Ultraviolet-C7
I've realised that staring at the minutes on the clock tick by just makes time go slower. And no matter how much I tap my pen against the side of my chair, or tap my foot, nothing decreased my impatience. I suffered through Glee Club waiting for the time to come that I could run to the art classrooms where Blaine had told me to meet him. On top of all that I really badly needed to pee and there is only so much of Mr. Schue's constant nonsense and whining I could take. I was the first to leave when the club was dismissed, jumping to my feet and running for the exit, coming to a complete halt when I reached the art corridor, my shoes squeaking against the floor. I scanned the classrooms until I found Blaine, and then I saw him. And my god was he beautiful.
He had his back to me, but he wasn't wearing his leather jacket as usual, instead, it was draped across a nearby chair. I couldn't help but let my gaze wander to the tight fabric of Blaine's grey shirt that was stretched across his obviously muscled back; in fact it was clinging to the taut muscles of his pronounced shoulder blades, his biceps bursting out from his rolled up sleeves that rested at his elbows. His jeans hugged his ass in all the right places; I felt the heat creeping up my neck just from looking at them, the muscles in his thighs thick and pronounced yet taut and skinny, leading up to his ass from heaven and his narrow yet strong looking hips.
He was painting on a regular sized canvas, though I couldn't see what it was, he held the palette in one hand, the paintbrush in his mouth whilst he ran a hand through his tousled hair before reaching for the paintbrush and dabbing into three different colours, then mixing them onto his skin until he found the perfect combination and added it to his portrait. I tried to not look at the way the veins in his arms stuck out underneath the dabs and circles of both drying and wet paint too much in fear of collapsing on the floor and dying all together. But instead, I wiped the drool from my chin, took three deep breaths and mainly just tried to compose myself in some way before striding in with fake confidence when my legs felt like jelly.
He sensed my presence immediately, his head snapping up oddly as if he had supersonic hearing of some sort. A soft smile lit his features and I felt the dizziness take over me again, how was this boy so god damn perfect? I sighed dreamily.
"Hey" he said in his husky voice that I almost physically swooned at, he grinned toothily and wiped his forehead with his arm, balancing his palette on the other. This was when I noticed a few splodges of dried paint on his face and let out a giggle at his clumsiness.
"Hi" I replied with concealed laughter, and he looked back to me with an eyebrow raised, and then looked back to his canvas where he painted in quick strokes, flicking the end of the paintbrush out in various directions.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing" I bit my lip, stifling another giggle, but he just narrowed his eyes, placing his paintbrush down next to his palette on the table and turning to me with a hand on his hip.
"Oh really?" he smirked knowingly.
"Oh, just—here" I laughed, licking my thumb and reaching forward to rub at the blue paint on his forehead before my brain caught up with my actions.
We found ourselves staring at each other, as everything slowed down, and Blaine stepped a little closer, his eyes flicking up to mine and then down to my lips repeatedly. That was until Miss Ashley walked in. I jumped away from him in lightening speed but he just stood in the same place, a small smile gracing his face until he laughed, grinning at the teacher who simply grinned back, like they had some sort of knowing secret bond.
"Come on then, I said I would make Saturday night up to you didn't I?" he winked and pulled his canvas from the easel, making sure I didn't see it before stuffing it into one of the teachers cupboards and locking it, tossing the keys onto miss' desk. He washed off the palette and brush, unrolling his sleeves, I was sad to see the disappearance of his beautiful tanned skin but followed accordingly when he slung his bag over his shoulder and gestured for me to follow with a cute smile.
"Thanks miss" he said before leaving,
"It's cool" she replied, sticking her thumb up before waving us both off.
The walk down the corridor was silent and awkward, yet both of us were stealing shy glances at each other and smirking to ourselves when we caught each other looking, and then keeping our eyes trained on anywhere that wasn't each other until we chanced a look again.
He lead us out to the parking lot and that's when it hit me that I was actually going somewhere with this beautiful boy. And not only somewhere, I was going to his house, HIS HOUSE!
After we'd walked a bit, with the continuous silence, we reached a vehicle, Blaine moving to straddle the bike befo- Wait, what? BIKE?
