Hey readers! Well, the past couple of chapters were kind of totally spontaneous. I was just kind of winging it. Well now I finally have a sense of what I'm going to do with this story, and I think you guys'll like it. But really, your reviews are my own personal drug and I love every one of them. Also, sorry for the lack of M-ness, I know it's what people want but it's kind of hard to write in without being too inappropriate. I have a feeling this chapter will be a long one… so you never know…maybe someone will pop a boner xD yes. I'm absolutely nuts. Well here goes nothing…
Blaine was relaxing on his bed with his feet stretched out, and his back on the headboard. His brownish-black guitar rested on his upper thigh as he picked through the strings. He had been staring at his feet for some time now, waiting for Kurt to walk in the room. He looked up at the clock, the neon blue lights beamed the numbers 11:00. Where is he? His eyes darted down when he saw his phone light up next to him.
Hey ;) what's up? –Tom
Blaine had texted him about two minutes ago out of pure boredom. He had just finished a solo jam session in room. He had played every song he knew, even the lullabies he learned when he first was taught how to play. After that he played his own soft version of 'What the Hell' by Avril Lavigne. For some reason the lyrics reminded him of Tom, so he spontaneously texted him saying "Hey man!" He was going to hold off talking to Tom till after he consulted Kurt, but just talking wouldn't hurt, right?
Not much, just playin a little guitar –Blaine
He put then phone down and slid onto his back, with only his head on his headboard. He closed his eyes as he played a relaxing chord progression.
Kurt dropped his head onto the book in front of him in frustration. It was 11:30 on a Thursday night and he was still in the Dalton library. He opened his eyes to face the Shakespeare in front of him. Kurt breathed in deeply and tried to give himself a pep talk. No biggie, just two more pages. Two more pages Kurt, and then you can go back to your room. What's in your room Kurt? A nice warm bed. That's what's in your room – no English essays, just your bed, and Blaine – Blaine – changing in front of me. Blaine changed in front of me the other day. Wow. I wish I could kiss him. Oh god, it would be so nice – running my fingers through his hair – his brilliant, gorgeous hair. I bet it's soft. It has to be. I wonder what kind of conditioner he uses. Concentrating on Shakespeare was obviously not one of Kurt's strong attributes. He loved to read it, but he hated writing about it. You can only think about Hamlet so much before Hamlet starts to become incredibly repetitive and boring.
It took Kurt another ten minutes to stop thinking about Blaine, and another forty-five after that to finish the paper. He closed his laptop and books, staring into the empty library before him. Drowsiness swept over his body as he sat and stared into space with wide eyes. After a moment he snapped out of his daydream (well, night-dream) and quickly stood up, putting his laptop and books under his arm. He walked out of the library and into the dark school hallway. The scene was critically eerie, being alone in a Victorian style building after dark. He walked quickly into to the main foyer, not wanting to be in the pitch black corridor longer than he had to be. He walked up the winding staircase, looking up through the sunroof. The stars shined brightly against the deep black Ohio sky. Kurt had never been here after dark and he couldn't help but stop and admire the architecture. He looked down to the bottom of the steps, remembering the day he had come to spy on the Warblers. He stared at the exact spot where he first saw Blaine, and smiled at the memory. Teenage Dream. The tune played in his head and he began to hum along has he left the foyer and entered another dark hallway.
Kurt finally reached the Dalton dormitories and was relieved to find that they left the hallway lights on after midnight. The dorm hallways were extremely long. If the lights had not been on Kurt would have surely abandoned his dignity and run down the hallway like a scared little girl. He turned a corner and saw Wes, half naked, banging on a door. Kurt stopped walking and raised his eyebrow, mouth dropping open a little. Wes looked back at Kurt, his cheeks slightly turning red.
"He locked me out! The bastard locked me out!" Wes spun around and continued to pound on the door. "FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" Kurt could hear Dave giggle from the other side of the door.
"Why did you come out here in the first place?" Kurt stepped closer, Wes squatted down and looked through the keyhole.
