A/N: Once again I do have to apologise for things taking so long. I am hoping to get access to my next-door neighbours Hub, I asked them if I could use their internet for a couple of hours a day and they said that I could. So I have them to thank for a lot of things. Yet I should point out that I have a busy week and at the weekend I am going away for a few days. So until after that I am afraid that there will not be an update. Yet hopefully this chapter can make up for it. I have a huge idea and just decided to up and put it out there and see what you guys make of it. Review! it keeps me writing. Also still on the look out for a beta reader for this story.
After having woken up that morning with the headache of all headaches, it was probably fair to say that, Kurt Hummel was not feeling his best. Every single sound seemed to just be amplified to ten times it normal sound. Even the sound of the running water from the tap sounded like pouring rain crashing down upon the roof. He groaned slightly as he took a drink and swallowed down some Pain killers. The fact that he couldn't remember much of what happened last night scared him slightly. He honestly just hoped that he had done anything to make a fool of himself. That was the last thing that he wanted right now. He was still new to this place and he certainly didn't want to be remembered for something that he could remember doing himself.
He made up his mind to just ask Amelia when she woke up. At least he knew that he could trust her and as far as he knew he had spent most of the night talking to her. So unless he was mistaken she was bound to know everything that he did. Unless of course she had been just as drunk as him. Still there wasn't really much point in actually worrying about it at the moment. All the thinking that seemed to be going on in his head was only making it hurt that much more. He ha to try and find something that didn't involve noise or any form of thinking. yet the only thing that came to his mind was sleep and if anything he was wide awake. It was all rather annoying. If it hadn't been for the fact that his head was pounding then he would instantly have rang Blaine and just spoken to him for a few hours. Yet as much as he felt like hearing Blaine's voice right now he had a feeling that it was just going to hurt his head. Plus there was the fact that it was just 8am and with it being a Saturday he had a feeling that Blaine wouldn't be up yet. He wasn't about to have an angry sleepy Blaine shouting at him over the phone.
The minutes seemed to pass like hours. Kurt hated having nothing to do. Of course he had changed clothes, he might be hung over yet that was certainly not an excuse to wear the same outfit for two days. So what if he was just planning on spending the day cooped up in the Dorms. Fashion was more important to him than anything and he did just love the thrill of walking past a clothes shop. IN some respects he cared more about fashion and the way that he looked then most girls did. he certainly used up more hairspray in a week than any other girls he knew did in a whole year.
After another couple of hours had passed he couldn't stand all this waiting anymore. He knew that he was just going to have to wake Amelia up. She always seemed to be up rather early in the mornings, so surely she couldn't be all that bad if he woke her up, right? Walking over to the sofa he placed his hand upon her arm, the only reason for her falling asleep there must have been that she stayed up with him until she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore and he had to think her for that. He gave her a gentle shake "Amelia,"
Her eyes finally fluttered open and the ginger hair girl greeted him with a small smile. "Morning. It is still morning right?" she spoke in a soft tone. It was almost like she knew that Kurt would be nursing a huge headache and she had magically tuned in her voice to hit a frequency that drilled into his head and yet didn't really seem to make it any worse. Kurt just smiled softly at her and nodded his head.
"Yeah, its about ten I think. I just wanted to ask you about last night. I can't stop thinking that I did something stupid. I know I can trust you not to lie to me. I can't remember anything"
Amelia's smile faltered slightly. She wasn't sure whether to tell him about the kiss or leave him in the dark about it all. Perhaps it was better to be honest with him. The last thing that she wanted was for him to hear about it from Georgia, after all she was almost sure that she had told her that last night, about the kiss between herself and Kurt. The girl sat up and brushed a stray stand of hair that seemed to have escaped from her pony tail out of her face and looked straight at him, taking a breath in before speaking.
"No, you didn't do anything stupid. We mostly just talked all night with drinks in our hands, although you did fall through the door when I helped you back here. But no one saw that." she said in a reply. "And in case you hear it from someone else, like Miss Georgia Blabbermouth, we sort of kissed last night. Here on the sofa. I don't know if it was me or you who started it. I just thought I should tell you. So that you knew"
Kurt just smiled at her and sat down next to her before resting a hand upon her shoulder and giving it a small squeeze.
"Hey, look stop fretting about it. At least you told me and besides it isn't like kissing someone is embarrassing, right? So come on I need some air. My head is pounding. Although first you have to change your clothes."
Amelia just smiled and stood up, "Fine. I won't be long" with those words she headed into her room to get herself changed. Sometimes it was strange to be around a guy that loved fashion so much. Yet she was glad to have him around. Having a gay best friend was certainly better than having a girl for a best friend. She knew from experience that girls were just to bitchy and held grudges over the stupidest of things.
Kurt was left, once again, left to his own devices. He glanced around the room and noticed his phone upon the table next to the sofa. Just out of curiosity he picked it up to check if he had missed any calls and he found himself greeted with 14 messages. Ironically enough they were all from Blaine, well save one that was from his dad. Quickly flicking through them the ones from Blaine mostly just said to be careful and that if he woke up with a hangover to drink plenty of water, mostly just added with an I love you or ring when you get these in the morning. Yet the one from his dad surprised him. For a start he didn't even know that his dad knew how to turn a mobile on never mind text on it. Opening the text message, he almost dropped his phone to the sofa. Was his dad being serious? If he was then he was so going to kill Rachel for conspiring against him. He shoved his phone into his pocket and swallowed before heading into his bedroom and sure enough perched upon the end of his bed was his father.
