For a more emotional experience, feel free to watch this:
http:/www.youtube.com/watch?v=xv0voan_2tg&feature=BFa&list=FL1z-zDUDc71W2YBhH4dyzkw&lf=mh_lolz (I did not create nor do not take credit for this)
Klaine time my friends, Klaine time.
xx
I feel you forget me.
8pm.
"Are you two ever going to order? I've got other customers you know," Delilah placed a hand on her hip and a playful smile on her face.
"Are you insisting we drink?" Jeff accused with an expression of mock shock.
"I think she is!" Nick chimed in, with a faked gasp as he held his hands in front of his face in a rather feminine way.
Kurt rolled his eyes as he mumbled under his breath, "And they're the straight ones?" not anticipating his wit to reach the ears of anyone.
However, Blaine was not 'anyone' and he let out a laugh, the first time he had laughed in a long time and he felt that feeling coursing through his stomach. That feeling you get when you laugh after a while of not doing so, like your body had once forgotten how good it felt to laugh, and now had the pleasure of being reminded. "You should have seen them when they were going through their very own 'Desperate Housewives' phase."
Kurt scoffed, despite a coy smile of his own showing itself, "Not even I watch that."
"Rather be watching America's Next Top Model, or another run-way show of your choosing?" Blaine joked.
Well I used to kind of hope my designs would be running those shows by now Kurt winced internally but instead joked along, "Can you blame me? They're addicting."
"Oh I know exactly how you feel," Blaine winked at him.
It had been a while since anyone had said that to Kurt.
9:45 pm.
"So, tell me about yourself," Kurt challenged, taking a sip from his Cosmo.
"What about myself?" Blaine took a swig of his beer, raising his eyebrow in question.
Kurt shrugged, "Anything." "Job, family, pet...?" He ventured, unable to prevent his voice from flickering on the word family.
"Why are you so curious?" He didn't sound harsh, he was just curious himself of as to why he seemed so interesting to the man who hadn't breathed a word about himself the entire night.
"Because you seem like the kind of guy who would manage to kill a cactus," Kurt offered with a mischievous look in his eye.
"Oh how you doubt me..." Blaine shook his head, "one time, I had a pet cat thatI had decided was a girl. And so, I named her Deborah and we hit it off, mainly because we had a system; she would eat my mother's nasty tuna that she insisted on making," He wrinkled his nose at the memory, "and I would let her sleep on my bed. But, one day when my cousins came to visit , who were only four, they chased Deborah around and dressed her up in these little outfits," he shook his head, "And then for unknown reasons she jumped out of the window..."
"Second story?" Kurt gasped.
"Second story." Blaine paused for a minute and then continued on, "The veterinarian clarified that Deborah was, despite contrary belief, a boy..."
10:15 pm.
Half an hour later Kurt was clutching his sides, from laughing so hard laughing so hard. He hadn't found anything quite as funny as Blaine's childhood in a long long time. It lifted his heart a little, slowly rising it from his stomach where he thought it had been permanently lodged. Delilah was busier now, running back and forth between taking orders and mixing drinks from people seated at the bar, and from helping sat orders from guests seated in tables and booths. Nick and Jeff had gotten off of their stools and began mingling with girls on the other side of the bar, though occasionally at different intervals they would glance at Delilah. To Kurt it seemed as it always had, that he was in his own little bubble but this time he wasn't alone. Blaine was in his little bubble too, and he couldn't bring himself to be happy about it. All this was, was Blaine telling him stories, dropping flirty remarks every now and again, and Kurt laughing. He tried to keep all questions on Blaine, getting him too indulged in alcohol to notice. In that moment, his vision became clearer, he noted the smile on Blaine's face, goofy and matching his own he was sure, the look of tire and stress on Delilah's although she smiled a bit at the interaction between Blaine and himself, and Jeff and Nick's goofing around. He also felt his stomach feel lighter and lighter, with each word he spoke and each breath of laugher he took, and thats when he decided that this...this happiness he was feeling was just the alcohol. There was no way it could be more.
11 pm.
"Bro, you are so tanked!" A loud, giggly Jeff declared, pounding the palm of his hand against Nick's back as they drunkenly returned to their original seats.
