AN: I'm loving the story alert notifications flooding my email inbox! Thank you all so much. I'm sorry this chapter took forever to be posted. It refused to be written, but I think it's okay... Not the best. The next ones should be better.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Nor do I own the thing I may have referenced to... I really couldn't help it. If you get it, please say something. It's kind of an obvious one. If I did own Glee, and I'm stealing this from someone else (who? I've forgotten, and I dearly apologize. It was the author of a very well-written Klaine fic), it would be changed to the Kurt Hummel Hour. And Kurt and Blaine would be together already. I'm rambling. On with the story.
Blaine smiles that completely and utterly breathtaking smile.
I think he's starting to realize the effect it has on me.
"We do need to talk," Blaine says, looking down slightly.
"Okay," I say, unsure of what else I could tell him.
"I kissed you," he says suddenly, glancing up at me. I smile briefly, remembering it. I felt blissfully happy and better than I ever had before.
"You did," I say. He's still looking at me, but his eyes seem empty. I sigh slightly, dropping the smile that plagued my face. I know my rambling is about to ensue.
"Blaine, if you regret it, then it's okay. Really. I mean I like you a lot and I won't exactly be happy if you do but I'll still understand and we can just be friends if that's what you want and you don't like me that way and -" Blaine turns and looks at me, interrupting my ramble by locking his lips onto mine.
I sit there for a moment, not really kissing back due to the fact that he surprised me. I come to my senses and thrust myself into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling myself closer to him. He smiles into our kiss and responds by kissing me more passionately before slowly pulling away, resting his forehead against mine and panting.
"I would never ever regret that," he murmurs. I was generally breathless after his little surprise attack, but the pure honesty in his voice renders me speechless.
"Um," I mutter. I have nothing to say, to tell the truth. Well, I do, but it would involve my outpouring of love and melodramatic emotions. I think it would be better to be quiet.
Blaine smiles smugly, probably pleased with himself regarding the obvious effect he has upon me. He sits back, leaning against the wall, then he sighs.
"I'm just going to talk for a little while. Will you listen?" Blaine asks curiously, looking over at me. I nod.
"Of course," I say.
"Ever since you spied on us, I knew you were special. I mean, it was almost like fate that we met. You just so happened to stop me on the staircase. Me. Not Wes or David or anyone else. Me, a guy that has gone through everything you have, times ten." Blaine bites his lip, and I look up at him. He has tears in his eyes.
"Oh, Blaine. We don't have to talk about that if you don't want to..." I never really thought about what Blaine might have gone through. It makes me feel bad, though. I'm so self centered that I only cared about myself and Karofsky. I never realized that Blaine could've gone through something similar. Or something so much worse.
I look over at Blaine, concerned. He succeeds in fighting back the tears, and sighs.
"Alright. I'll just move on from that, then. But I'm still going to talk." He smiles at me, and I blush involuntarily. I'm really going to have to do something about that.
"So. I saw myself in you. I wanted to help you. I wanted to be the mentor I wish I had when I was in your shoes. So I did. I tried to give you the courage I didn't have. And you know what, Kurt? I'm proud of you. I'm really proud of you."
I smile widely. "Oh, Blaine, I-"
He interrupts me, putting his finger against my lips. "Uh uh uh, Kurt. Don't say anything until I'm finished." I nod.
"Where was I? Oh, yes. I was saying how proud I am of you. Essentially, I came into your life just to be a mentor, but somewhere along the way, in between Teenage Dream and Baby it's Cold Outside, I fell for you. Hard. And I thought you'd never feel the same." I open my mouth to interject. Blaine puts up his hand.
"No, no. Hold on. I'm still not finished." He grins. "I've been in relationships before. I've been on dates. I've kissed a few people. I've had dozens of crushes. But I've never ever felt quite like this before."
Blaine looks at me and smiles, his hazel eyes like starlight, shimmering in a way that I've never seen them shimmer before. I can't help but smile back. It's all so unrealistic, honestly. I've never been very lucky in the love department. All of the sudden the guy that I'm hopelessly in love with has launched into an outpouring of his deepest emotions... for me? No. That just doesn't happen in the life of Kurt Hummel.
"I... I feel the same way, Blaine. I really do." His face lights up and he smiles.
"I'm glad you do. I was afraid I was going to be so embarrassed, I'd have to flee to Winnipeg. That's in Canada, you know." He grins widely now, a glint of excitement and blissful happiness in his eyes.
"Oh, I know." I smile widely, looking deeply into Blaine's eyes. He says nothing else, just leans forward and kisses me. I kiss back willingly, wrapping my arms around him and pulling myself closer.
He pulls back after another moment or so, smiling at me, then his face falls a little.
"What's wrong?" I ask, genuinely concerned that I did something wrong.
"I kind of... lied to you."
AN: Another cliffhanger? Two chapters in a row? Oh, my Gaga! I'm a terrible person, I know! Chapter seven should be up tomorrow. I'll have time to write it, as I'm getting another snow day from school.