Kurt absentmindedly tapped his pencil on his thigh, staring up at the clock and only half-listening to what his history teacher was saying. Something about... nope, no idea. Not that paying attention did any good. His history teacher was one of the most useless people ever to walk this earth. His voice was monotonous, able to lull even the most alert into a deep sleep. It was eighth period, and, to be honest, he was only still at McKinley to avoid upsetting his dad. Burt was a terrifying man when angry, so Kurt did all he could to prevent that. He felt a vibration in his pocket, and slipped out his phone.
One more period and then Warblers. Hang in there, babe. -B Kurt smiled and quickly replied.
Dear Gaga, my history teacher has never been more boring. He makes Ms. Bell seem intelligent. -K
That's a horrible thing to say. Can't be worse than Mr. Ross, though. I don't remember anything he taught me. -B
Oh, Mr. Ross seems somewhat tolerable compared to what I'm ignoring right now. -K He shuddered at the memory of Mr. Ross's droning voice and pointless stories, as well as Ms. Bell's frightening taste. She had a mullet and a weird obsession with animal print clothes. And she wonders why she's single.
Again, a horrible thing to say. And you should be paying attention. I love you. Now get back to work. -B
Paying attention is for nerds. I love you too, Blaine, and you need to work harder than me. -K
We ARE nerds, Kurt. But fine. -B Kurt smirked at his obvious victory and once again attempted to pay attention.
The bell sounded after what seemed like hours, and Kurt couldn't get out fast enough. He pushed past Brett, who smelled homeless as ever, past Puck and Mike, and he forced himself not to run back to his locker. He was almost there, just about to pass the astronomy classroom that was always conveniently empty, when he felt a large, rough hand shoving him into the abandoned room.
"Hey, homo. Off to see your faggot boyfriend?" Azimio's voice was mocking, almost resembling threatening, but not enough to faze Kurt.
"I'm surprised. Your basic insult structure hasn't changed in the slightest since my transfer." Kurt stood straighter, meeting Azimio's eyes. His icy gaze bored into the football player, and then, it felt like an iceberg had bitch-slapped him. He was dripping wet, and his first thought was of his clothes. His favorite Alexander McQueen jacket was ruined. Yes, he officially hated Azimio. On the bright side, it looked like his pants and T-shirt might survive if he washed them right away.
"The fact that you're a fag hasn't changed either, lady." The massive boy laughed and left Kurt picking bits of cherry slushie out of his hair. Regaining his senses, he stumbled into the girls' bathroom and rinsed off his face and his hair. Not bothering to change his jacket, he grabbed his bag and raced to his car, not caring if he knocked over a freshman or two in the process. He needed to get back home as soon as he could. He needed to see and hear Blaine once again.
He made the short drive back home faster than usual, shouted a quick greeting, and dashed to his room before stripping out of his ruined clothes and quickly choosing a simple outfit. Well, simple for Kurt, rather elaborate for anyone else. He dried his hair and tamed it with just a little hairspray before turning on his computer and logging into Skype. Blaine wasn't on yet, and Kurt felt his phone vibrate.
How are you holding up? -B
Azimio slushied me, but I'm okay. -K
Ouch. Glad you're okay, though. Almost done with Warblers, just half an hour left! :) -B
Can't wait to see you! I love you! 3 -K
I love you too. I should go, Wes looks like he wants to throw his gavel at me. -B
Kurt didn't reply, fearing for Blaine. 27 more minutes. I can do this, he thought, humming a tune he was making up on the spot. Absently, he ran a hand through his hair before looking in the mirror and realizing he had messed it up. Fifteen minutes were spent on making it look acceptable, and he pulled down the latest issue of Vogue to pass the rest of the time.
He heard Blaine calling him on Skype, and answered it a little too quickly. Blaine was laughing, and obviously seated at the piano. "Hey, Kurt! Eager to see me?"
"Yeah. I did NOT appreciate Azimio's slushie, I had to completely change outfits when I got home." Kurt pouted, but Blaine's goofy grin turned it into a smile.
"Turn that frown upside down!" Blaine's bout of childishness set Kurt into laughing uncontrollably, which in turn made Blaine laugh just as hard.
"Weren't you gonna sing to me?"
"You're impatient today." Blaine laughed and wished he could reach through the screen and hug Kurt.
"Mhm... being slushied does that."
"What's it like, being slushied?" The question was out before Blaine could stop it.
"Imagine you just got bitch-slapped."
"Ouch." Blaine winced, and instinctively touched a hand to his cheek.
"By an iceberg. And don't touch your face, you'll get oils on it and get zits."
Blaine shuddered and made a face, earning more giggles from Kurt. "One, I never want to get slushied ever, and two, I'll try to keep my hand off my face."
"Good Blaine. Now play a song for me." Kurt was still giggling as he shifted a little in his chair.
"Right. Um... here." Blaine played a few notes to try and remember where on the piano his hands were supposed to be, eventually settling and beginning to play. Kurt didn't recognize it at first, and he listened to the lyrics, trying to figure out what it was.
