A/N Sorry for the late posting, wasn't feeling well last week. :(
I don't own Glee
Chapter Seven
Blaine knocked on the sliding door of his friends Buskwicke apartment, waiting for someone to come and open it up. He was here for his audition with Carmen Tibideaux and was starting to feel the nerves. He had begun to practise like mad with Sam and Tina as his only audience. Sam had told him that, in no uncertain terms, Carmen Tibideaux would be an idiot not to want him in NYADA.
Blaine couldn't quite believe that a week had gone by since that first kiss with Sam. They were now officially a couple. His heart fluttered wildly in his chest at the thought of Sam's smiling face and his golden halo of hair. He was almost giddy every time he even thought the briefest thing about him. Blaine had always thought it was a fantasy to be with Sam, never thinking it could happen but here he was and Sam loved him. Or at least liked him a lot.
It was very different to his relationship with Kurt. Sam seemed to thrive on being part of a team a lot more than Kurt ever had. With Kurt Blaine had always felt he was being pulled in the direction that Kurt wanted them to go in. With Sam it was a mutual decision. It felt strange to Blaine. He had always given in his relationship with Kurt never taken, but Sam liked giving back and Blaine on the whole felt it was a more balanced relationship and he was a lot happier for it.
That didn't mean he wasn't apprehensive about seeing Kurt again though. His heart still fluttered wildly in his chest at the thought of seeing him again. Blaine knew he couldn't just switch his years of feelings for the boy off. They were muted considerably but the fact that he was seeing him again in person for the first time since he had become a couple with Sam was daunting to say the least. That and he was a girl now. He hadn't even spoken to Kurt since that Skype session, his arrangements to stay here had all being via texting, which for some reason had felt like a long drawn out process.
Originally Sam was supposed to have been coming with him to New York to go for an interview but it had been rescheduled at the last minute and Sam, who still had a lot of work to do for his art project he was working on, had decided he had better not go, even if it meant having to be apart from Blaine for almost a week. Blaine wished sorely now that he had insisted that Sam come along, even if only for moral support because his nerves were starting to fray his normally composed exterior and he wasn't sure that he had as strong relationships with these people as a girl. Taking a deep breath in quickly and letting it out slowly, his head whipped up at the sound of the door sliding open, Kurt on the other side looking perfect in one of his many outfit as usual. No wrinkle or hair out of place.
"Hi Kurt." Blaine tentatively said into the awkward silence that hung in the air between them.
"Hey, come on in. Rachel is at rehearsals at the moment and Santana is out doing something. It's just you and me." Kurt told him, walking over to the kitchen to finish making the cup of tea he had started to pour for himself. "You'll have to sleep on the couch, you should be grateful Santana has given that up for you. She said, and I quote..." Kurt made quotation marks in the air as he rolled his eyes languidly. "She can have the couch but only cause she's such a hottie." Blaine blushed. It had never even occurred to him that Santana would be attracted to him as a girl. That was quite possibly the most unexpected thing for Blaine to have heard since he became a girl. But then she was a lesbian so he shouldn't really have been so surprised. He wished he hadn't gone for the skin tight vest top which showed off his ample bosoms and the full fifties style skirt which poofed out with its many layers. Blaine was kinda liking wearing girls clothes now, they were much more diverse and he found he was beginning to think that he looked cut in a lot of the outfits he had. He hoped Santana wouldn't stare too much at his breasts. Sam was bad enough. Blaine found he was beginning to hate boobs altogether. They were more hassle then they were worth.
"That's very um... kind of her." Blaine shuffled a little, hoping that Kurt might ask if he wanted a cup of tea too. He was parched. Kurt was nothing if not a gentleman, Blaine was sure that he would ask. When Kurt padded in his slippers to the sofa though and plonked himself down picking the TV remote up and switching it onto a random channel Blaine stood agape. He hadn't even asked how Blaine was. Stinging from Kurt's rejection, his heart feeling little stabbing pains and his eyes welling up Blaine slid his hands under his skirt and sat on the chair, fiddling with his fingernails. Tina had painted them a sparkling blue colour and Blaine couldn't help but keep picking off the colour occasionally when he felt nervous. This is silly, why am I so nervous around Kurt now? I used to be engaged to him for Christ's sake. I now what he looks like naked.
Deciding to start the conversation since Kurt hadn't, Blaine smoothed down his skirt and smiled brightly at his now ex fiancé. "So how are you Kurt?" He asked politely, keeping his smile fixed in place. Kurt slid his eyes sideways like a cat and raised his right brow at him suspiciously.
