A/N- Any reviews? Excited for new glee soon though. I'm holding myself over with Klaine on a cruise ship, and in the Little Things. I recommend these stories to anyone with withdrawl. They're awesome and can be found in the first few pages of Klaine fics.
"Morning." David grinned as Kurt appeared, his jacket carefully folded over his arm.
"Morning Dave." Kurt shut his door behind him, hitching the strap of his bag up over his shoulder.
"How was the rest of your weekend? I forgot to ask last night while I was schooling Wes at Guitar Hero."
"Shut up." Wes joined them from the nearby hallway, pushing a sleepy looking Reese in front of him. "I hate that song anyways."
"Yeah, cause I always beat you at it." David smirked, winking at Kurt. "So what did you get up to?"
"Nothing much. Um, practice on Friday night, and went to a movie on Saturday, home on Sunday and back for practice again last night."
"Cool. By the by, where's Blaine?" David asked, looking behind them and then to Reese. They waited for Reese to yawn widely before he could reply.
"He's got to get that paper finished for Neil to look over tomorrow. Said he's going to just work through breakfast and first period. He gave me his algebra assignment to hand in, and we're done in that class till new year once we finish it. Mr. Morse just said we could have class as a work period all week."
"Lucky." David sighed. "I've got Mr. Chopra riding our butts all the way til our test on Friday morning. Hey, Kurt, was the movie any good that you went to? I promised Annie I'd take her out Saturday for end of term."
"Must have been pretty good." Reese chipped in casually, before Kurt could reply. He saw the questioning look from the other boys. "Just cause Blaine came in Saturday night whistling and smiling. Dyou go see that musical one? The one with the guy?"
"You should write movie reviews." Wes shot back at him. Reese shoved him with his shoulder.
"Uh, no, we just saw the new one with Natalie Portman." Kurt supplied.
"The one about the crazy ballet girl?" Reese frowned.
"No, the other one, with Ashton Kutcher."
"You and Blaine went to a romantic comedy?"
"It was his idea." Kurt said defensively.
"Aw. Did he try to pull the stretch and yawn on you?" David teased. Kurt just looked at him. David stopped.
"Holy. Crap." The other two stopped, glancing from David to Kurt, who had stalled a few steps in front of them.
"What?" Reese demanded. Wes just looked shrewdly between the two boys.
"Did you actually? You asked him?" David was suddenly smiling widely at Kurt, quizzical. Kurt opened his mouth to say something, but shut it and just sort of shrugged instead. David laughed and started walking again. He threw his arms around Wes's and Reese's necks, pulling them along.
"What just happened?" Reese insisted, looking at them all. Wes slipped out from David's arm and moved up to walk next to Kurt. He looked over his shoulder at his friend.
"Kurt and Blaine went out on a date. That's why they went to the movie and why Blaine was all floaty happy la la when he came home."
"It's not a big deal. It was just one date." Kurt tried to insist. He was trying to do some kind of damage control here.
"No point trying to fool us Hummel. We know the real you now. Sly fox." Wes said, sounding bored, but he clapped Kurt on the shoulder. Kurt even though he saw a hint of a smile from the boy. " Now come on. I'm hungry."
That whole revelation had been relatively painless, Kurt realized as they got in line with their trays. No drama, no protests or slurs at the idea of two boys on a date. Just friendly teasing. Just what every other boy he knew got from his friends after their first date with a girl. He loved Dalton right now. Maybe even enough to give up singing with the Warblers. Maybe.
"Hey." Blaine dropped into the seat between Kurt and Adam. He was pretty much humming with nervous energy. He had worked feverishly in his room all morning, even skipping his physics review class. He had to go to drama in the afternoon to give his scene analysis in and peer review some of the other students who hadn't performed last week like he had. English had been the last class of the day and he had been able to pull out his laptop and tap away at it again for another hour. But then he had Warblers. He was stuck sitting here at Wes's mercy, and he just wanted to get back to his room. His frenetic twitch triggered in his leg, and it jiggled up and down without thought.
Next to him, Kurt pushed away any looks David might give him or any teasing he might get from any of the other boys and clamped a hand on Blaine's bouncing knee.
"Stop." Blaine looked from Kurt's hand to his face and pulled a grimace.
"Sorry." He was still for a moment, and Kurt pulled his hand back. Until he started drumming his hands on his bag. David snorted as Kurt and Adam both slapped their hands down.
