A/N: This chapter is a little shorter, mostly because school now is killing me...But I'll do my best! I actually do write a little every day, so I hope for more chapters rather freqently. Hope you like this, and don't forget to review!:)
"Blaine. Get up."
He groaned. Why did Jeff have to be a morning person?
Blaine hated morning people.
"Honestly dude, I you don't move your ass I'm gonna get David and Wes to drag you up."
"Nahmanpleasedon'tjustfivemoreminutes..."
David and Wes found it very amusing to challenge themselves in finding new, cruel ways of waking Blaine. One time they used an actual horn next to his ear. It rung all day.
"What's that? I'm sorry I didn't hear you? Never mind I'll get Wes. I bet he want some revenge."said Jeff and left the room. Blaine drew his pillow closer to his hear, protecting his head against any possible attack. Blaine fell asleep again, if only light.
"Blaine?" a light voice said carefully. Blaine slowly lifted his pillow from his face, still suspicious.
"It's just me, promise."
Blaine removed the pillow, and saw Kurt sitting on the side of his bed. His skin looked so smooth and soft, Blaine found himself fantasizing about touching his cheek. He shook his head.
"Well, don't you look all...sharp and alert."
Kurt smiled faintly.
"I've always been a morning person."
Blaine loved morning people.
"Blaine, you really need to get your uniform on, we have french in 15 minutes. And it takes about ten minutes to get there. So...we need to leave in five minutes."
"What? Five minutes?"
Kurt nodded.
"I'll wait outside!" he said cheerfully. Blaine got up as Kurt left the room. Right, uniform. Blaine squished out a third of his favorite hairgel from the tub and tamed his hair. As he drew his fingers through his hair, he slowly realized something. Kurt had sat on his bed. Before Blaine had fixed his hair. Kurt had seen Blaine's hair, pre-styling.
Shit! Nobody except David, Wes and Jeff are allowed to my hair unstyled! No one else have seen it without gel!
Blaine grabbed his bag and left his dorm. Kurt was waiting for him and they left for french. They arrived a minute late, they slipped in to the classroom just before Mrs. Bennett closed the door.
"Excuse moi, je suis un retard." Kurt murmured, with perfect pronunciation.
"Uhm...yeah, excuse moi." said Blaine. The class tried to keep the laughing muffled.
"Kurt, Blaine, prenez des siéges par la fenêtre, s'il vous plaît."
Kurt, Blaine, please take the seats by the window.
"Oui, madame." said Kurt and moved towards the table. Blaine had no idea what Mrs. Bennett had said and just stood there. Kurt took Blaine's and dragged him to the table.
So soft. His hand is so soft, no don't let go!
As soon as they were at the table, Kurt let Blaine's hand go.
Why did I take his hand? He looks like I struck him with a taser!
The class started, and Blaine didn't even bother trying listening. He sat next to Kurt, and he could sniff Kurt's perfume . Or aftershave. Or shampoo. Whatever, he smelled so good Blaine would have melted into a little pool of jelly if he could have. Blaine put his chin in his hand, leaning slightly to the left. Translation, Blaine moved closer to Kurt stealth-style. He glanced over to Kurt. His hands, his so soft hands were taking notes even if Blaine had a feeling he really didn't need it. Kurt seemed to be a very good in french. Mrs. Bennett sorted them in pairs to work on an assignment, and Blaine got very satisfied when he was paired with Kurt. Even more satisfied when he realized it was a three week-assignment.
"Êtes-tu bon en francais?" said Kurt.
"Non! Tu pouvé m'aider beacoup." said Blaine and smiled. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Bien sûr, Blaine."
The remaining minutes of the lesson they spent talking about the project. Correction, Kurt talked about the project and Blaine's tried to keep his eyes off Kurt's lips.
Why does Blaine keep looking at my lips? It kinda give the wrong signal.
David and Jeff sat in Spanish, bored to death.
"If he keeps talking about irregular verbs, I'm gonna fall asleep." whispered Jeff.
"Talk to me." said David.
"Hey guys, wake up! He said something about a test, shut up!" whispered Wes. He actually liked the subject, and was probably the one and only reason David and Jeff passed.
"Not again." groaned Jeff.
"Just because you flunked. I want to learn."
David and Jeff looked at Wes, horrified.
"Don't worry, you still have your awesome friend. I'm not replaced by an alien. But I'm so not getting flunked cause of you two."
Jeff shrugged.
"Your choice, man. We're still gonna steal your notes, though. Speaking of being flunked, do you think Blaine will pass French now?"
"You mean with Kurt in the game? No way, he's going to be more...flunked. He can't stop staring at him. It's kind of creepy." said Wes.
"Totally. Peddobear's in da house." said David. Jeff and Wes snickered.
