Chapter Two September Part One
Authors Note:
Yeah, that's right. Warblers is written by TWO people!
A: Sorry it took so long for this chapter to come out. We have been so distracted lately and many personal issues with friends and family kept us from writing this chapter. We tried not to make this chapter so lengthy like the last one. The reason the chapters now are so long is because one chapter is one month and we want to catch up in months so we can write on our current timing so yeah.. I hope that made sense :)
M: Hello! So. The explanation for the long chapters is right above me -^. In this story we hope to go through Kurt's entire Junior year. The Chapter before was August. There's not much for me to say… except we really dedicate ourselves to this fanfic and hope you enjoy it.
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Roberto Venezuela had options. He was a star basketball-tennis-baseball player at Dalton. Roberto had gotten in on a whim. It was a complete miracle that the coach of the Basketball team had seen him playing a pickup game on the street. Coach Aaron had contacted him that day and convinced his mother that an all boys school would help him reach her ultimate dream. Roberto was "destined" to be a doctor. Growing up with a single mother was a typical thing in Roberto's old neighborhood. His mom was determined to break the stereotypes. She didn't approve of Roberto's dream of pursuing a career in basketball. It wasn't realistic. It wasn't what "they" had dreamed of all those years. Roberto had standards that he had to live by when all he wanted to do was play ball.
Roberto walked down the hall as if he owned everything. He nodded to the occasional housemate in recognition. Roberto was a part of Ellis dormitory. One of the very few who wasn't a Warbler. He had never done much outside his usual territory. He kept mostly to himself. He had joined Dalton his sophomore year. Everyone had already decided where they fit in. He didn't make the effort to get to know anyone but the jocks yet, even those friends were only made my default. They only talked to him because he was indeed the best player. This caused a problem on Roberto's part. He became a little too cocky for his own good. He knew he was the best. However, he did enjoy the constant reminder. He was on his way to the last basketball practice of the season. Tomorrow was the big day. The last game of the season against another private school called Rodale. There were going to be college scouts from all over the country. None of them mattered to Roberto. He only wanted to get noticed by one.
Stanford.
The Stanford college scout Greg (as he told Roberto to call him because Mr. Westland made him sound "old" and "dry") was the key to getting him in. He needed everything to go perfect. As He passed by some of his friend they smiled but behind those smiles was jealousy. Roberto had everything. He was the star point guard. He got good grades. He could have any girl he wanted. Roberto smiled and knew what they were thinking he ignored them. He wasn't in the mood. He made his way through to the locker room. He changed into his normal workout clothes. The Dalton logo gleamed in the early sunlight. He looked at himself in the mirror. His arms were slender and his calves were firm from the constant running. His tan skin complimented the light color in his eyes. He smiled. It felt so unnatural. He shook his head. He hadn't felt genuinely happy for a long went out into the gym where his entire team was standing in a circle in the middle of the court. When they saw him approach they began to applaud. He arched his eyebrows and smiled but was confused. "Hey guys, What's going on?
Kurt was lying on his bed he had finished his homework, laundry, and even ironed his bed sheets. He was having a hard time concentrating. He opened up the latest issue of Vogue. Every boy in the magazine reminded him of Blaine. It was either their hair or the way their nose crinkled when they smiled. Kurt had no idea how he was going to get this boy to notice him. Then doubt spread over his pale face. Was Blaine even right for him? For his life? This didn't make sense. Obviously Kurt couldn't decide. The way Blaine had him wrapped his finger…
Kurt knew what he had to do.
"Hey Mercedes! How are you?" Kurt called Mercedes. His best friend.
"I'm good, loads of Drama as always. You?" Kurt normally didn't call on school days. He was usually too busy for her. She began to worry.
"Dalton isn't so bad; I got my grades up since the beginning of school. A B+ average, pretty good if I do say so myself. I'm still so madly in love Blaine."Kurt ended his sentence dramatically. He would never admit that to anyone but Mercedes.
"Ohhhhh! I only met him that one time at the mall, not really the best first meeting." Mercedes stopped worrying at the mention of Blaine. She hated to admit it but, he was slowly taking her place. She resented that.
"Hm, Mercedes! How would you go on a fake "Date" with Blaine... so you can get to know him better?" Kurt said it before he realized it. All these thoughts about Blaine had been swarming in his mind just fell out.
"I'm guessing you want my approval." Mercedes smiled. Maybe Kurt did need her.
"That would be nice, but I know you will like him, HES PERFECT! I only strive for the best" Kurt grinned and sighed a little at the thought of Blaine's perfect eyes.
