So Hi Guys!
Chapter 10 is finally here! I must apologize for the wait, i've recently quit my job because it was making me ill from stress and started doing some casual work when my current 'employer' needs me. One of her worker's is in hospital and i've been covering. So due to this updating has been a nightmare.
This chapter starts to draw in some of what had gone through.
The light was dim in the room as the two boys set up the spare matress for Blaine to sleep on, with Blaine bopping along to Kurt's iPod which he had taken when Kurt had gone out and started to play on full blast when Burt had left to take Carole to the hospital after a call she got about covering a shift. Bending and shifting his kness as his feet shuffled along the carpet with the rythm Kurt could help but smile at the shorter boy singing loudly to Rihanna's 'Disturbia' with his gel thinning out and allowing stray curls to fall loose as his head moved.
The next thing he knew Blaine beamed when 'Rude Boy' started and saw Kurt smiling at the doorway, shaking his head at how child-like Blaine was. The next thing he knew Blaine had pulled him into the room, twirling and pulling him close and apart again in a random sequence of dance steps, his hazel eyes meeting Kurt's blue ones as the silent boy suddenly got into it.
"I like when you tell me kiss it there
I like when you tell me move it there
So giddy up
Time to giddy up
You say you're a rude boy
Show me what you got now"
At this point Kurt had been twirled in close, his hands clasped tightly in Blaine's as they both bent their knees and grinded with the music, eye contact never breaking and Blaine had felt himself stop singing- the ability to do so seemingly stolen from him when he realised how close they were, how close Kurt was. The rose back up to standing again, Kurt's fingers softly on his shirt, Blaine gulped lightly as he watched Kurt suck in his bottom, plump, pink lip and move slowly away when the music stopped to run his fingers through his hair which in turn made Blaine's chest feel bare from not having the mute boy's touch.
Kurt walked to his wardrobe and Blaine lowered the music a tad before a fluffy white towel was thrust into his arms and Kurt pointed to the small room the other side of his bed. Accepting the towel he quietly stepped into the bathroom and locked the door, leaning against it an sighing. He knew Kurt was gay but even so the possibility of Blaine ever making a move on him was pointless, Kurt had been damaged and he had no idea to the extent of it which in his mind made him absolutely clueless. Even so, Kurt had come out of his shell alot and Blaine found himself enjoying the time he spent with him, looked forward to it- fair enough he enjoyed the company of Wes. David and even Aisling when he wasn't being dramatic about something but Kurt...there was something about him.
Stepping into the shower he hummed in content as the warm water lapped at his olive skin, the droplets caressing him in a soothing way. Sighing he wiped some of the water from his face, he didn't know what he was feeling. Every thing he did was because he was being a good friend right? Yeah...of course...
Kurt watched the bathroom door shut and began to breathe deeply. He had just been dancing with Blaine, the only person he seemed to be at ease with other than his inner circle of friends' at McKinley and his family... he hadn't expected it to end up with him grinding against him but then again Blaine clearly hadn't done it on purpose, he was just as shocked as he was. Sitting at his vanity he pulled out his small bottle of moisturiser and massaged his skin in circles. It hadn't bothered him, he hadn't realised it was happening until Blaine's heavenly voice disappeared and let Rihanna take over once more, 'Damn Rihanna, I was never a big fan anyway...' he thought to himself as his eyebrows' knotted. Kurt had felt his heart stop as Blaine's honey eyes met his own, the light reflecting off them and Kurt could tell just by the look on his face...and Kurt wasn't sure whether he liked it or not...
The door clicked and Kurt's jaw dropped, if he could have spoken the sight would have left him speechless...Blaine stood at the door with the towel loosely hung on his hips, the water dripping down his torso and falling into the dip under his belly button. Kurt felt his cheeks burn and his eyes tried to find anything that would be more interesting in his room, ignoring the mass of damp curls and luscious olive toned body.
"Just need to get my nightwear, the shower is all yours." the water clad boy grinned widely as Kurt shook his head somewhat violently whilst looking at the floor, fumbling to collect his towel and other bits realising it had been useless to moisturise in the first place. Blaine shook his head and chuckled as Kurt left before biting his lip, he shouldn't make Kurt feel so uncomfortable like that- he was a shy boy.
After a good twenty minutes Blaine was knelt to inspect Kurt's DVD collection, the musicals' catching his attention. The door to the bathroom opened and Blaine shot around, "This musical is awesome! It's been ages since i've watche-" he stopped when he saw Kurt in grey sweat pants and a loose baby blue knit jumper that fell off one of his shoulders' and revealed the milky skin underneath, the light colour looking perfect against the skin. Kurt's cheeks were flushed pink from the heat of the shower, his hair mussed from the towel he had used to dry it out a little.
Kurt beamed and hurried over to take the DVD from the case and push it into the player. Chicago. Kurt loved this musical.
The sleep had taken over and Kurt tossed and turned in his bed, the duvet becoming entangled into a cocoon.
"They had it coming
They had it coming
They had it coming all along.
I didn't do it
But if I'd done it
How could you tell me that I was wrong?
They had it coming
They had it coming
They had it coming
They had it coming
They had it coming
They took a flower
All along
In its prime
I didn't do it
And then they used it
But if I'd done it
And they abused it
How could you tell me
It was a murder
That I was wrong? But not a crime!"
The Cell Block Tango invaded his mind and this time he wasn't enjoying the musical number, an hour ago he had fallen asleep after saying goodnight to Blaine and thinking about him until the tiredness took over and now suddenly Blaine was gone. All he could see was black, the music becoming thunderous and the next thing he knew he shot up- cold sweat dripping down his pale face. It might have been tears but he didn't know, he didn't care. Looking down at the matress on the floor his breathing slowed and he kept his gaze on the sleeping curly haired boy who was sprawled out in such an awkward positon on the matress that it did look comfortable.
Kurt eased off the bed and at on the floor and reached out his hand, moving the stray curls from his face. Blaine was here, just like he was there in thought when Kurt had slept- he didn't need to worry, but he did. He choked out a sob as he flinched, Blaine itching his head in the spot were Kurt's finger's grazed- a sign of him awaking. Luckily he turned over with a snort and started to sleep again leaving Kurt to jump back onto his bed and fall to sleep with his head in his knees.
So what do you think happened to Kurt? What has the song got to do with it?
review and leave your guesses! i'll reply letting you know if your right or not ;)
-Eve