Okay, so I guess I should probably apologise... after updating the last chapter I got stuck as to where to go next, and then I went away for a week and a half and had no access to the internet other than on my phone. And then by the time I got back, I still had no idea where I wanted to go, but I came up with this!
Also, from now on, the updates may be further apart, so I'm apologising in advance. I'm just entering the final stretch of year 12 (for you non-Aussies, I'm half way through my final year of high school. Senior year?) so school is just going to get crazier and way more stressful. But I'll try and update when I can (I am quite talented at procrastinating), so I want to thank you if you decide to stick with this. Anyway, enough of my rambling, here's the next chapter!
Enjoy!
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Sometimes in life, you meet someone and within five minutes of speaking to one another, you already know that you'll be great friends. Whether it be an interest in the same kind of films or books, or you simply just 'click', there is that instant connection where you think to yourself, "How on Earth have we never met until today?" And from that moment onwards, you honestly cannot imagine where you would be had you not met them.
That's what it was like for Kurt.
From the moment he accidentally ran into Blaine outside the caravan park laundromat, he was intrigued; not just by the beauty he saw in him, but by the essence he carried around with him that he didn't care what anyone else thought of him. For someone like Kurt, who had to fight to remain who he was rather than to give in to what was deemed 'acceptable' on a daily basis, to find someone who practically screamed, "This is me, and nothing you say can change that!" was a near miracle.
Good friends, Kurt had thought to himself as Blaine had helped him retrieve his washing from the ground. We could definitely be good friends.
But then he'd kissed him.
Okay, changed my mind... more than good friends.
And the next thing he knew, he was sitting against a partially hollowed-out tree, having lied to his dad about his whereabouts, confessing his innermost feelings for Blaine to Blaine. Had someone warned him a week, or even a day, before that he would reveal so much about himself to – practically – a stranger, Kurt would not have believed it. Either that, or he would have curled up into a ball in embarrassment.
It was these thoughts of the night before, that lulled Kurt to sleep, a smile on his face expressing nothing but sheer joy.
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Tap. Tap. Tap.
Had he not just been woken momentarily by a very loud snore of Finn's, he would have missed it; quiet enough that one could dismiss it as just the breeze or a small bird, but still loud enough that if one listened for it, they would be able to pick it up as being intentional.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
This time Kurt was certain that it was not just a small rock falling from the roof, tapping on the window ledge on its way down; there was something tapping purposely on his window. Kurt had never been one to scare easily; sure, he always jumped a little when the murderer in scary movies appeared suddenly from around a corner (who doesn't?); but he'd never been afraid of the dark, or noises at night time, or the Boogeyman. However, in a different room that wasn't his own, in a different house that wasn't his own, hearing something specifically tap on his window multiple times at one in the morning gave him an unsettling feeling in his stomach.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Pushing back his covers and stepping out of his bed quietly so as not to wake Finn – if the tapping turned out to be a murderer trying to lure him from the room, Finn's bed was close enough that Kurt could pull his covers off to wake him up – Kurt crept slowly over to the window which was right at the end of his bed.
Bracing himself, Kurt reached to pull back the curtain.
Tap. Tap. T-
It took every ounce of Kurt's self-control not to let out a scream when he was met with a pair of bright eyes staring back at him. Although, while he was able to contain his scream, he was not so successful at holding in his sigh, followed by a probably-too-loud-for-one-in-the-morning "oh, thank the freaking lord!"
Hearing a quiet laugh from outside, Kurt glanced back to the window to once again be met with the pair of eyes, who he had now realised were Blaine's. Kurt shrugged his shoulders questionably, a furrowed look on his brow, as if to say, what are you doing here? He didn't need to be asked twice when Blaine beckoned him outside with a small movement of his finger, double checking that Finn had not been woken up, before practically lunging towards the bedroom door.
Shutting the front door to their cabin extremely carefully, Kurt met Blaine at the bottom of the stairs.
"What are you doing here?" Kurt whispered, trying to sound accusatory, but failing because the excitement in his voice clouded everything else.
Holding out his hand for Kurt to take, Blaine grinned, "Come with me. I have a surprise for you!"
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And there we go! Really hope you liked it, and sorry again for making you guys wait for so long. Oh, and I wasn't sure if it was clear or not, but the end of this chapter is set the night after where the last chapter ended.
Thanks so much for reading, and pretty please review if you liked it!
Em xoxo