Author's Note:
Hi guys!
I logged onto my fanfic a day or two after I posted this fic to look at stats and stuff because you guys have been filling up my inbox! :D I'm not complaining! It's amazing! So, I looked onto this fic's stats and there have been over 100 visitors since I posted it! Already! That astounded me, and continues to do so, thank you guys so much! I've never really written before, I have had ideas for stories and maybe written a chapter or two, but not much, it was never serious. So, to have so much interest makes me feel so happy as a person and a writer.
As a thank you for the visits and views, I decided to update earlier than usual. I wrote this half earlier this week and half last night, both written when I am meant to be asleep using the light of my phone. :) And a special thanks to 'Klaine' (anon) for reviewing! :D
This is the second part of the graduation, and it probably won't be the last. I'm not trying to string it out, it just happens. If you write, then you will know how it goes, the old clichés, the story and the characters write themselves.
Love you all! DH :) x
P.S. Am listening the Glee Christmas Album Volume 2, as I type this up. It's never too early to listen Christmas music, have been listening to Baby It's Cold Outside all year around. :) Extraordinary Merry Christmas is very good, much Blaine/Darren! :)
P.P.S Sorry for the long note, my longest ever! It's your fault! ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, but my happiness levels right now are close! Also, would I dream of meeting Darren? No, he'd be in my house (not in a creepy stalker way…) :D
Chapter 2: Graduation Part 2:
Kurt and Blaine sat in Kurt's room for a bit longer whilst Kurt re-did his moisturiser, his hair, etc. They were reminiscing as he did so.
"Do you still have that pink bow tie?" Kurt asked, laughing a bit, remembering how big it was and how silly and adorable it made Blaine look.
"Yeah! That's one of my favourites!" Kurt gave Blaine a 'seriously?' look. "It is! What about your GaGa outfit?" Blaine retorted.
"Oh, don't remind me." Kurt's head bowed in embarrassment. "I was very proud of that. I have no idea how I walked in those shoes. They must be in the loft."
"Good." Blaine said, "I don't want you wearing them."
"Why? Embarrassed and jealous of my flair and my shoe customising talents?" Kurt asked bemused.
"No," Blaine said, his cheeks going pink, embarrassed by what he was going to say next. "You're already three inches taller than me. I don't want to make it nine."
"That weren't that high!" Kurt exclaimed. "You're so sweet though, you know that? You and your hobbity ways." Kurt smirked.
"I'm not a hobbit! Or a dwarf! I'm just a bit smaller than average!" Blaine said, knowing Kurt was deliberately winding him up,* but he let himself get wound up anyway.
"Yes, I know. It makes kissing you very awkward sometimes." Kurt said, an evil beam spreading across his face. Blaine spluttered.
"You make it sound like I'm a whole foot shorter!"
"Ok, ok!" Kurt said, giving in although he enjoyed seeing his boyfriend annoyed when he had made him so.
"I go on record saying that I don't usually go for people who are vertically challenged," Kurt said, pausing slightly to deliberately cause Blaine some grief. "But, you are the exception, obviously, because I'm not very tall so…" He couldn't resist making the last jibe. This caused Blaine, who was at on Kurt's bed to huff and fall backwards so he was lying down.
A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and Finn entered, speaking as he did so.
"Kurt, Burt says that breakfast is ready, it's pancakes!" He said, and then saw Blaine lying on Kurt's bed with his hands covering his face. "Hey Blaine! You okay?"
Finn was used to seeing Blaine in Kurt's room early in the morning; it was now more of a shock when Blaine wasn't there. He didn't know, or mind, if or when Blaine stayed the night, he was mostly happy for his brother. He also liked Blaine's company. He wasn't as pushy as Kurt, and he understood and enjoyed football. That was always a bonus in Finn's book.
"Immakjstamdgt." Blaine mumbled in reply.
"What?" Finn had never seen him this way before; he was usually so composed and happy.
"I'm ok. Just a midget." Blaine repeated more clearly.
"Well…" Finn started, but when a groan exited Blaine's mouth, he decided to stop. "I can't say anything. I'm freakishly tall, so anyone looks like a midget to me. Even Puck and Mike. And anyway, Rachel's smaller than you, so don't worry. There's less of a height difference between you and Kurt."
Blaine mumbled something in reply that sounded like some sort of thank you. Then Blaine recalled and realised what Finn had said upon his entry and forgot about his height (or lack thereof).
"Wait…" Blaine said, backtracking, "Finn, did you say pancakes?"
Kurt and Finn chuckled at this and the boy who was now stood bolt upright with bright, wide eyes. He sure did love pancakes. Finn nodded in reply and swiftly moved aside as Blaine sped past him out into the corridor and down the stairs. Kurt smiled fondly after him.
"Looks like I've lost my boyfriend to pancakes. Again." He said his voice full of adoration. Finn smiled at his step-brother. He had had such a hard time pre-Blaine. Finn thought of Blaine as a kind of reward for Kurt staying strong and positive throughout the bullying. Or, Blaine was his own personal support and prevention unit; they would never let what happened happen again. Finn hoped that he was half the man that Kurt was, Kurt was his role model, he realised.