I had been daydreaming for way too long to notice that Blaine was now jumping aboard a rather sexy looking cherry red motorbike and pulling a black helmet on, and where the hell did that come from? He pulled out another red helmet from seemingly nowhere and tossed it to me, a toothy grin flashed from inside his helmet.
"I hope you're not scared of motorbikes" he grinned when I hesitated on the spot, what was I supposed to do? Put the helmet on, or? Or should I get on the bike? Where should I sit? just climb on behind Blaine? What if I fall off! I'll be on the back! Oh my god, I'm gonna die! Ooookay, deep breaths, deep breaths Kurt...
"Not at all" I lied in a squeaky voice. His smile softened and he pulled his helmet off, swung his leg around so he was sat sideways on the bike facing me, tugging me closer by my hands, threading his fingers through mine. I tried not to squeal like a little girl after noticing some of the new directions watching us from the corner of my eye.
"I'll look after you, I take it you've never been on a motorcycle before?" he smiled lop-sidedly and I shook my head. "You won't fall, I promise. I won't let you fall" he said solemnly and pulled his helmet over his head once more, swinging his leg back over and straddling the bike. "Come on, jump on behind me and wrap your arms around my waist." He said casually, but all I could think of was finally being able to actually touch this perfect guy.
I followed his orders and clung to him for dear life, which he laughed at, "Ku-Kurt, I-I do need to b-breathe as well, y-you know!" he spluttered and I loosened my grip immediately, feeling a little embarrassed, but he only laughed and settled back into me, laying a hand atop of mine which rested on his hard toned abs. I was fully aware of the eyes that were watching us as I glanced over to Puck, Santana, Mercedes, Rachel, Quinn, Mike, Artie and Tina whose jaws were on the floor.
"Right, so, just try and keep as centered as possible okay? Don't move too much, just press into me and-" I heard nothing else of his instructions after that one sentence. Press into me. I shuddered involuntarily and heard his voice drift back in to my haze again. "Kurt? You got that?" I nodded clumsily, and he turned to look into my eyes, "You don't have to do this you know, we could take your car and I'll come back for my bike tomorrow or something?" he suggested, but there was no freaking way that I was turning down an opportunity to hold on to this beautiful boy.
He kept his eyes fixed on mine as he prised one of my hands from his stomach to press a gentle kiss to it and then pressed it back to its original place, I was sure I heard a squeal, I realised it was either from inside of my mind, or from Mercedes watching across the lot. Probably both. He grinned as I pulled the helmet on, snapping the window shut and pressing into him more. "Let's do this" I said, anticipation thrumming through me.
I felt his shoulders flex against my chest as he revved the engine and mentally swooned again. He laughed at nothing, then made growling noises like some sort of animal along with the sounds his sexy machine of a bike was making, it sounded like a panther growling, ready to pounce. And suddenly, Blaine was kicking the stand and revving harder, picking up speed and steering in and around the very few cars that were left in the car park after school hours. I laughed loudly and tightened my arms around him; I could hear him laughing too, even though neither of us knew what we were actually laughing at.
I caught the shocked faces of my friends as we sped off to the exit, not missing Finn's complete and utterly shocked expression with a little anger and disappointment, but at the time I really couldn't care less. We shouted things over the loud engine to each other on the ride to his house. Laughing and smiling at the experience and the feeling of adrenaline that pulsed through me every time Blaine sped faster.
I rested my cheek against his back as we drove out of the school, trying to ignore the way his muscles flexed against my chest every time he moved, the leather pulling against my thin shirt. I closed my eyes, content with just being close to Blaine, revelling in his distinctive scent I could smell very strongly wafting off of him. Although I was content with holding onto Blaine, and I knew that he wouldn't let me fall, a part of me still felt in danger, whether it was because we were hurtling through the sharp wind at what felt like 100 miles an hour on a death machine or whether it was the memory of that night at the club, hearing Blaine's voice dripping with venom, the cries of pain and harsh kicking sounds against gravel. Maybe there was more to Blaine than what meets the eye.
