A/N: Hey everybody! Okay so I just thought I'd let you know that I had so much fun writing this chapter ha ha! And I reaaaaally hope you like it...p.s. sorry for being a pain in the neck and making you wait for such a long time but meh, I wanted this chapter to be perfect, also I made it a little longer than the previous ones so..yeah..enjoy!
Ooh! Also! Quick sidenote: thank you to those who pointed out my quite obvious mistake last chapter early enough that I could edit it before anyone else read it-just shows how clumsy I am! Thanks again guys!
Ultraviolet-Chapter 5
You would have thought that considering I have enough clothes to last me about three lifetimes, I could find something at least half-decent to wear to the club for my meeting with Blaine. But nooo, the world has to be against Kurt Hummel yet again doesn't it? I must have been staring with narrowed eyes at the piles of clothes on my floor that I had ripped from my wardrobe for about 15 minutes until Mercedes rang, and I was clawing and swimming through those same piles to locate my phone...
"Hello?" I sighed, still majorly annoyed at my situation.
"Hey! So, Tina and I were thinking..."
"That can't be safe"
"Shh! White boy let me finish!"
I rolled my eyes and clamped my jaw shut, I know how my brain works, and most of the time I seem to have no filter, whatever I think-I say (and that situation doesn't change when I'm lying in mountains of clothes on my back with tired droopy eyes, messy spiky hair and no outfit to put me in an even worse mood)
"As I was saying...Tina and I were thinking...considering we have been dragged into going to this club tonight, we may as well look our best in case there are any amazingly hot guys hanging about there"
I sighed internally, thinking of my amazingly hot guy...no wait, I mean, well he isn't my amazingly hot guy but he asked me to the club and he's just so perfect and it's like we get along so easily and...oh god. What if I'm making the whole thing up in my head? Forcing my thoughts aside to listen to Mercedes' rambling, I focused back in on what she was actually suggesting.
"Well yeah so, neither of us have a decent outfit after looking for the past hour, so we're going shopping, to buy something that will have the boys jaws hitting the floor" she squealed excitedly at the thought. "So..." she said dumbly, expecting me to know what the hell she was going on about, truth be told I was just sat staring mindlessly at my clothes mountains.
"So?"
"So..? Do you wanna come?"
"Hmm..." I considered it, to be honest there wasn't really much else I could do...I thought as my stupid unsuitable clothes stared back at me "I might just take you up on that offer"
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After three hours of shopping we all arrived home at our separate houses with 2 hours to spare. I had finally found something suitable for my meeting with Blaine, and with a little help from my girls, I had chosen the perfect ensemble; they had encouraged me to buy the tightest fitting red jeans in the shop, paired with a thin, tight patterned black and red top with a low hanging collar...I have to say, I looked pretty hot.
After jumping up and down in excitement and clapping my hands for a few seconds I skipped downstairs to the kitchen where Burt and Finn were sat; realising I hadn't even asked my dad permission to go to this club tonight yet. My dad looked up from reading the newspaper when I walked in, "Hey kiddo" he said before returning his eyes to the article he was reading about something to do with football...honestly I wasn't even mildly interested- the only thing I had on my mind (no surprises here) was Blaine, Blaine, Blaine.
"Hey dad" I walked over, kissing him on the forehead and ruffling Finn's hair as he shovelled down pancakes and attempted speaking, sounding something like "Hwey Kwugt" I assumed he meant 'Hey Kurt' as he nodded and returned his attention to his plate, stabbing at the pancakes hastily with his fork. I slid down into the seat and linked my fingers together on the table before glancing at Finn. He had dribble all down his chin and he was chewing with his mouth open, a chunk of pancake flying out onto his plate as he pointed at Burt with his fork, engaging in conversation about the football article he was reading.
After a minute I sighed irritantly and reached for a napkin, dabbing Finn's face. "You are such a boy"
Finn just raised an eyebrow at me in confusion before I continued. "You can't stop eating, and when you do, you eat with your mouth wide open and talk with your mouth full, and you dribble everywhere"
"Dude your like my mom," he protested, squirming away from the napkin and hunching over his plate protectively. "I like food, food is my friend" he pouted.
I just sighed and raised an eyebrow before sinking back into my chair, arms folded. "And why is it that whenever I seem to see you at the kitchen table you are always eating pancakes? It's the afternoon, Finn"
"Pancakes deserved to be loved at any time of the day man, they are neglected because people just think they are only supposed to be eaten for breakfast" he seemed to be so engrossed in the conversation, explaining in great detail as if he was some sort of pancake expert scientist. "Whereas I like to see it from all angles, I think-"
"That's cool pal but I don't really care about the laws of pancakes" Burt butted in and Finn just huffed and carried on eating.
"So dad..." I started tentatively, wondering how I was supposed to just ask him knowing how hesitant he would be. "I um, I'm going to this place tonight with a few people from glee club" I shrugged, trying to make it seem nonchalant, that was until Finn opened his stupid big mouth.
"Oh! That club! Everyone's talking about that man, are you going? Wait a minute-is that Anderson kid gunna be there? Kurt you aren't answering any of my questions! Answer me, Kurt! Kurrrt!"
I was too busy blushing under the intense stare of both my dad and Finn to answer.
"Wait, what Anderson kid, who's 'that Anderson kid'? Kurt?"
"That's not his name Finn!" I huffed. "His name's Blaine, dad." I replied softly, sinking into my chair a little and blushing at the mention of his name.
"Blaine huh?" he was smirking slightly, obviously amused at how I squirmed in my chair and turned bright red. "So, what's he like?"
