AN: Yeah, I know I could make excuses for not getting this out sooner, but I honestly don't have minus the fact that school is a bitch. I don't want to totally abandon this story, however I have maybe about 15-20 chapters planned plus an epilogue so the end is coming! But I promise it won't be the last you'll hear of me. Also the song used below is Quelqu'un M'A Dit by Carla Bruni. And I was messaged asking how did Folshi and Blaine meet, so I wrote that as well. Enjoy! And pelase review, they make my day.
Chapter Twelve- One Day My Prince Will Come
Kurt and Folshi stand in front of a mailbox each with three manila envelopes in their hand.
"Guys," Blaine speaks up from behind them. "The envelopes aren't just going to magically fly into the box."
"Shut up Blaine!" Folshi slightly turned her head. "This is our futures we're talking about."
"And the future has just been slowly approaching in the ten minute we've been standing here," he rolled his eyes.
"Honey you're not helping!" Kurt shifts. "You do yours first," he nudged her.
"Fine," she sighed and stepped closer to the mailbox. "Bard College," she puts one envelope in. "Alfred University," she puts a second one in. "And University at Albany," she slides the last envelope into the box.
"Leave it to you two to turn this into a dramatic stunt," Blaine chuckled but immediately stopped when death glares were thrown at him.
"Well I'm sorry not all of us have a lucrative music career ahead of us," Folshi steps next to him. "Go ahead Kurt."
He follows her suit by putting one envelope in at a time. "Parsons," he puts an envelope in. "Pratt," the second one goes in. "Finally Fashion Institute of Technology," he puts the last one into the box.
"Guys, I don't know why you're so worried. Any college would be glad to have you apart of their graduate program."
"It's still scary. To know your fate lies in the hands of someone who you don't even know," Kurt shrugged. "Can we go out for breakfast or something?" He looked towards them.
They look at each other hesitantly. "Umm... Well…" Blaine started.
"We have to move the rest of my stuff into Blaine's place," Folshi finished for him. "We were going to ask you to help but you have to go meet with my mom."
"I do?" Kurt gave her a confused look.
"Yeah, she told me that you two have to pick out some stuff for a client's… house. So why don't you drive to my parents' house. And we'll meet up with you later when you're done?"
"Okay," he drawled out. He gives Blaine a quick kiss before leaving and hugs her.
"He's not wearing his ring today," Blaine said.
"Which makes our B&E job so much easier," they started walking back to her car.
"Hey, he gave me a key! It shouldn't be considered breaking and entering," Blaine got into the passenger's side.
"You're right," Folshi rolled her eyes as she slide into the driver's seat. "It's just considered theft. Also you're calling my mom and telling her to keep Kurt busy with menial tasks."
He gets her phone out of her pocket and starts to dial her mom's number and puts it on speaker.
"Hello Folshi," she said brightly.
"Hey mama, it's me," Blaine smiled.
"Hey Blaine, sweetheart. What can I do for you?"
"Well Fo and I sent Kurt to your house telling him you had a job for him. Do you think you can keep him busy for a couple of hours? We have to get his Christmas gift."
"Sure, I think I can do that. What are you getting him?"
"We aren't getting him anything!" Folshi chimed in. "He's going to get us arrest warrants for breaking into his apartment and stealing his ring however."
"That is not the plan! The plan is to use the key he gave me, take the ring, and get it engraved for Christmas."
"As romantic and sweet that is Blaine you're going to give that poor boy a heart attack when he can't find it," Emma slightly chuckled.
"Don't worry. It's very cute and adorable when he gets all frantic and nervous. When he gets it back on Christmas he'll be angry for a few minutes then be happy."
"If you say so dear," Emma said. "Alright I will do my best to keep him away for a while."
"Thanks mom," Folshi said.
"Yeah, thanks a lot mama," Blaine smiled.
"No problem. I love you both."
"Love you too."
Blaine hung up and looked over to Folshi who had a slight smile on her face but whose mind was somewhere else.
"Can you be quiet over there?" He asked.
"What?" She turned slightly. "I didn't say anything."
"Your thoughts are incredibly loud."
"I'll try to quiet them down," she pulls in front of Kurt's building.
"Or," he gets out of the car. "You could tell me so they no longer plague your mind."
When she reaches the sidewalk her arms are crossed giving him a look.
"Can't say that I didn't try," he shrugged.
They start into the apartment building. When they are in front of Kurt's door they open it with the key and go inside.
"For the record I'm still against this," Folshi said.
"Just help me find the ring," Blaine responded.
She sighed and led the way to his bedroom.
"We just have to make sure to put everything back in its exact spot. Knowing Kurt he'll sense when something is out of place," Blaine sets his crutches against the wall.
"Sense? What do you mean sense?" Folshi starts opening the nightstand drawer.
"Trust me, I have personal experience with it. I swear Kurt has a sixth sense when something is out of place," he looked on the dresser.
Folshi sat down on the floor and thought for a minute, she picked up the black sketchpad underneath the bed. Blaine grabbed her phone off the bed when it started buzzing.
