A/N: Here you are! Chapter three is here. I incorporated music into this one, the song is Arms by Christina Perri. I originally had put a different song into this, but then I heard that one and it just seemed to fit to me. I also tried to add some more light hearted parts into the chapter, it probably didn't work. But for those of you who wanted it there was some realization to what a jerk Jeremiah was. I don't know if it qualifies as 'bashing' but I tried to make it as realistic as I could. I kind of realized when I was writing this that I've been sort of writing this from Kurt's point of view, including all his emotions. I think I'll keep it that way until I get to a later chapter, then I'll include Blaine's. Also, these chapters have been getting progressively longer, I don't know how to take that. Anyway, I hope you guys like it./
Blaine strummed absently at his guitar, staring into space. The chords and notes hadn't formed any signs of a piece of music yet, but knowing Blaine, it wouldn't take long.
Kurt had his hands stuck in warm sudsy water, cursing his neglect to put a dishwasher in his kitchen. Hand washing his dishes was tedious, especially now that the dishes had doubled with the addition of another person. Still, having dirty dishes on the counter was not something Kurt Hummel tolerated.
It had been nearly two weeks since Blaine had moved in, and the two seemed to function pretty well as roommates. Then again, they had roomed together at Dalton, so it was no surprise. But Blaine still seemed rather sullen, and Kurt was tiring of his moping. He missed the goofball that he'd fallen for.
Blaine's fingers seemed to pick up a tune, a soft melody filling the air. Kurt couldn't quite place the notes; he paused in scrubbing a plate to listen. It was only when Blaine's voice started to accompany his guitar that Kurt finally recognized it.
I never thought that you would be the one to hold my heart
But you came around and you knocked me off the ground from the start
Kurt couldn't help but feel a pinch of sadness, knowing Blaine was singing about Jeremiah. But, he couldn't help but apply the lyrics to himself too. Kurt had never thought he would actually find someone he cared about as much as Blaine, and from the very moment he had seen him on that staircase.
You put your arms around me
And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go
You put your arms around me and I'm home
Kurt listened quietly to him sing, the dishes forgotten. Blaine sounded lost, and Kurt didn't want to turn around and see the emotions that were always clearly shown on his face. It was only when Blaine paused that Kurt joined in with the next lyric.
How many times will let you me change my mind and turn around
I can't decide if I'll let you save my life or if I'll drown
Kurt continued, though Blaine dropped away, his still clear and strong countertenor filling the air. He could feel these words, why had Blaine been so unintentionally cruel in choosing a song that seemed to fit his feelings?
I hope that you see right through my walls
I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling
I'll never let a love get so close
You put your arms around me and I'm home
Blaine joined in with him now, their voices mixing as well as they had when both had been seventeen. It made Kurt want to throw the plate he had been washing on the ground, if nothing else than to have the satisfaction of making it shatter.
The world is coming down on me and I can't find a reason to be loved
I never wanna leave you but I can't make you bleed if I'm alone
You put your arms around me
And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go
I hope that you see right through my walls
I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling
I'll never let a love get so close
You put your arms around me and I'm home
Blaine's voice and guitar dropped away, leaving Kurt to sing the next verse. Kurt's voice wavered slightly due to the tears forming in his eyes. He'd promised himself he'd never cry over Blaine, but it seemed like he couldn't hold them in anymore.
I tried my best to never let you in to see the truth
And I've never opened up
I've never truly loved 'Till you put your arms around me
And I believe that it's easier for you to let me go
Blaine picked up the lyrics when Kurt stopped, though the counter tenor joined in softly after a moment. The two continued through the song.
I hope that you see right through my walls
I hope that you catch me, 'cause I'm already falling
I'll never let a love get so close
You put your arms around me and I'm home
Blaine stopped playing, leaving their two bare broken voices to sing the last words.
You put your arms around me and I'm home
Kurt could see them, all the times when Blaine had held him close; the first time they had met, Kurt breaking down as he explained the situation at McKinley, the time after Karofsky had kissed Kurt, his first day at Dalton, whenever he was feeling the least bit homesick, and all the other points in his life when Blaine had felt the need to comfort him. Every single time, he couldn't help the overwhelming calm feeling he got, it felt like home.
