A/N: Hey guys! So, here's another chapter. There should be another update up within the next few days, but as I draw nearer to where I am currently writing in the story. I'll start slowing updates down. Anyone else going through Klaine withdrawals at the moment? COME ON RYAN I NEED MY BABIES! Anywho, here you guys go, thanks once again for all the follows, favorites, and reviews! I love you guys! 3
(figure I should probably start adding this, just in case…)
Disclaimer: Sadly I am not Ryan Murphy, therefore I don't own Glee. :(
The ride took thirty minutes, and Kurt was suddenly very happy he had offered a ride to Blaine. It was now nearly pitch black outside, and the air was chilled. How could Blaine have been alright with walking this far? Blaine's voice interrupted Kurt's thoughts.
"It's there on the right," he told Kurt, pointed to a large, two story house that stretched across a wide yard. The house was beautiful, built of brick with dark blue trimming on the shutters of the windows and cream stone trimming. The yard was bright green and trimmed down perfectly, and sitting in the front of the house were a beautiful array of bright colored flowers and well-rounded bushes. Kurt pulled into the driveway and stared at the house in amazement.
"You wanna come in for a drink or something?" Blaine asked awkwardly when Kurt had parked.
Kurt nodded, "Sure."
The two made their way up the brick path that lead to the house, and Blaine dug into his pocket before producing a set of keys and opening the large blue door. The inside of the house was just as clean cut and beautiful, the walls painted a light cream color with white trim, and mahogany flooring spread across a large room with an arched opening that lead into a large living room where the middle of the wall jutted out farther than the rest, and a plain white electric fireplace sat against it. Two rounded doorways sat on either side of the fireplace, set farther back than the jutted out wall. A large white couch faced the fireplace, and beside it sat two similar white chairs, one on each side. Between the couch and the fireplace sat a stretched out mahogany table.
In the small opening that stood in now was an opening that led to another room, which seemed to be what Kurt thought was a family room, on the left, and on the right another opening which lead to a medium sized dining room. The walls of the dining room were painted the same as those in the living room, and the floors were the same mahogany. A beautiful rustic chandelier hung from the ceiling, right over a dark wood dining table, surrounded by the same dark wooden chairs with dark brown floral patterned cushions in the middle of the back, and on the seat itself. A large sixteen paneled window sat on the back front wall, and on the back wall was a large china cabinet. Another archway on the right wall led to a large kitchen. The two boys walked into the kitchen, and Blaine opened up the large stainless steel fridge.
"So, we have Diet coke, Coke, or Minute Maid Apple Juice," Blaine told Kurt, looking up from the fridge at him, "Take your pick."
"Diet Coke, please," Kurt replied before going back to examining the beautiful kitchen. Blaine grabbed a can of Diet coke and a can of apple juice and closed the fridge, handing Kurt the Diet coke before popping his own drink opening and taking a swing.
"You want me to show you around?" Blaine offered, seeing the intrigued look in Kurt's eyes. Kurt nodded and opening his drink, taking a small sip. Blaine shook his head and laughed quietly before nodded to Kurt, "Okay, well, clearly this is a kitchen," he said, motioning for Kurt to follow him back out into the dining room, "This is the dining room, which you've already seen," Blaine continued on through the archway, back into the living room, "Living room."
Blaine began walking to the two doors on either side of the fireplace, both leading to the same room which was a large modernized ballroom. The flooring in this room wasn't mahogany, but instead cherry hardwood. The walls were white with red roses embedded in them and two picture windows with elegant red drapes sat on the back wall and looked out into the large back yard where a garden could be seen. In the middle of the large garden was a tall white fountain. In the right corner of the room was a small bar with white and gray flecked marble countertop, and spread along the right wall next to the bar was a large, open stage, where a large cherry colored grand piano sat tucked in the left corner, and two microphone stands stood at the front.
Kurt stared at the room in amazement, "Wow."
"Yeah, Mom and Dad like to host parties and events here sometimes. Well, when they're actually here that is," Blaine explained, "I just like to throw bitchin' parties."