"I'm not even," Nick laughed and then leaned closer to Jeff, whispering in his ear, "I haven't had alcohol since I was seven."
""He's a denial drunk," Kurt said, looking over Nick, feeling rather tipsy himself.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Jeff asked as he held two fingers in front of Nick's face.
"Two. See?" Nick stated proudly, puffing out his chest a little.
"Now how many?" Jeff asked again, but this time he held his hand downwards so his two fingers formed an upside down 'V'.
"Two!" Another cheery response came from Nick.
"Wrong!" Jeff bursted out in laughter while Delilah side-eyed him, "I'm hold them down."
"I'm such a doof!" Nick said, face-palming his face with no, not his hand, but the top of his beer.
"A cute one at that," A blonde girl walked by, and placed her hand on his shoulder while speaking, and then walked off, leaving Nick to follow her.
"He's like a puppy!" Jeff watched in pure amazement.
"And Kurt is like a cat!" Blaine exclaimed giddily.
At this point, Delilah nearly dropped the soda-hose as she filled out an order of just Sprite while agreeing, "So true."
"Wha's tha s'pposed to mean?" Kurt grumbled, pouting a bit.
"No no I mean it nicely! Your like, the good cat, the king of cats! And Jesse is like the evil lord of cats!" Blaine said, hastily trying to correct himself, "You're Mufasa and he's Scar!"
"Jesse?" Kurt frowned.
"He's my ex! He was sleeping with Ed," Delilah assumed he was making another reference to the Lion King, as in the hyena as she eavesdropped, "and I caught him, I caught him, I caught him earlier today!"
"Month," Jeff corrected.
"Yeah, yeah, its only a day in cat time, right Kurt?" Blaine turned more to Kurt, his eyes begging for him to agree.
"At least it wasn't Nala!" Kurt exclaimed before stating bluntly, "I think you're more of a puppy, Blaine."
"Yeah right, so in dog years, Scar just cheated on me!" Blaine frowned.
"It's more like seven months ago he did," Delilah sighed.
"But the need to punch him in the face is a burning as ever! Kurr' why didn't you come to roar at them and get them away? Mufasa would be disappointed!" Blaine complained, contradicting himself.
"How am I ever going to get all of you home," Delilah sighed.
2 am.
"You know this really shouldn't be my responsibility," She huffed as she helped walk Jeff to the waiting taxi, "I'm just the waitress and occasional bar-tender, not your babysitter."
"But a beautiful one at that!" Jeff said affectionately, throwing his arm around her.
"Alright lover boy," She pushed him into the taxi and buckling him in, "speaking of whom, where'd Nick go?" Her eyes scanned the outside surroundings of The Palm.
"He went home with blondie!" Jeff said, not bothering to keep the jealousy over the fact his friend was getting laid when he wasn't.
"And Blaine?" She asked.
"Right here!" Kurt had Blaine hooked onto him, much like Jeff had just been to Delilah., and plopping him next to Jeff.
Delilah held her hand on the door of the yellow cab ready to close it, "Goodnight guys,"
"Night Dee!" Jeff smiled.
"G'night Timon!" Another Lion King pun, which apparently seemed like reality to Blaine.
Kurt laughed, "Goodnight Pumbaa!"
Delilah shut the door and waved them off, "Now lets get you home." and linked arms with Kurt.
xx
Burt Hummel didn't cry much, most people considered him too manly to do such a thing. But whenever he passed through the basement, which he tried to make a habit of not doing, or pulled out his wallet to see a picture of his son smiling back at him, he couldn't help but feel his eyes sting. And on the occasion where he'd see any picture of his son, he would stare at it for a bit, yes even the one in his wallet that he had seen a thousand times, and just wonder. The blue eyes staring straight back at him, and the smile that had been plastered onto Kurt's face three seconds before the camera went off, made him wonder if Kurt would have smiled differently had he known that when he was smiling he wasn't just looking into a camera lens, no, he would be looking at the future Burt. He, in that picture, would be the closest thing Burt had of him come five years.
Sometimes, he would even visit Elizabeth's grave and ask her "Where is our son? Please Liz...you gotta to help me."
