I know this took WAY WAY WAY WAY WAY too long, I have just become unreleased by a horrible case of writers block and decided to write another chapter for you guys :) I hope you like this one but I have never been to NY before so I am sorry to those who have/live there if I get it wrong but I will be going in February with my school, but I could not let this wait for another 5 months.
This chapter was a bit of a hard one to write for me as I wanted it to be longer than my usual 3-4 pages, but I hope it is okay. Please leave a review as I would love to hear what you think of this! :)
I would also love to apologise for my awful auto corrects on word in the last chapter, so if anything sounded dodgy to you I will hit my laptop -_-
Blaine POV
Did that just happen? I rolled my phone around in my hands recalling the interesting 'conversation' I had with Kurt just 5 minutes ago.
EARLIER THAT EIVENING FLASHBACK
There I was after eating probably the best burger I have ever had in my life chilling with the warblers and waving and smiling to all the fans stuck outside the hotel pressed up against the glass in the pouring rain with handmade banners, flags, pictures of us and album covers and not being aloud in because of security measures.
Then receiving that long awaited phone call to the man I truly adore Kurt. I had to excuse myself from dinner and to the fans I headed up to the lobby and then pressed the button for the lift to head to my room so I could speak to Kurt alone. I wanted to invite him over to my room so we could have a proper catch up alone without interruptions from anybody. I had a plan forming in my mind, I would invite him over, offer him a few drinks at the bar and hopefully get him smashed off his face before leading him up to my room and telling him to spill.
I felt like such a genius. I pulled out my key card and swiped the lock; the gentle ping of the door unlocking signalled my time to put my second plan into action; Blaine Warbler was going to get down and dirty with Hummel. I picked up my phone and scrolled through my ever so many and growing contact list until I found the number Kurt gave me and pressed the green key. I leaned onto the window ledge and gazed down at times square, looking at all the tiny little people just going about their little business without a care in the world. Some would be going to families, friends or lovers and somewhere out there was Kurt. And I was planning on making him mine.
PRESENT TIME
I placed my phone back onto the desk and stumbled over to my bed, my ears were still ringing from the satisfying scream that little Kurt Kindly demonstrated on the phone but I had to clear my mind. He was going to come here tomorrow and I had to focus on the plan and try to make him happy. If shopping was what he wanted, he would get it and I was sure that my no limits all pre-paid for card from my father will surly satisfy his very expensive need to keep up with this seasons fashions.
I awoke to the sound of a loud knocking on my door
"Oi Blainey Boy" Wes cracked " get up man, it is like 10 am and we have to be going soon" He banged the door again even louder this time "Open the door Anderson or I will have to get David in there, and you know what David is like in the mornings. Pure hell, now hurry the fuck up and get your gay little arse over to this door now"
"Fuck you Wes" I shouted before rolling out of bed and onto the floor with a loud thud causing my lamp and phone top fall on the floor. I had a message.
From Kurt
HI Blaine
Just wanted to confirm, I will be at yours by 12 to go fabulous shopping and btw don't even think about paying...
Damn, I almost forgot. I ran to the door and flung it wide open. "WES IM HERE!" but Wes didn't seem too impressed as he stood cowering against the wall with his hands over his face
"Dude! I know your gay and that but I'm not. Cover up!" I glanced down quickly before closing my door so it was ajar in complete shock "SORRY WES!" I shouted loudly
"Yes well be ready by 12, we are going to meet fans"
"No can do, I am meeting Kurt for a little catch up now go away before I come out and smack you!"
"That was very undapper Blaniey!"
"Dapper my arse" I muttered before slamming the door and replying to Kurt's text
To: Kurt
Sure, be in the lobby. BEWARE screaming girls abay...and I am not arguing about who is paying, it's me or no shopping. Besides I highly doubt and air steward gets paid enough money to afford that new Channel coat you have always wanted... ;)
From: Kurt
How very dare you insult my job Mr. Anderson? It pays me well so don't knock it or I will have to ask Wes for that gravel to knock your head later.
CRAP. The last time I got hit by gravel was when I accidently squeezed Wes' arse whilst playing an incredibly stupid game of guess who in the dark. I thought it was Kurt. Bad move. I had felt a huge crack ripple through my body as the gravel hit my head and that was never going to happen again. Ever.
I rooted through my wardrobe that I packed; no I defiantly could not wear my uniform; was a suit too formal? Okay well I have a stripy black and white polo with a pink bow tie and creamy white trousers with brogues. That will have to do.
I hurried to breakfast and plonked myself next to Wes
"So as I heard through all of your truly colourful language you will be taking out air hostess, we have to give him a proper greeting. Like on the plane"
"If you mean by humping him again against an emergency exit then no we don't"
"Awhh come on Blaine, I know he loved it" David winked at me
"He certainly did not, although our strange impromptu performance of Air Hostess seemed to get him in the mood!"
