A KLAINE/ PUCKOFSKY FANFIC
What I Did for Love
Author's note:
Here is Chapter 2! I hope you like it. Please tell me what you think : )
Sorry for the utter lack of AVPM quotes. There is a Merlin quote! Magical quotations FTW.
*** I still don't own glee. If I did, I would give the Cast and Crew a workshop entitled "How To Not Spill Show Secrets So The Writers Have To Keep Changing Things And Drive The Rest Of Us Bonkers."
CHAPTER 2: IN WHICH BLAINE PINES AND WES FOLLOWS HIS ANGST RADAR
Warning: sulky Blaine, angst, Iphone apps that don't exist
*DALTON*
Blaine sat in the window seat of an empty upper-floor hallway looking out over the grounds. It was a beautiful sunny morning, and that frustrated the dark-haired boy more than anything. If only the weather would match his mood, it would rain and he could go outside, wander sadly through the grounds, get soaking wet, and look as pitiful as he felt. Instead, the morning sun glittered defiantly on the snow, as if daring him to cheer up and leave his lonely perch.
It was Saturday morning; so many boys had left to visit their families for the weekend. The ones who were left were either sleeping in or involved in the giant snow-ball war outside. Blaine had woken up early and wasn't in the mood for snowy frolicking, so he'd come up to this secluded window to be alone.
The curly-haired Warbler played a few chords on his guitar, trying to muster up the enthusiasm for a song, and found himself wishing there was one that perfectly described his situation so he could sing it loudly over and over until he felt better. Preferably in the non-existent rain. The problem was all the good songs out there were about unrequited love; Blaine's problem was that his feelings were returned, but not, he feared, for the right reasons. Blaine strummed the instrument half-heartedly.
Hey, slow it down
Whataya want from me?
Whataya want from me?
Blaine knew what Kurt wanted. He wasn't stupid. Or blind. He could read that boy's face as well as everybody else in the whole freakin' world. Everything Kurt felt was laid out there for everyone to see. Blaine changed chords;
Not a day goes by
When I don't think of you,
And your angel's eyes
That I'm so drawn into
Those eyes... those beautiful blue-green eyes... why did they have to be so goddamn expressive? Every time he looked into Kurt's eyes he got a funny jolt in his stomach had to tear himself away.
Blaine lifted his head at the sound of footsteps approaching. Was it so impossible to have a moment of peace in this place? Apparently, yes. Blaine let out a long-suffering sigh as his fellow Warblers and best friends, Wes and David, rounded the corner.
The pair sauntered up to Blaine, snow melting out of their hair and dripping onto their blazers.
"Blaine, my man! How goes the pining?" Wes got straight to the point.
"Are you writing a song for him?" David blinked curiously at the guitar.
Blaine frowned. "How did you guys find me?"
"We followed our angst radar." Wes held up his Iphone. "Yep, this here's a hotspot of teen hormones and frustration. It's the new Angst App!"
Blaine squinted at the screen. He could see a tiny puppet hitting his head against a wall, repeating "Angst!" with each blow. The puppet looked strangely like Harry Potter.
"Now, why aren't you outside on a beautiful day like this?" Wes gestured out the window.
Blaine sighed.
"Maybe he's in loooove!" trilled an answer from the phone.
Wes looked at his phone fondly "The Angst App knows all."
"Come outside, Blaine, we need you to help kill the other team. It will make you feel better."
"So killing things mends a broken heart?"
"No, but its good fun!" said Wes jovially.
"Your heart is broken now?" pondered David.
"Well, no, just..."
"Bent?" David supplied helpfully.
"Bruised?" asked Wes.
"Half-squashed like someone sat on it wrong?"
Blaine stared. "What? My heart is not a... a cushion."
"No, but your lap is." said David, plopping himself down on top of his friend. He proceeded to wrap his long arms around Blaine's head and squash his face into his blazer.
"Grrrrfff mmmmpffff!" protested Blaine.
"Cuddle time!" sang David happily.
"David, you're all soggy." Blaine complained, pulling away.
"You like it."
The lead singer rolled his eyes.
Wes resumed his point. "Look, Blaine; you like him, he likes you. Why don't you just kiss him already? David and I are experiencing the wind-blown hair effect just from sitting near you two and your incessant sighing."
"It's creating quite a draft." David agreed. "Are you having a competition to see who can pass out from lack of oxygen first?"
"What's the prize?" asked Wes with a wicked grin. "Looser has to perform mouth-to-mouth on the winner?"
Blaine scowled. "I hate you both. And to answer your question, Wes, I am not going to kiss him, not after-" He stopped; on one else knew about the Karofsky incident. "-after everything he's been through. It would just add to his stress, as if the last few months haven't been crazy enough for him: weddings, and death-threats and a new school. No."
Blaine stared out the window, thinking about how Kurt was obviously traumatized from being kissed by that bully. Kurt, ever poised, pretended to forget about it, but Blaine couldn't help notice that the countertenor still flinched every time someone walked by him with a drink in their hand. He was sure that kissing Kurt would just bring back the terrible memories of Karofsky. Nope. Blaine vowed he would not make the first move on Kurt.
Blaine sighed. Wes and David looked at him pointedly.
"Sorry." muttered Blaine, running a frustrated hand thru his hair.
"Don't feel bad; we can put it to good use."
"Like yesterday in the library, we were going to use all that wind to fly a kite."
"Mr. Stammers wouldn't let us bring a full sized kite in, so we had to make some out of paper."
"Is that where my algebra notes went?" Blaine looked askance.
Wes waved his hand dismissively. "Oh, don't be mad, you were too busy pining to notice that we took them, let alone study."
"Plus, you will never use algebra in the real world, anyway." David reasoned, "But you know what skill you will use in the real world? Kite flying."
"Everyone needs to know how to fly a kite; people are sympathetic if you can't find the value of x, but they will think you are stupid if you don't know how to fly a kite."
Blaine glared. They kept going.
"Just ask him out then- on an actual date this time- then let him kiss you. Taa daa! Solved all your problems." David looked pleased with himself.
Blaine opened his mouth to explain that Kurt needed a mentor more than a boyfriend, but was interrupted by a loud beeping from David's pocket.
"Oh." Exclaimed David, leaping up to check his phone, "Gotta go shower and get into my suit; I'm leaving for Lila's Job's Daughters event in 20."
Lila was David's 14-year old mini-me. He absolutely fell over himself to dote on her.
"Why are you so sickeningly sweet to your sister?" grumbled Wes jealously, "Why don't you fight with each other like normal kids? I think your parents raised you wrong."
"I'm just an awesome big brother." said David smugly, straightening his tie. "You know you can come if you want; there'll be lots of food and girls in pretty dresses."
"Naw, got that Krav Maga meet this afternoon, anyway."
"Oh yeah. Kick some butt. And bring Blaine, it's not healthy for him to sit around pining all day."
Wes and David turned to go, "You coming, Blaine?"
"Nah. Go have fun, David. I'll catch up with you later, Wes, I'm just gonna stay here for a bit..."
His friends seemed on the verge of protest for a moment, but then exited down the corridor, leaving Blaine alone with his guitar and his thoughts.
*author's note:
Wow, Wes and David just completely waltzed in and commandeered this chapter.
I hope you two are happy. *glares at them* This chapter was supposed to be about Blaine; go back to your snowball fight. *shoos them away*
We will find out what's getting to Blaine in the next chapter.
Wes's angst radar was inspired by: .com/watch?v=xD-Huwlg2kY
p.s. any fellow Jobies in the fandom?