Hello lovely readers! I have been grateful for the reviews I have received, but I'm not even sure if anyone is reading this. While I write for me, I find it pointless to post it here if nobody is reading it, you know? I promise that I don't bite reviewers.
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Blaine pressed SEND with a fluffy of butterflies swarming his stomach because he wasn't sure how the conversation would play out between him and Kurt. It would be the first time that they would talk, since the Winter Formal debacle. He anxiously listened to it ring for the fifth time, before the ringing finally, finally stopped.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked, which Blaine thought was pretty silly because he had Blaine's number saved in his phone. At the same time, they never spoke over the phone, and it had been a while since their last conversation.
"Hi Kurt," Blaine nervously said, gripping his phone a little harder.
"What's up?" Kurt asked, a bit weary since he hadn't heard from Blaine since Friday afternoon, when he was getting ready for the semi-formal that he was attending with some kid named Maxxie.
"I need some help with an audition piece for McKinley," Blaine admitted, not even worrying about the details at this point.
"What? Why? For when?" Kurt fired out questions, since his mouth apparently had a mind of its own.
"I have an audition after Winter Break because I'm transferring," Blaine said, as Kurt silently waited for the rest of his questions to be answered, "I didn't actually get to the Winter Semi-Formal because the jocks I told you about had decided to put me in my place for once and all. I ended up in the hospital –" Kurt gasped from the other end of the line "– with some broken ribs, a minor concussion, and a bruised appendix."
"I'm so sorry, Blaine," Kurt whispered, before getting even quieter, "Was it my courage text?"
"No," Blaine lied, "It was my own stupidity for deciding to go to a school dance."
"I can meet you at the Lima Bean in ten minutes to start talking about audition ideas," Kurt offered, much to Blaine's chagrin.
"I'll see you in ten minutes," Blaine said with a smile, before hanging up.
It took all of Blaine's willpower to not flop onto his bed to flail his legs like the protagonist in any good romantic comedy after a successful encounter with their crush. Instead, he calmly bounded down the steps and skidded to a stop in the living room, where Ella was going through admissions papers sent over from McKinley.
"Where are you off to?" Ella asked, as Blaine gently slid into his peacoat, since the temperatures were dropping.
"Lima Bean," Blaine said without grandeur, before beaming at his mom, "With Kurt."
"Oh, speaking of," Ella said, thinking back to the phone call she had with the admissions office at McKinley, "Your audition is scheduled for the Tuesday that McKinley classes start up again in January."
"Awesome! I'll be home before dinner," Blaine promised, grabbing his keys from the table just outside of the living room, "Will dad be joining us?"
"I don't know, baby," Ella said, adding a pet name for comfort, which Blaine appreciated, "Go meet up with Kurt and have fun!"
"Thanks!" Blaine said with a smile, before dashing out into the cold to get behind the wheel of his car. He pulled out of his driveway with instant internal autopilot to get to the Lima Bean. He pulled in the parking lot exactly twelve minutes since he had hung up with Kurt. He was going to need to stop being so late all the time.
Blaine walked into the Lima Bean, surveying the small café for Kurt, who was spotted standing in the queue. He slid up next to Kurt, effectively startling the pale skinned boy.
"Blaine," Kurt gasped, slapping aimlessly at Blaine's arm, before enveloping him in a comforting hug.
"Not too tight," Blaine said, wincing as Kurt squeezed just the slightest bit too hard.
"I'm so glad that you're alright," Kurt gushed, stepping up in the counter, "I'll have a medium drip and a grande nonfat mocha –" Kurt took one look back at Blaine "– and two hazelnut biscottis."
"You don't have to," Blaine protested for a split second, as Kurt passed a twenty over to the barista who was then busy making change.
"It's the least I can do for getting you in this situation," Kurt said with a look towards Blaine like he knew.