"I'M NOT RETARDED, DAVE – I CAN SEE YOU." shouted Wes, with his eyes glued to the small hole. "The little shit – I went to get my extra blanket out from my car and I came back to this. DAVE, I SWEAR ON ALL THINGS HOLY, IF YOU DO NOT OPEN THIS DOOR I WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE MISERABLE." Kurt laughed to himself as he watched Wes's spaz attack. Wes was about to scream another insult when a gold key was slid under the door. He quickly grabbed it off the ground and shoved it in the keyhole. He opened the door, slid inside, and slammed the door in an instant. Kurt giggled as he heard the yelling and fumbling from the other side.
Kurt slid his key inside the door and stepped inside. He noticed that Blaine was sleeping and closed the door quietly, not wanting to wake him up. He put his bag on the chair next to his desk, took off his blazer and tie, and unbuttoned his shirt. He looked back at Blaine, who still had a guitar resting on top of him. Only Blaine could fall asleep holding a guitar. He stepped towards the bed, gently picked up Blaine's guitar, and put it carefully back in the case in the corner. He grabbed a folded blanket from the end of his bed, and tenderly laid it across Blaine. He swept some curls out of Blaine's face and smiled. If the man he was in love with didn't love him back, at least they were still roommates.
Kurt turned around, pulling his shirt off to reveal his bare chest underneath. He ran his hand through his hair for a moment, stretching. Then he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, leaning down to push them off.
"What – no goodnight kiss?"
Kurt was shocked by Blaine's sudden voice and lost his balance. He fumbled onto the floor, taking a desk chair down with him. Blaine sat up, laughing at the sight in front of him. Kurt was sprawled on the floor, in his boxers, with his pants around his ankles.
"Please, just kill me now." Kurt's face turned deep red as he kicked his pants off and sat up.
"I wouldn't dare end your life, Kurt" Blaine was still laughing from his bed. "Why would I kill someone who tucks me in so nicely?"
"Who falls asleep while playing the guitar?" Kurt defended, standing and dusting himself off.
"The musically gifted, that's who." Blaine was still smiling. He found himself staring at Kurt's half nakedness.
"—Do you mind?" Kurt said while picking out some pajamas. "Wouldn't want Tom to get jealous."
Blaine furrowed his brow at Kurt's comment. What's that supposed to mean? "One – me and him aren't even together – yet – and two – you're ten times more important than him to me."
Kurt pulled his pair of sweatpants up to him waist and looked back at Blaine. He gave him a small smile. "Really?"
"Really. Well I mean I've only known him for like what – two days – and I've talked to him like maybe twice. And if he ever said anything bad about you, he would be gone like that." Blaine snapped his fingers in demonstration.
"Thanks" Blaine's words had made Kurt feel so extraordinarily loved, even if they would never be more than friends.
"Actually, I was hoping I could talk to you about him." Blaine sat up, hesitating to speak. "I think I'm going to ask him out on a date."
"Oh." His heart sank into the bottom of his stomach and he stared at the floor. Kurt didn't know what to say. He pulled a t-shirt over his head and sat on his bed.
"Do you think I should?" Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes, the ones that remained fixed on the floor.
"Go for it" Kurt said dishonestly, "I mean I have nothing against the guy," Kurt forced out a smile. "He seems great!" Lies, all lies. Why am I doing this to myself? Why don't I just tell him? What the fuck is wrong with me?
"For real? I mean you don't have any reasons that I shouldn't I shouldn't ask him out?" Blaine searched Kurt's eyes. They were glossy and he could tell that he was lying. Why wouldn't he just tell him how he really felt?
"Not that I can think of." Besides the fact that I'm head over heels in love with you. Kurt turned off the light next to his bed and slipped under his covers. He laid on his side facing Blaine and closed his eyes. "Night." I've blown it, completely blown it. Any chances I had with Blaine are completely gone. Why can't I go after the one thing I want the most? What is so damn scary about everything I've ever wanted? A small tear snuck from the edge of his eye and disappeared into the pillow under it.
Blaine reached for the phone sitting on his bed.
I didn't know you played guitar. That's super amazing. I'm terrible with instruments myself, I'm tone deaf and basically have no sense of rhythm. Thank god for my good looks, right lol. –Tom
Blaine stared at his phone for a good three minutes before typing out a reply.