I've been alone
Surrounded by darkness
And I've seen how heartless
The world can be
Blaine's voice was gentle, uplifting, and more heartfelt than Kurt had ever heard. It sent Kurt's heart racing, and brought an instant smile to his lips.
And I've seen you crying
You felt like it's hopeless
I'll always do my best
To make you see
Kurt could see the honesty behind Blaine's golden eyes, the love, all the millions of emotions that must be running through the older boy's brain. But mostly, it was love, and Kurt simply couldn't get enough of it. As always, there was a slightly rough, sometimes even a little breathy quality to Blaine's voice, and it was just amazing to listen to. He had true talent, more so than most pop artists.
Baby, you're not alone
'Cause you're here with me
And nothing's ever gonna bring us down
'Cause nothing can keep me from loving you
And you know it's true
It don't matter what'll come to be
Our love is all we need to make it through
The pale boy's heart was racing, and he was truly moved by the performance. His eyes were just beginning to tear, mostly from the realization that Blaine would help him through all his struggles, and never consider him a freak like he had originally thought.
Now I know it ain't easy
But it ain't hard trying
Every time I see you smiling
And I feel you so close to me
Kurt wanted to be on the other side of that screen, hugging Blaine, even just being near him would be enough. It wasn't quite the same, he couldn't smell the trace of coffee, the hints of cologne that drove him absolutely crazy. He couldn't quite see just how Blaine's eyes light up every time he saw Kurt smiling, laughing.
And you tell me
Baby, you're not alone
'Cause you're here with me
And nothing's ever gonna bring us down
'Cause nothing can keep me from loving you
And you know it's true
It don't matter what'll come to be
Our love is all we need to make it through
Kurt looked into the camera, feeling that would be the closest he could get to eye contact, before looking back at Blaine's image on the screen.
I still have trouble
I trip and stumble trying to make sense of things sometimes, oh
I look for reasons
But I don't need 'em
All I need is to look in your eyes
And I realize
Kurt's mouth opened slightly at the power behind that last note. He knew Blaine's voice was strong, but not THAT strong. It sent shivers down his spine, and maybe, just maybe, a little tremor somewhere lower.
Baby, I'm not alone
'Cause you're here with me
And nothing's ever gonna take us down
'Cause nothing can keep me from loving you
And you know it's true
It don't matter what'll come to be
Our love is all we need to make it through
Oh, 'cause you're here with me
And nothing's ever gonna bring us down
'Cause nothing, nothing, nothing can keep me from loving you
And you know it's true, oh, it don't matter what'll come to be
You know our love is all we need
Our love is all we need
To make it through
By now, Kurt realized that Blaine had seriously been holding back for Warblers. His falsetto was something else, and Kurt had no idea Blaine could play piano THAT well. "That was... that was incredible," Kurt said, applauding furiously.
A blush tinged Blaine's face pink and he replied sheepishly, "I felt like it was off a little, but I'm just glad you liked it. I started writing it but had a huge block until I met you."
"Y-you wrote it for me? Ah, Blaine Warbler, I love you so much I wish I could kiss you right now." It was Kurt's turn to blush and he blew a kiss to the camera.
Blaine made a motion with his hand to signify catching it and putting it in his heart, before blowing a kiss back. "I love you, Kurt." Kurt swooned just a little before "catching" the kiss and putting his hand over his heart.
"I love you too, Blaine, but stop making my heart do backflips, it can't be healthy."
Blaine flushed a shade darker. "But you're so adorable when you're like this."
"There you go again. I'm gonna have a heart attack one day and then I'll blame you for doing this to me."
"You won't have a heart attack, Kurt. I'm sure there are quite a few people who have been this in love without having heart attacks later in life." Blaine switched to his reassuring tone in a millisecond, and Kurt smiled appreciatively.
"How is it that you always know exactly what to say?"
"I'm psychic. No, I'm just awesome."
"Way to be humble." Kurt laughed and Blaine leaned back a little too far, toppling over.
"AH! Ouch... I'm okay, I swear. Nothing's broken, at least as far as I can tell."
"Blaine, you sure you're okay? Do you want me to drive to Westerville?"
"KURT! No! I swear I'm fine, I'm just...ehm... Karma got me."
"Yeah, that'll teach you to be anything other than humble."
"You're SUCH a supportive boyfriend."
"I know," Kurt replied simply, effectively closing the sarcasm-war. Blaine had finally managed to get back upright, and he grinned goofily before blowing another kiss. "I just thought of another song I wanna sing, I need to go get my guitar, hope that kiss tides you over." Kurt smiled and nodded, and Blaine rushed off to hunt down his guitar.
A/N: Um... yeah... the fluffiness at the end was fun to write. Reviews are like unicorns to me! :) I haven't decided what Blaine's second song is, I'm thinking F***ing Perfect by P!nk, Broken Open by Adam Lambert, or Aftermath by Adam Lambert, but any other suggestions are GREATLY appreciated. It doesn't have to be only played on guitar, Blaine probably has a TON of instrumental versions of songs on his iPod. So yeah, review, suggest things, um... yeah.
You guys are the best! LOVE YOU! -CatCompanion09