A/N: Finals for the first semester are done. That being said, my next schedule is gruesome, two AP courses and one honors. So although I will try not to take week long breaks, I honestly cannot promise you guys anything. ALSO with that being said, I'm only focusing on two of my stories to try and update regularly. I've picked this one, and Forbidden Fruit. (Also I actually will try and also update the anderberry fic on the side, only because it's not going to be a lengthy fic, possibly at or a little over ten chapters.) Everyone seems to want Stuck With this - blah blah updated, but I don't want to rush that story too much, and instead plan it out more thoroughly.
Sorry to keep you guys waiting for this, this chapter isn't 'intense' or drama-filled like previous ones. Just some Warbler interaction (btw, GOD, SORRY FOR THE UNORIGINAL BAND NAMES, I JUST COULDN'T THINK OF SOMETHING ORIGINAL), Blaine flailing and Kurt being cute, it could be called a filler, but it's shows the beginning of their friendship/relationship.
It was times like these when Blaine forgot the reason why he decided to live with his bandmates when they weren't even on tour. He was awakened from his sleep by Finn's snores across the hallway, which sounded like they were being megaphoned directly into his ear. He had stumbled out of his room and swiftly kicked Finn's door before nearly being blinded by the light coming from the 'living' room, where Tina was reading a magazine. He didn't quite understand why Tina needed three LED lamps to read her stupid magazines, because the windows were already open with the 7 o' clock morning sun shining through the blinds. But all he knew at the moment was that his foot throbbed from Finn's wooden door, and his eyes were seriously burning like a bitch.
"Hey Loverboy," he heard being snickered behind him, as he was shoved to the side just as his eyes had adjusted to the bright morning light. He looked at the culprit of his newly throbbing shoulder, and saw it was Santana. It was just another lovely thing to wake up to.
"Whaddaya mean, Loverboy," Blaine mumbled, moping slowly towards the kitchen to pour a glass of milk.
"I mean, you couldn't keep your eyes off your precious Jasey Rae last night." Santana smirked knowingly as Blaine nearly dropped the empty glass in his hand, before catching it mid-air. He rolled his eyes, not even bothering to look up at her, then he set the glass down on the counter and yanked open the fridge door only to groan at the empty sight in front of him.
"Hey, don't ignore me!" Santana grumbled, Blaine knew that neither of them were 'morning' people, and his hand was itching to simply knock Santana over with the empty refrigerator.
"He's attractive, and gay. And I like attractive gay guys. Of course I would look at him, it's only… Human nature, yeah." Blaine said quickly, then he walked back out towards the living area to fall into a seat next to Tina and her painful lights. He heard Santana following behind him, and she took a seat on the other side of Tina, but not before shoving two of the lamps to point in a different direction. Tina rolled her eyes at both of her friend's antics, and tried to focus on her magazine as they continued their daily bicker.
"You weren't just appreciating his gay, good looks, you were totally fawning over him like he was some new shiny toy." Santana said with an accusatory finger pointed towards him.
"I did no such thing," Blaine muttered, and he heard a scoff.
"Yeah, you did. Didn't he, Tina?" Santana asked, and Tina lifted her palms up in surrender, not wanting to get in the middle of their argument.
"I didn't actually. Right, Tina?" Blaine said loudly, and at this point, Tina walked back towards her room with a few magazines tucked underneath her arm with a flick of the wrist.
"You did." Santana chided.
"Did no-"
"Morning guys," The pair sitting on the loveseat turned to glare harshly at Finn, who cut into their childish quarrel.
"I know about, you know, how losing stress through arguing or something is good, but we've got to leave in about… Twenty minutes, so you guys should be getting ready instead of fighting." Finn pointed out, with one hand rested tightly on his eye to rub at it gently.
"Says the big, grandpa bear that just woke from hibernating." Santana pursed her lips, before prancing out of her seat with one last glare towards Blaine, mouthing 'Did too'. Blaine flicked her off with a fake smile, before falling back into the couch.
"Dude, so I know you may need some sleep, but shouldn't you be getting ready? Or something?" Finn said with a yawn. Blaine forced a shrug from his body, before flipping face down in protest.
"Well, you should wear something nice for breakfast, Will set up a reservation at some fancy place, and the New Directions are gonna be there, and you probably want to impress Kurt, right?" Finn said with lifted eyebrows and a sly smile. Blaine kicked his feet against the cushions childishly before bolting up in his seat.
"Why would I need to impress Kurt?" Blaine groaned, he didn't know why all his friends thought he was obsessed with the blue-eyed boy or something.
"Well you were giving him that puppy-dog look last night, you know the one you give Carole, when we go back for Thanksgiving and you want some of her homemade chee-"
"No, I didn't!" Blaine threw his hands up before stomping back into his room with a slam of his door. Blaine fell back into his sheets, moaning at the warmth. He lied there for a while, before what Finn had said really sunk in.
