So, I'm sorry I'm terrible at updating, but if any of you have read my other stories, you'll know from the Author's Notes I'm not a "happy bunny".
Anyway, on with the story!
That new boy was so stupid. Kurt tried to ignore him, as he did with a lot of his Father's employees...but...well...
He kept getting in the way! Kurt growled to himself. He usually wasn't one to get annoyed, but...just...UGH!
Even worse, it was like the young man was stalking him. Kurt shuddered. He didn't like it when everyone, male and female, stared at him like that, no matter how flattering it was meant to be.
Sighing, be carried on watching the young man from the corner of his eyes, ready to criticise him if he did his job wrong.
Blaine knew that working wasn't exactly easy but...Wow. Burt Hummel had a lot of jobs for him to do.
Whenever he could, Blaine had grinned at the beautiful boy (he had to learn his name!), only to have the boy turn away from him, or Burt to ask him why he was grinning like that. But Blaine kept on grinning, because he knew he could get the other boy to smile back, if he really tried. You just had to wait.
Of course, it didn't help that Blaine was doing his job wrong.
"Bugger," He muttered, accidentally dropping the money he'd been given. The coins rolled around on the floor, and disappeared in the poor light. Blaine got down on his hands and knees, searching desperately. If he got fired, it not only meant he was jobless, it meant he wouldn't be able to see that beautiful boy again.
"Looking for something?" He heard an angelic voice ask. Blaine looked up, almost banging his head on a nearby table.
The boy stood there, arms crossed, lips pursed.
"Uhmm...I...Ummm..." Blaine stumbled, feeling incredibly stupid. The boy raised his eyebrow.
"You "Umm"?" He asked, not impressed. Blaine shook his head.
"No...I'm...money..." He spluttered out. The boy looked down at the floor, and suddenly, he bent down. He then straightened up, holding said coins.
"You mean these ones?" Blaine nodded, not trusting his mouth. "Well, here." Blaine struggled standing up, and took the money from him.
"Thanks," He said quickly. As the young man turned away, Blaine couldn't help but stare after him.
"...I mean, he just sat there, and he couldn't even put a simple sentence together!" Kurt complained to his Grandma Minna that night. Minna listened, bemused somewhat.
"He sounded like a nice lad when I saw him at the shop earlier." Kurt stared at her.
"You went out into town, and you didn't come to talk to me?" Kurt asked, in almost mock horror. Minna waved him off, and Kurt carried on with his rant, a hint of a smile on his face. "And he dropped all of the money! I mean, that money's the only reason that our family can afford to keep this house!"
"Kurt," Minna mused. "You and your father worry too much. This boy is obviously just looking for some fun-"
"But not at the shop!" Kurt almost growled. Minna sighed, still smiling. "It's not funny, Grandma!"
"Oh, fine..." Minna looked back down at her book again. "So, your birthday's coming up, Kurt."
"Hmm." Kurt said. "Still a while though."
"I mean, you're turning eighteen, aren't you?" Minna enquired. "That's a special birthday, and it deserves to be celebrated."
"Really, Grandma," Kurt said honestly. "I don't really want a big party. I mean, knowing Dad, if you get him worked up enough, then he'll invite every person in this town, and I don't want that." Minna just raised her brows, not looking up from her book.
"Kurt, do you really think I'd let your father do that to you?" Minna asked. "Come on, Kurt, be a little sensible." Kurt sighed.
"Right. Well, I better go make some dinner..."
"God knows what would happen if your father did it," Minna stated, engrossed in her book. "He would probably burn the kitchen down..."
Blaine still had yet to learn the man's name.
Unbelievable.
Blaine carried on working for the next couple of weeks, desperate to talk to the boy again, but so far, it seemed like he was being ignored. Which was kind of understandable, since he'd acted like an idiot. Even worse; Burt seemed to be giving him more and more jobs each day. Some of them were simple, like give "Mr-something-or-other change", or "Fetch me that wrench". However, others were a little harder.
"Anderson, I need you to go to the town border, and then help Mr O' Neil drag his car here."
Yeah, that job wasn't so fun. Still, the few glimpses that Blaine managed to get of the man made it all worthwhile.
One morning, about a week after he'd started, his chance came up again. He'd been polishing the rusty wheels on an ancient looking automobile, when he saw the man sitting at the table, taking money from a customer. He smiled over at him, getting ignored yet again. Blaine grinned, and looked at the cloth in his hand, before an idea came to him.
