Sooooo sorry about the wait guys! D:
I had a bit of a busy week and I needed to sort out the timeline for this fic because I managed to confuse myself (but that's not really hard)
I'm just making excuses now aren't I?
"So are you gonna tell me about this guy or what?" Mercedes urged that evening as the two sat on Kurt's bed, eating popcorn and watching Moulin Rouge.
"There's nothing to tell Mercedes, really," Kurt replied, not daring to look at her in case his eyes gave him away. He knew that his new found obsession with Blaine could only lead to disaster. Despite only having known him for a little over a day, Kurt's mind refused to let go of the perfect image of his flawless smile that he had memorized that afternoon in The Lima Bean. No, forgetting all about Blaine would be best and gushing to Mercedes all about him would be the wrong way to go about that.
"Boy, don't you dare lie to me!" she said smiling, trying to get him to look at her. "You come to school with a look on your face as if you've just won a million dollars and then the very same day I happen to catch you on a coffee date with some guy? A very attractive guy, might I add." Kurt ignored her, focusing on the movie that was playing on his laptop, though not really paying attention to that either.
"Fine," Mercedes continued after Kurt's lack of a response. "Well if you really have no interest then maybe I'll try my luck with him." She smirked as Kurt's head whipped round to finally face her.
"He's gay Mercedes."
"Well I got your attention at least," she said, the smirk still planted on her face. "Come on Kurt! You go for coffee with an attractive gay guy and you're telling me there's nothing going on? You like him at least, right?" Kurt looked down in silence as Mercedes awaited an answer.
"Yeah," he said sadly, looking intently at his bed sheets. "And he's like…perfect," Kurt continued. He couldn't think a more suited adjective to describe him with. "We talked non-stop yesterday about Vogue and…and musicals…and I may have found someone to rival my obsession with RENT," he explained, sounding oddly excited and depressed at the same time.
"So what's stopping you?" Mercedes asked incredulously.
"Mercedes, he thinks I'm a girl!"
"So find a way to meet him as Kurt, not Kirsty," she offered, as if this was obvious.
"Easier said than done. Anyway, he'd almost certainly recognize me," he finished, hoping to put the conversation to rest.
"Are you questioning mine and Tina's makeover skills? He won't recognize you! Come on, what have you got to lose?" Mercedes pushed.
"My dignity?"
"Kurt I am not gonna let you let this opportunity pass by! You deserve someone, and if you let him get away just because of Rachel's stupid plan I'll never talk to either of you again." Kurt huffed in response. He wanted to believe his friend was right but his doubts persistently clouded his mind. The two sat in silence, the only noise coming from the abandoned laptop and the movie continuing to play, unwatched.
Mercedes glanced over to Kurt who was resumed looking sadly down at his bed linens, holding his legs up to his chest. She simply couldn't sit by and watch Kurt do nothing about this guy though she did understand his doubts.
"What's his name?" Mercedes asked softly.
"Blaine."
"Blaine…?"
"Anderson." The girl smiled, making a mental note of the name before she dropped the matter and the two continued watching what was left of the movie.
When Mercedes got home at around 8pm, she refused her parent's offer of dinner and instead hurried straight to her bedroom. Sitting on her bed, she loaded up her laptop and went directly to Facebook.
Account, logout.
She was taken to the homepage and 'Welcome to Facebook' filled the screen as she navigated herself to the sign up page. Remembering the name that Kurt had told her for his disguise that day, she began to fill out the details
First Name: Kirsty
Last Name: Moore
Mercedes typed in the details at lightning speed. She entered her own email address and created a password before submitting. She then proceeded to invent some personal details about Kurt's character in order to fill the about me section and added herself as a friend.
Lastly, she searched her computer for the photos she and Tina had taken when they had first put together Kurt's disguise and uploaded a profile picture. Kurt was smiling but not looking directly at the camera as the picture had been taken.
Kirsty Moore was now a member of Facebook.
The final thing on Mercedes' list was an easy task. She clicked the search bar and entered the name she had memorized from that evening
Blaine Anderson
Sure enough, on the first page of results, was a picture of the very same boy she had caught at the Lima Bean that afternoon, casually chatting with Kurt or Kirsty technically. He was smiling over-dramatically and wearing a pair of yellow sunglasses. She clicked on his profile and swiftly sent him a friend request.
