NOTHING RECOGNIZABLE IS MINE. SADLY.
Going back to high school was rough for Kurt. He knew it was going to be after to his absolutely amazing week-end in New York and, even after their Nationals win, he knew nothing would be different. He'd still get shoved into lockers, he's still get slushied, slurs would still be thrown at him in the hallways. He didn't expect anything to change. Except it did. When he, along with the rest on New Directions stepped into the hallway on Monday morning – they'd agreed to congregate in the parking lot beforehand, so they could take all the crap as a team – something felt different. No-one yelled 'freak' or 'homo' when they saw them, people looked and smiled. It was a strange feeling for all of them, except for the jocks and Cheerios, but it felt good. They looked up and saw a 'Congratulations New Directions!' banner hanging from the ceiling, and a wide grin spread across the group's faces. They turned the corner into the choir room, and were met by the grinning faces of the hockey team, all grasping slushie cups in their hands. 'So, nothing has really changed.' Kurt thought 'The smiles in the hall we all sarcasm. Ha-ha, you're smiling now, you'll be bitch slapped by an iceberg the second you step into your house of gay'. Kurt, and the rest of the group, began to prepare themselves for the hit of ice-cold slush. They were all surprised when the smack never came, instead they opened their eyes to sparkling confetti falling from the cups over their heads, and a kind smile on even Rick's face. The hubbub died down when the bell went for first period, and everyone scattered to their lessons. Luckily for Kurt, he had a study period first, so he head to the library to study for his remaining finals.
Despite the lack of Neanderthals chucking him into lockers and people from outside the Glee clubs actually talking to him, Kurt day went rather slowly. Blaine hadn't text him once since he got back from New York, but Kurt just assumed he was busy. Blaine was a world-wide star after all. As soon as he got home, he opened up his laptop and logged into his Tumblr and Twitter. The first post on his dashboard was a video of Blaine, a new one, and everyone was freaking out about it.
YouTube – Blaine Anderson – I'm Yours Cover -
blnndrsn – OMFG. This is perfection. #Why
-StarsMayC0llide- Blaine's in love. BlaInE;s in LoVeE
-BlainesButt – I wanna know who it is. If he's an asshole or bad for him I'm going to die.
-Anderheart – Del, don't worry, Blaine has taste,
Kurt was interested. Blaine? In love? Wouldn't Blaine have told him? He clicked on the link, and watched.
"Hey guys..."
Wow. Blaine was in love. You could tell, just by his face. Kurt racked his brain, trying to figure out who it was. Wes. Blaine had mentioned him before. He even mentioned him at the start of his video. His room-mate. Typical. Guy falls in love with his room-mate, he sings a song, they get together, happy ever fucking after. It sounded exactly like a rom-com. He could really see Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan in exactly the same situation. He'd never admit it, but for the briefest of moments he actually thought it was him, but it couldn't have been. Kurt's heart sunk immediately in his chest. Blaine's well, Blaine. A single tear fell down his face. He turned on his camera, and began to record a video. 'Cedes had been on at him to record a video, get himself out there, but no time seemed better than that moment. Singing always made him feel better, he might as well share it with the world.
"Hey, I'm Kurt Hummel, and I'm going to sing for you. Because, well, why not?"
I'm sitting across from you
And dreaming of the things I do
I don't speak, you don't know me at all
For fear of what you might do
I say nothing but stare at you
And I'm dreaming
I'm trippin' over you
Truth be told
My problems solved
You mean the world to be but you'll never know
You could be cruel to me
While we're risking the way that I see you
That I see you
That I see you
That I see you
That I see
No, Blaine could never know. It was just a silly crush. Something he'd get over in a few weeks, or possibly months. If he didn't, well he'd just have to live with it.
Conversations, not me at all
I'm hesitating , only to fall
And I'm waiting, I'm hating everyone
Could it be you fell for me?
And any possible similarity
If its all, how would I know?
