A/N: Okay so I am not really all that sure where I am going with this at the moment. Does anyone have anything that they would really like to see happen. I have just one idea and plan to explore it a little. Just not sure how long I can go on with it. Anyway, as normal let me know what you think.
If anything the first week of the year just seemed to fly by. Only the fact that the first classes started in just two days was starting to take pressure on the six of them. Rachel had taken up singing the first couple of lines of Over The Rainbow every single morning, just to make sure that her voice was still there and still intact. In fact everyone just seemed to be fretting over something. Well everyone that was save Amy. It just amazed Kurt at how she could remain so calm and relaxed. He had to take it up with her. Besides the two of them had become rather close over the past few days. They seemed to just share the very same interests and plus she had a boyfriend back home where she lived.
With the usual coffee order in his lap (Grand Nonfact mocha) Kurt found himself once again in a conversation with the ginger haired girl.
"How do you do it? How do you stay so calm? I'm practically freaking out that I am not going to be good enough. " he said to her.
"Honestly. I am not sure. I mean I just don't get over thoughtful of things. Yet to be fair, I am a little worried that I am not going to be good enough. I guess it is just easy for me to hide it. Or at least I am used to it. I have three older sisters at home and nothing I ever did was good enough for my parents because they had done it first." she admitted to him.
Yet before Kurt could say anything in a reply to her, Rachel came running in and holding her phone out to him. "It's Blaine. he's freaking out because your phone is off"
He knew that he had forgotten something that morning. He'd been awoken by the fact that his phone was beeping with that so annoying beep, telling him that he had no battery and so he decided to turn it off and get another hours sleep. Yet now he realised that he had forgotten to turn it back on and put in the charger. He just smiled slightly and took Rachel's phone into his hand and brought it up to his ear. "Blaine!" he said with a small amount of hesitation. "I am fine. Just the battery on my phone is dead and I forgot to charge it up this morning."
"Good. You had me worried. I called Finn and wondered if he could get through to you. When he couldn't he said he would ring Rachel and find out where you were. But just as long as you are okay."
"Yes. You worry about me to much. Anyway enough of that how are things at home? is my dad okay?"
"You ask that everyday and I can honestly say that he is fine. In fact I am headed over there with Finn now. You can talk to him if you like. Or would that just make you more nervous?"
Kurt's jaw dropped slightly, although he knew that Blaine couldn't see him he pulled a face "I am not nervous. Just freaking out a little. Maybe after my first class I will talk to him. I know what he is like he was start saying stuff that makes me worry even more about not fitting in. What you heading over there for anyway?"
"Well I figured that I might as well get a job there and earn a bit of money if I can, that way I can take you out for a romantic meal when I come up and see you. Plus if I am lucky there might be some left over for something else. That and the fact that I am sick of just sitting around and counting the minutes till I can see you again."
Kurt just laughed. Just hearing Blaine saying that only made him smile slightly it was nice to know that he wasn't the only pathetic one around. "Nice to know I am not the only one. Yet I think I will have assignments and everything to keep me distracted. Anyway. I should probably go, getting glares off Rachel for using up her phone battery. I love you."
"Okay. Talk to you later. Or tomorrow actually i will wake you up when you have a hangover. Since I am guessing you are going out on the drink tonight. In fact. No I am telling you too, go have a good night out. Just don't tell your dad that I said that. Love you too. Bye"
With those words Blaine hung up the phone. He knew that if he didn't then Kurt certainly wouldn't. He handed Finn his phone back and shoved his hands into his pocket. Now it was his turn to feel nervous. The last thing that he really wanted at the moment. Why did he suddenly feel nervous about talking to Kurt's dad? Maybe it was down to the fact that ever since he had gotten with Kurt, almost two years ago now, the two of them had never really spoken. Well at least not without Kurt there.
Bert was fixing the tyre back onto a car when the two of them walked int. Finn seemed to know exactly where he was going and what he was supposed to be doing. Although to be fair he had been working there or more like helping out for a good few months.
"Hey, Bert. What you doing?" Finn asked as he pulled on his overalls.
Bert simply just rolled his eyes and turned his head to look at Finn. "Leading a chorus of singing nuns. What do does it look like I am doing?" he said, in a rather agitated voice. As he spoke he almost lost grip of the tyre, something that made Blaine instantly step forwards.
"Want some help?" he asked Kurt's father as he rested his hands against the bottom of the tyre and held it up. "Don't suppose you want an extra pair of hands around here, do you? I need something to keep me busy and Finn said that you could do with some help"
"Oh he did, did he? Maybe that is just his way of saying he wants more hours off to hang about with his friends." Bert said, raising his voice so that Finn could hear him, from where he was now working on another car at the far end of the garage. "No, seriously. I bit of help would be great. You can start by passing me that wrench. The one covered in oil."
It actually amazed Blaine just how normal this felt. He had expected it to feel a little strange, talking to his boyfriends father and helping him out at work. Yet it didn't, not that he was complaining bout that. If anything he was glad things were working out okay. Hopefully Bert felt that same way too and hopefully if Blaine was lucky and he had done a good job then Bert would be happy to have him around every day after school and possibly a few hours at the weekends, well the weekends when he wasn't with Kurt.
The hours just flew by and before he had time to realise what time it was he was being told to go home and drop into help tomorrow. Plus there was the added bonus that Bert promised to start paying him for his work at the end of the week. Blaine couldn't remove the smile from his face as he headed off home. His hands were covered in oil. HIs t-shirt was supposed to be white and yet instead it had a huge black stain down it. Yet that wasn't something that he was too worried about. He already had that sorted. Tomorrow he was taking it into McKinley with him and enlisting the help of one Emma Pillsbury. Blaine felt suddenly full of energy. He couldn't wait to speak to Kurt again and just tell him all the events of the day. Yet he wasn't about to molly coddle the boy. That was the last thing that he wanted. He needed to know that Kurt didn't just wait around for those phone calls from him.
Stepping in through his own front door he called out to his parents, yet there wasn't an answer. Most likely his father was away on one of his business trips and well as for his mother. It was rather late and she did work the night shift last night. So there was always the chance that she was just catching up on some sleep. He sighed softly yo himself as he headed up the stairs, pulling his shirt up over his head as he did so, tossing it into his room as he passed, and heading into the bathroom. The ex Warbler closed the bathroom door behind him and turned on the shower before peeling off his clothes and reaching his hand into the forcet. Sometimes it warmed up rather quickly and other times, well it just took forever. Yet now it seemed to have reached a reasonable heat. So Blaine stepped inside and just let the water run over his body for a few moments before he reached out to take hold of the soap. He did love a good shower and could spend hours under the heat of the water. Yet after around about half an hour he forced himself to climb out and head back to his room, wrapping a towel around his waist and grabbing his clothes from the floor as he did so. It was only as he got back into his room and dumped his clothes on the end of his bed that he realised he had left the shower running and therefore ran to turn it off.
Now time seemed to be going slowly. Just now that he was on his own. He had been in the company of others all day and now just being on his own seemed to make the time move slower than he had ever thought was possible.
A/N: Hope you like this Chapter. I had to put some Blaine in it. Anyway, just a little note to say that I might not get this updated for a few days. I am at a bit of a deadend at the moment and don't really have a clue what the hell to write. I need some ideas.