"Why?" Kurt asked furrowing his brow slightly as if he were worried about what Blaine's question might mean.
"You're my friend. I can't ask how you are now?" Blaine muttered irritably. Kurt was being a rather rude and crap host to Blaine and he had only been here for five minutes or so. "And I'm kinda thirsty Kurt, maybe I could get a drink? That would be quite nice." Blaine crossed his arms, trying to keep his anger in, but failing miserably. He had never realised just how rude Kurt could be sometimes.
"Oh I'm sorry Your Highness, what would you like? Tea? Coffee? Or would a soft drink suffice?" Kurt stood up and bowed mockingly and Blaine could feel rage rising inside of him. Suddenly he really wished that Sam were here. He doubted Kurt would be anywhere near as rude as this if Sam had been here.
"Tea would be lovely thanks." He stated darkly, smoothing out his dress for something to do. This was going to be a long trip. He had to wonder why Kurt had even agreed to this when he was going to treat him this way. Maybe Rachel had told him how rude he would seem if he had said no. They were supposed to be friends after all. It didn't feel like it much at this particular moment though. He could feel the last shred of loving feelings for this boy ebb out of him as his anger faded to simple irritation. He sat back to watch the television because that was better than a slanging match with Kurt. A lone tear trickled down his face, Kurt had been his best friend once and this was how it had ended...
Sam was bored as he played around with his plastic cutlery on his school dinner tray. He hoped his face wasn't showing it because Tina was blabbing on about something that he knew only Blaine would have actually cared about. For some reason those two had a strong connection that Sam had never really quite understood, but Blaine seemed to care very deeply for the girl. It wasn't that Sam didn't care, he did, he really liked Tina, she was one of his closest friends, but when she went on about how unfair things were he just couldn't hack it. Today was one of those days and Blaine wasn't even here, although he sorely wished she was. For one he had something pretty to look at and for two Blaine would calm her friend down. Sam smiled at the thought of Blaine. She was an outstanding kisser and had a rockin' bod too. He could feel the jealousy come off way over half the guys in the school. Blaine was a hottie, there was no denying it and he was the luckiest guy on Earth to have managed to get her to go out with him. He thought she was as beautiful on the outside as she was on the inside. She was so caring and selfless, always thinking of others before her. Case in point, she hoped that Kurt was doing ok in New York and should she take him a thank you gift for letting her stay. She hadn't even thought about herself and her audition or anything like that. That was pure Blaine though. He hoped she was having a better time of it there than he was here.
"So why is it fair that everyone else gets to do a solo for this show we're putting on to raise money but not me? Mr Shue always looks over me. I'm doing the costumes. Again." Tina whined on. If she didn't shut up he was just gonna go to Mr Shue and tell him to put them all out of their misery and let Tina have a bloody solo.
"Look Tina, You're one of my closest friends and I get that you want to shine but please will you shut up woman!" Artie boldly told her, making her gape and scowl at the be-speckled senior. Sam was seriously grateful. He had had enough of Tina's whining for one day. Just as she looked ready to turn on Artie, Sam's phone lit up. It was Blaine. He smiled widely.
"Sorry guys gotta take this, its the girlfriend." He loved saying that word. Girlfriend. Blaine was his girlfriend. He stood up from his seat in the cafeteria and wondered towards the hallways to be able to hear Blaine better. "Hey gorgeous." He called out as he got in the sparsely populated corridors outside the cafeteria.
"Hey Sam, how are you? Is your art project coming along nicely?" That was typical Blainey, always asking after others. His heart hummed lowly at the melodic sound of Blaine's voice. God did he love the sound of that voice. Soft and light and so so sweet, like pink candy floss.
"I'm good thanks and the art is too. You got me out of having to listen to Tina moaning on about her non solo yet again." Sam rolled his eyes as he stated that and leant against a wall, bringing one of his feet up flat against it.
"Aww, poor Tey Tey she never catches a break. I'll talk to Mr Shue for her when I get back. I think I'll come home earlier then intended anyway." Sam frowned a little, wondering why Blaine would come back early. It seemed a bit weird.
"Why are you getting back early, not that I mind, I miss you loads." He could sense Blaine's smile beaming through at him but that sense faded quickly.
"I don't think I'm very welcome here Sammy..." She trailed off, sounding upset. Sam had kinda wished he had gone with her when he heard the hurt in her voice, he hated hearing Blaine upset. It was the single worst thing in the world to hear that.