"Uh—" I didn't even get to answer before Finn rudely interrupted again.
"He's horrible! He's scary and he's a trouble maker and he follows Kurt around like some sort of annoying lost puppy!"
"He isn't any of those things Finn!" I hissed, my irritation increasing at the annoying oaf sat at the table that resembled my step-brother. "You don't even know him, and he doesn't follow me around, it's called a friend, he's my friend" I snapped, my dad raising his eyebrows and Finn settling back into his chair and staring at his empty place, standing mumbling something about getting orange juice and walking to the fridge.
"So what's this club? Is that where you're on about going? Because I've told you about the kind of people who hang about there before Kurt" he uttered disapprovingly. Crap, I need to persuade him...
"I know! But I won't be alone; most of the glee club is going too! I'm going along with Tina and Mercedes and meeting Santana, Puck and Quinn there, and then Mike is coming and then...we're meeting some other people there and...yeah" I trailed off at the last part a little hesitantly-would my dad even approve of me meeting up with boys?
"So what's this Anderson kid got to do with it?"
"Um, well, he kinda-uuh..." I worried on how to put it, should I go into detail or just...tell it how it was or...okay I have no clue what I'm going on about. Maybe I worry too much. Do I worry too much?
"Is he going too?" Burt lifted an eyebrow, setting his newspaper down on the table as Finn returned; eying between me and Burt meaningfully before I shot him a hasty glare and he dropped his head, gulping down gallons of orange juice by the second.
I let out a huff of air and replied "Yeah, yes he's-he's going" I avoided my dad's gaze. The bonding sessions we'd been having for the past couple of months had really helped our relationship, but obviously there were both pros and cons for this arrangement. One of the most annoying ones being that he could practically read me like a book now. The slight smirk on his features let me know that I was exactly right in thinking he knew something was going on. He knew, he just had to; the way I stumbled and stuttered every time I mentioned Blaine's name, or even spoke about him, defending him so often and calling him my 'friend'. Burt already knew that Blaine was much more than just a 'friend'.
"Hmm" he let out a hum whilst he thought, narrowing his eyes slightly at me before pointing a finger to Finn across the table. "Are you going to this tonight?"
"Uuhm.." Finn looked towards me as if to ask permission, but quickly snapped his eyes back to Burt. "I wasn't gunna go but...if you're-if you need-"
"No it's fine Finn. I was just asking to make sure Kurt wasn't definitely on his own."
"I won't be on my own anyway!" I added, regretting it immediately after. "I'll be with Blaine" I mumbled, so quiet that the only indication that I was actually talking would be the slight brush of my lips.
Burt somehow still seemed to catch it though, and thought even further, pulling off his cap to scratch his head. I waited in anticipation and watched him weigh out the options and go through his normal thought process before he actually answered me.
"Fine" he sighed. My heart skipped a beat.
"W-wait, wai-what? Are you serious? Oh my god thank you dad!"
I engulfed him in a hug, barely managing to keep the victorious smile off of my face.
Burt just mumbled nonchalantly and went back to his paper "now get outta here before I change my mind" he muttered, looking up at me before turning a page and reading a new article. I scurried away and back downstairs to my room before I squealed and flailed about uncontrollably.
I was allowed! I was going to see Blaine! I felt like screaming or singing at the top of my voice but I knew my dad would probably just tell me to shut up and take back what he said. But still, I catapulted myself onto my bed, grabbed a pillow and screamed at the top of my lungs into it, coming up for air with a breathtaking smile on my face. Then I saw the time. Shit.
It was almost 7.30, and Mercedes was picking me up at 8. My screams of delight suddenly became panicky noises as I ran around my bedroom in circles trying to find where things were, despite the blurry vision from my spinning around. I came to a stop, laughed at myself and waited until the dizziness to stop before I found my shopping bags from earlier on that day.
I underestimated my own power, I never thought I could be changed and ready in 15 minutes, 15 minutes! I was applying the finishing touches to my hair and reaching for my hairspray when there was a knock at my door.
"Come in!"
"Hi sweetie, how's your day been?" It was Carole. Surprisingly enough I had really taken to Carole ever since my dad had gotten more involved with her; we found ourselves relating in multiple ways whether it be fashion, celebrity gossip or finding the same men attractive and then giggling about it afterwards. I treated her like a friend instead of a step-mum, and I think my dad had grown accustomed to our relationship when he sometimes came home to us spread across mine or their bed surrounded by magazines and endless plates of things we had baked, giggling our heads off at something or other. I even found him watching us with an adoring smile on his face in the doorway once; when our eyes met he just nodded approvingly and walked away with the silly satisfied grin on his face.
"Hi Carole! Yeah I had a good day, I went shopping with Tina and Mercedes and bought an outfit for tonight" I answered, still searching manically through every draw for my hairspray, a frown appearing on my features when I couldn't find it.
"Oh that sounds great honey, here" I looked up to her as she threw a new can of hairspray towards me; catching it with a confused expression on my face.
"I picked it up for you after my shift, I thought you might need it, considering you're seeing lover boy Blaine tonight" she winked. I blushed slightly at the thought of seeing him in only about half an hour, mumbling a thanks as she plopped herself down on my bed, sighing with closed eyes and cuddling up to my pillow.
"You alright there?" I laughed and stood, finally ready and raring to go.
"Yeah just tired, it's been a long day" she blinked hazily a few times as if she had just woken up, before laying her eyes on me. "Wow, you look stunning" she whistled slightly and her eyes followed me as I walked around the bed and reached for my phone that was starting to buzz on my bedside table. I blushed and mumbled another thank you before answering the call.
