Hi, Chapter two here c: I hope you carry on and read it, I promise it does get a little angst and problematic in the next chapter! 3
Kurt: I stare at my coffee, Blaine and his friend Wes are sat opposite me and talk about the agenda of work. I can't get the thought out of my mind that this was really happening, something told me not to go, but my words had spilt from my lips before I could think about it. I think about Jason and how sick he was, how vulnerable, he was probably still at rest, as I sit in a comfortable coffee shop with a gorgeous man I hardly know. Guilt washes over my mind and I grip my cup tighter, like my life depends on it. I decide I should leave, I even pick up my jacket and stand from the leather seat, about to excuse myself. But those eyes, honey sprinkled and full with anxiety, he looks at me in a plea, I stare.
"You aren't leaving yet are you?" Wes perks up.
"I just-" His eyes have something unreadable in them, I don't think I can do this, I feel like I am violating my relationship just sitting with this man. I shake my head and take my seat again, it would be fine if his friend stayed right? Blaine's eyes are calm again, though that something still lingers. I find myself stuck as I gaze into the warm honey orbs, I know I shouldn't but I let myself get lost in them, they really are a beautiful colour. I don't even notice the way that Wes has stood up to get a refill, Cappuccino and a medium drip for Blaine. I am lost for words whilst I am stuck at a table alone with the adorable librarian. He looks nervous and I still stare, I know it could be taken as creepy but I don't consider myself to care.
"So Kurt." He begins with a nervous cough to clear his throat then continues. "I like your jacket." I laugh, I can't help it when he acts so shy and intertwines his fingers together in a nervous attempt to distract himself. A smile creeps to my lips.
"Thank you Blaine, yours is cute too." I realise what I say, using the adjective cute to describe a man I had only conversed with twice in my entire life, though I push the thought away and know I cannot take it back now. I search his expression, his mouth is agape as he averts his gaze from me, and a blush creeps its way up the exposed olive skin. He doesn't thank me, just politely nods and adjusts his striped bow tie.
"I see you in college a lot. You seem quite…popular." Blaine now plays with the napkin in front of him, his expression falls as he talks about the agenda of popularity, I never thought of myself as popular, I did have communications with the higher rank of students, though it wasn't friendship as such. I had to admit though, I had never seen Blaine around college, and he seemed like a wallflower.
"You go to NYADA?" I question and raise a brow, though I feel not noticing Blaine before at my own college will make him feel worse.
"Oh." He begins and my heart falls, he sounds upset with the question. "Yeah, I study musical theatre and acting." His lips turn up into a smile.
"Really? Wow, we must be…" My heart began to sink deep, I couldn't continue as I knew the gorgeous man in front of me had been right under my nose, even when I met Jason. I felt guilt strike my body as his gaze burrows deep into me, I let an exhale escape my mouth. I continue "In the same class."
"Yeah, we are, I never get the chance to talk to you much though." I watch as he raises his shoulders in a shrug, his eyes are sunken and the honey speck fade. I hate myself for not having noticed such a nice person, I note to myself that next time we are in a lesson I would talk to him. There is a short silence as Blaine stares through the pain of glass, eyes follow the strangers outside on the bust walkway. I can't help but notice the way he licks his dry lips, the mannerism intrigues me, and it's sort of cute. I hit myself mentally for even thinking such a thought, I need to think of Jason.
"So, do you come here often?" I ask, only just realising how cheesy the line is, though Blaine smiles, his lips turn up slightly.
"Are you hitting on my Blainey bear?" Wes returns with two cups in his hands and settles them down on the hard wood. I see Blaine flush and hide behind his hands, though his thick rimmed glasses appear to block his gesture.
