I'm back, bitches xD You didn't think I would continue this story after two years, right? Well, here I am!
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There's a difference between attraction and compatibility, and we don't actually pair people by similar interests or beliefs. We do it by displaying people who are accepting of each other's points of view.
-Tom Jacques
For the hundredth time this day, Blaine groaned when he and Sam were walking down the hallways of Lima's mall.
"He is…"
"A pain in the neck?", Sam ended his sentence, smirking. "Yup, you already said that one hundred times in the past two hours."
"But it's the truth!", Blaine exclaimed and threw his hands up exasperatedly, onlookers around them threw them weird glances. He sighed. "Why couldn't you get those powers instead of him? I mean you are my best friend and he is…"
"…Having dinner with a snob?", Sam cut him off when they went out of the mall, looking at something on the other side of the street.
Blaine groaned again. "Not funny, Sam."
"I'm serious, man. It looks like a date to me."
Curious, Blaine followed his gaze and looked into the window of the restaurant on the other side of the road, spotting Kurt sitting on a snobby looking guy's opposite. They looked like they had the times of their lives.
A perfidious smile came to Blaine's face and he crossed the street without looking, almost getting hit by a car that honked loudly when it drove past him.
"Dude!", Sam shouted when they had made it to the other side safely. "What was that?"
"Duck down!", Blaine instructed when they were in front of Breadstixx's display window. "I want to teach Kurt a lesson for his behavior all the years, and especially for his behavior today."
Sam's eyes were sparkling maliciously. "Dude, that's great. What do you have in mind?"
Smirking just as maliciously, Blaine looked down his hands. "Using a little bit of magic, my friend."
…
Kurt almost needed to wipe away tears of laughter. "So you almost spilled tea over the Queen when you were four?"
Adam grimaced. "I didn't even get how powerful and important the Queen was back then. To me, she always has been Grandaunt Elizabeth." He rubbed his neck, embarrassed. "
"I know I shouldn't laugh, but I just can't help it", Kurt chuckled and took a sip of his lemonade. "I am sorry."
The Briton waved it off. "I am over it, it's okay. You can laugh as much as you want to."
The two of them were almost too full for dessert, so they had decided to share a strawberry cheesecake.
"Open your mouth", Adam instructed, and Kurt needed to bite back a chuckle when the other male fed him a piece of cheesecake.
They continued feeding each other until their piece of cake was gone. Kurt just couldn't help the wide smile that spread on his face. "I'm really enjoying the time we spend together", he admitted shyly while they waited for the check. Dammit, where is that coyness coming from? He normally was rather self-confident; his confidence was bordering on self- righteousness. Mercedes' words, not his.
Adam requited his smile. "Me too", he admitted. "I hope we can someday repeat this."
"That would be great", he answered softly.
Kurt was on cloud nine. He was pretty certain that Adam was his soulmate. Adam was everything he wanted his partner to be, and maybe so much more. That Adam seemed to like him back was the icing on the cake. It was –
The lamp over their booth suddenly started throwing out sparks. Adam yelped; Kurt's eyes widened in shock. To make matters worse, the rim of the lamp caught fire too. The fire alarm went off, the detectors set off the fire sprinklers. Within seconds, Kurt and his date were drenched, and in Kurt's case also pissed. While the guests and the staff of the restaurant quickly left the building, Adam picked at his grey slipover with a frown. "That was a tailored Tom Tailor", he complained. "I wonder why the lamps suddenly started burning. That's a little odd, right?"
But Kurt couldn't focus on his words right now. He was sure he had seen a mop of dark gelled hair disappear around the corner. That son of a … He cleared his throat. "Please excuse me an instant, Adam. I won't take long."
Before his date could answer, Kurt had already rushed away and followed the suspect. Seething, he looked into the faces of the two childish seventeen-year-olds. Other than him, they found his situation quite amusing, according to their laughing fit. "What was that for?!"
Blaine looked up – and had the nerve to continue cracking up. Only Sam had calmed down in the meantime.
Kurt, on the other hand, looked ready to kill. "You just set the lamp on fire, didn't you?"
"You bet", Blaine answered with a crooked grin. "And I don't regret anything."
"Breathe, Kurt, breathe", he muttered to himself with clenched fists. "No reason to freak out over this…"
Blaine just couldn't stop laughing. "Can't control your temper? How pathetic."
"You're such a nuisance, Blaine Anderson", Kurt hissed, eyes narrowed. "First, you use your freaky witch powers on me, and then, you purposely sabotage my date!"
That effectively made him stop laughing. "We already had that topic", Blaine sighed "I'm no witch, okay? And you deserved to taste your own medicine for disrespecting me since I came to McKinley. It's your own fault."
The way Kurt looked right now was downright scary. "That's it.", he said calmly. "I want a restraining order. I'm going to sue you and ask for a restraining order so that you never bother me again."