They were having breakfast with New Directions. Breakfast with Kurt, more like it. Cute, sweet, adorable, witty, adorable, giggly, adorable, adorable, adorable, Kurt.
He glanced back at his bedside clock, and noticed he only had fifteen minutes left. He nearly flung himself into his closet, before rummaging through his clothes violently to find that one shirt Tina had said brought out his eyes a few weeks back, then he found the one that Santana said was a 'panty-dropper'. He threw the hangers on his bed before shuffling back into his small, single bathroom to brush his teeth furiously while inspecting his chin for whether or not he had too much hair, or too stubbly stubble. After dealing with his hygiene, he gripped the two shirts in his hands off of his bed, before comparing them in front of a mirror.
The green one was a bit too dressy, but Kurt was a classy kind of guy, so maybe it'd be alrig- But the black one was definitely a shirt that clung in all the right places, and it probab- Well, the green one did bring out his eyes greatly, and maybe Kurt liked his ey- But the black one, Santana had complemented him on it and she was always hard to please, and-
Black one, definitely.
He unbuttoned the black shirt quickly before throwing the green one behind his head, hopefully landing on his bed. He tugged his current grungy, stained shirt off before slipping his arms through the 'panty dropper', and fastened the buttons. He left the top button undone as the way he had it when he received Santana's praise. Then he touched at his curls and wondered if he should use his gel, but decided against it. His hands fumbled with the cuffs on his shirt, and he flailed around the room to find his phone.
It was when he checked the time, when he realized what he was doing.
Only seven minutes had passed, when he had a solid fifteen. His palms were a bit clammy and his heart was beating a bit faster than regular.
What was he doing?
He had never freaked out about anything like this before, not even when he had to perform for Kaleidoscope Records so The Warblers could be accepted. That had been more of an adrenaline rush, this, this was pure anxiety. He inhaled and exhaled like they did in those fitness shows that he always caught Tina doing, then he blinked slowly at his reflection in the mirror.
This was just a minor case of wanting to impress someone, people he corrected himself. He was going to be touring with these people, so it was normal to freak out over making a good impression. He ignored the voice at the back of his mind, and went with it. He just wanted to make a good impression.
That was all it was. Nothing more.
Blaine smiled nervously at each member of the New Directions before nearly having an asthma attack when he saw Kurt hiding from Sam behind Puck jokingly. Impressions, he reminded himself, before taking a confident step towards Kurt.
"Hey!" Blaine said with a little too much enthusiasm. He internally sighed when Kurt only chuckled at him oddly with a small curious smile.
"Good morning," Kurt chirped, and what a good morning it was indeed. Blaine gave Kurt a quick once over, making sure it wasn't noticeable before speaking again.
"How'd you sleep last night?" he asked with a strained smile. What the hell, why would he want to tell you how he slept last night, he's going to think you're some creep that gets off on his descriptions of sleeping techniques. Blaine ignored the ranting voice in his mind, as his eyes drifted back down to Kurt's tight jeans, and equally tight blue shirt that really brought out his eyes.
"Blaine, you've got to stop with the awkward-ness," Kurt teased, and Blaine didn't stop the chuckle tumbling from his lips.
Suddenly he heard a loud clap, and the large group turned to face Will Shuester, and an attractive brunette standing next to him with a proud smile.
"Warblers, meet Shelby, New Direction's Manager." Will introduced her with a smile and a small round of applause. She smiled fondly at them, before telling them to go ahead and take their seats.
Blaine's arms flew out, and pulled on the nearest chair, pulling it out for Kurt with another edgy chuckle. Kurt gave him a small, confused smile before taking the seat gingerly. Blaine moved to sit in the seat to the right of Kurt, but was stopped by Puck who slid into it smoothly. He moved to sit in the one on his left, but was stopped by… Santana. Of course, the bitch would never pass up a chance to make a fool out of him.
"I'm sorry, Blaine, Brittany's sitting here, and the other seat next to her is taken. You don't mind if I sit here, right? I mean, if you want to sit with Kurt that badly, I guess I can sit across from her, your choice." She finished with a smug smile, tapping her fingers gently on the curve of Kurt's chair. Blaine glanced down at Kurt, and wet his lips when he saw the light blush on his cheeks.
"I-I-It's fine, you can sit here, totally okay. Yeah, fine, why would I have a problem with that? Anything for my friend, yeah, sit, you can I mean, sit here you can, yeah, okay I'm going to go sit next to Finn." Blaine stuttered, sighing as he walked away dejectedly, hearing Kurt's faint giggle behind him.
"Tough luck, man." Finn whistled, Blaine flopped in the seat and glared at the muffins displayed in front of him. Suddenly, it wasn't such a good morning anymore.
