wes was dressed rather smartly. he wore a dark grey shirt, skinny jeans and a black bow tie. his hair was in his usual due.
he walked into Blaine's room where blaine was staring up at the ceiling.
"why are you dressed so nicely?" blaine asked when he heard him come in.
"i have a date with Mercedes" wes smiled proudly. blaine rolled his eyes and looked back up at the ceiling, he looked confused after a few seconds of thinking.
"when did you speak to her?" he asked, scrunching up his nose and eyebrows knitting together.
"i stole your phone when you were asleep.." wes stated like it was obvious.
blaine nodded slightly.
"so i get to spend the day with david, who will be complaining about how lonely he is? lucky me.." wes chuckled and sat on the edge of Blaine's bed.
"go see kurt. david's taken quite a liking to finn" he said. blaine considered this and nodded. he went to grab for his phone but couldn't find it.
wes pulled it from his pocket and handed it to him.
"you're such an idiot in the morning" wes rolled his eyes.
"so when are you meeting Mercedes?" blaine asked as he typed on his phone.
"half an hour. we're just going to the mall" wes shrugged as he looked at his watch.
blaine laughed at a text he had just received. wes looked at him suspiciously but blaine just shook his head.
they sat in silence for a couple of minutes, the only sound in the room was blaine typing and david's snoring coming through the walls.
kurt was sat on the couch, foot propped up to keep it from hurting.
"I'm so bored" he moaned, dragging out the last word.
"same here" finn groaned with him.
"do something then" burt said, munching on a piece of toast.
"there's nothing to do!" they chorused.
"why don't you see blaine and his friends?" carol suggested. kurt shrugged.
"i don't want him worrying about me all day. and he hasn't seen his friends since he moved here, i want him to spend some time with them" burt laughed when kurt said this. kurt turned to look at him, confused.
burt stopped laughing suddenly when he saw kurt's expression.
"what? oh come on, Blaine's going to worry no matter what" he said, throwing his hands in the air.
kurt nodded suggestively.
he was about to say something when his phone buzzed.
he opened the text and read it.
hey kurt, it's wes. Blaine's asleep and i stole his phone. please can i have Mercedes' number?-B/wes
kurt replied straight away.
sure! hey, thanks for yesterday-kurt
no problem, it was fun to use my mad ninja skills ;)- B/wes
kurt laughed out loud. he loved wes and david's crazy-ness.
he sent wes Mercedes' phone number and chucked it back on the seat next to him.
"you could help me out at the garage if you want?" burt said. finn nodded excitedly whilst kurt scrunched up his nose.
"if you think I'm going to get any of my clothes filthy, think again" carol laughed at that whilst burt rolled his eyes.
kurt looked over to finn who was texting. he had a smirk on his face and his eyes were bright.
"texting Rachel?" kurt asked, smirking.
"no!" finn said protectively, pulling his phone back to his chest.
"who's Rachel?" carol asked, intrigued.
"just a friend!" finn said. he shot kurt a warning glance but kurt's smirk only widened.
"but you want to be more?" burt asked, also intrigued.
finn blushed and crossed his arms across his broad chest.
kurt smiled a half smile at his step-brother.
burt finished his coffee and glanced at his watch.
"well i need to go, you coming?" he asked finn.
"yer, I'll just grab my coat" he answered as he walked out of the room.
"could you drop me off at the mall? I need to grab a few things" carol asked, setting down her magazine.
burt nodded and picked up his keys.
"you want anything sweety?" she asked kurt. kurt thought for a moment.
"I'm in the mood for redvines" he shrugged. she nodded and smiled at him before shrugging on her jacket and kissing him on the forehead.
as kurt was home alone, with no one to talk to, nothing on tv and a bad leg, he decided to go sit out in the sun whilst the weather was nice.
he sat in one of the garden chairs and propped his leg up onto the one opposite him. his back garden was fenced off from Blaine's, just like the front.
he picked up the packet of matches on the table next to him. as he struck it against the side, he admired how the yellow flame flickered. the colours blending together as they slowly burnt their way down the wooden stick. he watched as it died out and lit another. once again, he admired the flames. they licked at the open air and burt fearlessly. there was something about the flame that calmed kurt. that made all his feelings vanish. after every one died out, he would light another, and another and another. until there was nothing but an empty match box. he signed and leant his head back, looking up at the bright blue sky.
he wanted to change and be the boy he used to be.
but who was that? that was the boy who was a total diva, wore amazing clothes, had a passion for Broadway, who screamed gay, the most compassionate, caring, loving, well-mannered young man. someone who would blush or stick their fingers in their ears and start singing when someone mentioned sex. the boy that made his dad proud.
he wanted to be that boy again.
but secretly, deep down, he still was that boy.
kurt snapped out of his reverie when music floated through the air. he looked over to Blaine's house where the music was coming from.
"blaine, when was the last time you used this?" david asked as he twisted Blaine's guitar over and over in his hands.
blaine shrugged and ran a finger through his hair.
"ages"
"come on, let's bust a sang!" david said enthusiastically.
"i don't know. i haven't sung in a while" blaine hesitated.
"Blaine, you were our lead singer in the warblers..." david looked at him quizzically.
blaine raised an eyebrow at him and david sighed in response.
