Hello!
FIRSTLY. Sorry for the long wait. Had lots of stuff happening in my life =) and also apologies for this chapter's shortness...it's a bit of a filler really...sorry xD
SECONDLY. This is VERY IMPORTANT. In the last AN I mentioned some upcoming angst I was planning. Some people were totally for this. But some people seemed disappointed and wanted the fluff to continue. So, I need to know, should I go ahead with my plan of angst? Or should I leave it as a patch of mild angst and return to the fluffiness asap? xD I don't mind either way, 'tis your choice.
THIRDLY. Thank you so much for all the reviews, you have no idea how much they all mean to me =) xxxx
I DO NOT OWN GLEE.
"...let you put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight." Blaine let the last chord ring out before stopping the sound by placing his hand on the guitar strings.
Kurt's face was an expression of delight, his eyes twinkling as he giggled with happiness. He reached out to stroke the wooden surface of Blaine's guitar.
"That's amazing," he sighed, grinning at Blaine.
"Thank you," replied Blaine, taking his hands off the guitar and leaning on it with his forearms. "Your turn."
"You'll be disappointed," said Kurt dejectedly. "I'm not as good as you."
"I don't believe you," winked Blaine. Kurt stared at him for a moment longer before he opened his mouth and began to sing, fiddling with the ends of the ever present red scarf around his waist.
Blaine's eyes widened and his mouth was threatening to drop.
Kurt sang in a language unrecognisable to Blaine. His smooth, high voice sounded ethereal and undoubtedly beautiful. Kurt's eyes closed as he continued to sing the calming melody. When he stopped the air felt strangely empty and quiet.
"It's a lullaby my mother used to sing to me," explained Kurt quietly, opening his eyes to look down at his lap.
"It's beautiful," said Blaine earnestly, reaching out and lightly stroking Kurt's pale jaw, gently tracing the swirling pattern there. He pulled away when Kurt looked up. "Which language was that?"
"It's an old mermish language, not many people can speak it now."
"Can you?" asked Blaine, curious.
"No, but my mother told me the song is about love and hope," Kurt's voice was sad but his face held a small smile. "She was an amazing singer."
"Was?" Blaine picked up on the word.
"She has long since gone on," murmured Kurt, flicking his fin into the waves from where it hung off the edge of the rock. He looked up to see Blaine looking curious. "Passed away," he explained more quietly.
"Oh," breathed Blaine. "I'm so sorry." Kurt didn't reply, flicking water up onto his tail as it started to dry.
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The days passed and Blaine and Kurt continued to meet regularly. Sometimes singing and talking, sometimes swimming and sometimes just lying there next to each other on the uncomfortable rock. Blaine also made sure to spend time with Leo to avoid suspicion, but his brother had his new friend to hang round with now, who Leo described as "weird, but good at football."
Blaine hadn't done anything more since kissing the merboy's cheek, but they often brushed arms or sat very close to each other during Blaine's numerous visits. The last thing Blaine wanted to do was scare Kurt away.
One afternoon they were sat side by side on the rock, Blaine wriggling his toes in the salty sea while Kurt swirled his tail around, occasionally bumping into Blaine's legs.
"How long will you be here?" asked Kurt quietly.
"Oh I've probably still got a couple more hours before I need to get back," replied Blaine with a grin.
"No," said Kurt, biting his lip. "I mean here, with your grandparents."
"Oh..." Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes. "Two more weeks, then I'm going back home." They sat in silence as they both turned this thought over in their minds.
"I'll miss you," whispered Kurt finally.
"Same," said Blaine, reaching over with sudden courage to take Kurt's hand in his own. Kurt looked down in surprise at their entwined fingers, but made no move to remove his hand. His skin was smooth and cold against Blaine's warm, rough hand.
"You feel so cold," whispered Blaine, tracing the markings on Kurt's arm with his other hand.
"If I get too warm I can die," replied Kurt, just as quietly. "Our bodies work best in the cold." There was another silence, that was by no means uncomfortable, as the two boys revelled in the feeling of the hand holding theirs. Then Kurt slowly let his head fall onto Blaine's shoulder.
"Tell me how the telebox works," requested Kurt, moving his head to a more comfortable position on Blaine's shoulder.
"The television," corrected Blaine with a smile. Kurt nodded and Blaine went on to try and explain the process of electricity, never letting go of Kurt's hand.
A while later Blaine glanced over to the archway in the side of the cove, noticing the rising water.
"I need to go before the tide gets too high," said Blaine regrettably, turning his head back to look at Kurt.
"Will I see you tomorrow?" asked Kurt as Blaine let go of his hand to collect up his backpack.
"Of course," grinned Blaine, slinging his bag over his shoulder and moving back to stand next to the rock. Kurt leant forward from where he was sitting on the rock until their faces were inches apart.
"Until tomorrow," whispered Kurt, leaning forwards and pecking Blaine's cheek before pulling away with a cheeky smile and moving to gracefully dive into the water.
Blaine stood there for a moment, fingers pressed to his cheek, the place where Kurt's lips had touched. He grinned, a laugh escaping his mouth as he turned and practically skipped back home.
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"Had fun with your new friend?" asked Blaine's grandmother as Blaine walked through the door, chucking his bag to one side.
"How did you know that's where I was?" asked Blaine curiously, joining her on the living room sofa.
"You always have this big grin on your face when you come home from the beach," she elaborated with a wink. Blaine couldn't help but chuckle, his moods were soaring high and he felt like nothing could bring him down.
"Where's Leo?" asked Blaine, looking around the living room, only to see his grandfather snoring in his armchair.
"In the garden with that new friend of his," replied his grandmother, something in her voice implying she disapproved slightly of Leo's choice in friends. They sat on the sofa for a while longer, Blaine's grandmother submerged in the book she had previously been reading while Blaine mulled some thoughts over in his head. He wasn't sure whether his grandmother knew the exact situation between himself and Kurt. In that Kurt wasn't human. There was something about the story she had told him about her friend that lead him to believe that she did know more than she let on. But he didn't dare say anything in case he was drastically wrong.
A beeping sound came from the small kitchen and his grandmother looked up from her book.
"That'll be the dinner, would you mind calling Leo in? And I suspect his friend needs to go home for his own dinner," said his grandmother, making her way into the kitchen.
"Sure," shrugged Blaine, standing up and walking out the back door into the relatively small garden to see his lanky brother and his beefy friend kicking a ball around whilst guarding some makeshift goals.
"Leo!" called Blaine, causing his brother to look up. "It's dinner time!"
"Okay, I'll be there in a sec!" was the yelled reply.
The two boys ambled into the kitchen, Leo shooting Blaine a friendly grin while the other boy, Blaine seemed to recall his name as Dave, shot him a dirty glare and a smirk. Blaine stood there, slightly shocked, as Dave waved goodbye to Leo and lumbered out the door. There was something Blaine found rather unpleasant about the boy, but he shook the feeling from his mind and sat down with his family to eat the delicious pasta dish their grandmother had prepared.
Read the SECOND point in my Author's Note. Should I write some angst into this story? Or leave it as fluff? =) Tell moi!