Characters: Riza Mustang Hawkeye, Roy Mustang and YOU When: Wednesday, 30th March 2011 from roughly 4pm Where: The Meeting Hall. Rating: PG Summary: It's a wedding...
Kurt was sitting backstage for now, taking a break from singing in the background for Jesse and Rachel, letting the rest of the club members they'd managed to get ready for the day pick up the slack.
He was clad in his Dalton uniform, only with a different tie, simply because it was the most formal outfit he had right now, sitting up straight in a chair, legs crossed neatly at the knee, a makeshift clipboard in hand.
The songs they'd already performed were at the top of a list, little x's to their left and a variety of numbers at the right, the ones he had lined up scribbled below, waiting for judgment. But for the time being, Kurt was relaxing, basking in the fact that he's actually taking part in a wedding here. The last two days had officially made up for the horrible beginning to this long, long month.
Feel free to approach him, be it with song requests, just general conversation, or if you're part of the "secret plot" to get Roy up on stage and singing. Every couple needed a bit of romantic embarrassment on their big day. And singing Just the Way You Are is definitely good for that.
Blaine, also dressed in his Dalton uniform, had been ordered by Kurt to rest in the chair he was currently seated in backstage. Even while they were performing, he was either given minimum amounts of movement or was told to sit as they sang their number. He had tried to protest, insisting that he was fine to perform a few songs and dances, but Kurt demanded that he remain seated so he could continue his recovery.
He knew Kurt was looking out for him, but he was starting to get a bit bored sitting and doing nothing during his few breaks. Kurt had been busy keeping things moving forward and making sure things were perfect, a bit too busy to sit and chat with him. But when he saw Kurt sitting down and looking over his list, he knew that this might be a chance to do some sweet talking. Maybe he would even get a dance with Kurt out of it.
That is if Kurt didn't immediately drag him back to his rest.
Blaine pulled himself out of his chair and made his way over to Kurt. He moved from an angle that Kurt wouldn't see him. It didn't take him long to sneak up behind Kurt and place both of his hands on Kurt's shoulders, starting to give them a little massage while he was there.
He'd been so engrossed in scribbling little notes in the margin of his list that really, Blaine didn't need to try too hard to sneak up on him. So when those hands landed on his shoulders, Kurt was jumping, letting out a little, high-pitched sound of surprise as he practically throws the clipboard up into the air.
But then the hands started moving, and as Blaine started speaking, he felt a strange sort of warmth start to flood over him, and that same, giddy buzzing he'd felt the night before started up in his mind again, making the look he was shooting at the boy standing behind him ninety percent less effective.
"Relatively so. I'm sure you've noticed the few slip-ups we've had tone wise, but considering how little time we had for preparations, it hasn't been a disaster. Not yet, anyway," he sighed, though, and leaned back a bit into Blaine's hands, despite his better judgment. He knows Blaine should be sitting down, but he didn't seem to be out of breath or anything and... that massage felt good. Really good. "How are you, though?" ... yeah, okay. He's still worried.
"Sorry I scared you," Blaine said while leaning down and kissing the top of Kurt's head before continuing with the massage. "I think we've been doing well, especially for such short notice. You really know how to plan wedding entertainment."
He was glad the he could help Kurt relax. While he enjoyed planning weddings and their performances, he knew that Kurt was still stressed out. If he could get him to relax just a bit, Blaine would be very happy.
"I'm doing fine. I've had plenty of rest and I haven't overdone it or anything. There's no need to worry about me."
"Keep massaging, and I just might forgive you," he said, trying to keep his voice at a careful, uncaring drawl, but the kiss to the top of his head had a chuckle leaking out, a giddy little grin splitting across his face. "Weddings are my crack, Blaine. You should have seen what I pulled out for my dad's."
Very stressed out, but after the other night, he was still just over the moon that they were boyfriends now. That he finally, finally had what he's been wanting for months. Blaine Anderson. In love with him.
