Hello Guys! Emilie here! So, once again, it's been a week, and I do believe that it's going to be updates like that from now on, so I think that's what you should expect. Actually, I wanted to have this up earlier, (yesterday) but I have been having sooooo much drama lately with my friends, I didn't have time to finish the chapter last night. I hate drama. A lot. But, I love my friends, so I put up with it. Also, this is definitely my favorite chapter so far. Obviously, it means... IT'S HERE. (If you do not know what that is, I assure, by the end of the chapter, you will know what it is.) Also: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE LOVELY REVIEWS! Honestly, they make my day, and they're like freaking candy to me. I wasn't even expecting one... :) So, to those of you who review, (shoutout to StarsUponTheBarricades who has review every chapter) thank you so much! 3
Also, on another note, (incase you haven't noticed,) this story is AU. Just a little with the Klaine, y'know? And I don't plan on making Kurt a baby penguin either. He's just too damn sexy. 3 I also have my OC in here, Quincy Jacobs. This is very brief, but don't worry... he'll be back.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Although I kinda wish I owned Darren Criss. And Chris Colfer, I would give him to my friend Lucas.
Without further ado: Chapter Five: Auditions
Chapter 5: Auditions
"Please Kurt!" Blaine whined.
"Non." No.
"Come on Kurty. Please? You know how bad I am at this." Blaine batted his eyelashes and pouted. Kurt was trying to stay strong and not give in. The library was nearly empty in the mid afternoon, and Blaine was trying his hardest to get his best friend's help.
"Non. Je ne vous aidera pas jusqu'à ce que vous parler en français." No. I won't help you until you speak in French.
"Kurt. All I heard was 'parler' which I know means speak, and 'français' which I know means French. Which is exactly what I need; to speak French. So can you please, pretty, pretty, please, help me?" Blaine begged, whipping out his puppy dog eyes. The countertenor used all of his strength to not cave. He stayed determined.
"Oui Blaine. Vous êtes un chiot très mignon, mais je ne vais pas vous aider jusqu'à ce que vous parler en français." Yes Blaine. You are a very cute puppy, but I won't help you until you speak in French.
"S'il vous plait?" Please? Blaine tried, yet he was slightly pleased with himself because he heard 'mignon' which he knew meant cute.
"Plus! Plus grand phrases, Monsieur." More! Bigger sentences, mister. Kurt ridiculed.
"Oh! Monsieur now? I see how this is. J'adore le nom de Monsieur Anderson. Et toi?" I love the name Mr. Anderson. And you?
"Anderson, tu es changes de sujet. Tu vex mon aide en français ou pas?" Anderson, you're changing the subject. Do you want my help in French or not? Kurt asked in his flawless French accent sternly, yet joking at the same time. He pointed at the still closed textbook on the smooth wooden table where they sat.
"Uh…" Blaine stumbled, trying to understand what his friend said. "Yes?" His answer came out unsure, like a question. The boy with the coiffed hair just arched a perfectly shaped brow in question. "Oh! Uh, I mean, oui." Yes.
"Très bon!" Very good! "Now I can speak in English!"
"Oh, thank God," Blaine breathed. Kurt just chuckled.
"Now Blaine, we're in completely different levels of French, - I'm nearly fluent - so you need to tell me what you are learning about. I take it that you took Italian at your old school? And now you're in French II?
"Yeah, uh, we're learning -er verbs. Y'know like manger, aider, adorer, detester, nager, etc. And, yeah, I'm fluent in Italian," he told Kurt.
"Okay, so you just need help with like, conjugation? Or diction? Or just knowing what the words mean?"
Blaine ducked his head in embarrassment. "Uh, all of it?" Kurt simply grinned at his friend's behavior.
"It's okay. We can get it down. I have been told that I'm pretty good at French."
"Have you, now?"
"I have. In my sophomore year I helped the Cheerios win Nationals by doing a fourteen minute long Celine Dion medley entirely in French.
"Cheerios?" Blaine questioned, interested.
"Oh, that's what McKinley calls their cheerleaders," Kurt said simply, not noticing Blaine's shocked expression.
"You," Blaine started, pointing at Kurt, "were a cheerleader?"
"Yeah, why? Is that bad?" Kurt suddenly looked upset at what he thought was his friend's disapproval.
Blaine's eyes bulged. "W-what?" he spluttered. "No!" he said far too quickly. "I'm just a little surprised, to be honest. I think it's awesome though, Kurt! And for fourteen minutes too! Damn Hummel. What other secrets do you have in store?" he asked, poking the countertenor's hand.
Kurt turned his head away bashfully.
"Oh God, there really is more? I was kidding! Ooh! Now you have to tell me!"
"Ugh, fine," Kurt complied, looking up and meeting Blaine's eye again. "Also in my sophomore year… ," he rushed out.
Blaine simply looked confused. "I'm sorry, could I catch that again? I didn't quite get it," he asked honestly, with his dapper manners kicking in, not to get Kurt to embarrass himself. He saw his best friend's nervous expression. He gently laid both of his hands on top of the pale, smooth ones before him. "Kurt, you know I won't judge you right? You can tell me anything." He flashed Kurt a warming smile.
Kurt's expression suddenly shifted from nervous and on edge, to proud, as Blaine gave his hands a squeeze. The porcelain boy kicked up his feet on the table,- something very uncharacteristic for him - and grinned at Blaine.
"So, you like football, right Blaine?" Kurt inquired, moving his hands away from Blaine's and putting them behind his head.
"Yeah! I fool around on the field with Wes and David every once in a while. I love the Buckeyes. Why?" There was a knowing glint in Kurt's eyes.
"So last year,- it was only for like, a week - I played kicker for the McKinley High Titans." Blaine's jaw dropped and his eyes bulged. Kurt Hummel, the Kurt Hummel, had played football?
"What?" was all he could manage, as he was flabbergasted.
"Mhm. Your hearing is all right, I assure you. Granted, the only reason I joined was to impress Finn." Jealousy boiled inside of Blaine instantly. He knew that it was a silly 'straight guy' crush and it was a while ago, but he couldn't help himself. Cool it, Anderson! Finn's his brother now! It's brotherly love! "It didn't work though, and I quit like, a week later, but I did help them win their first game of the season. Thanks to Beyonce anyway."