We began to slow when we approached a large house, gliding along the tough gravel on the driveway where I saw two impressive looking sports cars sitting next to each other, one red and one blue. We came to a stop and Blaine kicked the stand, pulling his helmet off and looking back to me with a grinning face before swinging his legs around and jumping off, I pulled my helmet off and swung my legs around to face him too. "Exhilarating isn't it?" he laughed and held out two hands to help me off the bike. I jumped into his arms and he gripped my waist, I landed right in front of him, our noses almost touching, his hands still hadn't left my waist.
He stepped closer, pressing me back against the bike, every part of our bodies touching as his hot breath washed over my lips, his eyes darkening, pupils stretching so big they almost took over the amount of hazel there was in his eyes before. A part of me was screaming at me to run, telling me I was in danger, but the other just wanted me to dive forward and kiss him. Before I had a chance to do either of those, Blaine tilted his head to the side, leaning down to press a kiss just below my jaw, and then trailing them towards my pulse point and humming against it, whispering in a deep hypnotising husky voice. "We've been here before, haven't we?" he hummed deep in his throat, the next sound sounded like some sort of animalistic growl.
I laughed nervously and agreed with a nod of my head, thinking back to the similar position we were in before in the art room until we got interrupted, although he was never like this before. He growled again, and I felt the terror setting in, his voice was dripping with venom exactly like it had been that night of the club, around the corner of the brick wall before the pleading and yelps of pain. Our eyes locked again, and I was freakishly scared by what I saw, his pupils were almost stretched out to saucepans, only a thin line of hazel colour left and then a few lines of white. I was absolutely petrified, so scared that I couldn't move an inch, I just stared at him, until his pupils shrunk back to around normal size, and the colour reappeared, his eyes looking how they should look.
I dwelled on the sound of his voice, how it was Blaine's voice but, wasn't Blaine's voice, it was a cruel hypnotising version of it, something that didn't sound like him at all. Try as I might, I couldn't get the image of Blaine's kind hazel eyes turning into something that look so dead; it was like his pupils had dilated to the point where they had swallowed up his entire eyeballs.
He drifted back to normalcy and suddenly became aware of his actions, stepping back three huge steps and falling back against a thick tree trunk that despite being so sturdy, creaked with protest when Blaine's weight fell against it, his nails digging into the bark. He was muttering under his breath, "Shit, shit, shit" as he slammed his fist against the wood, and then stepped forward out of the shadows of the canopy of leaves, with apologetic eyes to where I was still stuck frozen to the side of his bike.
"Fuck, I am so, so, so sorry Kurt" He said desperately, he looked so weak now that I felt like he might fall to his knees with the little amount of strength he had. It was such a contrast to the strength he had before, when he wasn't Blaine, when he became some sort of creature. "Please, please don't- I don't know what came over me, Just...Fuck"
"It's fine" I squeaked, not wanting to show him that I was completely terrified of him. I realised there definitely was more than one side to Blaine Anderson, like I had suspected. But now it was just Blaine. The same Blaine as before, not positively evil, just kind and caring and adorable, beautiful, protective and wary.
"D-do you want to come inside?" He distanced himself at least two metres away from me but gestured for me to follow questioningly. I answered his question mentally, no, I really didn't want to go inside with him, not when I was alone, but I badly wanted to follow him, now knowing that he had returned to the same Blaine that I knew before, I felt just a tiny bit safer.
We walked together, yet two metres apart, until we trudged past the two gorgeous obviously expensive cars, they were so gorgeous I could hardly pick my jaw up from the floor from looking at them, whereas Blaine just strolled past them normally as if they were completely normal, his expression emotionless.
We reached the door and I followed him inside, looking around curiously, the house seemed to be bigger from the outside, it looked like a mansion; with its spiral staircase, huge tall cream painted walls with shelves, ornaments and pictures, portraits of historical figures hanging on the wall, although I didn't recognise their faces, and I was too far away to read the name plaque underneath them. I was quiet for a long time, gazing around in awe, I blushed when I eventually looked back to a smirking Blaine who was leaning against a door frame, looking sexy as ever.
"So, uh, this is my house" he laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck and then straightening up, reaching behind him for the door handle and falling in to the kitchen backwards, holding the door open for me and winking, gesturing for me to enter. Carole would have died for this kitchen; she would have sold her soul right there and then just to have it. Despite the ancient feel of the hallway, the kitchen was modern and clean, it looked like it hadn't been used and was brand new, I found It hard to believe that two teenage boys lived in this house, knowing how much of a mess Finn made at home in our kitchen.