He could feel a pout coming on, but he stopped himself when he heard someone speak up.
"Kurt was flailing this morning when he realized he only had twenty minutes to get ready for this morning." Sam said with a small smile. Blaine lifted his head and cocked it to the side in confusion.
"I think he wanted to impress you." Mike continued, and then Blaine nodded his head understandingly. Then his brows furrowed in realization, before his knee popped up and slammed into the table. Wait, what?
Surely Kurt hadn't flailed as much as him, he was taking Santana's praise in consideration for crying out loud. He had spent at least three minutes inspecting his eyebrows and cheeks, Kurt's 'flailing' was probably just to impress every one of the Warblers, because he seemed like the guy who would want to give good impressions. Yeah, so did Blaine, and Blaine respected him for that.
"Dude, you weren't supposed to tell him that." Sam said with a roll of his eyes.
"You brought it up," Mike countered with a lift of his shoulders, digging back into his food. Blaine leaned forward in the slightest to look across the table and see where Kurt was sitting. Santana was having a field day with her seat, casually squeezing his arms and shoulders with a wide, genuine smile on her face.
Lucky bitch, Blaine thought bitterly. Why was he even friends with her?
His hand reached out to grab a scone from a tray, but his hand only gripped at air. He saw the empty tray, then noticed the full tray near Santana, and his body practically splayed across the table to grab at it before Finn's reaching hand could.
"I-I'll go get some more, yeah Finn you like the orange ones right?" Blaine asked quickly, ignoring Finn's call for chocolate chip instead. He approached Santana's back before he pat her head softly with an annoyed smile pointed down at her.
"Santana! We ran out of scones, hi Kurt." He pushed out near the end of his sentence, interrupting the boy who was sticking a fairly large strawberry in his mouth. Kurt's eyes looked up from his plate, and he almost choked on his fruit at the sight of Blaine. Blaine dropped the tray in Santana's lap quickly before patting Kurt's back. He ignored Santana's grumbling, inhaling a small breath of air when he felt the satin underneath his skin and Kurt's back muscles as he coughed lightly.
"I'm okay, now, thank you. You surprised me." Kurt said with a hand raised, the other fumbling for a napkin. Blaine pulled the one out from under Santana's silverware before handing it to Kurt, ignoring her protests once again.
Then he scooped up the tray from Santana's lap before picking up a few orange scones off of the plate in front of Kurt.
"Well, I didn't uh- mean to surprise you, sorry about the strawberry, hopefully I didn't ruin the taste of it or anything-"
"Blaine, that's enough scones." Santana said slowly, gripped at his shaking arm.
"Oh," he said, dropping one back onto the plate sitting on the table. He saw that he had at least nine or ten scones sitting on his own tray.
"Yeah man, leave some for me!" Puck said with a teasing smile.
Blaine looked back down at Kurt and sighed at the way Kurt was looking straight down at his lap with his hands tightly grasping the napkin Blaine had given him.
"Well, uh, thanks for the scones, guys." Blaine said with a disappointed smile, walking quickly back to his seat to avoid any further embarrassment.
Sam and Finn were absolutely howling with laughter as he dropped the plate carelessly in front of Finn.
"Dude, you were so fidgety, you shouldn't talk to people when they're trying to eat." Finn laughed with a playful shove to Blaine's shoulder. Blaine groaned in defeat, stuffing a piece of a scone in his mouth so he could stop himself from saying something offensive to Finn or his new tour mates Sam and Mike, who were laughing along as well. He looked back towards Kurt while furiously chewing on the bread, and noticed Puck giving him a knowing smirk. He sighed again, brushing at his shirt and being thankful that even if he had made a fool of himself, he had looked panty dropping worthy while he was doing it.
A/N: So I had about a paragraph of Kurt's POV in here, but then I realized that no one had asked for it the past chapter, so maybe you guys just want it strictly Blaine's POV? I get the whole mystery of that, cause it's nice to find out Kurt's true feeling the end instead of technically 'reading' his mind. And bleh, this was only about 3k words, while the past two were 6-8k, i'll try to up it up next (also the fact that there was no song in this chapter)
So personally i thought this chapter was real boring, maybe it's cause I'm an angst whore and pretty much typically fill every single one of my chapters for most stories of mine with drama. But, I had a blast writing Blaine getting prepared in the morning, also his clumsiness at the breakfast. Although the clumsiness was getting quite annoying to me, I don't really know why, so I promise you that he's going to be less shy and nervous/on edge soon. Also, this chapter wasn't so important, not really a filler, but I thought it was a nice way to kick start the Blaine and Kurt interaction. Also some blaintana, not so friendly though, eh? But Santana will be very important for Kurt and Blaine later on.
Is there anything that you guys would like to see happen?
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