Chapter Six
"So, people just broke into song and dance at your high school, huh?" Blaine asked, giving Ryan what was probably supposed to look like a genuine smile. We were all sitting in my living room, watching some reality show I couldn't even keep track of. I could tell Blaine still had a strong dislike for Ryan, and Ryan clearly noticed too. Even after I'd convince Blaine I wasn't cheating on him, he still decided it was his job to let every good-looking gay (0r straight) guy within a ten-mile radius that I'm his, and anyone dare step between us and they'll be having the punch. And it turned me on at first, but now it's just irritating and keeping me from getting worthwhile skincare tips.
"You know, there's a certain brand of moisturizers for skin as smooth and delicate as yours…"
"Oh really?"
"Kurt, we're leaving." *begins to drag*
"But, wait -"
Thus ending any chance of my skin being even more award-worthy then it already is. Sigh.
So, now, here we all are, sitting on my couch, trying to be cordial when it's so obvious my boyfriend wants to rip our guest's head off. It's strange. I mean, I get that he's been let down before, but why is so protective of me? I mean, what's so great about bitchy ol' me? Why does he feel like he needs to keep me in a cage so I don't stray? I can't possibly be that valuable.
"Well, Kurt, I'd oughta be going," Ryan said, finally breaking the awkward silence that was filled only by the chatter of the television in the background. "See you Thursday?"
"I'll be the one in the ungodly tight pants," I replied as he headed out the door. Blaine's smile stayed plastered on his face until the second he walked out the door. Then his grin fell flat off, and he scoffed. I rolled my eyes at him. Don't get into a fight about it…"So, now what?" I asked as cheerfully as I possibly could. Blaine looked at me with what looked like a warm smile, but I knew him well enough to know he was hesitant.
"Kurt, look…" he started, and I rolled my eyes. Was he ever going to let it go? I'm not going to cheat on the love of my life! "I know hanging out with Ryan is cool, because he's older and 'wiser' and stuff." He rang a hand through his hair and I was amazed it went all the way through without getting stuck due to all that ungodly hair gel. "And you know I love you…" he trailed off, clearly nervous about something, "but I don't think you know just how much."
"Blaine…" I started, but he shook his head as he walked over to the closet and pulled out his guitar. "Where the - why did you bring your guitar to my house?"
"I've been working on something, and I want you to hear it." He started fiddling with the instrument. "It's kind of rough, though, I haven't gotten all the words worked out yet. But, um, here goes." He coughed awkwardly and began.
"I hate where I'm at,
acting crazy like that.
I know that I've been wrong,
It's something I've been working on.
And I don't know what to do,
It's changing me, it's killing you.
I'd tear out my insides if I could,
But I don't know if it'd do me good."
He looked up at me and examined my expression, something even I couldn't control at the moment and therefore had no idea what it looked like.
"I'm sorry friends, I'm sorry lovers,
To put us all in this mess.
I know we've still got each other,
But I'm in distress.
Cuz every time that I feel like I've figured it out,
I can't seem to figure it in.
It's got nothing to do with me,
It's not even you, you see
It's part of my chemistry,
It's this jealousy."
I felt the most bizarre combination of guilt and arousal as he continued, slamming on his guitar like he was letting all his emotions come bursting out as he belted the lyrics.
"And I'm hearing your voice
That you know it's your choice
Maybe so
And I know it's no use
But it's the only excuse
That I know, no no
Let me go
Let me go
Oh, let me go
Oh, let me go."
He stopped for a second and said, "Um, like I said, kind of rough," and continued.
"Now let's be real I feel just like a child
Someone could be taking all my toys.
So call me dumb, call me wild
See that's the thing with little boys.
It's got nothing to do with me,
It's not even you, you see
It's part of my chemistry,
This demon is killing me,
And oh Christ it's filling me
It's this jealousy
Oh, and I just can't believe
In this jealousy,
This jealousy for you.
Oh this jealousy,
This jealousy for you." He looked up at me nervously as I was still trying to comprehend what had just happened. Someone loves me that much? And not just any someone, but Blaine Anderson? The perfect lead singer of the Warblers who I'd thought had merely taken pity on me? "So, um, what do you think?" he asked.
"Blaine…you can write?" It was the first thing that I could think of to say, and my eyes went wide. Oh, god, that's not what I'm supposed to say. But he chuckled.
"Um, I guess. I just, I don't want to act like a protective weirdo, it's just…I've never been this happy before, Kurt, and I just don't want to lose the one thing in my life that really makes me happy to some guy who just walks in and is better than me in every possible way without even having to try."
And even though I thought we'd already gone through this, I knew it had never truly been dealt with. And was hanging out with an older guy to seem cool really worth making Blaine feel this way? While I couldn't help being flattered, I knew what I needed to do to make everything right. "Blaine, I will make you a deal. I won't get too friendly with guys you don't know if you at least try to trust me a little more. Because I swear on my life I would never hurt you." There was a silence, and then Blaine's face broke into the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen.
"Ok," he said, and I leaned in to kiss his perfect lips.
Ok, so, this is going to be the end of this one (yeah, I know, wa wa waaaa), but I have an excuse. Well, not so much an excuse as a reason. So, I've got like six different stories going on at once right now, and I've also got like four more ideas and two other stories I'm writing and haven't yet put up here. Needless to say I'm a little overwhelmed. So, I know this is the most popular story I have, so I want you to leave a review telling me which stories I should keep and which ones I should toss, because there are way too many right now and I don't want them all to just have lame abrupt endings.
So, here are the stories I'm working on, and I want you guys to tell me which ones you're most interested in reading (yeah, it's a lot of work, I know, but bare with me!):
1. Blaine's background story from hiding in the closet to telling Kurt he loves him, all told from his point of view.
2. This one is AU. It's Blaine at Westerville High. He's the big man on campus and whatnot, head of the football team, dating the hottest girl in school, blah blah blah. But then, of course, Kurt shows up, and changes absolutely everything. Obviously Blaine is immediately smitten, but is he willing to throw away everything he has for the boy he loves?
3. This is based off a story by Devil Of My Family, you may have already read it called 'Yours,' a story about a rich boy (Blaine) who falls in love with his slave (Kurt). I set it in the 1800s and I'm just pretending that any bottom class citizen was a slave as opposed to just blacks (I'm not sure if that's historically accurate, but it's my AU, so I don't give a damn!).
4. Remember how in the glee movie everyone was in character? Well, I'm playing off that a little and writing their interviews Rolling-Stone style (the interviews they didn't put online or in the movie). This is all the characters, by the way.
I think that's about it. I'm sure there are more, but I can't remember right now. Anyway, I plan on putting all of those out there at some point, but I don't want to put them all out at the same time, so, let me know!