A/N: This one is pretty short also. But enjoy anyway! more to come tomorrow!
The CD
"Where are you going?" Burt stopped his son Kurt just as he was about to open the door with a CD in hand.
"I'm going to Blaine's house," Kurt stated, afraid of what his dad might think.
"Blaine Anderson?"
"Yes."
"…Why?"
Kurt huffed, "He drove me home last night when I didn't have a ride. He's really sweet."
Burt narrowed his eyes. "Was he nice?"
Kurt rolled his. "Very. Can I go now?" He went to open the door again.
Burt placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "Just hold on a second."
"What?"
"I want you to ask that boy to come for dinner."
Kurt paused, his hand still on the doorknob. "Seriously?"
Burt shrugged, "Why not? The kid seems lonely, and he probably hasn't had a decent meal in a while. I see a delivery guy out there almost every night. He needs some good food."
Kurt smiled widely, thinking his dad could quite possibly read his mind sometimes. Kurt had wanted to ask Blaine to come over since he talked to him last night. "Okay, dad. Thanks." He hugged his father and started walking towards the patch of trees between his and the Anderson's house.
He heard the music not even halfway there. It was another soft melody, one that Kurt couldn't place this time. It didn't sound like anything he had recently listened to. Instead of a guitar, Kurt heard a piano tune coming from inside the house.
Kurt was, yet again, too mesmerized by Blaine's magical playing to notice he was already at Blaine's back door. He was deeply saddened when he knocked and the music stopped, but it wasn't long before Blaine answered the door.
He looked so surprised Kurt was on his back porch he took a step back.
"Kurt?"
"Hi. Can I come in?" Kurt held up his CD. "I have something for you."
Blaine opened the door wider and let Kurt in wordlessly. Kurt stepped in and found himself in a large, highly decorated kitchen. The island in the middle of the room was filled with microwavable meals, cereal, and Nutrigrain bars.
"Wow." Kurt pointed to the island.
"I don't cook," Blaine explained, and then shrugged. "I get by."
Burt's words popped into Kurt's head at the idea of food, about how spot on he was about Blaine's cooking situation. But he didn't ask. Not yet.
"I made you a CD." Blaine looked up at him in surprise from the other side of the room. He looked a bit cold and not very comfortable since he was wearing nothing but torn jeans and an old sweatshirt that had faded letters that read 'NYU'. "Nice sweatshirt."
"It was my brother's." Blaine walked to what looked to be the living room, Kurt close behind. "A CD?"
"I thought you could use some decent music." Kurt handed over the disc. "It has songs from Music Man and Wicked. You have to know what Wicked is for us to be friends."
Blaine didn't answer, but tried to hide the fact he was smiling, already liking the idea of them being friends.
"I heard you playing when I was walking over." Kurt saw a large piano in the corner and walked over to it. "What were you playing?"
"I-I…um…" Blaine collected his thoughts. "I write stuff. Sometimes. The one you heard…" Blaine went over next to Kurt and sat down on the piano bench. "It doesn't have words yet." He started playing the first few chords, his face concentrated yet distant at the same time.
"That's beautiful." Kurt brushed his fingers lightly over the lower keys. "You wrote that?"
Blaine removed his hands suddenly and curled his fingers at Kurt's question. "It's not finished," he nearly whispered. "But…thank you. It's the one I'm most proud of."
Kurt removed his hands from the piano, and laid his elbow on the side. "What are you eating tonight?"
"Chicken soup."
Kurt gasped. "Oh, no. No, no, no, that won't do. You must come over for dinner tonight. It is law."
Blaine chuckled, tight lipped, but then he seemed to take in Kurt's words, and began to shake his head. "No, no, I can't intrude-"
"You wouldn't be intruding!" Kurt tried hard to make his voice soothing. My dad wanted me to invite you. I promise my step mom's cooking is better than microwavable soup."
"Kurt, I don't know." Blaine's voice sounded so small and child-like Kurt had to stop himself from wrapping him up in his arms. The guy was three years older than him, for goodness sake.
Kurt settled for putting his hand on his shoulder. "We would all really like it if you would."
Kurt swears he saw Blaine's eyes sparkle, whether it's from hope or tears, he had no clue, but it was something other than timid and scared, at least.
Then Blaine did it again, that tight lipped, barely-there smile that you wouldn't be able to notice if you were five feet away from him. Kurt wondered what Blaine's old smile used to look like, and whether it was large and teeth filled.
"Okay. What time?"
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