I'm really amazed that you guys are still reading any of my stories. I always say that I'm going to update more and then I never do. Life just gets in the way and then I am sharing my sisters computer. So whenever her generous heart decides to let me use it, I can update! But I also just got back from vacation and I still have vacation brain. But I am here. You guys still reading really does make my heart want to continue writing. I hope you guys enjoy!
Once Pam settled everything between her son and Emma and he had come down from his tower, Blaine grabbed his backpack and started following his grandmother down the stairs.
"Have a great day at school, Blaine." He heard his mother call.
"Bye, Mom." He responded.
The two of them walked out the front door and started heading down the front steps and Blaine figured he may as well strike up a conversation if he was going to be spending a lot of time with his grandmother.
"I'm gonna be 16 this year and my mom traded in two paintings to get me a 1996 Mustang. Um...you do know what a Mustang is, right?"
"I raise Mustangs," She replied. "That is not a sensible car for a prince."
"You see, it's not a sensible car for anyone. It doesn't run."
"Well, I suppose I could donate something to this vehicle."
Blaine got excited but he didn't want to get his hopes up. He didn't know his grandmother well enough to know if she actually would or not. But he couldn't help that he did get slightly excited when she had said it. Instead of responding to her, he turned to his neighbor.
"Good morning, Mr. Schuester."
Blaine watched as he raised his head and didn't respond.
"Who is this gentleman?" Emma asked.
"Oh, he's my neighbor but you wouldn't want to meet him," He whispered. "He doesn't have very nice manners."
Emma looked at him and smiled.
"Good morning."
He didn't respond to her either.
Emma and Blaine turned to walk away when she grabbed his arm.
"There's someone I want you to meet."
"Okay." Blaine stopped in his tracks and felt his jaw drop. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Woah!"
Standing in front of him were 2 men, dressed in black suits and black jackets, both wearing sunglasses. But that wasn't the only thing they had in common. They were both standing in front of limousines. Right there on the curb of his house. Blaine was looking right at them and he still couldn't believe it.
"You have two limousines?" Blaine asked, shocked.
"One is yours." Emma responded.
"You raise limousines, too?"
"No." She giggled. She pulled slightly on his arm and directed him to the first limo. "Blaine, this is Carl."
Blaine smiled and held out his hand.
"Hi! Nice to meet you."
Carl smiled back and accepted Blaine's hand. Blaine bid a goodbye to his grandmother and turned back to his own limo. He saw that Carl was standing there with the door open, waiting for him to enter. This was too good to be true.
"Thanks." Blaine said stepping into the limo.
The ride started with Blaine and Carl sitting in silence. Blaine didn't quite know what to say. He had been in a taxi a few times but wasn't sure if this was like that where you tell them your destination and sit there silently the rest of the time. He started looking around the limo and saw some switches up above him. He figured that since there was nothing else to do, he may as well play around with them a little. He found a switch and pressed it. He got a little too excited when he saw a divider coming out of the seat, separating him from Carl. He pressed it again and it went down. He loved this! He kept playing with the switch until he heard Carl speak.
"Uh, Prince. Prince, may I point out that no matter how many times you push it, it will go up and down the same way."
"Oh." He immediately removed his hand from the switch and started playing with his fingers.
He started looking around some more. There was a small TV in there and a cabinet. There were also some flags on the front of the car.
"Carl, can we eighty-six the flags, please?"
"No. The flags allow me to park anywhere. We keep the flags."
"Sorry, Carl."
They sat in silence for only a few more moments when Blaine broke the silence once more.
"Carl, can we pick up my best friend, Finn? He's on the way."
"Anything you say, Prince. Just tell me where to go."
"Thanks."
Blaine pulled out his phone and let Finn know he was picking him up and that he had a surprise. And immediately told Carl where to go. When they turned the corner on Finn's street, he texted him to let him know to be outside and they would be there in just a few minutes. They pulled up to his driveway and he saw Finn standing there holding his backpack. Blaine stepped outside and he saw Finn laughing.
"Did I miss something? Are we going to a wedding?"
"Uh, no. School. No, this the uh...surprise ride. This is Carl."
Finn walked over to Blaine and waited for Carl to appear next to them.
"Finn, Carl. Carl, Finn."