But Burt didn't have the slightest clue were his son was, he didn't five years ago, and he still didn't now. But that didn't mean he didn't try, because he did every day. He filed continuous police reports, but what good did that do him? He tried, Carole tried after just 24 hours of not hearing from him, Finn did, Rachel's fathers did, but the minute the words 'Sexual Orientation: Homosexual.' on some information cards met an officers eyes or the words 'Isn't that the gay kid?' met their ears, the case was dropped almost faster than a hot pan.
Finn took it hardly for a while, but began to push the events out of his mind, including the event where he first ever met Kurt. He was a mess until he left for college, and Burt figured the change of scenery gave Finn a change of mind. But that didn't stop him from noticing the large hole in the wall next to Kurt's door, or Finn's swollen fist when Finn came back to visit from college for Christmas. Mercedes and Rachel were much the same, Rachel crying hysterically, one day during graduation practice, when Kurt's name had been called to receive his robes. The rest of New Directions, Sam included, also shed a few tears during graduation, when a slide show had been made of all of the graduating seniors and towards the end of the slide show their had been a few slides of the people who would have graduated with them, but didn't because of some unfortunate event- whether it be a car accident, a suicide, or a run away...
Carole knew no words of hers could provide comfort on certain days, all she could do was hold him and feel remorseful herself. The only thing that could comfort her husband was his son, the one thing she couldn't give. The guys down at his shop knew, and they offered support by trying to get Burt to eat healthy in a way much similar to Kurt's.
"Gotta keep that heart of yours in good shape when ya see your boy again," Bob, another worker, and Joe had said to him one day before handing him a bottled water and some Cheerios.
No matter what anyone did, or how much time passed, Burt Hummel was still as miserable as the day he came home from the hospital, after much worrying of why Kurt never showed up there either, and found his own home Kurt-less. Today wasn't an exception, as he was going through boxes in the attic and found a box with the word Stuff scribbled on it in sharpie. He inwardly laughed at himself, and how when he organized these boxes to move them from the basement years ago he was too bothered to write what stuff was in there. But curiosity got the best of him as he set the box down and knelt on the floor next to it, cutting through the tape and opening the flaps. His eyes were greeted with outdated newspaper, and he reached into the box and grabbed a rather small lump of what appeared to be just a rolled up ball of newspaper. He was tempted to throw it back in the box and not wonder why he had just thrown crumpled up newspapers into a box, but his common sense got a hold of him and told him that the box he just lifted was far too heavy to just be holding newspapers. He unraveled it slowly and revealed a porcelain teacup that had 'Kurt' written on it in calligraphy on the side.
Suddenly, the memories came back to him, like floodgates had opened. He recalled the lazy Sunday afternoons, playing tea-party with Kurt, his boy, not even caring how gay it made the both of them look. Suddenly, he just wished he had enjoyed it more. Suddenly, the cup slipped out of his grasp and his hands went to cradle his head as he bent over in pain, agony. And suddenly, he couldn't stop himself from wondering where Kurt was. If he was alive. Who he was with. If he had found love. Where he worked. Everything.
xx
"He's at work," Delilah reported the next day at 6pm as she wiped down the booth of a table where Jeff and Blaine were sitting after Blaine asked, a slight frown tugging at her features.
"Does he work at a bar too?" Blaine asked, disappointment evident in voice.
"Mhm," she nodded, because it technically wasn't a lie, and then looked back at him, smiling, "Smitten for Mufasa are you?
Blaine suddenly paled, "What?"
"You're a pretty interesting drunk, you know that?" She said.
"I guess it was a long shot for me to hope that was just a dream..." Blaine mumbled, staring down at his feet.
"He just wants his number," Jeff said, elbowing Blaine good-heartedly, "like a lovesick puppy."
"That could be arranged," Delilah said with a smile, "it depends on how well you tip me." Blaine smiled up at her, "And where is Nick today? Too hungover?"
"He never responded to our text asking him to meet us here," Blaine said, shaking his head in disappointment.
"Or calls." Jeff added.
"Or voicemails," Blaine concluded.
"Well that girl he went home with looked a bit shady," Jeff commented.
Blaine scoffed, "She looked like a prostitute."
"I actually think she looked more like a stripper," Jeff said sarcastically.
Delilah winced and thought of Kurt.
xx
Chapter Three.~
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