Kurt's first couple of days at Dalton were extraordinary. Much to his delight, he was accepted into the Warblers after singing only three lines of "God, that's good!" from Sweeney Todd. Living with Blaine was more than he had ever expected, and Wes turned out to be an amazing friend.
But the truth was, Kurt missed his father. Thankfully, it was Friday morning and later that day, he would be reunited with his family.
The entire school was shut down for the day, because of a Warblers performance. Blaine and Kurt were only singing background for these particular numbers, and decided to go to breakfast with Wes instead.
"Get up sleepy head, we have plans!" Blaine roared, jolting his tiny soprano friend awake. Kurt groaned.
"I thought we were taking the day off!" It was seven in the morning. Blaine was amazing, but Kurt simply wasn't a morning person. Despite his grogginess, he got up and headed to the shower. He locked the bathroom door behind him, because Blaine had almost walked in on him changing a few days ago, and it was a situation Kurt was not keen to reenact. He shed his clothes and stepped into the shower, humming show tunes as he went.
He made it quick, because he could hear Wes and Blaine humming the jeopardy tune outside of the bathroom. After spending a surprisingly short half hour on his hair, Kurt was ready. He wore a white button down dress shirt, grey vest, and black skinny jeans.
He stepped outside of the bathroom, and tried not to gasp. Blaine was there, putting his red V-neck shirt on. For a few seconds, Kurt could see his entire chest exposed.
'No, no, no! No Hummel. Friends do not gasp at other friends bodies. BAD KURT.' He was brought back to reality when Blaine and Wes began towards the door, motioning for him to follow.
The ride to Breadsticks passed in a daze for Kurt. He was too preoccupied with thoughts of his new friend.
'He's gay, that doesn't mean he likes you.' Kurt thought to himself, slightly disappointed for admitting it. 'But what about the way he flirts with you? Or is that just him being nice...' Blaine was a remarkable creature. He had the power to flirt so subtly, that no one but him could distinguish a friendly act from a flirty one. This drove Kurt crazy.
He didn't have too long to ponder the thought, because they had arrived at Breadsticks. Their usual seat in the far corner was empty, and they made themselves comfortable.
"Oh damn, I forgot my wallet," Kurt sighed. He wasn't too disappointed, he did not approve of the fatty foods on the menu.
"Thats alright, I'm paying," Blaine smiled, flashing his dentist teeth at Kurt.
"No, no. I'm not hungry." Kurt wasn't lying exactly, he really wasn't hungry, even though the last time he had eaten was over a day ago. Blaine gave him a shockingly Rachel Berry-esque look.
"I don't care if you feel hungry or not, you don't eat enough." Blaine motioned for Kurt to pick something off the menu.
'He's such a mom!' Kurt thought to himself, feeling content that someone cared about him so much. It was then that a pretty (according to Wes) waitress walked to their table, blushing and beaming at Blaine.
"What can I get you, darlin?" She smiled, watching the dark haired boy expectantly. Kurt narrowed his eyes, disapproving.
"Just a coke please," he replied, catching on to the girl's intentions. He grabbed Kurt's hand into his own. "What about you sweetheart?"
Kurt batted his eyelashes, not having to fake his desire for Blaine. "Spaghetti and meatball supreme, honey." Blaine blew him a kiss and winked. The waitress finally realized what was going on, and did not do a good job of hiding her disappointment.
"I'm not gay you know!" Wes chimed in, staring at the waitress' chest. She gave him an appraising look, wrinkled her nose, and walked off. Kurt and Blaine burst out in fits of laughter.
"Did you see the look on her face?" Blaine laughed, tears streaming from his eyes.
"The look she gave Wes!" Kurt giggled. Blaine was a genius, pretending to date Kurt to get rid of the girl. Although, he had fooled Kurt for a few seconds as well. He looked back down at his hand, still intertwined with Blaine's. The older boy must have noticed too, because he quickly pulled it away. Thankfully, Wes was too busy trying to explain to them that she was simply playing hard to get, to notice the exchange.
When she came back, she did not hover to hit on Blaine again. She set down Kurt's steaming plate of Spaghetti, the bottle of coke, and stormed off.
He dug into his food, previously unaware of just how hungry he was. The meatballs were a little underdone, but he kept chomping them down even though they scalded his tongue. Blaine let out a long whistle.
"Not hungry, you little liar Hummel!" he laughed. Kurt tried to respond with a witty comeback but all that came out of his mouth was sauce, dripping onto his chin. Blaine chuckled, leaning over and wiping it away with one of his fingers.
Wes watched this with wide eyes. Kurt and Blaine were too busy smiling at each other to notice, but he could smell it in the air.
