Hey guys! I'm really sorry that the first chapter was really short. I'm still working on the whole writing process thing so it might take me a while to post. I tend to go crazy on editing and revising when I write and it takes me FOREVER. But anyways, I hope you enjoy! Updates soon!
All of the sudden Blaine felt incredibly dumb. There Kurt was, perfectly all right, staring back at Blaine, in his pajamas. He wasn't in a hospital, he hadn't been crushed to death in a freak fruit truck accident, and he wasn't on his deathbed about to die a heartbreaking death. The only danger amongst Kurt was the threat of him thinking that Blaine had gone absolutely bonkers.
Here Blaine was, foolishly standing in the Hummel's doorway at midnight. He must have been going absolutely insane. Or at least Finn thought so. Finn had been giving him the same "are you sure you're not supposed to be somewhere else…like a mental hospital?" look, for the past five minutes
"You...y'you weren't in school...and I...thought…," Blaine managed to stutter out "...you see I thought...maybe...you w'were..." my god, why the hell did I actually come? stupid Blaine, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid Blaine. Suddenly an image of Burt popped into his head, flinging Blaine out of the household, Fresh Prince of Bell-Air style.
Behind all of his confusion and bewilderment, Kurt was a little giddy about Blaine being there. There was the small thought in the back of his mind that maybe Blaine was here to finally confess his love for him. On the other hand he could just really depend on copying Kurt's answers in class. On his way down the stairs, Kurt saw his reflection out of them corner of his eye in the glass of a family portrait, hanging along the stairs.
"OH MY GAA!" Kurt interrupted his outburst by covered his mouth with his hand. He had finally noticed how unusually messy his hair looked. He turned around, looking for some kind of way to cover his head. "umm...Blaine c'mon let's go outside and talk!...more privacy." he figured it would be harder to notice how atrocious his hair looked in the dark.
Kurt used one hand to try and cover his untidy hair and the other to keep his balance as he dashed down the stairs. Blaine was somewhat relieved that some of his insanity had transferred onto Kurt. He wasn't sure how long he could stand there trying to come up with a good reason to be there. Finn had already given up on trying to understand why Blaine was at their doorstep at midnight and went back to the couch to finish playing Halo.
Once on the porch, Kurt closed the front door in order for the light from the living room to disappear. He started to relax a little, now that Blaine couldn't see his hair quite as well.
"Okay…continue," sighed Kurt, his former thoughts about why Blaine had been there reoccurring in his mind.
"Kurt, you…" Blaine was suddenly interrupted by a burst of light. He squinted, looked up and realized that their movement had made the porch light switch on.
shit. Kurt was desperate for Blaine not to see his hair. It's not like Blaine was attracted to him as it is, but the fact that his hair looked like a nest made by Pavarotti made him feel worse about it. "Hey! Let's go take a walk! This porch is kind of…bright."
Kurt and Blaine made their way to the sidewalk. Blaine began to think that Kurt's nervousness was because he didn't want to tell Blaine that he didn't like Dalton. He started to think that Kurt probably didn't want to be around him anymore and that's why he hadn't responded when he had tried to get in touch with him. All of these thoughts changed Blaine's mood from nervous to depressed, expecting Kurt to "friend dump" him at any second.
"Like I was saying, you haven't been at school all week." said Blaine, "Like, you don't look sick. Where've you been? Did I do something? I mean, you didn't return any of my texts, Kurt. And it's just…ugh…I don't want you to...I just...I miss you, Kurt." well said, idiot. whatever happened to calm, cool, collected, COURAGEOUS, Blaine?
Kurt was sorry for Blaine almost instantly. Everything was so unintentional. Never once did he think that maybe Blaine missed him that week. He wasn't used to the idea that another guy would miss him. The concept was completely foreign to him. The words "I missed you" only came from relatives on holidays or from the girls at school after summer break.
They had walked to the end of the block and headed around the corner of his street. "Blaine, um, I don't know what to say." Kurt chuckled at the irony of the situation. By this point, Blaine was absolutely positive that Kurt had decided to leave Dalton for good. "My car's been really screwy this week. It broke down twice on my way to school. So my dad's been fixing it and I had no way of getting there. Plus Finn's had a stomach virus and I figured I could just stay home and take care of him instead of my Mom having to take off work."
weird. "Well what about your phone? I've been blowing it up since Monday" said Blaine.
"Yeah…Finn dropped it in a pot of soup…" explained Kurt, placing his hand on his raising eyebrows, then combing them through his hair.
"Um…what?" asked Blaine.
"My iPhone was sitting on top of the microwave because I was using it to read a recipe for chicken soup. Once I was done cooking, Finn went in to get some, and idiotically knocked the phone over. It fell, helplessly into the pot of hot liquid." Kurt grimaced as he thought about the fateful scene. "And that was the end of my faithful iPhone. She was young, so, so young."
Blaine looked at Kurt and smiled. Partially because he found it amusing, but mostly because it meant that Kurt wasn't mad at Blaine. Kurt was still his best friend and he planned for it to stay that way.
"Let it out, buddy" Blaine said sympathetically as he playfully patted Kurt's back, letting his hand linger on his shoulder blades for a couple of seconds. Even though it was a friendly gesture, his touch sent chills rushing all through Kurt's body.