"What's wrong B?" He asked quickly and, he hoped, a comforting manner.
"Kurt's being so rude and Rachel's gotten home now too and all she does is compete with me on everything that we talk about, I don't get it at all. Why compete with me? I had to go for a walk just to get out of there. It was awful Sammy." Sam hummed in camaraderie, understanding how those two together could be too much. They were both such divas and, to top it all off, drama queens. Sam knew exactly why they were acting the way they were, although to make Blaine feel unwelcome? That was going too far in Sam's opinion.
"Oh B, they're just jealous and threatened by your talent. Remember Rachel hates being showed up by a girl better than her, and you are better than her. Kurt's the same."
"Huh, I never thought of that... Yeah before I was never competition because I was a boy but now I could get in her way, couldn't I?" Blaine wasn't being arrogant, just rolling the facts through her mind. The person she was closest to in vocal range and talent was now Rachel. Sam knew the she never really gave any of that stuff much thought. She only ever competed with herself, not any others. But then as a boy Blaine had never really had any real competition. The next best male singer had been Sam himself. Or Finn.
"Sorry it's awkward for you. Are you thinking of moving into a hotel?" Sam inquired and Blaine sighed.
"Nah, it's only a couple of nights. I'll just spend as much time outside as possible. Hopefully Santana will be ok company." Sam wasn't sure Blaine had convinced him of his nonchalance but he let it slide. He only hoped that this wouldn't affect Blaine's performance in his audition.
"Yeah, she may pretend she's a complete bitch but really deep down she's lovely. And very loyal to her friends." Sam could hear gaggles of people starting to come out of the dining hall, lunch time must nearly be over. "Look Blainey I've got to go, classes start again in a few minutes. Talk soon?"
"Yeah Sammy. Soon. Bye..." Blaine said softly over the phone.
"Bye gorgeous." Sam told her and ended the call, sighing deeply at the thought of afternoon classes. God he couldn't wait to get out of school.
Blaine had, against his better judgement, stayed out all day to avoid both Kurt and Rachel's coldness and jealousy. He hadn't been able to practise his audition piece today but if it wasn't good enough by now, it probably never would be. Walking through the streets at night felt disconcerting at best. He had no idea where he was. Lost and more than a little lonely, he decided to try and find the next subway station and get on the train back to Buskwicke. Shivering a little in the cool night's breeze and only in a very light jacket over his vest top, Blaine folded his arms around himself to keep warm and started to walk at a faster pace. At hearing a smash of a glass bottle down one alley Blaine gasped and speed up even more till he was almost jogging, his head turning to make sure no one was following him. As he rounded the corner and saw no one following he breathed out a sigh of relief. He had never felt this vulnerable before but now he was so small and no longer as strong as he used to be. Being alone in the middle of New York City at night was terrifying. Carrying on, trying to keep under the glare of the street lights, Blaine crossed the road towards the blazing lit up sign of the subway station in the distance.
As he quickly passed by another alleyway he heard a deep, gruff voice calling out, and presumably to him. "Hey, babe, where are you going? I got something for you right here?" Panic caught in Blaine's throat as his head whipped round to spot a muscled individual, tattoos covering his arms and neck and leering at him in the way the guys at school did, but in a less menacing manner, and holding his crotch in a more than suggestive manner. Blaine, scared out of his mind, started to jog, but he could hear the man trying to catch up to him.
"Wait up sugar. You'll have a good time, I promise!" Blaine, trying to bite down a sob of complete terror ran harder towards the ever beckoning lights of the subway. Just keep going Blaine, don't look back, just keep going... He looked back, wishing he hadn't. The man was now only a few paces behind him. Why wasn't anyone else on the street helping him? Almost tripping on the pavement, Blaine turned his head back to the subway sign. He was nearly there. His hand gripped the stair rail as he felt a strong, masculine hand coming down on his wrist. Screaming in fear, Blaine turned and lashed out, scratching the man in his face.
"Argh. Bitch! I'll get you, you little..." Blaine didn't stay to hear any more of his cussing. Bounding down the stairs, he slipped through the crowds and got himself to a machine, purchasing a ticket as rapidly as possible. He didn't stop to look at the subway map, but carried on through the subway till he spotted one that stated Bushwicke on it's travelling line. Not stopping he stepped onto the platform, looking frantically around to see if the man from earlier had followed him. It seemed as though he hadn't. Breathing a sigh of relief, Blaine nervously waited on the platform till a train came screeching into the station and he got on shakily, too afraid to look back at all.
