Hello everyone and welcome to the fourth chapter! Deepest apologies for the delay, I have been swamped with review for exams this week and as a result didn't find much time to write. I hope you enjoy the following anyways, and that it's as good as the first few (apparently) were. Also, a lot of people were asking why I called it TeleKlainesis when Kurt and Blaine clearly have telepathy in the story. My reason for that is simple, it makes for a better title! :D Thanks for reading and reviewing and please continue to do so!
"What's up, ladies?" the cold jeers of Azimio and his cronies were loud enough for all to hear, even above the buzz of the crowded hallway. The Bully Whips were off-duty that day, leaving Kurt, Blaine, and Mercedes to fend for themselves in the dangerous world of McKinley High.
Kurt was too weary to yell back, he didn't get much sleep the previous night, having stayed up watching a Harry Potter marathon with Blaine, who insisted on finishing watching Cedric Diggory's scenes in the fourth instalment. Kurt had suggested Lord of The Rings, because the real hobbits are the only people shorter than "Sir Hobbit" himself, but Blaine was persistent.
The all-too-familiar feeling of a slushy staining his expensive outfit followed the cruel taunts.
He caught only a brief glimpse of Mercedes beside him suffering the same fate. He didn't even have to look at Blaine to know he must've been drenched too, because he could feel a bit of the icy liquid dripping onto his left hand, the one that was in Blaine's. Reaching for Mercedes with his free hand, he guided the three off to the girls washroom. (Which, considering that they were gay, wouldn't be a problem.)
"So how often does this happen to you guys? Or rather, us?" Blaine questioned, lifting his head from the sink for only a moment to ask, then returning to washing food dye out of his dark locks. Kurt, who was fixing his normally immaculate hair at the time, was the first to reply. But not verbally.
Three days a week or so. If we're lucky, that is. And they usually don't leave us alone until after school like this.
Blaine looked surprised. Kurt had never used his powers with others around but him and Blaine, simply because it wasn't necessary. And here he was, communicating with Blaine in utter silence- in the middle of the girls washroom.
Why are you-
Blaine. You haven't even joined Glee club yet and you're already getting slushied like the rest of us losers. I'm pretty sure you don't want the Neanderthals to hear us in the GIRL'S bathroom, do you?
Neanderthals?
The football guys, aka the other escaped gorillas. Remember?
Oh, yeah. Point taken, but what about Mercedes? Won't she think something's up? She's only four sinks down, you know.
Oh, I'll explain our 'situation' to Mercedes later. Besides, she wouldn't believe me if I told her and I haven't found a way to prove it to her yet. You have any ideas?
Why don't you just ask her to think of something and then you tell her what it is?
It's not that simple. Mercedes and I are tight bitches, we already always know what each other is thinking all the time.
Then you'll have to get her to think of something so personal and secret that even you have yet to get out of her. She won't believe the whole telepathy thing anyways, so she'll think the thought you're asking for because she thinks she knows that you couldn't possibly have access to it.
I don't know. 'Cedes can be pretty stubborn if she tries, she is a diva, after all.
Which means it would be all the more satisfying for her to prove you wrong. Despite the fact that she loves you, every diva loves to be right more than anything else.
Looks like I picked a smart hobbit for a boyfriend.
I don't know whether to say thanks for that or not...
... I love you?
Works for me. What's the plan, baby penguin?
Hey!
If you get to nickname me "Sir Hobbit", you can live with being a baby penguin.
At least your nickname doesn't bring back bad memories.
Says you.
Wait, what?
Well, in mid-freshman year at Dalton, not long after I came there, the Warblers decided to play a prank on the new soloist, aka me. We were having their annual sleepover and doing a Lord of the Rings movie marathon late at night. It was about one in the morning, and I was half asleep in the middle of Return of the King.
Where is this going?
You'll see. Anyways, I was really tired, and was about to go to sleep, when the conniving Warblers put their plan into action.
Mischievous.
Wes' dad does monster movie makeup and masks, so he made them a perfect replica Gollum mask. David snuck off to the bathroom to put it on, and returned to literally scare my pyjama pants off. I was so scared I jumped out of my sleeping back and started jumping around everywhere, ergo, unintentionally kicking my pyjamas off.
