There we go! This story is now rated M. So from here things will probably get more…well…inappropriate. But yes, I have big plans for this story. Big, big plans. Twists and turns and Klaineness of course. Thanks for all of your wonderful reviews! Every time I get one it makes me want to jump back on the computer and start writing. So if you are in need of an update, let me know, because I will probably write 50% faster if you guys keep commenting. I love you all!
P.S. I am completely in DEEP DEEP love with Darren Criss. All of the qualities that I've ever been attracted to in a man are packed so hard into him. He is so (for lack of a better word) supermegafoxyawesomehot. Amazing, amazing talent coming from this one. All my friends think I'm crazy, but I needed to voice my adoration for him somewhere. Now back to the story.
Blaine was sitting in the driver's seat of his Nissan when his phone vibrated.
Sorry for the wait, Dave hid my wallet. Hilarious right? We'll be down in a few. –Wes
"Looks like they're running a little late." Blaine said as he flipped his phone closed. "So, where do you want to eat?"
"Doesn't matter – you pick – since you're driving and all." Kurt, who was sitting in the passenger seat, flipped the mirror down from the top of the car and checked his hair. Blaine looked up at the sky, putting his phone in the compartment beside him.
"Oh my god." Blaine looked in front of him with complete awe. The Dalton parking lot was facing a large, grassy hill that stretched about a mile out. The last of the sun was parting from the horizon, leaving behind beautiful shades of orange, purple, and pink. There were light clouds littered across the sky, deepening the rays of light left by the sun.
"What? – Oh! Oh wow." Kurt gazed at the sight in front of him. An array of colors danced in front of their eyes. The light colors of the sun blended with a soft blue tone that got darker as evening came. About a minute passed by in silence as both of them fixed their eyes on the beautiful scene. Blaine's eyes traveled across the sky, and somehow found their way to Kurt's gaze.
His face was lit by the orange glow of the sky, his features were relaxed. He looked so calm. Normally, when Blaine looked at him, he was blushing or giving someone a certain look. But at that moment Kurt looked so serene, as if nothing in the world mattered. It was then that a small, unknown idea planted itself in Blaine's mind.
I want to kiss you.
Blaine could feel his heart start to beat faster, and faster. "Kurt?" He had uttered it so quietly that he didn't expect Kurt to hear him. Kurt turned his head in Blaine's direction; his eyes followed seconds after, not wanting to turn from the beauty of nature. Kurt's eyes skimmed Blaine's face, trying to read his expression. Blaine took a deep breath, trying to work up the courage to lean in, and kiss his best friend. Blaine slowly tried to close the space between them, but was interrupted by the back doors opening.
"Hey guys!" Wes and Dave opened the back doors of the car, climbing in. Blaine jerked back, his face had never been more pink. "Sorry to keep you guys waiting, Dave was busy being a douche." said Wes.
"Well I learned from the best." Dave said, pointing a hand towards Wes as he clicked his seat belt in. "Oh hey, look! A sunset! Oh darn, the sun's already down – looks like we missed the best part."
Kurt looked at Blaine, confused about what had just happened. Blaine purposefully looked forward and put the car in reverse, trying to ignore how hot his cheeks were at the moment. Kurt reached into his pocket, searching for a phone. Realizing that it was empty, he slouched in his seat and tried to think.
Did he just try to kiss me? No. No, Kurt. Shut up, he doesn't like you like that.
"Hey let's go to the diner! I really want some soup." said Wes. He was always a backseat driver.
"Sounds good to me," said Blaine, he glanced toward Kurt. "Is that okay with you Kur—?" his voice squeaked. He cleared his throat, "Kurt?"
"Sounds great!" Kurt responded, trying to hide his disappointment in Blaine for not kissing him.
"Awesome!" Dave chimed in from the back. He reached forward, turning the radio on and changing the station.
"Make yourself at home, Dave!" Blaine chuckled as he pulled out of the parking lot.
The four walked into Lucia's Diner around 8:30 PM. They stopped at the front podium and were greeted by a cheerful waitress who directed them to a table. They walked across the restaurant and set their menus on a booth. "Your waiter will be right with you." she said with a huge fake smile of her face. They thanked her as they settled into the seats and looked through the menus. Kurt and Wed sat on one side, while Dave and Blaine sat on the other.
"If they don't have French onion soup I'll probably cry." said a very serious David, looking through the menu.
"I'd like to see that." Blaine said, laughing to himself.
"I'll second that." Kurt chimed in, smiling at Blaine.
"We watched 'Marley and Me' yesterday, believe me, his crying is not pretty." said Wes. Dave shot Wes a death glare while Kurt and Blaine laughed. About five minutes passed by and their waiter walked up to the table.
"Hello! My name is Tom, I'll be your server for tonight." Tom was a very handsome, tall, brunette who looked like he could still be in high school. He glanced at everyone at the table, stopping at Blaine. The waiter was looking Blaine up and down, a smirk forming on his face. Blaine looked up and met the waiter's eyes.
Kurt noticed Tom's interest in Blaine and paid close attention to Tom.
Is he gay?
"Oh my god! I love your hair!" Tom exclaimed.
Yep, definitely gay.
Blaine looked back down at his menu. "Oh, you know, I try." Blaine responded, slightly blushing. He looked up again and smiled a bright smile towards Tom, looking interested.