"Asking me not to worry about you is like asking Rachel not to sing," he will tilt his head back to look at Blaine, though, making that smile of his completely visible. "Good. But you're still not dancing during your solos, Blaine. You get way too into it physically sometimes."
Which is totally endearing, but definitely not good for his recovery.
"I still wish I could have gone. It sounds like it was amazing."
He continued his massage, working all of the tension out of Kurt's shoulders. He was glad that he could do something to help Kurt out (since Kurt refused to let him help with decorating or any of the preparations that requires physical work).
"I promise I'll be careful, Kurt. It's not like there are any couches for me to jump onto on stage." Blaine said with a little pout. Which, when Blaine thought about it, would have probably worked better when he still had the dog ears. "And don't you want to slow dance with me at some point tonight?"
"It was," he let his lips twitch upward then, eyes almost twinkling as he gives Blaine a purely teasing look as he glances up again. "Although I daresay you'd have been jealous once Finn started singing Just the Way You Are to me."
But then, Blaine was massaging, and Kurt let his eyes slide shut as a little sigh escaped him, head ducking forward a little as he relaxed under that rather magical touch. Blaine's uncanny obsession with grabbing and rubbing at his shoulders had always calmed him down, had been the physical touch that he needed during those moments, and now was no different. Now he could practically feel the tension dripping away.
"Mm... I'm more worried about your tendency to hop madly across stage on one leg than your penchant for waltzing across couches, actually," he mumbled, sounding decidedly relaxed until--
... until Blaine mentioned slow dancing with him. Almost instantly, Kurt tensed up, his face turning beet red as he ducked his head a little more, suddenly embarrassed because... Blaine was offering him his dream for the duration of highschool. To be able to dance with a guy he liked, and not have to worry about being judged.
But Kurt was also well aware that the sudden tensing could - and in this early, still slightly awkward part of their relationship probably would - be taken the wrong way, so almost instantly afterward he was reaching a hand up to grip desperately at one of Blaine's, forcing himself to swallow thickly in order to try and respond.
"... If I could... I'd be out there on the floor with you right now. And I'd never let go."
"I'm sure I could have come up with something to out serenade him," Blaine said with a teasing look of his own.
At his mention of slow dancing, he noticed Kurt duck his head and a blush covering his boyfriend's entire face. So the sudden tensing wasn't taken the wrong way, especially when Kurt grabbed his hand and answered.
"Why don't we? We have a bit of a break until we need to sing next. Even if it's only for a little bit. If I can only dance once tonight, I'd be ecstatic to have it with you."
"I'd honestly be willing to hear it," he said with a little laugh.
It was a good thing that Blaine saw that blush, though. He's still... not sure how to act around Blaine. They were both new and horrible at this whole relationship thing. And Kurt honestly just couldn't break some habits around Blaine. He still hid the little reactions like this, the giveaways as to how much he cared for the boy standing behind him. Smiles, fond looks, and moments like this he still just bit the inside of his cheek and ducked away, even if he knew it didn't matter anymore.
So, eventually, he looked up again, giving Blaine his sunniest smile, his hand only flitting around a little in nervousness where it was gently pressed over Blaine's.
"... Alright. But you have to promise me. As soon as you start getting tired or feeling sore, you'll let me know. I'm not going to let you push yourself for me, Blaine. We'll have other dances," and, he was standing hand shifting around so he could grasp Blaine's better, tugging him towards the dance floor in a rather poetic reversal of his first day at Dalton, when Blaine had led him through the halls.
Though, he already was planning something. While his song no longer was needed to confess his love, he could still use it to show Kurt just how much he cared about him.
"I promise."
Before he could say anything else, Kurt took a hold of his hand and began to drag him toward the dance floor (though, Blaine really didn't need to be dragged). Once they were on the floor, Blaine moved Kurt's hand to his shoulder and he placed his own hand on Kurt's hip. With those hands securely in place, he held his other hand out for Kurt to place his free on in.