"Let's just hope Kurt likes Blaine. It would be a shame if he turned him down, things more boring than a sulking Blaine are hard to find." said Wes.
"Remember Kevin?" said Jeff.
"How could I forget? The most boring month of my life." said David. "At first, budding love, unlimited infatuation! Then, Kevin decided to get a girlfriend and dumped Blaine the same day."
"And he left us with a surprisingly boring and dull Blaine, who didn't even get mad when we stole Pumba. He didn't want to prank anyone for weeks!" said Jeff, pretending to be hurt. But they all knew the truth. Kevin had been pretty cruel to Blaine, it had been a nasty breakup. They decided to change the subject, and David asked Wes if the should fix a blind date for Jeff. After much objection from Jeff, they decided they most definitely should fix a date for Jeff.
During lunch a week later, Kurt's phone rang. He looked at the screen, and his mouth opened in surprise.
"Is it against the rules to use your cell?"
"Nope. It might be confiscated if you speak insanely loud, but otherwise you should be fine." said Blaine. Kurt smiled and answered.
"Hi, Finn! What's up?"
Blaine's face dropped.
Finn? A guy? He said he didn't have a boyfriend but...he might date. Or gotten a boyfriend after. Man, why am I always so unlucky?
"Really? Do they remember me at all? Your glee club really are special."
David, Wes and Jeff had silenced, all pretending to be very occupied with looking out the window. But Blaine knew they eavesdropped as much as he did.
"Maybe I'll come visit. My last class ends early today."
No! I don't want Kurt to visit another guy and his glee club!
"Great! I'll see you soon then. Tell Artie and Noah I said hi. Yes, I know he prefers Puck, but honestly, it's a ridiculous name. Mhm. Don't forget Mercedes either. Okay, bye, see you!"
Kurt hung up. The other guys stared at him.
"Who's Finn?" said Jeff.
"He's my brother in law. Maybe you've heard of McKinely High in Lima? He's in the glee club there."
David was the only one who put one and one together.
"Wait...Are you talking about the New Directions?"
A very pregnant silence spread across the table.
"Yes! How did you...?"
"Because they are out greatest competitors for sectionals!"
"You have a glee club...?"
"You're not a real Dalton kid if you don't know who the Warblers are, Kurt."
"The what?"
"The Warblers!" said Blaine."We're like rockstars!"
"Yeah, like a glee club could be rockstars..." he said.
"Uh, yeah? Dude, you really need to see a Warlber-performance."
Jeff turned to Wes.
"Hey Wes, how about throw in a performance tomorrow?"
"I think that's an excellent idea, Jeffy. Teenage dream?" he said to Blaine who lit up like a lantern.
"Yes! I love to sing lead!"
Kurt just stared at them.
"Are all of you in the Warblers?"
"Of course! Me and David are in the council, Blaine usually sings lead and Jeff...well, Jeff is the background guy."
"Shut up, it's just because you two never give me any solos."
David put an arm around Blaine's shoulders.
"Ah, that my friend, is because Blaine here has wrapped us all around his tiny little finger."
They laughed.
"So...all of you sing?"
"Yeah. U mad?"
Kurt ignored Wes.
"Do you have a sign-up list for auditions?"
"Sure, what do you sing? Bass, baryton, tenor...?"
"Countertenor."
Blaine choked on his soup. David and Wes shouted out loud. Jeff put his hands together as if praying and mumbled "finally, thank you dear god..."
"What?" said Kurt, wondering what was wrong with them.
"Do you know how long we've been looking for a countertenor?" said Wes and looked at Kurt with worshiping eyes.
"It's hard to be an acapella choir without a countertenor...We're going to be invincible now!" said Blaine, looking childishly happy.
"The New Directions won't have a chance!" said David.
"We have practise today after school, you have to be there!" said Jeff.
"O-okay..." said Kurt, blushing. It felt unusual to be so...desirable. Blaine melted a little when he saw Kurt blush. He hadn't told anyone, not even Jeff, that his little crush on Kurt were becoming a little bit more than a crush. He loved the way Kurt just lit up a room when he entered, he loved his accent, he loved how innocent and sweet he was, he loved...Well, Blaine loved almost everything about Kurt. And everyone could see that, except Kurt. As Blaine kept thinking he saw Kurt and Jeff talking, and he was struck by how good friends they had become. Blaine was almost jealous. He wanted to be the to make Kurt laugh, that perfect angel-laugh of his.
Blaine looked at me like that again at lunch today...He can't keep doing that, I'm starting to think my feelings for him are returned. Yeah, like that would happen.
A/N: Did you like it? Want me to change something? Review and let me know, it would make my day!(...more like week to be honest.) By the way, I feel like I should explain my titels on the chapters...I name them after different 60's-ish songs I like. I am horribly bad at figuring out titels!