"Hello?"
"Hey white boy, we're outside"
"Okay, I'll be down in a minute"
"Ok, hurry up! I'm sure your lover boy is waiting for you!"
Seriously, why does everyone feel the need to call him my lover boy? Firstly, he isn't mine, and secondly, how do they even know that he likes me? He hasn't shown any signs or said anything about liking me at all!
I rushed up stairs from my basement bedroom with Carole following, kissed her on the cheek receiving a 'good luck with Blaine sweetie!' and yelled goodbye to my dad who was sat watching football with Finn; finally closing the door before he could give me a curfew time.
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The buzz of heavy dance music was thrumming from the huge speakers mounted on the wall, bodies swaying and grinding closely together in a huge tangle of limbs on the dance floor whilst a DJ was up front on centre stage. We shuffled in awkwardly and immediately recognised a few faces, mostly cheerleaders who were wearing short, tight skirts and were mixed in with jocks and grinding feverishly against each other. Despite this being a 16+ club I didn't see many young faces, in fact there were a few much older faces that I spotted amongst the crowd that seemed just as satisfied as everyone else, grinding against random women.
I felt a little out of place as I shuffled from one foot to another, my teeth pressed into my bottom lip anxiously, as I scanned the crowd. And nope, he was nowhere to been seen. Great Kurt, just great, he's stood you up, he's been leading you on this whole time and now he isn't even here. He's probably sat laughing at you with his bunch of 'friends' he was supposed to be bringing along. I felt a sting and a lump in my throat as puck pulled me towards our group, most of the glee members were either dancing or talking(more like shouting) over the loud music. Santana approached me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder in some sort of half hug, squeezing me and then letting me go, taking a huge gulp of the tequila puck had somehow managed to either buy or smuggle in.
"Cheer up lady, what's got you so down?" she grimaced as the taste of the liquid burned in her throat, after a few more sips, she became accustomed to it and the burning soothed.
"Nothing" I mumbled, not wanting else to laugh at my stupidity and embarrassment too.
"Calm down, your boy Anderson will be here soon" she began to sway her hips and sing along to the new song that had started. I narrowed my eyes at her, seriously now, why was everyone calling him my boy? Not that I wanted to him to be mine or anything...
"How do you know?" I mumbled into the bottle I was sipping that Puck had shoved into my hands.
"Duh? Facebook." She answered simply before downing her drink and grabbing my hand. "Let's dance"
"Oh no. No-no-no-no, Santana! Stop! I don't dance! There are jocks and cheerleaders here!" I hissed in protest and yanked back but she didn't seem any more doubtful as I found myself surrounded by people.
"Shut up and dance" she shouted over the music before grinding back onto me. I could only go by the dance moves I had learnt for my single ladies video with Tina and Britt, but I placed my hands on her waist, pressing up close to her back and moved in time with her, both of us rolling our hips in time with the beat and laughing together when we pulled apart to do some ridiculous dance move.
When the song finished I heard Puck and a few others from our group cat-calling and whistling as we high-fived and returned to them. But I noticed something else before I turned back to Quinn, a pair of dark eyes glowed in the shadows where the lights didn't flash, they were fixated on me. I squinted to see who it was when the spot lights flashed on that corner of the room, but no one was there. I shivered slightly at the possibility that it could be Karofsky, coming to the club to ruin my night, but I shook those thoughts from my head knowing that Blaine would protect me as usual if he dared even try anything. I felt a silly grin cross my face at the thought, and struggled to come back into focus and actually listen to what Quinn was saying to me.
Suddenly the music died down and a male voice talked over the speakers,
"And now, our newcomer band, and also our speciality for the night, the Dalton warbler rejects!"
People had turned and were stood facing the stage and screaming, most people jumping and clapping when four silhouettes stepped on stage, and began plugging leads and cables into amplifiers and guitars. The spotlight shone on them and the crowd erupted once more when we finally saw the band members.
The first was a tall, blond flat haired, skinny yet muscular boy with a rumpled shirt and a black sleek electric guitar who stepped up to the mic, smiling and nodding appreciatively towards the crowd. His jeans were skinny but not tight enough to be 'too gay' and they hung halfway down his ass with a red and blue striped tie dangling from his back pocket. I didn't really like his style, but it reminded me of someone I knew...
"Hey guys!" He spoke into the mic in a friendly manner, running a hand through his messy hair and then gesturing towards himself. "For those of you who don't know us, I'm Ricky," a few girls swooned over his obvious charm and his husky voice, but I was too focused on searching the crowd for Blaine to notice the apparent interest.
"This is Miko, our bass player" he pointed towards a boy who was fumbling with his guitar, suddenly looking up due to the introduction. He had dark spiky hair, I couldn't really tell whether it was black or just dark brown, but nonetheless; he smiled kindly, waving with one hand before tightening the strap on his guitar and standing casually waiting for the band to begin. I noticed he also wore tight jeans but they were an orange-kind of colour, with a blue polo shirt and the same blue and red striped tie wrapped around his wrist in some sort of bracelet. He was staring intently at the group of cheerleaders who giggled and twirled strands of hair around their fingers flirtily.
"This is Sean, our drummer" Ricky nodded his head in the direction of the drums to where a black haired guy sat at the seat, twirling drumsticks around effortlessly in both hands. His hair was messy and sticking out in all random directions, escaping from underneath the blue and red striped tie that was tied around his head in some sort of headband. He had red dyed streaks in his hair, and wore red rimmed glasses with no lenses. His style was simple, a black vest revealing his bulging muscles and tight denim jeans. He nodded appreciatively towards the crowd and smiled in particular at a group of three girls at the very front who were screaming and clapping the loudest.
