Ultraviolet-Chapter 6
Blaine was late. In fact, he's always late. But today? He was making it a world record. Art was never my favourite subject, but now that Blaine had been moved into my class in result of being kicked out of his other one for starting a fight with Azimo, it was rapidly becoming one of the best yet. I actually listened to the teacher for once, letting Miss Ashley's voice fill my ears, talking in such depths about shading and brush strokes.
I eyed Blaine's seat from across the classroom, the empty space was almost mocking me. He hadn't even said goodbye to me last Friday. To say the truth, I was pissed off. He just ran and then I found him myself, well...heard him myself, anyway, beating the crap out of some guy around the corner of the club? Classy Blaine, classy.
20 minutes into the lesson, the heavy door swung open and crashed against the wall, the hinges groaning in protest. A dishevelled Blaine appeared in the entrance, tossing a piece of paper onto Miss Ashley's desk who simply nodded at him whilst he yawned and trawled over to his seat, Blaine had some sort of mutual understanding with this teacher, I didn't know why, but she always seemed to let him off for everything. He ripped the wire from his screaming headphones out and shoved them into a compartment in his ruined backpack; retrieving his battered black notebook from his bag and tossing it onto the table.
No one sat near him, he sat on a table pretty much on his own other than two other art geeks; Crystal and Derek who blocked everyone else out and were always completely focused on their art work, Blaine seemed to have some sort of mutual understanding with them though, as they all nodded to each other when he slumped down in the seat.
He seemed to go straight to work, and I look back to my own blank canvas. I'd hoped that he'd of at least acknowledged me, but it seems like he forgot I was even here. I hid half of my face behind the canvas and dabbed my brush in the random mix of colours I had chosen, making quick sharp strokes with the brush, not even looking at my canvas. My eyes were fixed on Blaine yet again. Blaine and all his beauty.
It was so hard to be mad at him when he came in looking so goddamn perfect all the time. A frown was fixed on his face at that moment, flicking through his battered black book and finally finding a folded corner, which caused the lines on his forehead to smooth out and an adoring smile spread across his face. The smile never left his face as he lifted his head and looked straight to me.
His face fell slightly as he realised I was watching him too, and I just ducked my head with embarrassment, moving my focus back to my canvas that now looked like someone had thrown up on it. The classroom was silent, then again-that's how Miss Ashley always demanded it be. She said that good artwork needed time, technique and concentration, and it would have been impossible to concentrate with a class full of rowdy teenagers if she hadn't set these rules.
I looked up again to see Blaine staring at me, waiting for me to look before he frantically waved his hands, holding his palm up, and instructing me to wait before I turned away again. He held up one finger still, as he flipped frantically to the back of his book, tearing out a page and scribbling hastily on it. After a few seconds he held it up to me, I squinted to see the one word that was printed in his elegant script. 'Sorry'.
I furrowed my eyebrows and decided to play dumb; besides, I couldn't stay mad at Blaine for longer than 10 seconds anyway. I cocked my head to the side and mouthed 'for what?'
He groaned and let his head fall into his hands, causing a few people to look at him for disturbing the silence.
The heads turned back as he looked up, and eyed Miss Ashley's desk until she faced him. When she lifted her head he shot her a pleading look which she immediately nodded to. Blaine rose from his seat, looking around with narrow eyes before snatching up his black notebook protectively and tucking it under his arm, carrying it with him. He made his way over to my table and looped his hand around my wrist, gently tugging me to the door until I followed. I looked over to miss Ashley, expecting her to be kicking up a fuss, but she had no problems, she just smiled at us and then returned to the paperwork on her desk.
I closed the door after us and the first thing I heard was a chorus of apologies.
"Oh my god, Kurt, I am so so so so so sooooooo sorry about Friday night" He shook his head. "I mean, I didn't even get the chance to say goodbye a-and, you- by the time I actually got back to the club you had vanished, and so had the whole glee club."
He looked almost heartbroken, if not, definitely more than upset. "I'm just so sorry Kurt" His lips downturned. "I understand if you're mad at me or if you never want to talk to me again" He lowered his head and clutched his notebook to his chest for comfort.
