A/N: I just couldn't resist. This story will be continued. Sigh. I really need to stop starting new stories. Two of the main reasons why I'm continuing is because 1: the reviews were amazing, 2: i was on pandora, and suddenly its not over by secondhand serenade came on (used that for another story), then RIGHT after, jasey rae (acoustic) came one, THEN RIGHT AFTER, another song came out that i wont reveal because i'm going to be using it later in the story, and it's one of my favorite/inspirational songs to listen to while writing. so YES. Also, there will most likely be a song used in every chapter, if not two from now on.
This story may be going in a different direction than you thought. Kurt will be slightly OOC, in the way that he didn't go after his New York / Broadway dream. You'll see where he is now/what his job is with this chapter. Hope you'll come to love this story as much as I do.
Blaine blinked once. Twice. And the third time he was gone. Kurt was gone. Maybe he had just been hallucinating. He stared strangely at the stool near the back of the room, making some people in the crowd to turn their heads to see what he was looking at. He was positive that he had seen the familiar body holding a drink in hand, eyes sparkling mischievously. The crowd murmured to each other in confusion and he quickly snapped back to attention when he heard Santana hissing behind him.
"Sorry guys, just zoned out a little, now where were we? Jasey Rae?" he smiled smoothly and the crowd cheered when he began strumming his guitar.
He was off his game that night. He wasn't hitting the high notes, his strumming rhythm went off beat multiple times, and he forgot some lyrics and chords randomly. Thankfully their fans were understanding and only cheered him on even though they had paid to watch him mess up over and over again. They sang for him when he paused and blanked out, not remembering lyrics. And people only clapped along when his strumming paused. When the show was over, Finn gave him a small shove to the shoulder playfully when they walked back to their bus.
"What kind of cat got your tongue tonight, you're not usually like this." Tina said worriedly and Blaine just sighed and shrugged. Santana, being one to hold grudges, glared annoyingly at Blaine as they headed towards the bunks in the back of the tour bus.
"Just make sure you get your head in the game for the show tomorrow, it's the last of the tour. I don't want people to know us as the band that finished their sold out tour terribly." Santana grumbled angrily, flopping in her bunk and yanking the curtains shut forcefully. Blaine only rolled his eyes at his friends anger and mumbled a goodnight to Tina and Finn before sliding into his own bunk.
He glared at the top of his bunk, wishing that he could burn holes and scald Santana's sleeping form. He tossed and turned in the thin sheets and pursed his lips when he realized that he wasn't going to get any sleep that night. He was officially back to square one.
He was so sure that it was Kurt Hummel that he saw at the back of the venue. But he had dissappeared right when he introduced Jasey Rae, at least if he was even there in the first place. God, he was going insane.
Blaine pulled out his ipod from the pocket of his bunk and turned on the playlist that had been his sanctuary weeks after he landed in LA. Why Kurt Hummel had effected him like that back then, he didn't know. He didn't know how Kurt had managed to waltz into his life with those emotional eyes and mark his place, right in the middle of Blaine's mind. Dare he say, heart.
He let his face fall in the confines of his expensive pillow, before he realized how stupid he was being, because who could breathe when they were being smothered by memory foam. He turned to his side and sighed when the soothing sound of a guitar filling his ears, and his breathing evened out until he was slowly falling asleep.
Thankfully, Blaine had been energized by three coffees by the end of the night, and their last show had been a success. He had gotten off stage and gone to the VIP area, talking with a few fans who paid extra, signing autographs, and taking pictures. He and Santana answered a few questions for unofficial interviews and then the whole group headed backstage. Blaine immediately went into the room that held his guitar, and the others had gone to the dressing room, if not the bus.
He had been absentmindedly strumming his guitar and thinking of new lyrics when his new manager, Will Shuester walked into the room with a smile.
"Ready for another tour, Anderson?" Blaine looked up from his guitar and squinted his eyes at his manager. They had just finished the last show of their spring tour, and here his manager was, backstage and bringing up more information of another tour. But this was how he made money, Blaine reminded himself. He should be thankful that he got many opportunities to go out and play for the fans.
