Blaine woke up early Saturday morning. He was excited. But what for? Once the morning fogginess faded away, he remembered – Kurt was coming over. He grinned to himself at the idea of spending the day locked up in his dorm with the adorable soprano. Adorable was always the word that came to mind when it came to Kurt. Everything about him screamed pinch-my-cheeks-and-cuddle-me. Of course, there was no denying that he was utterly gorgeous and incredibly sexy as well, but Blaine didn't have time to think about Kurt's appearance (as much as he may have wanted to). Instead, he had to focus on his own.
Blaine forced himself to hop out of the warm bed, filled with happy thoughts of Kurt dancing through his mind. (Great, now he was imagining him frolicking around a room which mysteriously seemed to have walls made of pink spaghetti noodles.)
Blaine trudged into the bathroom, taking a quick look in the mirror. Oh great, he was a mess. His curly hair was matted to his forehead, nearly looking like he had taken a straightener to it... and not in a good way. He cringed, debating whether he would try to gel it into submission or hop in the shower and leave it natural. His natural hair was... a sight, that was for sure. He really didn't want to take any risks by gelling his hair, so he decided to jump in the shower and tried not to think about Kurt coming over soon as he ran the soap over his body.
Soon enough, he was showered and dressed. Just as he finished, Kurt sent him a text saying he'd be there in five minutes. Blaine ran a hand through his slightly damp curls, looking in the mirror. There was nothing he could do, he realized with a sigh. Fixing a few more unruly curls with his fingers, there was a knock on his door.
Nervous butterflies fluttered in Blaine's stomache as he went to answer the door. Kurt wouldn't hate him for having terrible, unruly, Frodo hair. Everything was going to be fine. He swung the door open, biting down on his lip to refrain from letting out a low whistle. For a Saturday spent hidden away in a dorm room together, Kurt had dressed to the nines. Really, Blaine shouldn't have expected anything less. Kurt wore an aqua coloured tee shirt, with a grey, hooded pea coat and grey, tassaled scraf thrown around his neck. On his bottom half he wore skin-tight jeans as well as aqua Chucks. He looked amazing, yet comfortable and it was just so Kurt. Blaine couldn't help but grin until he realized what he was wearing.
Here Kurt had put so much effort into his outfit and Blaine was simply wearing a grey gym-shirt, laden with the Dalton crest and the phrase Dalton Rugby Team spread across it, paired with a pair of loose fitting jeans. And then he remembered his hair. Blaine held his breath, feeling self-concious as Kurt appraised him with his eyes, still standing in the doorway. "You play rugby?" Kurt simply asked.
"Oh, um, yeah, I've been playing every year since I came. It's like football, but you don't need to be as big," Blaine gave him a sheepish grin, running a hand through his hair, part from nervousness, part checking that it hadn't... exploded or something.
Of course, this action drew Kurt's attention. Blaine could see Kurt's eyes weaving through his curls, trying to follow their twisted path. "Is that your natural hair?"
"Yeah, I'm really sorry, but I didn't have any time to do anything with it."
"It looks great," Kurt smiled now, meeting Blaine's eyes. "Really, I like it," Kurt answered Blaine's questioning expression. "You use way too much product when you don't even really need any. If I went without... I don't even wanna talk about it. You can pull off the natural look though."
"I'm sure you'd look great," Blaine smiled charmingly, moving to the side of the doorway and making a grand gesture out of inviting Kurt in.
Kurt strided into the room gracefully, with a snort. "I really wouldn't." Kurt took a seat on the leather couch, looking around Blaine's room. Taking note of the second bed, he asked "You have a roomate?"
"Well, we all can't be so lucky," Blaine answered with a teasing smile. Because Kurt had transferred in the middle of the year, he got a room all to himself. It was the envy of all the other boarders.
Kurt smirked and then asked, "Where is he?"
"Vacation," Blaine answered taking a seat next to Kurt on the couch. They were thisclose. Not that either of them was paying attention to that.
Kurt took a deep, shaky breath, ignoring how warm Blaine's firm thigh felt pressed up against his own. "In the middle of the year?" Kurt mentally cursed himself for the way his voice had raised an octave since Blaine had took a seat. Did he have any idea what he was doing to Kurt's mind right now?
