A/N: As I am typing chapter 6 right now, I decided to post chapter 3 before I start getting death threats. I do check all the grammar, punctuation and re-read the chapter before posting but there will be quite a few mistakes - like when I was editing I realised it has 'left' instead of 'felt'. -facepalm. This chapter is my first near sexy encounter! HUZZAH! Klainers gone Klaine.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, if I did - I would have been Rachel during BIOTA... who wouldn't want to kiss Darren Criss?
Kurt sat in the audience smiling as he watched Blaine on stage. He looked so at home performing. Why was he a talent scout? He should be the talent.
Kurt swayed a little as he heard Blaine tinker his fingers delicately over the piano keys after singing 'California King Bed' with a bashful woman who went by the name of 'Sarah' but noted several times, that everyone could call her 'Sazzle'.
Blaine was looking pretty tired right now. He hopped off the stage, after giving Sarah a long hug - mostly because she refused to let go - and made his way toward Kurt. He rested on the chair across from Kurt, and watched as the brunette sat forward.
"Tell me about yourself!" He gave Blaine a genuinely interested smile and waited for Blaine to talk. Blaine thought about it for a second.
"Well my surnames Anderson. My favourite colours are blue and orange - although I would never wear them together. I play seven instruments. I'm a talent scout, because I like helping people achieve their dreams. I have 2 younger sisters, 1 elder brother and I was in my school choir at Dalton Academy!" He wasn't buzzing from his drink anymore. Kurt didn't seem to be either. "And you?" He crossed his arms on the table, and rested his jaw on them.
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. Don't ask. I came to New York to live my dreams - didn't happen. Why have one favourite colour, when you can have many, eh? I play no instruments, unless you count a sewing machine. I can design and make clothes. It takes a ton and a half of will power for me not to say what I'm thinking. I have a stepbrother - Finn - and we were both in my schools glee club. The New Directions from McKinley" Blaine turned to look at Kurt and noticed the adoration twinkle in his eyes. He must have loved that club.
"You know what's funny; I think we both might've been in sectionals together. I was the lead." Kurt glanced at Blaine and smiled. He remembered nudging Mercedes and whispering about how 'sexy, ompf' the lead was. He had grown with his looks but was still gorgeous.
"I remember you; I remember nudging my friend and talking about how good looking you were!" Kurt's eyes widened as Blaine let out a low laugh, "What did I say about it being hard for me to stop myself from spewing words?" And Kurt started laughing too.
It was 10am, when Blaine fell out of his bed. Literally, fell. Along with a load of his blankets. He grabbed the side of his bed, and pulled himself up. He ran a hand through his mane and reached down to scratch his thigh. Wait, what? He was naked. Ah. Fuck. Where was the other body? There was no one else on the bedroom, let alone the bed.
He gazed around the room and pulled a pair of boxers on. There was definitely someone here though; he could hear the sound of the shower. Good to know, they made themselves at home. The Raven started picking up clothes from the floor. Separating them into piles, his and theirs. He bent down and saw something sparkle out of the corner of his eye. He picked up a small piece of metal,
Kurt
KURT? WHAT? He remembered getting drunk, kissing him drunkenly for hours, singing a song with him - thanks to Wes and David - and then sobering up. He put the piece of metal on the table next to the window and sat on the bed. Had they gotten drunk again? Well obviously, silly question. He would've remembered if they were sober. He tried to remember what exactly happened but his head so cloudy it hurt to think for too long. He had a painful migraine but was trying to ignore it. The curly haired man pulled a shirt over his head and slid some joggers on and made his way to the medicine cupboard. He felt so dirty. Part of him was wondering whether he smelt like sex or not.
Blaine sat on his kitchen desktop, slowly recovering from his hangover. A glass of migraine reducing drugs in his left hand, and a cup of strong coffee in the other. He was starting to get worried. The water still hadn't stopped running. How long does a sane person need to shower? The Raven swigged back his glass of watery drugs, much like he did with the beer last night, and sipped silently at his coffee.
The water stopped and Blaine's heart did too. This could be awkward.
He heard the hum, before he saw the person the light-hearted melody belonged too. Kurt made his way into the kitchen. Blaine looked up and gave him a slight nod. He wondered how Kurt knew he'd be in the kitchen. How Kurt knew where the kitchen was. Ohmigod. EW!
He nearly fell off the desktop.
"You okay?" Kurt asked, staring him down with his piercing eyes. Blaine was quick to nod.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just had a thought." Before Blaine could stop himself, he blurted a question out, "How did you know this was the kitchen?"
Do I really want to know?
"Erm, obviously you don't remember anything?" Kurt raised his perfect eyebrows and gave Blaine a sidelong glance as he poured himself some coffee. Definitely made himself at home. The Raven shook his head. "Well, we came in at like one. I was slightly tipsy, and you were just full on wasted! You had thrown up about three times so I decided to walk you up. When we were through the door, you gave me a tour of your house, whilst giggling like a crazy person. You started crying and saying your life sucked, and then you kissed me." Kurt looked down; he had flushed a brilliant pink and took long sips of his coffee. "I was sober enough to remember everything, but not enough to push you away." Now it was Blaine's turn to go pink.
"I'm sorry Kurt" He shook his head.
"You have nothing to be sorry about. You might have to disinfect your house though. It smells like sex. And so do you…" Part of Blaine cheered at the 'sex smell', the other cringed. Was it really that bad?
"Do I smell that bad?" He inquired just about audible enough for the brunette to hear. Kurt let out a giggle. It was very, very seductive.
"No, it's a good smell... Right. So I better go…" The brunette swallowed the last of his coffee and grinned at Blaine. "Thanks for a great night, Blaine. My numbers in your phone if you need anything. I didn't realise I'd be coming home with you, so we swapped numbers," Blaine watched as Kurt gestured with his free hand, "Wes and David left along time before us. Wes was muttering about a CD signing and David was yelling insults at anything that breathed. You have some friends Blaine…" Kurt giggled again, setting his cup down. Blaines heart swelled, he needed to say something before this 'talent' left his grasp and fell into someone else's.
"I'll be calling you later anyway, this may seem completely cliché but I've been dying to saying it from day one of this job: I'm going to make you a star! Teach you everything I know. Which isn't much, but enough. I'm a pretty amazing person actually. Don't let the hair fool you!" Blaine rubbed his chin, his fingers gliding across his stubble. He watched Kurt's eyes dance. They were cheerful. Many artists said it was hardest to draw eyes - that was why. You had to get them perfectly, capture them at the right moment, or they would look out of place. Kurt's eyes were special. Colour and all. The way you could notice any emotion he felt, just by glancing upon them.
He didn't know Kurt very well, but after one long night together, he was determined to keep this friendship blooming.
Huh huh? Whatcha thinking babycakesys? I'm jamming to '4 minutes' from Glee - because Kurt is like PHWOAR! And if you feel like having your ovaries explode, YouTube; 'Jealousy - Darren Criss'. He sings this incredibly high part and its like ZOMG! -gasm. LOLOL. Right, so review. I'm open to opinions and I'm not a rude person I SHAN'T BE OFFENDED by criticism.