"I'm free right now! How about Blaine?" Mercedes wanted to do something. Anything at this point to stay intertwined in Kurt's life.
"I don't know. I'll go ask! Text you later?" Kurt hung up before she could reply.
"Okay, b—"The phone went dead. Mercedes sighed and stared at her phone.
Kurt's friendship lately had become a one way street. Didn't he know that she needed him too?
Kurt threw the phone on his comforter and went across the hall to Blaine's room. He tapped gently on his door. One. Two. Three knocks.
"Come in." Blaine had recognized the sounds as the only Kurt Hummel.
Kurt walked in and saw Blaine lying on his couch with his legs hanging off the top end and his head almost touching the floor. His face was a little red due to the blood rushing to his head from being upside down. Blaine turned towards the door and tried to sit up straight when he saw Kurt but ended up losing his balance and heading straight for the floor. Kurt rushed to his side to help him up trying his best to stop himself from laughing
"Are you okay?" Kurt bit his lip stifling giggles.
"Yeah... I'm fine" Blaine brushed off his shoulders trying to regain composure."What are you up too?" he said running his fingers through his hair.
"Nothing, I'm bored out of my mind." Kurt sat on the couch and crossed his legs. Blaine tried not to stare at how beautiful Kurt looked in just a t shirt and jeans.
"I can tell." Blaine coughed. Did Kurt notice the way he looked at him? "What's up?"
"Well, I just got off the phone with Mercedes and she wants to get to know you!" Kurt said making a note to tell Mercedes that this was her idea.
"Get to know me? Why?" Blaine sat a little closer to Kurt trying to get comfortable.
"Because she wants to be friends with you and say thanks for all the things you have done for me. I of course, won't be going."Kurt liked that Blaine was inching closer but was trying not to show it.
"Why not?" Blaine pouted. He saw Kurt smile and turn away quickly.
"Because I'm going to hog you all to myself and Mercedes wouldn't be able to talk to you!" Kurt admitted.
"I wouldn't mind that." Blaine brushed his finger along Kurt's cheek to get his attention.
"Well... Mercedes will." Kurt began turning a bright red. Blaine was playing him like a violin. He wasn't going to let him embarrass him.
"Okay. When does she want to hang?" Blaine said folding his arms.
"Right now?" Kurt said softly.
"Wow, a heads up would have been great!" Blaine was nervous. There was no time to prepare! What was he going to wear? Where was he going to take her? He had no time to ask Wes and David for their help!
Kurt saw the panic in Blaine's' eyes. Maybe he was upset with him? Kurt apologized "You know you don't have too…"
"I want too. let me get ready there isn't much time and where does she want to meet?" Blaine sat up and was pacing around the room now.
"Okay, sheesh! Don't need to be all diva on me now!" Kurt laughed and watched Blaine's impatient movements.
Kurt walked out of Blaine's room, hiding his smile. Kurt pulled out his phone and texted Mercedes.
"Blaine is on board! :)" – Kurt
"Nice! Meet him at the Mall?"- Mercedes.
"Okay, be nice with him! " –Kurt
"Boy, I'm not going to cut him up or anything!" –Mercedes
"You better not! Text me when Blaine gets there?"—Kurt
"Okay :) ttyl then!" - Mercedes.
Blaine walked out looking more dapper then before. Kurt tried not drool over Blaine's tight shirt that hugged his muscle perfectly.
"How do I look?" Blaine saw the expression on Kurt's face. He didn't have to ask.
"You look... Great." Kurt struggled for the right words… God like would have been too much? Yet very accurate.
Blaine blushed. The things Kurt did to him with a simple smile.
"I guess I better be going." Blaine struggled to find his car keys. Front pocket he reminded himself.
"She wants to meet at the mall, remember how to get there?" Kurt had printed out the Google directions just in case he had them behind his back.
Just in case.
"Yes. Bye Kurt. - Please. Don't have TOO much fun here." Blaine walked out the door and vaguely heard the crumpling of paper as he closed it.
Blaine was starting to get nervous. He had only been driving for ten minutes and was very close to hyperventilating. What if Mercedes didn't like Blaine? That would suck… Blaine thought. His phone buzzed and his favorite person popped up on his screen.
"Don't worry Blaine; she's going to love you!"-Kurt
You sure? - Blaine
Of course I am! Would I ever lie to you...? HEY wait don't text and drive. - Kurt
Kurt was almost going to add something along the lines of I'd hate for you to die and leave me alone forever. But, again he felt it was too much.
Blaine smiled at the thought of Kurt being concerned about him. Blaine could get used to that
Blaine pulled in to the parking lot. He spotted Mercedes car and saw her standing next to it. Blaine took a deep breath in to calm himself. He got out of his car and walked up to the girl who looked extremely intimidating.