Smiling at phase one of her mission being accomplished, Mercedes leaned back against her pillows and waited.
"Hey, David," Blaine broke the comfortable silence that had befallen their dorm room as he sat at his desk, finishing some last minute homework, his blazer hanging of the back of his chair and his tie loose. The other boy, lying comfortably on his bed, held a text book above his face in an attempt to study.
"Mmhm?" he replied, eyes staying glued to his book.
"This is probably going to sound really weird but…" Blaine paused, unsure whether he should continue. David sensed his apprehension and put the book aside in order to listen to his friend.
"What's up?" he asked, concerned.
"It's just that…do you think…Is it possible to like both boys and girls?" Blaine asked, his brows furrowing as David simply laughed at him.
"Yeah Blaine, I'm pretty sure the term is bisexual," David answered grinning, how could Blaine seriously not know this? He thought to himself.
"Yeah but…I don't feel bisexual," Blaine replied, shrugging whilst David stared at him confusedly.
"What the hell does being bisexual feel like exactly…?" he asked, obviously amused by Blaine's problem.
"I don't know but…I've always felt so sure of my sexuality and well…proud I guess. And now I just don't know what the hell is going on," Blaine sighed.
"So who is she then?" David asked, jumping to the obvious conclusion. "She's obviously super-hot if she's making you question your sexuality Blaine," he smirked and Blaine groaned, wishing he never brought it up.
"It's not that she's hot…or ugly, I…I dunno I've never really judged a girl in that way before. We just have so much in common and I honestly can't tell what it is I feel towards her…" Blaine rested his hands behind his head as David looked at a loss.
"Maybe you should try dating her?" he suggested but Blaine shook his head.
"She's one of Catherine's friends from Crawford. If things don't work out or if it turns out I am gay then…it could be a little awkward." Blaine sighed as David shrugged, unable to offer any advice.
"Well, speaking of Crawford Country Day," David changed the subject. "I was considering proposing to Wes the idea of The Warblers doing a performance to their glee club this week. We only ever perform to the guys at Dalton or old folks at nursing homes and I was thinking we need some feedback on our sex appeal."
"Sure yeah, whatever," Blaine replied, turning back to his homework. His laptop was left switched on beside his school books and Blaine noticed in the corner of his eye a little red number 1 at the top of his Facebook page.
Kirsty Moore has sent you a friend request.
Blaine smiled to himself and accepted before clicking on to her profile. She only had a few pictures and just one friend besides himself; perhaps she was new to Facebook?
Blaine Anderson has accepted your friend request
Success! Mercedes thought to herself as phase two of her plan had been completed. She cracked her fingers and opened up a chat window with Blaine, wasting no time.
Kirsty: Hey!
There was only a moment's pause before a reply came through.
Blaine: Hey! :D
Kirsty: Today was awesome, you're pretty cool ;)
Blaine: haha yeah it was!
and thanks, you too!
Kirsty: soooo, I was wondering…
would you totally hate me if I set you up on a blind date with my friend?
He's really cool, I think you'd have a lot in common with him!
Mercedes waited anxiously for the reply as she sent her message.
"Uh oh," Blaine said, interrupting David once again from his studying.
"What's wrong?" David answered, not seeming to mind. Blaine stared at the screen, unsure how to reply.
"Catherine…must have told her I'm gay," he sighed again, still not looking at his friend. "She's trying to set me up with some guy."
"Owch," David replied.
"Whatdoidowhatdoidowhatdoido?" David walked over and clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder as Blaine stared in panic at his laptop, realizing he still hadn't replied.
"I think you should accept, you're still at least bisexual anyway," David offered as he tried to help Blaine out.
"But-"
"You said yourself you don't want to go out with this girl because it will make things awkward. Just go out with this other guy, see how you feel and come to terms with whether or not you're gay, bisexual or whatever," David explained, imparting wisdom that Blaine was unaware he even had. "If you still feel like you might have feelings for...whatsername then you can take things from there." Blaine smiled in response. David's plan did sound logical, he might even enjoy himself on this blind date anyway though he still couldn't help but feel sceptical.
"Thanks David," Blaine said, grateful for his advice either way and turned back to his laptop.
