Notes: Hello! The third chapter is here. I realize I've been posting them fairly quickly, thanks to the weekend. The fourth instalment shall take a little more time to get up, just a heads up.
I've edited the song to make it PG to be safe. I hope you enjoy :)
Chapter III
Kurt and Blaine walked into their last period history class. It had been two weeks since the very odd events up in Kurt's bedroom happened, and since then they'd done nothing but hold hands and occasionally hug. Thankfully, Burt had been rather impressed by Blaine during dinner that he'd been invited again that Friday, much to the delight of Carole.
On the surface, things seemed to be going well: their fellow Warblers had noticed the shift in their relationship and offered their congratulations; Rachel and Mercedes had another sleepover with Kurt to learn all about the details of how it started and if they'd kissed (he held back the truth of the aftermath here, but included the duet). Finn even accepted his warm milk and told him how happy he was for his brother.
But on the inside, Kurt wasn't so sure of where they stood. Actually, he did know – romance limbo.
"I'm really starting to dislike this class," Blaine grumbled as he sat down next to Kurt.
"And by class you mean Mr. Barker?" Kurt raised an eyebrow and Blaine rolled his eyes.
"Notice how he's always more awkward when teaching us about historical figures' mistresses and Renaissance art? And since this is an all boys school he never really has to deal with couple things. I think he knows about us."
"I haven't seen a ring on his hand. Perhaps he's sexually frustrated," said Kurt, and they snickered until said man strode into the room.
Halfway through the period, a folded sheet of paper found itself on the corner of Kurt's desk.
You'll have to come over tonight, it said.
He looked to Blaine and mouthed "Why?"
Taking back the paper, he scribbled again.
To help me study. I haven't been paying attention.
I thought you were better than that, Kurt wrote back in jest.
I can't help how cute you look today.
Kurt nearly snorted aloud. Okay, that was corny.
So will you come over? I promise we won't just study.
At this, Kurt raised an eyebrow ridiculously high.
Who says we'll have time for anything else? Now I'm not paying attention either.
Are you calling me cute?
"Boys!"
They instantly snapped their heads upwards, hearts fluttering and laughter caught in their throats. Mr. Barker walked down their isle and gave them a stern look, extending his arm to motion for the paper. Nervously, Kurt placed it in the man's hand. Colour came to his face as he read it over, but he stared at the two of them firmly and said "Detention after class," before pocketing the note and resuming his lesson.
Kurt shot a worried look to Blaine, who mirrored it before they both smiled sheepishly.
The end of the day did not hurry to arrive. Mr. Barker led them to the janitor's closet and, giving a bucket and rag to each, informed that they were to clean every blackboard on that side of the hallway and clap all the brushes.
"I won't stand for that sort of indiscretion in my classrooms. I sincerely hope you learn your lesson, boys. I'll come back later to check on you."
As he drew out of earshot, Kurt said, "He thinks that's indiscretion? He should have seen the assemblies New Directions performed back at McKinley. Sex riots ensued both times. What?"
Blaine was giving Kurt a bewildered and amused expression. Kurt pushed his bucket into him and began to walk away, hands clasped behind his back.
"Where're you going?" called the boy with now two buckets in his arms.
"Come on, Blaine, as the most talented candidate for stardom in this school you can't really expect me to go through with this. Oh, crap."
Blaine had begun to chase after Kurt, who ran into a classroom, causing Blaine to lose focus as he stared at the boy's flawless legs in motion. "You're not getting away with this!"
They spent the next half hour clapping brushes and standing on chairs (for neither could reach) to wipe the top of the boards. They sang while serving their punishment, and the time passed impossibly quickly.
In their final room, Kurt opened the brand new box of chalk that sat on the ledge, and began to write his and Blaine's name on the board, encasing it in a large heart.
"Isn't that a little corny?" Blaine teased.
"Well I can't help it you're so cute."
Blaine picked up the box of chalk to take a piece, when the entire box disassembled and all the chalk came crashing to the floor, momentarily leaving a cloud of dust.
Kurt's jaw dropped and he giggled. "Oh Blaine,"
"It's not funny!" he insisted, looking hysterical, causing Kurt to laugh harder.
"There's nothing to worry about. We'll clean it up, it'll all be fine. Not all of them broke, actually. We lucked out."
Blaine kneeled down to closer inspect the damage, picking up all the whole pieces and resting them carefully on the ledge. "I like them when they're perfect like this. Smooth and new." He smiled, and so did Kurt.
"It is a nice, small thing to take pleasure in."
"Sometimes I want to break them. It's like they're asking to be disturbed, you know? Like a blank sheet of paper or fresh snow. It's beautiful, and you want to stir it up. Like fitting yourself into the beauty."
Kurt leaned over and took a piece of chalk from the undamaged pile, took a few steps back, and chucked it at the blackboard. It snapped in two with a sharp sound, the remains clacking onto the floor.
He held his hand out in a "be my guest" gesture. Blaine looked into the boy's dancing eyes and retrieved a piece, gliding his fingertips over the sleek surface. And then it was out of his hands, in pieces on the floor.
"How did it feel?"
"Good,"
Soon the ledge was empty and the room was filled with chalk fragments and laughter.