Blaine quirked an eyebrow. "Beyonce?"
"Mhm. The one and only. The only way I could kick properly was if I danced and warmed up to 'Single Ladies.' I had this whole routine and taught it to the whole team. It was actually rather amusing. Tina, Brittany, and I even made a video of us doing the choreography in my basement."
"Can I see it?" Blaine blurted out, before thinking. God, now I must seem like a total idiot. I do that to myself a lot in front of him. Ugh. I wonder what's hotter: Kurt in a cheerleading uniform, or Kurt in a football uniform? Oh God, why does he do this to me? How am I supposed to not jump him right now?
"What! No! I was young and had a chubby baby face. Ugh. My outfit was fabulous, but my dad came down in the middle of the performance. I wasn't out to him and I told him that Brittany was my girlfriend. I ended up coming out to him after the game. That was a really busy week, now that I think about it." Blaine already knew Kurt's 'coming out' story, just not the rest of the events that went along with it, like the football and 'Single Ladies'.
Blaine chuckled. "Can I please see it? Please? Or I might have to go hunting! Or force you to do it for me. Either one." Blaine held out his hands menacingly, and wiggled his fingers, threatening to tickle his petite friend.
"Blaine Anderson! You're evil! But we have French to work on!"
"Stupid French," Blaine muttered. "Fine." He huffed out a breath and flipped open his textbook, getting ready to study.
"Okay, can you tell me how to conjugate adorer?" to love? Kurt asked. "Last one, I promise. I think an hour and a half is long enough right?"
"I think it's good! Thanks for helping me Kurt, I'm gonna ace that test tomorrow!"
"Anytime. French is easy for me."
Blaine smiled at his friend and then he remembered that he had a verb to conjugate. "Right, so adorer. J'adore, tu adores, il/elle/on adore, nous adorons, vous adorez, ils/elles adorent. Is that good?"
Kurt nearly squealed. "That's perfect, Blaine! You've conjugated every verb right!" He paused. "Okay. Get up. Come on. Stand up."
Blaine looked puzzled. "Uh, okay?"
They both stood up and Kurt raced around to the other side of the table. Then, before he knew it, Kurt had Blaine wrapped in the biggest bear hug you could ever get. They stood together, tangled in each other's arms in their secluded area of the library. After two minutes of being lost in each other and wishing - hoping - that they never had to let go, Blaine finally broke the comfortable silence that had settled around them.
"What was that for?" he asked, though not in an accusing tone.
"Being an awesome student, and somehow making tutoring fun," Kurt replied sincerely.
"Well I have a pretty great teacher."
"Yeah, you really do," Kurt retorted cheekily, winking even though Blaine couldn't see his face. "But I'd say I have a pretty great student too."
"Oh, do you? Who is this guy?" Blaine was joking around as well, but was this it? Kurt thought. Is this my opportunity to tell him how I feel? What I think about him? The countertenor took a deep breath.
"Well, he's super sweet. He thinks he's not good at French, but really he is. His hair looks way better when it's not gelled. His eyes are one of the most beautiful, interesting hazels I have ever seen. And oh! His voice, don't even get me started on his voice. This guy can nail and song and he has the most amazing tenor range I think I've ever heard. And his teacher just thinks-"
"Hey Blaine!" a voice chirped. The two boys, who had still been hugging - and Blaine relishing in it, just wishing he could kiss Kurt - jumped apart at Trent's voice. "Uh, Kurt," he greeted, voice suddenly colder.
"Uh." Blaine cleared his throat. "Um, h-hey Trent. What's up?"
"Oh, um, well Jeff told me you were in here, and… well I just needed to ask you something, but uh, Kurt's here, so… uh, I'll just talk to you later Blaine." Trent spun on his heel and all but flew out of the room.
"What was that all about?" Kurt asked, rubbing his arm behind his back and staring at the place from which Trent vanished.
Blaine faltered. "Uh… I-I don't know. That was really weird." He paused and his expression changed from confused to angry. "Ugh! I'm gonna kill Jeff! I specifically told him I wanted to be alone with you!" Kurt quirked an eyebrow. You wanna be alone? With me? Blaine saw Kurt's shocked expression. "Uh, that came out wrong." Blaine's thoughts disagreed. I lied. I love being alone with you. "I meant for studying." Not. "I just told him that I really needed help with my French and stuff, so I wanted just you to help me, y'know?" Okay, that was true, I did tell him that, but still just want to spend time with Kurt.
"I understand, but Trent was just really weird…"
"Yeah, I wonder where that came from? Hm… what do you think he was gonna ask me?"
"I wouldn't know," Kurt snapped. Lie. That just confirmed my suspicion that he likes Blaine. Oh joy. And now, my perfect moment was gone. Ruined. Now Trent's probably going to get him first. Oh Gaga.
Blaine was suddenly noticed Kurt's cold, upset demeanor. The two were still standing in the middle of the library and he reached out and put a comforting hand on Kurt's shoulder. "Hey, you okay? I'll talk to him later."
Blaine stared into Kurt's glasz eyes, and he noticed they had changed from the bright, happy blue-green with the yellow specks, to a now more gray, faded, gloomy blue. "Hey, Kurt?" Blaine asked.
"Hm?"
"How do you say eyes in French?"
"Les yeux."
"Well Kurt, tu as de beaux yeux aussi." You have beautiful eyes too.
"Merci." Thank you. Kurt whispered. With that, he swiftly kissed Blaine on the cheek, grabbed his messenger bag, and flounced out of the room, feeling a little prouder.
I, Kurt Hummel, according to the one and only, Blaine Anderson, have beautiful eyes. I think my day is made. Officially. Kurt practically skipped out of the library. He was moving swiftly through the halls in order to get back to his room. He just had to go tell Mercedes about his afternoon - the good and the bad. Kurt was practically exploding with emotion. He didn't know whether to be extremely overjoyed with the fact that Blaine had just indirectly called him beautiful, or weeping over the fact that he had just lost his perfect opportunity to tell Blaine about his feelings. Add to that the fact that Trent also liked Blaine, and was about to ask him out. He was so preoccupied with his thoughts he didn't even see the boy right in front of him when he rounded the corner.