Blaine made a point of rubbing his thumb against his middle and index fingers, indicating they had money.
"Is that the excuse for everything here?" Kurt asked with a sigh.
Blaine laughed, "Seems like it sometimes. Everyone here is just made of money."
Kurt smiled into his lap as Blaine wrapped his arm around the back of the couch non-chalantly. It defintely wasn't Blaine's way of getting closer to him. "So, what do you want to do?" Blaine asked.
"You didn't plan anything?"
"Nope. I figured I'd let you. You're much better at that kind of thing than me. If it were up to me, I'd have us locked up watching sing-along Disney movies," Blaine grinned.
Kurt chuckled. So Blaine. He clapped his hands together enthusiastically. "I know what we can do! Do you have hat?"
"Yeah, of course I do," Blaine answered. He went to his closet and pulled out a black, pin-striped fedora, handing it to Kurt.
"Very nice," Kurt offered, spinning it on the tip of his finger.
Blaine clutched a hand to his chest. "Kurt Hummel is complimenting my clothing choices! Oh my!" Blaine pressed his hand, palm facing foward, to his forehead and fell back on the couch, next to Kurt.
Kurt shook his head at him. "Pen and paper?"
Blaine rose silently and crossed the room, handing the objects over. Kurt began frantically writing. Blaine attempted to look over his shoulder but Kurt quickly flinched away. "No peeking!" he demanded, pouting his lips and Blaine was reminded of a young child making the same demand during a game of hide and seek.
Blaine raised his hands in defeat, falling back against the couch once again. He waited patiently for Kurt to finish. Soon, Kurt was ripping the paper into little pieces and throwing them into the fedora. "What are you doing?" Blaine finally asked.
"We're gonna play a little conversation game," Kurt answered. "I've always wanted to play this with someone and when we went out for dinner with Mercedes we pretty much did it."
"What is it?" Blaine questioned.
"You just put a bunch of issues in a hat," Kurt rose the hat in the air and gestured towards it with his other hand. "And draw one out. Then you pick and side and argue for it and if the other person doesn't agree, they'll fight back."
Blaine raised a single triangular eyebrow at him.
"Come on!" Kurt protested with a pout, attempting to make puppy dog eyes. "It'll be fun!"
And really, how could Blaine say no to that face?
Kurt actually turned out to be right. It really was a fun game. They didn't debate about much because most of them they agreed on but they did have an intense debate on the merits of Katy Perry and the never-ending debate of cats versus dogs. There was one slit of paper left in the hat.
Kurt retrieved the hat from the other side of the room and drew the last piece of paper. Religion, was neatly scrawled across the piece of paper. "Religion," Kurt read aloud, flopping down on Blaine's bed. "I guess we're done."
"You're really religious too?" Blaine innocently asked, throwing an arm around the couch and turning his head toward the bed behind him.
"No, actually..." Kurt answered, confused. He sat up on the bed. "I'm an atheist. I thought you knew that."
"Oh," Blaine whispered. "It never came up."
"You're not?" Kurt clarified.
"I'm really religious," Blaine repeated, trying to measure Kurt's expression. "I thought you knew that."
"It never came up," Kurt echoed. "I just figured – cause you're gay..."
"Isn't that kind of a stereotype?" Blaine smiled slightly.
"I guess," Kurt murmured. "So, um, why do have such a – um, strong belief?"
"Well, I told you I was bullied, right?" Kurt nodded. "My parents always raised me as a Christian. We went to church every Sunday. We were even friends with the pastor. He was actually really accepting of me being gay. For the most part, I found acceptance in my community. So when I started getting bullied, I turned to my pastor for help. I asked him what I should do and he told me to pray. Crazy as it sounds, it really did help. I mean, nothing happened immediately. There wasn't any writing across the sky or a giant hand plucking me right from the ground, but I felt comforted. It felt good to talk about it with someone who was just there to listen. And I truly believe that Dalton coming into my life was the work of God. It was my little slice of heaven, literally," Blaine had nearly started to tear up, but he kept it together, staring into his own lap. "Why don't you believe?" he asked, looking into Kurt's eyes.
