Okay, here we go! So I haven't really mentioned yet, this is my first FanFic ever. So it's not going to be at all perfect, as I'm still trying to figure things out. Happy reading :D
I wake up to the sound of talking downstairs.
I come to the bottom of the staircase and peek at what is going on in the living room. Finn, Kurt, Blaine, and Rachel are all there, talking with Burt and Carol, mostly about me. Did I really sleep that long?
"You know, Blaine, if you don't get there first, I might just..." Finn says before proceeding to make rocket-ship noises while slamming his fist into his palm.
"It's not like beating him up is going to change him, Finn. I think that if we're going to do anything, we should tell it to him. Preferably through song. With me as lead," Rachel interjects.
"Okay, stop that. We're not doing anything. Julie said leave it alone, and I trust her judgement. She's strong enough to handle this," Blaine tells them.
Rachel stares at him, then sighs. "Alright, but if I hear anything suspicious, I'm sending spies in."
"Please. That's beneath us," Kurt snaps at her. "If Julie says 'No', then we shouldn't do anything. But, if we were to do something, we should go in ourselves and squish the problem beneath tall, designer boots."
"You can't just tell him to back off like normal people, that would be ridiculous," Burt says.
Rachel raises her hand eagerly. "That's what I said to do," she tells him.
"No, you wanted to sing it to him. I know how these guys act, we would get the crap beaten out of us if we did that," Finn corrects.
"By eight graders?" Blaine asks. Finn just shrugs.
"I think he likes her," Kurt says quietly. My eyes widen while everyone simultaneously turns to look at him.
"Excuse me?" Rachel says.
"I'm with Kurt on this one. There's no way a guy can be that mean to any girl unless they like them. I've seen it before," Finn says.
"That's what Karofsky did," Kurt murmurs, almost inaudibly.
"Wait, what?" Carole asks, getting worried.
"Nothing, nothing. I just meant... that's what he did to a couple of former Cheerios. Bullied them and all that... into... liking him..."
Finn looks confused (nothing particularly new there), Rachel looks like she's about to say something, Burt and Carole look concerned, and Blaine just looks like, You haven't told them about this yet?
So, naturally, I decide to step in.
I try my best to enter the room and act as if I've just woken up. I don't know if this has the desired effect, but everyone manages to pretend they weren't just talking about me. "Hey," I say to everyone, yawning. I smile and Finn and Rachel, who I haven't seen in a while, but then focus my gaze on Blaine.
"Hey," he says. "I came to pick you up. Ready to go?" He asks.
"Yeah. Whenever you are," I say. "Thank you for letting me stay here today," I tell Burt and Carole. It means a lot that they were willing to do this for me.
"No problem. Have fun at school tomorrow," Burt replies. I nod and slowly walk over to the door.
"Good seeing you, Blaine," Finn says. They shake hands, and then Blaine turns to Kurt.
"See you tomorrow," he says and lightly touches Kurt's fingers. Kurt, breathless, gives Blaine a wide mouth-open, smile. Again, perfect relationship. I think the fates have favorites.
Blaine turns and leaves with me. My iPod is already plugged in the car, so all I have to do is turn on some music and we immediately start rocking out.
" 'Cause you had a bad day,
Because you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride..."
Ironically, this song pretty much describes my life right now. But, I have to admit, I'm smiling and laughing as Blaine pokes at my face, trying to force me to turn that frown upside-down.
I swat his hand away and turn the music down. Blaine's expression turns into that of a lost puppy. I ignore this and continue with our upcoming conversation.
"So much for keeping a secret," I say.
"What do you mean?" I look over at Blaine to see if he's joking. He's not; his expression is completely serious, and even a little confused. Oh, Blaine. Always the clueless one.
"You told them what happened between me and Nathan. I heard you talking, and there is no way they could have that detailed of a discussion with you unless they knew."
Blaine laughs. "Oh. I'm sorry, but they just wanted to know what's wrong. Can you do me a favor and not shred my 'Teen Vouge's? Kurt would kill me."
"Oh, I see. You're only keeping them for Kurt. A little codependent, are we?"
"No. I can handle life perfectly fine by myself, thank you."
"Relax, I'm not going to argue about this with you. You're forgiven, as long as they don't spread it around."
"I probably shouldn't have told Rachel about it, then."
"Blaine!"
"Don't worry, Finn'll keep her in check."
