Author's nothes: so here's chapter 4! see, I didn't make you wait for too long this time (:
thank you so much to everyone for the reviews, if you keep leaving me such nice messages I really feel more inspired and willing to write so ;) (is it just me or do winky faces always look really creepy? I apologize)
mmh, I don't think I have anything else to say! Enjoy!
The only problem was that Blaine had no idea how to even begin to write an email to a guy he didn't know, and he was terrified to make a bad impression on him. So he ended up procrastinating, and a week after the talk with Rachel, the piece of paper with the email address was still on his nightstand, where he had dropped it as soon as he had got home. He couldn't exactly pinpoint why he was so afraid, but he felt like this was an important chance and he didn't wanna waste it.
Saturday night came fast and found Blaine in his room, staring at the address from where he was sitting on the bed, hoping his Kurt would come visit him and maybe give him some precious advice about what to do. Sam and Mike had organized a bowling night and the whole glee club was invited, but he didn't really feel like going out, since it had been a busy week and he just missed having time for himself. He hadn't been alone with his fantasies in a couple of days.
Just as he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to find a bit of relief for his acking back (Sam was right, glee rehearsals really killed his muscles), he heard the argentine voice he knew so well saying: "good evening, B." He opened his eyes abruptly and found Kurt sitting in front of him, with his legs crossed.
The ethereal boy looked a bit worried for a moment. "Did I wake you up?"
"no, no, don't worry, angel. I was waiting gor you." Blaine felt a smale spreading on his face, which was immediatelly reciprocated by Kurt.
"That's good then." He became thoughtful again, before adding: "Actually, I'm not alone tonight. A friend of mine asked if she could come along. Is it okay?"
"Sure, it's fine by me. You know I like having visitors." Blaine hadn't finished talking when a woman with dark blonde hair and bright green eyes appeared in a corner of the room.
"Hello, darling." She greeted him with a thick English accent. "I'm Leanne. I asked Kurt, here, if I could come visit you with him because he told me you might need some advice. Was he right?"
Blaine felt instantly relieved. He should have known. Kurt was always there when he needed him.
"Absolutely." He affirmed.
"Care to share your issues with us?" asked the woman.
"Yeah, what's troubling you?" Kurt added.
Blaine took a deep breath and started explaining the whole situation to his two visitors. Then he proceeded to ask them for help with the email he was going to write.
"I believe" said Leanne, after thinking about it for a moment "that you should just try to be honest. Write some simple phrases, don't let your insecurities hold you back: be completely open about the reason why you're writing to him, and see if he accepts you. If he doesn't even take a bit of time to listen to you and understand what you're telling him, and he's – I know that's what scares you the most – let's say, quick to judge you, it means he's not actually worth it."
"But what if he thinks I'm a total freak? I mean, I guess you know I felt so interested in him because... well..." Blaine hesitated.
"...He reminds you of me?" Kurt spoke softly.
"Yeah." The teen admitted. "I can't come clean to him about my reveries, not so soon, at least. It's not something I can talk about so light-heartedly, you know."
"I think you're right, maybe you should wait to tell him about your little own world. But I'm convinced that what Leanne was trying to say, in fact, is that you should be honest about the sympathy you felt towards him." The woman nodded along with his words. "Because that's also what it's about, isn't it?"
"I guess so, yeah." Blaine ran a hand through his curls absent-mindedly. He knew that tonight his visitors were basically a personification of his own conscience, so he couldn't lie to them just as much as he couldn't lie to himself.
In the end, Leanne and Kurt stayed with Blaine for another hour and a half, talking about pretty much everything that came up to the teen's mind, before he started to feel really tired and decided it was time to head to bed. He wondered if the woman would come back sometime, because she was lovely and motherly and a really good listener, ultimately all he needed his actual mum to be. He sighed and tried to focus on happier thoughts, like the fact he was much more confident in writing to the other Kurt now. He decided that would be the first thing he'd do the next morning.
He finally fell asleep with a smile on his lips.
He didn't manage to stick to his plans, tho, and all because of one noah puckerman, who decided to show up at his house at 10 am because he absolutely had to accompany him car shopping.
"I mean , you told me about how you and your father spent a summer fixing a – what was it again? A Prius? Anyway, it's clear that you are an expert, and I can only afford second-hand vehicles, so you're the perfect person to help me choose one. " It was clear his friend wouldn't have taken a no for an answer, not even if Blaine had tried to explain he wasn't so good as he thought, so the boy just nodded, got changed quickly, and accepted a ride on Puck's motorcycle because he wasn't in the mood of driving.
It took them the whole morning, and when he was finally back home it was time for lunch, so by the time he finished and went to his bedroom, it was past two pm. As soon as he turned on his computer, he went straight to his email account and was about to start writing, when a window opened alerting him he had a new message. He clicked on it, and was taken aback for a moment.
The email was from Kurt Hummel.