Ahh! Part 11 of You're Taking Over Me is finally here!
Well, I've managed to fuck up the counting pretty thoroughly. I somehow missed 'Forgive Me' and that messed everything… yeah. I'm fixing it now in all the previous chapters.
This is part eleven- and I don't know roman numerals (nope Wikipedia doesn't have them) over ten, so we'll move on to normal numbers.
So far we have:
Save Me | Embrace Me | Await Me | Intoxicate Me | Leave Me | Dream Me | Forgive Me | Wake Me | Hallucinate Me | Dress Me
Know Me
Blaine almost cried in relief when he caught a glimpse of Kurt's bangs, pulled up taut with hairspray. He showed up, thank god. A moment filled with terrified, irrational thoughts ran through him, thoughts of maybe he somehow knows what I dreamt of, but he dismissed it, quickly recovering to wave at Kurt's nearing figure.
He was… gorgeous. No other word for it. A light scarf draped over a fitted t-shirt that stretched over his wide chest. His jeans were too tight to leave anything for imagination, and Blaine had to swallow several times, lifting his gaze after long seconds to look at Kurt's even more gorgeous face.
"Hi," breathed Kurt as he came nearer, clearly a bit nervous as well. It calmed Blaine somewhat.
"Hi," he smiled back. "You're here."
"I'm here," Kurt nodded.
"Do you want to, um, go inside?"
"Yeah, sure."
They sat inside- Kurt hadn't anticipated it being so cold, and his scarf wasn't enough to warm him up- on the farthest table from both the door, in a distant corner.
Kurt didn't know if he should speak first, and Blaine didn't either. So they sat, in a comfortable enough silence of just sipping their hot drinks and smiling at each other occasionally and was that his foot against my shin right now?
It was flirtatious and Kurt couldn't care less. Rachel be damned- this boy, there was something about him that grasped Kurt's attention and refused to let it go. They slowly engaged in a slightly wary conversation over the weather, which was terrible, way too cold for mid-October and so not Kurt's cup of tea (or rather, his cup of coffee, he joked) but Blaine didn't mind it simply because he loved the scent of everything after the rain.
When Kurt was halfway through his cardboard cup of non-fat mocha, he couldn't take it anymore. He was no longer nervous- not more than the usual, anyway- but somehow he felt like something was hanging in the air between them, and determined, he set his coffee down.
"Blaine." He began, and Blaine's eyes widened. He was nervous. Hell, he's been nervous since he met the guy that first time. "Why are we talking about the freaking weather, and not about… this? About us?"
"Is there an 'us'?" asked Blaine. Where did all of his red-leather-induced bravery go?
"I was kinda hoping there is."
Really? Blaine's heart pounded loud in his ears, and he tried his best to control it. There were millions of things that ran through his mind, and instead any of them he whispered, "Can we go outside, please? I want to talk to you… in a more private place."
Kurt nodded, but then remembered why they even sat inside in the first place. "But… I still don't have any coat," he spilled out.
"I- I can give you mine, really, I don't mind the cold." He unzipped the jacket quickly, without even remembering the thin, mid-length-sleeve shirt he was wearing underneath, and handed it over to Kurt.
Murmuring a quick 'thank you', Kurt looked down at Blaine's offering hand, and froze, a barely audible gasp parting his lips.
A zing of fear rushed through Kurt's spine. He knew these scars. Just like when he discovered Rachel's…
They were perfect and horizontal, thin and horribly deep, and Kurt forgot all about going outside or taking Blaine's jacket. He just looked up sadly, his rhetorical question making Blaine's body cringe.
"Why?"
HOLY SHIT!
The. Most. Gigantic. Cockroach. Ever.
I an proud to say I'm not the kind of girl who get scared easily, okay? But that thing is literally huge. I swear to god, I killed a fair share of those but this one is... awful. And the bastard crawled under my bed so I can't even kill the thing. I'm sleeping in the living room tonight, it can find other people to eat.
So yeah, that's why it took me so long to correct the numbers on the other chapters of this series.
BECAUSE I WAS FIGHTING A SATANIC COCKROACH.