"No, why would I hit on him when I have a boyfriend?" I snap, embarrassed at the fact that I had begun my rein of Kurt the flirt, and I was a major flirt even when I tried my best to barricade that side of my thoughts. Wes let out a hard laugh and stirs his fresh coffee, groaning when the smell hits his senses. I see Blaine and his expression has faltered, I let it slip about Jason, though he would have found out sooner or later. I cuss at my idiotic action and send an apologetic look to the curly haired man, he doesn't look back.
Blaine: My heart sinks, I feel like I have had the muscle cut open, it hurt so much that I let my walls crumble and I show that side of me that I hate. Kurt had a boyfriend, and I can't help but think about how oblivious I had been, of course he would have been in a relationship, he was a gorgeous man. I lick my dry lips in a nervous manner again, I cup my hands around the coffee container, I feel cold all of a sudden, and a chill of jealousy runs down my spine. But I question why I would be jealous, I hardly knew Kurt. I shake my head furiously at the thought, I couldn't be jealous, it was probably just the thought that such a beautiful man was taken. I mutter a cuss beneath a shallow breath and brush my bangs away from my hazel eyes. I look to Wes and notice he is now in a deep conversation with the blue eyed man, I smile and nod politely whenever they ask for an opinion. I put up my fronted wall again and try not to falter this time. I smile, it's bitter, though no one comments on the manner of it.
They talk for a while, around a half hour, I sigh at the thought of being so unresponsive today, that's when Wes glances at his watch and a look of bewilderment covers his face. I raise a curious brow.
"Blainers, I gotta go, my girlfriend was expecting me an hour ago." My eyes grow wide and Wes chuckles, he wraps his arms around my shoulders in comfort. I shrug him off as he plants a kiss on my cheek.
"Wes" I growl as he walks away and looks over his shoulder. A mischievous look hangs over his expression, I excuse myself from Kurt briefly as I walk towards Wes and I wonder what he plays at. I can't even begin to process the thought that he would invite Kurt and then leave us together, especially when he had a partner.
"You can't just leave me here." I plea to him, a vulnerable look covers my face. Wes doesn't return the sympathy though, he chuckles and pats me on the shoulder firmly.
"Blaine, just relax, you'll be fine." He comforts me, both hands on my shoulder now.
"What if it gets awkward?" I whisper and attempt to tighten my grip on his forearms.
"Then use your Anderson charm, ask him to go for frozen yoghurt, slushy, milkshake or something." He exhales then continues. "Ring me later, love you Blainers." Then he leaves, I watch as all my confidence drains from my body, Nervous isn't the word I would use, more like terrified. I am here alone with the man I can't stop staring at, though I know I shouldn't even let myself stare, but something inside of me had a rush of need. His silky white skin, Crystal Lake eyes, chestnut hair, pink lips, though one thing that I noticed about the man was the faint bruise on his collar bone. I began to stare, it is faint and looks like it has been covered in concealer, but it is clearly there. My brows furrow as I look away, I know I should start a conversation with him but I can't seem to find the words.
"Blaine?" Kurt speaks, I shake my head and meet his gaze, and he has a smile on his lips, one that says 'don't be nervous' I feel sick to the stomach as he rests his head in his hands, his perfect slender fingers swoon over his porcelain cheeks.
"Sorry." I mutter nervously and try to compose myself, though my attempts fail and I shuffle in my seat. He looks at me, a playful smile graces his lips, I can't think of a word to say, I am tongue tied in the moment. To my luck he isn't quite as affected as I am.
"Don't apologise silly," His right hand glides over my own in a friendly manner, he shouldn't do it, though he is oblivious. His hands are soft, just like when we brush hands in the library, I can't help but smile as a wave of comfort flows through me. Like my confidence has a new boost of whatever it was Kurt had provided me.
"Sorry, it's a habit-see?" A light brush of a laugh scatters over the table as we chuckle together, his laugh is beautiful, like a soft chime that makes you quiver. I watch as his lips part slightly, his adorable teeth peeking out. I crave the medium drip in my cup, I take a drink and sigh in exasperation as the hot liquid begins to rush through my mouth.