"Is it sad that this is the craziest thing I've done in this school, apart from during Warbler rehearsal?"
"Positively dismal," said Kurt, closing the gap between them. "Back at McKinley some of us ambushed the library once with MC Hammer. And somehow we didn't get in trouble."
Blaine chuckled and raised his hand to touch Kurt's face. He giggled.
"What?" the pale boy asked, self-conscious. "Is there something on my face?"
"That's it; I don't know. I can't tell if I got chalk on your face or not."
"I happen to like my skin tone," he said a little defensively.
"So do I."
Kurt's blue eyes shimmered in the light coming from the windows, and the next thing Blaine knew he was pressed into him, and he didn't know anything else.
The shorter pulled the taller further into him as they kissed; hands snaked up to tangle themselves in dark curls; satin lips warmed against each other as they played tug-o-war.
Too soon, they both surrendered, breathless and hot, arms still wrapped around one another.
"That wasn't just friendly … was it?" the words tumbled quietly from Kurt's mouth like gravel, but he was thankful they weren't I love you.
Blaine's lips rejoined and he shook his head. "No," he whispered.
There was a loud throat clearing and they parted like oil and water. From the doorway, Mr. Barker addressed the boys without meeting their eyes, which was difficult as the white handprints contrasting against the navy of their blazers was equally discomforting.
"Just, uh, clean this up. And … and you can leave. Next time I'm calling your parents." he said, making a hasty departure.
"We're going to have to study extremely hard now," said Blaine, and they cracked up, hearts still beating wildly.
"Blaine, you do realize that what you're considering is suspension-worthy."
"Warbler suicide! No one performs alone."
"Yes, yes, I know. And I'm not asking you to risk this with me, I just need your help with the intercom. If, and probably when, consequences are delivered, I will take the fall for everything. None of you were involved."
"But why must this be done?" asked Wes.
"I just need to impress Kurt," he said warmly. He didn't want to mention that it felt like Kurt was still keeping his distance despite their last kiss. Blaine, too, wanted to try and take things slower, but that sunny afternoon something had clouded his head – he prayed it was love and not just dust.
David softened his expression. "You would probably find a way to do it on your own even if we declined, I gather. I'm in."
Wes nodded. "As am I."
"It was unlike anything. For being inexperienced, the boy is certainly able, I'll tell you that." Kurt gushed to Mercedes. It had been a while since he'd called her, and seeing how Blaine was late to lunch he decided to ring her up and exchange latest news.
"Sounds like things are moving a little fast," he heard the amusement in her voice.
"Not really, no. It was just that once. Teaser, remember? I'm trying to get it across that I'm not all about physicality." he replied, mentally adding And I'm still worried he might need more space than he realizes.
"We really need to all get together again soon."
"I concur. I'm sure there's more than one guy in the Warblers that would appreciate your outstanding talent and panache. We could double date."
Suddenly an extremely loud electric guitar intro began to pump into the cafeteria from the speakers in the corners. Every boy in the room looked around questioningly, some jumping out of their seats in alarm.
"Kurt? What's that music, what's going on?"
Stunned as everyone else, Kurt couldn't hear Mercedes voice over the music, and he looked around as the others did. Blaine appeared at the cafeteria doors, sliding into the room, and with wide eyes Kurt absentmindedly closed his phone.
Their eyes met. Blaine's voice projected itself across the room to where Kurt sat alone.
Don't patronize, I realize, I'm losing and this is my real life
I'm half asleep, and I am wide awake
This habit is always so hard to break
I don't wanna be the bad guy
I've been blaming myself and I think you know why
I'm killing time, and time's killing you
Every way that I do
"Oh my god," Kurt breathed, suddenly realizing there were about six hundred pairs of eyes on him. Leaping onto a couple tables in the process, he slowly made his way closer to Kurt throughout the song.
Did you say 'please just follow me'?
I thought you wanted me
'Cause I can't stay with someone else
I'll try to suck it up, I just can't suck it up
Make me feel like someone else
I'm under the gun, feel like the only one,
I just can't decide what I'm running from
This isn't what I wanted but
I can't keep my filthy freaking mouth shut
It's not enough, it's never enough
And I wish I could breathe without getting it stuck
Can't focus it, but I'm trying
Over and over again.
Finally reaching his thoroughly embarrassed target, Blaine danced charmingly to the pop rock music, and Kurt couldn't help but smile and admire his wondrous skills.
Did you say 'please just follow me'?
I thought you wanted me
'Cause I can't stay with someone else
I'll try and suck it up, I just keep messing up
I want you all to myself
Did you say 'please just follow me'?
I thought you wanted me
'Cause I want you all to myself
I can try and suck it up, I just can't suck it up
Make me feel like someone else.
Na na—
The music abruptly cut. Blaine stopped, staring breathlessly at Kurt. All eyes were on them, but it did not remain quiet for long, as applause erupted throughout the cafeteria, accompanied by whistles and shouts of encouragement.
Suddenly, from the entrance, one voice rose above them all – the dean's. "Who here hijacked the intercom?"
He did not sound angry, but the Dalton boys were not ones to be so easily mislead. The commotion died instantly.
Blaine winked at Kurt's terrified expression and spun around to proudly face his fate. "I did, sir. Blaine Anderson."