DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, nor am I associated with it or Ryan Murphy. I am just an out-of-college daydreamer who sometimes gets into these writing funks and ends up tossing out a story after letting the idea sit in my brain for a few days! I also don't own iPod or Angry Birds or anything associated with them!
Sometimes You Need More Than Courage
By: xSlythStratasfaction (formerly known as LadyStrata821)
Pairing: Kurt x Blaine (friendship only)
WARNING: There's some language in here that may be offensive and possible PROM QUEEN spoilers! You have been warned!
Do best friends really snuggle like this?
Thoughts ran rampant through Kurt's head as he laid curled up next to Blaine. The older boy had finally dozed off after an hour of quietly crying into Kurt's chest. They had not spoken any of what had happened the evening prior, of their talk, or Blaine's nightmares. Kurt instead just lay next to the boy and cuddled him until he calmed down; that seemed to work better than anything. Finally, after Blaine had finally mellowed out and dozed off, things began to click in Kurt's head. Thoughts of the relationship that the two boys shared took over his mind and he found himself questioning the gist of it all.
I cuddle with Cedes like this all of the time… is this any different than that? Blaine and I are best friends. Mercedes and I are best friends. It's the same… right?
He knew it definitely wasn't the same. Cuddling with Mercedes was so much different than cuddling with Blaine. Kurt didn't have any sexual feelings towards his fabulous diva best friend like he did for the lead singer now lounging in his arms. When he snuggled up with Mercedes, he felt happy and loved. When he snuggled up with Blaine, he felt those things as well as safe, protected, and… right.
It was like they were molded to fit together.
Blaine was smaller than Kurt in height, though he was slightly heavier in weight (only because of his height though; Kurt was sure that if Blaine was just a few inches taller, they'd rival one another in size). The tenor's body fit perfectly up against Kurt's long form; his head rested gently in the crook of the taller boy's neck. Just the two of them lying there together felt like someone had put a puzzle together, gathered the missing pieces or connected the dots. It felt perfect.
If only Blaine could feel this…
Kurt looked down at the sleeping boy he held in his arms and sighed as he ran a hand through the loose curls that fell in front of Blaine's eyes. He really wished the other teen would let his hair go unruly every once in a while; the wild look was very becoming on him. He smiled when he heard Blaine moan slightly under his touch.
If only they were together… as more than friends.
The countertenor wondered if his crush had started seeing things differently between the two of them like he had. Surely things could change between them if they were willing to be so open and close to one another. Kurt remembered Wes telling him that Blaine never opened up to anyone unless he truly cared for them… that it had taken him almost a year to finally tell some of the other Warblers about his life prior to coming to Dalton. Surely Kurt must've been someone special to the soloist if Blaine had finally confided in him not months after Kurt's transfer to the Academy. Something had to be different about him. It had to be.
Smiling, Kurt pulled his friend closer to his chest and glanced up at the wall clock that sat across the room. It was nearing 3 PM and the two boys had practically been in bed all day long. As he let his blue eyes linger on the clock, he felt his stomach drop as he remembered that he needed to be back in Lima sometime that day. He had originally told his dad that he was coming back in the morning, but found himself sleeping all day long so he missed his morning deadline. Frowning at the prospect that his dad was going to be uber pissed with him for not calling, Kurt maneuvered his body gently from Blaine's sleeping form and rolled off of the bed.
Everything felt cold once he slipped out of the warm body cocoon that was his friend; he shivered as he realized that he'd rather be back in bed cemented to Blaine than be anywhere else in the world right then.
"Where did I put my phone?" He whispered as he glanced around the room. Immediately he spotted it, sitting right in front of him on Blaine's desk. He grabbed it up and touched the screen, feeling his heart start to pound frantically when he saw the dozens of missed calls he had somehow ignored throughout the morning.
Shit, my phone was on silent. When did I turn the ringtone off?