Sure enough, by the time my eyes settled on Blaine again, he had his back to me and was rifling through the fridge, he turned, sensing my gaze on him. "Do you want anything to eat, or drink? Orr...?" he asked dumbly. I laughed and shook my head. "Sorry, I'm not a very good host"
"It's fine" I smiled, and almost let myself forget what had happened only just five minutes ago.
"So..." Blaine had turned now, hauled himself up onto the countertop with his strong arms, dangling his feet and kicking his heels softly against the wooden cupboards behind him as he rested his head against the other row of cupboards higher up behind him. "Do you wanna...go up to my room, or...?"
Fuck. My heart soared at his question. Fuck, fuck, fuck, an irresistible amazingly hot guy has just asked me into his room and AAAAAH. What is that supposed to mean? What will we be doing up there anyway? I mean, I'm curious, and of course I want to freaking go up to his room but what if he...tries something? Or- what if his eyes go all funny again and his voice deepens and I get that feeling of fear deep in the pit of my stomach?
He realised something after I'd taken a long time to answer. "Oh god, no- fuck, I didn't mean- Shit, I don't mean that we have to like, you know, do anything, I was just insinuating- I was just wondering whether you wanted to stay down here or-"
"Blaine, Shh!" I snapped. "It's fine you dumbass, yeah lets go to your room" I didn't have a clue where this hidden confidence was coming from but I smiled wolfishly at him and his eyebrows raised, dropping back down and a smirk replacing it on his face until he led the way out of the same door we had come in, and up the spiralled stairs, up to his room.
The house really did look bigger from the inside, although the thing was it looked huge from the outside too. There was at least 6 doors on one wing of the house; we'd turned left when we'd reached the last step. The landing was surprisingly clean as well, it really was a contrast from my house, where Burt and Finn would leave things hanging around everywhere, I'd find Finn's boxers out on the landing and empty plates and glasses left in random places around the house.
I heard a soft yet quite loud buzzing sound coming from behind the first door on the left, a blue and red tie hung on the doorknob, and I heard soft mewls and moans coming from the inside, that was enough to make me realise why the tie was hanging there. Blaine just grinned and directed a thumb towards the door, "Rik's room" he explained.
"Oh, is he..."
"With Melissa? Yeah" he laughed, blushing slightly as the moans grew louder, more obvious, almost reaching the same level of sound as the music. Blaine rushed forward a little and I just bit my lip, stifling the childish giggles and following Blaine as we passed about three doors on both sides. We reached the end of the corridor and Blaine rested his hand on the door handle of the last door in the hall, "this is my room" he smiled lopsidedly before turning the handle and wow.
The room consisted of a huge double bed with an elaborate headboard with twined metal roses wrapping around the posts and trailing down to the feet. It wasn't messy as I yet again thought it would be, considering the amount of scruffy ripped clothes Blaine dragged himself to school in each day. The colours were navy blue, red and black. The entire ceiling was one great glass panel, the clouds overlooking the bed, a few branches swaying overhead from nearby trees. His shelves were scattered with photo frames and small bits and bobs, although I saw no storage, no wardrobes or drawers, just a huge bed, simply decorated shelves and one bedside drawer.
"Wow" I breathed at last, and turned to see him studying me curiously, he snapped out of it when I faced him and a small grin settled on his face.
"Do you like it?" He said hopefully, "I don't usually get many people round here other than my band mates. I stepped forward and ran my hand along the navy silk duvet, tracing my fingers along the detailed swirls ridges and patterns that danced along it in red piping. I stopped when I reached the pillow cases, looking up to the beautiful metallic roses that embedded themselves along the metal bars. I'd never seen a bed like it in my life; in fact, I'd never seen a room like this in my life. I glanced up to the non-existant ceiling and noticed how clear the glass was, absent-mindedly wondering how you would keep a panel that big so clean and what incredible noise it would make if it rained, or how beautiful the night sky would look, hanging over Blaine's head as he tried to get to sleep.