Please tell me you're lying.
I cannot tell a lie. Photos of my Harry Potter boxer briefs are all over the internet, courtesy of Wes and David.
Are you serious right now?
At that, Blaine dried his hands and whipped out his phone, and with a few swift taps of his fingertips, he handed the device to Kurt. The porcelain skinned boy could only stare at the photo in what appeared to be a mixture of disbelief, shock, and amusement.
Mercedes, who was now emptying slush out of her very fashionable hat, averted her eyes from the tap for a second at the sound of Kurt's giggling bouncing off of the tile. It quickly turned to near-hysterical laughter when he saw the caption.
Monsters attacking? Gollum after your precious? No worries, Sir Hobbit is here!
Sir Hobbit? With Harry Potter panties?
It's not that bad.
Blaine, I can't breathe!
Blaine stared over at Kurt, who was, for lack of a better word, dying of laughter. He smiled. Kurt was really, really, difficult to stay mad at.
Alright, it's bad. It's really bad. It's really, fail blog-level bad.
The shorter boy noticed a gleam in Kurt's baby blue eyes that could only be caused by an idea. He made a swift attempt to swat the phone out of Kurt's well moisturized hands. The latter just giggled and dodged away almost effortlessly, leaving Blaine grasping onto the sink to regain his balance.
Thanks for the idea, Blaine.
He grinned and ran towards Kurt in the few steps of room he had, enveloping him in a humungous hug, his hands fumbling around to find Kurt's, whose were still cradling his cell phone. He reached them, but didn't stop when he found them, instead pocketing his recently retrieved cell phone and tightening his hold around Kurt.
You didn't put up much of a fight, did you?
Well, what can I say? I'm a lover, not a fighter.
Good to know, because my small stature means I have short arms. If I hadn't saved my phone by now, I don't know when I would see it again.
I would've given it back!
Blaine raised and eyebrow at this, as if to say, "Really?"
You know, given the right motivation.
Like?
If you must know, I have a weakness for your puppy eyes.
You really shouldn't have said that, Kurt.
Why?
The most important rule in a battle of any kind is to never let the enemy know you.
If that was true, then we'd both be screwed, considering we know each other better than anyone else.
Damn, you're right. Darn you for being so smart. And adorable and sexy.
I'm always right. And sexy, thank you. Divas love to be right, after all.
And sexy? Not that I have to ask. I saw the Single Ladies tape, courtesy of Mercedes.
Hell yes! Just not in a girls bathroom. And again with the tape. Bad memories.
How so?
Let's just say my dad walked in on Kurt the baby penguin dancing to Beyonce in the middle of the performance. Needless to say, I came out to him a few hours later.
He saw the sparkly unitard and everything?
Oh yes. It was possibly the most embarrassing experience I've ever had in all my years on this planet.
Oh wow...
And then he asked if either Tina or Brittany was my girlfriend.
Blaine managed to give Kurt a funny look for only a second before the pair burst out in a laughing fit like no other. Mercedes had left a little while ago and they were all alone as a result, only communicating with each other.
As soon as their giggles died down and the only evidence remaining on their faces were their ever-present grins, Kurt leaned in towards Blaine, who met him halfway for a passionate kiss. They pulled apart slightly, gasping for much-needed air.
We are going to have a lot to explain to Mercedes tomorrow.
True. But why would I worry about tomorrow when I'm with you right now?
A girls washroom at a high school isn't the most romantic of places, but Blaine sure made it seem like one. Kurt was first to change the mood.
Can I still call you Sir Hobbit?
Blaine chuckled, but when he gazed into Kurt's crystal blue eyes it changed his mind.
As long as you'll be my precious, darling.
With that, Blaine smiled softly at the countertenor and led them out of the restroom, his mind only the wondeful boy he was so lucky to have. Little did he know that Kurt, beside him, had the identical thought.
God, I love him so much.
And that's the end of the fourth chapter! Definitely not the end of the whole thing, though, as this got a much larger response than I expected. I can't believe this story is up to over 3000 hits! Thank you all so much for the support, and please review, favourite, and subscribe to me on author alert! Love you guys!
Chapter five sneak peek: Mercedes finds out...