LOVE.
His little Blainey had found love. This called for a bathroom break.
"Excuse me friends, it appears my bladder has a hot date with the bathroom." Wes stood up, trying to act casual. He wasn't doing a very good job, he could see Blaine and Kurt scrunching their eyebrows and giggling at him as he walked off. He caught the waitresses eye and winked. Again, she simply walked away.
'I never was one with the ladies,' he thought, pitying his luck. He could feel Blaine's eyes on him as he continued to strut across the crowded restaurant, and was forced to actually enter the bathroom, as opposed to calling David outside.
'Aw shit!' He entered the bathroom, finding himself with four other men, washing their hands silently. 'This is going to get awkward.' He slipped his phone out of his trousers and dialed David's number. He answered after the sixth ring.
"Ello?" David's voice answered, loudly enough for the other men in the room to hear.
"DAVID! Its Wes."
"I got that," David joked, "Whats up?"
"I think Kurt's in love with Blaine and we should hook them up." Wes looked around the room, staring at the other men, daring them to say anything homophobic.
"I thought so too, but I don't think we should interfere." David replied, causing Wes to frown in disappointment.
"But they're too chicken to ask each other! Come on, we could call them Klaine!" he complained. He knew Blaine was lonely, and suspected Kurt was too.
"Uhh, Wes?" said a voice, that did not come from his phone.
He turned around to see Blaine at the door of the bathroom.
"Oh, did I say Klaine? I meant Blaine. Just talking to David about you. On the phone." Wes laughed suspiciously, hanging up on David without a goodbye. Blaine raised his eyebrows, but didn't question Wes. He was an odd person, and Blaine was used to his shenanigans.
"Nevermind. I think we should go, Kurt feels funny." Blaine frowned, looking worried.
"Oh, maybe he has the love bug?" Wes teased, but Blaine was already out the door. He followed him to the parking lot, where Kurt was seated in Wes' baby: His fathers vintage Cadillac. Blaine seated himself in the backseat next to his porcelain friend, and Wes took the wheel.
"Woah, Kurt. You look like shit!" Wes said, surprised at how clammy he had gotten.
"Oh shut up!" Kurt choked, his voice hoarse. Blaine laughed, staring and Kurt with a vacant expression. Wes started the car, and pulled out onto the road. He had strategically put on his mom's romantic Celine Dion CD in an attempt to start some loving in the back seat...this plan had not worked very well so far. They were ten minutes away from Dalton, when Wes turned the volume off, and heard Kurt groan.
"Don't feel good..." he muttered.
"It's alright, we're almost there. It's only 11 AM, the nurse will be there." Blaine suspected food poisoning was the cause behind Kurt's sickness. He let Wes know, which lead to a freak out.
"NO, NO, NO. NO HUMMEL!" Wes screamed, looking truly frightened. Kurt only moaned in response.
"What is it?" Blaine laughed.
"There will be no puke in this car! The seats are new! LEATHER!" Wes sped up the car until it was right on the speed limit, eager to get back to Dalton before the car was ruined. Five minutes later, he could just see the Dalton parking lot.
"Praise the Lord!" He smiled, triumphant. He then heard a sickly noise from behind him, and a sigh from Blaine.
"I'm so sorry, Wes!" Kurt whined, vomit dripping down his shirt. Wes groaned, holding back tears. Blaine grabbed Wes' new hat from his head, and gave it to Kurt.
"Let it out, you'll feel better."
Of course, Kurt let it out. All of it.
Being Wes wasn't easy.
An hour later, Kurt had gotten off the phone with his dad. He hated canceling on dinner and coming home that weekend, but he just wasn't up to driving an hour back home. His father was disappointed but understood, it would just have to wait until next week.
"Kurt come here" Blaine called from the couch in their dorm. He had put on Chicago, and laid out tea. Kurt smiled, how did Blaine know exactly how to make him feel better? He snuggled up in blankets with his tea next to Blaine, who rubbed his back the entire movie soothingly, just as Kurt's mom used to whenever he had a stomach ache.
It was hard to concentrate on the movie. Kurt felt something between him and Blaine, something unexplainable...a sort of electricity. Again, he was faced with the prospect of attempting to differentiate between a friendly act, and a romantic one.
'Hummel, you have some serious issues to work out,' He thought to himself, but those could wait. For now, he was happy to be next to his best friend, and happy that he had vomited into Wes' hat.
That's what he gets for suggesting several times in the car ride that it was time they both dated.
A/N: Hello again! I plan to update each day, as I really can't stop writing this story.
Not sure how I feel about this chapter, but here it goes.
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