"And last but not least, our guitarist and joint lead singer, Blaine." My head snapped up immediately as Ricky fist bumped a very familiar looking boy who stood with a huge grin, he might as well have been dripping with sex appeal as he looked over the crowd giving a confident wave and tightening his grip on the neck of his cherry red electric guitar. I saw a few glee members looking at me and Blaine in disbelief out of the corner of my eye but I could barely even register them, I was too focused on the beautiful angel on the stage.
I had never seen him look so perfect or gorgeous before, and that's saying something...
He wore tight blue jeans, a torn dress shirt with the matching blue and red striped tie, although his was a little ripped, with his familiar worn leather jacket; again, rolled up to his elbows. As the lights flashed on to his face I sworn I could see slight stubble on his jaw-line and oh fuck, wasn't that just irresistibly hot... When Ricky continued talking I saw Blaine reach a hand above his eyes, blocking the glare from the spot lights, searching the crowd before laying his eyes on a spot near me. His eyes immediately turned dark, and he was eye fucking the hell out of whoever was stood next to me. In a jealous huff, I turned to see Sara Devoille giggling and shooting him flirty looks and I sighed.
But wait, Blaine told me he was gay? I looked in front of me to see that Chuck Kimberly was stood with his hands in his pockets. As far as I know Chuck isn't gay, but he always had this sort of shifty look about him that made him look like he was hiding something, maybe he was closeted?
I pushed the jealousy aside to focus more on Blaine. I could barely even hear what Ricky was saying, or what everyone else was shouting and clapping about, all I could hear was the thumping of my heart and my vision was like a tunnel with Blaine at the end, his eyes focused intently on chuck.
"So without further ado, I will hand you over to Mr. Blaine Anderson here for our first song" Ricky stepped back slightly, reaching for his guitar and nudging Blaine forward with a smile.
Blaine stepped up to the mic, clearing his throat, and leaned forward speaking in a husky deep voice that sounded so completely raw and flail-worthy. I almost swooned in a public place...
"This is a song I wrote a couple days ago, it's called Dirty little secret"
The deafening sound of guitars boomed through the speakers and it reminded me of the screeching sounds that usually played from Blaine's huge headphones he wore around school, his eyes were fixated on chuck as he began the song. And wait a minute; did he just say he wrote this song? Oh my god he writes songs, can he be anymore perfect? I was distracted yet again by the deep raspy voice that began to sing through the microphone.
Let me know that I've done wrong,
when I've known this all along.
I go around a time or two,
just to waste my time with you
Well shit, Blaine could sing. Despite the fact it wasn't actual singing, it was near to shouting but he was still singing at the top of his voice, it was exhilarating just to watch. I think I pretty much lost my mind when he began to play the guitar, fast and talented, moving his long fingers along the frets in such a sexual way it should be made illegal.
Tell me all that you thrown away,
find out games you don't wanna play
you are, the only one that needs to know...
He was eyeing Chuck intently now; he looked like he could make him pregnant with that amount of eye fucking. I sighed jealously but continued to sway my hips, as soon as I made the movement, I saw Blaine become more eager on the stage, literally looking like he was about to pounce at Chuck and devour him any second.
I'll keep you my dirty little secret,
don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
Chuck was moving away now, he turned and headed for the bar where a few of his friends were sat, although Blaine's eyes didn't make any move to follow him. In fact, they were fixated on the spot in front of me where Chuck had just been, still eye fucking that space.
My dirty little secret, who has to know?
Suddenly Puck was nudging me in the ribs annoyingly and getting me to rip my gaze from Blaine to face him.
"Woah Hummel, looks like you were right, Anderson does have the hots for you. He hasn't stopped staring at you through this whole song" He was shouting over the music. "Congrats, looks like you might have a future boyfriend there man" he was patting me on the back before I even realised what had been happening.
Blaine had been staring at me? Wait, what? That was me he had been eye fucking this whole time? I converted my attention back to the boy in question to see him staring at me underneath his eyelashes again, a small grin on his face as he stepped up closer to the mic again and strummed harder on his guitar.
when we live such fragile lives,
it's the best way we survive,
I go around a time or two
just to waste my time with you
Miko and Ricky were nodding towards that group of three girls at the front again and smiling dirtily, so I made a wild guess that they were their girlfriends. I took in what Blaine was wearing yet again as he shifted his guitar around a bit, the leather strap catching his shirt and revealing more of his chest, as the buttons were already opened to almost half way down.
I couldn't even register the fact that music was playing anymore, I just stared. It was like tunnel vision, with Blaine at the end with his eyes boring into mine. My limbs turned to jelly as I leaned on Puck's shoulder, a dreamy smile lighting up my face as I watched Blaine's perfect lips move in sync with the music.
Before I knew it the song had come to an end and the band was starting up their next song, for which, Blaine swapped places with Ricky and allowed him to take the lead singer role as Blaine covered lead guitarist. Even as Ricky began to sing, his voice was nowhere near as mesmerising as Blaine's. Talk of the devil; he was staring right at me again, not even glancing down to his guitar as he glided effortlessly through the chords.
My hearing drifted in and out as I heard various lines from the song, not even in a particular order, I was too focused on Blaine to even listen properly.
