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Chapter Thirteen: Thanks, Wesley
Kurt's Perspective
I raced over to Blaine with nothing but happiness racing in my veins. "I told you! You did it!" I squealed in glee.
Blaine took my hands and tugged me into a tight hug, burying his head into my shoulder. I noticed that drops of water were hitting my blazer, and I pulled back to look Blaine in the eyes. "Hey, are you alright?" I asked, honestly concerned.
He chuckled and wiped his eyes. "You changed my life. Thank you so, so much." Blaine spoke with pure affection. I was extremely moved by his words, it even brought tears to my own eyes. Wes banged his gavel loudly, demanding the crowd for their attention again.
"Gentlemen!" my best friend declared, obviously in Counsel-mode, though his eyes shifted in my direction, softening while gazing at Blaine and me. He cleared his throat and announced, "We will not be having rehearsal today; it will be postponed until tomorrow. Meeting adjourned." His gavel's loud smacks finalized the meeting, without any questions asked, the Warblers quickly sped out of the room. Wes took his time, organizing his sheet music and other things, so I decided to ask him what that was all about.
Blaine shot me a questioning look and stayed put as I paced over to my friend's side. "Is everything alright?" I asked Wes.
Wesley looked up while giving me a small smile, then replied with, "I know you and him need some time together. Choir room is all yours, Kurt." With that, he scooped up his belongings and hurried himself out of the room. I chuckled and turned on my heels, facing Blaine again.
"What was that all about?" Blaine wondered out-loud instantly.
"Oh, nothing. We just have the room to ourselves." I spoke nonchalantly.
Blaine blushed and glanced at his hands that were fumbling over themselves in front of him. Then he smiled and ran over to the grand piano that sat promptly on the side of the room. He placed himself on top of it, and gestured me to come over to him. Once I reached his side, he took my hands in his.
Blaine looked into my eyes while blushing as he spoke, "I hope you know that I think you're perfect."
My cheeks flushed at his words and I looked down in embarrassment. "I'm far from perfect…" I muttered as I pulled away from him. A beautiful song fluttered into my head, and it felt so right to just sing it. As I began to pace away from my beloved friend, I sang.
"I'm limited, just look at me," I started to sing softly, gesturing to myself in emphasis. "I'm limited!And just look at you!" I continued, gesturing over to Blaine, whom was still sitting upon the piano. I just kept singing.
"You can do all I couldn't do, Glinda.
So now it's up, to you,
For both of us - now it's up, to you..."
Blaine hopped down from the piano, a thoughtful look placed on his face as he picked up the next verse.
"I've heard it said,
That people, come into our lives, for a reason,
Bringing, something we must learn.
And we are led,
To those who help us most to grow,
If we let them,
And we help them in return.
Well, I don't know if I, believe that's true.
But I know I'm who I am today,
Because I knew you!"
His eyes shimmered with understanding and emotion as he sang straight to me. He meant it, I could tell just by the look on his face that he did. But, he wasn't done singing just yet.
"Like a comet pulled from orbit,
As it passes a sun.
Like a stream that meets a boulder,
Halfway through the wood.
Who can say, if I've been changed for the better?
Because I knew you,
I have been changed… for good."
Singing with Blaine was a time I could let go any of my insecurities and fear go. Everything around us merely faded away. It truly was a beautiful moment that I would never get tired of repeating. Giving him a small smile, I continued the song.
"It well may be,
That we will never meet again,
In this lifetime.
So let me say before we part,
So much of me,
Is made of what I learned from you.
You'll be with me,
Like a handprint on my heart.
And now whatever way our stories end,
I know you have re-written mine,
By being my friend!Like a ship blown from its mooring,
By a wind off the sea.
Like a seed dropped by a sky bird,
In a distant wood.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But, because I knew you,"
Blaine stepped closer towards me, repeating my previous line himself.
"Because I knew you,"
And in flawless harmony, we sang together.
"I have been changed for good."
Finally relaxing completely in Blaine's presence, I smiled warmly at him as I sang the following snippet.