Kurt laughed, "I can see why," he said, stepping forward, "It's beautiful."
Blaine shrugged, "Yeah, I guess. Okay, let's move on, shall we?" Blaine turned around and headed back out the door, and made his way to the other archway, which lead to the family room. Kurt followed behind him and looked around. This room was floored with more mahogany and the same cream colored walls as most of the rooms, another large window sat on the front wall of this room, this one arched. A large flat screen TV sat on the back wall, the same type of white couch as the one in the living room sat in front of the TV. Hanging on the right wall were a few framed photos. Some of what Kurt assumed was Blaine's mother and father, some of the three together, some of a younger Blaine, probably six or seven, with a mop of curly brown hair playing in the back yard of the house with a large smile on his face. The more recent photos of Blaine and his family seemed different though, instead of a large happy smile, he wore a small false one.
On the right wall in the front corner was a winding staircase which led to the second floor of the house. Kurt followed Blaine upstairs to a large open hallway with five doors, two on the right, two on the left, and one at the very end on the back wall.
Blaine walked down the hall, pointing at the rooms and naming them, the first on the right was his parent's room, on the left was his father's study, but he didn't open either of those. The second on the right was a guest bedroom. The floor was a beautiful white wood, and the walls of the room were painted a sky blue. A large floor to ceiling window covered the back wall, looking down over the back yard. On the left wall was a large white four poster bed, a light white veil draped around it, the bed had a comforter the same color as the walls. On the right wall of the room was a simple gray stone fireplace and on either side of the fireplace was a white bookcase, filled with an array of books.
The second left room in the hallway was the main bathroom, which consisted of a stand up shower, Jack and Jill sink, a large mirror hanging over it, and a porcelain toilet. At the end of the hallway was Blaine's room. Blaine stopped at the door and turned to Kurt.
"Er… do you want to see my room?" He asked nervously. Kurt couldn't help but think, once again, of how adorable and childish Blaine looked when he was nervous.
Kurt smiled and shrugged, "If you want to show it to me, sure," Kurt responded kindly, trying to ease Blaine's nerves. Blaine nodded and opened the door. This room was the largest of the rooms on the second floor. The right wall was, like the guest rooms back wall, another floor to ceiling window that looked over the back yard. The walls of this room were painted a dark green, with darker green vertical stripes. A large green, brown, cream, and black speckled floor rug covered a great portion of the Brazilian chestnut flooring that covered the room. On the back wall was a large bed, covered in a plaid comforter that consisted of cream, white, and various shades of red, with cream pillows, and on the left side of the bed on the same wall was a large, dark, wooden book case which held a variety of books and other things. On the left wall was a closet, a large vanity with drawers for clothes and mirror sitting on top, and a small door leading to the master bathroom. On the wall opposite the bed, the same wall the door lay on, sat a large television stand which held a rather large flat screen television, along with a DVD/Blueray player, and a large speaker sat on either side of the stand.
When asked why he had the largest room in the house Blaine told Kurt about his parents traveling, "My mom and dad aren't around much, they're always traveling for work and stuff, so they didn't see why they should get the largest room and I get a small one when they're always gone and I'm always here."
"Oh," Kurt said, nodding slowly, "So, you pretty much live by yourself in this huge house?" Blaine nodded, "Don't you ever feel lonely, I mean, this place is huge for one person!"
Blaine shrugged, "I'm used to it, I mean, most the time growing up I was either here with some of the house staff, or with family that lived in the area. But once I got to be fourteen I just started staying here by myself. It's better than staying with my weird ass aunt and uncle, and the staff still comes by twice a week to help around the house," he explained, shrugging off his jacket and sitting down on the bed.
Kurt nodded. He felt bad for Blaine. He could just imagine a younger Blaine wandering around this big house alone, it killed Kurt inside. Kurt finally realized why Blaine's smile shrunk in the photos in the family room. His parents had neglected him as a child, he was forced to grow up much too fast, and he wasn't ready to. He was alone.
