A KLAINE/ PUCKOFSKY FANFIC
What I Did for Love
Author's notes:
-Links to the featured songs are in the Author's notes at the end of the chapter.
- A helpful reviewer pointed out that I miss-spelled the French words in chapter one. I love French, but I fail at writing it . I'm so sorry to butcher your beautiful language, French people! Kurt would be so ashamed of my written French.
Author: "Sorry, Kurt!"
Kurt: *icy glare*
Author: *orders some French books from the library*
Kurt: "I can't believe you degraded my superior French skills."
Author: "In apology, I will offer you the opportunity to do... a makeover!" *flourishes*
Kurt: *icy glare disappears and is replaced with giant grin*
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*** I do not own Glee or a very fashionable wardrobe.
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Kurt: *raises hand* "If you bring Blaine back to Dalton and make him my official boyfriend, I will take you on a shopping spree, and coordinate all your outfits for you."
Author: *is sorely tempted* "We'll see what happens..."
Kurt: "Oh, come on! How long are you going to torture us like this? Can't you see we just want to be together! How can you deny us true lo-"
Author: "Kurt! Shhh! Get back in the story." *shoos him over to the piano*
CHAPTER 10: IN WHICH KURT GOES TO BLAINE'S HOUSE AND FASHION ENSUES.
Warning: protective Kurt, stubborn Blaine, closets
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*DALTON*
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Wednesday evening; Kurt was leaning on the piano in the music room, staring out the window. He was leaving for Blaine's place soon. Blaine had a free period at the end of the day, and had spent it moving most of his stuff back to his house. Kurt was going to meet Blaine there and help him prepare for his foray back into public school.
Kurt winced, recalling their conversation the day before, when Blaine had told Kurt which school he was now enrolled in.
"Don't freak out, ok?" Blaine had pleaded from his seat on the bed.
Unfortunately, Kurt had done just that. "McKinley? No! No! No way in hell!" the countertenor stormed around the room. "Why McKinley?"
"It's the closest, besides my old one, and they were willing to enrol me right away. My mom thought it seemed very nice."
"Very nice!" Kurt had sputtered incoherently "What about the dumpsters! And slushies! And the death-threats!"
Blaine looked down "She ah... I didn't tell her about that... She already had me enrolled when she told me. I didn't have the heart to tell her those things; she has enough to worry about as it is."
Kurt rolled his head back to stare at the ceiling. Was it so impossible to have a normal, quiet life?
"If it makes you feel any better, now your Glee Club will be able to compete at Regionals." said Blaine with a small smile.
"What!" screeched Kurt "No, you are not joining Glee!"
Blaine had looked at Kurt like he'd lost his mind. "What? I love singing. Why not?"
"Blaine, you are used to being popular, being liked. The Warblers are like rock stars, but at McKinley, singing and dancing puts you on the bottom of the cool-pyramid." The thought of Blaine with slushie dripping down his face caused Kurt actual physical pain.
"What is wrong with that school anyway?" Blaine had grumbled, "Haven't they noticed that it's the singers and dancers that get on TV, become famous celebrities, and have millions of fans screaming their names? The world likes people who can sing and dance."
"Their general IQ isn't very high, apparently."
Kurt wished Blaine would choose another school to attend, but the dark-haired boy was determined to not cause any more trouble for his family.
Kurt checked his watch; he'd leave for Blaine's in five minutes. The countertenor sat down on the piano bench, needing to find a release for his feelings. He rested his fingers on the keys and bowed his head.
I don't wanna fall out
But we're all out of time
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
In one day
No way you'll be mine
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
Ooohhh...
My heart is running on empty
One more day and then we go
Yeah, the time goes on now
Don't ask me how
I don't know
We'll be home tomorrow
'Bout a thousand miles too far away
Say you won't forget and I'll be okay
At least tonight
It's just you and me and honestly
That's everything I need
The two boys were in Blaine's room. Kurt was in his glory as he stood in front of Blaine's closet, surrounded by clothes halfway out of boxes, and scattered all over the furniture and floor. Blaine lay on his bed, an amused smile on his face as he watched Kurt riffling through his clothes, creating outfits for school. He had explained to Kurt that he was out of the habit of wearing casual clothes every day, and wasn't sure how to dress at public school. Blaine had laughed out loud at the huge grin on Kurt's face as the fashionista gleefully pounced on Blaine's wardrobe.