He smashed right into him, effectively sending this unknown boy's books to the ground.
"Oh, my God! I'm so sorry!" Kurt squeaked, his voice an octave higher than usual. He immediately bent down and helped this stranger with his fallen items. They picked up the articles and when Kurt finally got a good look at the student in front of him he was met with a pair of stunning green eyes - emerald, almost with specks of brown and gold scattered. Did that make them hazel? The boy was a few inches taller than himself and had styled, sandy blonde hair.
"It's no problem, really. Thanks for helping though," mystery boy said in a smooth voice.
"It's my fault, honestly. No need to thank me," Kurt uttered, his voice returning to normal after the embarrassment faded.
"I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new?"
"Fairly. I transferred last month from William McKinley High. My name is Kurt, Kurt Hummel," the porcelain boy introduced himself, extending a hand.
"Nice to meet you Kurt, I'm Quincy Jacobs," he greeted back, taking the hand before him, shaking it and giving it a squeeze.
"Likewise," Kurt stated. "I'm sorry for knocking your books down again, but I have to go." Kurt was slightly distracted by this new acquaintance, but knew he really needed to go talk to Mercedes. He released Quincy's hand and gave a small wave.
"I'll see you around then Kurt, it was a pleasure to finally put the name to the face. I've heard a lot about you, newbie." Quincy had a small smirk playing on his lips and Kurt could've sworn that he winked as he turned on his heel on walked away.
Blaine's thumb traced over his check where Kurt's lips had just been. Kurt Hummel just fucking kissed me on the cheek! And he wasn't mad this time! I could scream right now. Or skip. Or go slap Jeff. Or just go find Kurt again and ravish the hell out of him. Either one. Maybe all of them. He shook his head of his crazy thoughts. He gathered his notes and book from where he and Kurt had been studying, and walked out of the library with a spring in his step. He was still confused though; what was Trent going to ask him? Why was he so rude to Kurt? Nobody's allowed to be rude Kurt in front of Blaine, or not in front of Blaine, for that matter. His mind whirred, but he could come up with no answers. I don't understand why he had something so important to ask me, but he couldn't say in front of Kurt too! Could it have really been that important? Ugh! I need Katy Perry to blast and dance too. Now. Or at least after I yell at Jeff. Damn him.
He made it to his dorm room and opened the door in a rage, not even noticing the tie on the door. The tie. Fuck. Blaine recoiled as soon as he walked in the room and saw Jeff straddling Nick, kissing heatedly.
"Shit," he swore under his breath, turning to leave the room, but the two disheveled boys had already separated and stood. "Uh, sorry?" Blaine offered.
"Damn right you are! Did you not see the tie, smart one?" Jeff asked sarcastically, raising his hands in exasperation.
"I wasn't looking because I was mad!" Blaine exclaimed. Jeff just quirked an eyebrow, annoyed. "At you!" Blaine bellowed, poking Jeff square in the chest.
"What? Why? I didn't do anything!" Jeff crossed his arms and looked at his boyfriend, sending him a telepathic message to leave. "I'll talk to you later," he mouthed. Nick exited the room and closed the door behind him.
"Oh, yes you did! You told Trent where I was after he probably came to our room, and totally interrupted Kurt telling me something and it sounded like it was really important! Okay? I specifically told you to not tell anyone where I was! God, why can't you respect that for once! And Trent? Really? I know he's kinda creepily obsessed with me, but I have no idea why he would need to ask me anything, let alone not in front of Kurt!" Blaine exploded, yelling at Jeff, and then transitioned into combining his confusion into his rant.
"Really, Blaine?" Jeff asked sassily. "You really don't know? How thick are you? You pretty much just said it yourself! He's creepily obsessed with you; what else could he have to ask?" Blaine's eyes grew wide in realization. "He was going to ask you out, and couldn't because he knows Kurt has- I mean, you have feelings for Kurt. And if you can't realize that, well, then I have no idea how you're ever going to make this relationship work with him. Sometimes you have to stop being so damn oblivious!" Jeff was yelling now, and people several doors down could probably hear them, but neither boy cared. Jeff sat down on his bed on in exasperation, putting his head in his hands and quieted down, "Look Blaine, I'm sorry, but I really think you need to do something to tell him how much you like him."
Blaine sighed, and then began pacing. He was beyond confused. How was he supposed to do this? What if he gets shot down? What if Kurt is absolutely repulsed and never wants to talk to him again because his best friend is in love with him?
"Jeff… what in the name of hell am I going to do?" Blaine was just growing more and more frustrated and stuck on what to do. "How can I possibly do this without making a complete and utter idiot out of myself?"
Jeff thought this over, thinking about Blaine's strengths and weaknesses; he was bad about talking about his feelings, so an inspirational speech was out of the question. He probably would just forget what he was going to say and turn into a blubbering idiot. He was good at singing. What Blaine needed is to use his voice. "I think you should sing to him," Jeff stated bluntly.
Blaine's eyes bulged in shock. "What?" he asked, as that was all he could manage with that idea and all of his other thoughts running through his head. "H-how do you expect me to do that? Like what, serenade him?"
"Of course," Jeff said a matter-of-factly. "In front of everyone, too."
"WHAT?" Blaine repeated.
"It'll make it more special, more hmm… sentimental. Like, as if you're announcing it to everyone, and that you're proud. 'My name is Blaine Anderson and I'm in love with Kurt Hummel!'" Blaine rushed over and clapped a hand over his platinum blonde friend's mouth.
"Jeff. Shut. Up. You can't just yell that out!"
"Too late."
Blaine rolled his eyes, but continued on with stating his thoughts. "But… what if he doesn't like me or I make a total fool of myself in front of everyone? Where am I going to do it? Oh god, what the hell am I gonna sing?"
Jeff grinned slyly. "Oh Blainers, you might make a fool of yourself, but I assure you; Kurt will love it. As for where you will do it, Warblers rehearsal, of course. I will force Wes to take out ten minutes of practice just for you - I'll go talk to him in a little while - and as for what you're gonna sing, well Blainers, that's up to you." Blaine's mouth was agape. "So you're gonna do it, right?" Blaine didn't have a chance to respond before his roommate spoke again. "Good. I'll so speak to Mr. Gavel Man now."
