Hi again! So, This chapter is a bit shorter than the others, but I think you'll all like it. I don't actually have a plot for this, so suggestions are accepted, and I do take prompts from readers! I'll accept most prompts, smut or fluff or otherwise, especially as I won't be able to update as frequently because I have a lot of studying to do, but I will try to upload small nuggets of Klaine here and there.
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Blaine's POV
Kurt likes my hair. My messy, unorganized, totally unwieldy hair. He thinks it suits me. I stopped having my hair natural when I transferred to Dalton. I thought it was too flamboyant. I look in the mirror. Maybe it's not, after all. But I gel it down for the moment. My phone vibrates.
Recieved at 2.05pm
Sender: Kurt
Text:
Wanna meet my family?
I smile. He's been looking forward to seeing his family all week.
I reply:
Yeah, of course :) When are they coming up?
Reply from: Kurt
Text:
Um, five seconds?
There's a knock at the door. It opens and Kurt sticks his head in.
"Hey, can we come in?" he has a grin plastered to his face.
"Of course, it's your room too, Kurt!"
Kurt opens the door, and three people file in. The first is a lumbering teenage boy, who I immediately know as Finn, and a kind-looking woman follows, holding the arm of who can only be Kurt's Dad, Burt.
Kurt looks so happy, it's adorable, and he's doing this little wriggle that shouldn't be sexy, but in those tight jeans his ass just looks fantastic.
"Blaine, this is Finn," he gestures to the teen, about Kurts age, but tall. Very, very tall.
"Hi, I'm Blaine." I extend a hand, and he shakes it.
"Cool. You Kurt's roommate?" I nod.
"Yep, that's me." Finn nods a little awkwardly.
"Oh, and this is Carole." Kurt smiles at the woman, who bypasses the handshake and goes straight to a hug. I'm surprised, but I hug her back, and she seems satisfied.
"Its lovely to meet you Blaine. Kurt talks about you a lot, you know." Kurt blushes. Kurt talks about me?
"Only good things I hope?" I smile.
"Of course! He says you've been really good about helping him find his way around, and sorting out his timetable."
"I'm just doing what I can to help." Carole smiles warmly.
"And this is my Dad, Burt." Kurt bursts out.
"Its good to meet you, sir." He firmly shakes my hand, and holds my eyes in a steady gaze.
We all converse for a bit, if somewhat awkwardly. Carole stands up off one of the beds.
"I think I'll go get us all some coffee. Finn, will you help me carry it?" Finn nods obligingly, and stands up too.
"Well, I should probably show you where the Cafeteria is." The three of them leave, and I'm left alone with Burt.
We sit in silence for a moment, but Burt breaks in.
"Blaine, are you...gay?" He asks bluntly.
"Yes sir. Very." I hold his gaze.
"And you know that Kurt is.." he trails off.
"Gay as well, yes sir, I am aware."
"Are you two...involved, in any way." I can tell he feels awkward having this conversation, but hey, it's more than my Father ever did.
"No sir. We are very good friends, but we are not dating." I wish we were, though. Burt hesitates. I take the oppurtunity.
"Sir, you're son is one of the bravest people I've ever met. He is proud of who he is, and from the way he talks about you back home, I always knew you had to be a good person, to raise someone as incredible as Kurt. I know he was bullied before he came to Dalton. That's the same reason I transferred. I think there's something else to it, but I would never force Kurt to tell me anything he wasn't comfortable saying." I'm still holding his penetrating gaze.
"My son is incredible. I'm glad you see that. It's good he has a friend like you to help him. I can see he's happy here, and he's not scared, either. I assume you had something to do with that, so thank you. Kurt talks about you a lot. He really admires you, and he feels comfortable talking to you. Thank you for becoming a reliable person in his life. He needs all the ones he can get." I am dumbfounded. Kurt admires me?
At that precise moment, The rest of the Hudmels return. We drink our coffees, and then Kurt takes everyone to see the rest of the school. I say goodbye to them all, but just as they all leave, Burt hangs back a moment.
"Blaine?"
"Yes sir."
"You can call me Burt." he leaves before I can respond.
After a few hours, Kurt returns, a little teary eyed, but smiling none the less. I look up.
"How are you?" I ask.
"Brilliant. It was great to see them, and they'll come visit again soon, but they can see how happy I am here. You seemed to get on well with my Dad, too!" he grins.
"We had an excellent topic of conversation." I reply.
"Oh, what?" Kurt tilts his head to one side.
"You."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
There's another pause.
"Good things?" I can't help but chuckle.