You never knew me at all but I see you
But I see you
But I see you
But I see you
But I see
No, there's no chance. No chance in hell. No chance Blaine could love someone as flawed as him. His voice too high, his skin too pale, his muscles hardly defined. He had too many flaws for someone as perfect as Blaine. Blaine was perfect. He deserved perfection. Another tear landed on his cheek.
I'm standing across from you
I've dreamt alone, now the dreams won't do
I'm standing across from you
I've dreamt alone, now the dreams won't do
Truth be told, my problem solved
You mean the world to me
But you'll never know
You could be cruel to me
While we're risking the way that I see you
But I see you
But I see you
But I see you
But I see you
I'm standing across from you
I've dreamt alone, now the dreams won't do
I'm standing across from you
I've dreamt alone, now the dreams won't do
I'm standing across from you
I've dreamt alone, now the dreams won't do
I'm standing across from you
I've dreamt alone, now the dreams won't do
But I see you
But I see you
But I see you
Kurt gave a last teary smile to the camera, then stopped the recording. He paused for a moment, wiping the tears from his eyes and off his cheek, then uploaded the video to YouTube, and pulling out his cell to text Blaine. He was right, singing had made him feel better. Sort of.
To: Blaine
Nice video B, you sounded great! Who's the lucky guy? ;) xx
Kurt was surprised by his own bluntness. But he was Blaine's friend. His best friend. He had to be happy for him.
From: Blaine
Thanks Kurt. What 'lucky guy'? There isn't anyone. I'd tell you if there was. Xx
To: Blaine
Are you sure? Tumblr seems positive of it. ;) xx
From: Blaine
That says everything Kurt, it's Tumblr. Can I ring you? Are you busy? Xx
To: Blaine
Nope, not busy. Xx
Kurt's cell rang seconds after he pressed 'send',
"Hey Kurt!" Came immediately.
"Hey. What's up?"
"I..I just. I wanted to tell you why I was crying. Well, I wasn't crying. Teary. I was teary. Not even that. I..."
"Blaine!" Kurt interrupted "You're rambling honey. Er, I mean.."
Blaine laughed, a blush rising up both boy's faces, unbeknownst to each other.
"Kurt, it's fine. Chill. I sort of – liked it. It's nice. I guess. Anyway, I was going to say there is a guy. You." Kurt's breath hitched at this moment. Blaine li - "Well, sort of. I just miss you, that's all." 'Well, maybe not.' "It sounds pathetic, but we spent so much time together when you were up here, and...it's weird without you. Sorry if it's creepy or weird or..."
"No, Blaine it's not." Kurt said, trying to keep it together. He couldn't cry. He just couldn't. "You're my best friend, being in different states really sucks. I miss you too."
"Next opportunity I get, I'm coming to visit."
"Blaine, you don't have to do that. Hopefully, I'll be back in New York in just over a month anyway."
"You left 3 days ago. I miss you too much already. I can't wait another month!"
"Blaine, you do know there's Skype right?"
"Not good enough." Blaine complained.
"Blaine, I can practically hear you pouting. You're 5." Kurt laughed.
"5 and half actually. I'm coming to see you. I have to. It's the law."
"Law of where, may I ask?" Kurt questioned, trying not to collapse in giggles.
"Blaine Land." Blaine replied, matter-of-factly.
Kurt gave in. He collapsed onto his bed laughing, almost dropping his cell in the process.
"Blaine..I...huh..I.." Kurt couldn't piece together a proper sentence without giggling, and it seemed Blaine was close to that as well.
"Sor-haha-Sorry Kurt, Ill have to go."
"Oh." Kurt's laughter stopped abruptly. "Okay then, text me later?"
"Of course. Bye Kurt."
"Bye Blaine."
2 weeks later, Blaine was getting ready to leave for Ohio. He had talked to Michael soon after he hung up on Kurt, and Michael agreed that he could go to Ohio, as long as he did a show there. They compromised on a small, surprise show at a small Indie-labelled venue. Small enough for it to be intimate, big enough for the amount of publicity Michael wanted. He announced it via Twitter, it was cheaper for both him and his fans that way, seeing as though it was rather short notice.