He knew he shouldn't be dragging Blaine behind him, just as he knew he didn't need to, but suddenly he felt like a giddy teenager with a schoolgirl crush, like he was seconds away from just tripping over his own feet and losing any and all ability to speak. His heart was hammering against his ribs, Blaine's hand burning where it rested against his hip, his own hand feeling like it was being shocked as it settled on Blaine's shoulder.
This was it, the moment he's been waiting for. Dancing with a boy he cares for, being able to do so without worry of being judged, knowing his friends will smile and tease later, but accept it. And if his eyes were getting a little glassy as he gently, carefully slipped his hand into Blaine's extended one, it was by no means a bad thing. He was happy.
"Considering it'd just be rude to say no now..." he trailed off for a second, letting the statement hang in the air before he chuckled, a bit of red returning to his cheeks. "Always, Blaine."
Seeking out Kurt was probably a mistake, still - he hadn't managed to thank them for their presence, and their entertainment yet, so it only seemed fair. Especially if he and Riza decided they wanted to take their leave a little earlier than expected.
Grabbing a nearby chair, he pulled it over and sat down with his chest to the back of it, leaning over to try and sneak a glance at the clipboard in his hand.
He was clad in his Dalton uniform, only with a different tie, simply because it was the most formal outfit he had right now, sitting up straight in a chair, legs crossed neatly at the knee, a makeshift clipboard in hand.
The songs they'd already performed were at the top of a list, little x's to their left and a variety of numbers at the right, the ones he had lined up scribbled below, waiting for judgment. But for the time being, Kurt was relaxing, basking in the fact that he's actually taking part in a wedding here. The last two days had officially made up for the horrible beginning to this long, long month.
Feel free to approach him, be it with song requests, just general conversation, or if you're part of the "secret plot" to get Roy up on stage and singing. Every couple needed a bit of romantic embarrassment on their big day. And singing Just the Way You Are is definitely good for that.
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He knew Kurt was looking out for him, but he was starting to get a bit bored sitting and doing nothing during his few breaks. Kurt had been busy keeping things moving forward and making sure things were perfect, a bit too busy to sit and chat with him. But when he saw Kurt sitting down and looking over his list, he knew that this might be a chance to do some sweet talking. Maybe he would even get a dance with Kurt out of it.
That is if Kurt didn't immediately drag him back to his rest.
Blaine pulled himself out of his chair and made his way over to Kurt. He moved from an angle that Kurt wouldn't see him. It didn't take him long to sneak up behind Kurt and place both of his hands on Kurt's shoulders, starting to give them a little massage while he was there.
"Is everything running smoothly, Kurt?"
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But then the hands started moving, and as Blaine started speaking, he felt a strange sort of warmth start to flood over him, and that same, giddy buzzing he'd felt the night before started up in his mind again, making the look he was shooting at the boy standing behind him ninety percent less effective.
"Relatively so. I'm sure you've noticed the few slip-ups we've had tone wise, but considering how little time we had for preparations, it hasn't been a disaster. Not yet, anyway," he sighed, though, and leaned back a bit into Blaine's hands, despite his better judgment. He knows Blaine should be sitting down, but he didn't seem to be out of breath or anything and... that massage felt good. Really good. "How are you, though?" ... yeah, okay. He's still worried.
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He was glad the he could help Kurt relax. While he enjoyed planning weddings and their performances, he knew that Kurt was still stressed out. If he could get him to relax just a bit, Blaine would be very happy.
"I'm doing fine. I've had plenty of rest and I haven't overdone it or anything. There's no need to worry about me."
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Very stressed out, but after the other night, he was still just over the moon that they were boyfriends now. That he finally, finally had what he's been wanting for months. Blaine Anderson. In love with him.
"Asking me not to worry about you is like asking Rachel not to sing," he will tilt his head back to look at Blaine, though, making that smile of his completely visible. "Good. But you're still not dancing during your solos, Blaine. You get way too into it physically sometimes."
Which is totally endearing, but definitely not good for his recovery.
