A/N: This is my first KLAINE one-shot... yupyup...Thsi was here before, but it sucked so I had to fix it a little :p
This fanfic is totally based on one drawing, actually a comic. Artist is nerothasupercat at DeviantART
Angelic
Klaine
"Hm?"
I walked down the empty street. The scenery in front of me was blank, all white. I could barely look in front of myself, because of all the brightness. I rose my hand on my forehead and narrowed my hazel eyes to see at least something. I saw, pretty nearby a flying creature and it was coming right towards me. "What on Earth is that?" I said to myself.
It was our bird, Pavarotti. The yellow canary bird landed on my arm and I smiled to him. "Pavarotti, hi", I said brightly. It looked at me for a while, until it flew away. "Wait!" I turned around to see, where the bird was flying and saw it flying towards the creature. I frowned and walked behind the creature, when Pavarotti landed on his arm.
Yes. His arm. It was human, expect those wings. Pure white wings which were on this person's back. They were just beautiful.
"Who… Who are you?" I asked confused and my voice came out just on whisper. The person turned around. It wasn't just a person, it was a boy. The boy was beautiful, the most beautiful thing what I have ever seen in my life. He had so white skin and it looked so smooth, beautiful greenish eyes and styled hair.
And with those wings? He looked like an-
"Angel?"
The sunlight came through the window curtains and shone right at Blaine's eyes. The hazel eyed teen groaned and opened his eyes slowly. "Angel…?" the boy mumbled confused. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and got up so he was now sitting on mattress.
That dream again? Blaine thought and chuckled slightly, to its silliness. He stood up and stretched his back. Thank god it was Sunday. He could just take it easy tonight and worry about his homework at evening.
When Blaine was just about to walk to his bathroom, the door, pretty much, slammed open. The hazel eyed teen looked confused at the door and blinked few times. "Umm… Can I help you?" he asked amused, when he saw Wes panting, leaning against his own knees and hair all messed up.
Wes straightened up and took a deep breath. Then he turned to look at his friend with sweet smile. Way too sweet smile Blaine thought and swallowed.
"Anderson dear", Wes said and Blaine's eyes went wide. Wes called him with his last name only when he was annoyed, angry or he wanted Blaine to do a favor for him. "W-what?" the curly haired teen answered carefully, not really sure if he wanted to know what Wes had to say to him.
Wes' smile fell. "Where's my gavel?"
Blaine blinked a few times and couldn't help but crack a small smile. Wes' eyes widened and he pointed dramatically at his friend. "Oh my god! You know where she is", the Asian boy said.
Blaine crossed his arms, swallowing his laughter. "She?" he asked smiling. Wes nodded. "Yeah", he said slowly.
Blaine shook his head. "Sorry, Wes. I have no idea", he said. "I just woke up. Go ask, Trent or David maybe they know where it is", he added.
"She", Wes corrected narrowing his eyes. Blaine couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Okay. Maybe they know where SHE is", the curly haired boy said and turned back to his bathroom.
Wes closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. "I asked that about Trent, but he just-", Wes stopped his sentence and Blaine saw his face redden from anger. "You are so dead, Nixon…" the Asian growled and ran out of the room.
Blaine shook his head and fought urge to roll his eyes. Do they really have to start this kind of thing this early at morning?
"Hey, David", Blaine greeted, when he entered to lounge. David rose his head and smiled at his friend and waved his hand. "Morning, Blaine", he said as the curly haired boy took a chair next to him.
Blaine peered around the lounge and grinned. "Where's Trent or Wes?"
David's face fell and he sighed, shaking his head. "Trent is hiding somewhere with Wes' gavel and Wes himself is searching our sassy warbler", the darker boy told. Blaine nodded slowly. "You should help Wes or he would be angry to you too.", the lead singer pointed out. David snorted. "Last time when I touched Wes' gavel, he didn't talk to me in month, Blaine. In. Month", the darker boy said eyes wide.
"So that's why you were so miserable", Blaine said slowly and David nodded.