"Hey Blaine, what's it like." Kurt begins, his crystal gaze on me. I quirk a brown and give him an enticing look. He continues "Working in the library, is it magical? Like in Harry Potter?" Kurt has a serious expression on his face, his brows furrow in concentration as he awaits for an answer, though all he gets is a laugh, I laugh for what seems like mere moments. I can't believe that such an elegant man like Kurt would even have an interest in Harry Potter, though I try my best not to judge him.
"Shhh, everyone will find out." I play along and place a single finger to my parted lips, I look around anxiously, my hazel orbs searching for the invisible adversary who would hear if he spoke to loud. Kurt leant in, a smile crept to his lips as if excitement had spread through him. He wants to know about the mysterious library, who lives there, the secrets that are hidden and I find the gesture completely adorable. I continue with my fabrication "It's a secret Kurt, I can't tell you right now, there are too many people here." I maintain to search the crowds in the shop.
"Do the books fly around at night? Do they have teeth that could bite people who use the library?" He teases, hands roam further up the curves of his cheeks, they now taint with a pink colour. "Do you brew potions in the small cupboard in the back? I bet you do."
"Kurt." I try to gain his attention.
"OH! I bet there is a secret book shelf. You know like the ones that lead down to the dungeon." He points out.
"Kurt."
"And I bet at night you have some scary caretaker who roams around with a cliché cat and lamp." I can't help but laugh at the last one, he plays so well and his smile never falters. We talk like this for another few minutes, banter between each other, he is different, a lot different than what I imagine. We talk about lots of things, he tells me about how he adores musicals, especially Wicked, I smile at this. He also tells me how he has been chosen as a main role in a small play down at a local theatre, though it's only a re-run of the Broadway musical rent, I still think it's amazing-He says he's playing Mark, though he originally auditioned for Mimi. He was so curious, I began to think about everything he told me, I even analyse him but I can't get my head around this man, Kurt.
We eventually look at the time and notice it's late, I stand up and smile at him. I don't want our conversation to end but he has obligations, and a boyfriend.
"Well Blaine, it was nice to finally talk to you." He smiles that beautiful smile.
"You too Kurt," I reply, our conversation fades, I don't like the silence. I look down to the floor, my feet preoccupy my mind, but when I feel a hand brush against my forearm my head whips up to meet a brilliant smile. I can't help but return the gesture, my heart skips a few beats and I feel dizzy, my head is hazy. I don't dare ask for his number, I know it would be too forward and I would see him next Sunday at the library, maybe before if I saw him at College.
"I'll see you around Blaine." His voice is soft as he lets a hand brush my own one last time.
Kurt: "Hey baby." Jason lays a kiss on my neck, I smile and sit comfortably in his lap. We watch re runs of America's next top model, his hand is firm on my hip. It had been a few days since I saw Jason, though we had a brief encounter when I came over to drop off a text book from class. It was Saturday and we both had a free day to ourselves, I love to have Saturday off, it meant that I could spend the whole day with Jason, my beautiful boyfriend. I ran a hand through hid slightly shaggy locks, he was in dire need of a haircut. "What did you do whilst I was in bed suffering?" He began to pout then press his chin into the crevice of my shoulder, I roll my eyes and giggle at his over dramatic sense of humour.
"I had a water fight with Rachel, I also got a new book at the library." I explained, though the way his lips slid down my tendon began to distract me from any previous thoughts, I can only feel that he purposefully ignores me, though it is not so bad. I continue. "I met some new friends too, B-Blaine and Wes." I groan through my sentence then completely forget what the agenda was, or anything that was going on around me. He stops with the kisses and raises a brow quizzically.
"Oh? Are they nice?" Jason asks, a curious smile plays his lips and I only nod in response.
"Yeah, but let's not talk about them." I turn myself around in his lap, neither of us watch the television now, other things play on our mind, I thrust forward and our lips meet hungrily, I dig my fingers into the back of his neck and try to pull him close, closer. I can feel him scratch his nails down my barely clothed back.