Instantly he remembered earlier in the evening when he came out of the bathroom and found Blaine sleeping…
The chorus of '4 Minutes by Madonna and Justin Timberlake' rang through the air.
Kurt threw his iPod down onto the bed and leapt across the room, grabbing up his phone in a hurry as his eyes darted across the room to the sleeping form lying on the air mattress.
"Goodness gracious, Mercedes! Do you realize what time it is?"
He heard a soft chuckle from the other side of the line and he smiled.
"Is that prep boy keeping you awake, white boy? Because from what I've heard from Finn-"
"Cedes!" Kurt hissed as quietly as he could, his blue eyes still locked on the snoring boy cocooned on the floor. "I can't talk right now. Blaine is sleeping and I don't want to wake him up. He had a rough night and-"
"I'm sure he did," Mercedes purred.
"It's not like that, you pervert." He rolled his eyes at his friend and looked down at his fingernails, hoping the deep red blush that had taken over his face would lift soon. "I've really gotta go. I don't want to wake up Blaine."
"Fine. But you'd better call me in the morning or something… or I'll cut you!"
Kurt grinned, "You always say that, Cedes, and you know you'd never do it. Now I'll call you later; go to bed!"
"Bye boo!"
"Bye!"
He tapped the screen to end the call and set it down next to him, going back to his iPod. It wasn't even two or three minutes later when his phone started to go off again. He glanced down at it in horror, watching as his inbox filled up with creepy text messages from his former glee club mates. Groaning at how fast news spread through their group, he grabbed up his phone and switched it to silent, mentally reminding himself to get up early enough to call his dad.
The tired boy then set the phone on the desk and went back to Angry Birds. Kurt would remember to call his dad in the morning… after he got some sleep maybe.
Kurt definitely didn't remember to call his dad.
The majority of the missed phone calls came from the man in question anyways. There were some calls from Finn, some from Carole, many from Burt, and a few from Mercedes. Hell, there were even a few texts from Wes and David.
He went through his phone slowly, reading all the texts (they all basically said the same thing: where are you? Or why don't you answer your phone?). Taking one last look back at Blaine to make sure he was still sleeping, the younger boy fled into the privacy of the bathroom, holding up his phone to call his house.
After the third ring, a gruff voice answered, "Hudson-Hummel residence?"
"Dad?"
Burt huffed, "Kurt, where the hell have you been? I've been trying to call you for the last few hours. You were supposed to be home a long time ago!"
"Dad, calm down. I'm alright. I just overslept."
"Blaine didn't wake you up?"
"He's still sleeping. We both overslept actually."
Burt made an annoyed sound in response to Kurt's statement, "And why did you two oversleep? I thought we had a talk about this stuff, kiddo. You know how I feel about-"
"Dad!" Kurt groaned. He sat down on the toilet seat and looked down at his socked feet, feeling his stomach churn in nervousness. "How many times do I have to tell you? Blaine and I aren't together nor would we ever do anything like that. I don't want to, nor does he. Okay? Don't you trust me?" His voice grew smaller and more hushed as he spoke. He felt so embarrassed.
"Don't flip out, Kurt. I'm not misjudging you. I was just worried. You were supposed to be here this morning and you never called. Then when I tried to call you, I couldn't get a hold of you… I was just scared, that's all."
Kurt nodded to himself as he stared around at Blaine's private bathroom. "I know, dad. I know. I should've called. I would've, but I forgot I had my phone on silent and I never heard anyone call or anything. I'm sorry."
"It's alright."
There was a bit of silence between the two Hummels as the men tried to figure out what to say next. Finally Burt broke the ice.
"Are you going to be leaving the campus soon?"
"Yeah, after I figure out what Blaine wants to do. I'm worried about him," the last statement came out in a whisper and Kurt could hear his dad gulp from the other line.
"Why? Is he ok?"
"He just had a bad night, that's all. I'd tell you more, but it's not my place to tell, you know? I'll just say that he had a nightmare last night… a bad one. It scared me half to death because it took me forever to get him out of it."
