Hi! I'm justthatnerdygirl, and this is my first Klaine fic. I want to thank you all so much for the response you've given me! I was really nervous to put 'Silly Love Songs' up, but within two hours I had numerous emails from telling me that twenty-seven people had put my story on their alerts lists, and some added it to their favourites too! I intend to upload some Klaine fluff and or possibly smut soon to say thank you to everyone who read and followed me. I waill upload as frequently as possible. I love Darren Criss, and Chris Colfer, and I think that Blaine and Kurt make the most adorable pairing ever. I realise I never put an introduction to the first chapter of Silly Love Songs, but I think this suffices. Review if you have time! Thank you all.
I do not own Glee. Obviously.
Blaine's POV
I can't believe I just straddled Kurt on a bed. He looked so hot too. Just for a second, I pictured him beneath me, just like that, but naked, writhing, and screaming my name. I snapped out of it when I started to get hard, but Kurt had already flipped me onto my back. He was really strong. And he was so :(/sexy/): too. And he was so composed afterwards. It drove me wild. I want to see him fall apart, crying my name, and clutching for me. I snap out of my dream once again, and head for the cafeteria.
"So, how is your first day going?" Wes asked Kurt.
"Well, apart from being tackled by Blaine and you, and being pinned to my bed, pretty good." Kurt sips his coffee quickly.
"Oh, come on, that was a bonus! Especially with Blainey here being so composed all the time. It must be a limited edition thing." I flush. There's a momentary silence.
"So, I hear your Hamlet essay didn't go so well then?" Kurt asks all innocently, but he can't hide his smirk. Why is that so goddamn adorable?
"Yeah, I guess I just don't like Shakespeare." Wes answers sheepishly.
"Well, I don't know about that, I mean, I adore 'Romeo and Juliet'. I'm a hopeless romantic." Kurt chuckles.
"Yeah, well Blainey is just the same." Wes adds.
"Oh, and who was it that cried at 'The Notebook'?" I say.
"Tousche."
Kurt puts down his cup of coffee.
"I..I have to ask, are you guys...gay?" He blushes again.
"No." Wes replies. "Well, I'm not." he looks expectantly at me.
"Blaine?" Kurt sounds almost hopeful.
"Very." I smile.
"Straight or gay?" Kurt asks.
"One hundred percent gay." I say, with no hint of shame. "What about you, Kurt?" Oh please, please, please, please...
"I'm gay." My heart just exploded.
"So, to recap: There is a new boy at Dalton.
Said boy is gorgeous.
Said boy is gay.
Said boy is my roommate.
Looks like the Universe is trying to make it up to me after having those Neanderthals kick the shit out of me back in my old school.
Later, Kurt and I are back in our(!) room, and he's unpacking. He hangs some clothes on a hangers , and hangs them in the wardrobe, and puts the rest, (neatly folded), into our shared chest of drawers. There are two desks in the room too, not to mention the TV and DVD player I brought here with me. There is a full length mirror on the back of the door. Kurt pauses mid-fold of a green sweater, and turns to me. I have been unceroniously been eyeing his ass in those painted-on jeans, so I jump when I see him turn around.
"Blaine?" He asks shyly.
"Yeah, Kurt?" I reply, trying to sound as normal as possible. I have just been checing out his perfect ass, remember.
"You're the lead of the Warblers, right?" I'm surprised he knows the Warblers, and it must show on my face, because he flushes, and says:
"It's just that Wes told me you were, and..." he mumbles.
"No, no it's fine! I was just surprised, you're so new and you know about the Warblers! I'm not the lead, as such, I've just got a few solos right now. Did you want to know something?"
"Yeah, um, I'd like to audition, if that's okay?" He looks so earnest and adorable.
"Yeah, I'll talk to the council about your time. What's your range?" I ask casually.
"I'm a countertenor." My eyebrows shoot up.
"That's really impressive, Kurt." A countertenor? Jesus, is this kid perfect?
"Thank you, I work really hard at my singing." His face is lit up, and so goddamn hot and sexy and yet cute and adorable and the same time.
Kurts POV
I stroke the contents of my closet longingly, but turn stubbornly back to the clean and pressed uniform.
Blaine walks out of the shower with just a towel around his waist. I stare at his defined abs and torso before coughing slightly as he goes to remove the towel. I'd love to enjoy the show, but I don't want to seem like a pervert.
"Oh, shit, Kurt!" He looks sheepish.
"Um, no, you go ahead, you live here too, after all." I head hurriedly for the bathroom.
After my thorough skincare regime, I knock and walk back into the room. Blaine is lying back on the bed, flicking through one of the Harry Potters. I smile, and go to change. I put on clean boxers and a vest when Blaine was in the shower, so I take off my bathrobe, and pull on the grey slacks and button up the white shirt. Then the tie. I prefer bowties, personally, but it's not bad. Then the jumper, and finally the trademark blazer.
I turn to Blaine.
"Well? Do I wear Dalton well?" I twirl jokingly. Blaine is staring at me. Oh God he's so hot. He shakes his head.
"You look great, Kurt! You really do." Blaine hops up of his bed and brushes himself down. He extends a hand.
"Will you join me, Mr. Hummel?"