"I'm so happy for you, Kurt." Finn said, surprising Kurt and himself.
"Oh? Why?" Kurt asked.
"You have everything you wanted. Blaine, NYADA, happiness…" Finn trailed off.
"I sure do!" Kurt said cheerfully. "But you have it good too, Finn. You have Rachel, a football coaching course coming up, you're coming to New York, you've got the tyre shop for another career option…"
"Hmm…" Finn said in agreement. He had really wanted that football scholarship, but Rachel had found him a course in New York for football coach training. He figured that he made a good captain, so he could help a team win. He liked the idea of coaching and he would feel like he was helping people. He wasn't sure if he wanted to do it for the rest of his life, but the course wasn't expensive and it seemed like a good thing to have, especially if he wanted to apply for another football scholarship.
"I don't have anything to fall back on if my Broadway dreams don't come true." Kurt said, slightly sadly and worriedly.
"Her, they will. But if they don't, then Blaine'll be a doctor so there's always that to bring money in." Finn said.
Blaine had decided to become a doctor. Although he loved the arts, he liked science too. He, like Finn, wanted to help people. However, in the back of his mind, he was having doubts. He liked the idea of becoming a music teacher instead. He loved singing and music in general, and it had brought him to Kurt, so he thought he owed it something. No-one else knew of his thoughts however, except Mr. Schue. He asked him what he thought and if he could change careers, or do both, He knew deep down that the latter would be impossible to do, but he was still hopeful. How could he complete a five year course and teach? Mr. Schue agreed with the depths of Blaine's mind. Blaine had to choose soon.
"Great pancakes Mr. Hummel!" Blaine said in between pancakes. Kurt made a strange snorting noise at this from where he was rummaging in the fridge.
"Oh, thanks for having faith in my cooking Blaine," Burt replied, pleased by Blaine's comment, "But, I didn't make them. Carole did before she left."
Blaine nodded at this, partly because he couldn't really say anything to this, but mainly because his mouth was stuffed with pancake.
"Dad's culinary talents are as high as the frequency that you wear socks, Blaine." Kurt said. "I tried to give him lessons, but all to no avail."
"You were busy moping over him!" Burt exclaimed, pointing his spoon at Blaine, who smiled toothily and mischievously and winked at Blaine. Kurt blushed and turned back to the fridge to find something to eat.
"Dad, did you eat all the yoghurt?" Kurt asked, annoyed slightly.
"No, it's in there." Burt said absently, reading his paper.
"Dude, just have pancakes!" Finn said confused, he loved pancakes, why didn't Kurt?
"Because they are fattening and unhealthy, Finn." Blaine and Finn looked at him. "You two are fine! Don't worry! I'm only worried for myself, that's all."
"Why? You're thin as anything and eat like a rabbit. You won't put on any weight from one pancake." Blaine said, confused as to why he would think that a pancake or two would or could change his perfect figure.
"And I want to keep it that way." Kurt said, almost as if he could hear Blaine's thoughts. "Anyway, pancakes make me feel sick for a whole day, and I already feel nervous." Kurt added, then settling for yoghurt and muesli.
They ate in silence for the rest of breakfast, the only speech being Kurt asking his dad why he wasn't at work like he said he was. Burt had no reply, Kurt and Blaine knew it was just an excuse to leave. Blaine and Finn eating loads of pancakes at a rapid speed so they couldn't talk. (Kurt found out after that they were having a competition to see how many pancakes they could eat during the time that Kurt ate.)
Kurt was taking longer than usual to eat because he was helping Mercedes and Tina with outfit choices; he had to leave the room at one point to take a call from one of them. (This meant that Blaine and Finn had to eat more, and Burt had to cook more. Luckily, Carole knew how many the boys could eat - she must've seen Blaine's car parked on the street - so she had made lots of mixture.) When Kurt came back, he decided that he was finished, and tipped his remaining breakfast away, consequently ending the competition. Kurt saw out of the corner of his eye Blaine do a fist pump and Finn handing him some money. (Blaine had won, so Finn had to give him $10, don't mess with Blaine and his pancakes. You'll lose.) Kurt also noticed how smug, and slightly green, Blaine looked as they left the room to finish getting ready.
A/N: Hope you liked that! As requested by 'Klaine', I tried to make it longer, but it turned out shorter... I put in some fillers-in so you (and I) know what's happening about New York, also, it seemed to fit with what was happening in the story.
So, what do you think Blaine should do about his career? Music or Science? Or both? And Finn, what do you think he should do? Review with your answers! It would help muchly!
Am now on the third play of the Christmas album, it has been round twice completely and now on the first song again. Favourites: Let It Snow and Extraordinary Merry Christmas, latter is playing now, I love it! :D I was planning on writing a shuffle fic where the story is based on the song playing on shuffle, but I want to listen to Christmas music! :D And, just out of curiosity, do any of you happen to know where I could get a Glee advent calendar? :D Love you! DH :) xxxxx
P.S Sorry for the long author's notes! :D