Blaine flushed a bit.
"Sorry, sorry. I'll stop." Wes thankfully stood up with Mark, holding his clipboard of notes against his chest.
"Okay, I know everyone is busy right now, so we're all just going to break off into our smaller groups and do a few run throughs, and then everyone can get back to the books." A relieved murmur ran through the boys at Wes's declaration.
"I love Wes." Blaine said firmly, swinging his bag over his shoulder. "I'm going to go work. Have a good practice." He told Kurt and David, and was gone. David just shrugged at Kurt's look to him.
Blaine wanted to slam his book down on the floor, but instead he just felt his teeth clench tightly. He winced as part of his tongue caught painfully on a tooth. He'd been eating Skittles for the last two hours, one at a time, and his tongue hurt now from the grainy sugar centres. The paper was three quarters done, but the summation of an argument was always hard. It was like the ideas were flitting around his head, just dodging out of his reach, resisting a life on actual paper. It was beyond frustrating, and he'd already abused his delete key heavily.
A quick knock sounded on the closed door. Reese had cleared out for the evening, saying he was going over to Geoff's to study for the geography exam, and he wouldn't be knocking at his own room, so it wasn't him.
"What?" Blaine shouted, flipping a page in the book to find the quote he needed. He had written it down, but forgot the page number, and now he had to go back and find it.
"It's Kurt..." A voice replied, sounding a bit confused.
"Okay, okay." Blaine replied. The door remained shut so he called out again. "I meant you can come in."
Kurt appeared, closing the door behind his softly, peering into the room to find Blaine where he was sitting in his alcove.
"I come bearing coffee." His hands were held up defensively, two of the cafe cups with their dark top in them. Blaine could see the steam curling out of them.
"Oh. Thank you." Blaine tried to rein in his frustrated edge, finding it easier with Kurt than it usually was with anyone else who impinged on him while he was in one of these moods. He scooched up in his seat, putting his work to the side for a moment as Kurt crossed the room.
"Which one's mine?" Kurt handed him one and put the other on the side table next to Blaine.
"Both. I got myself a thermos." He pulled his shoulder bag around to the front of his hip and pulled out his stainless canteen. Blaine took a sip from the cup and hummed.
"Perfect. You have a gift with coffee. Are you sure you aren't secretly a super-barista?" Kurt smiled, leaning against the alcove wall.
"I'm thinking about it." Blaine faltered for a moment, drawn back to the night before and Kurt's mention of getting a job. He tried to change the topic to something else.
"So, you should sing that Landon Pigg song for open week in February. It's something about a coffee shop, isn't it?"
Kurt didn't say anything, just looked down at his thermos and gave a noncommittal noise. Blaine's eyebrows twitched together for a moment.
"You aren't still thinking about quitting the Warblers, are you?" Blaine pushed his hair from his forehead, watching Kurt carefully through his lenses.
"Yes." Kurt admitted. "But I don't want to talk about it now. You have to focus on your work."
Blaine looked about as frustrated as Kurt felt. He pushed his glasses up by the nose piece, rubbing his face tiredly at the same time.
"Look Blaine, I can handle this. I'm pretty strong, and I don't need you to be tilting at my windmills while you have other things going on."
"What's that supposed to mean? I never said you were weak." Blaine retorted.
"I'm sorry. I'm distracting you. I should go." Kurt shifted towards the door, but didn't move yet.
"I...Thanks you for the coffee." Blaine spoke down at the cup, picking at the cardboard sleeve with his thumb. "I'm sorry. I'm just in a bad mood."
Kurt nodded at his own feet.
"I'll be better in the morning. Can we go to breakfast together?" Kurt looked at him now, rolling his eyes at Blaine's apologetic expression.
"Fine." His answer was clipped, but he gave Blaine's shoulder a knock with his hip. "I'll drop by around quarter to eight."
"Okay. And um, sleep tight?" Kurt finally cracked a full grin at Blaine's awkward good night.
"Good night." He headed towards the door, glancing back at the boy hugging a tall paper cup to his chest, watching him go. "At least I know I'm not the only one who gets bitchy." Kurt muttered to himself as he reached for the door.
"I heard that!" Kurt just shot back an arched eyebrow at the indignant squawk and shut the door behind him.