" I most certainly will, Mr. Anderson." He 'escorts' me out of the room, and to the stairs. He points me in the direction of my classroom, and I head off.
The first class is French. I love French. The teacher, Madame Krane, apparently doesn't love me, however. She asks me my name, and we have a simple conversation. She asks my name, age, what school I was in before Dalton, all the basics. She seems surprised when I answer back in simple, flawless French. She starts to ask more difficult questions, almost trying to catch me out, but I keep calm and continue to answer smoothly. After I describe The astonishing decor of Dalton in a perfect accent, she nods approvingly and pats my shoulder. The rest of the class goes fine, and I even get a few admiring glances from the guys who are struggling a bit with the language.
I flounce out of the classroom, and head for my next class. I find it without too much hassle, and I meet Mr. Jakes, the teacher who wasn't too pleased with Wes' 'Hamlet' essay. He is nice, though, late thirties, and he really seems to love his subject. He starts us off by talking about the books he wants us to read this year, before handing out the list. I scan down the list. To Kill a Mockingbird is first, and I can't help smiling at the familiar title. I've read it many times, and it is one of my favourites. He tells us that he will expect us to be able to converse about the relationship between Atticus and Scout, something I've already done several times.
The rest of my classes fly, so when the bell rings at the end of History I arrange my books back into my satchel, and walk to the door. I turn the corner only to be met by a tanned, chiseled face topped by slicked back dark hair. My heart skips a beat. Blaine.
"Hey!" he grins, showing his perfect white teeth. I have to stop myself from swooning. Oh God. /Swooning/ I sound like a girl from a Bronte book. Oh, shit. He's expecting an answer.
"Hey." Oh great. Now I sound like a detached moron.
"Lunch?" he asks, nodding towards the cafeteria.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm starving!" Overly enthusiastic much, Kurt? I follow him down the hall, glimpsing at his gorgeous ass in the uniform grey trousers as he walks.
we sit in the cafeteria, and sip our coffees and nibble at the various lunches in front of us. I have pasta, and Blaine has a poppy seed bagel.
"So. I hear Madame has a new favourite student?" Blaine says innocently.
"Oh, I don't know, I answered her fine, but she wasn't too happy, I don't think."
"Kurt." Blaine shook his head. "Madame has been trying to hold onto a decent student for years, but every time she coaches one up, they get transferred to higher level, and her class makes her look bad. She was trying to catch you out, Kurt, so that she could keep you in the class."
"Oh." I reply, surprised.
"Come on, you. Let's get you to the rest of your classes, hmm?" Blaine raises an eyebrow jokingly. I follow suit, and we head off to our separate classes.
Later, I turn the corner to go to Math, and automatically flinch, out of habit from expecting slushees in the face all the time. Blaine is walking with me, and he stops and puts his hand on my shoulder. I can feel the electricity from his touch.
"Kurt, why do you so that?"
"What?"
"Kurt, you flinch every time you turn a corner." Blaine looks so earnest, I answer.
"Blaine, you know when I said that my school wasn't…tolerable of gays or glee club, it was an understatement. I spent every day being thrown into dumpsters, shoved into lockers, and getting slushied in the face."
"Slushied?"
"he blue ones were the words. The stained like a bitch."
"Kurt, nobody here is going to hurt you. I've been through it too. The gay-bashing, the punching, all of it. I had a friend, Trevor, the only other gay guy at my school to a Sadie Hawkins dance, and when we were going in, we…we got cornered in the parking lot. And they…they beat the living shit out of us."
"Blaine. Blaine, I'm so sorry." I can feel my eyes welling up.
"No, Kurt, it's behind me. It's behind us. We can move on now."
The rest of the day passes at a reasonable pace, and at four o' clock, I head back up to the dorm. I knock quickly and enter.
Blaine is lying on his bed, with his hands behind his head. His hair is starting to come out of it's regular preppy neatness. I walk over and gently pull a loose strand. I pause momentarily, rubbing my fingers together.
"Blaine?" I start.
"Mmhmm." He sits up.
"How much gel do you put in your hair?" Blaine looks surprised.
"Um. Enough to keep it down, I guess?" He looks puzzled. It's cute.
"Blaine, the correct answer is too much." I raise an eyebrow.
"I have really curly hair, Kurt. Really curly. And it's too long now, anyways, so I use more."
"Blaine, go wash that crap out of your hair." I state. He opens his mouth to argue, but thinks better of it, and heads into the bathroom.
It's only about ten minutes before he returns. He is still fully dressed, but he has a towel around his shoulders, and his hair. Wow. It's short enough, but it is perfectly curly. I love it.
I reach my hand out and ruffle his damp curls. Blaine raises both his eyebrows.
"Kurt, I'm going to go get the gel again." He goes to leave but I grab his wrist. He's not expecting it and falls back on the bed. His face is priceless, and I burst out laughing.
"Kurt! How are you that strong?" It's more of a rhetorical question to himself, than an actual question.
"Blaine." I stand in front of him, staring at his hair again. "Do not ever put gel in that again, it's gorgeous." I say. "I will personally kill you if you ever put product in it again." He looks surprised at the sudden threat.
"Uh, okay." He says, calmly enough, considering his situation. I rub my hands together.
"Good." I go and sit on my own bed.