wow. i actually did as i said and updated by the weekend...i didn't actually expect that to happen.
oh, there's some texting going on in this chapter and italized text is kurt while bolded italics is anyone else.
anyways, ON WITH THE SHOW!
One Million Loves Before Me
chapter 2
by: orangepumpkins
"oh my god!" Kurt screamed in alarm, making Blaine jump a foot off Kurt's bed.
"what? What? Spider?" Blaine screamed back.
"no! worse! I forgot my night time skin ritual! My skin is probably dryer than the Gobi Desert right now!" Kurt exclaimed, leaping towards his vanity and promptly beginning to slop various creams, toners, and moisturizers onto his face.
"geez, you scared me there for a second!" Blaine replied grabbing at his heart, trying to calm it. Then, laying back onto the bed, he continued. "so, anyways, Mikey! I told him about me wanting to audition for an "on ice" musical and how I could barely stand in skates, let alone skate in them, and then, guess what he did? He said that he was a pretty good teacher, and then I was all like, 'no way! Do you think you could teach me how to teach me?' and then he said, 'for a cutie like you, of course. I'll even treat you to dinner afterwards.' "
Raising a brow, Kurt turned towards Blaine and asked, "A cutie? Is that supposed to be a complement? Blaine, aren't you somewhat offended by such a feminine description; even if you are gay?"
"What are you talking about? That means he thinks I'm cute! He said I'm cute and asked me out for dinner in the same sentence!" Blaine exclaimed before smothering his face with Kurt's duvet and squealing like a pre-teen fan girl into it.
"ugh. I'm going to be sick." Kurt mumbled to himself, rolling his eyes, before then picking up his satchel and announcing to Blaine, "let's go. You can tell me more over breakfast. If we wait, all the bacon will be gone."
Popping up his head, Blaine replied, "oh right." Getting up, he continued with a chuckle, "You know, with your whole obsession with being fabulous, I don't understand why you allow yourself to devour so much bacon."
Glaring at the curly haired boy in all seriousness, Kurt replied, "Shut up, warbler. If I want to eat delicious slabs of greasy pork, I will change my whole diet to allow it and still have my body look beautiful."
"Oh you." Blaine said chuckling, playfully punching Kurt in the arm. "so as I was saying, we're going to that new outdoor rink…"
MERCEDES! Blaine has been talking nonstop about his date! I can't take it anymore! Thank goodness he's in a lower grade or else I would probably kill myself!
What? I thought he was a senior…
Nope. He's a sophomore…I think the eyebrow add a couple years.
Hmm.
Wait, we're getting away from the point!
Right, srry. so Blaine has a date and wont stop talking, u want to shoot urself (plz dont btw) and continue.
Yes. So, what should I do?
Didn't I tell u to not wait for him and just make a move?
I can't do that right now! He just got a date and he's so excited!
ur fault you waited.
…
Shut up.
You know I'm right though.
Yeah… I guess…
Well I can't help you that much…the most popular guy I dated was puck, and he sure as hell aint a thing like Blaine
Kurt couldn't help but chuckle out loud at that text.
"Mr. Hummel! Care to share what's so funny?"
"Eep. Nothing Ms. Charington"
"Then you won't mind if I take away your phone, now do you?"
"Sorry ma'am." Kurt mumbled to his lap before sliding his phone across the desk to the seventy-something year old geometry teacher.
"Say goodbye to your phone, Mr. Hummel, it will be a while until you see it again.."
"Yes ma'am." Kurt said as the phone buzzed again.
Kurt? Kurt? Did u drop dead or somethin? Anyways, just do what u think is right, I guess. Wish u luck, I know itll work out in the end
"Hmm," ms. Charington said. "well you might as well look at this last message, considering it sounds relatively important.
"Thank you ma'am." Kurt replied, smiling at Mercedes' message.
