dresser.
"Please, David, don't break stuff." Blaine rolled his eyes at his friends, but couldn't help to laugh. He was so happy they came all the way to Europe with him. He couldn't have done this alone.
There was a knock on the door and Blaine got up, slightly confused. Surely that couldn't be the food yet, could it? It had only been a few minutes since he called.
Opening the door, Blaine dropped his iPad still in his hands and widened his eyes. In front of him was Kurt. Beautiful, wonderful, gorgeous, glasz-eyed Kurt.
Blaine couldn't think straight for a moment, just kept on staring at the beauty that was in front of him. He should probably say something, but he couldn't get sound past his lips. His heart was beating 200 beats per minute and he felt ridiculous.
"Hi," Kurt said hesitatingly. "I hope I'm not interrupting something?"
Blaine's heart was making salto's. Kurt was being the cutest person on earth, with him shuffling from one leg to the other. He should probably say something right now, before he made a complete fool out of himself.
"Hi, Kurt! No, it's okay. Um, let's move outside for a bit, okay?" In truth, Blaine didn't want his friends to hear this conversation. He had dreamt about this since last night and he was sure he wouldn't see Kurt ever again, so this was a bit of a shock.
When they stood in the hallway of the hotel, Kurt coughed and Blaine saw his adam's apple bob when he swallowed. Blaine couldn't take his eyes off Kurt's throat. It was a serious problem.
Focus on his face, Blaine.
And Blaine did just that, but that was a mistake aswell. Could people drown in other people's eyes? Blaine was doomed.
"Blaine, I'm really sorry for just coming here unannounced. But, I couldn't stop thinking about you ever since last night. My best friend, Rachel, had a crisis and that's why I needed to leave, I would've given you my number, but I was too late." Kurt was rambling and Blaine thought it was the cutest thing ever.
"How do you know I'm staying here though?" Blaine asked carefully. He found it really sweet that Kurt had found him, but he wasn't sure how.
"Okay, I'm going to make a confession. I heard you guys talking about the Four Days Marches, so I figured you were either going to walk or work there as a volunteer. I'm a volunteer at the FDM, so I bribed the people to look up your last name. There are actually three other people named Blaine who are walking, did you know that? But your birth year matched how you look, so this was my best guess. And they told me you're going to walk, wow. That's so great. But anyway… then I looked you up on facebook and lucky me, you posted which hotel you were staying in. And then I had to bribe some other people aswell, namely the receptionist. She thought it was really cute when I tried to find you, so she gave me the number of your room, and… here I am." Kurt was cutely scratching the back of his neck and biting on his lip. "I fucked up, did I? You probably think I'm some weird stalker."
Then, Blaine laughed, full on laughed and watched Kurt with adoring eyes. Kurt was just as crazy as him to find him. He wasn't an annoying puppy!
Kurt was watching him with big eyes, probably thinking he must have gone delirious.
"I'm so glad you found me. I haven't stopped thinking about you either, Kurt." Blaine calmed down enough to say this sentence straight from his heart. Because it was the truth. "So, a volunteer, huh? What do you do?"
Kurt smirked and raised one eyebrow. "I do massages."
Blaine swallowed thickly. Did he get that right? Is this wonderful creature a masseur? All sorts of inappropiate images were flashing through his mind and he had to focus to not make a fool out of himself.
Blaine, you have been making a fool of yourself for the past it up.
"Massages? Oh great… I should definitely come by the massage tent this week then. I'll probably need it."
"It's a date," and Kurt winked. That minx!
"Uh, I don't want to send you away, because talking to you is so much fun, but we're going to eat soon and then we'll probably go to sleep. Big day tomorrow."
Blaine seriously didn't want to say goodbye to Kurt. Now that he talked to Kurt again, he just wanted to know everything about him and not let him go for a while. But he had the hiking to think about. It had been a big dream for a long time and he felt like a guy couldn't screw that up for him. Even though Kurt was amazing.
"Sure, Blaine. Give me your phone, so I can put my number in it. I want to send you support texts for tomorrow, so don't forget to send me a text so I have your number aswell. And maybe, if you're not too tired, you can come by the massage tent when you finish? I'd really like to get to know you, but I probably don't have time to get coffee. You are busy during the day and I'm busy during the night." Kurt looked through his eyelashes at Blaine, eyes sparkling.
"You don't need to convince me, Kurt, I'm all yours. I'm all ready to get to know you." Blaine handed Kurt his phone and within seconds Blaine was proud owner of Kurt's freaking phone number! His heart did a little dance inside his chest.
"See you tomorrow, Blaine," Kurt purred and before Blaine could even blink, Kurt had disappeared, moving through the hallway gracefully.
"Bye, Kurt," Blaine said, dazed. Then he sighed and with a moonstruck expression, he entered the hotel room again.
"Oh my god, Blaine!" Wes and David were all over him in a second, not letting him breath properly. Not that he was doing that in the first place, but hey.
"I know, guys. He's amazing." Blaine grinned widely and stared at his best friends with a silly grin on his face.
Blaine walked back to his bed, sitting on the edge of it and opened his phone. Looking for Kurt, he smiled when he saw his full name. Kurt Hummel. It totally suited him.
Hi Kurt. Now you do have my number. Keep the support texts coming, please. I feel like I will going to need it. Thank you for finding me. – Blaine
His phone alerted him of a text message only a minute after he sent his.
Thanks, Blaine. I'm have I've found you too. Good luck tomorrow and don't forget to stop by the massage tent. – Kurt x
That little 'x' did all sorts of things to Blaine, like turning him into a giggling school girl.
The rest of the evening was spent eating, talking about Kurt and the FDM and going to bed early. Blaine couldn't sleep for a while, but with thoughts of Kurt, he fell asleep, with a smile around his lips.
I'm the luckiest man in the world right now.
(*) = I made up an abbreviation for the Four Days Marches. So if further on in the story you see FDM, I mean the Four Days Marches.
Next chapter, it's finally day 1 of the FDM. Hope you enjoyed. Until next time.
- Myrne.