Tralala. I don't know what to say. I do not own. I wish Glee was off hiatus already. Boom.
Blaine had awoken on Saturday morning nearly shaking to the core over what today meant. He was going to be over at Kurt's house going over audition music choices, along with seeing Kurt's own audition piece. It nearly drove him up a wall to wait for one o'clock to roll around, since he had been up since eight that morning.
"I'm going to Kurt's to go over things for the audition –" Blaine yelled into the depths of the lower level for his mom to hear, until he heard a hushed conversation coming from the kitchen. He curiously wandered to follow the voices.
"Oh, hello Blaine," Ella straightened in her chair across from Robert at the table. It was the first time Blaine had seen him, since he left the hospital room nearly two weeks ago.
"I'm going to Kurt's," Blaine repeated, swallowing thickly at what his father's rebuttal would be.
"Will you be home for dinner, baby?" Ella asked, keeping her eyes locked on her son.
"I'm not sure yet; we didn't discuss it," Blaine grasped at straws for something to break the tense silence in the room, "I can text you and let you know?"
"Why don't you just come home for dinner, okay?" Ella suggested, even though it had more of a command feel to it. Blaine nodded meekly at his mother.
"I'll be back for dinner," Blaine promised, waiting a beat before deciding that there would be no time to leave the room where it wouldn't be unbearably awkward. He slowly backed out of kitchen with two sets of eyes trained on him. He could finally breathe once he was out of the room filled with awkward tension. Blaine quickly fished his keys from the dish on the table, grabbed his peacoat, and left his house.
On the walk to his car, he managed to swing on his jacket. He punched in Kurt's address into his GPS, while his car warmed up. The GPS instructed him to exit his driveway and head towards Lima. He kept the radio as dull white noise, while he thought about what he walked into in the kitchen. It was so unbearably tense. He was hoping on every last nerve that being with Kurt would take his mind off of it.
Blaine pulled his car in front of a modestly sized white house when his GPS dinged that he arrived at his destination. He pulled his phone from his jean pocket, waiting for Kurt to pick up, "I'm here."
"Oh, I see you," Kurt said, as one of the upstairs curtains billowed, "You can park behind my Navigator. I'll be down in a second to let you in."
They hung up, as Blaine sharply turned into the drive way and parked behind Kurt's Navigator. He exited his vehicle, grabbing his essentials, before walking up the steps to the front porch. The door flew open instantly.
"Welcome to my humble abode," Kurt graciously said, sweeping his arm around the front foyer. Blaine took in the scent of Kurt's home that was a mixture of lavender and clean linens. He took a step closer to Kurt taking in his own cologne among the rest of the homey scents, allowing Kurt to swing the door closed behind him.
"You have a lovely home," Blaine honestly said, openly gawking at his surroundings, which included tasetful decorating.
"Thank you," Kurt said, swelling with pride, "I decorated it when we moved during my sophomore year."
"Really?" Blaine asked, as everything was in a new light.
"You haven't even seen the best of it," Kurt boasted, before looking at Blaine who was still dressed for the winter weather, "I can put your jacket into the coat closet, and you're welcome to wear your shoes."
"Thanks," Blaine said, as Kurt helped him out of his coat because expanding his ribs was still a little sore at this point.
"I'll give you the grand tour," Kurt announced, excited at the thought of giving a tour because it was one of his favorite things to do, but all of his friend's already knew where everything was located.
Blaine trailed behind Kurt through the lower level, which included the living room, den, dining room, kitchen, and small bathroom. He declined Kurt's offer of any snacks or drinks. They trekked up the stairs, where they passed Burt's office, before arriving at a door that contained an array of video game noises and grunts.
"It's Finn, my step-brother," Kurt said without preamble, before lighting up, "You remember him from the coffee shop. He's ridiculously tall" - Kurt gestured way above his head - "and having all these girl problems."
"Oh, right, him," Blaine said with a satisfying realization that Finn wasn't some kind of threat.
"Then, you have my dad and Carole's room on the left, bathroom on the right, and here's my room," Kurt said, pausing for an anxious second before pushing his bedroom door open.
"You're right," Blaine breathlessly said as Kurt led them into his personal space, "The lower level really doesn't prepare you for the decorating in here."
"Thank you," Kurt honestly said, before situating himself in front of his laptop on his desk, "I have a few song selections that I want you to listen through because I have a lot of ideas for them."
"I can't wait," Blaine said as Kurt pressed play on the iTunes playlist that was specially made for the occasion. Blaine took the seat by the laptop to fiddle with the playlist, while Kurt pulled a chair from the corner of his room.
The second track began playing, which Blaine instantly despised from the first second. However, he let it continue to play out of generosity for Kurt who had taken the time to select these songs for him.
"Hey, you never showed me your audition," Blaine brought up, as the music played on in the background.
"Okay, well, come take an audience seat," Kurt said, gesturing to his bed that made Blaine's ear flame the hottest red.
Blaine sunk into the plush mattress that made him want to snuggle under the covers and just sleep the day away. Blaine couldn't think of a single reason to ever get out of a bed this comfy. He wasn't sure how Kurt got anything accomplished during the day.
"All the single ladies..." Beyonce's voice wafted from the laptop speakers to snap Blaine out of his thoughts.