"I'm up for it." Blaine smiled, and Will gave a firm pat to his back before sitting across from him.
"It's going to be pretty similar to the tour we just finished. Small venues, tight crowds, sold out shows. One other band is opening for you guys. They're called New Directions, they just entered Kaleidoscope records, so this will be a good promotional tour for them." Blaine nodded rhythmically to his manager as he strummed a few chords and murmured some lyrics that came to mind.
"If you want to hear one of their songs, I'm pretty sure Santana and Finn are listening to their EP at the bus. Their singer's got a unique voice. Didn't think he was a boy at first honestly. And Santana's getting 'sore throats' a lot lately, so their singer can team up with us for some songs where we need some higher pitched harmony." Blaine listened carefully and shrugged at Will's suggestion in agreement.
"What's the singer's name?" Blaine asked curiously, setting his guitar down on the couch and pulling on his jacket to head towards the bus and listen along with Finn and Santana. He was only a few steps away from the door when Will replied, and Blaine froze immediately.
"His name's Kurt."
There were more Kurts in the world, Kurt was a pretty common name, it couldn't be that Kurt, Blaine thought. But then Will walked past Blaine, and handed him a poster on the way out. Blaine quickly rolled it open and his mouth dropped open at the photo in front of him.
At the top of the poster, in bold was printed New Directions, and a few inches below the name he saw a guy holding drumsticks tightly in his hands with a mohawk. Then he saw a blonde girl with a keytar gripped tightly in her hand with a slightly confused but happy expression. He saw another blonde guy with almost abnormally full lips with a guitar slung around his shoulder. Then he saw a tall and muscular asian boy, with a bass leaning against his knee.
But most importantly, in the middle of the whole group, he saw a pale hand gripping a mike stand, and a lean body with unblemished skin and a confident smile. And blue eyes. Baby blue fucking eyes. He had memorized the curve of those hips along with the curve of that smile, it was no mistake who their lead singer was.
It was Kurt Hummel.
Blaine was royally fucked.
"Where are we going." Blaine said gruffly, he had spent all of last night sitting in his bed worriedly, ignoring his bandmates when they called him over to listen to New Direction's EP with them. He had refused to listen, and although he was acting childish, he was just afraid to listen to Kurt's voice. He had stayed up all night in conflict with himself, wondering if he should listen to the EP that was only a few feet away from his bunk, or to continue fuming silently in worry and anxiety in his bunk. He went with the latter, and didn't get any sleep that night. What a small world, he still couldn't believe the situation he was in. He vaguely remembered Kurt telling him about his want to perform at Broadway, it was just another thing Blaine wouldn't have been able to give him. But Broadway and.. this 'scene' were almost complete opposites, he wondered exactly how someone could make such a drastic turn in dreams. But, his lack of sleep explained his current grumpy mood, because he had been in the middle of a power nap when Santana dragged him out of the bus and into a small van.
"We're going to a venue a few hours away, to a small party held by New Direction. In celebration of the new tour and to welcome them to Kaleidoscope Records." Tina explained, and Blaine woke immediately.
"What? Now?" Blaine asked frantically, looking out the window to see they had passed by various fast food chains, and were entering the interstate.
"When else," Santana rolled her eyes, glancing down at her nails before turning aroung and giving a genuine smile to her bandmates, excluding Blaine.
"Wasn't their EP pretty awesome, though? I mean the lyrics were great, their singer must've gone through a whole lot of shit to write stuff like that." Santana seemed pleased with the band that was opening them. Which was a good thing, because when she didn't like their opening bands, she was notorious for pulling unexpected pranks when they performed. But Santana's remark only made Blaine more curious.
"Yeah, and he's cute too," Tina giggled in response and something clicked in Blaine.
"He's gay." Blaine snapped, and his bandmates raised their brows at him curiously.
"U-um, well, I mean, that's what it said on Google." Blaine explained, shying away from Santana's suspicious glare.
