Watc 9

By the time the weekend rolls around, Kurt is ready for it. He's not at Vogue, he's pretty much up to date with any leftover work he had and he cannot wait to do nothing.

It's not usually like him to be so unproductive but after the week he's had he's exhausted. Maybe this is why he can be so catty at times, maybe he just needs to take himself out of the equation every once in a while and just chill.

Well, tonight's the night.

It's Friday night and Tai is at work meaning that Kurt has the whole apartment to himself for the next 5 hours at least. By the time Tai will get home around midnight Kurt is hoping to be in a blissful state of sleep.

He's sitting on the couch after just waving Tai off, debating his choices of either trying to marathon the whole Twilight saga or look for something long and meaty that he hasn't seen before that he can get lost in.

His phone dings and lights up over on the coffee table just as Kurt picks up the TV remote. He doesn't even look at it or give it any resemblance of attention. He knows who it will be.

Kurt hasn't seen Blaine since that morning he turned up at Kurt's apartment earlier in the week. He's heard from him everyday; whether it be a text message or a voicemail (he'd purposely missed the call) or even an email with a gif-set (usually of Blaine in one of his movies).

The messages have always been short and sweet and fairly simple, like;

How are you?

How is your day? X

I miss seeing your face. X

I miss hearing your voice. X

When will you let me see you again? X

You technically still owe me another chance. X

Blaine had also been somewhat forthcoming on some of his messages, like sharing details of his day with Kurt, the boring meetings he has to attend, the people he has to schmooze with who he'd secretly like to impale.

It had been kind of refreshing for Kurt to hear Blaine talk to him about his week like any other normal person. He sort of got the feeling that Blaine felt the same and appreciated having Kurt to talk to like that.

Kurt had replied to all of the messages as bland and unhelpful but also nice enough as he could be. The thing is, he just doesn't know how to properly respond to them without throwing himself off of the deep end or appearing too uninterested. He just doesn't know how to feel. He knows what he wants to feel, but doing what you want and doing what's right are two different monsters. Like the whole head Vs the heart palaver.

Without actually seeing Blaine's face or hearing his voice, Kurt doesn't know what will come from just a string of text messages.

Which is why 10 minutes later, Bella Swan is sitting on a plane holding a cactus; when Kurt gets up to fetch a snack from the kitchen and his phone starts ringing, he practically high-jumps back over the couch to get to it.

"Hello?"

"Kurt, hi." Blaine's voice comes smooth and easy over the line. Kurt sits gingerly on the edge of the couch, his heart racing a little.

"Hi, Blaine." He doesn't want to admit how reassuring it actually feels to hear Blaine's voice.

"Not feel like texting tonight?" Blaine's voice is playful and Kurt doesn't have to see him to know that his eyes are sparkling and he's grinning one of those 'I'm a gorgeous, teasing jerk' smiles.

Kurt leans back further towards the back of the couch and props his feet up on the coffee table. "I was getting to it. I have the apartment to myself and I'm enjoying a little bit of me time." As the words leave his mouth, Kurt feels his stomach fly to his throat. Oh god, what have I done!

"Oh?" Blaine says, high pitched and interested. "Sounds lovely, though a little sad to think of you all by yourself. Care to make it a boy's night instead?"

Kurt smiles despite his thumping heart. What do I say?

"Um-what?" You could have done way better than that.

Blaine chuckles lowly and the sound resonates deep within Kurt. He can feel it in the pit of his stomach.

"Would you like some company?" Blaine tries again..

Well, shit. He's sitting in a pair of sweats and a faded t-shirt, his face freshly moisturized. He doesn't have the time for his whole getting dressed routine.

"Aren't you busy? It's a Friday night; don't you have some party to be at? An award to collect? Or a club to be snapped in by the paps?"

"Nope. None of that. Tonight I'm being a boring old man and would only like-love the company of one other person."