"Hi, nice to meet you again" Blaine laughed "I mean last time we weren't properly introduced in the first place" He held out his hand.
"Dude, don't got to be all formal! Mercedes pulled him into a hug. She walked into this meeting open minded.
Blaine laughed and so did Mercedes. Mercedes pulled out her phone. Blaine did the same. They laughed and said at the same time
"Texting Kurt?"
I'm here with your friend. She's nice (: - Blaine
Glad you're safe. Have fun! Ttly! - Kurt
"I'm with your man now ;)"—Mercedes
"HES NOT MY MAN!"- Kurt
"Yet."-Mercedes.
"Stop teasing me and get to know him!"-Kurt
Mercedes and Blaine walked into the mall together. They looked around the mall for a while without saying a word to each, neither of them knowing what to say. It had started off well but became painfully awkward. Mercedes decided to break the silence as they walked into a clothing store.
"Do you have any relatives?" She was looking through the racks and was worried she wasn't making a good impression.
"I have a younger sister and an older brother. How about you?" Blaine was looking at Mercedes who constantly avoided his eye contact.
"No, but I consider Kurt like my brother. How's my boy. How's Kurt doing at Dalton?" Mercedes was glad they were finally talking.
"He's doing great, better than last month." Blaine shivered at the thought.
"What do you mean?" Mercedes didn't know the whole story. Mercedes ALWAYS knew the story.
"Well the Karofsky thing happened. Kurt wouldn't really talk to us or eat very much..." Blaine sighed. He hated this subject.
"What did you do?" Mercedes looked worried.
"Nothing... Kurt wouldn't let me help." Blaine admitted. He was a coward. But, there was nothing he could do at the time.
Mercedes looked at him and scoffed. How could he just not do anything?
"Why didn't you help him? Kurt always pushes people away when he needs them at most! You should learn that Blaine!"Mercedes was livid.
"I TRIED!" Blaine shouted back. Why was she attacking him? She didn't do anything for Kurt either.
"YOU DIDNT TRY HARD ENOUGH!" Mercedes yelled not caring about the scene they were causing in the middle of the store.
"I'm sorry... but neither did you. You go weeks without talking to Kurt. At least I'm there." Blaine knew he had no right to say that but the thought of anyone accusing him of mistreating Kurt was ridiculous.
Blaine... really liked him.
"Just stop." She whispered softly. "Let's just go"
That last comment stopped Mercedes from continuing any further. She couldn't believe he had said that. So much for giving him a chance, she thought
They continued to walk around the mall. Mercedes was angry. She thought he was taking better care of Kurt. Mercedes tried to cool down and just try shopping while Blaine followed her. Mercedes found a top she loved and wanted to get it. She marveled at and looked at the price tag. Her jaw dropped open and she put it back. Blaine saw this and picked up the shirt. He looked at the price and thought nothing of it. He wanted another chance of showing Mercedes that he wasn't at all that bad. Most of all he wanted forgiveness
"Do you want this?" Blaine held up the shirt for her approval
"Yeah, but it's too expensive." Mercedes replied meekly.
"I can buy it for you." Blaine said with a shrug.
"Its fine." Mercedes shook her head "Thanks…"
Through out the day Blaine kept on offering to buy things for Mercedes. She was starting to get irritated with this boy. What the hell did Kurt see in him? A know it all? A rich prick?
"Let's go get dinner." Mercedes offered trying to smile but there was no use.
Mercedes thought that if they ate, Blaine can't talk or offer to buy her anything else. He'd just have to shut up.
"Okay, but I insist on buying." Blaine added.
Mercedes shook her head and once more they would cause a scene.
"Does it look like I need your money?" Mercedes nearly shouted.
"What do you mean?" Blaine was just trying to win her friendship.
"All damn after noon you kept asking, do you want this, do you want that, it's not that expensive." Mercedes had kept note of everything. Blaine was so persistent.
"No but-" This wasn't Blaine's intention at all.
"But nothing, I don't need your charity." Mercedes began to walk off.
"I just wanted to be nice..." Blaine yelled out after her.
"I think we should call it a day. Goodbye." Mercedes shouted back. She stayed looking forward to avoid giving him the satisfaction of seeing her tears.
Blaine got into his car and immediately dialed Kurt. He was on the verge of tears. This stupid meeting could change everything.
"Hey! What's up?" Kurt was excited to found out how well things had gone. He had been imagining that the two had shopped and gossiped together. He hoped that Blaine admitted to Mercedes how he was deeply in love with Kurt and hoped to ask him out soon. His fantasy was cut quick once he heard the sadness in Blaine's voice.