"I saw that dream again", Blaine told and took a sip from his coffee. David swallowed his own drink and looked at Blaine. "Again?" he started, earning a nod from Blaine. "Dude, you had seen that dream, like, two weeks now", the taller boy said frowning.
"I know, I know", Blaine said and leaned in his arms. "But it seemed like, that it continues further from the previous dream", he said. "I know it sounds stupid, but… You know what I mean."
"Anything new about this dream?" David asked, rising his cup to his lips again.
"Actually, yes", Blaine said quickly. "Now, when Pavarotti flew away I saw that he landed on the person's arm and that, this person looked pretty much like… an angel", the hazel eyed teen told slowly and quietly, looking at his friend's reaction.
David leaned back at his seat and crossed his arm. "What happened next?" he asked. Blaine shrugged. "It ended there", he said, a little disappointed. "It ended there…", the darker boy repeated. "Like to be continued… Your dream is like a movie, with freaking many sequels", David said.
Before Blaine could answer anything, Wes walked at lounge and sat other side of David. The darker boy smiled at his best friend and tried to wrap his hand around his shoulders, but…
"Touch me and I cut your hands off", Wes said lowly and leaned on his arms. David's eyes widened and he quickly kept his hands down.
"You didn't find Trent?" Blaine asked and Wes shook his head. "He has to come at Warbler's practice today, at least", the Asian boy said sighing. "Then I am going to punch him", he added muttering and sank down at his seat, pouting.
"Hey, Wes", Thad yelled and walked towards the trio. "I am too miserable to talk with anyone", the Asian mumbled. Thad stood right next to Wes and patted his shoulder. "Wes, I've got something for you", the smaller boy said but Wes only waved his hand. "I don't want to see anything until I got my gavel-", the Asian turned around and his face brightened.
"My gavel!" he cheered and took the object from Thad. "Thank you so much", Wes grinned. "But I am still going to get my revenge to Trent", he told seriously and David sniggered.
The Asian boy placed his gavel on table and cleared his throat. "So what you were talking about, before I came?"
"Blaine saw that dream again", David answered. Wes looked at the curly haired singer and rose his eyebrows. "Really? Anything new this time?" the Asian asked. Blaine sighed and told the same thing to Wes what he had told to David earlier.
Wes whistled. "Wow", he breathed. "Angel, really?" he added confused and Blaine nodded. "Well, that is one strange dream indeed", Wes pointed out. Blaine agreed.
He had seen that stupid dream two weeks now. The plot in dream had started to turn really odd and it was so hard to understand. But then again, which dreams plot would be easy to understand. Blaine did like the dream first, of course, when it was only he and Pavarotti walking in white scenery. It seemed so perfect and normal. But now there was angel.
"Can we just talk about something else?" Blaine asked. "That dream was odd, yes. But I don't want to talk about it all the time", he added.
David and Wes looked at each other and nodded. "Sure, if you are?" David said shrugging and Blaine hummed. "Yes I am", he told and rubbed back of his neck. "it was just a stupid dream after all."
At afternoon, Blaine walked down the halls towards their Warblers rehearsal room. Today they would sing Katy Perry's Teenage Dream. It was one of Blaine's favorite songs. Katy Perry on, Blaine thought, smiling.
Still the dream was in his mind. Even he did say to his friends that he didn't want to talk about that dream, he wouldn't stop thinking about it. Blaine almost bumped into other students, when he thinking deeply about the dream. Maybe he could get the dream out of his head, if he get to sing something.
Angel… I do not get it. Did I do something at Saturday what was related to religion or something? Blaine thought and rubbed back of his neck. Then he snorted at himself. Why am I even think about it? What was that dream? An Angel, really? Blaine snorted and took his phone from his pocket.
Blaine looked at the clock from his phone and his eyes widened. "Well, shit", he said to himself. The hazel eyed teen had only five minutes, before the perform would start and the bad thing was that Blaine was the lead singer. I have to hurry Blaine thought and put his phone back to his pocket.