"It tells you stuff like that on Google?" Finn asked with a confused expression. Tina snorted, and then they were discussing the EP again. Blaine sighed in relief to himself, but there was still something in him that fired up when he thought of the way Tina mentioned that Kurt was cute.
Sure Kurt was about cute as a fucking puppy, and the way he blushed reminded Blaine of a shy school boy. But that 'school boy' was a serious monster in bed, and he definitely was more than cute when he was underneath Blaine... He trailed off and shook his mind of the memories flooding his mind. This was no time to be thinking of the amazing sex he had that night. He was supposed to be using this time to squeal nervously about his car ride to hell, also known as that party.
"Well, I think the bassist is cuter anyway," Tina shrugged, and Blaine remembered the tall, muscular Asian with the bass against his leg. They would make a good couple, he concluded. The drummer looked quite intimidating with the small frown and neat mohawk. And the keytarist seemed to be kind... and confused.
"If the singer is gay, then you could totally hit that." Blaine felt a push at his shoulder and he turned to see Santana with a daring smirk on her face.
"Oh please," Blaine scoffed, looking away immediately.
"Oh please, what Anderson? When's the last time you've gotten laid? Properly laid?" Santana asked nosily and she crossed her arms and smiled in triumph when he didn't answer.
"You guys would make a nice couple," Tina suggested, and Blaine sucked the inside of his lip nervously, wondering if he should tell his friends about his one night stand from two years back.
"A nice couple?" Santana laughed, "More like fucking hot. I'd pay to see you guys get it on." she finished, and Blaine glared at her annoyingly.
"I don't even k-know him, let's not talk about possible future relationships and just get through this party, alright?" he stuttered, and ignored the confused expressions in his friends. After his small outburst, Blaine slumped against the window and forced himself to take a nap as his friends continued talking about the interesting male lead with the special voice from New Directions.
"There you guys are, we were waiting for you guys to get here so they can begin their performance!" Will Schuester was frantically pushing the group of four inside the small venue and led them to a secluded table near the back. The venue was definitely more small and intimate, good for a party such as this. Blaine pushed past Tina and slid quickly into the most innermost seat in the booth, hiding behind the shadow that the burgundy curtain cast over his seat. He crossed his arms and slid down in his seat so his knees popped up and rested against the bottom of the table. Santana looked at him oddly, noticing the way he tried blending into the booth.
"Okaaaaaay then," she snorted before sliding in next to him and making room for Finn and Tina.
"Alright, so, the New Directions are kicking the party off with a song from their new EP, I expect you guys to be respectful-" Will glanced at Santana. "-and for you guys to give them your undivided attention-" he glanced at Finn, who was already poking at the padding of the cushion under him curiously. "-and just... be good audiences, they're new at this performing for fairly large crowds, so don't do anything stupid if they happen to mess up or anything." he finished, and the four bandmates nodded in reply. Will gave them one last assuring smile, then walked off to find other managers in Kaleidoscope Records to mingle with, or the head of the promoting department, Emma Pillsbury most likely.
Finn, Tina, and Santana conversed mostly between themselves, Blaine opting to mope and frown in anxiousness. His foot tapped nervously and their group was broken from conversation when a tall, almost burly guy walked up to their table. Blaine saw the patch of hair on his head and quickly recognized him as New Direction's drummer, which meant the rest of them was probably nearby, meaning... Kurt was probably closeby.
What a small fucking world.
"Sup Warblers, I'm Puck, and before you ask, my name's Noah Puckerman, friends just call me Puck." he said smoothly before resting his elbow at the top of the wooden frame on the edge of their booth. Each member introduced themselves politely and the five began talking about the upcoming tour. The Warblers giving Puck some advice on packing and hygiene for the tour to pass onto his friends. Blaine kept hidden in the back and made a few comments here and there, but mostly hid himself away just in case New Direction's singer happened to pop out of nowhere.