Cause I'm just a teenage dirt bag baby
Blaine was nodding and laughing towards an enthusiastic group of cheerleaders now, who were jumping at the front of the stage, screaming the song lyrics and shaking their hair about, flicking annoyed people who were crammed in next to them in the face with their long ponytails. The cute little smile he had whilst he was laughing was unbearably cute, and I found that it had me almost melting on the spot where I was stood when he directed it to me, his smile only growing into a huge grin as he sung backing vocals into a nearby microphone.
How does she know who I am?
And why does she give a damn about me?
Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby, like you
They sang at least four or five more songs, some covers and some they had written themselves, Blaine leading in most of them and sounding completely flawless when he did. Neither of us took our eyes off of each other throughout each performance, which was quite surprising because I'd never felt the butterflies fly so fast in my stomach before my eyes locked with his orbs of hazel and honey, his dark long eyelashes fluttering every time he glanced towards his guitar again.
"Thanks for listening guys! We'll be here the same time next week, but now it's time for the next band to come on so we're gunna get some drinks and dance with you lot! Thanks guys" Ricky was whooping, setting his guitar aside and jumping off stage straight into the arms of one of the girls in the group of three that had been cheering for the band; she mauled his face with kisses, the two other girls doing the same to Miko and Sean. Blaine just watched with a grin, also setting his guitar aside and dropping into the crowd. I lost sight of him, but I expected him to jump into the arms of some gorgeous Mr. Perfect guy and lock lips with him. I couldn't have been more wrong.
I noticed a familiar head of curly hair making its way through the crowd, over the tops of people's heads, and my heart beat quickened before the butterflies swarmed faster inside my stomach.
"Hey! Kurt! You made it!" he stepped towards me, a big smile on his face, greeting me as if we were old friends. I smiled in return as he patted by back and stepped close enough that I could feel his breath on my neck; the music was loud, so we struggled to hear each other over the thumping bass of the DJ.
"Yeah! You didn't mention you were in a freaking band! You guys were amazing!" Blaine smiled even bigger if that was possible, and before I knew it he was linking his fingers around my wrist and gently pulling me from my group of gleeks who were stood gawking at us.
"Thanks!" he shouted enthusiastically, I figured he was trying to talk over the music, as we came to a stop in the corner of the room. "So...how are you?" he moved closer to talk in my ear, making sure I heard him, I shivered slightly at the musky smell of his cologne and the brush of leather I felt against my bare arm, his warm breath washing over my skin.
"I'm good, you?"
"I'm great!" he smiled again; in fact, I had never seen him this happy. He looked so...in his element, that I could tell music played a big part in his life just by looking at him, regardless of the fact I didn't know a whole lot about him.
"Oh yeah, I'd love for you to meet my band mates later on," he leaned closer again, and I thought I could die from just this boy's scent alone. "That is, when I can drag them away from their groupie girlfriends over there" he laughed fondly and looked over at them with an appreciative smile"
"Are they the group of overly enthusiastic girls that were jumping and screaming at the front?" I asked and smiled back infectiously.
"Yeah" he nodded, and turned his eyes back to me, reaching a hand out and resting it at the small of my back. I blushed like mad as he leaned in to talk softly in my ear.
"I'm disappointed I didn't see you up there screaming for me" he winked, and his hand felt heavier against my back. "My little groupie" he laughed and I could tell my face was burning as I laughed along with him, god, this kid knew how to flirt.
We fell into a pointless fit of giggles, "Don't think- I didn't see you, Hahaha, stood there mouthing the lyrics to teenage dirtbag while I was singing the bridge" he struggled to say through his laughter. I found I just didn't care about being embarrassed anymore, and let myself melt into Blaine, leaning into his touch and shifting closer, putting my 'flirting tactics' I had learnt from Santana to good use.
When we calmed down a little, he let his eyes wander down my body, a dark look in his eyes, I let him do the full circuit down to my feet and then tortuously slowly back up to my grinning face. He paused and poked his tongue out to lick his lip contentiously before narrowing his eyes slightly and letting the grin take over his face. "You look great by the way" he eyed me hungrily so I returned the favour and let my eyes swoop over his flawless features.
"So do you" I had no idea where all of this confidence was coming from, but in the next five minutes we found ourselves so close we were almost stuck together, talking into each other's ears. I found him looking me up and down wantonly every time I turned my attention back to him, then smiling innocently and pulling me just that tiny bit closer.
"Can I get you a drink?" he said into my ear, eyeing the bar.
"Yeah sure, I don't know where mine went; anyway, Puckerman's probably spiked it by now." We both laughed as he eased me forward with the hand on my back, leading me towards the bar. I could feel a few people's shocked gazes bouncing off our backs as we passed, and I'm sure Blaine could too but he just glanced at me with a confident smile and coaxed me into a seat at the bar before sliding in to one next to me. It's strange, I missed the warmth of Blaine's hands on my back, it felt as if there was a cold handprint from where a part of me had been ripped away.
"What are you having?" he offered, digging his wallet out and unclasping it as he tossed the drinks menu to me.
"Um..." I pretended to scan the menu whilst I panicked inside, did he expect me to drink alcohol? Was he trying to get me drunk? What If he was trying to take advantage of me? I mean what if he tries something, I honestly don't know him that well, he could be anyone, do anything. He must have sensed my discomfort somehow and reached to place a hand on top of mine, I looked up at his bright eyes and wide smile.
"Don't worry!" he laughed. "I'm not trying to get you drunk, you can have whatever you want" I let out a relieved sigh and relaxed into the stool, making a brave move and turning my palm upwards to meet his. He looked slightly startled at first but gently turned his fingers down to link in between mine.
We blushed at each other and Ieant a little closer as I reluctantly returned my sight to the menu. "I'll just have a coke please" I pushed the menu back to the bar man's side, as Blaine nodded and turned towards him.