Finn went in to shake Carl's hand.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you! You know, you look like John Stamos?"
Blaine had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. And it was obvious from the look on Carl's face that he had never heard of that person.
"Yes. Excuse me."
He walked in between the two of them to open the door.
"You want a ride, right?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah, totally." Finn answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Hey, I got it!" Blaine told Carl who was just about to open the door.
Carl just smiled and nodded. "Of course." He walked away to go get behind the wheel, leaving Finn and Blaine to silently squeak with excitement.
Blaine opened the door and let Finn go in front of him.
"Oh my...wow." Finn said as he sat down.
"Please fasten your seatbelts, gentlemen." Carl asked from the front.
"Is your mother dating an undertaker?" Finn asked as they headed for school and he started playing with the buttons and switches on the roof of the limo.
"Uh, no. This long-lost grandmother showed up and she wants me to use it." Blaine responded, cleaning off his glasses.
"And?" Finn pressed for more information.
"I-I don't know. I guess she's just trying to be nice to get me to like her." Blaine wouldn't admit to anyone that it was secretly working.
"Oh." Finn said.
"Hey, Carl?" Blaine called. "Can you please park a block away from school? I really don't want to cause a riot with this hearse."
"This is a non riot hearse. And if it were a hearse, there would be silence in the backseat."
Finn and Blaine just looked at each other before bursting into laughter.
After Carl dropped them off, they walked the rest of the way. They were almost there when they heard the cheerleaders doing their daily cheer.
"Hey there, ho there. How do you do? This is Grove Lions sayin' hi to you. Go Lions! Rowr!"
They both rolled their eyes and turned the other direction. Neither of them liked the cheerleaders and they tried to avoid them if at all possible.
"I'll talk to you later, Blaine. I've got to go find Rachel."
"Alright. I'll see you later!" They waved and went off in opposite directions. Blaine was heading to his locker when he happened to stumble upon Hunter, Nick, Jeff and, he felt his stomach to summersaults, Sebastian all sitting on a ledge. He was hoping to make it past them when...
"Tell me, Blaine. Is it true about your speech?" He heard Nick say. "Are you really speaking at the Bulimic Convention?"
"So you can speak and barf at the same time?" Hunter added.
He rolled his eyes as Nick started making hurling sounds making everyone else laugh. He walked away and tried not to think about it. He let these things get to him too much and it was started to make him upset. He always tried to tell himself that he didn't care what anyone else thought and he shouldn't. He has people in his life that love him just the way he is and he was going to keep them close.
Besides, Blaine couldn't think about them at all right now. He had to get to his first class of the day...gym.
The only good thing about his gym class was that he had it with Kurt, Rachel and Sebastian. Other than that, he hated it. He was not athletic and he was tired of being laughed at whenever he tried to do anything and today was no better. They were playing softball and Blaine would've loved no better than to curl up in the outfield and make himself small. But no! The gym coach, Shannon Beiste picked him to be the catcher.
The person hitting right now, Blaine thinks his name was Ryder, hit the ball to third and he saw Kurt catch it.
"Good glove, Kurt. Way to go." Coach Beiste yelled.
Kurt threw the ball back to the pitcher and Coach Beiste walked up to home plate to hit.
"I'm going to let this one go, Blaine. Try catching, alright?"
"Are you sure?" Blaine whimpered.
"It's a slow pitch. You can catch it on a bounce. Don't worry about it."
Blaine felt like crying. He was so nervous. Why couldn't he have gotten any sort of athletic skills.
He watched as the pitcher threw the ball, making it pass Coach Beiste. Blaine missed, to absolutely no one's shock, especially his own. He turned around to pick up the ball and heard the coach speak to him.
"Okay, now get it and throw it back to the pitcher."
Blaine picked up the ball and threw. He heard everyone gasp and stop what they were doing. Blaine had done a lot of stupid things before in gym but hitting his teacher in the head with a softball was probably the dumbest thing he has ever done. He heard some of the boys in class laugh but he tuned them out. He took his mask off and walked over to her.
"I am so sorry."
"Mmm." She held up a hand to stop him from talking.
"I'm really-"
"Mmm."
"I didn't mean and I-"
"Mmm."
She turned to walk away but Blaine called out to her.