"And just to clear the air,
I ask forgiveness,
For the things I've done, you blame me for."
My blushing best friend gazed at me passionately as he continued the song.
"But then, I guess, we know,
There's blame to share,"
Then we sang the following line and verse together, fantastically molding our vocal qualities together as we sang.
"And none of it seems to matter anymore!Like a comet pulled from orbit,
As it passes a sun.
Like a stream that meets a boulder,
Halfway through the wood.Who can say… if I've been,
Changed for the better?
I do believe I have been,
Changed for the better."
I stopped singing so Blaine could have the first line, followed by myself echoing him, this time around.
"And, because I knew you,
Because I knew you,"
Once again, we join each other in harmony for the ending lines, broadly smiling at each other as we did. Not to mention, we were fighting off the lurking tears in our eyes.
"Because I knew you,
I have been changed… for good…"
After the final notes rang out in our harmony, we stood still, smiling at each other like fools. Blaine bit his lip slightly as he drew circles on the floor with his foot. Intrigued as to what he was thinking of, I piped up and asked him, "What are you thinking about?"
His cheeks turned even redder, nearing the true shade of crimson and he lifted his head and met my eyes momentarily. "Do you really want to know?" he asked skeptically. After he asked, he dropped his head back down in embarrassment.
The curiosity was already eating me away, so I nodded instantly and stood a bit closer to him. Blaine sighed, still swirling his foot on the floor for a few seconds, then he looked up at me and said, "I'm really starting to believe that what I said this morning is extremely far from the truth. That duet just proved to me that we have such beautiful chemistry. Not just musically, but emotionally and even physically. We're both comfortable around each other; I just love being around you. Every second I have with you is like a dream come true, and I know we've only known each other for a handful of days, but if I could choose anyone to spend the rest of my life with, as of now, it would no doubt about it, be you."
I was overwhelmed by his detailed and up-front response. It was so incredible that I met him on his unsuccessful spy mission. This boy, this Blaine Anderson, my best friend, just told me that he would spend the rest of his life with me, gladly. Just for one person to tolerate me for over five seconds was a blessing. I always saw Blaine as someone very different from the others, he was a caring, sweet, sensible, adorable, extremely good-looking, slightly awkward at times, funny, dorky, "needs-a-bit-of-help-with-his-wardrobe-and-plaster ed-hairstyle" type, kind, and to top it all off he was a phenomenal performer. When you're a very gay teenage boy, living in the land of Lima, Ohio, who could ask for anything more? Hell, even outside of Ohio, who could ask for anything more than that form of affection?
Eventually, I snapped myself back to reality and took his nervously clammy hands in mine. I looked him straight in the eyes and said with a wink, "Get over here."
And finally, it happened. The unforgettable moment in my life of soberly being kissed for the first time. I finally understood why people do it so much, because it's such an unbelievable feeling to have someone express their emotions they have with you in that kiss. I never mentally prepared myself for someone as gorgeous as Blaine to have my first actual kiss with. I could totally tell that my subconscious was right about one thing, kissing Blaine all night was exactly what I've wanted since we met.
Slowly, the kiss deepened and Blaine wrapped his arms around my neck, tugging me closer into him. I put my arms around his waist, keeping our contact sturdily close. I was fascinated by how beautiful this moment had become. There was nothing flawless about the kiss, it was perfectly imperfect. Lips hesitantly fumbled against one another, drawing back to take quick breaths, only to reconnect our lips once more. It symbolized a romantic start for two lost homosexual boys with big hopes and dreams for the future, who found each other and supported one another with no questions asked. This kiss would be the one that started a whole new beginning for the two of us. I was both terrified and extremely excited. After about thirty seconds of lip-locking, Blaine released his hold on my lips, allowing air to be accessible again and we sighed together happily.
The silence that passed wasn't awkward, it was welcoming as our brains rushed through the outstanding event that just took place. Then, it allowed us to ponder what to say to each other as we stood, still staring admiringly and holding onto each other in a sweet embrace. Blaine's eyes fluttered up to meet my own, he still seemed dazed, but extremely content, none the less. "That was… wow." He hummed appreciatively.