Kurt has a silver ring on a necklace that is currently being worn –Mom
"Of course it is," Blaine mumbled. "Come on plan aborted."
"I have a plan b if you're willing to split a gift," she stands up and takes back her phone calling her mom. "Hey mom, I have a question. Would you be willing to invest in a young and very talented fashion designer's future?" She starts looking through the sketchpad. Folshi turns to Blaine and mouths 'get your mom on the phone.'
Blaine sits on the couch looking at Kurt who had his hands on his hips tapping his foot.
"Can I just say that you are so sexy when you're mad?" He reaches out grabs Kurt's hand.
"Nice try Casanova," Kurt pulled away his hand.
"Hey," Folshi walked in then turned around to see the angry look on Kurt's face. "And goodbye," she walks back out.
"Wait! How come she gets to leave?" Blaine whined.
"Because it was your key in my door."
Blaine's phone went off indicating a text message.
You left your key in the door? Dumbass. –Fo
"How do you know someone didn't steal my key and break into your apartment?"
"One, nothing was taken. Two, the person wouldn't have known where I lived unless he just randomly guessed. And three, almost everything was put back in its exact spot because a certain boyfriend of mine knows how obsessive compulsive I get when it's not in its place."
"Wait, so what was out of order?"
"My sketchpad was on my nightstand instead of under the bed."
"Damn it Fo," he mumbled. "I plead the fifth."
"Oh? Do you?" Kurt lifted an eyebrow. He walked around to the back of the couch. He started massaging Blaine's shoulders.
"Not fair sweetheart," Blaine threw his head back.
Kurt starts kissing and sucking on Blaine's pulse point.
"Mmm," Blaine groans. Pull away, pull away. Pull. Away. He reluctantly pulls away from Kurt and grabs the pillow holding it over his crotch.
"Huh," Kurt stands straight. "I must be losing my touch. That used to work all the time."
"Trust me, you are not losing your touch," Blaine says into the arm of the couch.
"Okay, I gotta know how did you and Blaine become friends?" Kurt says when Folshi takes the seat next to him.
"Well that's a random question," she smiled. "We weren't friends right away if that's what you're thinking. We talked here and there but just acquaintances until February."
"What happened it February?"
"Before I tell you the story, keep in mind I was way more hippie-esque back then and Blaine was so neurotic."
Flashback
February 2014
On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit
Blaine opens the door to the room where the loud music was coming from. He walks over to the girl standing in front of the blank canvas.
After he a moment he asked, "What are you doing here so late?"
"I get my best work done in the art building. But that isn't really what you wanted to ask me, Shirley Temple."
He sighed at the unwanted nickname, "If I wanted to ask you something I would've asked it."
Que tu m'aimais encore,
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.
Serait-ce possible alors?
"You want to know what I'm drawing," she keeps her eyes on the canvas.
"But you aren't drawing anything."
"How do you know? Just because you can't see me physically doing it, doesn't mean it isn't happening."
"If you're having a hard time drawing why don't you just plan it out first? Write down the ideas you have then bring them to life."
On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout
Parait qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,
Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit
"Are you familiar with the word spontaneous? You might want to try it, maybe get that stick out of your ass," she turned and looked him up and down then back at the canvas. "Then again maybe putting a stick up your ass is exactly what you need."
"Who told you I was gay?"
"You just did," she picks up a bottle of light purple paint and puts it into the palette. "Take your shirt off."
"Excuse me?"
"This is you attempting to be spontaneous. It's an adjective, meaning impulsive, in other words don't question it."
He sighs again and takes off his t-shirt. She goes over and starts putting paint on him.
"Wait what the hell are you doing? How am I suppose to get this off."
Mais qui est-ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais?
Je ne me souviens plus c'était tard dans la nuit,
J'entends encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits
"Il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que j'vous l'ai dit"
Tu vois quelqu'un m'a dit
"Well, that sounds like a personal problem Shirley Temple. You're smart, figure it out."
She goes through several more colors and puts swirls and stars all over his chest and back. After finishing she takes pictures with her phone. Then she grabs his left hand and puts her signature on it.
"C'mon let's go."
"Where are we going? I can't go anywhere like this-" He stops when he sees the look on her face. "Fine."
She leads him to the diner across the street. "I'll be right back. Go sit down."
He sits down at the booth with his back facing the cash register. After about fifteen minutes of waiting he looks around to see that beside that lady behind the counter he's alone. Blaine walks up to her.
"Did the girl with the short brown hair leave?" He asked her.
"Yes she did sweetheart, but she left this for you."
The woman places a red velvet cupcake on a plate in front of him along with a dollar bill. Blaine picked up the dollar bill and it read:
Only in spontaneity can we be who we truly are. –John McLaughlin
"Happy birthday dear."
Blaine looked at her then at the time; 12:00AM.
"How did you know it was my birthday?"
"It says so on your back," the woman chuckled. Then put a candle in the cupcake and lighting it with a match.
Flashout
"He literally stalked me down the next day," Folshi laughed. "After that we kind of balanced each other out, he became less uptight, and I started to get more structured in my life."
"That is an amazing story," Kurt smiled.