Oh look at that, I pooped out another chapter.
'Blaine…' Kurt thought to himself as he sat comfortably on his sofa, not paying attention to the football game that his dad was entirely engrossed in. The name refused to leave his mind ever since the boy in question had cheerfully introduced himself earlier that day. Maybe it was the fact that he was available and gay that made Kurt unable to stop thinking about him, or perhaps it was simply because he was the most amazingly good looking guy he'd ever seen. Kurt couldn't decide as he sighed to himself, knowing that he was being ridiculous, Blaine didn't actually know him; he had met Kirsty, not Kurt.
The entire experience at Crawford had left Kurt visibly drained as he considered everything that had happened and Burt glanced worriedly over at him several times, breaking eye contact with the television set.
"Hey kiddo, you okay?" he asked, finally bringing up the matter. "You're not acting yourself, bad day at school?"
Kurt looked up, as his thoughts were interrupted before shaking his head in response.
"School's fine dad, I'm just exhausted that's all." He smiled reassuringly yet Burt was not convinced.
"Those bullies still harassing you?" Burt pressed whilst his son merely shrugged
"No more than usual, I'm okay, really," Kurt replied honestly.
"You know you can tell me anything buddy, if something's up I want you to let me know." Kurt smiled again at his dad.
"I know."
The two sat in silence once more as Burt refocused his attention back towards the game. Kurt considered what his father had said as his mind wandered back to the shiny black plaques he had admired back at Crawford.
"Dad…" he said quietly as his father one again turned to look at him. "You never told me that mom went to Crawford Country Day…" Burt blinked several times before smiling brightly.
"Crawford Country Day, now that's something I haven't heard in a long time. Yeah, Your mom attended there, she was even a senior-"
"A senior prefect, I know," Kurt finished as Burt stared in confusion at his son
"How do you know all this?" he questioned and Kurt's eyes grew wide as he had to come up with a lie.
"I…went online and found their website. Their glee club is competing against us at sectionals this year so I did a little research," Kurt lied hesitantly as Burt laughed.
"Well make sure you destroy them, your mother hated those glee girls!" Kurt's grin widened as he found himself immensely relieved. His father then proceeded to explain some of the stories that he could remember her telling him countless years ago. Kurt loved how happy his Dad seemed in retelling them and the two reminisced until past midnight, Burt's football game and Kurt's homework entirely abandoned.
The next day, Kurt stood at his locker at McKinley tiredly, attempting to locate his History book within the cluttered space.
"So!" Rachel's eager voice interrupted Kurt's intense concentration as he stood at his locker, gazing into the void of books. "What did you find out my little spy?" she asked bluntly, getting straight to the point.
"Rachel, I've been to one rehearsal, be patient!" he exclaimed, finding his history book hidden beneath an emergency spare set of clothes.
"Kurt, I want to know everything, every little detail and the only way for that to happen is if you report to me every morning, now spill." Kurt rolled his eyes as he shut his locker and faced Rachel, who had a notepad and pen in hand. He racked his brain as he attempted to recall the events of Monday afternoon that didn't involve his mother or Blaine…
"Uhm… They're called the Crawford Cantata. And they don't have a teacher to lead the club like we do, they have one elected student who makes all the decisions and song choices, her name's Amy and you do not want to get on her bad side," Kurt explained as Rachel's pen came to life, making a note of everything. "They haven't yet decided on a set-list for sectionals but we did rehearse Everybody by Ingrid Michaelson so many times I think I could perform it in my sleep now," he explained, pausing to allow Rachel to write.
"How was it? I mean, were they good?" Kurt nodded in response as Rachel looked anxious.
"They had three main leads who sung the verses accompanied by a mixture of a cappella voices and instruments. Though their rendition of the song wasn't exactly…what you'd expect. They increased the tempo and sang it with so much sass it was unbelievable but…it was pretty good." Rachel scribbled down the information at lightning speed as Kurt struggled to find any more useful information to relay.
"Anything else?" Rachel asked, taking her eyes away from her notes to scan Kurt who shook his head in reply. "Okay, same time same place tomorrow? I'll let the others know everything you told me in glee today," she said by means of farewell as she departed. As he started in the direction of his first class, Kurt willingly allowed his mind to once again drift towards Blaine. Blaine who was actually gay. Blaine, whom Kurt may have even had a chance with if it wasn't for his stupid disguise.
For the second time that day, Kurt's train of thought was interrupted as Mercedes strolled next to him.
"What's that look for?" she asked curiously as she caught Kurt unaware.
"What look?" he replied, feigning innocence, though Mercedes was having none of it.
"Come on Kurt, I know that look. It's the look you get whenever you're thinking of a guy you like, now spill, what exactly happened on your little espionage yesterday?" she demanded, linking their arms together through habit.
"I don't know what you're talking about. How could I have possibly met a guy at an all girl's school Mercedes, honestly!" he countered, knowing there was no point telling Mercedes about Blaine. It would be best if he could just forget about him seeing as there was next to no hope of them being together and considering he was technically the enemy, being Catherine's brother. Mercedes would probably just tell him the same thing if she knew anyway.
The girl eyed him with suspicion, not entirely believing his story but deciding to drop it anyway.
"So," she said brightly, changing the subject, "tell me about Crawford."
Telling Rachel and Mercedes about the Crawford Cantata had reminded Kurt that he was in fact there to spy and on the way back to the all girl's school later that day, he made a mental note to try not to get too friendly with Catherine. She may be the only member to have a shred of decency but she was still the opposition.