I really wanted to make him laugh, so I teased, "Hotter than drunk me, hmm?"
Blaine rolled his eyes while chuckling, unwrapping his arms from around my neck. I frowned at the loss of contact and gave him a pout. "There's something I've always wanted to do…" Blaine spoke deviously, twirling himself out of my reach and racing behind the piano. I chased after him, wanting to just cuddle and hold him in my arms again. But I had to admit, playing cat and mouse was extremely fun and adorable.
After a few minutes of quick dodges, Blaine slowed down and I finally caught up with him. Just before I was able to pull him into my arms, he flashed me a mischievous grin and tugged on my tie to connect our lips once again. My eyebrows instantly rose in surprise, but my eyes closed as I kissed him back willingly. Suddenly, a light moan escaped my lips and was clearly audible. Blaine smirked during our mini-make-out session, kissing me back a bit rougher. Not long after it started up, my head buzzed with ecstasy and all I wanted was more of Blaine. Before I totally lost myself in this insane delirium he put me in, I pulled away, initiating a low whimper from Blaine's throat to be heard.
It was Blaine's turn to give me his lovable puppy eyes. He let my tie go, adjusting it in my blazer as I said, "I want us to keep this slow, so we can keep learning more things about each other as we're together. And, um, we're a thing now, right?"
Blaine smiled and nodded, saying, "I sure hope so." He then took my right hand in his, entwining our fingers like it was utterly natural to do so. With a playful smile climbing onto my lips, I squeezed his hand to make sure it was really there. "I owe Wes already, and I've known him for about eight hours." Blaine spoke lightly while laughing.
I cracked up as well, delighted that Wes caught on to something even I didn't. I'll have to thank him later for practically getting me a boyfriend, I reminded myself in advance.
My new boyfriend led me towards the door of the choir room, taking his time as he walked. He hummed the tune of "For Good" under his breath, causing the rosy tint invade my cheeks once more. He unlinked our hands for a split second to open one of the extravagant wooden doors, politely gesturing for me to go ahead of him. After he reached my side again, we followed the path leading back to our dormitory, proudly letting our held hands swing between us as we walked. Blaine seemed a bit jumpy at first, before he realized where he was, and relaxed. Then, Blaine's phone buzzed loudly through the muffled contents of his pocket. With his free hand, he pulled out his phone, pressed answer to a call, and then held it up to his ear. "Alexander?" he asked in clarification. A muffled voice replied speedily, raising Blaine's puzzled expression to a small smile. "Yeah, I made it in," Blaine spoke on his side of the line, then continued after Alexander finished speaking, "I actually won about five things today: A new school that's safe, I'm out of my hell-house, I made a new friend, I somehow was accepted into the Warblers, and to top it all off, my best friend is now my boyfriend." Alexander's voice replied kindly, offering his congratulations and support. "Yeah, I know. I really don't know how it could get better than this today." Blaine hummed contently. I smiled up at him, completely agreeing with his statement as we continued to pace closer to our room. Just before we reached our door, Blaine finalized, "Alright, sounds like a plan. I'll talk to you later then, bye."
Once my boyfriend put his phone away, I asked, "So that was that one guy you met this morning? Alexander?"
Blaine nodded, replying with, "Yep, he doesn't like to be called Alex. And he's pretty cool. He's teaching himself how to play guitar, which is sorta how we actually became friends, by singing a Yellowcard song as a duet. He asked if we would like to go get coffee sometime with his friend and him. By the sound of it, Alexander is really into that friend of his, but not sure if it's mutual. So, I think we're going to have to secretly play match-makers." He finished off his rant with a playful wink and nodded his head towards our door. "Come on, I've got homework to do, and I need my study-buddy to help me." He spoke with a pout.
I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior, then unlocked and opened the door of our dorm, tugging him in behind me. "Alright, sounds good to me." I responded with a peaceful smile lingering on my lips.
Blaine stood on his tip-toes and pecked me sweetly on the nose. "Mhm, math or science first?"