Watc 11
The next time that Kurt sees Blaine again after cooking dinner together and playing games in Blaine's glorious but solitary condo is actually the following day; via the magic of Television.
Kurt is spending his Sunday morning cleaning up around the apartment and Tai is down in the building's laundry room doing his fair share of chores while he recites something in his head for a class.
Kurt has some studying to do but honestly? Sitting down quietly is just not something he feels like he can do right now. He needs movement and distraction. Anything to keep the weight of how he felt yesterday at Blaine's off of his mind.
The weight of how natural it all seemed and how content he was just to be sitting with Blaine, hanging out as friends. The simple knowing that his presence alone was making Blaine happy and smiley more than he'd ever seen him.
They'd never really spoken much last night after dinner, other than running commentary on whatever game they were playing. There'd barely been any flirty innuendos, just the odd joke that made Blaine, Blaine. Kurt was glad of it, truthfully. He didn't know if he could talk to Blaine on a deeper level. Too scared of what questions would come out and the answers that would surface. Too afraid of the feelings he would admit and the realizations that would be made.
It had been a real eye-opener for Kurt to discover just how alone Blaine seemed when not in front of the camera. How different his life was behind closed doors. And Kurt wanted- he wants that. That life. Why? And why ever did Blaine? Does he still now? Is Kurt simply his escape back to normalization?
When lightly prompted on the subject of friends by Kurt, Blaine had barely answered; instead choosing to shrug and quietly mumble "It comes with the territory."
But, according to Blaine everything in his life "comes with the territory." Does that include them? Their relation- their friendship. The undeniable spark that is lit between them?
A thought spirals back in to Kurt's mind. A memory from first meeting Blaine. A barrage of words that Blaine had told him. Maybe they weren't all a pack of lies after all.
The thing is, Kurt needs to make sense of his own mind before he can try to begin to decipher Blaine's.
As Kurt flitters about his apartment— a feather duster in one hand and an old rag-cloth in the other, he has the TV switched on to provide some background noise.
In between polishing the wooden coffee table and dusting the floor underneath it, Kurt is interrupted by the sound of a very familiar voice emanating from the television set.
On his hands and knees on the hardwood floor, he braces one hand on the coffee table and straightens, looking straight at the TV. Blaine's handsome face is staring back at him through the glass, his eyes dark with a smouldering expression; and as the camera pans out, Kurt uses the rag in his hand to fan himself.
TV Blaine is lounging by a sparkling, cerulean swimming pool— somewhere sunny and obviously hot. His body is tanned and buff, glistening with oil, his hair slicked back with subtle water droplets cascading down his temples. He's wearing the tiniest pair of navy swimming trunks that Kurt has ever seen.
Nothing is left to the imagination.
Blaine opens his mouth and says something short and precise. Probably the name of the cologne or brand he's advertising but Kurt doesn't hear him, he can't pull his eyes away from... Blaine! With a short burst of sultry music the ad ends and Blaine's gorgeous face and lilting voice is soon replaced by an anti-climaxing toilet cleaner ad.
Still fanning himself, Kurt gets up on to his feet and wanders over to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, tossing the rag and feather duster down onto the couch. His phone sits on the counter below the cupboard where the drinking glasses are kept.
There's barely a moment's hesitation as his eyes catch the phone before he quickly reaches out and snatches up the device; his tongue poking out in a grin while his thumbs fly over the screen's keypad. You didn't tell me you had a new ad coming out… were you feeling the heat or just approaching laundry day? ;)
The reply is almost instant and Kurt feels his insides somersault excitedly. Didn't I? Either way I gather that it's earned your interest? ;p Kurt feels his face heat and then there's another chime and a buzz, and then another. Hi, by the way :)
It's nice to hear from you. I told you just to stay over last night, then we could have continued our epic gaming battle over breakfast and I wouldn't be missing you right now. X
Kurt snickers, bites his lip and sags down over one of the counter-tops, his elbows keeping him upright while he holds his phone steady in his hands. His sigh is blissful as it escapes his lips no matter how hard he had tried to keep it bitten down.
There was a tiny part of him tempted to stay with Blaine last night, he can't lie. Not like that—they would have probably ended up falling asleep pressed against each other on Blaine's gaming couch, or he's pretty sure he would have found an impressive-sized comfortable mattress going spare in one of Blaine's many bedrooms.
It was the friendship that had made him want to stay; or to even think about wanting to stay. It was the strange relentless pull towards Blaine he had felt throughout the evening; like Blaine was a poor, homeless kitten that had just been rescued and re-homed and couldn't face being left alone a minute more.
Kurt had felt like the human companion in that scenario. Not wanting to leave the poor animal alone, something in his heart keeping him there like an anchor.
It was Kurt's head that made him eventually bid Blaine goodnight and allow his personal driver to take him home.
Not his heart.
Kurt shakes his thoughts away and decides to reply with something a little more light hearted rather than the volcano of thoughts waiting to erupt in his mind. Ha! You can't even cook. What would our breakfast be? Cheerio's?
Ah, but you see, my dearest Kurt—I have a personal chef now. X Kurt barks out a laugh, shaking his head.
Oh, do you now?
I believe I do, yes :) X! Kurt cradles the phone to his chest, thinking about what to write back when the thing buzzes in his hand and vibrates against him. Kurt feels the vibrations pulse right through to his heart, almost. I know that you said you had house work and studying to get done today, but would you be free later? I feel a little stir-crazy in here today! X
Kurt can't help but wonder in what way is Blaine feeling 'stir-crazy'? Is it his confinement within the walls of his mansion? Like a lonely prince in a castle full of riches but with no other to call his own.
Or maybe is it within the confinements of his own heart…or even, maybe Kurt's?
No matter what or which way he looks at it, Kurt knows his answer. He's been undoubtedly pining a little himself ever since returning home last night and it's not just for anything or anyone.
It's for someone.
He sends a quick reply then heads off to his room to get ready.
As quick and simple as that.
A/N- I'm sorry about the slightly short/filler chapter. I'm honestly struggling with this at the moment. We'll get to a conclusion with these boys asap. Thanks for hanging in there with me.