Are you free tomorrow night? –Blaine
His phone lit up again not even a minute later.
Yep! ;) -Tom
Blaine looked up at Kurt, who was still trying to get comfortable under his sheets. He had tried to make some sort of progress with Kurt, but Kurt made it impossible. Maybe the things he felt for Kurt were universal, maybe they applied to any gay guy. Maybe, just maybe, Blaine would eventually feel the same exact things that he felt for Kurt for Tom. Well, if he didn't try, he would never know. Better safe than sorry.
Do you want to go see a movie? Maybe we can get a bite to eat beforehand. –Blaine
But Blaine still wanted to try something. He turned off his desk light and sat on his bed, staring at a frame on the wall. "So – no goodnight kiss?"
How about goodnight make out session? "Goodnight, Blaine." A small fragment of a smile somehow found its way to Kurt's lips.
Kurt had his eyes closed and didn't see Blaine as he got up from his bed and make his way towards Kurt's. He didn't hear Blaine kneel down next to his bed, and he didn't feel his breathe as he slowly crept closer. Blaine placed a smooth, chaste kissed on Kurt's lips, lingering there for a few moments. Kurt was extremely stunned, however his eyes remained closed and he didn't pull away. His heart beat seemed to triple every second that Blaine's lips stayed on his. The kiss stayed light, their mouths barely touched. Blaine pulled away, breathing deep. Kurt's eyes finally opened, meeting Blaine's own hazel and green eyes.
"Goodnight Kurt." Blaine whispered as he watched Kurt's eyes, a few inches away. He placed another kiss on Kurt's forehead, this time being very quick. Blaine went back to his bed, sliding under his blanket. Kurt didn't even know what to think.
Yes! –Tom
Great, it's a date then. –Blaine
The next morning Kurt and Blaine did not speak to each other. Blaine got showered and dressed as quickly as possible, not wanting to get in Kurt's way. And Kurt went through his morning routine avoiding Blaine. They had three classes together, and they seemed to go throughout the day without having a real conversation with each other. The day went by awkwardly and things that should have been said were never voiced. The afternoon rolled around, and it was time for Warbler practice. Blaine was thirty minutes late. The Warblers had been practicing the new song for the day and already had the parts down.
"So sorry I'm late Wes, I just sort of lost track of time and –"Blaine rushed into the room, putting his shoulder bag on the floor next to a couch.
"Don't sweat it – it actually gave us some time to go over the harmonies." Wes said giving Blaine the sheet music.
"Suck up" muttered someone from the back of the room. Wes turned around and shot a glare behind him. Then he turned around again.
"Do you know it?"
"Sure do!"
"Awesome. Let's go!"
The warblers mimicked short piano hits, filling the room with sound.
Watching me like you never watch no one
Don't tell me that you didn't try and check out my bum
Cause I know that you did
Cause your friend told me that you liked it
Gave me those pearls and I thought they were ugly
Though you try to tell me that you never loved me
I know that you did
'Cause you said it and you wrote it down
Dancing at discos
Eating cheese on toast
Yeah you make me merry make me very very happy
But you obviously, you didn't want to stick around
Dancing at discos
Eating cheese on toast
Yeah you make me merry make me very very happy
But you obviously, you didn't want to stick around
So I learnt from you
Do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do
So I learnt form you
Do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do
Blaine sang his part alone, except for the "do do do da do do's" and "I can be alone's" that came every once in a while. Kurt thought that the Blaine show concept was getting old. The harmonies were very repetitive and a little part of Kurt wished he was back at New Directions, where you got your spot to shine in the sun at least once in a while. Here at Dalton, all the boys were in the shade while Blaine got his daily overdose of vitamin D.
I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone
I can watch a sunset on my own
Sitting in restaurants
Thought we were so grown up
But I know now that we were not the people
That we turned out to be
Blaine tried to sing to Kurt, to maybe give him one last chance to tell him his feelings before his date later. But as Blaine kept singing the song, he realized that maybe this wasn't the best song to free Kurt's feelings. So he decided to sing to Wes and Jeff instead. They playfully sang back their harmonies at him.