"It's amazing" I answered him finally, and Blaine moved himself from the spot he was glued to, trailing his fingers along the same path mine travelled only moments ago, a confused yet curious emotion on his face, before following my path and standing right next to me, looking at the same things I had looked at until finally staring in the same direction I was, up at the sky. He furrowed his eyebrows after a minute, mumbling something to himself, and then collapsing back on his bed with a confused face.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Huh?" He looked up from his haze, "Oh! Uh- nothing, just...daydreaming, I guess" I nodded and shifted uncomfortably on the spot. "You can sit, you know" he said.
I raised an eyebrow at him when he patted a spot next to him on the bed, a friendly smile replacing his previous bemused expression. I shrugged after a while and fell down next to him on the bed, crossing my legs, still glancing around at the walls.
"You are a very observant person, I have noticed" He said, his voice filled with curiosity once again.
I just blushed for no apparent reason and mumbled. "Yeah, I guess"
"You are very intelligent aren't you?" He asked out of the blue.
"Uh, what?"
His eyebrows furrowed, looking down to his hands that were fiddling with a loose strand of red thread from his duvet, his legs crossed directly opposite me, we were facing each other in the same position. "Nothing, it's just- I don't know, it fascinates me, the human mind" He sighed, and then jolted as if he had said something he shouldn't have, and his eyes went wide with realisation.
"I mean- uh, you know, it's...cool that you're smart" he shrugged.
"Um...thanks?" I tried to break the tension with a joke. "You could be pretty smart too you know if you actually showed up to class once in a while" He looked up at me and I winked, causing him to drop his head again, smiling slightly and...was he blushing?
"I'm not good with punctuality" he shrugged after a while. "I think there are much more important things in life than school," he started, contemplating something in his mind before his face screwed up a little, looking down to his restless hands again.
"Like what? For example?"
He looked surprised that I'd asked him, that I actually cared what he thought, "Like uh," he hesitated but then the next few sentences flew with ease and practise, as if he'd said it so many times before.
"Things that are beautiful; like, people, nature, emotions, love" he emphasized, looking up at me shyly and then looking down again when our eyes met. "I guess intelligence is beautiful too" he smiled at me again, and I blushed, remembering what he had said earlier on. "There are many beautiful people in this world," he continued. "All types of people, well, the ones who aren't monsters" He sighed, running his hands through his hair, tugging slightly and then looking away to the corner of the room.
I couldn't believe how beautiful this boy was. None of the guys I'd liked were ever like this, so mysteriously terrifying yet so secretive it drove me crazy, trying to figure Blaine out, he was like a puzzle. He definitely had more than one side to him, I could see that now. I wanted to punch him but kiss him but hide from him and rip his clothes off all at the same time.
There was definitely something odd about Blaine, I just couldn't put my finger on what it was; the way he carried himself, his poise and his flow of words, although how he sometimes stumbled over his words, the way he watched me sometimes, how he always felt the need to protect me, how whenever Karofsky said or did anything to me, he would quite visibly tense and not move his dark eyes from Dave's face until something struck his thoughts and he shivered disgustedly, forcing his head to look in the other direction.
He was watching me now, staring intently at something, it made me wonder whether I had something on my face. The part of me that was terrified before was becoming less dominant now, in fact, I couldn't even think or focus on anything with my pulse thumping in my ears, blood pulsing faster and faster, I could almost hear my heartbeat and how it was flying under this boy's intense stare. His eyes were hooded, a carefree lazy smile on his face, his head tilted to the side slightly as he sighed.
"You're so damn beautiful" he whispered, reaching a shaky hand to my cheek, brushing his calloused thumb over my burning hot flushed skin, an adoring smile on his lips. Just as quickly as it happened, he was ripping his hand away immediately. He jumped back at least half a metre away, landing on the edge of the bed, almost toppling off backwards before he steadied himself. He had nothing but embarrassment and shock in his eyes, as if he was ashamed of himself, I didn't understand what had startled him so much, admittedly it was slightly weird that he'd said that, but I wasn't about to argue.
I blushed violently and turned away until it subsided slightly, when I looked back, Blaine was breathing heavily, eyes fixed on a random spot on the duvet, before I knew it, apologies came tumbling out of his mouth like a mantra.