"Coke and a beer please" the bar man didn't ask any questions and nodded, going straight to the fridge. Blaine turned to me with an expression of ease painted on his face. Did Blaine pass for 18? How could he even get served? I looked him over again, lingering on the taut muscles on his forearms and wondering what could be under the rolled up sleeves of his jacket, covering his biceps. I dragged my sight up to his revealed chest, spatters of hair resting there and moving as he breathed; leading up to his strong neck, his defined jaw line and the soft plumpness of his lips. The bridge of his nose flicked out and fell down into a button shape, his long eyelashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly and his honey eyes burning into the wall that was decorated with various frames filled with old newspaper headlines and neon signs.
I watched the reflection of the lights flicker in his eyes before trailing up towards his luscious soft black curls, they always looked so dark brown at school, maybe it was just the light but they looked the colour of chocolate. Now though, in this darkly lighted area of the club, his jet black leather jacket contrasted perfectly with his barely styled hair, that fell slightly on to his face. There was no other word to describe Blaine Anderson, other than hot.
"You checking me out Hummel?" I didn't even notice he was watching me, and I must have resembled a deer in headlights as I ducked my head and blushed ferociously. He merely laughed and winked, pulling my chin up with his other hand that wasn't linked with mine. I met his honey eyes, they were dark, his pupils dilated, yet he had never looked so...caring. "You look pretty when you blush" he whispered softly, and leaned in to brush his lips against my jaw line; I guessed he was aiming for my cheek but had obviously missed; the bartender slid our drinks across the bar and stood watching us, Blaine's face lingering near mine. We parted immediately when we heard the bar man clear his throat, both blushing wildly as Blaine pushed the money towards him. He grinned in return and slid the money into his palm, before looking between us with a smirk. "Have a good night boys"
Blaine pulled my hand from the bar and led me back to the crowd, drink in hand while I sipped from mine. The next band was introducing themselves as 'FTY', I had no idea what that stood for but Blaine was narrowing his eyes at the lead singer and his grip on my hand tightened. I looked around to see the Sean and Ricky also shooting them glares; I searched for miko and found him making out with his girlfriend, too busy to care.
"Blaine? What's wrong?" Blaine's eyes were darting around to his band members', as they met, they all nodded heads in agreement to something and then turned back to their girlfriends, Blaine turning back to me.
"That band up there" he said through clenched teeth. "They're basically like our enemy...like an enemy band-we just, we can't stand each other."
He was stepping closer to me now, wearing the same protective look he had when Karofsky was giving me grief in class, or when he shoved me into a locker the first time I even saw Blaine. "Oh, how come? Are you guys competition or something?"
Blaine sighed. "They just, they aren't...they're horrible people Kurt, they- they don't deserve to live" His eyes darkened slightly in the flashing spotlights but something way past hatred was filling his features. I shivered involuntarily and he snapped his head back around to me, reaching out and stroking his rough palms up and down my bare arms that were covered in goosebumps.
"Are you cold?" His skin felt so amazing against mine, that burning sensation was back, and I just pretended that was the reason I shivered so he wouldn't pull his hands away.
"Uhm, yeah" he just hummed and moved a little closer, his firm strokes soon became softer and were merely a brush of fingertips against my biceps as we stared into each other's eyes with curiosity.
He hummed deep in his throat again and his eyebrows knitted together and he stepped forwards cautiously, I watched the contemplation on his face before he brought an arm up to wrap around my shoulders, his other reaching down underneath my arm and wrapping itself round my waist. I felt tension in his body for a minute but it soon disappeared with a sigh when I brought my arms around behind his back in return. He sort of wilted into me and I could feel his breath on my neck, it was calming in a way, and I could still feel his fingertips brushing my arm, his chest moving against mine as we breathed heavily. I flexed my fingers slightly and smoothed my palms across the small of Blaine's back, I could feel all the small little muscles contracting there whenever he breathed, all the dips and bumps and scars through his thin shirt where his leather jacket had ridden up.
I don't even know how long we stayed like that, sort of hugging and swaying near our own little corner of the club, but it felt like a lifetime until Blaine made some sort of reluctant grunt and pulled away, his arms still half extended as he brought them to wrap around my waist. We stood in each other's arms with our heads cocked to the side, staring at each other as if we were in a new light, something had clicked in our heads and all of a sudden things were so much different, yet I had no clue what had happened or why.
Soon, a small gracious smile crept on to Blaine's face and I found myself smiling back at him, soon we were in fits of giggles exactly like we were earlier, again, having no clue why.
"Sorry to interrupt boys," a deep voice came into ear-shot and we both turned to see Ricky stood there with a blonde girl on his arm, both smiling widely at us. "But I do believe Blaine was talking about a...'Kurt' quite a lot earlier, and how I simply 'must meet him'" he mocked and Blaine blushed slightly, turning to face him but keeping an arm wrapped around my waist behind our bodies.
"Uh, yeah! Hey Rik!"
The singer just smiled and then raised an eyebrow in an impatient manner. "Aren't you going to introduce me then B?" I wondered absent-mindedly at the nickname before printing a kind smile on my face and leaning nervously into Blaine's half-embrace.
"Oh yeah shit, sorry" Blaine fumbled and gestured to the blonde haired boy. "Kurt, this is Ricky, my annoying pain in the ass brother" Brother? I raised an eyebrow, I didn't even know Blaine had a brother, besides, they didn't look anything alike...Ricky was no way near as hot as Blaine. "Rik, this is Kurt" he introduced me with an almost proud smile and Ricky reached out to shake my hand.