BlaineAnderson Blaine Anderson
So, I've been hiding something from y'all. Nothing bad. So, Ohio?
BlaineAnderson Blaine Anderson
I'm doing a show in Columbus tomorrow! 7Pm, tickets $20 at the door, so get there early, there's only 150 available!
BlaineAnderson Blaine Anderson
I apologise in advance if you don't get in! So... who's coming?
He logged out of Twitter, and sent a quick text to Kurt.
To: Kurt
Kurtie! Check my recent tweets! Xx
Kurt's reply came a minute later.
From: Kurt
OH MY GOD YOU'RE COMING TO OHIO?! Xx
To: Kurt
That I am. You're coming to my show, I'll put yours and Merceds' names on the list, you can meet me backstage. I have to go now, getting onto my flight. See you soon. Xx
From: Kurt
THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. Test me when you get to the airport. Have a good flight. Xx
Blaine was nervous through his flight. He wasn't a nervous flyer, not was he nervous about his show. It was Kurt. Gorgeous, sweet, amazing Kurt. He pulled out his iPod and clicked onto his Temple Run 2 app, to distract himself.
He turned his cell on the moment the touched down on the strip. His iPhone blew up with notifications, most of them emails, but a few texts. The first one was fron Wes, with a link to a YouTube video attached.
From: Wes
Hey man, thought you'd like to see this. Have fun in Ohio!
Blaine clicked on the link, and almost died. It was Kurt. Singing. His voice was beautiful, and he was a countertenor. A countertenor. Wes would have killed to have his voice in the Warblers. Kurt was crying. Someone was breaking his heart. Someone didn't return Kurt's feelings. Whoever that was couldn't see the perfection that Kurt is, and is a complete dumbass. Blaine pulled up his text screen, and made an assertive decision.
To: Kurt
Landed in good ol' Columbus. BTW, I love your voice, we're sing a duet tomorrow. Xx
From: Kurt
Good. And NO. xx
To: Kurt
Pleeeeease. Xx
From: Kurt
No. xx
To: Kurt
-attached – puppy_ -
I'll do anything. Please Kurtie! Xx
From: Kurt
Playing dirty Anderson? Fine. Put the puppy eyes away. What song? Xx
Shit. Blaine hadn't thought that far ahead. Then, Blaine got an idea. Luckily, he hadn't booked a hotel in Colubus, he was just planning on turning up, so they couldn't give him any special treatment, so he decide to head to Lima straight off. He had a good excuse though, he and Kurt needed to practice for their duet. Well, first, they needed to choose a song, but still. He checked his watch. 4 pm. It took 2 hours to drive to Lima and he was sure he'd be able to find a motel in Lima somewhere, and he could head to Columbus with Kurt and Mercedes the next morning. He hopped into his waiting car -something he had to compromise with Michael about- and addressed his driver.
"Hey? Driver man? Sorry, I feel rude, I don't know your name." Blaine said apologetically.
"It's okay kid, the name's Brian." The guy – Brian- said with a chuckle.
"Oh thanks Brian. Do you feel like driving me to Lima? Obviously I'll pay you extra."
"Sure thing kid, I live there, so it'll be easier for me anyway. Whereabouts in Lima?"
"that I don't know. I'll get back to you on that." he answered, laughing quietly as he pulled his cell out his pocket.
To: Kurt
Hey Kurt. Xx
From: Kurt
Yes Blaine? Xx
To: Kurt
Where'd ya live? Xx
From: Kurt
In a house :P xx
To: Kurt
Okay then smarty-pants, what's your address? Xx
From: Kurt
Why? Planning on murdering me in my sleep? Xx
Blaine wanted to surprise him, and telling him why he was actually asking would defeat the point a little.