"It was my own stupidity, which I'm surprised didn't get me hurt earlier," Blaine babbled, trying to keep up with his lie, "After all, being friends with Wes and David was bound to sink in sometime."
"You're a horrible liar," Kurt said with a small smile as they walked down the counter to the pickup area.
Blaine blushed, as a comfortable silence fell between then. It was only broken by the barista placing their drinks and biscottis wrapped in wax paper, wishing them a good afternoon. They both replied the same to her.
"Anyway, what did you have in mind for your audition?" Kurt asked, as they grabbed their purchases and headed for the booth they shared the first day they had met.
"I was supposed to have something in mind?" Blaine asked out of shock, which caused Kurt to laugh under his breath.
"I was just kidding," Kurt gently said to soothe the embarrassed Blaine that was currently dunking his biscotti into his hot liquid, "If you had an idea in mind, then you wouldn't need me."
"Of course," Blaine mumbled, before stuffing more biscotti into his mouth.
"I was originally thinking something contemporary because it is nearly impossible to mess up contemporary, but I know that the majority of the audition pieces that they receive is contemporary and you can only sit through so many before –" Kurt stopped midsentence because Blaine was staring at him like he was repeating the solution for the speed of light.
"I'm sorry. I don't have an ounce of dance background," Blaine sheepishyly admitted, before thinking about the Warbler rehearsals that he had sat in on, "Unless you count a boring two-step dancing."
Kurt was shaking his head in disdain before the sentence even escaped Blaine's lips, "Blaine, a two-step is not a form of dance. And, if you think it is, you might as well leave right now."
Blaine didn't have a reply to Kurt's comment, which let the McKinley student continue, "Contemporary is a loose mixture of ballet, modern, and postmodern dance. Is it safe to assume you know what ballet is?" Blaine nodded. "Modern and postmodern incorporate less choreography and more compositional philosophy."
"But, no to contemporary?" Blaine asked, trying to mentally catalogue all of the definitions thrown at him in the past three minutes.
"At least no to traditional contemporary, which is usually more... sedated than other forms of dance. After too many traditional contemporary pieces, one grows rather, err bored with the rest to follow," Kurt spoke, fishing for words to convey exactly what he meant, "I think you'd do an upbeat song justice."
"And that's a good thing?" Blaine nervously asked, pushing the second biscotti towards Kurt, who pushed it back.
"I bought that for you," Kurt simply said, smiling as Blaine reached for it, "And, yes, it's a very good thing."
"How?" Blaine asked in between mushy bites of biscotti laced with medium drip.
"I know plenty of dancers that can only do scornfully emotional pieces," Kurt admitted, thinking back to his classes at McKinley and wondering for a split second where Blaine would fit in, "But, I think that you could pull off both with proper instruction."
"So, what did you do for your audition piece?" Blaine asked, sipping back the last drops of his medium drip.
Kurt blushed, then checked his iPhone interface, "My dad won't be home for another hour or so. I could show you."
"I promised my mom that I would be back for dinner," Blaine said, before selflessly adding, "I don't want to let her down because my dad isn't exactly around all that often these days, since he doesn't support me going to a dance-tart academy."
"I'm so sorry, Blaine," Kurt earnestly said, reaching across the table to establish contact with Blaine.
"It's not that bad," Blaine lied, instantly feeling suffocated in the building, "Text me when you're free this weekend, if you even are, and you can show me your dance then."
"Okay," Kurt said, watching as Blaine slid out of the booth, before struggling to get on his jacket without agitating one of his healing ribs. Kurt got out of the booth, grabbed the sleeve that Blaine was just mere centimeters away from grabbing on his own, "Let me help you."
"Thank you," Blaine said, turning around to face Kurt for a second, "For the coffee, the jacket, everything."
"You're welcome," Kurt said, as Blaine turned to nearly run out of the café.
Blaine neared the doors taking in ragged breaths, when he heard a faint "I'll text you" over his shoulder.
Thank you for sticking with me.