AN - Thanks for all the support! Sorry I took so long to update.
This goes for the whole story from now on:
Bold is Blaine singing.
Italics are Kurt singing (except for the flashback :D)
Underline are the Warblers singing.
Enjoy!
With one last check in the mirror, I stepped out of my BMW Gina - sometimes a rich family is worth it - and rang the doorbell of Kurt's house. Although it was way smaller than my house, and less luxurious than Dalton; I liked the sense of home (and smell of delicious home-made food) that emanated from the building.
"I'll get it! No seriously Finn, I will get it." Kurt's voice rang from inside the house.
And that's what you missed on Dalton Academy Warblers!
Blaine P.O.V.
I heard some noises and bumps inside, guessing that Kurt and Finn were fighting for the door. I found it endearing that they cared that much. The door opened and I soon found that my original guess was right.
Finn stood panting right at the door, Kurt standing just behind him. Finn's hand was just above Kurt's hair.
"Sorry for my step-brother's behaviour," said Kurt as if he had offended me, "but Finn threatened to ruffle my hair, and I just can't do that look." I smirked and put my hand out for Finn to shake. He really was the giant that Kurt described him as, but that look of innocence made it impossible to see him as imposing. I could see what Kurt saw in him last year, but I didn't really see the appeal myself.
"Blaine Anderson. I'm glad to finally meet you. Kurt has told me all about you." He overlooked my hand, looking at something outside. I followed his eyes to see him staring at my car.
"Is that a BMW Gina?" asked Finn.
"Are you kidding me? I've wanted to get my hands on one of those for ages!" That one, surprisingly, came from Kurt. I must have been staring at him like he came from another planet, as he smirked at me while saying, "My dad owns a garage. I've worked there for extra money. I know cars."
I couldn't help but imagine him dressed as a grease monkey. Un-dapper thoughts Blaine! I tried to distract myself by looking at what he was currently wearing, but that was even worse. He had on cherry-red skinny jeans that looked like they were painted on; a tight, white, v-neck shirt; black suspenders; and a jacket that matched the colour of his jeans. He sure did have a good fashion sense, but I wished that he could wear something that wouldn't make me want to jump his bones.
Kurt must have noticed something, as his eyebrows shot into his hairline. "Finn! Let him inside!" he squeaked, then promptly covered his mouth as I tried to cover my laugh with a cough. It was unsuccessful.
As I put my hand down and Finn let me inside, Kurt started going on about giving me the "grand tour", but I had other plans.
"Kurt, don't you think you should introduce me to your dad and Finn's mum? After all, they did invite me and insist on my presence."
"Oh, right!" he said, rushing around to show me where to put my blazer. He was so cute when he got flustered. As I took off my blazer, I rolled up my sleeves as I felt like I was dressed too formally. FInn was, after all, dressed in jeans and a shirt, and for Kurt, it was always an opportunity for fashion. He had probably changed as soon as he got home just for dinner.
Kurt P.O.V.
"Dad, Carole, this is Blaine Anderson," I said as Blaine shook their hands. Always the dapper boy. I had only just got him to let his hair down around me this week. "He's helped me through the last few weeks with Karofsky's bullying. He was also bullied at his old school before moving to Dalton."
"Any friend of Kurt's is always welcome in this house." said Dad. I had instructed him to be on his best behaviour. "Call us Burt and Carole. With the amount of talking Kurt does about you, I can see he looks up to you and we already know you so well that I think we can go past the awkward Mr. Hummel phase." I hoped Blaine missed the part about me always talking about him.
"Only good things I hope, Kurt." joked Blaine. Obviously not. "Congratulations on your marriage Burt and Carole. Kurt told me all about it, I guess you already know how excited he was to be the wedding planner."
"C'mon Blaine," I said, grabbing his hand and dragging him away from my dad before he opened his mouth again and said something embarrassing. "I'll show you my room!"
We ran upstairs and I pulled him into my room before thinking. I had cleaned out my locker earlier that day, and the picture of him and collage of "COURAGE" were still sitting out on my bed, as I planned on taking it to Dalton. Luckily, he took it in good stride, noticing it as soon as he got in the room and saying "That's not fair! I don't have a picture of you for my room."
"Well it actually came from my school locker. I cleaned it out today," I said. This was the reason he was invited to dinner. My dad told me I should tell him in private. I took a breath and explained before he could interject his question. "I'm transferring to Dalton. The school board repealed Karofsky's expulsion and he will be back on Monday. My parent's are using their honeymoon money to pay the fees."
I started to cry, thinking again of the friends I'd be missing.
"I know that you'll miss your friends. I did at first. But as you settle in and make new friends you will realise that it was for the better. You would never have been able to relax at McKinley with Karofsky on the loose." he said, while rubbing my back to comfort me.
Blaine started to hum the intro to a song, one that I knew well. I hummed the guitar part with him as he sung the first verse.
When you're down and troubled
and you need a helping hand,
and nothing, whoa nothing is going right.
Close your eyes and think of me
and soon I will be there
to brighten up even your darkest nights.
I dropped the humming and joined in with the harmony. I was right all those times when I had imagined that our voices would go well together.
You just call out my name,
and you know wherever I am
I'll come running, oh yeah baby
to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall,
all you got to do is call
and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You've got a friend.
He motioned to me, and I took the next verse. In the back of my mind, I was aware that it was the first time he had heard me sing solo. I hoped that I had the impact on him that he had on me when singing.
If the sky above you
should turn dark and full of clouds
and that old north wind should begin to blow
Keep your head together and call my name out loud now
and soon I'll be knocking upon your door.
