CAUTION! This chapter is really just one big, long filter, not one of my best, but I needed to get some Klaine fluff in there. And trust me, it's in overdrive. So if you prefer not to witness that kind of stuff, wait until next chapter.
Speaking of next chapter, there will most likely be a large delay on that. I'm going away for three days, no electronics allowed, coming home for a day, electronics allowed, and then going to camp for ten days (and no, I'm not to old to go to camp. You're never to old to go to camp). I'll try to write as much as I can and then update during my break between trips, but no promises. Sorry about that. But let's enjoy the time we have now, shall we? Here's Chapter 8, I hope you FIND it entertaining.
My suspension begins the day after the "incident", which is Friday. I'm at home for three days, plus the weekend. Five days of complete boredom. Yippee. But, I have things to do. Since I'm normally a slob, I use this opportunity to clean my room, killing about five hours. There's always homework, too. Blaine takes the liberty of picking that up for me every day on his way back from Dalton. Personally, I would be just fine without this, but it's good to get a head start on this stuff before I come back to school. A lot of times, I go outside to the soccer field and shoot the ball as hard as I possibly can. , which helps take off some of the steam that I gathered from my unjust punishment.
The most important and entertaining thing to do, however, is preparing a set list for the Ritz. I go through the favorites playlist on my iPod, but of course have trouble finding songs that will be appropriate to sing in front of a big audience with a large age range. I need something that'll really speak to whoever is there, but won't cause parents and other adults form an angry mob because I stole the cussing virginity from some of the younger patrons. Inspirational songs are also a must, reason being that it's a children's cancer benefit, and those kids could definitely use a little hope in their lives. I decide on "Price Tag" by Jesse J because of its cheerful aura and "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz simply because it's a fantastic song. Two down, three to go.
This would be much easier if I would just crack down and ask Blaine for help, but I want to prove that I can do this on my own. It's also hard because he's been spending so much time with Kurt. I'm glad that he's finally found someone who can make him happy, and Kurt's great, I just wish (like every teen/tween I suppose) that I could have some time when it's all about me.
All the same, it's kind of fun to watch Kurt and Blaine hang out. You can see how Blaine almost never takes his eyes off of Kurt. Normally, I'd be annoyed, but this is different. It's so cute. There's always a soft smile that rests on Blaine's face when he's looking at Kurt like this, and it just makes my heart melt as much as rat dog puppies do when they try to climb stairs.
There are many days we go over to the Hummel-Hudson household for dinner. Today is one of them. Like always, it's just me and Blaine. Dad always claims that he has paperwork or a meeting or whatever, but I know he just doesn't want anything to do with his son and his son's boyfriend.
Anyway, it's here that I catch Blaine staring for the millionth time. It's usually when Kurt is talking. He'll be saying something about him being much more talented than Rachel (to which Finn protests, "Hey dude, lay off her! That's my girlfriend you're talking about!") or how he's picked out the perfect summer wardrobe, and Blaine is completely lost in his words.
I'm not the only one who sees this. It's everyone else at the table, too. Finn, like me, pretends not to notice (other than the raised eyebrows he shares), but Burt gives Blaine a cautioning glare, seemingly warning him to be careful, or bad things will happen.
Blaine takes no notice of this and tangles his fingers with Kurt's. Since I am sitting next to my brother, I can see it clearly. Blaine says he's doubtful that he gives Kurt any romantic feeling at all, but from what I've seen, he's the romance king. I don't mean to intrude on their personal business, but it's so hard to resist watching as their fingers wiggle around together, slowly and with much affection. It's so freaking adorable I could probably puke Klainebows right now.
Kurt, of course, is ninja at hiding all of this. We all have some idea about what is going on (especially those of us who can see directly) due to Blaine's inability to keep his feelings to himself, but since Kurt is aware how wary Burt is about this, he acts normal. It seems like second nature for him to talk about things irrelevant to Blaine's somewhat inappropriate staring.
Don't get me wrong, Blaine can have a conversation that breaks his concentration on Kurt, too. Ask him a question, and he'll answer it, and then elaborate if you need him to. But Finn and I try to take the discussion away from these two. I ask the boys about football and try to keep up using my limited knowledge of the game, but it's ten times harder when they start talking statistics. So-and-So had a zillion rushing touchdown yards… what? Perfect time for me to become absorbed in my food and fake-nod.
Carol's food is delicious, let me tell you. The exact right blends of all these flavors that I don't even know how to describe find their way into dishes whose names come from strange languages. Amazing. Desert is simply a bit of ice cream, if anything. I don't mind this. It's nice to have a break from all the fancy exotic food and return to something I'm familiar with.
I don't know if Carol has always cooked this way, but I am pretty sure she picked up some tips from Kurt, who should probably be on Iron Chef. Seriously, he puts Carol to shame (sorry, Carol).
Dinner here is a lot different than dinner at my house. This could be just because they have guests over, but Burt and Carol ask me, Blaine, Kurt, and Finn to sing something. It's actually really fun. This time, Blaine picks up the old guitar that just happens to be lying around the house, while Finn occupies the drums. I find it extremely entertaining to dance around the room with Kurt. This involves a lot of spinning, both by me and by Kurt. Other than that, it's mostly me stepping back and forth in my failed attempt to dance well and Kurt doing a lot of skipping/hopping. Most people would find this embarrassing, but I call it fun.
Sometimes, Rachel comes over, too, and demands the first solo. No one is a match for her stubbornness, so she usually gets it. I have to say, though, she's such a great singer that I almost don't mind anymore by the time she finishes. A lot of times, she asks me to sing next and actually compliments me. Kurt is positive that she only recognizes my talent (well, I wouldn't call it talent, but apparently everyone else does) because I'm too young to be any competition for her yet.
Of course, the night ends eventually. Kurt and Blaine end up talking right before we have to leave, so I go over to everyone else and thank them so the couple can have some privacy. I made the mistake once of trying to ask Blaine if he was ready to leave yet and walked in on the two just in time to see Blaine rest a hand on Kurt's cheek and plant a soft but long kiss on his lips. Realizing that I was probably intruding on a very personal moment, I quietly backed out of the room. Lesson learned. Blaine will be out when he's ready.
The first time we went over to dinner at Kurt's, Blaine apologized for dragging me along. He always apologizes for this kind of thing, but it's usually no longer an issue once I forgive him. This time, I said, "Blaine, trust me, I wouldn't have accepted the invitation if I didn't want to come."
"Yes, you would have," Blaine countered.
"You're probably right. But I really did have fun. So stop worrying about me and start focusing on yourself for a change."
"That's completely irrelevant to what we were just talking about."
"Maybe a little bit, but not completely," I argued. Blaine sighed and decided to drop it.
From then on, he almost always invited me to those dinners, and I almost always went. I find it interesting that I have more friends who are like, four years older than me than who are my own age, but hey, they're still friends.
So, not super fantastic, but that's okay. Please excuse my grammatical errors, but I spell checked everything, so it should be almost alright. I'll try to get one out there with a real plot before I leave.
P.S. Sorry for the changes in tense, it was sort of confusing for me to explain what happens at that specific dinner and at all dinners at Kurt's.