Kurt's stomach clenches, though not quite uncomfortably. "Me?"

"Bingo!"

Kurt's heart flutters in his chest. He looks down at himself at his old, gray running sweats and royal blue t-shirt with a cracked Disney logo. He runs a hand through his hair, it's not bad, it still has some hairspray in it from that morning and at least he's clean with a lingering scent of deodorant and cologne.

You know what? Screw Blaine Anderson, if he wants me he can have all of me and that includes my Friday night getup! Kurt can't even understand why the fleeting thought ever occurred to him to change and spruce himself up, just for Blaine.

"Well, what are you thinking?" Kurt asks into the phone, trying to keep his breath shallow and his tone casual.

Not more than 4 seconds laterthere is a knock at the door and a very recognisable voice calls through from the other side. "Like I said, boy's night!"

"I'm team Switzerland" Blaine comments casually, as he leans forward to pick up his beer bottle and a handful of popcorn from the coffee table. He'd brought with him a pack of beer, packets of microwavable popcorn, dipping sauces and all kinds of potato and breaded snacks—claiming that he didn't want to show up empty handed. Kurt had brought in the hamper that Blaine had sent him and together they made their way through that too.

"Of course you are" Kurt says dryly from beside him. "You, who wants everything."

Blaine scoffs and shoves a fist full of popcorn into his mouth. "Bella doesn't want both of them. She wants Edward, only Edward. But she needs to have Jacob in her life too. I get it." He says, chewing and smacking his lips together.

Kurt turns his head and side-eyes Blaine, his lip curling with amusement. Though, amusing as it is Blaine speaks with much conviction, with an undercurrent of something else. He really believes what he's saying, he feels it. His words are an underlying meaning for something else. Something in his own life perhaps? Could Kurt be Edward and Jacob the representation of Blaine's crazy life and career?

Shaking his insane thoughts away Kurt continues to look at Blaine, just simply taking him in. Blaine is dressed in black Adidas sweatpants with a matching zip-up hoodie and a red t-shirt poking out underneath. Kurt can just make out the words 'Class of 2014' written in bold, white capitals and he laughs under his breath remembering the movie and the scene in which Blaine's character wears that t-shirt; and he has clearly stolen it from the set.

What's more, he has opted to sit for the last two and a half movies with his hood up over his head, just stopping below his eyebrows. He looks like some kind of bad-ass from one of his movies—though an adorable bad-ass because his face is far from menacing as he coos at the screen and smiles whenever Edward gazes lovingly towards Bella.

Kurt finds it hard to look away from him and to think that he had been lingering outside Kurt's apartment dressed liked that, waiting for an invitation to come inside. Nobody probably recognized or registered who he was at all other than some weirdo lurking in the hallways.

Kurt also notes that Blaine clearly hasn't shaved that morning. There's a dark shadow covering his chin and jaw line and Kurt finds it very enticing.

Making himself get back to the movie, Kurt turns toward the TV to see Bella, Jacob and Edward standing in a kind of Triangle, with Charlie in the background. They're all staring at each other, and Blaine is engrossed.

"I'd never peg you for a Twi-hard" Kurt says, reaching out for a breadstick and dipping it into a pot of hummus.

"A massive one. I love them." Blaine replies nodding, pulling his eyes away from the screen to look at Kurt. He smiles when Kurt pops the breadstick into his mouth and sucks. "I've never seen them in years. Eclipse is my favourite. It's so passionate." He jerks his chin towards the TV in indication.

"Yeah, I can't believe we actually made it to the third one," Kurt says looking at the clock up on the wall. It's just after midnight but Kurt's not feeling any hint of tiredness—far from it.

During an earlier bathroom break he'd texted Tai to let him know of his night's developments and Tai had only replied with Remember what I told you, but have fun.

Tai is still yet to come home which makes Kurt think that's he's decided to stay later at work to help clean up, or maybe the staff have all gone for drinks together and Tai has decided to tag along for once.