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He continued his massage, working all of the tension out of Kurt's shoulders. He was glad that he could do something to help Kurt out (since Kurt refused to let him help with decorating or any of the preparations that requires physical work).
"I promise I'll be careful, Kurt. It's not like there are any couches for me to jump onto on stage." Blaine said with a little pout. Which, when Blaine thought about it, would have probably worked better when he still had the dog ears. "And don't you want to slow dance with me at some point tonight?"
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But then, Blaine was massaging, and Kurt let his eyes slide shut as a little sigh escaped him, head ducking forward a little as he relaxed under that rather magical touch. Blaine's uncanny obsession with grabbing and rubbing at his shoulders had always calmed him down, had been the physical touch that he needed during those moments, and now was no different. Now he could practically feel the tension dripping away.
"Mm... I'm more worried about your tendency to hop madly across stage on one leg than your penchant for waltzing across couches, actually," he mumbled, sounding decidedly relaxed until--
... until Blaine mentioned slow dancing with him. Almost instantly, Kurt tensed up, his face turning beet red as he ducked his head a little more, suddenly embarrassed because... Blaine was offering him his dream for the duration of highschool. To be able to dance with a guy he liked, and not have to worry about being judged.
But Kurt was also well aware that the sudden tensing could - and in this early, still slightly awkward part of their relationship probably would - be taken the wrong way, so almost instantly afterward he was reaching a hand up to grip desperately at one of Blaine's, forcing himself to swallow thickly in order to try and respond.
"... If I could... I'd be out there on the floor with you right now. And I'd never let go."
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At his mention of slow dancing, he noticed Kurt duck his head and a blush covering his boyfriend's entire face. So the sudden tensing wasn't taken the wrong way, especially when Kurt grabbed his hand and answered.
"Why don't we? We have a bit of a break until we need to sing next. Even if it's only for a little bit. If I can only dance once tonight, I'd be ecstatic to have it with you."
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It was a good thing that Blaine saw that blush, though. He's still... not sure how to act around Blaine. They were both new and horrible at this whole relationship thing. And Kurt honestly just couldn't break some habits around Blaine. He still hid the little reactions like this, the giveaways as to how much he cared for the boy standing behind him. Smiles, fond looks, and moments like this he still just bit the inside of his cheek and ducked away, even if he knew it didn't matter anymore.
So, eventually, he looked up again, giving Blaine his sunniest smile, his hand only flitting around a little in nervousness where it was gently pressed over Blaine's.
"... Alright. But you have to promise me. As soon as you start getting tired or feeling sore, you'll let me know. I'm not going to let you push yourself for me, Blaine. We'll have other dances," and, he was standing hand shifting around so he could grasp Blaine's better, tugging him towards the dance floor in a rather poetic reversal of his first day at Dalton, when Blaine had led him through the halls.
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Though, he already was planning something. While his song no longer was needed to confess his love, he could still use it to show Kurt just how much he cared about him.
"I promise."
Before he could say anything else, Kurt took a hold of his hand and began to drag him toward the dance floor (though, Blaine really didn't need to be dragged). Once they were on the floor, Blaine moved Kurt's hand to his shoulder and he placed his own hand on Kurt's hip. With those hands securely in place, he held his other hand out for Kurt to place his free on in.
"May I have this dance?"
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This was it, the moment he's been waiting for. Dancing with a boy he cares for, being able to do so without worry of being judged, knowing his friends will smile and tease later, but accept it. And if his eyes were getting a little glassy as he gently, carefully slipped his hand into Blaine's extended one, it was by no means a bad thing. He was happy.
"Considering it'd just be rude to say no now..." he trailed off for a second, letting the statement hang in the air before he chuckled, a bit of red returning to his cheeks. "Always, Blaine."
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Grabbing a nearby chair, he pulled it over and sat down with his chest to the back of it, leaning over to try and sneak a glance at the clipboard in his hand.
"Just the person I wanted to see."
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