"Blaine!" I finally interrupted. "Shut up will you! Stop being so depressed; I'm not mad at you. Well I was a little when you left without saying goodbye but I'm pretty much over it now you've apologised." I shrugged, and his eyes lit up with hope.
"You mean that? You don't hate me?"
"Yeah...?" I squinted, confused as to why Blaine though I would hate him over something so small.
Blaine rushed forward, throwing his arms around my neck and crushing me into a forceful hug, bouncing and pulling back with a huge smile on his face. "Thank god! Because I, I couldn't stop worrying. All weekend I just-yeah." He hung his head again, and was that... was Blaine blushing?
"Anyway, now that we've cleared up that I'm a prick-"
"You aren't a prick Blaine. Shut up."
He just grinned and continued. "Now that we've cleared that up, is there any way that I could make it up to you?" he stepped closer and I felt his breath hitting the skin of my neck, tickling my chest from the v-neck shaped shirt I was wearing. I shuddered.
"Uh-uh yeah! Yeah sure"
I tried to smile innocently but it probably came out looking like I had gas pains or something. Nevertheless, Blaine simply smiled wider and bounced on his toes.
"Great! How about...tonight after school, my place? I know you have glee club but I could pick you up?"
Oh god that sounded perfect. "Sounds great," I smiled "Wait, how did you know that I had glee club?"
"Because I'm a stalker" he winked before turning sideways and gesturing towards the classroom door. "We better go back inside, me and Ms Ashley are pretty cool with each other but I don't want to take advantage of her kindness towards me." he scratched the back of his neck before holding the door open for me to waltz in front of him.
We returned to our respectable sides of the classroom in silence, smiling shyly at each other. It really was quite handy that he was practically opposite me with hardly anyone in the way, just so I could stare at his beautiful face. He smiled at me one more time before falling into pattern with his work. He stood from his desk, going straight to the draws underneath the sink and fetching a watercolour palette and sticking a paintbrush in his mouth whilst he tried (and failed) to balance everything on his two hands. He rushed back to his seat just before the palette was about to fall and sighed with relief when he didn't spill any of the water in the container in his other hand.
I laughed fondly at him under my breath and he heard it in the silence, looking up at me and scowling like a child before sitting down in his seat with a pout on his face. He kept glancing up at me whilst he was painting, the pout still on his face, I realised he was probably trying to make me feel bad for laughing at him. I just laughed more.
Eventually he turned on his stool and snatched a piece of blank paper, clicking his pen on his teeth and scribbling quickly across the page. Eventually, he held it up to me. 'You're so mean' it said, with an arrow pointing to his face which still held a cute protesting pout. My heart banged unashamedly in my chest, increasing embarrassingly similar to the speed of the butterflies swarming inside my stomach. After a while he smiled and lowered the paper, setting back to work with a look of such concentration.
I ripped half a page from one of my random school books in my bag, writing the response 'I'm sorry' with a sad face and crumpling it into a ball, launching it across the classroom where it landed on Blaine's nose. He looked up, startled, with wide eyes. I just slapped a hand across my mouth to stop the giggled escaping as he blushed slightly and tried to pout even harder. I watched him unfold the paper and pretend to contemplate his decision for a minute, until he turned back to me and dramatically stuck his nose in the air, mouthing 'fine' and turning back to his canvas, dabbing and slashing his paintbrush in wild movements across the screen.
This was when I realised I'd actually done no work and the lesson was over in 15 minutes. But I don't want it to end My inner voice protested, wearing a pout similar to Blaine's earlier one. He must have noticed my expression because a crumpled piece of paper landed on the table in front of me.
'What's wrong? '
I smiled sadly when I saw his concerned face studying me from across the classroom. I tossed it back to him.
'I don't want this lesson to end'
I watched as a slow sad smile formed on his face, as our eyes locked from across the classroom. It landed in front of me again.
'Neither do I'
A/N: I apologise for the short chapter but I have already started the next one, and I have a whole week off from school to get shit done. I hope you liked it regardless of the length, I know I haven't covered much but it will all be in the next chapter anyways.
P.s. I'm just wondering how many of you are actually reading this because it seems I'm not getting much of a reply on either of my fics and I'm contemplating whether to stop writing if no one is particularly interested in reading them? Let me know guys. Thanks for reading!
Love Ell X