Thank you all SO much for all of your reviews and messages and alerts. Kinda shocked me to be honest! :D
I wanted to do this little chapter before anything else because Kurt's nerves are always going to be something to overcome, plus, I had that little moment when Blaine slides the coffee towards Kurt and Kurt mouths "thank you" in THE cutest way imagineable. It's small and impossibly sweet and BECAUSE it's so tentative and Kurt looks almost overwhelmed by a small gesture... I imagine him taking a little while to get used to things. Plenty of fluff to come.
Really hope you enjoy :D Also, for those who haven't seen Breakfast in Tiffany's... search Henry Manchini for Moon River. It's dreamy 3 xxx
Kurt is speechless. As they made their way up the large sweeping staircase, he glances sideways sneakily into open doors framed by light. Inside, guys are playing on Xboxes, listening to music, one guy is strumming his guitar and another iss working out. He can hear laughing from one end of the corridor and can detect the lingering smell of food. It's homely, it's the only word to use.
"I'm going to apologise for the mess in our room. Wes is a pig."
Kurt chuckles, relaxing a little. It feels nice to not have to worry about what he was going to say or do. Blaine is a cool guy, one that's so mindlessly easy to be with. The only problem is that breathing seems to be a struggle. Being so close to him and the prospect of a whole night only in Blaine's company is terrifying and exciting all at once. It's all brand new.
As they enter Blaine's room, Kurt can't help but smile. It's not lost on Blaine as he drops down into Wes' desk chair and swings around proudly.
"You like?" he asks as Kurt's eyes fall gradually on random parts of the room. He can tell Kurt has relaxed a little, his shoulders aren't tense anymore and the little grin on his face is natural.
"I like," Kurt replies, his fingers unable to resist reaching out to touch the throw on Blaine's bed. Egyptian Cotton, he muses, Blaine owns Egyptian cotton. Wow.
"Nice isn't it?"
Kurt nods a reply, still in awe. He notices Blaine's book shelf (ranging impressively from classics to modern crime novels with the entire set of Harry Potter and a sprinkling of foreign literature) and smiles gradually as he spots Blaine's DVDs.
"Wow. I mean, wow," Kurt breathes out, kneeling down beside the small cupboard in the corner of the room.
"Told you it was cheesy," Blaine laughs, perching on the edge of the desk above Kurt, "we can watch one if you'd like?"
" Are you sure, I mean I don't want to stop you from doing school work or sleeping or..."
Blaine smiles and takes the DVD Kurt is holding out of his hand. "Breakfast at Tiffany's, eh?"
Kurt feels a little blush creep up his cheek. It's a bit of a shock. Finn had complained all of the way through "The Way We Were" when Kurt had attempted to educate him in the ways of Miss Streisand whilst secretly swooning inside over Robert Redford. His dad had yawned and fallen asleep in his chair prompting Finn to lose interest and playing on his Iphone.
"You like Audrey Hepburn?" Kurt asks quietly.
"Are you kidding me? She's spectacular," Blaine croons, flopping down on his bed after sliding the DVD in his player.
"I know, right? Only Audrey can rock a man's shirt and tassle ear plugs. I'd secretly always wanted to turn a bath tub into a sofa if I ever get my own place."
Blaine can see Kurt's eyes sparkling as he talks. The light from the bed lamp refracts in the blue of Kurt's eyes. It's nice to see him animated.
"Favourite scene?" Blaine asks, noticing Kurt isn't too sure where to sit, as the soothing sound of "Moon River" drifts into the expanse of space between them.
"Toss up between the party Holly throws and the scene where she sings on her stoop," Kurt replies, reeling in the awesomeness of the conversation. He is still, however, standing awkwardly to the side of Blaine's bed.
"Think mine has got to be the end. Gets me everytime," Blaine smiles genuinely making Kurt's heart flutter. His eyes are truly enchanting, Kurt muses dreamily. "I won't bite you know." Blaine pats the bed beside him.
Kurt snaps back into the room from inside his head. "Oh sorry, yea, ok," Kurt stutters, slowly lowering himself beside Blaine.
"Although I guess the scene with George Peppard in a sheet isn't bad either," Blaine states easily with a wink in Kurt's direction.
Kurt has to laugh. He hasn't talked guys with many people before. He'd keep it to himself or possibly mention it to Mercedes but Blaine is so comfortable with everything that it feels incredible.
"Oh god I know. What I wouldn't give to be Audrey in that scene. I mean, that kiss, in the rain. The poor cat is nearly crushed. I guess we can dream right?" Kurt babbles.
Blaine laughs loudly as he pushes himself back to lean against the wall, his legs crossed underneath him. He looks so snuggly making Kurt's fingers twitch. It is impossible to resist. "Have you seen The Way We Were?"
Kurt can barely believe it. "Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"Oh my god Blaine. You like old movies?"
"I love old movies. Especially ones with Robert Redford."
"Oh my god," Kurt rushes out, a little too loudly, "you're like my new favourite person."
Blaine's smile just about floors him. He's teetering on the brink of bliss as he settles himself against the wall following Blaine's lead. "I'm glad to hear it!"