"Blaine-I, Bl-Blaine!" I interrupted when he began to ramble nervously. "It's fine, honestly." I smiled what I hoped was a convincing smile and leaned forward on my elbows, that rested on my crossed knees. He looked relieved that I'd forgiven him but then ducked his head shyly, this was nothing like the Blaine I had met in the club, he was so confident and sure, hugging and touching me casually, placing his hand on the small of my back and complimenting me, now it was almost as if he had transformed to a blushing shy schoolboy in a matter of days.
A knock on the door and a few giggles from behind it interrupted the silence before Ricky and Melissa burst through the door, clad in nothing but underwear, Melissa was wearing an extra long top that went past her knees, obviously belonging to Ricky because of the size and the tatty sleeves and neckline, similar to the clothes Blaine wore. Ricky was dressed in nothing but navy blue boxers and walked in as if it was the most natural thing in the world, flopping down on the bed next to Blaine and pulling Melissa onto his lap who was still giggling.
"Hey Kurt! Oh my god, you're here! We haven't spoken since the club, I was wondering when we'd start to see your face around here" Melissa winked and pulled me into a sideward hug. Blaine had only just glanced up and his eyes were soon enough as wide as saucers.
"Rik! Fucking hell! Put some clothes on for fuck sake I've got company!" Blaine yanked off his jacket and threw it over Ricky's head, who simply laughed.
"I'm sure Kurt doesn't mind," he started. "He's seen it all before, right Kurt?" He grinned widely at me and Melissa slapped his arm, telling him to shut up, but only ended up giggling more and then falling into a sloppy kiss. I just blushed at Ricky's comment and the awkwardness that Blaine's brother and his girlfriend were having a heated make out session right beside me and Blaine who were glancing around awkwardly, trying to let our eyes settle anywhere but each other or the passionate couple.
I had to admit, Ricky did have a pretty good body, he had impressive muscles, and the same skin tone as Blaine. I had found it hard to recognise the similarities between the two brothers before at the club but I couldn't help but wonder whether Blaine's body looked like that underneath those worn clothes. I only blushed harder at that thought and felt the heat creeping up my neck.
"So, what are you guys up to?" Ricky asked, his mouth apparently not as occupied now.
"Uh," Blaine started, and then met my equally frantic eyes, searching for some sort of explanation.
"Uhm..." I continued, thankful for Blaine interrupting me before I gave some random completely unrelated answer probably to do with llamas or something stupid.
"Just...hanging out" he shrugged and then smiled lopsidedly at me.
Ricky glanced between us speculatively and then narrowed his eyes; Melissa only smirked with an unbelieving expression.
"Hmm, okay, well, me and Mel were thinkin' of calling a band meeting. Fancy taggin' along boys? Or have you got...other things you need to do first" he winked and laughed as we both blushed in response.
"Uh- yeah! Yeah we'll come, if that's...alright with you, Kurt?"
"Um, are you sure? If it's a band meeting I don't really want to...impose" I shrugged, only causing the couple to laugh loudly, and I watched as Blaine fought back a laugh too, a smirk tugging at his lips when he tried to keep quiet.
"Oh god Kurt, you do make me laugh" Ricky wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and then patted the side of Melissa's thigh, lifting her off of him as they both stood.
Melissa noticed my confused expression and began to explain. "What they call 'band meetings' are really just them sat around being lazy teenage boys all day, eating, playing music and falling asleep and then doodling on each other with permanent marker pens that they can't rub off the next morning" she said with a chuckle and I couldn't resist a small smile. I looked over to Blaine who was watching me with curious eyes again, he nodded encouragingly before I answered.
"Sure, yeah, I'll come if that's okay"
"It's more than okay! I've got a feelin' you'll be stickin' around Kurt, so you best be getting to know the rest of us if you'll be seein' us a lot more often." He winked and then Melissa was pulling him out of the room with a roll of her eyes. We heard a muffled shout after a few more giggles through the closed door as they made their way back down the hall, "Meet you guys at the den!"