He was in the middle of shifting his body so he could blend in more from the stage'a point of view when he saw a hand reach out a tug on Puck's shoulder, he gasped and pushed against Finn's side, and was given weird looks when the person stepped in next to Puck and it was revealed as the blonde keytarist who smiled at the Warblers fondly. Blaine saw the way Santana perked up at the sight of the tall and curvy blonde, and Blaine nudged her with a small knowing smirk and she elbowed him harshly in return, making him hiss out in pain.
"We gotta go, Puck." The blonde smiled with a tug at the drummer's elbow, and they both waved goodbye at the group of four before walking towards the door located at the back of the venue.
"Puck seems cool." Finn piped up when they left, and soon they were in a full blown conversation of how they thought Puck kept up with his hawk, and how Santana totally did have the hots for Brittany, as the keytarist was introduced.
"You know, I may play a keyboard, but I heard playing it as a keytar takes skill."
"I could totally talk to Puck about guy stuff, you know, not that you're not a dude Blaine, you're totally a dude, but I mean, you're gay, not that that's wrong, I mean-"
"I still want to meet their bassist, I wonder if he's any good, we could jam together."
"Also Sam, from what Puck said, Sam seems pretty cool, we could play football in breaks or something,"
"I bet Brittany's got skill."
"I think Puck said his name was Mike, I'm sure..."
"Guys!" Blaine interrupted the mindless chatting when the lights began dimming, reminding them of Will's small talk. Blaine looked around frantically, looking for possible exits, because he just really couldn't take this right now, and he didn't want to be here. As soon as he spotted the closest exit, he lights were completely dimmed and a bright light shined at the stage brightly. People stopped conversing with others to pay attention to the stage at the front of the venue.
"Introducing the New Directions, everybody!" a voice filled the speakers that sounded much like Ms. Pillbury's quirky voice, and Blaine inhaled and exhaled quickly as he fanned himself, only smiling at his concerned friends. A small ringing of a guitar rang through the speakers along with a steady beat of a drum, a happy but slightly bittersweet line of notes. Then he heard the distinct sound of a keytar and bass being played, a single chord played over and over before the song really began.
"Down in a local bar
Out on the Boulevard
The sound of an old guitar
Is saving you from sinking
It's a long way down, It's a long way
Back like you never broke
You tell a dirty joke
He touches your leg
And thinks He's getting close
For now you let him
Just this once
Just for now
And just like that
It's over."
Blaine couldn't contain the gasp when he heard the melodic voice flowing through the speakers, he forced himself to look to his side, not risking a chance to fall helplessly into the image of Kurt on stage. But the voice was soothing, and calmed him. The voice was unmistakeable, it was Kurt Hummel for crying freaking out loud, he thought. He cringed when the chorus began, because god, Kurt's singing voice was full of emotion and Blaine couldn't help but feel like he had something to do with the fact that Kurt was on a stage performing for middle class managers and bands instead of a broadway stage. Blaine knew that his voice was going to get him far, he closed his eyes and relaxed in his seat, letting the music take over.
"Don't turn away
Dry your eyes, dry your eyes
Don't be afraid
But keep it all inside, all inside
When you fall apart
Dry your eyes, dry your eyes
Life is always hard
For the Belle of the Boulevard
In all your silver rings
In all your silken things
That song you softly sing
Is keeping you from breaking
It's a long way down, it's a long way
Back here you never lost
You shake the shivers off
You take a drink
To get your courage up
Can you believe it?
Just this once
Just for now
And just like that
It's over"
Blaine sighed as Kurt's voice took over his body, relaxing his shoulders and the muscles that kept his eyes shut tightly. Soon the song finished and Blaine heard clapping and hollering fill the venue. He forced himself to clap along awkwardly when he felt Finn elbow him sharply. When he reopened his eyes, the stage was cleared and Will was blocking their view of the space behind him.
"They were great? Right? Now go and introduce yourselves to them backstage. They need a good welcoming from you guys, you guys are going to be touring for a while so you better go ahead and get close." Their manager said with a encouraging smile, walking back a few steps to let them slip out of their seats. Blaine was shoved by Santana to trail behind Finn. He looked around for an excuse to go, a bathroom, anything.