Chatting on the phone
Can't take back those hours
But I won't regret
'Cause you can grow flowers
From where dirt used to be
Dancing at discos
Eating cheese on toast
Yeah you make me merry make me very very happy
But you obviously, you didn't want to stick around
Dancing at discos
Eating cheese on toast
Yeah you make me merry make me very very happy
But you obviously, you didn't want to stick around
So I learnt from you
Do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do
So I learnt from you
Do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do
I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone
I can watch a sunset on my own
(Do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do)
I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone, yeah
I can watch a sunset on my own
I can be alone
I can watch a sunset on my own
(Do do do da do do do do do da do do do do do da do)
Kurt was in the dorm, packing some things in a duffel bag for the weekend. Blaine walked in and was a little sad when he saw him packing.
"Got any plans for the weekend?" Blaine opened his laptop, logging on to Facebook.
"I'm going to head back to Lima and have dinner with my family. Rachel wants to have a sleepover, so that should be fun. I'll probably be back on Sunday night, maybe earlier." Kurt said, while putting some of his skin creams in a toiletry bag.
"Oh cool, tell her I say hi."
"Mhmm." Kurt zippered the duffel closed and moved on to his desk. "How about you?"
"Um – actually – I have a date with Tom tonight." Blaine looked up at Kurt, wanting to see his expression.
"Oh – congratulations" Blaine could hear the disappointment in Kurt's voice. "So I'm guessing that he said yes."
"Yeah – he did. Hairspray's playing at a drive in theater not too far from here, we're gonna go see it."
Kurt had planned to stay at Dalton for another hour or so, but he couldn't take it anymore.
"Well I'm off! Have fun Blaine!" Kurt put his duffel bag around his shoulder, grabbed his keys and turned around. Blaine had stood up to give Kurt a hug. Kurt hesitated for a moment, before walking over to Blaine and returning the hug. Kurt was ready to break the embrace, but Blaine held Kurt closer. Oh please don't. Blaine placed a kiss on Kurt's head before backing away. The feel of Blaine's lips on his skin gave Kurt chills. Why can't you realize what those kinds of things do to me?
"Have a good weekend, Kurt" Kurt gave Blaine a quick forced smile before quickly walking out the door.
The Hummel's were sitting at the dinner table, near the end of the meal. Finn was impatiently waiting for dessert, while the rest of the family was still eating the main course.
"Is Blaine a clean roomie? I know how you like to keep your areas very – spotless." said Carol, who was sitting at one of the head sides of the table, opposite Burt.
"Yeah, how are you doing with that? You've always been a neat freak." said Burt, scooping up another bit of rice.
"Hey! I've always admired Kurt's hygiene habits. I think the word 'neat freak' is a bit much. They could be way worse." Carol responded.
"…like Miss Pillsbury for example…" Kurt chimed in.
"Doesn't she like – sterilize her fruit with baby wipes or something? I mean for a guidance counselor she's pretty psycho."
"They're towlettes Finn, but yes, she does." Kurt raised an eyebrow, "The woman needs therapy. Blaine is pretty tidy himself, but he still leaves a few things around."
"That must be awesome, sharing a room with one of your closest friends." Finn said, smiling towards Kurt.
"Hey, there better not be any funny business going on." said Burt, sort of accusingly.
"Don't worry Dad," Kurt a hand through his hair "nothing's happening."
"Good, or else that Anderson boy would get a kick in the ass."
"Oh my god." Kurt hid his face in embarrassment. Sort of the way he did when his father had given him "the talk". They finished dinner and dessert shortly after. Kurt asked his parents if it was alright for him to stay at Rachel's for the night. Once they agreed, Kurt quickly packed a few things and headed for Rachel's.
Wow, this is taking a lot longer than I expected. There were like 5 more scenes I had planned to fit into this chapter, but that would take FOREVER. So I guess you'll just have to wait a little while for the good stuff. And trust me… it's going to be good! I had to write all this previous stuff to build up to it and then I realized that it was getting wayyyyy too long. So much Klaine coming up. So the next chapter is going to be EPIC….i just have to write it. (: please don't kill me.