"Can I help you?"
"Ice. Get me ice." She called to whoever would listen.
Blaine literally face palmed. And they want me to rule a country? He thought to himself.
It had been just a few days since the gym incident and since then, Coach Beiste hadn't let him anywhere near the diamond which didn't upset him at all. He just wanted to go home, take a nap and forget everything.
He and Finn were riding their scooters home from school just talking about anything.
"And I'm on the verge of becoming a nutcase and my parents think I need an attitude adjustment. So, my mom wants to take me out to dinner tonight, just the two of us. We ran out of things to talk about when I was 8."
"Well, at least your dad's still alive." Blaine said.
"Hey. I thought you'd gotten over that. It's been what? Two months?"
"I know, I know. But, after all, he was my dad."
"Biologically, yes, but you never met the man. Just a nice card and gift on your birthday for 15 years?" Finn asked.
"Hey! Be fair. They were beautiful presents." Blaine defended. "Remember that Faberge merry-go-round he sent me? That was nice. And, he paid for my school tuition."
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Hey, Finn, I gotta run. I've gotta see your brother about my baby."
"Okay, but let's take the limo tomorrow, my legs are killing me."
Blaine just laughed.
"You got it!"
Blaine didn't need to be in the garage to know that band practice was going on. He could hear it. He rolled his scooter in and stood for a minute watching them rehearse. He looked over at Kurt and smiled. If there was one thing he admired about Kurt, it was his passion he put into playing. He giggled at the sight of the M&M's on the keys. Kurt always said he wanted to have them on hand in case he ever got hungry and the more that fell off, it meant the more he messed up. While it confused Blaine, it didn't confuse Kurt.
He scooted over to his car and gave it a small kiss on the hood. He loved his car. It may not run and he may not be able to legally drive it, but he loved it. He was smiling at his car, probably looking like an idiot when he heard someone knock on the hood of the car. He turned around and saw Kurt standing there, smiling. He was so tuned out that he didn't even notice band practice ending.
Blaine returned the smile.
"Hey! That's-it's sounding really good. You know Puck is really wailing."
Kurt was going to respond but was interrupted by his father.
"Hello, Blaine."
"Hey, Burt. So, what's the diagnosis for my baby?" He asked, walking to the drivers side door.
"Four hundred dollars." He responded.
Blane's hand slipped and accidentally made the car horn go off, making Kurt jump slightly who had started leaning against the hood.
"Yeah, I know. It costs to be cool, huh?"
"This is not my day." Blaine grumbled.
"I'll do some labor free." Kurt said, causing Burt to look at him with a suspicious expression.
"Thanks, but I'll talk to my grandma about it," Blaine hadn't wanted to ask for her help but how else was he supposed to get the money? "It'll be great. Anyway, I'll see you guys later. I've gotta be somewhere."
Kurt was watching Blaine leave when he heard Burt next to him.
"Ooh. 'I'll do some labor free.' Heh. You sweet on him?" He teased.
"He's my brother's best friend." Kurt said.
"Yeah, that's the hardest place to be. Between friend and friendlier, huh?"
"Get out of here!" Kurt giggled, throwing his rag at Burt as he walked away, leaving Kurt by himself.
He wasn't expecting Blaine to come in today and now that he had, he just knew that he was going to be distracted the rest of the day. Blaine looked so amazing today. And it killed Kurt everyday that Blaine didn't see just how amazing he was. It killed him even more that Blaine couldn't see how much Kurt saw it. He had to do something about this. Burt was right. This was a hard place to be. If he acted on his feelings and it didn't work out, that could ruin the relationship between Finn and Blaine. But if he didn't do anything about it, it was just going to eat away at him. He was so in love with Blaine and everyday he fell further and further.
Let me know what you thought! This chapter was a little rocky and everywhere but I'm going strictly off the movie so I'm constantly pausing and going by scenes and these past 10 minutes of the movie where different days and everywhere like I said so I apologize for it. I also felt like I had to add in the John Stamos look alike line because I thought it would be funny. I really do like the Kurt POV so I'm going to keep those up. I have two chapters in mind where it's only going to be Kurt POV but I'll let you know when they are before they happen. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and hope that you enjoy the start of your summer! Peace and love! xoxo