Where the hell were the damn bathrooms?
"Here it is, who wants to do the pleasure of opening the door?" Tina teased, Blaine stood on his toes to look over Finn's shoulder and saw the piece of paper, taped with 'New Directions' scribbled on it messily.
Santana shrugged and pushed the door open, surprising the blonde boy with the large lips - Blaine remembered - who jumped back a few feet.
"Sup, we're the Warblers, seems like we'll be with you guys for almost the rest of the year, so how about getting cozy." Santana said with a sly smile shot towards the blonde girl near the back of the large dressing room.
"You met me." "I'm Brittany" "Sam." "I'm Mike Chang." "And Kurt's in the bathroom fixing his hair or something," Puck finished, with a nod pointed towards the door located at the back of the room.
Blaine quickly introduced himself, and took his place behind Finn's large form, being almost completely hidden behind the tall ex-quarterback.
"When Kurtie gets back, we can-" Brittany began, and she was interrupted by a slammed door.
"When Kurt gets back what?" a voice called out jokingly, and Blaine froze and gripped Finn's shirt tightly, making Finn look down at him awkwardly.
"-We can go out and eat! I'm hungry!" Brittany finished, Blaine didn't dare look over Finn's shoulder.
"Wait... We're touring with you guys... The Warblers? And.. F-Finn? Hudson?" Blaine heard, and oh holy jesus christ heaven on earth, if Blaine remembered correctly, Kurt knew Finn through his cousin or friend or something.
"Yup, Finn Hudson, how'd you... Oh wait! Kurt Hummel right! Quinn's cousin's friend? Nice to finally see you man! Although I don't date Quinn anymore..." Finn pointed out and Blaine stood petrified behind Finn, and suddenly he heard some shuffling and people being pushed and he quickly grabbed his hood and slung it over his head, and turned back towards the door they came in. Then the room fell in silence as some murmuring was heard and he felt a hand on his shoulder. It tugged, but Blaine didn't budge, standing stiffly.
But then there was a painful pressure at his shoulder as he was turned around almost violently to come face to face with a shocked face.
"Shit." Blaine couldn't agree more.
"So are we going to pretend that absolutely nothing went on back there in the dressing room? No wonder you've been so weird all night, what happened between you and their singer, huh? What have you been hiding from us, Blaine." Santana spat angrily as the van door was pulled open quickly. Finn and Tina didn't say anything, but Blaine knew that they were equally as disappointed as Santana judging by their confused and angry expressions.
"It's nothing." Blaine responded quickly, flinching when Santana glared at him accusingly.
"That was not nothing, Blaine. C'mon man, what happened." Finn deadpanned, looking straight at Blaine, making him squirm. He knew he owed it to his friends to tell the truth after he kept it from them since he saw the poster. He had never kept something from that for that long and it had definitely not been a pleasant experience.
"He-.. Well I-, I mean, well, I guess-, I don't know how... I.. Umm." he finished dumbly, stuttering with a flustered expression, feeling a bit too cornered by his three menacing friends.
"Just say it Blaine, we won't judge you, you know that." Tina sighed, looking at him seriously and worriedly.
"Jasey Rae." He gulped blinking swiftly, looking out the dark window right after he said it, watching the bright neon lights of cheap bars and hair salons. They slowly turned into a small parking lot of a secluded burger shop. He was answered with silence, as his friends pieced things together, glancing at each other in worry. Blaine closed his eyes tightly, sighing and pushing his head against the window when he hear Finn sighing behind him. The van driver parked underneath a tree, and got out of the car to go eat for himself, leaving the silent group of friends in the two backseats.
Blaine couldn't handle the silence, so he took the incentive to grip the door handle and slide it open. He slipped his hood back on and walk slowly to the restaurant, ignoring the blue eyes that watched him through the window of the burger shop. He heard his friends following quickly behind him, Tina gripping his arm tightly and smiling at him. Finn smiled at him and Santana squeezed his shoulder with a minuscule grin, and Blaine knew that he had their support. He hoped that Kurt had even more support from his own friends, because he knew that if he had been that wrecked after what had happened two years ago, Kurt must have been devastated.