He walked to downstairs and that was, when he heard it. An angelic voice got him to stop right away. "Um, excuse me?" such a girly voice said a little bit nervous, to be honest. Blaine frowned and turned around. A girl? the hazel eyed teen said to himself. He turned around and for his surprise there wasn't a girl standing behind him. It was a boy. Oh…
This boy had chestnut colored hair. He was wearing the cutest outfit what Blaine had ever seen and it fit him so well. Also, he had to mention to himself, his eyes were beautiful. Blaine find himself thought, that were they blue or green. Soon he lost in those eyes. The boy's skin was white and he really looked like a porcelain doll.
Was it wrong to say, that boy was beautiful? Because this boy was.
"C-Can I ask you something?", the boy started shyly. His voice was like a music to Blaine's ears. It was high, but it didn't matter. It was unique and it was perfect.
"I'm new here and-"
When the boy started to talk to him, Blaine narrowed his eyes. You are-, he thought really. Had he seen this boy before? Maybe, he had. But where?
The hazel eyed boy didn't really think about the fact, that the boy was not wearing the Dalton uniform. He was too focused on boy's form. Blaine found himself looking the boy more sharper now, to his legs to his head and back.
Where do I've seen him? Blaine asked himself a few times. He almost hit himself from his frustration, when he couldn't remember anything.
…He had so white skin and it looked so smooth, beautiful greenish eyes and styled hair…
Blaine's eyes widened in realization and his jaw dropped slightly. The boy looked at him half confused and half worried. "Umm… Are you okay?" he asked carefully and wasn't even sure if Blaine was listening to him, at all. "Hey are you-"
"You're the Angel!" Blaine interrupted by yelling. The whole hall went silent and all students looked at Blaine. The boy looked at the hazel eyed teen and soon his face flushed a perfect shade of red. "What?!" he asked blushing furiously.
Blaine looked at the boy eyes still wide as plates. He, he is… Oh my god…, Blaine thought and shook his head, blushing. "I-I'm sorry. Have we met?" the curly haired boy asked nervously.
The boy looked at him and shook his head, a blush still on his cheeks. "N-no, I don't think so", he mumbled embarrassed, afraid to meet the other boy's eyes.
"Oh, umm… My name is Blaine", the lead singer said and offered a hand shake. The pale boy smiled a little and took Blaine's hand. "Kurt."
"So, Kurt", Blaine started smiling, clearing his throat. "This was really, really awkward, but", the shorter boy started and rubbed back of his neck, embarrassed. "Do you want to catch some coffee today?" he asked nervously. Kurt blinked few times and opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
Of course he doesn't want to… Stupid me, you don't even know if he likes boys, Blaine sighed and closed his eyes. "Yes, sure", Kurt smiled brightly and Blaine opened his eyes in surprise, his jaw dropping. "Re-really?" he asked
Kurt nodded and blushed a little. "Yes, I'm free today", the blue eyed teen told and Blaine beamed a smile. This time more charming. "Oh wow", he breathed.
Kurt gave his phone to Blaine and they changed their numbers. Then Kurt turned back to Blaine smiling. "So what's going on in here?"
"Oh, our glee club, the Warblers are performing", the shorter boy told and Kurt looked pretty surprised. "So, the glee club is cool in here?" he asked. Blaine nodded smiling. "Yes", he said. "Warblers are like rock stars", the hazel eyed teen told a little proudly and winked at Kurt. "Come on, I'll show you."
"O-okay", Kurt said nervously and took Blaine's hand which the boy had offered to him. They walked down the hall to the Warblers rehearsal room. Kurt looked around curiously and saw a few boys already on their positions.
Blaine turned to look at Kurt and gave his back to the boy, smiling brightly. "I'll be right back", he winked and Kurt nodded slowly and a little dazed.
Wes and David looked at each other confused and then the boy, who was unfamiliar to them. Blaine walked middle of them and David patted his shoulder gently. Blaine turned to look at his friend, smiling.
"Who's that?" David asked quietly and nodded towards Kurt. Blaine's smile widened, if that was even possible. He sighed dreamily and turned to look at Kurt again.
"The Angel."
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