"look, i haven't seen or sung with you in ages. so let's do it now"
blaine sighed in defeat and took the guitar from david, looping the string around his neck he began to strum one of his and david's favourite songs, a song wes and david sang to blaine when he first transferred to Dalton.
Oh uh-huh
If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea
I'll sail the world to find you
kurt smiled to himself as he listened to the beautiful voice which could only be Blaine's. kurt wanted to smack imslf around the face for not asking blaine to sing earlier. he was acting like a teenage girl, hypnotised by a teenage boy's voice. he leaned back on his chair a little, trying to get a glimpse of blaine through his bedroom window.
If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see
I'll be the light to guide you
Find out what we're made of When
we are called to help our friends in need
david joined in with the chorus, smiling at how happy blaine was when he sung.
You can count on me like 1, 2, 3
I'll be there
And I know when I need it
I can count on you like 4, 3, 2
You'll be there
david sang this verse as blaine strum the guitar.
'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah
Ooooooh, oooohhh yeah, yeah
blaine started singing again.
If you're tossin' and you're turnin' And you just can't fall asleep
I'll sing a song beside you
And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me
Every day I will remind you
the two best friends sang the rest of the song together, voices harmonising perfectly.
Oooh Find out what we're made of
When we are called to help our friends in need
You can count on me like 1, 2, 3
I'll be there
And I know when I need it I can count on you
like 4, 3, 2 You'll be there
'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do
, oh yeah Ooooooh, oooohhh yeah, yeah
You'll always have my shoulder when you cry
I'll never let go, never say goodbye You know...
You can count on me like 1, 2, 3
I'll be there
And I know when I need it I can count on you
like 4, 3, 2 You'll be there
'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do
, oh yeah Ooooooh, oooohhh
You can count on me 'cause I can count on you
kurt leaned further back on his chair as another voice joined in with blaine. the other boy's voice was amazing, but not as good as Blaine's.
kurt kept leaning further back on his chair and without realising what he was doing, fell backwards. he grabbed for the table but missed it by an inch. the chair fell back onto the concrete with a thud.
"shit!" he shouted.
he quickly jumped up from the ground so no one saw him, even though there wasn't anyone there to see.
he realised that one he bounced on his leg, it no longer hurt.
"yes! yes yes yes!" he jumped up and down, throwing his fist in the air. he didn't have to use the crutches any more and he couldn't be happier!.
david and blaine burst into laughter, breathing hard from singing. blaine pulled the guitar around his neck and placed it on the bed, sitting next to it. he was still laughing and clutching at his tummy. david was doubled over, laughing just as hard as blaine, although he didn't know what was funny. he walked over to the window, taking a breath of fresh air to calm himself. then he burst into another fit of laughter when he saw kurt, in the next door garden, falling backwards on his chair. blaine had stopped laughing and came over to the window to see what was funny. kurt was jumping up from the ground, where he had just fallen onto. blaine was worried at how badly kurt would hurt his leg through jumping. blaine could see kurt had a look of pure shock on his face, which was soon replaced with a large smile. kurt started to jump in the air, throwing his fist up and shouted.
"yes! yes yes yes!" he was shouting. blaine giggled at his boyfriend and shuck his head. he walked out of his room, down the stairs and out the back door into the back garden. he leaned both his arms on the fence, placing his head on top of them. he smiled dreamily at his boyfriend as he was still jumping and cheering, completely unaware of Blaine's presence.
kurt continued to jump and cheer at the fact his leg was fine and he didn't have to be nursed anymore.
he spun around and screamed in shock. he slipped slightly and fell back on the soft grass. he covered his mouth to try and muffle his scream. he glared up into Blaine's dreamy, hazel eyes.
"fuck blaine! what the hell are you doing?!" he demanded, still sitting on thegrass.
blaine smiled even wider, his eyes bright.
when blaine didn't answer kurt continued to glare at him.
he could hear laughing and looked up to Blaine's bedroom window, where david was doubled over, tears streaming down his face from laughing so much.
"i see your legs better" blaine smiled. kurt hummed and got up, wiping the grass off his jeans.
"so what are your plans for the day?" blaine asked. kurt moved closer to the fence.
"i was just going to watch some films and eat redvines all day, because of my leg. but now it's better i might go out and see some people. what about you and david?" kurt asked.
blaine shrugged.
"wes has a date with Mercedes as you already know" blaine smiled. kurt leant closer to him.
"well you're welcome to accompany me, if you like" kurt and blaine were now kissing distance apart. blaine looked at kurt's lips and licked his own. he smirked and glanced up at kurt's bright eyes.
"I'd like that" he whispered. kurt leant closer, meeting Blaine's lips in the middle. their lips danced together. not daring to be apart.
blaine cupped kurt's cheeks in his hands, only the high, wooden fence keeping their bodies apart.
kurt's lips parted slightly, inviting blaine in. blaine traced his tongue across kurt's bottom lip, tasting him.
and he tasted amazing. seriously, blaine didn't want to pulled away as he remembered something kurt had said. kurt whimpered slightly as blaine pulled away, making blaine smirk.
"kurt?" he asked.
kurt's eyes were filled with lust.
"yer"kurt said. all he could think about was how amazing Blaine's lips felt against his.
"did you say you like redvines?" blaine asked. kurt frowned in confusion but nodded.
blaine smiled crazily.
"i didn't think it was possible, but after you said that, i love you even more" kurt rolled his eyes but pressed his lips against Blaine's once more