"We can pause if you want to- I can go?" Blaine says, noticing Kurt staring at the time, which takes Kurt completely by surprise.

They're sitting close on the couch, with their folded legs slightly over lapping but that's all. Blaine hasn't tried to take Kurt's hand or be overly familiar like what he usually tries to do. It's like he's just completely happy sitting in Kurt's company, hanging out, snacking and watching terrible but oh-so good movies.

And now he's offering to leave without any innuendos or invitations. What's that all about?

"Oh- um sure. You- you can if you want to. I'm not tired, though. But I mean you obviously have an early start tomorrow so—"

Suddenly Blaine leans to the side and his hand is on Kurt's knee. And oh, there it is. That touch and that familiar warmth. Cut it out, Kurt. It's just his fucking hand on your knee for Christ sakes.

"Don't worry. I don't have anywhere to be terribly early tomorrow." Blaine smiles, "there's a table reading in the afternoon, like at 2 or something."

"Oh?" This spikes Kurt's interest. He hasn't really heard Blaine speak of any future work prospects. It's a little exciting. "What for?"

"Classified." Blaine grins. "If I could tell you I would but I'm on lockdown. I'm not really that into it anyway, it's just something my management put me up for and I said I'd go along to see what happens."

Kurt nods, "it must be nice having those options at least. You know something to choose from rather than grabbing at anything you can get."

"You'll get there, Kurt." Blaine tells him sincerely, his eyes a warm brown—looking at Kurt so fondly. "You're still young; you have time and so much potential."

Kurt grimaces but there's also a little hidden smile there. "It's kind of weird, hearing that coming from you. You make it so sound easy."

"Hey, what happened to that kick-ass Kurt Hummel confidence?" Blaine asks, poking at Kurt's side playfully. Kurt wriggles away from him, grins and shrugs but doesn't speak. "Yes I got a little bit of a kick-start when I was younger but only because my mom worked in the TV production industry and my dad played in a touring orchestra" Blaine explains. "They knew people, had contacts in the business, you know? So I did a little bit of modelling and ad work when I was 16 but I still went to college- your college, I still worked for what I have now."

Kurt's eyes light up a little as he looks over at Blaine. "Thank you; I appreciate you telling me that."

"Anytime" Blaine smiles.

"Hey, could I ask you something?" Kurt asks. It's something that's been on in his mind for some time.

Blaine just smiles and looks elated that Kurt is finally appearing to take a positive interest in him. "Sure. What is it?"

"When- when I was in the elevator at Vogue, coming up to the roof to meet you. Your assistant told me about an international tour you had postponed for the meet and greet with fans. But now I know what I know, what about your tour?"

"Good question, what about it?" Blaine fires back and grins, his hands suspended in the air by his head. He drops his hands and sighs, "I love my new management team, they're supportive and we work well together. We're all friends and appreciate each other. They're much better than those last douches. But, when it comes to this type of career when it is pretty much centralized around 2-3 million fans, twitter followers…that sort of thing; sometimes you have to work just to please them and keep them coming. The tour is just bait that my team have been dangling in front of the fans. The same as the idea of an album. Yes I've released some covers and appeared in duets and music videos but the stage and screen is where I'm at."

Kurt stares at Blaine, a little in awe. He's been so truthful that it takes Kurt aback. "You're a good singer, though." He murmurs, blushing. "And I've loved your stage work too."

Blaine gasps and throws both hands up to his face. "Oh my gosh, was that a compliment from you?" He teases, beaming brightly. "How wonderful, I'm thrilled. Thank you so much." He drawls very over-dramatically.

They both burst out laughing and Kurt shoves at Blaine's shoulder playfully. It's nice and normal and nothing at all what Kurt had thought would ever happen between them.

It's a friendship.

"So," Blaine says when their laughter has died down and an air of silence fills the space between them. "Did I do good?" He asks, gesturing towards the coffee table, laden with all the treats he had brought with him.