"Is he okay now?"
"Yeah, I think so." The teen resisted the urge to peek out into the bedroom to see if Blaine was alright. He stayed seated on the toilet seat and picked at the carpeted seat cover. "It just took a while to get back to sleep and everything."
"Well as long as he's alright," Burt stated. "Let me know how he is feeling and give me a call before you leave, alright?"
"Sure thing. Sorry again about all this, dad."
"It's no problem. I'm just glad you are safe."
Kurt smiled, "Yeah… I love you, dad."
"Love you too, son."
The two men bid their goodbyes and Kurt stood up, setting his phone on the sink. He relieved himself and then washed up before heading back out into Blaine's bedroom. A quick glance to the bed made his heart race when he saw how Blaine was sleeping.
Oh my!
Blankets had been kicked down to his knees. His t-shirt had ridden up his chest, showing off his muscular torso. He had a gorgeous set of abs, a six pack if you will; the exposed skin spackled with dark hair that stretched from his chest to farther and farther down to the waistband of his pants. His hips jutted out making a deep V that poked out from the edge of his pants; the amounts of muscle on that boy were killer.
Kurt stood in the doorway, his mouth dry, as well as his lips. He darted his tongue out and licked his chapped lips as he stared at the partially nude boy that laid before him.
Wow, his body is perfect. I want to touch him.
Gulping, Kurt made his way across the room to where Blaine lay. He stood over the dark haired boy's body for a moment as his mind battled whether or not to climb back into bed with the other teen or to start getting ready to leave. He watched as Blaine breathed, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
Stop staring, Kurt. It's creepy!
He couldn't help himself. Just the sight of Blaine's bare abdomen made the countertenor's body tingle in ways that he never thought his body could respond. He stared, mouth gaping at the boy… until the soloist suddenly jerked upwards, his hands flying to his face.
"Whatimesit?"
Kurt jumped back, scared to death that he had been caught staring. He blinked a few times and watched as Blaine's hazel eyes tried to focus on him.
"Kurt, is that you?"
"Yeah," the younger boy replied as he tiptoed towards the bed. He stopped before the bed and stared down at the sleepy eyed tenor below him. "Something wrong?"
"We overslept, didn't we? Your dad is going to kill me."
Kurt smiled, waving a hand in the air, "Psh, it's alright! I just called him and told him that we overslept and that I'd be leaving soon. Everything's fine, Blaine." He grinned when he saw the curly haired boy's face change from worried to assured.
"Oh. Great. I was afraid that I was going to have to plan my funeral!"
The two boys laughed. Blaine glanced up at Kurt and offered him a sincere smile that was twinged with the tiniest bit of exhaustion. It was probably the most adorable smile Kurt had ever seen.
"Thanks… for umm, staying with me last night, Kurt."
"I'd stay forever if you needed me," the words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop himself. A blush crept across his face. Way to be forward, Hummel. Way to be.
Blaine's eyes widened for a moment as he watched Kurt drop his head to the ground. Oh wow… The two boys stayed silent for a moment before Blaine yawned and stood up to stretch his body. He ran a hand over his abdomen and blanched (oh wait, why is my shirt up so high?). Slowly, he glanced up at Kurt and noticed the boy's blue eyes struggling to not look at his abs.
Don't mention what Kurt just said… it'll make things awkward, especially since he's watching you. Compose yourself, Blaine.
"Do you need to take a shower or anything? You can borrow some of my clothes if you want…?" The lead Warbler tried to change the subject as quickly as possible; there were weird feelings pooling in his stomach now that he had saw Kurt staring at his body. He pushed the strange flutter in his stomach aside and glanced up at the taller boy with an earnest look. "I can, uh… I can-"
"I'd like that," Kurt whispered as he looked down at his feet. He could feel his face flushing with color as Blaine stared at him; he had been caught. God, why must I be so obvious?