Kurt watched as the two went back and forth, talking about Blaine's hair and his other qualities. They seemed to be completely oblivious of everyone else at the table.
Is Blaine seriously interested in this guy?
Wes, Dave, and Kurt looked at each other, confirming that Blaine was obviously interested in this 'Tom' character. Kurt raised his eyebrow in jealousy of Tom, wishing he would just take their orders and go away. Eventually he did, but he came back more than enough times. Him and Blaine flirted with each other all throughout dinner, and Kurt couldn't stand it.
After they ate, Tom placed the bill on the table, winking at Blaine. Kurt rolled his eyes when he saw Blaine blush yet again. The four boys put a cooperative wad of calculated bills in the center of the table. Blaine was all too eager to go the cash register to pay for their meal. He grabbed the bundle of bills, and walked toward Tom, who was behind the register. Kurt watched as they exchanged numbers. His heart sank into his stomach.
Screw you, Tom.
The boys left the restaurant and headed towards Blaine's car. Wes and Dave were teasing Blaine about his obvious love connection with their waiter.
"Jesus, Blaine! I was surprised you guys didn't start making out in the bathroom!" said Dave.
Blaine blushed. "We should've. God, he was hot."
Kurt felt like punching something. "We certainly know how you feel about him, Blaine, you two flirted like a couple of hormonal twelve year-olds."
"Really?" said Blaine, giving Kurt a weird look. "I doubt that."
"No really. It was nauseating at times." said Wes.
"Amen." replied Kurt.
"Hallelujah!" exclaimed David. The three others stopped and gave Dave a disapproving look.
"Never again." Blaine said as he got into the front seat of his Nissan. He started the car and they drove off singing along to the radio. Blaine knew that Kurt was annoyed with him. It probably wasn't right to be throwing himself all over Tom after what had happened in the car earlier that night. But the more Blaine thought about getting romantic with Kurt, the more scared he became of losing him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to trust himself when around Kurt. He hoped that pursuing Tom would help ease his attraction for Kurt. Plus, he really did think that Tom was cute.
When they got back to Dalton, Kurt left the car as quickly as he could, trying to get some alone time. Everything that had happened that day was so overwhelming and he hadn't had a chance to sort it all through in his head. Blaine had sent him so many mixed signals during the day, he just didn't know what he wanted from him anymore. Kurt walked briskly down the long hallways of Dalton, trying to get to the dormitories. Clips of Blaine and Tom flirting replayed in his head, and Kurt's eyes started to water.
"HEY KURT! WAIT UP." Blaine called from behind Kurt.
God! Why won't he just leave me alone?
Kurt quickly took the end of his scarf and dabbed away the tears in his eyes. He turned around to see Blaine running towards him. When Blaine caught up with Kurt, he looked at his face and became worried.
"What's wrong? Your eyes are really red." Blaine said curiously.
Wow, you really are clueless.
Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes for a moment. "I'm just tired," Kurt lied "it's been a really long day." He did his best to keep a straight face, desperate to hide his emotions from Blaine.
"Are you sure that's all?" Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's upper arm to comfort him.
"I'm positive."
"Well it is pretty late. C'mon, let's get you back to our room." Blaine put an arm around Kurt's shoulders and they started walking towards the dorms together. When they got to the dorm, Kurt quickly grabbed his pajamas out of his dresser and went into the bathroom. He went through his skin care routine with a little more violence than usual, chucking a bottle cap every now and then in anger. He only got angrier when he heard Blaine start to sing to himself from the other room.
Set me free, leave me be
I don't wanna fall another moment into your gravity
Here I am, and I stand so tall
Just the way I'm supposed to be
Oh shut up Blaine! If anyone should be singing that song tonight it's me. You have no right to the musical styling of Sara Bareilles right now. God! You're so inconsiderate!
Kurt put his pajamas on and went back into the dorm. Blaine was laying in his bed with his laptop open in front of him. "Night Blaine." Kurt said while turning the light off and climbing into his own bed.
"Do you mind the light from the laptop? Because if it's too bright I can put it away."
"It's fine Blaine." Kurt grunted while pulling his covers over him.
"Goodnight Kurt, sweet dreams." Kurt shut his eyes and quickly fell asleep.
Kurt grimaced as he slammed against the lockers. The pointed ends of the metal vents in the locker doors crashing against his skin. The hallways were empty except for two boys standing over his curled body. They shouted the ghastly word over and over again. FAGGOT, FAGGOT, FAGGOT. They began kicking him, over and over. He wanted to scream, but nothing escaped his lips. The kicking finally stopped. He felt a disturbing, all too familiar voice come close to his ear. "You're MY little faggot."
"NO!" Kurt woke up with a jolt as he sat up in his bed. He was in a cold sweat, breathing heavily.
"Kurt, what's wrong – what's going on?" said Blaine, panicking a little.
"I – I had a night – I had a nightmare" Kurt was breathing like mad, trying to get the words out. Blaine moved off his bed, where the laptop was still open. It was 1:30 AM. He sat next to Kurt and held him tight in his arms
"Shh – it's gonna be okay – it was just a dream." Blaine traced soothing patterns into Kurt's back with his thumb.
"It was – Karofsky" Kurt clenched his eyes closed, letting the tears fall. He let Blaine hold him while he cried.
Angsty! I'll leave you here for now. Sorry all you Klaine lovers, I had to add some plot spice to the story. But don't worry (: you'll get your lovin later on.