"I think you did." Kurt nods, picking up a Dorito and scooping up some nacho cheese with it for effect. "I've enjoyed talking with you and learning about your weird Vampire and Werewolf addiction."

"So I passed my chance?" Blaine asks, shifting a little on the couch and in doing so, scooting further towards Kurt. Kurt rolls his eyes and rubs his fingers against his pants.

"I guess so—"

"Do I get another one?" Blaine sounds and looks so hopeful, that Kurt giggles at him.

He shakes his head laughing at a sudden though, "would the next one really be called a chance?" He asks, "I think we've dished all those out already, don't you?" He doesn't realize the statement he's just made and the weight behind it, until Blaine makes it obvious.

Blaine arches an eyebrow, he looks impressed. He takes down his hood and looks Kurt square in the eye, leaning in a little closer. His voice lowers to a husk "what would you like to call it then?"

Oh! Blood floods to Kurt's face…and other places. His breath catches in his throat and quickens in his chest. "I-um" he swallows, tries to think of something- anything to get off track. "I- ah- I think that next time maybe don't hover outside my front door like some sort of stalker—

"

That seems to work. Blaine pulls back a little and grins, his eyes shining with mirth. "I was not. I was in the car and only when you told me you were home did I come up—"

"So you were still hovering outside my building?"

"I was passing by and just thought, hey Kurt lives around here, I'll swing by and see if he's home. He's a well-rounded guy and—"

Kurt gives a bark of laughter, "you are such a liar" he says when he can breath steady again.

"You like it though," Blaine beams. "You liked that I was there. You've enjoyed tonight, you admitted that yourself."

Kurt nods, laughter drying up in his throat. "I have."

"So next time, if- when we meet- which I would very much like if we did." Blaine says gracefully. "— then it would be called a…" He pauses, waiting- hoping for Kurt to finish his sentence in the way he wants him to.

"Blaine, I-I don't do this, I don't know—"

"Talk to me" Blaine urges, implores. "Tell me what it is that you want. Anything, it's yours."

"I've never had a boyfriend. I've never dated." Kurt blurts, his eyes darting to the ground- anywhere but at Blaine. "I don't do this. And now here you are of all people in the world wanting—" He breaks off, takes a breath. "I used to have your face pinned to my wall and now you're sitting on my couch in your sweats asking me to—"

"Say it" Blaine whispers, "please." He places a hand on Kurt's arm. "Let me know, that you understand what I want here. I'm patient, Kurt, I'll wait for you to feel ready but at least let me know that you understand and I'm not just out on a limb here—"

"You want me to go on a date with you" Kurt breathes.

"Yes, please." Blaine beams. Kurt rolls his eyes for probably the tenth time that night. How can Blaine go from so sincere to playful and sarcastic again just like that?

"Blaine, we didn't meet in the most conventional of ways. It's a hardly a good foundation to start dating—"

"There have been worse ways." Blaine argues. "We could have met in any way. Why not this way? I would have asked you out no matter what." Kurt blinks at him bewildered and Blaine daringly takes hold of Kurt's hand gently. "The thing is, Kurt, there have been many things and people that I have ran away from because of my sheer stubbornness. You're not one of those things or people, Kurt. For the first time in my life… I think I've met my match."

Holy shit. "Blaine" Kurt gasps, barely breathing.

"I'm not forcing you to date me, Kurt. Just- I don't know- just please…" He trails off, a hand on his head pulling at his curls, and Kurt is amazed that he's actually rendered Blaine Anderson speechless.

"Blaine?" Kurt says softly. "Lets be friends, ok? Lets see what happens from here. I mean we're already at the sweatpants, junk food and awful romance movies stage" he giggles and Blaine smiles with him. "Let's continue what we have going here."

They hold hands and look at each other fondly. Blaine looks in awe "that, I can do."