He pulled Santana and Tina close to his sides and squeezed them tightly, sighing as they made their way into the shop. He winced when the door opened to reveal a tense and angry looking Puck and Sam. He hoped that Kurt hadn't made things seem too bad. Although it had been pretty terrible.
The Warblers came to a stop in front of New Directions' table and the two bands stood and sat quietly, examining each other quickly. Blaine felt the way Puck and Sam looked him up and down with an angry fire in their eyes. He noticed that Brittany smiled at everyone happily, and Mike was giving him a small half smile.
"Well." Blaine heard, his head perked up immediately and he locked eyes with Kurt, shivering slightly at the cold expression and looking away before he fell into a trance. "-Let's get this over with." Kurt finished, and Blaine saw him sliding his chair back to get up from his seat. He hadn't notice that Kurt had been talking about him until he felt cold hands wrapping around his wrist as he was dragged away and out the door. His mouth gaped open at his friends and Puck was smirking to himself in his chair.
He stumbled over the brick steps as Kurt sped walked out the door and pulled him along, nearly prancing on the steps while Blaine tripped and fumbled behind him. He was tugged harder and was pulled down to the area near his van, a clear view of the spot where the two bands had sat together, all looking out the window with with eyes on them.
"Um, h-hey Kurt. Don't you think we should go somewhere away from-"
He paused. The sting caught up with him a few seconds later, but it was there, and it hurt. His hands moved up to his cheek with a shocked expression as his mouth dropped open in the slightest. The skin under his palm burned, he was sure it had turned red already, and the fact that Kurt's hands had already been cold only accented the loud slap. Blaine looked up from the gravel and looked wide eyed at Kurt. Kurt had his chin lifted as he looked down at Blaine with a small frown.
"That's for leaving me." he stated a bit forcefully, and yeah, Blaine decided that he deserved it.
Then he felt another sting, and it hurt even more. His other hand reached up to his other cheek as his mouth gaped further at Kurt, as Kurt hissed as he inspected his own hand. Blaine was now cupping his face with both hands and squirmed as he wondered what the seond slap had been for and if there were more to come.
"That's for fucking me." Kurt's voice cracked on the last word, and Blaine saw the wetness in his eyes. Blaine's mind reeled for the correct words to say but he came up with nothing. Kurt said the word 'fucking' with such venom, and Blaine felt the guilt he had that morning. He had taken Kurt's virginity, he reminded himself. Kurt sniffed a few times with his head turned to the side, before he looked back at Blaine with dry eyes. Blaine wondered if Kurt had perfected his skill of hiding his tears.
"But, I-I want our bands to be happy together on thsi tour. And if we're in bad terms, they won't get along either, and my band won't get proper promotion, and it'll be all my fault..." Kurt said slowly, massaging his own hands firmly, and not looking up to meet Blaine's eye. Blaine wet his lips and the images of Kurt uncomfortably standing in front of him at the hotel filled his mind, and it compared a lot to the same Kurt in front of him.
"I understand," Blaine finished for Kurt, and then Kurt smiled at him softly and Blaine looked away immediately.
"Well, if we're putting this behind us for now, and being friends, let me start with..." Kurt said quietly, and Blaine felt warm hands clasping over his and pulling them off of his cheeks.
"That was my first time ever slapping someone, you know, if I knew it hurt this much for me, I probably wouldn't have done it." Kurt pouted, inspecting Blaine's cheeks worriedly. Blaine couldn't believe how Kurt was still so kind hearted after all that had happened.
"I hope it doesn't hurt too bad, it would suck it someone slapped me twice... You know, it's not very nice. And I didn't even say hello before I slapped you-" Kurt babbled as his hands rubbed Blaine's face soothingly, Blaine's hands then reached up shakily and gripped Kurt's wrists.