I returned the hand shake and looked him over; he seemed a nice enough kid. "Pleasure to meet you"
"Pleasure's mine, seriously, I've heard so much about you, in fact Blaine doesn't shut up. It's nice to finally put a face to the name" he smiled and swayed his and his girlfriends' linked hands between them and then bringing them up to gesture towards her. "This is Melissa, my girlfriend" he smiled lovingly at her, and I felt a pang of jealousy at the cute couple. Blaine was blushing at what Ricky had said but looked over at me innocently.
"Lovely to meet you" she smiled and raised a hand for me to shake, she seemed nice, and judging from what she was wearing, she had good fashion sense...we were definitely going to get along.
"I love your top" I offered and her face lit up with a smile.
"You like it? I just got it today! I couldn't resist buying it as soon as I saw it" she bounced slightly, and I laughed along with her, we diverged in conversation about various different topics whilst Blaine and Ricky chatted absently next to us. I found out by the end of our conversation that Alexander McQueen was her idol, she owned 42 pairs of shoes and she hated ripped or tatty clothes. For the last part she looked disapprovingly over at the two boys in ripped shirts and vests beside us who paused their conversation and stared back with raised eyebrows and incredulous expressions.
We laughed and chatted for a few more minutes until Miko came over with his girlfriend Louise, a dainty thin girl with long brown hair and huge brown eyes. I learnt quickly that she was a much different contrast of character to Melissa; Louise was quiet, contained and collected. She smiled at me timidly and offered a 'hello' but apart from that, kept herself snuggled into the tall boy's side. Miko himself was a chatterbox, in fact he never seemed to shut up, I found it quite funny as I laughed along with his jokes and Blaine rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around my waist again and leaned slightly into my side.
"Yeah yeah Miko, we've heard that joke about 50 times" Blaine rolled his eyes again and Ricky laughed in agreement, punching Miko lightly in the arm which just caused him to duck his head, burying his face into Louise's hair who was giggling at him and whispering quiet reassuring words to him. They had a curious relationship; they seemed the type that kept themselves to themselves, they seemed the type that believed a relationship should be between two people, not the whole world. I admired them, although I didn't even know them yet, they were almost as cute as Ricky and Melissa.
Finally, Sean stumbled over; he looked a little tipsy and was laughing loudly with a red headed girl about half his size. It made me laugh that although all of the boys were strongly built and muscular, Blaine still seemed to be the shortest in comparison. I looked over in admiration at him and thanked whoever was up there that I had this chance to be close to him, the night was going perfectly.
"Hey! You're Kurt right?" the drummer was smiling widely at me and breaking through the two other couples with the red-headed girl on tow to throw an arm around my shoulder. They were both laughing uncontrollably and Blaine rolled his eyes, shoving Sean away from drooling on my shoulder.
"Hey no, Blaine, bro, it's cool" Sean insisted after Blaine shoved him away from me. "Me and Kurt are gunna be good friends! I can tell! He seems like a cool dude!"
"Uh...thanks?" I offered before glancing around the circle at the couples and Blaine who wore smirks on their faces.
"Don't worry Kurt, he's always like that" Ricky laughed.
"In other words he's a lightweight and gets drunk after two beers" Miko finished and rolled his eyes but Sean just ignored him, nuzzling his nose with his girlfriends'. Was Blaine the only single one in the band? I just realised, as we stood in a sort of cross shape, all couples nuzzled close to each other, and Blaine's arm around my waist in a friendly manner. I looked over at him grinning and couldn't help wonder if he ever felt lonely without a boyfriend in his content little group.
"N-no! Srsly Kurt," Sean's blubbering interrupted my thoughts and I raised an eyebrow at him as he gesticulated wildly and tried to make some sort of sense of the words he was quite obviously trying to get out of his un-cooperative mouth. "B never shuts up about you! Like srsly, the stuff he says, he s-says you're b-eaut-iful and you have p-perfect blue eyes like the colour of the ocean! Kurt! Do you hear me? I be-lieve him! your eyes are toooo-tally blue! Kurt? And ooooh did I tell you abou-"
I didn't get to hear anymore because Blaine had retracted his arm from my waist and had launched himself at Sean, slapping his hand over his blubbering mouth, they fell backwards with the force, Blaine landing straddling Sean with both hands pressed over his mouth and breathing heavily; a completely and utterly shocked expression on his face. The whole group had doubled over in laughter and Blaine's cheeks were bright red, his neck and chest also flushed and contrasting with the blue stripes of the tie around his neck. I couldn't help but laugh too when I saw Blaine scramble to his feet, and Sean's completely clueless expression.
Blaine didn't make eye contact with me for at least another 2 minutes, he was so embarrassed and I was slightly shocked myself, Blaine had said that about me? If the answer to that wasn't obvious then the way Blaine was ducking his head with his hands shoved in his pockets and avoiding my gaze. Sean had already stumbled off and was making out with his girlfriend in the corner of the club somewhere.
"Aww come on B! Get your head out your ass" Ricky nudged him as Melissa did a sympathetic pout and patted his curls.
"Cheer up B" she lifted his chin and smiled at him before Ricky fisted a handful of Miko's t-shirt who was too busy staring at Louise, "Come on Mike let's dance" he laughed and dragged them away from us, Melissa giving us a quick wiggle of her fingers as a wave of goodbye. "See you Kurt! It was nice meeting you!"
"You too!" I called back and watched Ricky turn back to wave and shout "I'm sure we'll be meeting each other again soon anyway, see you then!" he smiled and I awkwardly looked towards the curly haired boy who was shifting side to side on his feet and looking at the floor.