You just call out my name and you know where ever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer or fall
all you got to do is call
and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
This was making me feel better already. I stood up and pulled him up with me, and we started dancing around, not trying to impress each other, but rather just having fun as we alternated between lines. It was slightly lower than I usually sang, but I could live with it.
Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend?
People can be so cold.
They'll hurt you and desert you.
Well they'll take your soul if you let them.
Oh yeah, but don't you let them.
You just call out my name and you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again.
Oh babe, don't you know that,
Winter spring summer or fall,
Hey now, all you've got to do is call.
Lord, I'll be there, yes I will.
You've got a friend.
You've got a friend.
Ain't it good to know you've got a friend.
Ain't it good to know you've got a friend.
You've got a friend.
We collapsed on my bed at the same time. Finn walked in, and tripped over his own feet at the sight of us on my bed.
"S-s-sorry if I interrupted or anything." he apologized. I was shocked and started blushing at what he was implying, while Blaine just laughed. I smacked him and started to explain.
"Just because we're both gay, doesn't mean we're automatically dating." I snapped, trying to explain what had happened, but I was so embarrassed that Blaine took over the story.
"Kurt was upset at leaving all his friends behind, so I started to sing to tell him that I would always be there as his friend to make sure that he was okay, and not to be afraid. We both ended up singing and dancing around like idiots. After the song, we collapsed on the bed, at which point you walked in." he explained eloquently.
"Well Burt and Mum want you down for dinner," grumbled Finn. "I hope you like chicken." he added, to Blaine.
Blaine P.O.V.
The rest of dinner went by uneventfully. My mind was still reeling from Kurt's announcement and our impromptu song. His voice was like that of an angel, or at least how I imagined an angel would sing.
But I still had one question left on my mind: Would he be joining the Warblers? He had already told me that he would be boarding. I explained that all boarders had to participate in an extracurricular activity, and they would board with the other members of that activity. Until this afternoon, the Warbler dormitory was full. But my roommate had left. He would be boarding with me.
"Of course I'll be joining the Warblers," he said as if I was stupid. "The only other extracurricular activities I have ever participated in is football and the Cheerios. I hate football, and the Cheerios was just embarrassing."
Football? I thought. Kurt + Football = Does not compute. I voiced my thoughts, wondering the story behind it.
"This was before he had come out to me. I caught him dancing to Single Ladies with two girls while wearing a unitard." started Burt. Kurt groaned, obviously wishing that I didn't hear this story. It only compelled me to want to know more. "One of the girls with him told me that he was the kicker on the and the other pretended to be his girlfriend."
"He approached me and asked if I could get him an audition for the team," Finn continued the story as I laughed at Kurt's use of the term audition. "We practiced, but each time he kicked, he used the Single Ladies dance to warm up. Our old coach, Coach Tanaka, decided to have try-outs for a new kicker around that time. Kurt did an amazing kick, and got on straight away. Most of the boys were against a gay guy on the team, but Coach said he was the best kicker our team had ever had.
"Puck and I wanted to loosen up the team, so we got Kurt, Mr. Schue and Coach to make them all learn the Single Ladies dance. Kurt taught them. On our next game, the whole team danced before our last play. We got the try and tied, but we had like, ten seconds left, and had Kurt kick.
"He did his dance, kicked, and scored a P.A.T., a point after touchdown. It was the only game we won that season." Finn explained.
"I know what a P.A.T. is. I'm a football fan." I said. Burt, Carole and Finn stared at me. I understood what they were getting at. "I'm not the most stereotypical gay guy you will meet. Sure, I read Vogue, but I also watch football, and have been told that I'm actually quite manly for someone who's gay. Well done Kurt for your football adventures!" I winked at him as I said that.
"I came out to my dad that night," he said. That's why this story was important to him. "He told me that he knew since I was three. I quit the team as soon as we were told to choose between football and Glee. Do I need to audition for the Warblers?"
"I can put in a good word for you as I'm the lead singer, and some recordings should be good enough." I explained. "But our second soloist just transferred out, so if you wan the position, you'll need to come prepared to the first meeting with a number to audition. If you really want to impress the Council, sing something with me to show how our voices harmonise. There will be others auditioning, so you might not get it as you're new."
I decided not to tell him yet that he would me rooming with me. I wanted it to be a surprise, along with another surprise that I quickly talked to Finn about while Kurt went to burn me a CD with songs that he had previously recorded. While he was out, I had asked Finn about the Cheerios. He told me to look it up on Youtube, along with a video of Kurt's winning shot at the only football game he participated in. I resolved to do so, and also check to see if there were any videos of him performing to show the Council.
Tomorrow I had to break the news of Sean's transfer and the loss of our second soloist to the Warblers, but at least I could lessen the blow with the news of a counter-tenor that would greatly increase our range of songs. As a male acapella choir, our song choice was usually highly limited, but Kurt would allow use to perform many songs traditionally performed by women.
When I got out of my car, I had a text from Kurt asking if I could come to his house again on Sunday to help him pack and get moving. I assured him that of course I would, and offered him the use of my car as I knew that both Carole and Burt worked on Saturdays. He would only move in officially on Monday, but he wanted to get his stuff into the dormitories before then so that he wouldn't miss half of his first school day.
I couldn't wait until he finally moved into my dormitory room, I would be able to see him every day without an almost two hour drive.
AN - The song is You've Got A Friend by James Taylor. Link for a Youtube version of the song is in my profile. Also, I don't own Glee.