"It's alright Kurt, I deserved it." Blaine said with a small, reassuring grin. Kurt pouted in return, but Blaine noticed the way Kurt smiled to himself when his hands fell down to his sides.
"Your cheeks... They have my handprint." Kurt giggled, and Blaine poked at his own cheek to feel the small sting. Kurt's hand covered his own mouth as small giggles tumbled from his lips, and Blaine watched him closely, the way his eyes crinkled up in laughter, and the way he tried to contain his laughing with no prevail. When Kurt finished laughing over Blaine's face, they made their way back into the burger shop, ignoring the amused expressions watching them through the glass windows.
"You know, you inspired me to start New Directions with Brittany." Kurt said with a small bittersweet smile, and Blaine pursed his lips in return.
"After that morning... I guess I needed some filter. Songwriting helped me with... you know." Kurt smiled shyly, trying to drive them away into a different topic.
"I know," Blaine replied, but no. He didn't know. He didn't know how much he had really hurt Kurt. But he wanted to know. Really really bad.
"Here's to a good tour." Blaine said when they reached the door, he stuck out his hand with intent to shake Kurt's hand. But then he felt warm arms encasing his body and hot breath against his neck. And right as he reached up to hug Kurt back, the warmth was gone, and Kurt was smiling while holding the door open for Blaine.
"I'm a hugger, you'll have to get used to it." Kurt said teasingly, and Blaine breathed in with a small smile before brushing invisible dust off of his arms and walking into the diner.
Kurt indeed was a hugger, Blaine concluded as he watched Kurt walk around the table and wrap his arms around each of the Warblers, he even saw a smile coming from Santana. Kurt had even hugged his own bandmates who only rolled their eyes at his touch. He gave Brittany a longer hug than the others, and she hugged him back just as tightly. Blaine couldn't stand to watch the way Kurt showed such kindness to people he didn't even know. Kurt managed to get everyone to like him, it was impossible not to by the way he listened to you carefully and replied with a witty comment. Hell, Santana was all over him and Blaine knew that Kurt knew that Santana was interested in Brittany, as he suggested for them to trade seats so Santana could sit next to the blonde.
This was all wrong, Blaine thought as he silently took a seat next to Finn and Sam. Sam had lost the angry expression as well as Puck when Kurt gave them a small glare that proved to Blaine that there was a bitchy side to him. Sam smiled at Blaine fondly and Finn curiously poked at his reddening cheeks. Puck laughed when Blaine pointed out the handprints outlining his face and he saw out of the corner of his eye the way Kurt was giggling to himself.
Blaine's breathing stopped as he saw the blush filling Kurt's cheeks, and suddenly Kurt was looking at him and he felt his heart pounding out of his chest.
Then Kurt smiled softly and faced Tina again. Blaine's hands instinctively reached for his chest, feeling it thump beneath his hand.
Kurt was just too adorable to be real, he concluded.
A/N: awkward ending, I know, I know, I just didn't know how to finish it. Weeeeell, next chapter will most likely be some more bonding between the two bands, possibly some Kurt POV if that's what you guys want, and if you guys have any questions, feel free to leave it in a review, message me, or just ask on tumblr.
For Kurt, in most of my stories he's always... sad and hurting over Blaine, but I really don't want to do that to him in this angstyish/drama/possibly-humorish/romance fic. Blaine's going to suffer, and not because of hurt, but because of want. He's going to absolutely want what he cannot have. I just really want Kurt to be happy, alright? D: SIGH, cause i'm too mean to him in most my stories... Well, hopefully their first 'talk' per say suffices, and I promise that they will definitely talk about 'that night/morning' completely in the future, and not just push it to the back of their minds. This fic is inspired by my countless bandfics that I left behind at mibba. I'll be incorporating all the shit I learned about tour buses, venues, merch, and just general touring into this story.
Please keep in mind that for the next two weeks i have reviewing and final exams, so I ask for you guys to bear with me, sorry and thank you so much.
song used : Belle of the Boulevard - Dashboard Confessional
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