Cirque de Joie- Chapter X.
Chapter X.
“Hey Kurt!” Mercedes yelled. “We’re driving this one!” She laughed as she watched Kurt look around for his ride. His hair was slightly disheveled; brown strands highlighted with copper in the bright sun- the product of getting up too freakin’ early in the morning without time to properly style his hair.
It was a beautiful day with a blue sky and bright sunshine, but it was getting hot fast. Mercedes wiped sweat from her brow as she called out to Kurt. Finally, the fair-skinned boy turned his head to see Mercedes in front of a rather large silver Ford F-150. He quickly jogged over to her.
“Why aren’t we hauling your tigers?” he asked. Mercedes shrugged.
“Will wants everyone driving something different for some reason. I think his overly gelled hair is starting to affect his brain. Finn’s hauling them this time, but if he does something to my babies then his clown act is going to mysteriously lose one of its men.” Kurt laughed and walked over to the passenger’s side. He hoisted himself up and closed the door. Mercedes hauled herself up and slammed the door with a tremendous ‘thud’. They both buckled their seatbelts simultaneously. Kurt observed himself in the rearview mirror, trying to undo the damage that had been done to his ‘do. Suddenly he saw something move in the back seat. Kurt slowly turned his head to look in the back, only see Blaine curled up in the back seat, fast asleep.
“Um, Mercedes?” he asked. “Why is Blaine passed out in the back?” Mercedes turned to look. Blaine was covered by a navy blanket, one arm hanging off the side of the seat. He snored softly, periodically murmuring in his sleep. Kurt had to say, it was kind of cute. Mercedes turned in her seat to look at the motionless teen.
“Oh, I forgot he was there.” Kurt face-palmed and shook his head. Mercedes made an annoyed sound.
“He was exhausted after helping take down equipment and checking to make sure everything was ready,” Mercedes snapped, turning back to the front she cranked the truck. It roared to life. Their seats vibrated over the powerful engine. “Will told him he could crash here.”
“Ah,” Kurt said, taking one last glance at the slumbering Blaine before returning to the front. Mercedes got the signal that they were ready to go and trailed behind a large truck that carried the big top. They crept along until they reached the highway, where they boosted up their speed with a sonorous growl from the engine.
“He seems to have so much responsibility,” Kurt said absentmindedly as they rode along. He observed all the traffic. There were a fair number of cars on the road. Kurt tried to find as many license plates from different states as possible. “Blaine, I mean.”
“Yeah, well he’s been in the Cirque for a while and he’s kind of Will’s right hand man,” Mercedes said. “It just comes with the job I guess.” Kurt nodded and leaned his forehead against the window. The windowpane was warm because of the summer heat. He watched the trees pass by, too quickly for his eyes to focus on them. His head bobbed occasionally by a bump in the road, but for the most part the ride was smooth, and the road was hypnotizing. In no time Kurt had fallen asleep.
~*~
Blaine groaned. He was having the most wonderful dream that consisted of swirling colors of blue and silver and bright blue-green eyes until the truck had hit a large bump in the road. Slowly he opened his eyes. It took a minute for them to focus. Blaine’s body was still tingly from sleep and his limbs felt heavy. He attempted to move the arm he was currently using as a pillow, only to find it numb and immobile. A soft groan escaped his lips. Well, might as well take a moment to just stay still and wake up.
After a few minutes of just lying there, Blaine finally attempted to sit up.
“Morning beautiful,” Mercedes said, peering at his reflection in the rearview mirror. Blaine’s hair was stuck up on the right side, and the same side of his face was red and dimpled from the creases in his shirt sleeve. Blaine made a noncommittal sound as he tried to rub his hair back into place.
“Is that any way to greet a lady?” Mercedes asked with an exaggerated, outraged expression. “I’m shocked Blaine Anderson!”
“Where’s Kurt?” Blaine asked, wondering about the boy who had recently occupied his dreams and completely ignoring Mercedes sarcastic retort. Mercedes huffed as Blaine peered around the passenger’s seat to see Kurt slumped against the window, cheek sticking to the windowpane so that it stayed stretched upward while gravity pulled the rest of him down. Mercedes rolled her eyes as Blaine contemplated the sight before him.
“You two are impossible,” she said, turning on the radio. “All you ever do is talk about each other.” And with that Mercedes cranked up the radio to the very loud, pulsating Black Eyed Peas. In a swift moment two things happened: one- Blaine was positive he felt his eardrums pop, and two- Kurt went from happily asleep to soaring out of his seat, protected from flying through the windshield solely by his seatbelt. He whipped his head to glare at Mercedes, who cackled with laughter before turning the radio down to a volume more accepted by society. As Blaine rubbed his ears to check that he indeed still had the sense of hearing, Kurt punched Mercedes in the shoulder and proceeded to bitch her out.
“What the hell, Mercedes?!” Kurt yelled at the diva, “Were you trying to give me a heart attack?” Mercedes, who seemed un-phased by the bitchy boy, just laughed and changed lanes.
“I just thought that since you two are so keen to talk about each other, that you should have the opportunity to talk to each other before I throw you both out of this car,” she said. “Because I am not the Encyclopedia Blaine or the Encyclopedia Kurt, so ask each other questions and talk to each other about each other, please and thank you.” And with that Mercedes went silent. Kurt and Blaine just looked at each other with wounded faces.
“Um,” Blaine sputtered. “I’m just gonna go back to sleep now.” Kurt nodded quickly.
“Yeah, me too.”
And with that, both boys assumed their previous positions and fell back into a not-so-comfortable slumber.