And with that, Jeff turned on his heel, leaving Blaine with his thoughts and an iPod full of songs to look through.
"'Cedes, I've been in this school for a month. Just a month. And it's huge. You don't expect me to know everyone do you?"
"No," she finally agreed. "But White Boy, you best be figuring this stuff out. What do you mean you might not be able to tell him again?"
"I told you already, Trent interrupted my beautiful, put together speech as I was just about to say it, and then, of course, the moment was gone, and I'm not sure if another one will come along. Also, I can't even be sure that Quincy is gay, wink or no wink. I did kiss Blaine on the cheek, but that could be considered completely platonic." Kurt was venting everything he had in him from the afternoon that had just folded out before him to his webcam, where Skype was running. Mercedes was on the screen in front of him and she was listening and contemplating intently. The countertenor had already told her everything including his encounter with this unknown Quincy, but he was still running over things several times, digging deeper and trying to understand what they could mean.
"Did he blush?" Mercedes inquired. Kurt thought back to the little moment he and Blaine had had in the library.
"Hmm… I don't know. I didn't see. As soon as I kissed him I walked out of the room. Great. Now I just need to plug in my iPod and put on some nostalgic, wistful music about how I can't sort out my feelings and that boys suck."
"Aww, Kurt, don't get down on yourself. I know things will get better for you, White Boy… and this Quincy boy was cute right?"
Kurt rolled his eyes, and told his friend, "Mercedes, he was gorgeous, but I… I just can't think of anyone else but Blaine. I mean, it's been more than an entire week since we talked about the kiss… but I think getting closer to him in our friendship made me like him even more. Ugh. I'm hopeless, girl, hopeless." He glanced at his watch. "I gotta go now anyway, homework and dinner soon."
"Okay Kurt, keep in touch. Love you, White Boy."
"Love you too, 'Cedes. Have a good night." He hit the end button on his call and put his head in his hands. He was about to run a hand through his hair, but he stopped himself before he could ruin his perfectly coiffed do. His thoughts were whirring so much, from topic to topic, every little scene that had occurred in his short afternoon, that he couldn't even bring himself to open the Calculus textbook that lay still on his desk. His mind thoughts kept straying back to Blaine and Quincy and Trent. Kurt was absolutely sure that Trent liked Blaine. It was exceptionally obvious how obsessed he was with the lead Warbler; he would always complement his hair or his work, but mostly would just swoon over Blaine's singing like an obsessed fangirl. After today, Kurt was absolutely positive that Trent liked Blaine like that. Not only had he said that Blaine was the hottest out of the gay Warblers on bonding night, he also was about to ask him out on a date. Kurt just knew it.
The countertenor's inner optimist had told him that Trent was most certainly not Blaine's type, - as they had talked about their types together once, not in full graphic detail, but briefly. Kurt had said he liked stocky, well built boys, who were in shape. He had also mentioned that he had a thing for hazel eyes, but that could be anyone. Blaine had said he liked tall, lean boys, and he preferred light eyes, such as blue or green. Both of them were vague, but had shown just the slightest description of each other - Trent was around the same height as Blaine himself, he had dark brown eyes, and he wasn't lean either. Although the description didn't match, personality is also key in a relationship. Blaine and Kurt have not had that conversation yet, and the glasz eyed boy made a mental note to bring it up. He didn't know how to feel about Trent being attracted to Blaine; Blaine of course was perfect, he definitely understood why Trent liked him, but he just couldn't seem to grasp the concept of someone else liking the tenor other than himself.
Kurt also noted something else; he knew almost all of the Warblers knew about his crush on Blaine, but Trent always seemed to ignore it, or he never once commented on it or teased him about it. Trent usually came off as passive, submissive. Kurt groaned in frustration.
This Quincy Jacobs character, now he was something else. Yes, he was gorgeous. His eyes were definitely one of the most interesting he had ever seen; their green, almost hazel color was intriguing, piercing - fiery almost, as he was dangerous or enchanting. He couldn't help but compare them with Blaine's beautiful eyes. His best friend's eyes were almost orbs of honey, with the most beautiful ambers and greens swirling in them and forming rings around his pupils. There were specks that dusted themselves throughout. His eyes were stunning, gorgeous, indescribable, breathtaking even. Kurt could stare into them for hours and never get bored. Quincy had sandy blonde hair, styled up - which had sparked a little twinge in Kurt's gaydar, but could prove nothing - and it resembled Finn's in a way, just a little longer. Blaine, on the other hand, usually gelled his hair, parting it and looking very sharp and dapper - although, Kurt did love when he let his curls loose, looking free and absolutely adorable. Quincy was taller than Kurt - only by a few inches - and stood around six feet. Blaine stood at about 5'8" and was shorter than Kurt. The two boys were barely alike, and Kurt could not deny that Quincy was very, very attractive, but he liked Blaine so much, that it almost felt like he was cheating on him by just thinking about another guy, and they weren't even dating.
Kurt groaned again and pulled himself from his thoughts about boys, he opened his textbook, but different thoughts overtook him. Sectionals was in about a week and a half. It was Tuesday now, and the competition was not this upcoming Saturday, but the following one. Would he be able to try out for a solo? Was he good enough for a solo? The only people in the Warblers who had heard him sing for real - without anybody else, to his iPod, or just goofing off - were Blaine and Thad. Blaine was his best friend, so naturally he had begged to hear him sing when he found out he was a countertenor. Thad was the council member that had heard him sing when he tried out for the Warblers. All he had to sing were the opening bars to "Defying Gravity" and Thad had immediately welcomed him. It was the first time the Warblers had had a countertenor in their midst in fourteen years, so the council member had been ecstatic. Kurt had thought about putting his name on the audition sheet, and he had gone up to where it sat on the council's desk on several occasions after rehearsal. He would wave everyone off, telling them not to wait for him as he pretended to riffle through papers or scan the room. The he would walk over to the desk where the paper and pen chained to the desk would sit. He would pick up the black inked pen hesitantly and look down at the sheet below him. He would see the names written out before him.
Blaine Anderson was scrawled out in his messy, yet perfectly boyish and easily legible print.
Jeff S. Sterling was inked out in perfect cursive with a loop on the g that wove above the other letters and stopped on top other i, dotting it. Nick Duval was jotted down disorderly, but there was a perfect little heart next to his name with an arrow that lead up to his boyfriend's name.