Kurt looked over at Blaine, who was now unlacing the motorcycle boots and laying them on the floor beside his bed. Kurt began to think about how open Blaine was being with him; maybe Blaine was letting Kurt in. These thoughts were soon thrown to the side as soon as Blaine looked back up at Kurt.
"Want to join me on the bed, Hummel?" Kurt frowned at Blaine. The wall had built up again; just as fast as it had fell down.
"Only in your dreams, Anderson," Kurt replied with a rolled of his eyes.
"Probably," Blaine chuckled.
"Yeah, well… have fun with that," Kurt said awkwardly, shifting his weight. "I should probably go, school's tomorrow and it's already almost eight," Kurt said as he checked his phone's clock, "My dad will be pissed if I'm later than nine," Kurt took a final drink from his Diet coke and threw it in the trash can that sat on the side of the bed. Sighing he looked back to Blaine, "I'll see you tomorrow."
Blaine nodded, looking a bit disappointed and making Kurt feel guilty, "I'll walk you to the door," Blaine said, standing up and leading Kurt back to the front door. Blaine held the door open for Kurt, and Kurt thanked him, walking out slowly.
Kurt was halfway down the path, Blaine still standing at the door, when he turned around and smiled, "Night Blaine," Kurt said.
"Night Kurt," And with that, Kurt walked the rest of the way to his car and pulled out of the driveway with a small wave before making his way back home. Kurt checked his phone when he got home and was in his room, only to realize that he had several unread texts from many of the Glee Club members, all asking about him and Blaine. Instead of replying to them, he hooked his phone up to the charger and sat it down on his night stand.
Kurt changed into his pajamas, did his nightly skin care routine, and readied himself for bed, before slipping under his covers and turning on the light. He'd face his friends in the morning, but until then, he was exhausted and needed sleep.
Kurt woke up the next day in a surprisingly good mood. Kurt hopped out of bed and connected his iPhone to his speakers, picking a random playlist and blaring music throughout his room before walking to his closet and picking out an outfit: A white button up shirt with elbow length sleeves, tucked into a pair of black skinny jeans, and topped it off with a gray vest. Lastly, he added a gray bowtie with white polka dots. With a smile he sat his things on his bed and went to his bathroom, taking a quick shower and doing his morning skin care routine before getting dressed in his outfit for the day. Thirty minutes later he did the finishing touches to his hair, making sure it was perfectly coiffed before spraying it with hairspray and giving himself a good look in the mirror.
After making sure he was completely satisfied with how he looked, he grabbed his phone off the speakers, turned off his music, and began flipping through his texts.
From: Mercedes
To: Kurt
The text was sent yesterday after Glee club. Kurt opened it cautiously.
Care to explain Glee today?
He sighed heavily, flipping through the rest of his texts, they all read practically the same?
What was that in Glee?
Dude what the hell was Anderson doing today?
I thought you said you hadn't met him?
And more.
He knew eventually he'd have to explain, but he'd rather do it at lunch when the entire Glee Club was there rather than reply to the millions of texts. He was just about to put his phone away when he received a new text.
1 Message from: Blaine;)
Kurt looked at the notification in confusion; I never added Blaine's number into my phone… Kurt rolled his eyes at the winky face and opened the text.
I stole your phone from your pocket yesterday at the garage and added my number, hope you don't mind. ;)
Anyway, I was wondering if maybe you could pick me up for school? I forgot to ask last night, and since I don't have my bike I don't have a ride. If you can't I understand, it's kind of last minute, I just wanted to ask before I started walking. –Blaine
Kurt couldn't help but smile at the text. Why was Blaine always so nervous when it came to asking favors? He stood up, grabbing his bag from beside his bed and slinging it over his shoulder before typing out a reply.
Sure thing! See you in about a half an hour? Do you like coffee? I usually go by the Lima Bean before school and grab some; if you want we can go get some before we head to school? –Kurt
It only took a few seconds for Kurt to receive a reply.
