The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer day:
The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts,
And took them quite away!
This Knave of Hearts, he stole those hearts,
And broke them right away!
Kurt was peeved. Honestly, he'd been dropping hints for weeks - no, months - now and still nothing from Blaine. Even going through the catalogues and collections Hilde Van Kamp had sent her son hadn't quite placated Kurt yet. David had sung to Katherine, right in front of Blaine, but all the boy had done was smile goofily and wink at Kurt. It was infuriating.
With a sigh, he picked up his chin from where he had been resting it on his hands and placed his fingers gently on the piano in front of him. With a stroke of a single ivory key he began playing, his fingers fluttering across the keys as he sung quietly, notes and song mixing together beautifully in the small, sun-lit room.
As the last note rang hauntingly in the air before returning to calm silence, Kurt was startled and more than a little surprised to hear three small, quiet claps before a smooth, long-fingered palm rested on his shoulder. Logan Wright slid onto the piano stool beside Kurt, his icy gaze not missing the shiny, slightly blotchy complexion and red-rimmed eyes which gazed back.
"Logan, what can I do for you?" he asked with a half-hearted smile whilst attempting to wipe his damp cheeks with the back of his hand without the other boy noticing.
"Well you can start by telling me what is wrong. Prom is just over a week away so I figured that you and Van Kamp," he gave the glossy magazines thrown onto the lid of the sleek piano a nudge before facing Kurt again, "would be looking a little happier and a lot more excited. Especially as you and your boyfriend get to dance the night away in each other's arms." The last part was said with bitterness and downturned eyes.
"Not that it is any of your business, Logan," Kurt snapped, turning his body on the bench to face the boy next to him, "but I won't be 'dancing the night away' in his arms because he hasn't ask-" he stopped short and spat out, "I really don't want to talk about it, not with you."
The blonde visibly bristled at that. "What," he spat back, "your perfect knight in shining armour not gotten off his high horse and asked for your hand at the ball?" When Kurt said nothing to confirm or deny this, but merely stare at the specks of dust on the piano keys, Logan gasped. "That's it, isn't it? That's why you're so upset. Blaine hasn't actually asked you to go to the Prom with him."
Kurt's lip trembled and a quiet and shaky "No" escaped. He swiped at his cheeks again as fresh tears leaked from his bloodshot eyes and began to trickle down his face. The lie didn't sound convincing to either boys' ears. "I just don't understand. He's my boyfriend, I'm his boyfriend. He knows how much this means to me."
Both boys were quiet for a minute as they remembered how stressed Kurt had been when Logan spotted him last week, panicking that something or other was oyster-grey instead of the desired pearl-grey that Kurt wanted.
"Well," Logan licked his dry lips nervously whilst his fingers hovered just above Kurt's thigh before slowly, gently lowering them down on the wonderfully tight skinny jeans the countertenor was wearing. He could feel Kurt's leg muscles flex beneath his fingers, the jeans were so snug. It felt fantastic. "As Blaine hasn't asked you, maybe someone else will get the chance."
As Kurt was confused by Logan's last statement, he didn't think to question the hand resting on his leg. Logan did. When Kurt didn't respond, Logan's little finger began to move in small circles. It was barely noticeable but felt wonderful all the same.
"Maybe," he swallowed thickly as more fingers began to trace swirls and loops on Kurt's thigh. "Maybe I could take you to Prom?"
As Kurt's expression morphed into one of horror, Logan's fingers stopped their ministrations and tightened instead on the boy's leg. It was not enough to hurt him, but enough for him to notice the hand and looked down in shock and made a move to get up.
"No!" came the strangled cry from the prefect's throat. He twisted his body and brought his other hand up to hold onto Kurt's arm, for fear the boy would flee in fright. "No, not like that. As friends. I could still join you in the main entrance and we could ride to the hotel together and dance together. We could go as friends, just friends. But I'm asking you Kurt. I'm asking you to Prom. Someone is asking you to Prom. So please, please say yes."
"Logan." The younger boy spoke softly, his gaze now set firmly on the black and white keys beside him which he rested a hand on, rather than on the hand pressed so intimately on his thigh or the one curled just below his wrist or even the cool green eyes which were staring so intently into his. "I don't think that would be a good idea. It's not that I wouldn't want to go with you - you are a good friend to me, Logan. But Blaine-"
"Hasn't even asked you!" Logan cried. He was angry and frustrated and it was probably written plain as day on his face but he couldn't bring himself to care about that. Not right now anyway. "Prom is just over a week away and he hasn't asked you to go with him. Go with me and I promise you, Kurt, I promise you that everything will be perfect."
"Logan, I-"
"I'll be the perfect gentleman. I'll bring you a flower for your buttonhole. I won't step on your feet when we dance. I'll do whatever you want. Anything you say. Just please, let me take you to Prom."
When Kurt simply closed his eyes and said nothing, Logan removed his hands from Kurt's arm and released his hold on his thigh and began to trace Kurt's fingers instead, which were still placed gently on the piano keys, stroking each digit in an almost loving caress. "Am I not good enough for you, Kurt?" came the quiet voice. "Have I messed up too many times with you? Is that it?"
With a sigh, Kurt's neck twisted and he finally faced the blonde boy, looking him full in the face. "No, Logan. It's not because of any of that." He gently removed his hand from Logan's ministrations and stood up. "You're just not him."
He quickly and quietly left the room.
Ha, what a place to stop. (If it makes you feel any better, I was going to stop it after "Maybe I could take you to Prom?" But that might be considered too mean.)
Look guys, we survied another Glee hiatus. Huzzah! Even if we nearly didn't make it at the last minute what with Darren being unbelievably adorable at Coachella (the yellow sunglasses, the nail varnish, the glittery tattoos, the posing with fans, the shirtlessness, the body paint, the swooning!)
Can I just say a giant thank you to those who have favourited, story alerted and especially reviewed. Seeing those in my inbox really made me smile. Reviews are wonderful, and I reply (independantly, no mass thank you reply thing) to each and every (that I can). So if you want spoiler/snippets leave me a review and if you don't have an account I can reply back to, I'm on Tumblr, so drop me an ask there ( .com) or even just drop by to say hello. I'm a friendly person. :)
And by the way, the next chapter is done (and so ready to go) and the next is being typed up right now. I can't wait to see what you think of this one (I just love flirty Logan!)
~ Sarah xxx