Hey guys! So we're onto the fifth chapter now, and I think this'll be where it ends, depending on how big a response this gets, because the last chapter was super lame and only got one review (Thanks, sassy selena! J). As for that thing about Blaine`s nickname, people actually just call him a hobbit because he's short, and I realize how dumb that thing was, but I am really running out of ideas and needed something to fill the space . However, there is always the possibility of a sequel if in demand. ;) I'm running out of ideas and humour so I apologize for the general boringness of this chapter. (Is boringness a word?) I hope you enjoy it, and please, I beg of you, review. It means the world to me and the last chapter only got one. Without further ado, the chapter!
The Lima bean was quiet on Thursday afternoon, the only noise the constant whirring of the coffee machines and the occasional snippet of conversation between patrons. Among the humdrum sat Kurt and Blaine, each sipping at their regular coffee order, eyeing each other from across the circular tables. The latter was first to break the silence.
"You're sure Mercedes is coming?"
"I promised her an extra large bag of tots if she would, just to make sure. She'll be here any minute."
At that, Blaine just smiled and gazed lovingly at Kurt. You're so beautiful.
Kurt almost spat out his non-fat mocha all over the cute little piece of furniture. I'm sorry, come again?
You heard me. Well, sort of. You're beautiful.
And I repeat, come again?
Blaine just rolled his eyes good-naturedly before averting them back to the countertenor.
It is amazing how blind you are of your own awesomeness.
You are either way too sweet or need glasses.
And you`re too modest. I'm neither. Just honest. Remember, I cannot tell a lie. And the fact that I can't lie means that you are indeed beautiful.
Now it was Kurt's turn to roll his eyes. Blaine never failed to amaze him.
It is so, so hard not to love you. Damn it!
Same here. I always loved you. Just because I'm a clueless hobbit and took forever to realize it, doesn't change anything.
I know. You are definitely worth waiting for, though, I'll admit that much.
Speaking of waiting, where's Mercedes?
I told you, she'll be here any minute. Tater tots are like crack to Cedes, she would not pass up a chance to get them and she finds them extremely addictive. Oh! There she is!
Kurt gestured to the door behind him where his best friend had entered the building, her face alight when she saw Kurt.
"Cedes!"
"White boy!"
The two ran towards each other for what turned out to be a bone-crushing hug, leaving Blaine behind. "What about me?" Blaine mock-pouted from the table. "C'mere, crazy. How've you been?" She giggled and made to wrap her arms around the shorter boy. Blaine grinned in return, squeezing her tightly before releasing and edging closer to Kurt. "Really good, actually. I got the job for the summer show at Six Flags!"
"Sweet! How's the pay?"
"Middling, but it includes breaks and free ride passes!" Blaine was speaking enthusiastically now, punching the air in victory just once with his free hand, the one that wasn't locked in Kurt's. Kurt couldn't help but roll his eyes, smirking at how young at heart Blaine acted.
"You let him near a roller coaster and cotton candy, and he enters a second childhood." Kurt emphasized, giving his boyfriend a look, softening slightly when Blaine fired his secret weapon- puppy eyes.
"Oh god." Kurt yelped, shielding his eyes so as not give in. Mercedes laughed at their adorable antics, leading them back to the table in the corner of the shop. Shedding her very fashionable jacket, Mercedes was the first to break the odd but not particularly uncomfortable silence. "So have you guys made out yet?"
Kurt spewed his nonfat mocha all over table, narrowly missing Blaine next to him, who looked equally mortified. "Cedes!"
Mercedes held up her hands in surrender. "The rest of the girls made me promise to ask! Now spill!"
"Done that already. Not the making out, the spilling." Kurt replied bitterly, wiping coffee off of the table with a striking aggression. Blaine no longer looked terrified, a mischievous look replacing his previous horrified facade.
Don't you dare.
"No, we've made out, too." Blaine stated casually, sipping at his coffee, smirking on the inside. This caused Mercedes' eyebrows to shoot up in surprise, leaving Blaine waggling his suggestively at Kurt.
Damn you!
Hobbit one, Kurt zero!
Kurt and Blaine just glared at each other in a playful manner, relishing the knowledge that Mercedes didn't yet possess. Mercedes appeared to be totally confused, gazing at the two questioningly while casually sipping her coffee. Blaine gave a small nod to Kurt, urging him to proceed. "Blaine and I are mind reading." Kurt said simply.
Now it was Mercedes' turn to spit out her coffee. Blaine wasn't at all surprised, in fact, he had already gotten up to grab more napkins. The liquid that was on the diva's face was at this point replaced by both curiosity and disbelief. Her eyes narrowed. "Prove it." She challenged, staring Kurt down, directly into his baby blue eyes. "Think of something, then." Kurt shot back directly towards her. Mercedes blinked. "Done."
"OH MY GOD, YOU ARE DATING SAM?"
"Holy- how? What-"
"Told you." Blaine interjected, seating himself and swabbing the table with a wad of napkins. Mercedes sat in silence, in a strange sort of shock that only a situation like this could produce. "Bu- Explain. Now."
"You first, I'm not the one dating Trouty Mouth! "
"I asked you first! " Mercedes argued back fiercely.
You tell her, you're better with explanations.
But you're better at phrasing things! Just be a dapper gentleman and do it, please?
"Stop doing that, it's freaking me out!" Mercedes cried out from the opposite side of the table. Blaine just chuckled and began as best he could. "It's simple. It's telepathy, which incidentally, both of us now have."
"I thought that stuff was all just a bunch of mumbo jumbo crap."
"So did we. " Unintentionally, the pair spoke in perfect unison. Mind boggled, Mercedes furrowed her brow in a desperate attempt to make sense of all this. "Look, I`m going to go grab some cookies for us to discuss this over in order for Mercedes to understand. Okay?" Kurt bargained, using the promise of cookies as a peace offering.
Kurt then walked back to stand in line by the counter, feeling a weight being lifted off of his chest at the realization that he was no longer keeping a secret from his best friend. Now for the hard part: figuring out how to show her.
And there we go! It`s really short because I`m lazy today and my keyboard is being stupid. It types an E with an accent on top of it when I try to put a question mark and it`s really irritating. I am ending it here, at least for now, but I may do a sequel depending on how many reviews and favourites and whatnot this chapter gets. Thank you all so much, and please, for the love of Klaine, review!