He realized Blaine had been silent this entire time and worried that his friend might be hurting, Kurt wiped his hands off and brushed away the tears on his cheeks. He turned around not to find Blaine crying, but his face was contorted in thought.
"I'm done" Blaine said finally, resolutely. Kurt raised his brows, wondering exactly what Blaine was talking about. He didn't have time to ask though, Blaine started talking again.
"I'm done walking around all mopey because of one guy!" Blaine seemed to get more riled up standing and throwing his guitar back on the couch. "He didn't even treat me that well, he could be a jerk actually. He never wanted me to hang out with my friends, he barely let me have the band, he was so controlling. And then he left me! On our wedding day, I can't believe it took me this long to realize it"
As Blaine ranted he paced the living room, throwing his hands up to add exclamation to his words. He finally stopped at the kitchen counter, where Kurt was standing on the other side. He looked expectantly at Kurt.
"He did have ridiculous hair" Kurt allotted with a frown. This, of course caused Blaine to break into laughter. Kurt didn't know whether to be relieved or concerned.
Finally, Blaine's laughter seemed to drift off and his eyes dropped to the tabletop, a frown on his lips. All of this had left Kurt startled, but seeing as this was his best friend, he probably needed to do something.
"Want to watch sappy chick flicks on the couch until we either cry our eyes out or fall asleep?" Kurt asked, trying to keep his own pain out of his voice and instead focus solely on helping Blaine.
"Yeah, I really would" Blaine smiled softly, tilting his brilliant hazel gaze up to meet Kurt's. He moved from the counter and back to where he had left his guitar, clearing it away from the couch and back into it's case.
Kurt pulled out the plug on the sink, watching as the soapy water swirled down the drain. The dishes could always be done tomorrow. He ignored the fact that they probably wouldn't have been left for anyone else.
He turned to find Blaine already settled on the couch, clearly waiting for Kurt to come and start up a movie. Kurt almost found it funny how Blaine was still inept when operating electronic devices. He remembered fondly that back when they were roommates Blaine had managed to break three DVD players.
Kurt held up the case for Titanic, asking Blaine silently for his choice. At his nod, Kurt inserted the DVD and moved over to settle on the couch with Blaine.
The movie started, and Kurt was surprised when Blaine leaned over and gently rested his head on Kurt's shoulder. He was trying to focus on the film, but Blaine started talking and he couldn't really concentrate on Leo anymore.
"Your voice sounds just like it did in high school. You really should have gone into music"
"I love fashion, as much as I love music, it has always been fashion. Music was always more your thing"
"Yeah, I meant to tell you by the way, your new line is gorgeous"
"You did tell me Blaine, last month"
"Did I? Oh well, it is. Think I could snag a thing or two as best friends with the designer?"
"Blaine Anderson, are you using me?"
"Only for your wonderful designer clothes my darling"
"Well, I suppose that's alright then. We all do things in the name of fashion"
"I knew you would understand. Anyway, seriously Kurt, you should perform with us sometime"
"With your band?"
"Yeah, it could be fun"
"Maybe"
"You're still coming to our next show right? You haven't been to one since Jeff and Nick joined"
"I'm coming, Finn and Rachel are even coming in to town. We're all going together"
"Cool, just making sure. Thanks for being an awesome best friend Kurt"
Kurt didn't say anything else, and he didn't have to. As they had been talking, Blaine's voice had been steadily getting drowsier. As Kurt glanced to his left it was to see Blaine had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He couldn't help but notice the way the dark lashes fell across his cheeks.
The movie was still on, despite no one having actually watched it. He reached over and flicked it off, leaving the room dark. Well, dark except for the constant lights of New York, which cast a faint glow across the room.
Kurt carefully removed himself from underneath Blaine, grateful the young man was such a heavy sleeper. He laid him down on the couch, knowing there was no way he would be able to carry Blaine to his room, despite his slight advantage in height.
He went into Blaine's room and snatched the blanket he knew Blaine kept at the end of the bed in case he got cold. Carefully, Kurt draped the blanket over Blaine's unconscious body. Closing his eyes, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss into Blaine's unruly curls.
Kurt leaned away slowly and turned toward his room. Without looking back, he headed down the hall and into his own room. He plopped onto the bed, for once not caring about wrinkling his designer clothes as he burrowed into the covers.
Kurt had many conflicting emotions, and not sure what to do about a single one.