I let out a sigh of relief.
"So how was your day?" he asks.
"I doubt I'll be getting much sleep tonight, considering the massive amounts of time I spend in bed today," I tell him, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible because I just know he'll be asking about Nathan and about all of those things I'm not ready to talk about yet.
"Did Burt and Carole treat you well?"
"Of course they did. They always do." I think for a moment about my little time spent awake at the Hummels'. There is one important detail that I've been meaning to ask Blaine about. "Have you ever been in Kurt's room?"
"Of course I have. You can't expect me to be his boyfriend and not go up there all the time," Blaine replies without blinking an eye, leaving me to ponder what exactly they do in there. Oh my god. Oh. My. God. Do you know how many disgusting images I'm going to have to look at to clean these thoughts from my mind?
I've been silent for quite a while now, and at the next stoplight a curious Blaine glances in my direction, where he sees my eyes widened in horror. "Julie? Are you okay? You look like you just ate some bad sushi."
"You go in his room… and you guys… don't exactly play Scrabble… Please just play Scrabble in there Blaine."
"Julia, I don't even know if Kurt owns Scrabble, what are you- Oh my god. You're really thinking that, aren't you?"
He knows. He's caught on to my dirty-mindedness and he's chewing me out for it. Lies, lies, what lies work in this situation? "No, no, I was just… We had Sex Ed. last week and… and the boys at my school know a lot about… the dirty stuff. So… my brain was a little contaminated?" Oh, great, Julia, just go ahead and tell the truth. Well, half truth.
"I can't believe this. You seriously think that Kurt and I… get it on in his bedroom? With his parents right upstairs?"
My eyes grow even wider. "So you get it on at our house?" Very, very undapper thoughts are flashing through my mind right now. Innocence, consider yourself stolen.
"No. Kurt and I are not having sex, we are not watching pornos, and we are not talking about perverted sex games of any form." The desperation in his voice is clear. Trying to save his little sister from the atrocious mechanics of intimacy?
"That sounds pretty specific, Blaine, are you sure?"
"I'm positive. How did we even end up here?" Subject changers, horray!
"I think I was asking you about Kurt's room? Before…" Bad thoughts, bad thoughts, bad thoughts.
"Right, right. What about Kurt's room?"
"It's just… a nice place. And there's this mural, and it says Courage-"
"I know. I was one of the first to see it."
"Oh. I was just wondering, what's the significance?"
"How is it that I never told you this?"
"Maybe you were to distracted belting out 'Teenage Dream' on loop that it slipped your mind."
Blaine gasps and holds an hand to his chest, like I just told him he was acting like Garfield on a Monday. "I did no such thing."
"You so did. Your oblivion wasn't even interrupted when I stood at your door and filmed the whole thing." Oops, that wasn't supposed to get out.
"Wait, you didn't!"
"No, you're right, I didn't." Please don't take away my blackmail, Blaine. "Anyway, story time?"
Blaine sighed. "Well, there's really not much to tell. It's kind of… a thing that we share. When he was bullied by Karofsky I just texted him 'Courage', and, well, it meant a lot. But I'm still kicking myself for it, because his courage led to Karofsky's kiss, which only made things worse for him."
I remember when Blaine told me about Karofsky.
He had come home one day and revealed that he'd made a new friend. Kurt Hummel was flamboyant, talented, and openly gay. The latter lost Dad's attention, he automatically doesn't like those gay friends of Blaine's. But Kurt was being harassed by Neanderthals at school, David Karofsky in particular. There were frequent breaks in Blaine's story, during which he had been looking back on unhappy times. His empathy was one of the things that made their friendship grow stronger, I think.
The next day he came home, went straight to his room, slammed the door, and pounded his fist against the wall. It was the angriest I've ever seen Blaine. He was so… in a rage. I sat on the bed and let him hug me for a good few minutes before he would tell me what was going on. And then the awful truth was revealed, and I found out that Karofsky kissed Kurt. Blaine and I were both livid, but there seemed to be more to what my brother was feeling. He was… defeated, almost. He told me it was his fault. The details were vague, but I got the gist.
And for once, Blaine was coming to me for advice. "Come with him to school tomorrow," I offered. "Let this idiot have a piece of your mind." Though, from my understanding, Blaine was a little too nice, that's what he did.
We had a long discussion about this conversation, and Kurt received a special place in my heart. I was looking forward to meeting this new companion.