I don't wanna fall out
But we're all out of time
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
In one day
No way you'll be mine
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
Tonight's the countdown
'Til the day we're not around
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
And you're gone
And we're on with our lives
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
I don't want an ending
Don't want an ending...
Kurt almost laughed in spite of himself at the irony; here he was, preparing Blaine for life at McKinley, and just a few months ago, the roles had been reversed.
The days turn to hours
And it's just a movement before they go
I'm scared to say goodbye,
'cause what's after that?
I don't know.
Kurt held up a t-shirt and jacket, explaining that the fabric combination expressed style and confidence, without being flashy to the point of attracting too much attention. Blaine was just watching, trying to memorize this happy, animated Kurt before they were separated.
"Clothes speak volumes about the wearer, whether the observer is conscious of it or not." Kurt lectured as he separated t-shirts in different piles, "For the students of McKinley, your appearance is the first thing they will judge you on, therefore it is imperative that this week's outfits tell them you're a cool, composed guy, without calling too much attention to yourself."
Blaine lolled happily against his pillow, never taking his eyes off Kurt, very pleased to just watch the other boy in his element.
As the years flip past us
If we lose track,
Or lose the fight,
I will search forever
To find a way back..
To tonight
Where it's just you and me and honestly
That's everything I need
Kurt drilled the other boy in acceptable outfit combinations until he was satisfied in Blaine's fashion-sense.
"You know," said Blaine with a wink, "I used to think looks weren't important, and now I think they're more important than anything."
I don't wanna fall out
But we're all out of time
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
In one day
No way you'll be mine
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
The fashion overhaul was not complete without a long argument over the hair gel situation. "Absolutely not!" Kurt insisted. "No one at public school has that much gel in their hair." Blaine put up a good fight, but Kurt eventually won and the curly-haired boy agreed to attend McKinley with no gel in his hair.
Kurt eyed Blaine. The older boy had showered before Kurt arrived, and hadn't bothered with gel for the evening. Kurt had witnessed the dark curls falling all over Blaine's head a few times before and was a major fan.
"You realize I will look like a clown." Blaine grumbled.
"No, you will look very handsome," said Kurt absentmindedly, trying to decide which jeans to pair with the Buckeyes hoodie. Blaine grinned. Kurt caught himself said and blushed, "I mean," Kurt cleared his throat, "very normal." Blaine kept grinning.
Tonight's the countdown
'Til the day we're not around
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
And you're gone
And we're on with our lives
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
I don't want an ending
We say "see ya later"
But I know there's no where we're
Around here again (yeah)
Kurt held up deep green button down. "Don't wear this to school," he said, running a critical eye over it.
"I like that one."
"So do I, in fact I like it a lot and I don't want it ruined with slushies."
Blaine rolled his eyes.
"And do not pair these pants with this vest; it screams 'gay'."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Do you want to get tossed in the dumpster? Nope, with my fashion expertise, we will pass you off as straight. Fashionable, but straight."
"Kurt, I'm out of the closet, and I don't care if McKinley knows that. Plus I've always regretted running from the bullies in my old school. Now I've got another chance to stand up and face them."
Kurt looked panicked. "What? Are you planning on telling everyone? No, Blaine! These bullies give death threats!"
"Kurt, you can't tell me to hide who I am; you weren't afraid to be yourself at McKinley."
"Yeah, until the death-threats! Blaine, it's just not safe to parade the fact that you're gay at that school."
And every until next
Feels like one bad punch line
And I don't want that again
Blaine got off his bed and moved to stand in front of the other boy, reaching out to hold his hands. "I'm not going to lie, Kurt." he said softly.
"Blaine, please," begged Kurt "I can't stand the thought everyone at McKinley knowing you're gay; I'll be worried sick every day, wondering if anything has happened to you."