"This didn't turn out so well Kurt." Kurt's stomach dropped. His head began to spin.
Nothing ever turned out well for him.
The big game day had arrived. Roberto was changing into his uniform when he heard the game bell ring signaling the 15 minute mark before the game was going to begin. Roberto had practiced harder than ever at the last practice. After his coach had announced that they were nominating him for the Dalton Athlete Scholarship. If he won, Dalton would pay for his entire ride. The only catch being he had to play sports all through college. Roberto didn't mind. He would do anything. He was the last one in the locker room. He was going over all the plays in his head. He was compiling a list of people he would pass the ball too in the event he actually had too. James, Jeremy. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt someone clasp his shoulder.
"You ready son, "His coach was beaming. It had been years since Dalton had seen an athlete like Roberto. It was about time.
"Just a little nervous sir," Roberto laughed. A little was an understatement.
"You gotta get out there" He tapped him and pointed towards the doors that led to the court.
"I can't wait" Roberto gulped. Roberto pushed through the doors to see the rest of his team doing lay ups.
"Well, Look who decided to show up" James said tossing the ball at Roberto who caught it without a second thought.
"Yeah, I figured you might need me." Roberto marveled at the amount of people in the stands it made him burst with pride at the amount of Red and Navy In the stands.
The buzzard rang.
James put an arm around Roberto's shoulder. "Let's kick some ass."
"Ugh! She was way too hard on you! Don't blame yourself! Don't worry about Mercedes, I'll talk to her. She'll give you another chance if I ask. Just give her space for now." Kurt was trying to show Blaine that things were going to be just fine. Blaine was being stubborn. He felt terrible.
"No she's right, I should have done more to make you happier Kurt." Blaine replied softly.
Kurt took Blaine's hand and tried to get Blaine to look at him.
"Where are we going?" Kurt had realized they were walking towards a building Kurt had never been to before.
Blaine looked up and Kurt smiled. Why wasn't he surprised that Kurt had never been to their school gym before?
"James has a basketball game. We're late." Blaine shrugged
The Warblers like to support him." Blaine smiled eagerly. "He's one of the few of us who participates in sports. Plus, it's a rival game."He reached for the metal door handle but, Kurt stopped him.
"Blaine... You are one of the reasons I was so happy. You're my best friend Blaine. I couldn't ask for a better one." Kurt looked into his friends hazel eyes and smiled "Don't ever doubt that."
"Thanks Kurt." Blaine blushed and held the door open. Before Kurt even had the chance to marvel at the size and elegance of the schools gymnasium. They heard screams. Fans were crowded around the court.
"PLEASE. SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE"
"OOOOOOOOOOOOW" Roberto yelled. The entire room grew silent. He felt like he had been laying there for hours. He didn't know where he was. He felt dizzy. He looked around the room. There was equipment that he was hooked up too. An IV in his arm. Roberto hated hospitals. He tried sitting up but his legs felt too heavy. James was sitting in an arm chair asleep. His hair was matted against his forehead and he was still in basketball uniform. Before Roberto could wake him up and ask what the hell was going on a tall Indian man walked into the room.
" Hello Mr. Venezuela. Nice to see you awake" Dr. Singh said kindly.
Roberto groaned. His legs felt tight "Doc. What happened?"
The smile faded from the Doctor's face. "Son, How are you feeling?"
The night before they had tried so hard to comfort him but, no safe amount of pain medicine could stop him from screaming as he slept.
" Well, what do you think?" Roberto gestured to the IV and hospital gown.
The Doctor frowned once more. Roberto wasn't patient.
" WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME" he shouted and saw James jerk up.
" wha-?" James wiped the sweat from his forehead. " You okay?"
The Doctor could see this was going to be hard. " Mr..?"
James stood up "Kenny sir."
Dr. Singh smiled " Mr. Kenny please. Give us a moment?"
James nodded " No problem." James grinned at Roberto "Bro, I'll be outside if you need me"
Roberto nodded. " So lay it on me doc."
Dr. Singh sat down " You ruptured your Achilles tendon"
Roberto felt time stop. No. this is wrong. Right? He couldn't remember what happened during the game. He was running and cramped up. It wasn't a big deal. It happened all the time.
"Son?" Roberto felt the snap back into reality. He began to sweat. His pulse quickened and his body shook.
"Yeah?" he said the word barely escaping his mouth.
"I'm afraid you won't walk for a while"
Chapter Three : September Pt. Two
The Warblers
Things never end up the way they want them too.