"Are you alright?" Santana asked, genuinely looking concerned as she stroked her left hand across Blaine's back soothingly. Blaine was so scared at this point that he didn't really think too much about Santana's sudden friendliness towards him. He was just glad of it. Especially since neither Rachel or Kurt seemed that bothered. Rachel had at least had the decency to offer Blaine a glass of water before going to get changed for whatever event she was going to. Kurt had simply gone about his business, stating that New York at night was not a good idea for a small girl like Blaine. Thankfully Santana's return from her work had offered Blaine an ally of some sort at the very least.
"I'm fine now, thank you." Blaine told her, a wobbly smile forming on his face in response to her kindness. "I think I might go home after my audition tomorrow though..."
"Oh why? We should go out and have fun tomorrow night?" Santana pouted and made a point to glare at Kurt and Rachel.
"Yeah, you should stay." Rachel cautiously stated, but not sounding like she really meant it. "There is a great karaoke bar near to NYADA, you can sway in the background whilst I sing something tomorrow." Blaine arched his brow at her quizzically. She had never asked him to 'sway in the background' before. Santana beside him, snorted derisively.
"Please, Blaine's way better than you Berry and you know it." At that comment, Rachel's lips went very thin and Blaine couldn't help but allow his lips to tweak up into a small grin. It was nice to hear that Santana thought he was good. Her compliments were a new addition to her character. He had never seen this side of her before. He now saw what Brittany did. A kind hearted, loyal yet fierce person, not willing to let anyone state anything bad about her friends. He decided there and then that he really did like Santana after all. "Why don't you and Lady Hummel just go schmooze up to whoever's charity thing this is and leave us girls in peace?" Santana snapped.
"Fine!" Snapped Rachel haughtily, glaring darkly at Blaine as she passed them both. "Come on Kurt." As the two left the apartment Blaine couldn't help the escape of the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding onto. God how I wish Sam were here right now.
"So, ready for some movies and popcorn? We can cuddle for the night if you want. Make you feel safe?" Santana beamed brightly at him and his eyes grew a little wider at that. Laughing nervously he nodded his head, regretting his instant reaction to her words. He was a little apprehensive about what snuggling entailed with Santana. He was never coming to New York without Sam ever again...
Sam was sitting in his Spanish class spinning his pencil on his notebook and not listening to a word of what was being said. He hated languages. English was hard enough for him with his dyslexia, why did he have to do another language? As he drifted off into his own daydream, he wondered how Blaine's audition was going. It was about the right time for it to have begun by now. She was going to kill it, he knew but he kept his fingers crossed for her all the same. His wonderful Blainey. She was beautiful and talented and he totally didn't deserve her. His mind wondered further to her naked body and he smiled a wide dopey grin as he began thinking of them in all sorts of scenarios in which neither of them had any clothing. Of his caressing her breasts with Blaine sighing from pleasure, smiling up at him in that way only Blaine ever did. Of making love to her, her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands tangled into his hair. He was definitely a lucky guy.
"Mr Evans!" Sam shot up, his bubble burst and he flushed lightly at the thoughts he had just been having whilst in the middle of the Spanish classroom. Everyone was staring at him gaping wide eyed at the teacher, who looked majorly pissed off. His heart sank. Well that was him in detention today. At least Blaine wasn't here so he wouldn't miss out on spending any time with her. "Glad you deem this class worthy enough of your attention, Mr Evans." Sam flushed an even brighter shade of scarlet, mortified at being caught out in front of everyone.
"I'm sorry Sir." Sam mumbled, ducking his head down and pretending to take the notes on the whiteboard.
"Don't do it again." Sam sighed. He hoped fervently that Blaine was having a better time than he was...
Blaine's eyelid fluttered open as the light of the sun hit his face from the corner window of the apartment. Still groggy, he stretched under the blanket of the sofa and frowned a little at a weird feeling pressure on his chest. Looking down he noticed with a start a hand cupped around one of his breasts. Blushing furiously, Blaine wriggled out of the hands grip and turned to see that the hand had come from Santana, who had snuggled up to him very closely during the night, sleeping soundly with a large smile on her face. Blaine folded his arms over his chest and slipped out from the blankets on the couch and trotted towards the bathroom, making sure the door was locked very thoroughly. Blaine didn't understand everyone's fascination with breasts. Personally he found them a pain in the ass. They bounced when he ran and it hurt if he didn't keep them held down. He had to wear these stupid bra things because again, they bounced around too much if he didn't and they got in the way all the time. He wished he didn't have to endure having had them ever. Unfortunately his wish didn't seem to ever come true.