Blaine looked into the other boy's earnest eyes and was startled to see they were tearing up.
"Kurt! Kurt, it's ok; I'm gonna be fine!"
"Please" whispered Kurt "Please- for me."
Blaine closed his eyes, Kurt squeezed is hands.
"Ok" whispered Blaine.
Kurt breathed a sigh of relief.
"But," said Blaine firmly, "If someone asks me straight up, I'm going give them an honest answer."
Kurt nodded reluctantly at the compromise. Blaine smiled and pulled the younger boy into a tight hug. Kurt got a face-full of Blaine's curls, and inhaled shamelessly. Oh god, his hair smells good.
Kurt stepped back, gave Blaine a small smile, and attacked his wardrobe with renewed vengeance.
I don't wanna fall out
But we're all out of time
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
In one day
No way you'll be mine
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
"Well, that's it," said Kurt, looking satisfied. The closet was completely empty and all of Blaine clothes were organized into neatly folded piles. Kurt pointed to a section of five outfits, "There's week one, from left to right."
"Kurt, you are a force of nature." Blaine smiled "Thank you; I'm relieved to know that I will be attending public school looking good."
Kurt surveyed the room. "Now we just have to get them back in the closet in an orderly fashion."
"Wait." Blaine stared at the empty closet with a funny expression on his face. He walked slowly towards the closet, then stepped right inside and closed the doors behind him.
I don't wanna fall out
But we're all out of time
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
Kurt stared quizzically at the closet doors for a second. "Uh... Blaine?"
"Hey, Kurt, come here." called Blaine in a muffled voice.
Kurt walked over to the closet and stepped inside. Blaine closed the door after him. Pitch black.
"May I inquire as to why we are in the closet?" Kurt blinked. He couldn't see a thing. "Wait. Is this a metaphor or something?"
In one day
No way you'll be mine
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
Kurt jumped as he heard Blaine's voice very, very close to him. "I don't know, sometimes life is like this... stumbling around in the dark; you can't see what's going to happen next..."
"I can't see anything," mumbled Kurt. He pondered this newly philosophical Blaine for a second. "Can you?"
"Some things..."
Tonight's the countdown
'Til the day we're not around
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
Kurt could have sworn he heard the other boy grinning. "Like what?"
"Like how I'm going to dance with you right now."
Kurt was thankful that the blackness inside the closet hid his furious blushing.
"Dance?" he squeaked as he felt the other boy step closer "But there's no music."
And you're gone
And we're on with our lives
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
(Noo) I
(All out of time)
Don't want an ending
A small patch of light appeared. Blaine pulled an iPod out of his pocket. He grinned mischievously as he passed an ear-bud to Kurt and put the other in his own ear. Then Blaine put the iPod black in his pocket and all was dark again.
Blaine stepped right up to Kurt and slid his hand to the younger boy's back. Then with his free hand, he found Kurt's and lifted it up, intertwining their fingers. Heart thudding wildly, Kurt placed his free hand on Blaine's shoulder. The song began, and the two boys danced in the closet.
I don't wanna fall out
But we're all out of time
(Is this over?)
(Don't want an ending)
Author's sub-notes:
-dancing in the closet is probably the cutest scene I've ever written.
-Kurt convinces Blaine to stop gelling his hair. Sexiness ensues and the world implodes with awesome.
-Don't Want an Ending- Sam Tsui: www (dot) youtube (dot) com/watch?v=n1p74Isbcgc
Sam Tsui is phenomenal. Please check out his other videos : )
-I was sorely tempted to describe every item of clothing Blaine owns, but I realized it would make the chapter extremely long and distracting, so I left it to your imagination ; ) but I would have called it:
'Chapter 10: In which Kurt meets Blaine's wardrobe'
'Warning: chapter includes nothing but Sam Tsui and Blaine's Wardrobe'
(Kurt would be in heaven)
Kurt: "It's OK; I was pretty much in heaven anyway. I loved going thru Blaine's wardrobe; all his clothes smell like him." *wistful sigh*
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