Finally, Trent Nixon was scribbled down in what looked like it was written in a rush.
Kurt would hesitantly pick up the pen, have it almost touch the paper, then drop the pen hastily and rush out of the room, clinging to his messenger bag.
The countertenor contemplated whether he should audition, and then decided he would consult Blaine or Thad about it later. He picked up his binder and began on his homework, giving himself an hour before dinner at 7:45, and knowing he would have to come back up here and finish late at night.
Blaine was about to scream in his growing frustration. He had been searching online, through his iPod, and even Jeff's iPod, looking for the perfect song. It could be several things, really, a love song, - most likely a ballad - but it didn't necessarily have to be their story. It could just be a song describing Kurt. But there were no songs to put his best friend into words. Blaine had even picked up his pen and sacred notebook to jot something down, but nothing came to him. Usually he could just write songs on the spot, or he would at least have some ideas, but he was drawing a complete blank. Finally, after an hour of looking and attempting to write, he realized how late it was getting - along with how hungry he was - and decided to head down to the dining hall for a bite.
He left his dorm room and turned down the hall, only to see Kurt leaving his room as well. Blaine quickly caught up with his friend and greeted him with a cheery, yet exhausted, "Hey Kurt! Late dinner?"
"Mmh. I've just barely started my homework. I blame you and your French," Kurt fake-grumbled and giggled.
"Uh, you're the best?" Blaine offered, pouting.
"Yeah, I know." They both laughed now and continued on their journey in a comfortable silence. When they were approaching the double doors that led into the hall Kurt piped up again. "Hey, Blaine?"
"Yeah, Kurt?"
"Do you know who Quincy Jacobs is?"
Blaine's eyebrows knit with anger. What does Kurt need to know about him for? Especially a South Wing! He tried to stay calm as he spoke. "Uh yeah, I know him. We're not exactly friends per se. I mean he's a South Wing. But, why?" Blaine was extremely curious now.
"Oh, I just ran into him in the hallway." Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Literally. I wasn't paying attention and I smacked straight into him. His books went everywhere."
Blaine laughed. "You would."
"And you wouldn't?" Kurt retorted.
"Touché."
"I'm watching you, Anderson."
"Oh," Blaine sang. "So you like what you see?"
"Kurt smirked. "I guess you could say that." Whoops! Blaine thought. There goes my heart! Right. Out. Of. My. Chest. A smile lit up Blaine's face, but then quickly fell again when Kurt said, "But, I have a question about this Jacobs kid."
A scowl formed on the tenor's face and he almost growled, "What?" They pushed open the doors and headed towards the Warblers' table where only Thad and James sat.
"Hey," Kurt murmured, putting a comforting hand on Blaine's shoulder as they walked. "You okay?"
"Uh, yeah. It's just that, Quincy is not really a good friend of mine. Actually, more of an enemy, if you will. I mean, he's my top contender in boxing, fencing, and polo. I usually win, but uh, never mind…" he trailed off, deciding not to brag. Blaine just settled on answering Kurt's question. "So, what do you need to know?" Blaine inquired as calmly as he could.
"Well, uh, is Quincy gay?" Kurt asked timidly.
"Yeah. He is. Why?" Jealousy was pooling inside Blaine faster and faster. He couldn't prevent it. Why? He didn't know. There was absolutely no reason to even be remotely envious; Kurt was just being curious.
"No reason," Kurt said dismissively, though honestly. "I mean he set my gaydar off a little bit, but I was just wondering I'm still fairly new here and I just want to know who's out and about." Kurt flashed a smile towards his friend as they sat down, greeting their two other friends.
Kurt, Blaine, and Thad all ate in silence - James had finished almost immediately after Kurt and Blaine had arrived - and the dining hall was quickly emptying. Kurt was munching slowly on his meal, but his thoughts were swirling on how to bring up the topic of auditioning for his solo. Was he supposed to just be blunt and ask? Or should he ease into the conversation? Oh hell, he thought. Screw it.
"Do you guys think I should audition for a solo for sectionals?" Kurt asked forthright. The two other boys' eyebrows went up in surprise. Their answers were the same and in perfect unison.
"Definitely." Thad and Blaine looked at each other afterwards, smiling slightly at their unplanned symmetry, but kept to the topic. Blaine gestured for Thad to speak first.
"Kurt, I am all for you trying out for a solo. Not only are you the first countertenor on the Warblers in over fourteen years, I am on the council, so my vote is highly counted when trying out - along with Wes's and David's too, but all of the Warblers have a say as well. We try to keep it balanced. Your voice is one of a kind Kurt," Thad told him honestly. Kurt flushed and flashed a brilliant, yet shy smile to Thad at the compliment.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked tentatively.
Blaine thought over how he was going to respond. "You want my full and honest answer? No filter?" Kurt nodded nervously. "Fuck yes. Kurt, your voice is one of the most magnificent, angelic things I have ever heard. To be honest, I would be offended if you didn't try out."
On an impulse, as he was sitting next to Blaine, Kurt reached over and hugged him awkwardly, sideways. "You guys mean that?" he asked, still clinging on the Blaine - much to the tenor's bliss.
"Every word," Blaine said with a smile.
"Thank you," Kurt said quietly, and finally released Blaine, completely unaware that Blaine had inwardly sighed at the loss of contact. There was an awkward silence at the table, and Kurt was extremely uncomfortable, especially with that knowing glint he saw in Thad's eyes. "So Blaine, auditions are tomorrow; have you been thinking of any songs?"
"Crap. Auditions are tomorrow!" Then an expression Kurt couldn't describe fell upon his best friend's face. "That's it! I'm gonna sing it for my audition! Kill two birds with one stone! I have to go tell Jeff! He has to help me find a song!" Then, Blaine realized he was thinking out loud. "Okay guys, that probably made no sense, but I have to go. Now. Uh, I'll see you guys tomorrow, um, in class, Thad. Coffee tomorrow morning, like always Kurt?"
"Of course. See you later, Blaine," Kurt responded, but Blaine was already bounding out the doors of the hall, needing to find Jeff.