Stripping down naked he got under the shower head, allowing cold water the run down his body rapidly. He didn't think he was going to tell Sam about Santana's cop of a feel of his boobs. He knew Sam would want a feel too so he wasn't feeling left out and Blaine wasn't sure he was ready for that yet. He was still trying to get his head around the fact that he was still a girl. I mean, how long was this going to go on for? If it was forever Blaine would curse whatever or whoever had done this to him. He missed being a boy, it had been so much easier in almost every way. No one looked at you like you were a piece of meat either. Well, actually Sebastian had when he had been a boy, but that was one guy. Now it seemed to be every guy that was straight. That was a lot of guys.
As Blaine got further through the shower his mind wondered to his impending audition later this morning and his heart began racing. He was seriously petrified. What if he wasn't good enough? What if he didn't get in? What would he do then? He had stupidly not applied for any other school. It had all been about getting into NYADA. He felt a bit like a fool now for not having a back up plan. Sam had told him that there was no way he wouldn't get in but he wasn't so sure. He was starting to think that this had been a colossal waste of time and he sorely wished he had applied to other schools for teaching or any sort of career that he would make money in. A doctor perhaps, he had always liked George Clooney in ER...
By the time the shower was done Blaine had sorted through his anxiety. It was silly. This was what had happened and so he was going to have to go in there to that audition room and sing his heart out and hope that he had made it. After all, singing, performing, was what he loved to do and if Sam thought he could do it, then so did he. Now all he needed to do was get dressed in record time before Santana woke up and saw him potentially naked. He didn't fancy the idea of being jumped on by the raven haired girl. He giggled as he came out of the bathroom in his towel. A gay man in the body of a girl jumped by a lesbian. It was too weird for words to describe...
Sam stood on tip toes trying to spot Blaine in the crowds of people getting off the plane that had just landed from New York. He had been surprised when Blaine had called him after the interview to ask to be picked up this afternoon from the airport. Surprised, but extremely happy. He had ditched the afternoon lessons at school and even glee just to drive to Columbus and pick up his gorgeous girl. He guessed that she didn't want to hang around Kurt's cattiness and Rachel's jealousy any longer and he didn't blame her in the slightest. Their loss was his gain. He hadn't even realised how much he had been missing her until his phone had trilled in his jeans pocket and her voice had come over the receiver. She was his rock. Without her had felt like he was floating around not knowing where to go or what to do. He was so much more with her by his side.
"Sam! Sam!" He heard her shouting out gleefully, bobbing up and down in the middle of the crowd, her arm waving at him frantically. He started picking his way through the throngs of people watching for Blaine's arm in the crowd. Finally finding her in the middle of a crush of people, he held on tightly to her waist, pulling her out of the wave so he could greet her properly.
"Sammy, I'm so glad to be home. You can't even imagine." Blaine cried, flinging her arms around his neck and kissing him fiercely. By the time they both pulled apart they were breathing heavily.
"Wow, maybe you should go away more often if that's the greeting I get." Sam smiled widely at Blaine, gently placing his forehead on her own and chuckled as she whacked him lightly giving him a slight glare. "I'm sorry, I missed you heaps?"
Blaine sweet little cupids bow lips formed a smile and Sam's heart melted a little. "That's better." She kissed him quickly once again and took his hand in her own, leading him to the baggage area to retrieve her small suitcase.
"Was it really that bad?" Sam inquired, looking at her consolingly. Blaine didn't look up when she answered him in the affirmative. "Did you wish that I had come too?"
"Yes... Santana felt me up in my sleep, it was weird." Blaine's eyes widened when she realised that she had told Sam something that possibly she had decided to keep to herself. Sam, trying to cover his smile raised his eyebrows at her.
"So she tried to cop a feel from my girl huh?" Sam's eyes wondered down to Blaine's boobs, lingering there till Blaine, looking irritated snapped her fingers at him. "Sorry." He stated sheepishly. "Come on let's go."
Blaine was ecstatic to be back in Sam's arms, but something niggled him a little. Was he really now Sam's girl? He didn't feel like a girl. Ok, so he was more comfortable as a girl then he had been, but he still felt like a boy. But did Sam see him that way? He had thought the blonde had when he had sung that song to him in glee a couple of weeks ago but now? He wasn't so sure that Sam really saw him for who he truly was and not just a pair of breasts and a pretty girl voice. Blaine gulped down the slight hurt that entered his heart. Did Sam truly love him or not?