A month or so later, Blaine told me that Karofsky's expulsion had been revoked and Kurt was coming to Dalton. I had mixed feelings. I suppose I should've been angry that the school board had been so stupid as to send Karofsky back to McKinley, but I was more excited to see that Kurt was going to be attending school with my brother. It was unavoidable now. Eventually, they would have to be together.
One day, Blaine came home from school. He had a different energy about him, and his hair was a little disheveled. Dad and I were playing checkers in the living room when he came in.
"Hi, guys! Gosh, it's really sunny out today isn't it? Why don't we just go outside, smell the fresh air. Oop, checkmate," he said and moved a piece on the board before bolting up the stairs.
"What was that all about?" Dad asked. I had a hunch, but I wanted verbal confirmation from a certain someone before I got my hopes up.
"I'll be back!" I yelled to my father, already speeding towards the stairs.
"We're in the middle of a game!"
"It can wait!" And with that, I pushed open my brother's door.
"Blaine?"
"Oh, yeah?" The curly-haired boy said, looking up from his seat at his piano.
"Care to tell me what's going on?" I asked.
"Am I that obvious?" he said, getting fidgety.
"Really, Blaine? You're acting like someone made you king of everything that is good." It was true.
"I know. I'm just… I'm so happy. This week was epiphany week."
"Epiphany as in… realizing your feelings for that special someone?" God willing.
"As in yes."
I let out a little squeal. "Tell me everything. I want all the details from start to finish," I commanded him.
"Okay, well, Pavarotti died. It was terrible, I mean, the bird was our mascot, our symbol. The whole incident put the whole club in a funk," Blaine started. "Kurt was the most torn up, by far. He came to practice crying, he wasn't even wearing the uniform. He sung 'Blackbird', and it was… the most beautiful performance I'd ever seen. That moment, I just, I realized how much he meant to me."
"You're adorable," I say. He's melting me with the sappy love story. But did I say I was complaining? No, I did not.
"I am aware," he replied with a smile. "Well, later I realized I was sick of all the Warblers' performances being about me all the time, so I voted that Kurt be my duet partner at Regionals."
"Oh my god, what song did you pick?"
"You know 'Candles'?"
"I'm not sure… Artist?"
"Hey Monday."
"No, it's Wednesday."
"No, silly, that's the artist."
"Oh! Oh, right. Yeah, it's ringing some bells."
He chuckled. "I presented the idea to Kurt, and he seemed excited, but he wanted to know why I picked him to sing it with."
I put my hands over my mouth and gasped quietly. This was it, this was the moment. "And!"
"And, I told him…" Blaine closed his eyes and smiled, shaking his head. He didn't want to repeat it. I understood. Some things you can only say out loud once, or they lose their magic. "You told him how you felt," I whispered, and he nodded.
"And then, I leaned in and we kissed." At these words, I completely lost control. I started jumping up and down and squealing, like a crazed fan would do if they saw this kiss on TV.
"Woah there, calm down. It was just a kiss," Blaine says, resting a hand on my shoulder. Even though he is lower than average height, he is still a few inches taller than me. We come from a family of shorties.
"But what was it like?" I asked, eager to know how a first kiss felt.
"It was, well, the most amazing thing I've ever done. His lips were so… soft. And gentle, yet eager. He'd wanted this for a while, definitely. Then, when we broke apart, he said the most adorable thing anyone could possibly say at that moment. I said that we should probably practice, and he said, 'I thought we were.'"
"Please tell me you kissed him again," I beg.
"I kissed him again. It was almost as beautiful as the first one. It was so passionate and just plain amazing. He's amazing," I looked at my brother lovingly and thought, If this really was a TV show, it would suck so bad if it cut to another scene right now.
"We went on like that for a little while, I'm not going to tell you all the details of the kiss, but after a while I pulled away and started playing the music. For that first run, we didn't even sing. We slow-danced around the room, his head on my shoulder," Blaine sighed.
I stared at him, my heart melting into a little puddle inside my chest. "You know, it really wasn't a kiss." Blaine stared at me in confusion. "It was a Kliss.
Blaine laughed and pulled me in for another hug.
Gah! There you have it, chapter 4. References and all :). I promise there's a plot hidden in all that fluff. Maybe... (As you can probably tell right now, I really enjoy the "..."s.)