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~ S5 ep10, Best Kisses ~
Tossing and turning during his sleep, nightmares pounding his heart to a pulp. "WHAT, IS YOUR PROBLEM?" Would the memories of being bashed against the lockers ever leave him?
Kurt's walking down the swirling staircase, removing his sunnies that hopefully hide his identity, first person his eyes catch he quickly seeks assistance, "Excuse me, umm, can I ask you a question? I'm new here."
"My name's Blaine." That's all Kurt needed to hear, to know that who he was looking at, what he was looking at, was going to be THE one to change his life in the most magnificent way. And then the electricity, that magnificent exchange of electricity when their hands touched… it was, Earth SHATTERING! Time stood still at 11:08 on that beautiful morning before lunch. Everything that happened thereafter, that wonderful day, felt like a huge, BIG warm hug, it was surreal.
"HEY, I'M TALKING TO YOU!" The bright white room and red lockers were harsh on his eyes. So too, the caged stairwell. "DO NOT, MESS, WITH ME?" Karofsky had yelled at Blaine, then he pushed him hard against the arm rail. Blaine raised his arms in surrender and looked up as Karofsky's face came within a centimetre of his. Kurt was FURIOUS! How dare he threaten Blaine. He rushed to Karofsky and threw him sideways, "YOU HAVE TO STOP THIS!" he screamed at him. Tossing and turning more, shaking his head and mumbling nonsense.
Right now, he's caught between two worlds. "Hmmm!" he can feel kisses on his cheek, he's aware of kisses on his forehead, his nose and lips. It's the one on his lips that does the trick, the soft pressure of just sitting there, waiting for him to respond. Hands rubbing his ear lobes and his breathing is slowing down and becoming rhythmic in time with the kisser, it's totally delightful. The nose against his nose, and now Blaine is holding his breath, till Kurt responds.
Finally Kurt wakes up, "Blaine!" "Hey, welcome back." He wakes up to a tight embrace of Blaine's reassurance that all is well, it was a bad dream. He reaches his arms around Blaine too, pulling him back down, snuggling himself into his lover's chest. All scents wonderful, reassurance that the best kisses, the best hugs, the best of love will always be with Blaine.
Kurt can't help but release some shock waves of annoyance at that bad dream memory. Blaine's lips sit against his temple and they fall to a slumber of morning delight, until …. something else wakes them up, together, once more.
When Kurt does wake up, ages later, he opens his eyes, and is greeted by two equally beautiful hazel eyes looking down on him. Propped up on a fist, is Blaine smiling down on his beloved. "Welcome back again!" a kiss on Kurt's nose.
A smile so wide, from Kurt. A stretch of his arms above, his back arching and legs reaching for the far end of the bed. A deep yawn, bringing his hand to cover his morning breath quickly. "How long have you been watching me for, this time?"
Blaine bites his bottom lip and rolls his eyes around, resting his sight back on Kurt's wondering gaze. "Umm, I've lost count of the time." He reaches over Kurt, fully aware of his body leaning against Kurt and knowing how Kurt enjoys the feel of his gel free hair brushing over his face. He lifts a glass of apple juice for them, drinking first and sharing blinks and smiles, then offers it to Kurt.
Blaine pulls back to let Kurt lift himself up, taking the glass and drinking the rest. As Kurt puts the glass on the side table, Blaine spoons in behind….
'bzzz, bzzz' an alarm clock sounds, and then a message is received. Kurt picks up his phone, "Ugh! It's from Rachel. And there's one from Santana."
A few hours later Kurt is ready to leave for New York. "Ring me when you get there."
~ a few hours later, nah a few days later ~
"YOU TWO HAVE GOT TO STOP THIS!" Kurt's yelling at Rachel and Santana.
"I'm out of here!" Elliott has had enough. "Kurt, call me when this is sorted out, or when you start a new band without them two."
"WHAT?" Kurt turns flabbergasted to watch Elliott pick up his coat and walk through the open door, and then it's shut quietly, Elliott isn't the aggressive type, despite his vocal range.
"This is ridiculous!" Danni's turn to comment on the two fighting prima donnas. "Santana, you're coming to my place until you two calm down," she looks at Santana, who isn't budging. "Babe, now! We'll wash our hair and you can colour mine blue."
"Alright, but this, this isn't over." Ignoring her girlfriend's complaint, Danni winks at Kurt and the girls go to leave.
"Well, you two, and Elliott had better be at the recording studio tomorrow afternoon. I didn't put in all that effort for you lot to bail out."
All four remaining members of Pamela Lansbury look shockingly at one another. They were so looking forward to recording their first cd.
Santana and Rachel exchange apologetic nods and mumbles.
"Right, I'll call Elliott and we'll see you two there then. Rachel, can you make me a cup of tea?" before she can complain, he lifts a single finger in her direction. "That's not a question." And he goes to the window for better reception at calling Elliott.
~ the next afternoon ~
The petite five foot nothing, librarian looking singer arrives. She goes into her change room, a flurry of assistants follow her in, they move with the air of grace around her, wherever she goes.
She changes into confident sexy clothing. She eats a light salad with salami and downs an apple juice. After a bathroom break she settles in the higher chair for make up. They fluff her hair, apply generous make up and an occasional spray of perfume.
They leave her to rest and psych up. She stands, looks in the full length mirror, trying to see where she really is, who she really is. This image before her, is that of a confident someone else. Someone she used to recognize, and hope to be, when she was much younger.
"Ten minutes Miss Singer!" someone calls through the other door. She, her, that other person she was just over an hour ago, came in one door. And now she, this new person, exits via a different door. Come in a brown door, exit a vibrant purple door.
One last sideways, confident look, puts on quality footwear and a wink to herself. "I can do this! I can do anything now." A big sigh, stretch arms up, to the left, to the right. Arms down and jumps up and down. Feeling like a boxing fighter, cracks her knuckles, wrists, elbows, shoulders and head. "I'm ready!"
She follows behind her security body guard, down a dark, tight corridor. It opens to a softly lit, wider corridor. He stops her and checks who the five people are, sitting on chairs, looking like they're waiting for the Principal for reprimanding.
He comes back and approaches to speak quietly in her ear. "They're for the next room to do some recording. Would you like me to escort them out?" She peeks around him, sucking on her little finger with wonder. She whispers quietly to him, and he shivers. "No. It's okay. I recognize one of them. I think I gave him an autograph." She ponders … "Hmm, let's go in."
She lifts her chin up, avoiding eye contact as she walks by. Pamela Lansbury look straight ahead, down, away from her, except one! His eyebrows are raised, mouth open and heart beating really fast.
Ten minutes later, after some softly heard warming up, Kurt grabs his chair and drags it across the corridor. "What are you doing?" Elliott and Danni say. Rachel already knows, she remembers their McKinley High Glee Club days, Santana nods as well, she remembers too.
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm going to get a sneak peek at who is singing in there. I know that voice, I know those songs. I'm not letting this opportunity pass me by."
He puts the chair in place, and stands on it, on his tippy toes. "OH, MY …..!"
"SHSHSHSHSH!" they all hush him as softly loudly as they can.
Kurt's face is mixing between smiles and wonder. "Oh, Rachel….. Oh, Santana…!" he looks down at them, they're all looking at him.
"AAAAANNNNDDD?"
"It's …"