So, the Glee Project has just finished airing in the UK – my home town. I was kind of…surprised by the result. Not unhappy, just…I don't know! I'm relieved that Lindsay didn't win but I was so sure Alex would! Am I the only one? Leave me a review and tell me what you think!
Also, I know there's not much drama to this story yet – but I promise, next chapter, the drama starts! So if you want that chapter up ASAP, please leave me a review and tell me :)
Now, on with the story. Thanks for reading :)
Chapter two
15th July 2012
It'd been a year since they'd nearly slept together, Kurt mused as he wandered the streets of New York. And so much had changed.
Who'd have known such a brilliant friendship could have blossomed from years of lust and yearning? Sure, residual awkwardness surrounding their…encounter had ensured early in the friendship. But they were way past that now. Conversation came easily between the two of them and they never seemed to run out of things to talk about. Blaine – despite being a hopeless flirt and player – was a genuinely nice guy and spoke with an intensity and passion that intrigued Kurt. He could have listened to him talk forever.
And last summer, he had. They'd been inseparable, until university came and they were forced apart. They were still in the same state, having both chosen New York, but on different campuses, studying different subjects and their usual coffee dates were hard to keep. But they'd managed. And they only had a year until they were both out of there.
Sure, being so close to Blaine had done nothing to help Kurt get over him – if anything; he had fallen in love with him more. But he was okay with that. Being with Blaine was incredible – even if it was only as friends.
Neither of the two boys had been able to hold down a steady boyfriend since starting university. Both had had opportunities, dates and one night stands – Kurt even made it to the relationship stage with one. But they all ended the same way – jealousy. Their boyfriends always seemed to be jealous of the relationship Kurt and Blaine had, no matter how many times they had been persuaded it was purely platonic.
Kurt personally couldn't blame them. Blaine, on the other hand, ranted about it for hours, complaining endlessly about how ridiculous it was. "We're just friends!" he would sigh, and with every sigh, Kurt's heart would crack just a tiny bit. But Blaine would look up and smile dazzlingly at Kurt and all the hurt would ebb away. "Of course we're not just friends," Blaine would reassure him, "you know I love you." And with the next cup of coffee, the conversation topic would change.
Blaine always told Kurt he loved him. In fact, he was kind of an affection-whore. They were always hugging, holding hands, winking and laughing. Blaine often kissed Kurt on the cheek as well, as a friend would. Kurt had to keep reminding himself – friends, friends, friends…
Kurt reasoned that because Blaine didn't have a boyfriend – mostly because of him – that he was looking for kicks wherever he could get them. Kurt seemed to be his number one source, and funnily enough he was okay with that.
Kurt may not be Blaine's boyfriend, but he would be the first one Blaine would call when he was upset, it was Kurt's house he would come to if he needed somewhere to stay, it was Kurt who was the only person who'd ever seen Blaine cry, it was Kurt that Blaine would ask out on dates, Kurt who Blaine would take to family events as his date. And that meant the world to him.
And today, he would see Blaine for the first time in 3 months. It was creepy, boarding on stalker-ish how much Kurt had missed him. He missed his smile, his laugh, his ability to pick Kurt up no matter how low he was. He missed the man he loved.
Kurt turned off the street and into the small coffee shop that had become his and Blaine's retreat. Of course, he was the first one there. He always was. And again, he was okay with that. He would always wait for Blaine. That was just the way it was.
Purchasing a non-fat mocha, he sat at their table. And idly pulling out his copy of Vogue and flicking through the pages he'd already read, he waited. With every chime of the bell that brought through the door a new customer, Kurt would look up with feigned disinterest.
He stopped looking up eventually, knowing it was petulant and that Blaine would come. He would. He always did, he was just always late.
It was when warm hands were placed on his and a swift kiss was placed to his cheek, he knew Blaine had arrived. Kurt simply shook his head fondly, smiling slightly as Blaine quickly ordered a medium drip and sat back down at their table.
"I'm so sorry I'm late." Blaine apologised, his dazzling eyes boring into Kurt's and daring him not to accept his apology.
"I know you are," Kurt's copy of Vogue fell to the table, closed. He looked up, smiling brightly, "that's why I'm not mad." He noticed how good Blaine looked instantly. He was dressed in green – a colour that always made his eyes pop, his hair was curling loosely and stubble ghosted across his cheeks and neck.
"You're the best," Blaine told him, taking a long swig of coffee and then wincing as it burnt his mouth.
"I take it you're talking to me, not the coffee? Let me guess, it was a long night?" Kurt questioned, not needing to ask to know the answer.