"Oh shut up" I growled under my breath
"Awh come on Blaine. We were just having a bit of a laugh"
"At Kurt's expecse.I don't find that very funny do you? And yes I am in fucking love with Kurt. He is a beautiful, most selfless delicate boy I have ever met in my whole life so lay off him!" I roared at the table before pushing my chair back and storming back into the hotel lobby. I slumped on a chair and hung my hands in my hands. Where did that come from? That was just shocking behaviour even for me and especially in a public place. What was I thinking?
I face palmed myself over and over again until a concerned looking women placed her hand on my shoulder
"Are you okay young man? Do you need a doctor, are you sick?"
"No. But thank you for your concern" I smiled thankfully to her and watched her walk off out of the hotel, past the barriers where fans were beginning to gather around the hotel once again with their banners for the warblers to sign. How in the world was I going to walk past with Kurt with everyone out there? Suddenly I had a plan.
To: Kurt
A bit of a fan problem here. Could I meet you somewhere else less...fanny?
From: Kurt
Sure, meet me outside Dunkin' Doughnuts & Baskin-Robbins, 5th Av instead. We can grab a coffee and hopefully sit and chat a bit before we hit the shops.
To: Kurt
Sounds great, see you there ;)
I glanced down at my watch, damn, it is still 11. I wondered back into the dining room to see the rest of the warblers happily chatting to each other. I cleared my throat loudly causing them to turn round and look at me; faintly in the background I heard Jeff humming airhostess before Trent slapped him. I coughed again before I began
"Fellow Warblers, I would like to apologise for my truly un-dapper behaviour earlier"
"No sweat Blaine" Jeff shouted
"Well, as you all still truly love me, who wants to go and meet some fans?"
At quarter to 12 exactly I stood outside the doughnut store wearing a Dalton Academy red and blue hooded jumper, with the hood up, my favourite black skinny jeans and some converses. I was nervous glancing around to see if anyone had recognised me, but in all the hustle of the shoppers I was safe. I took a deep breath in and push the door open before glancing around at the tables to see where Kurt was, he was not here yet and the place was pretty crowded with young adults and tourists so this was a pretty bad idea of Kurt's but I weaved around them and managed to find a seat in the corner of the room sandwiched between the wall and the utensils stand. I kept my head down twiddling my thumbs in anticipation; please no one recognise me I murmured over and over again under my breath in a hope that my stupid wish would come true.
I felt my phone vibrate underneath my hoodie so I pulled it out and checked who it was
From: Kurt
Hey, I'm inside and its pretty crowded right/ maybe this was not such a good idea after all...where are you?
To Kurt:
In the far corner and no I am not the homeless looking man sitting in the corner before you ask; although I look a mess...it's my secret disguise ;)
I heard a distant piercing laugh that tingled in the air and flow to my ears despite the noise and all I knew was that Kurt was here and looking for me. I heard a sudden excuse me and I looked up on the towering figure that was beaming down at me
"Blaine!" It laughed loudly before pulling me up into a tight hug
"Shhh Kurt!" I whispered in his ear "keep your voice down. I don't want to be spotted" I nuzzled into his neck sucking softly
"Ahrgh Blaine, not in here and beside wont me making noises attract more attention"
"Sorry Kurt, your skin looked so smooth and soft and just delicious...And you're right I'm sorry" I looked sheepishly at Kurt
"Oh stop apologising!" Kurt smacked my arm playfully laughing before sitting down and running his hands through his hair
"I would like to apologise for my behaviour last night Blaine, I didn't know what I was doing and well I lost my control a bit and I didn't wasn't you to feel uncomfortable at all in any way"
"You didn't Kurt, in fact you took me by surprise as I haven't heard you scream like that in ages and it was hot actually"
"You think that Blaine?"
"Yeah I do. Kurt I have never..."
"Stopped Loving..."
"You."
"Okay that was so weird" Kurt laughed taking a deep breath before continuing with his speech "so where does this leave us right now?"
"Well Kurt, you know how I feel about you so Kurt, will you be my boyfriend?" but before he could answer I had noticed everyone in the shop was staring at the two of us in shock. They knew who I was and they were going to act fast. I felt the top of my head and realised that my hooded jumper had fallen off. Oh crap.
"Kurt" I whispered quietly "We need to go. On the count of 3 we are going to charge, take my hand okay?"
"One...two...three!" I shouted as we pushed through the crowd with our elbows trying to find the exit of the shop as soon as possible and it was like another incident of the plane, but bigger and worse. They just could not keep away from me. I heard the flashes of cameras and the scream of the girls as I flung both of us out the door and ran down one of the busiest streets in New York, hand in hand with the boy I love.
I pulled Kurt into a side street and leant down clutching my knees gasping for breath ".hell Kurt, I'm so sorry about that again. I already knew what went down on the plane but this was so bad"
"It's fine honestly Blaine, I will have to get used to it if I hang out with my Boyfriend more often"
"What did you say Kurt?"
"Boyfriend" he crossed his arm smugly and gave me her 'bitch please stare'
"Oh Kurt" I grabbed him by the wrists and pulled him in for a totally cliché but soft and slow kiss "My boyfriend will have to get used to it then"