When Warblers practice rolled around the following day, Kurt's name was written neatly on the audition sign up sheet, as he had dragged Blaine there with him as they drank their coffee. They walked in the room together, side by side, and only two of their thoughts matched up.
I finally found the perfect song.
It took them both lots of time to finally find it, but they hoped that it would make the impression they needed to win.
Blaine was a mess of emotions; he was nervous to sing this song to Kurt, excited to see how he would react, - unless of course, he reacted badly, then it would fall under 'embarrassed for life'- worried about competing against him - along with the three other contenders, and happy to finally be able to belt his heart out and play his guitar. He took a deep breath as he sat down on one of the couches alongside his best friend, who he hoped was about to become something much more, and the meeting was called to order.
There were three bangs of a gavel and Wes was soon calling for the Warbler's attention. "Warblers, Warblers, your attention, please." The chatter that was in the room immediately died down. "As you all very well know today are the auditions for the solos at Sectionals. We have five people trying out today; Warbler Blaine, Warbler Jeff, Warbler Nick D., Warbler Trent, and Warbler Kurt."
The last name on the list surprised nearly everyone on the list - save Blaine and the council - and several murmurs of "Kurt's trying out?" or "I wonder if he can really sing!" were heard.
"Yes guys," Thad started, "Kurt's auditioning. Now speaking of which, who wants to go first?" None of the people auditioning raised their hands - Blaine had specifically requested to go last, and everyone else was just nervous. "Come on guys, no one?"
Kurt was thinking about it. Hard. He needed to prove himself as an artist. "I will." Kurt stood and walked to the front of the room. Nobody questioned him. "Can I use the piano?" he asked softly, yet still firm and confident.
"Of course," David said. "Be our guest. Being an a cappella group, the auditions are some of the only times we can use instruments."
"Thanks." Kurt strode over to the sleek, black grand piano and took a seat on its bench. "This song is called "The Way I Am" by Ingrid Michaelson. Before you ask, yes it is by a girl." Several Warblers closed their mouths. "No, female soprano notes are not out of my range, not that there are many high notes in the song, but I can sing "Defying Gravity" some other time - I'm known for singing female songs, and yes, I am a countertenor."
Flint gasped. "A countertenor? But we haven't had one in-"
"Fourteen years," Kurt finished. "Yes, I know. So this song, obviously, as I am single, is not really to anyone, but I like the message that it delivers - that love doesn't really take any particular shape or form, and that you can take people for who they are, not what they are." He turned his attention to the council. "Is that all you guys need for a quick introduction?"
"I believe that's good. Thank you Kurt, you may begin," Wes told him.
Kurt took a deep breath, put his hands on the keys before him, and began to sing and play.
If you were falling, then I would catch you.
You need a light, I'd find a match.
Kurt played the piano with all of his heart, his long, smooth fingers splayed across the keys. He sang his heart out, trying hard to not stare solely at Blaine as he performed. He couldn't help himself most of the time though, thinking, Blaine took me the way I was when I came here, and he still does.
Cause I love the way you say good morning.
And you take me the way I am.
When Kurt sang those lyrics, he really couldn't help himself when it came to thinking about Blaine. He thought about their coffee that they get every morning together. He thought of how he would get butterflies in his stomach and how his heart would flutter every time he would swing the door open after the three knocks to a smiling Blaine who would always greet him with a warm, cheery "Good Morning!"
If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
Your head is aching, I'll make it better.
Cause I love the way you call me baby.
And you take me the way I am.
I'd buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair.
Sew on patches to all you tear.
Cause I love you more than I could ever promise.
And you take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.
Kurt finished his song, getting off of the bench, and lowering himself into a bow, in bliss at the sound of the applause. He looked up to see Blaine beaming at him, and he saw the tenor shoot him a wink. His heart fluttered a little as he went to take his seat once again, next to Blaine on the couch.
"Well Kurt," Wes began, "I believe I speak for everyone when I say that that performance was absolutely magnificent, and you are most certainly a top contender for a solo."
Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you," he murmured, almost inaudibly.
Flint added, "I didn't really think that was your style, Kurt."
"It isn't for the most part. I'm more Broadway oriented." A smirk and a wink. "There's a lot you don't know about me."
"Who's next?" Thad addressed the other four participants. Trent, Jeff, and Nick all looked at each other, giving questioning glances on who was to sing next. As if it was some silent agreement, Nick stood and stated that he would be singing next.
"Uh, I just really love Matt Nathanson, so here it is; "Come On Get Higher." I'm gonna play the music, if you don't mind." Once the instrumental was playing, Nick took his seat in the front of the room on the stool, and just before he began to sing, he shot a wink at Jeff, who smiled flirtatiously.
Hearing Nicholas Duval sing really was a treat. Normally, he was a very quiet, reserved person. Of course, he knew how to have fun, and he loved to sing and laugh, but he wasn't too much of a talker - although his boyfriend tended to have his mouth in use for something else. It wasn't that Nick wasn't an open person either; he was a completely open book, but he was the kind of person who didn't share unless he was asked. He didn't really have anything to hide, but not too much to share either. His favorite thing to boast about was Jeff, who was the person he loved the most.
Nick and Jeff became best friends instantly when they met. It was one of those cases where opposites attract; Jeff is a very loud, talkative person, while Nick is quiet and reticent. They talk to each other the most though, and know everything about each other. It's what makes them such a perfect couple; they have no secrets, no regrets, nothing to hide.
Once he finished his number, there was another loud round of applause - though not as loud as his, Kurt noticed - and Nick returned to his seat, where Jeff gave him a congratulatory kiss before standing up to perform his own song. Jeff performed "Are You In?" by Incubus, and sang happily, flouncing about the room, occasionally casting coquettish glances Nick's way. The blonde was really just all out enjoying his number, singing with all of his heart and dancing around carelessly. Several other Warblers got up and danced along with him; Nick and Jeff danced around each other, Jesse tried - and failed - to shimmy, Flint, James, and Cameron, popped, locked, and dropped, and Blaine twirled Kurt around in a circle. Lots of the boys were giggling or laughing, and everyone was having a great time. Not only that, but Jeff was rocking his song and his voice suited it well.
After another round of applause - and an honorable mention to Jesse's failed shimmy - Jeff took his seat in between Nick and Kurt once again. Trent was up next. He rose from his seat and when to the front of the room, and sat himself on the stool.