After a fluster of an afternoon I wake up in bed alone, I stare at the ceiling for a while, Jason has left, and a note on his desk says he had to attend to some job related situation. My heart falls slightly, I only want to wake up beside him once, though it has been proved harder than it seems. I think back to when we first met, he smiles at me and we talk for a while, then later we go on a wonderful date, well it was only the movies and dinner but it was nice. I roll onto my side and bore at the picture of us together at a party on New Year, I wish sometimes that we could go back to those times. Instead of nostalgia I decide to take a shower, I strip off my boxers and step inside the welcoming cubicle. The warm mist surrounds my body, makes me feel calm and secure. I smile and think back to last night, but as I think, the special moment of last night was not special, and it was just sex.
I run a hand through my lathered hair and wash the soup from my chestnut locks, I think about the coffee shop instead, it was fun. Probably the most innocent fun I had had in a long time, that didn't involve any physicality. I laugh clearly at the memory. I mumble his name, it creeps off my lips.
"Blaine…Blaine." I repeat, I think of his smile.
"Blaineeee." I try it again, this time in a flirtatious tone, a smile graces my lips.
"Tomorrow." I giggle, I feel giddy, I would go to the library tomorrow again, the one place where I feel like I can be the full potential me. I hear the bathroom creak open then shut, my eyes widen and I hope that he didn't hear me. I hear him approach the cubicle and the door creeps in, I let a smile personify on my lips as he curls is arms around my waist as kisses my shoulder. I can't help but feel a pang of hurt weigh down on my heart as he showers me in affection.
I wrap the towel around my waist and let is hang on my hips and I dry my hair, I walk to the bedroom and smile at the scene that awaits me, Jason is laid on the bed, his head nuzzles the pillow. I decide not to wake him and get dressed, I wear grey jeans that cling nicely to my legs and a black button up with a grey scarf. I leave a small note and stick it to his forehead, it read:
'Hey baby, I didn't want to wake you after our shenanigans in the shower, I'll call you later and we can go somewhere, I love you –Kurt x '
Once I leave the apartment I just want to sleep until tomorrow, I knew today would be a bore. Rachel, the Note Book and junk food sounds amazing, especially when I feel like I had a million things on my mind. I walk down to the local store, my first plan set into operation, I pull out my phone and dial Rachel's number, and it rings five times before she answers with annoyance in her voice.
"What Kurt?" She groans, her voice croaks and I add ice and lemonade to the list.
"Movie day? I'll be there in fifteen, with ice." I stalk down the street.
"Sounds amazing honey, hurry up Kurtieee."
Blaine: It's Sunday again, I spend the whole of Saturday in my apartment and listen to my parents argue bitterly. Though the thought that I could see Kurt again gave me a positive to look forward to today, I arrive at the library early in hope I could finish most of my work and take my break early. I run a hand through my moussed curls, I don't wear glasses today instead I wear contacts, the weather had mysteriously risen again. I wear a grey fitted t-shirt that read 'Camp Crystal Lake' my brother Cooper had bought it for me when he wound up at a comic con. I roll my eyes every time he mentions the event. Even with the air vents in the library, a gleam of fresh sweat rolls down my brow as I stack the books. I walk down the aisle to the reception where I see Danielle, the thirty year old woman who works here every day. She had blond hair, was petite and the nicest woman in the library, she wore a knee length skirt with a button up grey shirt, all done up of course. I rest my head on the table and give her a tired look. She smiles and runs a hand through my curls for comfort, I yawn. I had slept badly the night before, I was forced out of my bed and slept on the couch, it wasn't a big deal but my spine now paid for the torture.
"I know it's hot but you have to carry on." She coo's and pats my head.
"But I'm dyingggg." I whine, my hands are now by my sides as my face plants against the cold surface.