His aim was to get information, not friends.
Kurt parked and once again made his way into the school building, moments before the final bell went. Retracing his steps from the day before, he managed to find the rehearsal room just as some of the others, whose names he had yet to learn, were warming up their voices. The band member sat together in the same corner as the previous day and it was quite obvious that the two groups of students didn't interact. Regardless, Kurt smiled to them as he entered before joining the others to warm up.
Amy arrived shortly, followed by Catherine. Both seemed to be in a dispute but it was difficult to be sure as their voices remained calm, much like the day before when Kurt had first approached them. He attempted to hear what they were arguing over as it may prove valuable information to supply to Rachel the following morning.
"…can't blame me, she left because she wanted to," he heard, assuming they were talking about the blonde girl from the day before, Steph he recalled. "Why would I talk her into leaving the club, she's my best friend!"
"And now the drama club has her, you know that I can't stand them." Amy said still politely yet the malice beneath her tone was obvious.
"Well perhaps if you treated her like a person she might not have left," Catherine countered sourly, dropping the polite façade. Amy turned on her heel to face the dark haired girl, glaring menacingly yet she dropped the matter, marching away to direct the club.
With Amy clearly in a foul mood, Kurt found himself dreading rehearsal and with good reason. She entirely scrapped the choreography that they had rehearsed endlessly the day before much to everyone's dismay and had everyone create a new routine as well as introducing two new songs to learn before the day was finished.
Kurt exited the room utterly drained. The Crawford Cantata's style was extremely different to that of New Directions and Kurt found himself missing the improvised dance moves they would come up with. Though they rehearsed to perfection, Crawford's dancing felt hollow, this was certainly information that Rachel would be pleased to hear.
Upon leaving the rehearsal room, Kurt made his way back to the car park, relieved that his second day of spying had passed relatively quickly and wanting nothing more than to leave.
"Hey Kirsty, wait up!" called Catherine as Kurt cursed himself for not walking faster. "I'm so in need of some caffeine right now, wanna go grab a coffee?" She asked cheerfully despite the brutal rehearsal they had just endured. Kurt was just about to decline, reminding himself that he mustn't get to friendly, before she continued, "I'm meeting up with Blaine again, it'll be nice to hang out with the three of us!"
Kurt knew he shouldn't. He had told himself to distance himself from these girls but…Just one coffee wouldn't hurt, would it? Besides after this week he was never going to see Catherine or Blaine again, might as well make the most of it…right? Kurt reasoned as Catherine looked expectantly towards him.
The thought of seeing Blaine again and actually having a chance at a real conversation made Kurt's heart race excitedly. But no, he shouldn't. He really shouldn't.
But he was weak.
20 minutes later, Kurt found himself sitting in The Lima Bean waiting awkwardly as Catherine ordered their drinks. There were two reasons for him being uncomfortable; the first was that at this particular coffee house, anyone could come in and potentially recognize him, the second being the fact that the man sitting opposite was spectacularly gorgeous.
Kurt was extremely alert, eyes shooting towards the door every time someone entered. What was he thinking? How had this seemed like a good idea? Yet, as he was planning his escape, Blaine finally broke the silence, eliminating all of his past doubts.
"So, Catherine says you sing in the Cantata?" he said for the purpose of a conversation starter, his voice kind and his tone extremely dapper. Kurt nodded in reply and smiled, answering with an enthusiastic "yeah!" Blaine smiled back and Kurt simply sat and admired the gentle feature on the other boys face, conveying so much warmth and friendliness in a simple grin.
"I sing in my school's club too," Blaine continued. Kurt felt it was impossible to admire him any more than he did but his heart fluttered simply thinking about him sing.
"Oh really? What school do you go to?" Kurt replied as Blaine laughed.
"I thought the uniform would have made it obvious!" He said, pulling at his red trimmed lapel "I go to Dalton Academy." Kurt blushed but his embarrassment was short-lived as Catherine returned holding three cups of coffee and taking a seat.
The three talked for at least an hour, the conversation smoothly flowing between musicals, fashion and school and soon enough, Kurt found himself feeling entirely comfortable in their company. He was aware not to reveal anything about himself though they didn't ask many personal questions. Kurt found himself aching, knowing that after this week their friendship will cease to exist, particularly as he learned more and more about Blaine; He was a member of the Dalton Academy Warblers, was just as protective over his hair as Kurt was thus wore copious amounts of gel, had a weird obsession with Disney songs…Little things about him that Kurt was unable to keep from infesting his mind.
He knew he was being ridiculous and anyone else would tell him the same thing. Yet somehow, with Blaine, Kurt felt himself, albeit a female version of himself who had to keep his real identity a secret. Okay, yes, he was definitely being ridiculous but when Blaine smiled at him, which he did a lot, he simply felt indescribably safe.
The bell above the door chimed as another customer entered, yet Kurt had become entirely engrossed in conversation and had completely forgotten his paranoia therefore had ceased checking for anyone who might recognize him. He didn't notice his best friend stop in her tracks as she witnessed him laughing with the two private school students.
He did notice however as his phone vibrated, signaling a text from Mercedes.
What the hell are you doing?
Kurt frowned at the message for a good 15 seconds before it hit him that she must have seen him.
Crap.
His mind raced, searching for any possible excuse. Before he could compose a reply however, his phone vibrated a second time in his hands.
He is cute though ;) xox
Hmm, not sure about this chapter, it's kinda filler-ish, more plot will be coming soon I promise! 8D
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