Yeah, sure. See you soon. –Blaine
Kurt smiled and skipped out of his room and down the steps. "You're leaving a bit early, aren't you bud?" Burt called from the kitchen, where he, Finn, and Carol sat at the table, Finn stuffing his face with bacon, as Burt and Carol drank coffee and his father read the paper.
"Oh, uhmm…" Kurt became all too aware that Finn was staring at Kurt closely, "I'm meeting a friend for some coffee," Kurt replied.
"Is it that nice boy from-" Burt watched as his son shook his head furiously, eyes wide, motioning for Burt to stop talking, "What?" Kurt stared at Finn who was now looking straight at Burt.
"What nice boy?" Finn asked looking back at Kurt, who was staring at him with wide, guilty eyes. Finn jumped out of his seat, but before he could say anything Kurt was running towards the door.
"I'm gonna be late home from school again today dad! I'll see you later!" Kurt called, rushing to his car as he heard Finn call for him and run behind him. Kurt was just pulling out of the driveway when Finn reached the door. Ignoring Finn's calls, Kurt drove in the direction of Blaine's house, sighing in relief as his house and Finn disappeared in the rearview mirror. This is gonna be a long day.
Kurt had made it to Blaine's house in about 25 minutes this time, and parked his car in the driveway before making his way up to the door, leaving his car running. Kurt rang the doorbell, ignoring the black knocker the hung on the blue door, because if Blaine was in his room he would not hear Kurt knocking.
It was only a few minutes before the door opened and Blaine walked out, a black book bag slung over his shoulder. Today he wore a black V-neck, dark blue skinny jeans, black converse high tops, and his signature leather jacket. His chocolate curls were once again lightly gelled, and a few fell into his hazel-green eyes.
Blaine was turned around, closing the door behind him, and a smirk was playing at his lips when he turned around and face-to-face with Kurt, only inches separating them, "Morning, gorgeous," he greeted Kurt.
Kurt inhaled sharply and took a step back, his face flushing in embarrassment, "Hi," he replied nervously, "We should hurry, we still need to get coffee before we go to school," Kurt said quickly, starting down the pathway to his Navigator. Blaine followed behind him and got into the car as Kurt did. After getting situated, Kurt pulled out of the driveway and began driving to the Lima Bean.
"What's your coffee order?" Blaine asked Kurt as the two stood in line at the Lima Bean.
"I usually get a Grande Non-Fat Mocha," Kurt responded, "Why?" Blaine dug into his wallet and produced a small wad of cash, "Oh no. Blaine, I can pay for my own coffee-"
Blaine rolled his eyes, "Oh shut it, Hummel, it's the least I can do. You did offer to drive me to and from school until my bike's fixed," the pair in front of Kurt and Blaine left to the pickup line and the two boys stepped up to the counter, "One Medium Drip with cinnamon and one Grande Non-Fat Mocha, please," Blaine handed the cash to the woman and told her their names, "Keep the change," he told her before pulling Kurt to the pickup line.
When the two received their coffees, Kurt smiled, "Thanks," he said appreciatively before taking a sip of the steaming drink and humming contently as the hot liquid slid down his throat.
"No problem," Blaine shrugged, opening the door for Kurt who thanked him and began to walk to his car with Blaine.
"So are you going to detention today?" Kurt asked as he drove to the school.
"Well, I kind of have to don't I?" Blaine said, giving Kurt an odd look.
"Don't give me that look, Anderson. You just seem like one of those people who don't care what teachers say!" Kurt explained.
Blaine rolled his eyes at Kurt, "Yeah, well… my ride is kind of stuck in detention, so even if I was like that, it wouldn't really matter. I don't see the point in standing around the school and getting yelled at later when I could just sit in some dumbass classroom for an hour and avoid the whole yelling part."
Kurt nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I didn't think about that…"
Kurt pulled into the school's parking lot and turned into a parking space. He shut off his car before grabbing his book bag and climbing out, closing the door carefully behind him. Blaine met him at the back of the car and Kurt clicked the lock button on his keys before shoving them into the side pocket in his bag and heaving it back up onto his shoulder.