Mercedes sat with her laptop for a good ten minutes after she had sent her last message. Had she been too forward? Blaine had only known Kirsty since Monday, she'd probably just completely freaked him out. Mercedes' doubts however were eliminated when she heard the familiar sound that announced a new message.
Blaine: um, okay, I guess that would be cool haha
Mercedes whooped at the reply, pumping her fist into the air as if it was herself that had just gotten a date. Phase three was complete. All that was left was to tell Blaine the date and the time and hope that Kurt wouldn't murder her…
No. Kurt would be on his knees thanking her with all that he had once he returned from his date that was scheduled for Wednesday evening. Yes it was short notice and yes it was on a weekday, but that just gave Kurt less time to back out.
Proud of her work, Mercedes began browsing Blaine's Facebook page, double checking that he would make a satisfactory suitor for her man.
"Mercedes, why are you smiling?" Kurt asked suspiciously the next morning "I don't trust you when you smile," he said, narrowing his eyes in her direction as he shut his locker door.
"I'll explain later, just make sure you're not busy tonight," she offered as an explanation as she left for her next class, though this only made Kurt even more confused. He pulled out his phone in order to extract more information from her via text however as he was just about to open a new message, a sudden force had somehow thrown him into the adjacent lockers. His phone fell to the floor as he crashed against the metal, seeing only the form of the all too familiar stocky jock laughing as he strolled away.
No. He can't simply be okay with this. He can't let this go like he usually would.
Kurt couldn't understand the courage that he had found himself possessing as he stood and marched towards the boy's locker room where had seen Karofsky enter. However he tried not to think too much about it for fear of it suddenly vanishing.
Kurt was unable to recall most of the confrontation, the words and insults that were thrown back and forth were lost. His only memory of the encounter involved hot, wet lips pressed against his own and forcefully moving against him, attempting to gain entry. He felt sick. His legs no longer had the strength to support him as he fell to the floor of the empty locker room after Karofsky had left. Did that happen? Did that really just happen?
Was Karofsky gay?
It was difficult to feel sympathy for him as Kurt remembered the countless times that Karofsky had made him feel worthless, had made him suffer, the forced kiss adding to these feelings.
He cried. There was nothing he could do. He couldn't out Karofsky. No one would believe him anyway, and he certainly wouldn't be able to confront him about it.
Kurt understood his helplessness and refused to allow himself to continue crying. His first kiss had been stolen but sitting alone in an empty locker room that smelled like feet would not bring it back.
Getting out of that locker room had been a good idea. Spending time with his friends at lunch and in between classes had been a good idea.
Going back to Crawford was perhaps not the best idea.
The halls were crowded with students. Unfamiliar faces surrounding him. Kurt felt utterly alone and completely surrounded at the same time. He hated that he felt this way. He hated that one little unwanted kiss could make him feel so paranoid. He wanted something familiar, something safe. But he wouldn't hear the end of it from Rachel if he skipped out for the day. So he continued along the halls of Crawford, making his way to the rehearsal room for his third day as a member of the Crawford Cantata.
"Hey Kirsty!" came Catherine's voice above the quiet murmur of students, causing Kurt to literally jump at the sudden noise.
"H…hey," he replied breathlessly as she caught up to him. Catherine shot him a confused look at his jumpiness but paid little attention to it as she clearly had something exciting to talk about.
"I spoke to Blaine earlier and he told me what you did last night," she said happily as Kurt merely stared at her blankly. His mind was far too exhausted to try and recall whatever it was he had done.
"Which was…?" he asked hesitantly. Something wasn't right.
"That you set him up on a date! So who is he? Is he cute? How do you know him?" she asked question after question as Kurt struggled to keep up. His mouth hung open at Catherine's words as he struggled to make sense of the situation.
"Wha-" Kurt attempted to ask but was cut off by Catherine who was evidently very excited.
"He also wanted me to ask you if you could go shopping with him after practice. He's hopeless at fashion and really wants your help. You seemed to express a lot of knowledge on the subject yesterday!" she asked as Kurt's mind was racing. Seeing that Catherine was expecting an answer, he agreed to the shopping trip as they walked to rehearsal together. Blaine wasn't something entirely familiar, but he was certainly the 'something safe' that Kurt had been craving.
Still confused about exactly what had happened, Kurt made a mental note to text Mercedes as soon as possible. She was almost certainly behind this.
Everyone has laptops in this universe. Because I said so.
..