"Blaine, if you work I'll go out and personally by you a strawberry shake." She turns her back on me to sort the books out that have recently been returned. I smile and hold my head between my hands, I lick my dry lips and watch as she struggles to reach a book.
"My favourite?" I gleam.
"Your favourite." She repeats.
"You are laughing at me aren't you…" She growls in annoyance and stretches her arms again, she is shorter than I am, around 5'5. I decide I have seen enough and step in, I reach the book easily and hand it to her with an angelic smile. She can't help but smile back, I must be contagious. She raises a brow and scans the book, I hum to myself and proceed back to my position on said desk.
"Why are you so happy?" She points.
"No reason," I continue to hum teenage dream.
"Blaine," I look at her with my honey suckle gaze. "Is it a boy?"
"N-No way! Is it illegal to be happy?" I chime with enthusiasm, I stretch across the desk with a cat like mannerism.
"In your case. No." She giggles, her perfect straight teeth show as she laughs. I gaze at her, not at her but just gaze. I think about Kurt, how I wish I could tell her about my perfect chestnut haired friend, but I don't want to ruin our platonic state. We finish our banter and return to our posts, I exhale when I feel a heat wave pour over my body. I walk through the cascade of books, I reach the fantasy section and something draws me to it like a magnet. I spot the cover of the greatest fantasy of my childhood-Harry Potter- The covers are extravagant and full of colour, I become nostalgic as I think about how I used to sit in the cupboard under our stairs and read all day, my mother had to question my sanity as a child. I smile and open the book, the title, the boy who lived, burns my eyes as I scan the page, I know one or two chapters wouldn't hurt. I walk to a chair and take a seat, I fold my legs and get comfortable before embarking on the Potter train.
Kurt: I walk again through the library, a variety of books catch my eye, I know I am here to see Blaine but my mind tells me to actually get something out of every visit to the library. I had finished Wuthering Heights, a few tears and tissues had been ensued during and at the end. It's hot again, I wear a top that read 'NYADA arts' in red writing, which I got at the academy, combined with red shorts and a pair of canvas shoes. I leave Rachel at home to melt and drown in her own self-pity, her constant groans gave me a headache. I don't look for Blaine yet, I know I eventually find him if I don't look. I decide to browse the language section once more, and pick up an advanced French book. I had been studying the language for quite some time, since the college had a trip plan to go to France next year. I take a seat at a lonely table in the corner, there is no one around, I open the book and read, and I learn how to say "Excusez-moi, pourriez-vous me diriger vers le Mail le plus proche ? J'ai besoin d'une nouvelle écharpe" Which essentially meant could you direct me to the mall I need a new scarf. I knew this would be useful if need be I got lost on the trip. I stop and close the book as I grow tired of the thought that I learn too much on my ritual day. I decide to find Blaine, which doesn't take long, I see him perched in a chair, his eyes glaze over as he reads a book, Harry Potter was it? I laugh and approach him, my boots scuff against the tile flooring, his head turns and he send me a smile of confusion.
"Bonjour Blaine, je vois que vous lisez Harry Potter, vous êtes un tel ballot" I chirp and take a seat beside him, his smile beams and I can't help but swoon him with such beautiful French words. He laughs and slides the book onto the arm of his chair.
"pensa che Lei è divertente?" He retorts, I don't understand what he replies, but a smirk pastes his lips as I am left speechless. I try to understand the dialect, German? Spanish? No, I think it was Italian.
"Vous parlez l'italien?" I quirk a brow and simper over the fact Blaine, the man in front of me has begun to add other perfections to the list that I note mentally, Italian was a beautiful language, French was too, but Italian was much more, Sexy. He nods, runs a calloused hand through his tamed curls. I stare at him for the longest time, my heart is fast, I have only recently taken in Blaine's appearance, it is casual and he doesn't wear his adorable frames, I can see the muscles in his abdomen contract as he repositions himself and faces me. His honey eyes look brighter today, the glaze of contacts shimmer over them.