The two boys made their way up to the school and through the glass doors before turning towards each other. Kurt thought for a moment before he spoke, "If you want to, you can come and sit with me and the rest of the Glee Club at lunch today," Kurt said awkwardly, "It's just… I noticed yesterday that you didn't eat, and you went somewhere else, and if it was because you didn't have anywhere to sit I wanted to offer-"
Blaine chuckled, "Maybe," he replied, cutting Kurt off, "Now get to class, I'll see you later sexy," Blaine sent Kurt a wink as he began walking down the hall. Kurt took a shaky breath and began walking to his locker. Blaine was… interesting. One moment he was sincere, the next minute he was back to his sexually frustrated ways. The changes in Blaine's personality made Kurt's head hurt.
The bell rang and signaled for lunch much too quickly today, and Kurt slowly made his way to the cafeteria, drawing the walk out for as long as he could. He wasn't sure what he would tell his friends. Maybe he'd get lucky and everyone would forget about it and not ask anything? Kurt could guarantee that that would not happen though, especially since Finn, being the blabber mouth he is, probably brought up this morning's incident and told the whole group that not only did Kurt take Blaine to the garage last night, but he also picked Blaine up today.
Speaking of Blaine, Kurt hadn't seen him since this morning. Where was he? Kurt thought. He couldn't have just gone home, unless he walked, which Blaine didn't seem like he would do. Kurt sighed, who knew with Blaine. All Kurt knew was that he hoped Blaine wouldn't ditch him in detention, he did not want to fend for himself against Mr. Livingston again. Chemistry had been hell.
All too quickly Kurt was standing at the doors to the cafeteria. He watched the groups of teens laughing and eating their food for a moment before walking in and grabbing his regular lunch. He made his way to the table where, just as he expected, they were all waiting on him. As soon as he sat down the questions began.
"Are you gonna tell us what's going on with Anderson?"
"Yeah, like why he sang a song to you in Glee when you told us you hadn't met him?"
"Yeah and why you took him to the garage last night?"
"And why you drove him to school today?"
"Yeah Lady Lips, are you and the hobbit getting it on, or what?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, before holding up his hands, "Hold up!" He said quite loudly, shutting the whole table up, "I'm only one person, I can't answer everyone's questions at the same time," he sighed and took a bite of his salad before continuing, "Anyway, I'll start by saying that, yes, I lied yesterday at lunch. I met Blaine in Mr. Livingston's third period class, where he got us after school detention on non-Glee days for the next two weeks," he explained, "All I'll say about that is that it was entirely his fault. As for taking him to the garage, he heard about my dad's shop and asked if I could show him the way because his motorcycle was having some issues. That's also why I drove him to school today, and I will be for the next week or so," Kurt continued, "And as for your question Satan, no, he and I are not getting anything on."
"If it were up to me we would be," a voice said behind him, and Kurt turned his head to see Blaine taking the vacant seat beside him, a smirk on his face, "Hey sexy," Blaine greeted him, causing Kurt to roll his eyes.
"I'm suddenly regretting offering our table for you to sit at," Kurt joked. Blaine chuckled, picking a french fry off of his tray and eating it. The rest of the table watched the two boys in curiosity. Noticing their audience, Blaine turned his gaze away from Kurt's and to them.
"Something I can help you with?" He snapped. The table shook their heads and looked away from him. Blaine rolled his eyes and continued to eat his food, "What the hell's up with your friends?" He asked Kurt.
Kurt sighed, "Finn figured out that my dad met you at the garage yesterday, and that I was picking you up from school today, and had it set in their minds that we were secretly together or something…" Kurt supplied, shrugging awkwardly as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
"Oh," Blaine replied, nodding.
The rest of lunch was awkward, most of the table shooting glances at the two boys, who both sat quietly eating their food. Hushed conversations filled the table until the bell rang and lunch was over. Well that was the most awkward lunch Kurt had ever had.