I sighed and used my inner confidence that had randomly sprung from nowhere tonight, and stepped towards him, ready to crack a joke so this beautiful boy couldn't keep that beautiful smile of his face for any longer. "So..." he looked up at me, his cheeks still pink. "My eyes are the colour of the ocean, huh?" I smirked and watched as he burst out laughing, shaking his head at himself and then hanging it low, a silly embarrassed smile on his face.
"Ugh, I'm sorry, about Sean...and everything" I expected him to hang his head again but he was laughing, I'd done that, I'd made him smile. "He blurts things out that he shouldn't when he's drunk" he rolled his eyes and stepped forward. Before we could get any closer I heard Puck shout out to me above the music.
"Hey Hummel! You said you'd save me a dance! This is my jam, man! Get your ass over here now!"
I sighed and nodded, almost not wanting to leave Blaine, but I looked back at him, and shot him an apologetic look which he just nodded in understanding before weaving through the crowd to his band mates who were already dancing.
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"Hey Hummel!" Santana was calling me over from where Puck was grinding into me from behind on the dance floor; I was used to Noah's strange friendship towards me, despite our dispute when we first met, I saw him as some sort of a brother; he treated me exactly like Finn did, as if I was part of the family. "How come only Puckerman gets some bump n' grind!"
Santana moved in front of me and I grabbed her hips on instinct, pulling her back onto me felt like the normal thing to do, as she grinded back onto me, I was in a sandwich of Santana and Puck.
"You were right about Anderson!" Puck shouted over our heads and over the thump of music, still grinding forward into us.
"What do you mean?" I shouted back, searching for those hazel eyes in the crowd of jumping and grinding bodies.
"I agree with Puckerman, he obviously wants to tap that" Santana answered, grinding her ass back onto me for emphasis.
I blocked out the rest of their comments and continued scanning the people for the one curly haired boy I wanted to see the most. That's when I saw him.
He was pressed with his back against the wall, gazing at me with heavy eyes, his pupils were barely visible, I only saw dilated dark pupils. I lifted a hand tentatively and waved in his direction, but he seemed to look right through me, as if he was concentrating so hard on me; that his eyes bore straight through me. I furrowed an eyebrow and looked back at Puck to see whether he saw Blaine too, but he had his eyes squeezed shut, mouthing the lyrics to 'Rude Boy' by Rihanna.
I looked back to Blaine, but he was gone, as was Miko, Ricky and Sean who I'd seen dancing near him out of the corner of my eye earlier. Where the hell were they? They couldn't have just vanished...
I excused myself from the dance floor and left Puck and Santana to shuffle closer and grind with each other. I did a few double takes and wondered where the hell I was supposed to look first. I walked over to the bar, collapsing on a stool and trying to sit higher to see above the mass of heads in search for anyone of Blaine or his friends.
I only managed to see Mercedes dancing with some random guy that I'd never seen in my life, and Tina had draped herself over Mike, they were laughing and falling/dancing all over the place. I went out the back of the club, where a few cheerleaders were smoking or drinking with Jocks, but I went un-noticed when I ducked my head and shoved my hands in my pockets, walking around the corner.
There were drops and smudges of a red liquid the colour of blood painted along the bottom of the brick wall, smudged and matted into the concrete. I just shrugged to myself and turned on my heels, I began to walk away when I heard a high pitched shout.
"Get the fuck off me!"
"Seriously? Do you think we're letting that happen again after last time?" the second voice I heard sounded familiar, a little like Ricky's; though I didn't know the voice well enough to be certain.
"Uugh, can we not do this another time? My girlfriend is waiting for me."
"You told her you were with us?" the same voice questioned again, angrily now, and a faint sound of shuffling of feet against gravel faded in.
"No! Obviously not! Are you freaking stupid?" this sentence was followed by a wail as I heard shuffling, a kicking sound, and an 'oomph' "Alright! Alright!"
"Well chief, what do you think? Should we wait a little longer? Or just finish this bastard off now?" a different voice asked, also familiar sounding, though I couldn't put my finger on who it belonged to.
A deep throated "hmmm" echoed off of the walls.
"Finish me off? Ha! You just wait Greener, you'll be sleeping with one eye open tonight if you so dare as touch me. My boys will be here soon!" the annoying high pitch voice answered. Greener? Was that a surname? I scanned through the list of people I knew that went to McKinley to see if anyone had the surname greener, but nothing rang a bell.
A sharp smack echoed and more shuffling sounds in the gravel before the high pitched boy let out a wail of pain. I could have easily poked my head around the corner, but I was way too scared, who the hell were these people? And why did their voices sound so familiar?
"Get the fuck off me you fag!" the high pitch boy screeched, and I heard the gravel scraping in protest and quickly moving trudges and footsteps before an even louder and more painful sounding wail broke out and a smacking sound against the brick wall echoed out again; before a deep throaty growl sounded and another smack against concrete, and a new voice came into the conversation, a low deep menacing one, hoarse, scratchy and rough, and dripping with hatred.
"What the fuck did you just call me?"
Holy shit, I knew that voice. I could notice it from a mile away. It was Blaine.
Dun dun dunnnn! Haha, hope you liked the chapter guys! I was wondering where to take the ending, and it really was a last minute idea so let me know whether you liked it or not, and whether it was a good (or bad) choice to make..?
Song that Blaine sang: Dirty little secret-All American Rejects
Song that Ricky sang: Teenage Dirtbag-Wheatus
Thanks for reading!