Kurt blinked a few times, taking in what Blaine had said. His story was moving, that was for sure, but how could he believe so intensely. Kurt couldn't fathom it. Blaine continued to look at him expectantly as Kurt came back to earth. "Oh, right, my turn... My mom died when I was eight. I prayed so hard for her," Kurt paused, taking a shaky breath. No matter how many times he told this story, he still cried. "Every night, I would pray for her to get better, pray that she could come back home but then God," he out air quotes around the last word. "Took her away..." Kurt wiped a stray tear away. "I was eight, Blaine," Kurt explained. "If there's really a god, why would he take her away from me?" Kurt whimpered. "She was my mom; she was my best friend, she was always there. I love my dad, don't get me wrong but my mom was so much better at the emotional stuff. My dad's been forced to get good at it. It was hard for him for a while and that was a bad time for him to not be able to deal with that. The time that I needed him the most..." Blaine crossed the room now, sitting down next to Kurt and throwing an arm around his shoulder.
"Sh," Blaine murmured. "It's okay. You're alright. I'm here." Once Kurt had calmed down enough, Blaine spoke again. He tilted Kurt's chin towards his face with a single finger. "Can I say how I see it?" he asked. Kurt nodded. "God didn't take away an eight year old's mother. That's not how He saw it. It was just her time to go. And He was thinking of the good things that would come from it, like you and your dad. You said yourself your relationship wasn't that strong until after she was gone. Sure, it seems... cruel, but that's how life is." Kurt looked into his lap as Blaine spoke, trying to comprehend how such an amazing boy could be so stupid.
"How dare you?" Kurt hissed. "That's my mother you're talking about. You're telling me she had to die? And even worse, you're telling me my relationship with my dad wasn't good enough with her around? What? Do you think he didn't have enough love to share with me and her?"
Oh crap. "No! Kurt that's not what I'm saying at all!"
"Blaine," Kurt nearly whispered, dodging out of Blaine's grip and holding up a single finger, eyes shut. "I don't want to hear it."
"But Kurt," Blaine softly pleaded.
"Just leave," he demanded, keeping his eyes shut.
Blaine obligied, giving his knee a small squeeze. "I'm sorry," he offered and got up to leave. At the last second, he turned around. "Um, Kurt? This is kinda my room..." he said apologetically.
Kurt nodded. "They all look so damn alike," he murmured, bypassing Blaine and exiting the room without another word.
Blaine flopped down on the bed that still smelled like Kurt.
He messed up.
Author's Notes:
That whole part about Kurt frolicking in Blaine's head? Totally the image that popped into my head.
But anyway, I'm so sorry about how long this update took. And the reason why you didn't hear about why it was taking me so long on my tumblr? I'm kind of afraid of it now. I'll tell the story here rather than on my tumblr cause... like I said, I'm afraid of it.
So, I was innocently searching through tumblr like any other day, no big deal when I find an image post. Basically the gist of it is that you close your eyes, click it and open your eyes and something cute pops up. Instead of something cute though, it's a zombie face that screams at you.
Now, I have a very intense fear of zombies. It stems from my childhood and I'm not gonna get into it here and now.
But anyway, the face popped up and I flipped out. I screamed at the top of my lungs, shut my laptop and threw it on the ground. The laptop continued to play the screaming though so, because I wasn't thinking straight, I stomped on it. Thanks to those well-thought-out actions, my laptop screen was left destroyed.
So the past few days have been spent finding the warranty and getting a replacement. And now I'm back.
I will come back to tumblr eventually, but for now I'm just a little irrationally afraid that the second I type in the word tumblr, a zombie will jump out at me. Sad, I know.
But follow me!
http:/ klaine is forever strong (dot) tumblr (dot) com/
Anyway, there's my explanation.
One final thing!
My drabble story will be updated soon. I owe you guys a lot of drabbles for all the days I missed with my laptop woes. So expect an update either tonight or tomorrow. Tuesday at the absolute latest!
Which is the day we'll see relationship!Klaine! YAY!
Anyway! I'm ending this very long author's note now. Bye guys!
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