To: Kurt
Damn. I've been caught. My plan has been foiled! Xx
To: Kurt
Nah, I just need to give it to the people in the theatre, so you can prove who you are. Xx
From: Kurt
Okay (the murdering me in y sleep was much more exciting :P) 271 West Elm Street :) Are you staying in Columbus tonight? Xx
To: Kurt
Aye. Going to have a nap now, I'll text you later? Xx
From: Kurt
Okay, talk later xx
Blaine was actually quite tired, so he gave Kurt's address to Brian, plugged himself into his iPod and closed his eyes.
Blaine wasn't asleep for long when Brian woke him up informing him that they were in Lima, and would be at Kurt's shortly after. He looked into the little mirror in the back of Brian's seat, and tried to fix his hair.
"Hey Brian?"
"Kid?" Brian replied, glancing at Blaine through the mirror.
"Do you mind dropping me off around the corner, so I can surprise Kurt? I'd think he'd notice if this pulled up in front of his house."
"Sure, kid. Kurt, ey? Someone special?" He sent Blaine a wink.
"No. No. He's just a...er...friend."
"Brian laughed. "Sure kid."
When they pulled up a short walk from Kurt's house, Blaine grabbed his guitar case and jumped out the car.
"I'll give you a call when I need you, if that's okay?"
"Sure kid. Sees ya later."
"Bye Brian." he replied, slamming the door behind him, and heading down the road looking for 271.
"267, 269, 271." Blaine took a deep breath, before carefully knocking on the door.
"Finn!" A deep voice -which Blaine assumed to be Kurt's father's- boomed through the door. "Grab the door!"
A minute later, the door was yanked open, and a guy Blaine could only describe as giant-like was revealed.
"Hi, er, is Kurt in?" Blaine stuttered.
The guy – Finn0 looked confused for a moment, before turning round and walking into another room.
"Hey Kurt? There's a hobbit at the door for you" Blaine heard Finn say, and laughed.
"What are you talking about Frankenteen? This isn't one of your dumb practical jokes again?" Blaine started to bounce on his toes when he heard Kurt, before he saw Kurt come out of a doorway.
"Hel – BLAINE! Oh my god!" Kurt exclaimed, and Blaine was hit by Kurt, running full force into his arms. "I thought you were staying in Columbus?"
"Well, no. I'm not. I'm going to find somewhere to stay here. I thought we could find a song? If it isn't too late in the evening for you?"
"No, no, it's fine." Kurt smiled, extracting himself from Blaine's arms. "I'll just go talk to my Dad, then we can head upstairs, okay?"
Kurt left Blaine in the foyer, before disappearing into a doorway. He heard a muffled conversation, then Kurt emerged with a large grin on his face, and gestured for Blaine to follow him up the stairs.
"Door open Kurt!" Kurt's father yelled.
"Dad, we're rehearsing! You tell me to shut my door when I'm singing!"
"Fine. But no funny business!"
Both boys blushed, and continued up to Kurt's room. The moment Kurt shut the door, Blaine began to laugh. Hard.
"Hey, what's funny? Do I have something on my face?"
"No, but you do have a poster of me on the back of your door." Blaine continued to laugh whilst Kurt blushed, pulled the poster down carefully and threw it under his bed.
"I should have taken that down." Kurt said quietly, not looking Blaine in the eye.
"Hey Kurt, look at me, it's fine." Blaine put his hands on Kurt's shoulders "We can just replace it with some awesome photos of us no! Then, I still get pride of place on the back of your door, but I'll have a real smile on my face."
"Okay. We should practice." Kurt smiled.
"We should choose a song first!" Blaine grinned, taking his hands off Kurt's shoulders and sitting on the end of his bed.
"How about this one?" Kurt asked, passing Blaine some sheet music.
"Perfect." Blaine smiled, picking up his guitar,
2 hours later, they were interrupted by a knock on the door. Blaine and Kurt had long since ditched rehearsing, choosing instead to flick through the latest issue of Vogue and taking pictures.
"hey son." Burt smiled, walking into the room. "Blaine Anderson I assume?"
"Yes, Mr. Hummel, sir." Blaine stood up quickly, and held his hand out for Burt to shake.
"Quit the formalities son, call me Burt." Burt smiled, pulling Blaine into a short hug with the outstretched hand. "Where are you staying tonight?"