A small smile tugged at my lips when I realised that I was actually finally getting closer to Blaine, and I got along with his friends great. I turned to see him smiling at me again, but in the same confident admiring way he had looked at me in the club, the next thing I knew he was reaching across and linking our hands together, sliding off the bed and pulling me towards the door with a smile. "Follow me"
We walked, hand in hand, to the next room, which was the biggest walk in wardrobe I'd ever seen. There were enough clothes to fill a swimming pool and Blaine didn't even wear half of it. The clothes were sorted into categories around the room in a U-shape, at the start, on the far left were all the skinny jeans, a long line of denim ones and then a rainbow of coloured ones that Kurt had only ever seen Blaine wear about three of. The next was t-shirts, all ripped and ragged, with strange patterns or logos on them, writing or band names. Around the right side was a variety of jackets, cardigans and thick jumpers, looking slightly less ripped and messy than the other clothes. On the very end were two matching navy blue blazers with red piping, crisp shirts placed on the hangers inside with folded grey trousers and a familiar striped tie hanging over the top.
"Woah" I eventually sighed. "You have a lot of clothes" I then noticed the endless boxes stuffed underneath the clothes and random shoes sticking out in places, other shelves placed high up with bags and boxes boasting expensive labels like Versace, Alexander McQueen and Gucci. I wondered absent-mindedly why the hell Blaine would have designer items if all he wore was ragged clothing.
"Yeah," he chuckled, running his thumb over the back of my hand. I hadn't even realised we were still holding hands until he made the gesture. "Well, I share the wardrobe with Rik, we used to just have half of the room each, but we both ended up borrowing each others' clothes all the time anyway so we just decided to combine it all and share stuff between us. We have pretty much the same fashion sense anyway." He smiled. I then saw another striped tie hanging from one of the shelves, why the hell where there navy and red ties hanging everywhere? I remembered back to the night of the club to how every one of the band members was wearing one in one way or another. I ignored it for now, not wanting to stick my nose in to Blaine's business, and stared around at the vibrant colours and rainbows of clothing in the white walled room.
"Well...you both have quite the selection" I raised my eyebrows. He simply smiled and pulled me back to the door again.
"Come on, I don't want to keep everyone waiting" he smiled when he realised he had to pull just a little bit harder to get me away from the fascinating amount of clothing and shut the door behind us, probably afraid that I would run back in there if he took his eyes off me for more than one second. I wondered to myself how we could be keeping everyone waiting when, how could they possibly be here by now? Ricky only just decided about a minute ago to call one of these 'meetings'.
We wound through the house, still clutching onto each other's hands, until Blaine led us to what I assumed was the back door. His garden was like a jungle, and that wasn't even an understatement. As we stepped out onto the pavement, I was met with a trail of stepping stones into tall swaying willow trees, bushes overflowing with flowers and birds chasing each other, landing close to us on the ground before flying off again and then resting in their built nests in the trees.
It was a scene straight from a fairytale, I had to blink extra hard and pinch myself multiple times to convince myself I wasn't dreaming. To convince myself that I wasn't walking down a path way, holding hands with a boy that looked like a Greek god, his hazel eyes glimmering in the strange light that poured through the canopy of the leaves, casting strange shapes and lines across the contours of his face. This all felt so romantic and perfect, I expected Blaine to pull out a rose or something completely cheesy, but instead he just glanced at me more than twice in every 10 seconds, that strange adoring yet curious smile and expression on his face.
I tapped my thumb against his hand without noticing, looking around at the wildlife that surrounded me as we trudged deeper into this forest that was supposedly Blaine's back garden. Everything in here was beautiful, it was as if it was straight from a book, fallen trees lay covered in moss with squirrels and tiny creatures popping their heads out of the holes and crevices in the trunk, gathering berries and then scarpering away. It was ridiculously perfect.
I thought it could never get better than that moment, holding hands with the most gorgeous boy I'd ever met, walking through and into undisturbed paradise; that was, until we came to a stop, Blaine yanking my hand back slightly until my eyes looked down from the amazement that was the beauty of the forest. My eyes finally settled on where we were supposedly headed in the first place. The den.
"Oh...my...god"
A/N: Hey every body! Thank you so much to people who reviewed and gave me some positive feedback, it gave me something to work on, as you can see in this chapter:D I hope you liked it! And hopefully you can see some sort of development with both Kurt and Blaine's characters' relationship and Blaine on his own. Did you spot the clues?;-)
Please review and share your thoughts! Thanks for reading! Love Ell, Mwah X