Kurt looked back at Blaine and their eyes met for a moment. Blaine had been giving Kurt a friendly smile, but Kurt was sending a different expression towards Blaine. It was a smile, but not a true, joyful smile. It was as if he regretted something, or was disappointed in himself, but still happy. Blaine dismissed the look in Kurt's eyes as just feelings for his beloved iPhone.
Kurt closed his eyes and continued his dramatic monologue. "She served me well, through texts and long phone calls. She held my game of Angry Birds close to her heart. I'll never forget her, Blaine. She was the best phone I ever had. She was my first," Kurt forced a fake sniff through his nose and winced as he closed his eyes. "She was my first iPhone."
The boys continued to walk in silence around Kurt's block.
"So…funeral or memorial service?" Blaine chuckled. He was referencing a small dispute they had a while ago via text message about the expressions.
"Memorial service is just a term used for making the fact that you're going to a funeral less sad" said Kurt.
"No way! It's used for several reasons, not just because it makes things less miserable" replied Blaine
"Oh, I beg to differ…" answered Kurt. That sparked the argument up again as they each playfully guarded their own side. Before they knew it, the boys had walked full circle around the block. Both of them seemed to forget why they were walking around the neighborhood in the first place, falling into a trance of each other's company.
Kurt knew what he was feeling, because he had been feeling it for so long. But for Blaine, things were different. His fixation with Kurt was just starting to grow. He didn't realize that the confusing thoughts he had about him would lead to Blaine thinking about his best friend constantly.
Kurt and Blaine stood next to his mailbox, facing each other. The conversation topic had drifted away from funerals, and now they were talking about the appalling career of having to prepare dead bodies for wakes.
"The most repulsive part is that most of them are elderly. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love me some saggy boobs" said Kurt, trying to hold in a roar of laughter for the joke's effect.
Blaine kept his face straight, playing along with the gag. "Oh, yeah, definitely" Blaine said, trying to keep a convincing face. "Don't forget about the old man genitals."
"Even better!" Kurt exclaimed. Neither of them was able to hold it in any longer and they both simultaneously roared with laughter.
Near the end of their laughing fit Blaine looked up at Kurt, who had forgotten about his hair, which Blaine could now see perfectly from the porch light.
Blaine started to stare at Kurt's brown hair while Kurt declined from his laughter. Kurt didn't catch on to Blaine's daze until about thirty seconds after Blaine started looking at it. Kurt's cheeks instantly turned deep red as he covered his hair with his hands.
"No, don't!" Blaine reached out to grab Kurt's arm to stop him from hiding his hair. It looks really cute like that.
The thought sent a complete shockwave through Blaine's mind. He was so relieved that his thoughts hadn't slipped through his mouth and stayed inside his confused brain. He desperately wanted to think more about the flood of emotions that would follow that statement. But he wouldn't. He couldn't. After all, he was standing there, holding onto Kurt's arm. He had to move fast to get out of the situation he was in.
As soon as Blaine's hand touched Kurt's arm, his stomach filled to the brink with butterflies. Kurt wasn't used to being touched by Blaine at all. There he stood, with his right hand on top of his head and his left arm being held by Blaine's hand.
"It…it doesn't look that bad." Blaine stuttered out as he let go of Kurt's arm. "I mean c'mon, we all get bed-head, it's nothing to be afraid of!" Kurt didn't say anything; he just stared back at Blaine, mouth open from shock. "We're best friends! Dude, c'mon, if you get to see my drunk dance skills, then I at least get to see your bed head."
Kurt jumped out of his Blaine trance and back into reality.
"You're drunk dancing WAS pretty hilarious," said Kurt as he combed his right hand through his brown hair. Kurt tried to fight the urge to cover his head with his bathrobe. "But this has been thoroughly embarrassing."
"Speaking of embarrassing, I better get going. I'm sorry for showing up here out of the blue…so late…" said Blaine.
"Don't worry about it." said Kurt as he turned towards the door.
"Well I guess I'll see you Monday then." Blaine turned around and headed to his car.
"See you then." Kurt yelled from the door.
Kurt walked in the door to see Finn and Burt sitting on the couch.
"Kurt I wanna talk to you," said Burt.
"Yeah Dad?" replied Kurt, afraid he was going to say something about him and Blaine taking a walk outside at midnight. Kurt walked across the room, sat down on a recliner, and folded his legs.
"I've been thinking, about you driving to that Dalton place every morning. Wondrin' if it's right havin' you drive all of 2 hours just to get to school..." said Burt, looking Kurt in the eye.
Kurt was crossing his fingers, hoping that the words he's been dying to hear would come out of his father's mouth.
"…So, me and Carol have been talking about having you live in the dorms over at Dalton." Said Burt. Kurt's face lit up with excitement. Burt noticed his enthusiasm and chuckled "So tomorrow we're gonna move you into your dorm, so you'll be all set for Monday when school starts."
"YES! THANK YOU DAD!" Kurt exclaimed. I'm going to be practically LIVING with Blaine Anderson!
So I figure that's a good place to leave you hanging. Do you like it? Because if you don't reply, well I probably won't write. So remember, the more you review, the quicker I'll write! Also, what do you want to see happen? Anything in particular? Any characters in particular? Let me know!