"You do realise that I have been sat here for the best part of three hours listening to you outside on the sofa with that girl. Which I might add you looked rather cosy with last night. You were both asleep on the sofa and well her head was in your lap."
Kurt just smiled and practically ran to his father. It was so good to see him. Yet if anything it just made him miss home and Blaine so much more. If anything he was rather close to tears at the moment. "Dad shut up. I am just so glad to see you. What are you doing here? How did Rachel sort all this out?"
Burt smiled slightly at him. "Well I got her number from Finn and I thought why not surprise you. So I got her to help sneak me in here and into your room. Yet this morning when I could hear you and I noticed the girl you were with walking past the door. I dropped you a text telling you to come to your bedroom and see me."
Something that was in his dad's facial expression made Kurt get the impression that he was up to something else and that there was another thing that was waiting for him. Yet he wasn't sure whether to bring that up to conversation, if anything he didn't want his dad to think that he was terrible at keeping surprises and secrets from his own son. Although he didn't have to say anything. Since in that second he heard the beeping of his father's phone. Before he could be nosy and ask who it was his father jumped to his feet. "Right, you. Come on. That was Finn. Seems like part two is in order"
Kurt just frowned slightly. The last thing that he felt like right now was all the pull over of running around on a wild gooses chase to find his half brother somewhere in New York.
Almost as he could read those very thoughts running through Kurt's head Burt smiled slightly and took his son's arm "Trust me on this. He is just outside. I can hear his voice talking to Rachel"
All this was rather confusing and it just made Kurt wonder what was going on. Why was Finn here, what did any of this have to really do with being part two of anything. Sure enough there was the sounds of both Finn and Rachel's voices. It was nice to hear that best friend of his so happy and cheerful. He hadn't really noticed it whilst they had been here but she hadn't had that cheerful spark in her voice since they'd arrived. He could clearly see now that it was Finn who uploaded that quality into the Jewish girls personality.
So why wasn't he prepared to face Finn? It was more the fact that it just gave him more memories of home and more reasons to just want to leave New York and give up his dream just to be around the familiar surrounding that he had once known. Still perhaps seeing Finn would mean that he could have a bit of a joke around and hopefully catch up on a few things that Blaine had been up to. Since he doubted that everything could really be said to someone in a phone call. Plus he knew that Finn wouldn't lie to him about anything. Not that he thought Blaine was lying to him about anything it was just hard to tell whether or not anything was being left out of stories whilst on the phone to someone.
He hadn't realised that he was just standing there thinking so much until his father spoke to him. "Kurt, stop standing there and daydreaming and get out here and say something to your brother."
Kurt snapped out of whatever thinking mode or trance like state that he was in and headed out the door and into the main dormitory. Yet before his eyes set upon Finn he couldn't help dropping his jaw. At first he thought that he must have been dreaming. Since it couldn't have been really seeing this, could he? Blaine! What the hell was he doing here? Had this all been part of the plan of one Rachel Berry. It came clear to him that was why she had been almost avoiding him for the past couple of weeks she was almost as terrible at keeping secrets than his father was. Once again he just seemed to be stuck to the spot. All that he could do was stare at Blaine. What if he walked forwards and went to hug him only to find that it was some kind of trick or a dream and Blaine disappeared before he could touch him. It only occurred to him, for the second time, that he was thinking about things to much when Blaine spoke.
"I travel for nine hours in a car with Finn and his aggressive road rage and I don't get so much as a hug?" he mused to his boyfriend.
Not wasting another second he did the work and walked forwards scooping Kurt up into his arms and pulling him in close to him. Kurt's arms wrapped around Blaine and for a few minutes they just stood there in one another's arms. Although there was still one thing that confusing Kurt. How had all this happened?
"I still don't get it. Why? How did all this happen. What you all doing here?" Kurt asked as he pulled away from the hug and pressed his lips to Blaine's for a brief moment before sitting down upon the sofa and pulling Blaine down after him, just so that he could wrap his arm around his stomach and rest his head upon the Ex Warbler's chest.
"It was Finn's idea. He was talking to Rachel and just told her to arrange for us to stay the night in her room just to surprise you the next morning. Although that plan fell through, considering we got stranded outside. They wouldn't let us in because we didn't have a key so we ended up in a bed and breakfast. Finn texted Rachel and this morning she smuggled us in, whilst you were asleep on the sofa. Your dad headed into your room to wait for you and me and Finn into Rachel's room. So yeah all that time with Finn and well his issues. I hope you realise the pain I put myself through for you, Hummel." Blaine said to him with a small smile.
"So you are telling me that all last night you were texting me making me think that you were nine hours away when in fact you were probably just a few minutes away. Blaine Warbler Anderson sometimes I really hate the things you do to me." Kurt laughed. "So I am guessing you heard that conversation I had with Amelia this morning, right?" Kurt asked him. Now he felt slightly worried. Had he made a mistake in doing that?
"Yep, just don't worry about it. I mean come on. Last time I was drunk I tried it on with my dad's best mate. So a kiss is nothing, Kurt" he reassured him
A/N: I decided to stop the chapter there just because I want to leave things hanging. Since it is going to be almost two weeks before I can update this again. So yeah, just a little bit of info for you to all digest. In the next chapter, there is a huge argument and a few Klaine problems.