"Of course I speak Italian, and I am not a nerd. I'm a Potter head." He lets a hand run down his cheek, it stops there and he leans into the touch. I decide to stop staring and smile instead, I have a look of innocence on my expression and my eyes become wide.
"Are you accusing me of calling you a nerd? Blaine…I'm hurt." I joke in a playful manner and put a hand across my chest where my heart was.
"Lei è bello" He continues, his eyes which sprinkle honey peer all over me, though stop when they meet my own, I smile, though not sure of what he had said, it sounds too perfect to be an insult and his eyes, they bore into my skin, every crevice. I shiver and note mentally that I would research the word when I got home, I knew he wouldn't just tell me out right. He began to search blindly for the book, eyes never leave my own, once he has it in his grasp he thrusts it toward me, I gasp playfully and pretend to be in shock.
"Have you read them?" He continues to stare.
"Well…I-I" I stutter in a nervous manner, of course I had been a Harry Potter fan for life, though I had only watched the movie versions. I watch as Blaine's mouth is agape, his triangular brows raise high and he slaps a hand over his mouth.
"Kurt. You're a…Harry Potter Virgin?" He whispers in a low profile voice and looks around to make sure no one notices us. I roll my eyes and cross my arms in response, I can't help but giggle as he frowns as if he thinks about something. He shakes his head and stands from the chair, I follow like a puppy as he leads me to the Fantasy shelf. There are dozens of bright spines that line up alphabetically, I smile at how childlike Blaine's expression has become, before I know what he is doing he scoops up the seven series of books and piles them into my arms. I groan at the new weight that puts pressure on my forearms.
"I've watched the movies you know." I snort and avert my gaze from his hypnotizing expression.
"Kurt, that still makes you a virgin."
"Oh whatever." I roll my crystal eyes again. Then I continue. "I bet you're a bigger virgin than I am when it comes to other things."
"Did you just insinuate what I think you just did?" His expression invaluable, though I realise that my filter had completely shut off when we began to banter. I shake my head and place the stack of books on the chair I was previously sat in. He looks at me curiously. "Kurt, did you just admit to me something very personal. Something that you shouldn't tell someone that you met a week ago?" I smile and shake my head, I try to brush off the conversation about virginity, and of course Blaine doesn't drop it.
"No. You just assume. And I was talking about Chess." I explain, I let playful smirk grace my lips as I place a hand firm on my hip. He smiles knowingly.
"Oh, you play?" He asks and I nod agreeing, I did play chess in high school. Once.
"I'm a master, Blaine,"
"Even though this may sound cliché because of my stereotype, I'm no virgin at chess." He states and abruptly crosses his arms over his chest. I smile and think how muscular Blaine's arms are, I stare again, though I shouldn't. He hid his body under button ups and bow ties, a haze of dark hair grown across his arms, probably his chest too, and-
"Kurt?" Blaine waves a hand in my face and I blink, I space out a lot lately and think about him, not Jason the man I love, Blaine. Blaine Anderson the librarian.
"Sorry," I mutter and once again guilt comes over me. I should leave. "Maybe I should go Blaine." I suggest and bend, I try shovel the load of books in my grip, I groan as my back aches. Jason was much too rough yesterday, I would complain to him later. I can feel Blaine's gaze, I dare not look in case those eyes are there.
"Don't." I feel his grip on my shoulder, it hurts and I wince back slightly. "S-Sorry, I have no ri-"
"No, I'm just aching today." I roll my shoulders back, they click and a relief sweeps over the pain. "How about, after your shift we get yoghurt? The frozen kind?" I see the hurt in his eyes lift, he is like a child which is adorable. He seems to forget about the groan of pain.
"Totally." He smiles.
Did you enjoy it? I enjoyed writing it! Can't wait for the turn of events in the next one love love 3