A/N: AHHH, okay, so did I mention this is my first fanfiction story ever and I don't know what exactly persuaded me to write, but lets just go with that I was very bored yesterday in my class.
Sharion69: I love you. You reviewed and read it and Im just aslkdfhaksdhf;a. Youre awesome okay.
So here's the second chapter enjoy.
Shit I forgot my coat, dammit, and its freezing out here, I thought, though I kept walking down the streets of New York, cold. And alone.
I couldn't begin to fathom about why I started thinking about my past life. I know how people say that the past makes you who you are, but what if you want to forget it, so you can become some new person? And why did I quit my job again? Oh yeah, because my head's going completely bonkers … did I just say… stupid brain.
I could see Julia's coming into view, and I picked p my pace knowing the quicker that I walked towards it, the closer I would be to having some type of heat hitting against my skin so I wouldn't be so cold.
As I continued walking I heard some type of giggle. A women and a man, a couple to be more specific. They were just walking on the sidewalk on the other side of the road. The women laughing at the man who was shooting her a toothy grin. I wish I had that, well not a woman but a relationship, and a good one at that, I thought as I watched the couple continue to walk until they were out of my line of site.
I sighed. I don't know why, but I just felt pathetic. That maybe I don't deserve a relationship because I did nothing to actually earn it. Or the fact that I never tried to pursue another relationship. There were flings, but nothing too serious. More of a 'lets get it on' but that never happened because according to my father, "I matter." Even though I love my father, that's a loud of shit.
I finally reached Julia's and I stepped inside the heated café. I looked around, but because it was 9 o'clock at night, there was hardly anyone there. I walked over to line, behind a couple, seriously another couple, what the actual fuck, and then continued to look around. There was woman sitting with their laptop, idly typing away as if their life depended on it; another couple in a corner, silently sipping at their coffees, and a small group of people, just sitting around, how odd that these people are just sitting around, and they don't even have coffee with them. Who comes to a café and doesn't drink any coffee, especially at this time of night.
The couple in front of me then moved out of the way. "Can I get a medium drip?" I asked the girl behind the counter who shot me a smile and nodded, "Anything else for you sir?" "No thank you," I replied with a sad smile. I walked to go wait on my non-fat mo-oh shit, I didn't buy a non-fat mocha, I bought a medium drip. Why did I order that? I only order that when I think about … Blaine.
Oh and had Blaine been on my mind lately. Too much lately. Still too lately.
"Medium drip?" I walked towards the counter, there's a piece of paper on it? What the hell?
I picked it off the medium drip and then walked to a table in the back of the café, wanting to not be seen or to be talked to. I was afraid that if I did talk to anyone that I might just lash out at them, and no one wants to see me when I go all diva on their asses.
When I sat down, I read the note and it said, "It looks like youre having a bad day. If you ever need to talk to someone, call me. Lily 222-324-5645." Oh, well that was kind. A person who I don't even know cares about me. Well a women. Okay, well a girl who looks old enough to look like a teenager. But that still counts right?
A door open and closed in the café and the group of people started clapping, which I raised an eyebrow to. Oh, I guess someone's performing, no wonder those people are all here sitting. I wonder whos performing tonight. Maybe it was that cute Jason guy I met last week.
I peeked around the corner just to get a view of who was up there and-
Oh no. No no no. Please no. Don't see me. Please please PLEASE don't see me. Of course, so-called God was not in my favor and he looked right my way. I threw myself back into the chair. Please think you didn't see me, I cant breath. Not again. Please. Stop.
"Blaine, are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost man!" someone from the large group asked.
Oh, this is just fucking great. And since when did Blaine move to New York? I wonder if he's dating anyone in that gro- no no no. Not my business and I don't care.
"Im fine David, but you might as well thought that I saw a ghost though," he chuckled. Oh, I miss his laugh. I could listen to him laugh all day. GOD DAMMIT KURT. Stop this. Bad Kurt, bad bad bad. You should know better than to do this to yourself. Pull yourself together. Now how do I get out of here without him seeing me?
Nope. Im staying put. The doors too damn close up to the little stage that's in the café.
"Well hey everybody, my name's Blaine," he said. "Hi Blaine, we love you." The group singsonged up to him. "Yeah yeah, I love you too." I wish he was saying that to me instead. I miss him. So, so much.
"But anyways, like I said, Im Blaine and Im just going to sing a couple songs for you tonight, so now Im going to er- get started alright?" I hear him strumming the guitar strings a couple times and then he starts to play, why does this sound so familiar?
You think I'm pretty without any make-up on
Not this song. Please not this song. He sounds so broken while he's playing. Maybe he's hurt like me, maybe he still loves me the way I love him. Did I just think that? Do I still love Blaine?
You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down
Before you met me, I was a wreck
But things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life
Now every February you'll be my valentine, valentine
I wanted to cry, this song just brought back so many memories. I just want to forget them all. I just want to leave, but I cant, I love Blaine.
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever
You make guys make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me off, I can't sleep because youre up till 2 am.
Let's runaway from our parents and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back.
Laughter filled the café from the small group up by the stage. Oh, Blaine, I wish I could see him.
My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back
ok back, don't ever look back
I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
You know it was really funny because back (well I still do every now and then, but that's not the point) in my high school days, I wore skinny jeans all the time and I remember my … our first time together. I remember he kept singing this song. Trying to calm me down, telling me he constantly loved me and that he would never let go. I really need to see him. Im getting so overwhelmed.
I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Okay, so here's the deal. I either run for it, and continue on with my pathetic and lonely ass life or I go see the man I love. Kurt, do whats best. Do whats best for your heart.
My legs decided to have a mind of their own and I started walking around the corner, just enough so that Blaine could see me. I could tell that I had tear-stained cheeks, and that just made it all worse. I finally stopped and I looked up. Blaine was shooting a wide grin at the same group. And he looked up.
Blaine's hazel eyes met mine. A barely audible gasp escaped from my mouth. Blaine looked like he wanted to say something but his mouth wouldn't let him. I looked straight into his eyes, is that hurt or is that love. Maybe its both.
"Blaineeeey," a girl whined,"whats wrong?" And she turned around to see me a her smile went sad and she frowned and turn back towards Blaine, "Blaine, honey, do you need to leave?"
He shook his head and then continued to come off the stage, "Blaine, where are you going?"
"Mary, just give me- give me a second okay," he told the girl as he started walking towards me. He's going to slap me, I can just tell, he's going to slap me then tell me that he hates me. Oh god, he's in front of me now. Oh god, oh god, oh god.
H e still had the same mop of curly hair he did at Dalton, but uncurled. Scruff was on his facial features. His eyes as hazel as ever. He looks beautiful.
"Kurt? Is that you?" I couldn't speak, and I could feel the tears coming down my face, feels more like a fucking waterfall, but hey when the only guy you've ever loved is about to hit you across the face, this seems the right thing to do.
The next thing shocked me the most, he's hugging me.
"Kurt, can we talk?" he mumbled into my neck. His cool breath sending a shiver down my spine.
"S-sure, we c-can Bla-aine."