"I'm going to find a hotel nearby sir – Burt. In fact, I better set off soon, it's getting late."
"Sir Burt, I like that." Burt chuckled "Don't be silly kid, don't waste your money on a hotel, we can set up the guest room for you."
"Are you sure Burt? I don't want to be a nuisance."
"Kid, I offered, of course I'm sure."
"Okay, I'll just go ring Brian, so he can bring my stuff round."
"Is Brian your boyfriend?" Burt asked bluntly.
Blaine blushed furiously "No, he's just my driver while I'm here. My manager insisted on me having him, I could have easily rented a car. I'm er single." Blaine rubbed the back of his neck awkward.
"Dad! Leave Blaine alone!" Kurt said, embarrassed.
"I'm just messin' with him Kurt." Burt grinned, slapping Blaine on the shoulder. "You ring your driver of whoever, then you can both come downstairs if you're hungry, Carole's making grilled cheese."
"Kay, thanks Dad." Kurt said, pushing his father out the door.
"You;re not rehearsing anymore, door open." Burt warned, before turning and heading down the stairs.
Kurt was nervous. He'd been standing in the wings from 20 minutes, and he couldn't get his mind away from his duet with Blaine.
"So guys." Kurt heard Blaine say. "I have a friend who's gonna come out here and sing if that's okay?"
The audience screamed, and Kurt took that as his cue to stepping into the bright lights of the stage. He looked into the audience, and saw Mercedes in the front row, grinning and sending him a thumbs up.
"This is my friend Kurt." Blaine said, and both of them blushed when they heard a few wolf-whistles from the crowd. "Just a friend, y'all. Calm your shipping hearts." Blaine grinned.
"Hot friend!" A girl in the second row yelled.
"I'm not saying he isn't." Blaine replied with a wink. "Anyway, Kurt you ready?"
"As ever." Kurt replied, his blush still high in his cheeks.
I was so high, I did not recognize
The fire burning in his eyes
The chaos that controlled my mind
Whispered goodbye as he got on a plane
Never to return again
But always in my heart
Blaine started, grinning at Kurt, then Kurt joined in at the chorus, the two voices melding together perfectly.
This love has taken it's toll on me
He said goodbye too many times before
And his heart is breaking in front of me
I have no choice 'cause I won't say goodbye anymore
Kurt took over for the second verse, all his nerves gone, and replaced with a high that only being on stage could give him.
I tried my best to feed his appetite
Keep him coming every night
So hard to keep him satisfied
Kept playing love like it was just a game
Pretending to feel the same
Then turn around and leave again
This love has taken it's toll on me
He said goodbye too many times before
And his heart is breaking in front of me
I have no choice 'cause I won't say goodbye anymore
Blaine took the final verse, looking directly into Kurt's eyes, hoping he got the message, but the dazed look in his eyes eyes told him otherwise.
I'll fix these broken things
Repair your broken wings
And make sure everything is alright
My pressure on your hips
Sinking my fingertips
Into every inch of you
'Cause I know that's what you want me to do
This love has taken it's toll on me
He said goodbye too many times before
And his heart is breaking in front of me
I have no choice 'cause I won't say goodbye anymore
The crowd erupted in cheers, and Kurt bowed, before quickly hugging Blaine and running off stage. As soon as he got backstage, he pulled his cell out of his pocket, and turned it on. It had been off all day, since he was so busy rehearsing and walking around Columbus with Mercedes and Blaine. He clicked onto the message from his father, and froze.
A/N Woah. Cliffhanger! :O. This chapter's an absolute beast compared to the others. Almost 4000 words. I know it's a bit jumpy, but I couldn't find a cut off point which made sense. Oh, and I made the Tumblr url's up, so hopefully no-one's taken them :L Told you this one would be up quicker! But I probably wont update for a week or so now, college and coursework and shit like that -_- so I hope you like this! Reviews are like love!
Songs:
I See You - MIKA
This Love - Maroon 5
- Cheyenne xo