Kurt started doing a simple two-step that made Blaine want to point out that two-stepping isn't a real type of dance, but he refrained because that didn't seem like a good way to start off their day. He began shaking his hips and mouthing the words while performing the dance like it was his audition.
"I can care less what you think," Beyonce sang, as Kurt waggled his finger, before striking a pose with his hip popped right out.
Blaine couldn't even hear Beyonce singing when Kurt starting pantomiming the lyrics with you and me and then he ran his hand through his perfectly styled hair. It was just beginning to be too much for Blaine to handle because Kurt could dance.
"If you like it, then you should have put a ring on it," Beyonce sang, while Kurt continued dancing like his life depended on it. Blaine was smiling like a total dork at the show being put on for him. Beyonce continued to sing, "Don't be mad once you see that he want it."
It nearly stopped the Earth's rotation. Kurt bent at the hip before smacking his ass three times that almost made the world stop. As if the obscene hip rotations hadn't been enough, Kurt felt the need to add ass smacking to the routine. It was ludicrous is what it really was.
Kurt finished off the song with the oh, oh, oh part, which led to an awkward end of his performance. He paused the song, before clicking back to the playlist to let the songs run through. Blaine looked awestruck and Kurt didn't know what to say, "So that's it."
"You were awesome!" Blaine gushed, before he could find his brain to mouth filter, "But, I can't dance like that."
"I suspected as much, which is why I have a different sort of performance for you," Kurt said with a wicked glint in his eye, along with an admission, "As long as you can dance better than Finn, you should be fine."
"What does Finn dance like?" Blaine asked out of curiosity, which caused Kurt to hold up his hand to silence Blaine. Then, he began to spaz around his room with no care to where he was throwing his limbs.
Blaine hunched over in sporadic bouts of laughter that irritated his ribs, but he hardly cared because he hadn't laughed like this in a long time. Kurt continued imitating Finn until he finally collapsed to the floor in a tizzy of laughter. Blaine finally caught his breath, and helped Kurt off of the floor.
"Yeah, I think I can do better than that," Blaine said, as a doo wop ballad began to play from the laptop, "And, I like this song."
Kurt listened for a second trapped in his thoughts, "I already have some ideas."
"So, what was going on today?" Blaine asked, walking into his home just in time for dinner after spending the day at Kurt's. Kurt had taught him how to stretch so he wouldn't be as stiff as a board. Then, Kurt began forming the routine in his head, deciding that Blaine was going to need to learn how to do multiple pirouettes. But, pirouettes would be for after his appendix stitches were taken out, his ribs could handle a bit of movement, and his head would stop pounding from one twirl.
"Let's have some dinner first, then we'll talk," Ella said from the kitchen as Blaine slid out of his jacket and toed off his sneakers. He walked into the kitchen, where the table was already set for two.
Ella and Blaine piled their plates with pasta, sauce, and parmesan cheese. Blaine had begun eating because he had grown hungry over the afternoon at Kurt's. Ella paused with the fork poised in her hand.
"Your father and I have decided to separate right now," Ella said in one breath, before spinning some spaghetti around her fork.
"Is it because of me?" Blaine asked, once he had swallowed his mouthful of food that he was sure he was going to choke on upon hearing her words.
"No, baby, of course not," Ella lied with a gentle pet name to ease it all, "Your father and I just aren't seeing on the same level anymore. He thinks it would be best if we just took a break."
"Oh, okay," Blaine managed to get out during his loss of words. He was never particularly close with his father, but he didn't want to be without one, "Is he going to be coming back?"
"We're not sure yet," Ella honestly said, looking up at Blaine with the most tired eyes he had ever seen, "So, how did it go at Kurt's?"
"It went well," Blaine formally said, before diving into gushing about every little detail about his training. He was learning how to stretch properly to become as flexible as the rest of the dancers at the Academy. He felt like a giddy little kid telling his mom all of these details over dinner.
"I'm so proud of you, honey," Ella sweetly cooed, watching as Blaine's face lit up while he talked about how difficult the dance techniques were.
Blaine beamed in response to Ella's compliment. He hadn't realized just how hungry he was until his fork was scraping against the bottom of his plate and his stomach wasn't satisfied with the amount of food he had consumed. He happily went for seconds.
"Blaine," Ella softly said to garner her son's attention, "I spoke with Principal Figgins and Vice Principal Sylvester. They both agree that you should have the opportunity to shadow Kurt sometime this week, so you can get a feel for what the school is like."
"What if I fall in love with it and then don't make the audition?" Blaine sheepishly asked, as Ella gathered up her plate and the leftover pasta.
"What makes you think that?" Ella asked, covering the leftover pasta and depositing it in the refrigerator. She then placed her dirty plate in the sink to soak, not in the mood to deal with the dishes right now.
"I saw Kurt dance today. I can't do anything remotely like that," Blaine admitted, as Ella walked back into the dining room.
"He's had two year more experience at the Academy," Ella soothed her son, dropping a kiss on the top of his head, "You're going to blow them out of the water with your charm alone that they're not going to want to let you go."
"You promise?" Blaine asked like a five year old with a dream too huge to contain.
"I promise, sweetheart," Ella said, before retreating to her bedroom, leaving Blaine to think about proper stretching technique. He was going to have to work hard, before even considering his place at McKinley to be assured.
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