By the end of the day the poor little old geometry teacher, Ms. Charington had been driven crazy by the non-stop buzzing of Kurt's phone during every break, between classes and especially after school. Blaine was texting Kurt, fretting about his date later that night. The tally was up to eighty-seven text messages and eleven voice messages, but Ms. Charington being the little old lady she was, couldn't figure out how to turn off the darn device off; her pride was also stopping her from asking a student, or even a younger teacher. Ms. Charington was about to pull her hair out from its usual tight, grey bun by four o'clock. By 4:27, Ms. Charington had ordered a message be announced all over the school grounds, demanding for Kurt to come to her office.
Hesitantly, the blue eyed boy made his way to the office within minutes. "Yes, Ms. Charington?"
"Mr. Kurt Hummel! Although I didn't want to give you back your cellular phone at least until winter break, Mr. Blaine Anderson, of my math foundations 10 class, seems to need you for something very urgently and has been alerting your phone for several hours. Although it goes against my usual ways, I'm going to give you back your phone this time. But…" the lady said, putting up a warning finger, "…no one, I mean no one, will know of this. Are we clear?"
"Very clear, ma'am." Kurt replied. "thank you very very much." Before doing a quick nod and heading out at the teacher's okay.
The instant the math wing was out of earshot, Kurt quickly went through his phone's history and nearly screamed in surprise. With a few texts from new directions and a few warblers, Blaine made up the majority of them, the some of the most recent being things like:
Kurt~! what do I do? what do I wear? should I dress casually? help!
Why aren't you answering me! D:
Are you mad at me? :(
You'll get a boyfriend eventually! and then we can go on double dates! :D
Kurt! TT-TT answer me!
I'm freaking out! my hair won't stay!
OMFG! I just ran out of gel! D8
Within minutes, Kurt ran down to the dorms and burst into Blaine's room, only to find him with a pair of scissors, inches from his head.
"Anderson! What the hell?" Kurt exclaimed, and then noticing the scissors, "What the hell? Get those blades away from your head this instant!"
"Oh my gosh! Kurt! Help me! I'm freaking out! What the hell do I do with my hair?" Blaine yelled, throwing down the scissors and running towards his taller friend.
"Tell me why this happens every single time you have a date with one of your soul mates? Nervous break downs aren't very attractive you know." Kurt said knowingly, shaking his head.
Half heartedly, Kurt spent the next two hours picking out an outfit for Blaine and reminding him that almost every other guy with the exception of David (who didn't have nearly enough hair to make use of it) probably had gel and would be willing to lend some. The finished product was a slim pair of grey jeans, a v-neck navy sweater, a long black form fitting coat, a tan scarf, and a hair style that Blaine was finally satisfied with after using half of Wes' gel. Although it saddened Kurt that Blaine was not dressed up for him, the taller boy was satisfied with his work; Blaine looked mature and cool, but still letting his friendly personality shine through, in short, like a hot sears model.
Soon after Blaine parted with Kurt to go on his date, Kurt wondered to himself why he chose to have Blaine wear the scarf that the whole school knew Kurt made and gave to him. Shaking his head, the fair skinned boy slapped his cheeks lightly, trying to convince himself that the only reason he chose the scarf was because it went well with Blaine's eyes, not because he was secretly hoping that Mikey would be turned off by it; because that wouldn't be right, and Kurt was better than that…right?
author's note:
i decided that kurt would text using proper spelliing and use of punctuation, mercedes texts using text message lingo (which killed me to write), and blaine would use proper spelling (because typing out just mercedes' text were really annoying) and uses a bunch of emoticons.
this chapter was more comedic than the last (it's fun writing nervous breakdown blaine). frankly, i'm not sure if i'll be able to write the story as angsty as i hoped it to be... also, i now have no idea where i'm going with this story (perhaps i should have planned it out before i published it...)
hopefully i'll figure everything out and be able to publish a new chapter by the end of the month.
thanks for reading. reviews and any ideas you might have so this story doesn't turn into crap are very welcome.