Blaine only scoffed at that. "Okay, and what will you tell the cops? 'That boy that also saved me from drowning somehow gave me mysterious powers, and just because I'm such a crybaby that doesn't know how to solve conflicts, I need to get you involved. Please, help me?' Are you serious?"
"You're treading on thin ice right now", Kurt warned him. He turned on his heel, his face expression was ice cold. "Alright. You didn't want it the other way. You want war? You can have it. The game is on, hobbit."
With that, he strutted away from him and back to his date. Sam threw Blaine a worried glance. "Was it a good idea to provoke him?"
Blaine just shrugged. "We will see."
…
Ronan Cole nervously looked back and forth between his note and the locker in front of him. Was he really going to do that? What if he misinterpreted the signs? He took a deep breath. No, he was pretty sure that he read the signs right. He was going to do this now.
Just when he wanted to slip the note into the locker, two jocks cornered him with smirk on their faces.
"Are you Ronan Cole?", jock number one asked.
The sophomore nodded shyly. "Why?"
The second jock aggressively slammed him into the locker. "If you dare to ask out Blaine Anderson, we are going to kick your ass", he warned him.
With that, the two older teens turned on their heels and left.
Ronan shuddered and confusedly looked down the crumpled note in his fist. How did they know he was interested in Blaine?
…
During lunch break, Blaine got a weird text from that cute boy he had been flirting with for a while.
Ronan: Sorry, the date is off
That was indeed weird. After all, Ronan had looked quite hooked when Blaine finally asked him out today during AP physics.
Blaine: Oh, what a shame :( We could meet tomorrow, instead?
Ronan: Haven't I made myself clear enough? I don't want to hang out with you. Like, at all
Ouch. That was more than clear.
His friends seemed to notice his mood swing. "Are you okay, Blaine?", Artie asked him worriedly while he was picking at his peas.
"Ronan just dumped me – before our first date", he sighed.
Tina gave him a short hug. "I'm so sorry, Blaine", she said into his shoulder.
Sam patted his arm consolingly. "There are plenty of fish in the sea. Besides, that Ronan-guy wasn't even a looker. He still wears braces."
Blaine sighed again. "I just want to be loved, is that too much I'm asking for?" He wondered what he had done to the universe to deserve that.
…
Half an hour later, three students met up at the boys' toilets.
"As always, it was a pleasure to do business with you, gentlemen." Kurt leaned against the wall and handed the two jocks from before a bundle of dollar bills.
The two jocks just grunted before they left.
Kurt grinned perfidiously and left shortly after. Little did he know that Artie had been in one of the toilet stalls and rolled out, mouth agape.
…
The cheerios were panting after they needed to redo the routine, for the fourth time now.
Coach Sylvester, however, scowled in the round of the exhausted cheerleaders. "That was worst performance I have seen to date, and that really means something. You are the most incompetent cheerleaders I have seen in my entire life. You should feel ashamed of yourself", she yelled into her megaphone.
The students groaned collectively. "Is it too late to quit?", Mercedes whispered to Quinn. "If I hear her complaints one more time, I'm gonna shoot myself right now."
"Please be so nice and save a bullet for me", the blonde whispered back, dead serious.
At that moment, someone came storming into the gymnasium, seething. "Kurt! What the hell?!", Blaine yelled, outraged.
The boy in question looked up from his water bottle in bewilderment. "What are you doing here, hobbit?"
"I know exactly you threatened Ronan so that he cancelled our date!"
Kurt started smiling. "Oh, that…"
In the meantime, Coach Sylvester glowered at the two fighting cocks with balled fists. "Would you mind postponing your lovers' quarrel?", she hissed between gritted teeth.
Much to her surprise, she was ignored.
"You had no right to scare the poor boy off!", Blaine snapped.
"Well, I warned you. You should have thought first before you manipulated my date with Adam!"
"I just can't believe you!"
The two glared at each other, the mood dropped instantly. Just like the temperature.
"Why is it so cold in here all of a sudden?", Brittany asked in the round, she was shivering like the rest of the people in the room – apart from the fighting duo.
That's when Sue had enough. She pointed at Blaine angrily. "You -out! Get the hell out of here before I throw you out with my bare hands!", she roared. "If you want to join the cheerios, wait until next term. But until then, I never want to see your gay face again in here, are we clear?"
Blaine gulped. He had a feeling it was no good idea to mess with that woman. "Crystal clear." He quickly turned around and left, not without throwing Kurt another killing glance.
As soon as he had left the room, the temperatures went back to normal, and Coach Sylvester continued with her routine as if nothing had happened.
Mercedes and Quinn threw Kurt weird glances throughout the training, but he chose to ignore them.
…
At the same time, Dr. Applebaum waited in front of McKinley and watched Blaine say goodbye to his three friends. She retrieved her notepad and eagerly took notes.