"Bud-Um..." He hummed, pretending to clean the bumper. "Da-da-dum..." The boy carried on working, scribbling something down in a book. Blaine carried on to hum/sing his tune, and, slowly, started to inch closer to his target. "Da-Da...Mmmm..." He grinned to himself. The boy looked up, a little interested. Blaine nodded once, still smiling. "Ooohhh...Ba-dum..." The corner of the boy's lips turned up, and he smiled slightly. He had a really nice smile.
"What are you doing?" The man asked, in a soft voice. This time, he didn't sound angry. Blaine just grinned.
"...La-Hmmm...Dum-Ba-Dum..." Blaine waggled his eyebrows. The younger boy gave a small giggle.
"You have a nice voice," He complimented. Blaine shrugged.
"I like to sing when I'm working," Blaine said. The man smiled again. "What about you, do you sing?" The boy hesitated.
"Not as much as I used to," He said honestly.
"Well, how about you join me?" Blaine asked. The boy didn't look so sure, so Blaine took a few steps towards him, taking his hands. "Come on, I'll show you how."
"Umm...okay..." The boy said nervously.
"By the way..." Blaine said shortly. "Call me Blaine." The boy coughed.
"Kurt."
Kurt. Such a pretty name.
"Alright, Kurt," Blaine said, smiling at Kurt. "It's just a little tune that you need to hum...you know, like...Hmmm...Da-Da Ba-Ba..." Kurt laughed again. "Or, you know, just put words instead..."
"Da-Da-Da-Da-Dum..." Kurt sang. Blaine laughed. "Bum-Bum...Bum-Bum..."
"Ba-Ba-Ba-Bum..." Blaine joined in. He started to dance Kurt around the shop, the two of them laughing.
"What's going on?"
Kurt immediately dropped Blaine's hands, blushing. None other than Burt Hummel stood there, not looking all that impressed.
"I...Umm..." Kurt said, stumbling.
"We were just...taking a break..." Blaine said, looking down at the floor. Kurt nodded quickly.
"Yes. That's what we were doing..." Kurt said slowly.
"Hmm. Well," Burt said with his voice cold. Blaine didn't look up. "You don't go on break unless I say so, Anderson."
"Yes sir." Blaine said solemnly. However, as soon as Burt had turned his back, Blaine grinned at Kurt chastely.
As Kurt turned away, Blaine could have sworn that the younger man smiled.
Blaine loved the Winter. He loved the snowflakes, and how each one was individual, yet the same. For example, some flakes were bigger, but all of them were cold and fluffy to some degree.
Blaine stuck his tongue out, and shut his eyes blissfully. Tasting snow was still fun, even now, when he was a young man. He even went as far as to spin around on the spot, laughing energetically.
"Having fun?"
Blaine stopped, and saw none other than Kurt Hummel watching him from across the cobbled street. Blaine nodded slowly, grinning.
"Yeah," He answered, chuckling to himself. "I am. Do you wanna join?" Kurt shook his head quickly, his eyes suddenly interested in his pale hands.
"No thank you," The younger man mumbled politely. "I don't really like the snow too much-"
"Don't like the snow?" Blaine asked, appalled by such a thing. "But snow is...it's beautiful! It's unique, and soft-"
"It's also freezing and slippery," Kurt snapped half-heartedly. "It kills people." At this, Kurt felt some tears come into his eyes.
Blaine scoffed, not impressed by Kurt's argument. "Kills...Yeah right. Who has it killed? Ants maybe, but I doubt your hatred against the snow is-"
"It killed my mother," Kurt burst out. "It killed her when I was little, okay?" Kurt sighed, not looking at Blaine. "Fine. You stay out here and enjoy your snow. I'm going back inside before my father starts to worry."
"Wait!" Blaine called, to no avail. How could he have been so stupid? "I'm sorry, Kurt, really!"
But Kurt had gone.
Blaine sighed angrily to himself, and kicked some snow with the toe of his snow boots. He had to go and ruin everything, didn't he? Maybe his father was right...maybe he couldn't do anything...Hell, he couldn't even be "gay" right at this point...
No. Blaine snapped out of it. Sulking wasn't going to do anything, and it certainly wasn't going to make him feel any better. No, what Blaine needed to do was to win back Kurt's trust...
Blaine came up with an idea, and grinned to himself.
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