"Hey guys, this number is called "Song For No One" by Miike Snow. Uh, there's no real reason behind me singing it, it's just a nice song," Trent introduced awkwardly.
He sang his song, but he never once left his stool and didn't try at all to interact with the other Warblers. He showed no emotion in his music, and his eyes were sadly, yet fiercely trained on the spot where Blaine's hand was nervously tracing small patterns on Kurt's lower thigh, close to his knee. His jealousy was growing, but he tried to not let it get the best of him. He concluded his number, with another round of applause (the softest yet, and least enthusiastic) and retreated to his seat.
Blaine knew it was his time to sing, so he was about to stand up, but he felt a hand on his, where he was about to remove it from Kurt's thigh. Kurt gave Blaine's soft, guitar calloused hand a quick squeeze and he whispered, "Good luck."
"Thank you." Blaine stood and headed to the front of the room, where he picked up his guitar where it was leaning against the wall. "Alright guys, today I have a really special number prepared for you, but before I get to that, I want to tell the four of you who auditioned: Nick, Jeff, Trent, and Kurt, that you were all really great, and I wish you all good luck in the competition."
"Thank you!" the four chorused.
"So, today, I'm singing a song called "Shine On" by a great little band called the Kooks. I'll be doing an acoustic cover, and I'm playing if for someone really special to me in here. I hope you know who you are." He coughed slightly, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Alright, uh, here it is." Blaine took a deep breath, holding on to his guitar for dear life, hoping that it would keep him planted, singing and playing, so that he could do this. Face his fears, and grow up, be a man. He began to sing, praying that he would get his message across.
Safety pins holding up the things That make you mine About your hair, you needn't care, You look beautiful all the time.
As soon as Blaine began to sing, Kurt was nearly breathless. His voice was so stunning, and his lyrics were beautiful. He couldn't help though, but wonder who he was singing for. Could it be him? Or was it for Trent? He doubted it was anyone else, but he tried to push his thoughts aside and just listen to Blaine; watch him, take in the beauty of his voice, and his appearance.
Blaine stared straight at Kurt, connecting their eyes, glasz meeting hazel, an unbreakable gaze. He hoped that staring at him would get the message across, but he could only wish upon his lucky stars that Kurt wanted to be serenaded.
Shine, shine, shine on Yes Wont you shine, shine on Your magazines, at people at the seams But you still read I must admit, I don't believe in it But I see how you get sucked in
Blaine had smiled at those lyrics, about Kurt and his avid Vogue reading; even though he was guilty himself, he decided not to alter the lyrics. Kurt was still meeting his eyes, with a beautiful smile splayed on his face, taking everything in. Blaine strummed his guitar, playing the chords with passion, emitting all of his feelings and emotions out in the song. Shine, shine, shine on Yes Won't you shine, shine on (Sha la la la) Shine, shine, shine on Yes Won't you shine, shine on Because you're not done
"You know, Kurt," Jeff whispered, "this song is for you." Kurt's eyes grew wider, but he refused to look at Jeff, who sat next to him, and managed to still continue looking at Blaine.
"What? I don't believe you. It can't be… I need to hear it from him. No one else. And a song doesn't really do it."
"Come on Kurt, do you even see how you're looking at each other right now? Whatever… but it is for you. I mean it. Whether you believe me or not is up to you." Kurt's mind raced with hopefulness and fears all at once, his fixed look at Blaine never wavering.
Why do you bite the hand that feeds you Why do you Why do you bite the hand that feeds...you! Shine, shine, shine on Yes Won't you shine, shine on (Sha la la la) Shine, shine, shine on Yes Won't you shine, shine on
You shine Kurt. You really do. You're beautiful. I want you to see that. Blaine's thoughts said it all; if only he could transmit that message somehow telepathically.
Safety pins holding up the things That make you mine About your hair, you needn't care You look beautiful all the time.
Once Blaine concluded his song, applause immediately erupted in the room, some people even stood, Kurt being one of them. Before anyone could even congratulate or compliment Blaine, he rushed over to Kurt, having other plans. He immediately took the countertenors soft, pale hand. "Can I talk to you outside? Just for a minute?" Blaine asked, slightly breathless, though not from his performance.
Kurt nodded and allowed himself to be lead out of the Warbler Hall and into the hall way, where the two stood by a small table. They were not followed by catcalls or hoots, because Jeff had shot everyone the iciest glare he had, in a way of telling them to shut up. The two boys stood in silence for a few agonizing moments, wondering what the other was thinking, hands still clasped.
Courage. They both told themselves.
Kurt found his voice. "W-was… was that for me?"
Blaine looked bewildered. Had he not caught on? I tried to be the most obvious as physically possible without actually saying your name. "Kurt… yes. It was. Kurt… y-you, you shine in every way possible, and I needed to tell you that, and I just… I think, I think I'm in love with you. I have been since you stopped me on that staircase. If you don't want this, I get it, I just, I had to tell you. I couldn't keep it bottled up inside anymore, and I had to tell-"
Blaine's babbling was effectively cut off by a pair of warm, soft lips on his. As soon as he registered it, that Kurt freaking Hummel was kissing him, he immediately wound his arms around his… his.. best friend? boyfriend?'s slim waist, kissing back with fervor, letting everything he had ever felt for the beautiful boy in his arms out in one kiss.
Before it got too heated, Kurt separated himself from Blaine, but left his arms wrapped around his neck. Pulling away with a Cheshire Cat grin on his face he said, "Now that, Mr. Anderson, was my first real kiss."
"Want a second?" Blaine asked cheekily, leaning in to kiss him again. He was stopped with a finger pressed up to his lips.
"We have time for that, Blaine," Kurt responded with a wink. "But first, I have a question." Kurt took a deep breath. "Blaine Anderson, will you be my boyfriend?" Blaine couldn't express his enthusiasm with words, so instead, he just kissed his boyfriend - boyfriend! - as a confirmation.
After they separated, not allowing their kisses to become too passionate while in a school hallway, Kurt asked, "I'll take that as a yes?"