"The longest – I had this huge paper due for class and like always, I left it to the last minute."
"Naturally," Kurt cut in, smirking good-naturedly.
"Yeah, well, you know me," Blaine grinned, "and I was up most of the night finishing. I only turned it in this morning and then ran here. Literally. Ran."
"You were on the track team in Dalton. I feel no sympathy." Kurt deadpanned.
Blaine cocked his head on one side, creasing his eyebrows together with confusion. "You knew that?" He asked.
Kurt blanched, knowing exactly how much like a stalker he sounded. "Everyone knew that, you were practically famous in Dalton. You had a blog to keep your fans up to date with your life, come on."
Blaine snorted with laughter. "I had over 500 followers, I'll have you know."
"500 people in the world with less dignity than you? Who'd have known?" Kurt quipped, though he couldn't help but laugh.
"Are you saying you weren't one of the 500 people who loved to know about my life?" Blaine asked, laughing.
Kurt prayed the question was rhetorical. Otherwise he was screwed. He changed the subject quickly. "And you had a Facebook fan page." That I liked.
"I did?" Blaine looked shocked. "I genuinely never knew anything about that."
"That I doubt. Everyone thought you set it up yourself," Kurt paused, "that didn't stop people liking it though."
"Being lead singer of the Warblers has its perks, you know," Blaine told him, smiling. "So, how are you surviving without singing?"
Kurt pulled a face. "The shower is a wonderful place, Blaine. Though I think my roommate is starting to resent it."
Blaine laughed, finishing his coffee in a long swallow. "Is he still obsessed with you?"
"It's not funny!" Kurt insisted. "He's actually got a picture of my face on his pillow. His pillow. That means he sleeps next to my face. Every night. I'm putting in for a room transfer."
"You're too nice to do that. It'd break his heart." Blaine continued to laugh.
"He's gone too far! It's seriously creepy now!" Kurt wailed, melodramatically.
"So the time he serenaded you with 'My Heart Will Go On' in a classroom, in front of everyone, wasn't creepy enough for you?" Blaine asked, smirking.
Kurt pouted. "Okay, this is even creepier. Can we change the subject?"
"Sure, got yourself a boyfriend yet?"
Kurt scowled at him. "That's hardly an adequate subject change. But of course not. I'm still friends with you, aren't I?"
Blaine laughed. "That's still a problem?"
"Blaine, how have every single one of our relationships ended? 'You put him before me', 'you love him, not me' and my all-time favourite – 'every time you and him are in the same room together, you undress him with your eyes.' Is that even possible?" Kurt asked, laughing slightly.
Until he saw the way Blaine was looking at him. The same way he did exactly a year ago today. It still left him speechless.
Blaine was staring at him hungrily, eyes raking down his body in a way that made Kurt uncomfortably aware of the fact that they were more interested in what was underneath his clothes.
And he suddenly realised.
"Oh," Kurt breathed, "I get it now. Good demonstration," he commended him.
Blaine winked. "I thought so. I spend enough time doing it to every boy I see."
Kurt tried to laugh at that, but it came out more like a cough. "So you're still flying solo?"
"Naturally. I prefer it that way. No strings, no commitments. Just…fun. Remember what that is?" Blaine asked, jokingly.
"Once I get my fashion degree, I'll have plenty of time to have fun. Right now, a fashion degree is my focus. No distractions. And when I'm the next Alexander McQueen, you'll be wishing you'd thought the same thing!" Kurt told him with a tone of superiority.
"Okay, but if you're going to die, can you warn me first?" Blaine paused. "Oh, and leave me your multi-million-dollar empire in your will? Thanks!"
"Like you're going to need a multi-million-dollar empire. What happened to being an award-winning solo artist?" Kurt asked, fingers tracing patterns on his discarded coffee mug.
"That's still the plan. How successful I'll be, who knows. But, hey, here's to the future," Blaine suddenly toasted, holding up his empty mug expectantly.
"Blaine, our glasses are empty." Kurt pointed out, looking decidedly unimpressed.
"That sucks," Blaine muttered, reminding them both of a Warbler number they'd performed in high school. They laughed simultaneously at the memories that flooded back. "But does it honestly matter?" Blaine suddenly asked, seriously. "I'm sure the sentiment still stands. Do you not want our future to be toasted?"
Our future. Not futures. One. Singular. Shared. The thought warmed Kurt's heart.
"Oh fine!" Kurt eventually agreed, feigning reluctance. He raised his glass. "Here's to us. And the future."
"Together." Blaine's mug tapped his and the smile they shared was dazzling.
Together…
TBC. If you review…:)