The next morning Kurt wakes up in a rather good mood considering that he has to suffer through school for the rest of the day. He does his skin-care regime and then puts on his outfit for the day which he picked out last night: his tartan plaid Ralph Lauren pants, white Marc Jacobs shirt, and his white calf length Dr Martens boots. He looks fabulous, even if he does say so himself.
He takes a picture of himself with his webcam and uploads it to Tumblr. Today's outfit! Time for school now, sigh. See you all later! he writes and publishes.
Somehow, he makes it through another day of school. With only a few locker checks and getting yet another solo stolen from him by Rachel Berry, he walks out of glee club relatively untouched.
Of course he realizes he's thought too soon as he turns the corner with Tina and they're both met with walls of ice. He closes his eyes on instinct but can't move for a while out of shock. The sound of the stupid Neanderthals walking away laughing makes him able to move again.
He scoops the melting ice out of his eyes with his fingers before shaking them dry and then he grabs Tina's arm. "Come on," he says, pulling her in the direction of the nearest toilets.
He can feel the pressure of angry tears building up behind his eyes as he looks at himself in the mirror, but he refuses to cry. This isn't fair. His white Marc Jacobs shirt is stained red from the colouring of the slushie and - he's a senior; he's eighteen years of age, he should not have to put up with this immature bulling. It just makes him so mad.
He takes a deep breath and starts to clean himself up; with over three years worth of experience at doing this, it doesn't take either of them too long. He and Tina then take turns of washing the red ice out of each others hair.
"This shouldn't have to happen," Tina mumbles as she finishes off Kurt's hair.
"I know," he says, "But one day we'll have made it out of here and we'll prove that we're better than them." And he believes it, because it has to be true.
Luckily, he's home before anyone else is so he can go to his room without being seen to change his clothes. He pauses before he unbuttons his shirt, suddenly stuck with an idea. Why not, he thinks as he starts up his laptop, opening up his webcam, I deserve some sympathy.
Before he uploads the new picture he has just taken, he reads the notes on the one he posted before school this morning. The smile returns to his face as he looks over the many likes the picture received and the lovely comments left: "You look amazing!", "Where did you get those pants? Fabulous!", "I wish everyone was as fashionable as you, the world would hurt my eyes less." The one that grabs his attention the most though, is the one left by warblerbda: "Very cute, I like it."
Kurt can't help the blush that spreads across his cheeks again because of Blaine. He rolls his eyes at himself and goes back to his dashboard to publish his outfit after a day in McKinley when a post he sees makes him stop:
still not over the fact blaine called kurt cute omg jskdjvjie
The post has five likes and he's confused, are people talking about him? He considers reblogging it or contacting the poster... but just in case it isn't about him - even though he can't think of whatever else it could be about -.
He ignores it, posts his new photo - My lovely outfit now… Thanks jocks. - and goes and takes a shower, finally stripping of his soiled clothing.
After the water has washed away the grime of the day; not completely, mentally, but he'll take what he can - he dries himself, moisturizes and decides to put on his pajamas (it's not even 6 pm but the cool silk feels wonderful against his heated skin). He wears a fake smile to Friday Night Dinner, he doesn't want his dad to know anything is wrong - he doesn't want him to worry.
He has six messages when he gets back to his laptop and over twenty sympathetic replies (including some rather violent threats towards the offending jocks) and Kurt responds to them all, grateful somebody cares. None of them are off Blaine and Kurt doesn't know why that bothers him so much.
He opens up a new tab in his browser and types in warblerbda . tumblr . com, curious to find out more about his new friend. He wonders how he missed it last time, probably distracted by the the array of pretty McQueen bowties Blaine had recently posted, but in his sidebar are the glorious words: About Me.
Kurt finds out that Blaine is a performing arts major and has lived in New York City his whole life, that he is terrified of spiders and wants a puppy named Spike, and that he is indeed obsessed with Katy Perry. Kurt scrolls down more and more skimming over the completely random bullet points Blaine decided to share and - wow.
Blaine is also stupidly attractive.
Deciding against being too creepy and staring Blaine's picture for too long (golden shining eyes framed by ridiculously pretty eyelashes and plump red lips that just look so kissable and -) Kurt finds there is nothing else to read and clicks on Blaine's ask box.
hi Blaine, how are you today? thank you for your comment on my outfit this morning! maybe catch you later :)
He goes back to his dashboard and is quickly distracted by the pictures of the new additions added to Vivienne Westwood's autumn/winter collection.
It's well after midnight when Kurt gets a reply. He expects the message to be from his friend Mia, who he had been talking to for most of the night, and he is pleasantly surprised to see it's from Blaine.
warblerbda answered you:
Hey Kurt! I'm very well, thank you. Yourself? And you're more than welcome, it was only the truth after all ;)
Sometimes Kurt has a hard time deciphering whether Blaine is flirting or not. He smiles despite himself and goes back to Blaine's ask box to message him back.
I'm okay... just mourning the loss of today's pretty spectacular outfit.
He doesn't have to wait long for a reply.
warblerbda answered you:
Mourning the of loss the outfit? Why?
It kind of got ruined. Let's just say that Slushie is a verb in my school, he replies.
warblerbda answered you:
What? Kurt, that's terrible!
That's Lima, Ohio for you, Kurt writes and decides to change the subject, not wanting Blaine to pity him. Anyway, anything planned for the weekend?
warblerbda answered you:
It doesn't mean you deserve it. Courage, Kurt. If you ever need anyone to talk to... I'm here. I mean it.
Blaine ignored Kurt's attempt of a subject change and Kurt realizes that Blaine isn't pitying him at all. Thank you, that means a lot to me Blaine, he writes back, overcome with gratitude.
warblerbda answered you:
Anytime. As for my weekend, I plan on spending it in bed with my two favorite men - Ben and Jerry. My muscles are aching from dance class, I need recovery time.
Kurt laughs lightly and like that, they're off again, talking about anything and everything. Kurt doesn't sleep until 4 am that night.