"You'll take that as a hell, yes!" Blaine exclaimed, meeting Kurt halfway for another kiss, which was meant to be chaste. After a few moments, they got lost in each other, and Kurt's hands found their way to the loose curls at the nape of Blaine's neck, and Kurt's dress shirt came untucked where Blaine ran his fingers on the smooth skin of Kurt's pale lower back. They soon became more heated, more passionate, and they learned each other, becoming more trusting in the kiss. Somehow, their tongues found each other, swirling, dancing, just mapping out a new, yet welcome territory.
They broke apart at the cry of, "Come on, Trent! Don't be a douche! He didn't do anything, come on! Don't ruin it for them!" Trent was storming out of the Warbler hall, tears stinging his eyes, with an apologetic Andrew chasing after him. He mouthed, "I'm sorry," to the two boys who were still wrapped in each other's embrace.
Blaine whispered, pressing their foreheads together lovingly, "Kurt, as awful as I feel, I'll deal with that later. Right now, it's about me and you, and how happy we are. Nothing can change that." There was a brief pause before Blaine continued. "Now… are you ready to go face the wrath of the vicious Warblers who are probably determined to find out every little thing?"
"We'll just have to make them beg," Kurt told him promptly, and kissed him one more time, very softly, and unwound himself from Blaine's loving embrace. He took Blaine's hand in his, shamelessly for once, and entwined their fingers, ready to face the Warblers' pestering.
As soon as the new couple walked thought the doors to the Warbler Hall, they were immediately bombarded with a million questions.
Flint asked, "What happened?" He was then slapped by James. He gestured to their clasped hands.
"Are you that stupid?" James asked.
Flint held up his hands defensively. "Hey! They hold hands all the time. For all we know, it could very well be nothing," Flint reasoned. James rolled his eyes, then shrugged, realizing his friend's point.
"So, are you guys in looooove?" Cameron joked, drawling out the last word. Kurt looked away bashfully and Blaine's smile just grew wider, showing his pride. Cameron simply smirked, knowing the answer to his unanswered question.
"Did you get your mack on?" Jeff questioned, sounding weirdly like what Kurt thought Santana would say, and the blonde eyed Nick hungrily, but addressed Kurt and Blaine.
"Uh…" Kurt faltered.
"That's a yes," Jeff knew. "Totally a yes. Aww… my little Kurtsies and Blainers are all grown up. Cute." The two boys glared at their blonde friend, but couldn't keep their scowls on, as their smiles overwhelmed them again. More questions flooded their way, and they were only able to answer a few. Then, someone asked a question louder than all of the others being shot their way.
"SO IS KLAINE OFFICIAL?" Wes shouted. Some of the boys looked at him incredulously, shocked, as he never broke his "council-tude" while in practice. Everyone else was just curious about the answer.
Blaine, unsure of exactly how to answer the question, just acted on an impulse, a notion. He dropped Kurt's hand and turned to face him where they still stood in the middle of the room. Then, similarly to how Kurt had kissed him on bonding night - by grabbing his face - he kissed him square on the mouth, although not roughly or harshly.
Kurt was caught extremely off guard, and it took him a few moments to register what was happening; his boyfriend - boyfriend! Kurt still internally squealed at that word - had his lips on his. He finally started to kiss back when he realized he was probably just standing there like a stunned idiot.
He got so lost in Blaine that he barely heard the catcalls and whoops and cheers of the Warblers surrounding him. He was suddenly more enveloped in the embrace, kissing back with more fervor and heat and need. Blaine's arms wound their way back around Kurt's waist and Kurt's hands were playing with the curls that were coming lose from their cage of gel. Then Blaine's tongue was in his mouth, mapping the roof, running along his teeth, making him shiver. Kurt was so into the kiss that he almost forgot the others in the room, that is until Jeff exclaimed, "Alright munchkins! Cool it with the PDA! Save it for the bedroom! And please not ours Blaine, just please."
"No promises," Blaine sang.
"Okay!" Wes announced, bouncing back from his uncharacteristic outburst. "On that lovely, lovely note, I'm just going to fill you two boys in on what you missed. While you were out of the room - doing whatever you were doing and before Trent stormed out, with Andrew following - we started to take a vote on the solos."
"Oh. I almost forgot about that," Kurt admitted sheepishly.
"How?" David asked, taken aback. "Your voice was breathtaking."
Kurt blushed. "Thank you, but I was, uh, a little distracted with… um, other things."
"Ah. But anyway, Wes, continue."
"Thank you, David, Kurt. As you two were auditioning, your vote would not have been put in anyway, but I just wanted to fill you in that all the other Warblers have put in their votes. The council will make a final decision and the solos or duets will be ready by tomorrow, songs included."
Kurt and Blaine nodded, their hands finding their way back to each other. "Thank you," Kurt uttered quietly.
"Of course, Warbler Kurt. Is there anything else that you boys need to know? Or anyone else would like to mention?" There was no response, but a sly, wicked grin was forming on Cameron's face. "No okay then meet-"
"GET IT IN KLAINE!" Cameron exclaimed, running out of the double oak doors.
Wes just rolled his eyes, and restarted his sentence. "Meeting dismissed." There was a bang of a gavel, and a flood of the remaining Warblers out of the room.
Kurt and Blaine still stood in the middle of the hall, hands clasped.
Kurt spoke, breaking the easy silence. "Listen Blaine, you don't know how happy I am about this. I really, honestly am. I just want to warn you… I've never been anyone's boyfriend before. I'm a sucker for romance. I don't know how relationships work. I don't know about physical aspects of relationships. Really, all I know, is that I'm with you; and with you, we can do anything." Kurt spoke nervously and unsurely.
Blaine hugged him, holding him close in his arms. "Kurt… we're in this together. I've never been in a relationship either. As for romance, that's not exactly my forte. We can learn together, anything and everything. As for physicality, I can teach you what I know and what we don't, know we can learn together. Education is important. Step by step. We won't have to worry about over stepping boundaries or limits - we're in this together, and we can learn to respect how far we're willing to go. You're right. All that matters is that you and me baby, we can do anything."
Kurt took in his words and kissed him softly, sweetly. "Together," he whispered against Blaine's lips, and passionately kissed him again.
What are you guys thinking about Michael 3x12? I am so excited, personally. I'm also extremely disappointed that Blaine's not going to be in the Valentine's day episode. Me creysss!