Blaine smiled at the taller boy and waltzed over to his dresser, sifting through his clothes to see if he could find anything that might fit the other boy. He sorted through shirt after shirt and jeans after jeans until he found things that were just a little too tight on him or a little bit too long.
"Do you, umm… need boxers?"
Kurt flushed, immediately searching through his mind for something to say. I can't tell him no because then he'll think I'm gross for not changing my underwear… but then if I say yes, then I'll have to wear a pair of his undergarments that he's been in and- oh God, I don't even believe in you, yet I think you are trying to smite me!
Blaine watched in amusement as Kurt's mouth opened and closed. He felt kind of bad for the boy; the question he had asked was an awkward one, no doubt, and he was sure that the countertenor was currently freaking out over what to say. With a grin, Blaine dug into his underwear drawer and grabbed a packet of unopened briefs. He held the package up and waved it. "Umm, I haven't opened these yet. You can have a pair of these, if you'd like." He added with a wink, "You don't need to bring them back either."
Kurt turned bright red and he fidgeted on his feet. He knew Blaine could see how nervous he was and he hated that; he hated letting his emotions shine through but for some odd reason, Blaine was really good at extracting the emotional Kurt Hummel.
Sighing, the blue eyed boy nodded, "I can wear a pair of those."
The lead Warbler laughed and opened the package, taking a crisp pair of underwear from the package. He placed the garments on top of a pair of dark washed blue jeans and a fresh light blue button down long sleeved top. He thought the look would bring out Kurt's beautiful, expressive eyes.
Whoa, wait… beautiful?
As Blaine allowed his mind to fight with itself over the compliment it had given Kurt's eyes, the smaller teen leaned forward and grabbed up the clothes that were set out for him. He looked up at his crush as he grabbed the clothes and frowned at the perplexed look that had befallen the shorter boy.
"You alright, Blaine?" He reached a hand out and touched the other teen's arm, causing Blaine to jump backwards a bit at the contact.
"I'm fine," the tenor breathed as he looked up at his friend. His breath almost leapt from his chest as he watched those very blue eyes flash from light azure to a pale grey. "Oh wow."
"Wow what?"
Blaine tensed as he realized that he said his last thought out loud. He started to freak as he stared up at Kurt; he had been caught.
"I uh… I uh… you have bedhead."
Kurt paled considerably as his hands reached up and covered his hair. "Oh crap!" The clothes that had been nestled in his arms previously tumbled to the floor. "Why didn't you say anything earlier?"
The shorter boy laughed, "I like it like that. You should come to school like that every once in a while. I bet the Warblers would freak to see your hair like this!"
"I don't want them to see me like this. It's horrid!" Kurt screeched as he dove to the floor to gather up the fallen clothes; once they were back into his arms, he turned on his heel and booked it to the bathroom. "I'll be out in a bit."
His last statement came out rather breathy and quick; it was so sudden that Blaine immediately burst into hearty giggles when the boy disappeared behind the bathroom door.
"You kill me, Kurt!" He chuckled.
The bathroom door opened up once more and Kurt poked his head through the crack. Blaine closed his mouth when he noticed the blue-grey eyes had turned a vicious shade of jade. Kurt was smirking evilly at him through the doorway.
"By the way, Blaine," he drew out the other boy's name slowly and his smirk grew more devilish, "you really shouldn't be asking me for workout tips when you are the one who has a body to die for." Then the light eyed boy gave a flirty wink before he disappeared behind the wooden door once more.
Blaine Anderson was very, very sure that Kurt had really indeed killed him.
A/N: AHHHHH YOU GUYS! I'm almost at 100 reviews! AHHHHH! I'm so excited! This is the most I've ever gotten for a story and it makes me feel sooooo good! Thank you so much! There's still another chapter to go, so be on the lookout for that one, also I have a semi-sequel to this that I'll be posting soon as well. There will be more flashbacks in that one (it'll get to the main reason why Blaine came to Dalton, I promise), so I hope you all read it when I post it as well. Anyways, please review! I'll love you if you do!