"Yes, Kurt. I can call him Burt now." I know I look proud.
"Huh. He must like you."
"I guess. He asked if we were dating." I throw in casually, reaching for my guitar.
"He WHAT?" Kurt splutters.
"Kurt, it's fine. I told him we weren't."
"Oh God." Kurt buries his face in the pillow.
My phone vibrates again.
Recieved: 6.39pm
Sender: David
Warblers meeting tomorrow at 3.30.
"Hey, Kurt, you can audition for the Warblers tomorrow! David just called a meeting." Kurt shoots up.
"Omigod. I have to pick a song. I have to find an outfit. Blaine I have to pick a song!"
"Just wear your uniform, and sing whatever you feel comfortable with." I assure him.
"This meeting of the Dalton Acadmy Warblers is now in session." David bangs the gavel. "Junior member Blaine Anderson, is there a matter you would like to raise."
I stand up and turn so that all of the room can see me.
"Yes, I would like to ask that my friend Kurt here, is given a chance to audition. I feel he will benefit the Warblers greatly, he has an incredible range." I look at the council. They all nod in agreement.
"Kurt, will you please stand?" Kurt complies.
"And what exactly is your range?" David asks kindly.
"I'm a countertenor." Kurt replies.
There are a few murmurs at this.
"Okay Kurt, please proceed with your song of choice."
"Thank you." Kurt takes a deep breath.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see.
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird fly,
Blackbird fly,
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird fly,
Blackbird fly,
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise.
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
I'm in love with him. I only realise it now, but seeing him absorbed in song, and his voice. I swear, it would make angels cry.
Everything's kind of a blur, but there's applause, and I'm clapping, and David bangs the gavel and Kurt's hugging me and he smells so good, just like peaches, and vanilla, and Kurt.
And then I realise that he's in the warblers and I'll get to hear him sing so much more, and I almost break down and cry.
The weeks literally fly by. I remember bits and pieces of them, but all I can think about is Kurt. It's almost mid-term, and some guys are packing up to go home for a week, and others are staying here. I'm going home for a day or two, but I'll be spending most of the week here. My parents are away, and there's always a party or two here, so it should be good fun.
Kurt has just finished packing for his trip home.
He sits beside me on my bed, and I look at him, and he's so beautiful.
"K-Kurt?" I look at him.
"Yeah, Blaine?" he raises his head.
"I-I..." I trail off at the sight of his ice-blue eyes staring into mine. I reach out a hand, and gently cup his cheek. He feels so soft, and he leans into my touch slightly. I turn his face towards me, and kiss him. Softly, just for a few seconds. But in those seconds my entire body tingles with electricity, and then I remember. Karofskey. He kissed Kurt without asking him. I'm horrified. I pull away. I withdraw my hand, and lean back.
"Kurt, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you. I'm so sorry, I should never have...after Karofskey-it's probably the last thing you wanted and I just rushed in and...I'm so sorry Kurt."
Kurt stares at me. I drop my gaze. He reaches out, and at first I think he's going to slap me, and I brace myself because I deserve it for being so selfish and awful. But Kurt just touches my face, and I look up.
"Do you have any idea," Kurt says breathily. "How long I've wanted you to do that?" My eyes widen.
"You-you wanted me to kiss you?" Kurt grabs my face and kisses me. He climbs on top of me, and I'm lying on my bed, and he's straddling my hips.
This isn't gentle, like our first kiss, this is passionate, and forceful, and incredible. I run my tongue along Kurt's bottom lip, Nd he moans and opens his mouth, granting me access. My tongue invades his mouth, and he keeps making these moaning noises, and they're driving me wild.
We break for a moment, and when I see Kurt staring at me, licking his lips-wait. licking his lips.
"Jesus, Kurt." I gently sit up, and Kurt shifts so that he's sitting beside me on the bed. I take his hand, and he leans his head on my shoulder.
"Blaine?" Kurt asks, somewhat detached.
"Yes, Kurt?"
"I-I wanted you to kiss me when we met. And then the time you walked out of the shower in that towel and I wanted to lick you dry, but I thought you didn't feel the same. But you were always so nice Blaine, and I couldn't help but fall for you. Oh god. And then you were singing 'Teenage Dream, and I wanted you to get my heart racing in your skin tight jeans, but you waited until now to kiss me, and I have to go in like five minutes." I feel my chest swell with this information.
"Kurt, when I saw you in my room, You were the most beautiful person I had ever seen. You still are. I don't deserve you, but I need you." I raise his chin.
"Kurt Hummel. Would you like to go on a date with me?"
"I thought you'd never ask."