Kurt blushes a bit. "I mean, well, I just don't know anyone else who loves all of that stuff like I do. My cultural references are usually lost on people. I once suggested that we use choreography from Fred Astairre and Ginger Rogers to which Finn replied 'that's those dudes who used to dance together right?"
"Oh god." Blaine mutters, stifling a laugh.
"Exactly. This is what I live with." Kurt edges a little closer to Blaine as the lamp casts a glow on the screen but as his hand digs into the quilt to help him shuffle, it brushes Blain's arm. He can't stop the automatic reaction as he jumps and blushes furiously.
Blaine can sense every tiny movement Kurt makes. He knows he's nervous, he knows he isn't used to being alone with a guy and, after years of living in boarding rooms and spending days and nights with guys of all persuasions, he is damn sure he'll do everything he can to stop Kurt from freaking out. It's incredibly cute though, he decides to himself.
"Sorry," Kurt whispers and turns to face the screen again.
Blaine turns his head toward Kurt and smiles. Kurt feels his stomach tighten deliciously. It's all a little too much.
"You feeling any better?" Blaine asks. Kurt can almost feel the warmth in his voice. It's velvet and more reassuring than he is sure Blaine realises.
Kurt sighs and relaxes into the cushion behind him. "Much better. Thank you. Honestly."
He doesn't dare look at Blaine. He knows that he'd be unable to breathe if he does so he focuses on the screen.
"I know I'm kind of still a stranger to you but I just want you to know, I understand. I understand it all and I'm always a drive away or on the other end of a phone if you need someone."
Kurt has to look. His head moves in automaton as his eyes fix themselves on Blaine's. He isn't sure if he's going to cry or laugh as Blaine doesn't look away or blink or anything, he just sits there. A look so honest and deep that it's physically impossible to stop himself from sighing.
"It's funny because you don't seem like a stranger to me."
"I don't?" Blaine asks, ignoring the movie and intently watching the subtle ways Kurt's eyes flicker and reveal every single emotion inside. It's fascinating.
"No you seem really familiar to me. I don't know, maybe I'm going a little mad. It's been a tough couple of weeks and now I'm sounding like a bit of a stalker." He feels himself cringe inwardly.
Blaine makes a little noise of amusement. "I could do a lot worse in a stalker," he jokes, his hand reaching up to brush a curl from his temple. Kurt's heart quickens as he watches every miniscule movement.
"I'm going to shut up now," Kurt whispers, embarrassed. 'What the hell is wrong with you?' he thinks, be normal, be normal. It's like a mantra. His feisty edge feels dampened by nerves and stifled by his own stupid brain.
"Kurt?"
"Yea?" Kurt turns to look at Blaine, who is shuffling to face him and staring intently.
"If you're uncomfortable, you have to tell me ok?" Blaine mumbles, a little awkwardly himself. Being acutely aware of Kurt's present situation and the way his privacy and choices have been invaded left right and centre, Blaine is damned sure he's not going to add to it.
Kurt sighs, his hands playing with eachother in his lap and his eyes never leaving them. "I'm not uncomfortable, I just... you're so kind to me and this kind of thing doesn't happen to me very often. Well, never." His eyes slide up to meet the pair opposite. They're so searching and understanding that it's overwhelming.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, this. Watching DVDs. Sitting with someone. Talking." Kurt is painfully aware of how tragic it sounds.
Blaine's heart hurts. Surely Kurt's being modest. "I'm sure that's not true."
Kurt blinks up at him. "It's completely true. I mean, I go out with Mercedes, she's my friend from school, but I've spent a lot of time looking after my dad recently and well, I haven't exactly had people clawing my door down to spend time with me, so..."
Blaine is speechless but Kurt continues. "I mean I have my Glee friends, if you can really call them that. Puck spent most of last year throwing me into dumpsters and Quinn, now she's back as head cheerleader, barely looks at me, Rachel and I share a healthy competition but most of the time I want to strangle her pretty little neck..."
"High school's just impossible if you're as unique as you are," Blaine stated matter-of-factly.
"Now you're just trying to make me blush," Kurt mumbles, his eyes peeking up at Blaine's to make sure he hasn't crossed a line. They are met with a gorgeous dazzling smile and a cheeky roll of the eyes.
"Well, it's working," Blaine teases, nudging Kurt's shoulder with his own, "anyway, it's completely true. You're so freakin' stylish that most girls are probably jealous. I had to google someone of the people you spoke about last week... designers, right? You've got a voice to kill for and well, you've got more culture in your baby finger than most people collect over a lifetime. This is from someone who has known you a matter of weeks..."
Kurt smiles down at his lap. "Thanks."
"Just speaking the truth. Oh god, the sheet scene... I swear I can't stand so much handsome at once," Blaine groans pleasurably making Kurt's insides knot in a way he can barely deal with.
"Do you own 'The Way We Wer-"
"It's going on next," Blaine laughs out, snuggling down into his duvet.
Kurt strokes the Egyptian cotton between his fingers and settles back against the wall, his shoulder millimetres from Blaine's but close enough to feel the warmth coming from him. His head is reeling and palms feel clammy but he's so content it's beyond description. Content... he had forgotten the meaning of the word but because of Blaine, it's all he can think of.