A Guy Like You
Media: Fic
Title: "A Guy Like You"
Rating: PG
Pairings: Kurt and Blaine
Spoilers: S03 E03 (if you haven't watched it yet)
Word Count:
Summary: Blaine is trying to motivate Kurt to not give up on his campaign for Class President.
Author’s Note: This is my first fic posted ...anywhere really. I like to write and I have been for years, so I figured it was finally time to start posting some. I apologize for grammar and spelling mistakes if there are any. This is just my knee-jerk reaction after I watched "Asian F" and when I saw the newcomer into the race. There is no sexual Relationship but heavy sexual jokes in my headcanon at this point in canon (certainly not in my fanon headcanon)
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“Okay so just change the verb tense here, and add this bit of the conclusion in so it has a better flow, do you think we should change up your tag line a bit? To make it have a broader appeal?....Kurt?”
Blaine looked up from the laptop situated on the kitchen table in front of him. Kurt was sitting on the bench in the bow window, staring out into the sunlit front yard with his head resting against the glass. Blaine saw that his shoulders slumped, like he was carrying the weight of the world on his back. The problem in his head was evident but Blaine wasn’t going to prompt him to speak about it. Kurt had to learn to voice his issues to people instead of waiting for them to take a hint and approach him about it. They had too much work to do with this campaign and if Blaine had to drag him kicking and screaming then so be it.
“Kurt we have to get this done, the debate is tomorrow-”
“-What’s the point?”
There was a pause as Blaine over looked Kurt’s exhausted frame once more, before sighing heavily and shutting the laptop.
“I think the point is that we have to carve out a fantastic speech to knock Brittany and Rachel off their feet, and to persuade the senior student body that you are the person to represent them....” Blaine explained as he slowly walked over to the window.
The cushions sunk down as Blaine settled himself next to Kurt, who hadn’t picked his gaze off from the yard. Blaine leaned against the window and reached out and gently turned Kurt’s chin so blue eyes met hazel.
“Tell me what’s wrong” Of course Blaine gives up his promise of not prompting Kurt. Of course he does.
Kurt didn’t say anything but shook his head out of Blaine’s grasp and laid down so his head was in Blaine’s lap, and the rest of his body was curled in on itself. He felt gentle fingers combing through his hair and he let out a reluctant sigh.
“It’s just...Rachel”, he mumbled into the fabric covering Blaine’s thigh as he rubbed his left eye with his hand, trying to ward off weary tears.
“I’m going to need more of an explanation than that, sweets”, Blaine pushed gently as his fingers twined in and pulled gently at the head of hair in his lap.
Heaving another tired sigh, Kurt wriggled until he was on his back, and his face was looking up at the ceiling.
“She has this habit, whether consciously or subconsciously I don’t know and frankly I don’t care, but she does this thing where whatever I want in life, and whatever I’m working towards in life, she’s right there. When I had that crush on Finn, she was right there and practically slapped me in the face telling me I’ll never get him and she has a better chance because she’s a girl” he spat the last word out like it was poison, “When I want solo’s, she’s there always pulling a hissy fit over it, and I told her that I really liked you, and she still kissed you and she still asked you out and she still threw it back in my face, like I didn’t even matter. Like everything and every one I love she’s going to be waiting in the wings seeing if she can use it to weave it into her intricate plans of fame and success and I’m just the messenger boy”, Kurt rambled on while Blaine swallowed hard. That whole “Incident We’re Not Going To Talk About” was still difficult to think about sometimes, and it still broke his heart when he heard Kurt reiterate Rachel’s words about it all that day in the coffee shop.
“And now, I finally think I have a niche. My only competitor was Brittany and that kid from the AV Club, but I still felt like I had a chance. Even with Brittany running on her weird form of feminism. But now Rachel is once again there. And I’m just so tired of it.
No one in Glee is going to vote for me. Most of the girls will vote for Brittany, and Finn won’t vote for me at all because Rachel has him by the balls. Mike and Artie will probably vote for the AV kid, and I might have Puck’s vote but he really really likes Rachel too. I don’t even want to think about the rest of the school.
It feels like....why did I even do this? Rachel was the one who told me to do it now she’s back and sweeping it under my feet. Again. And yes, I understand I have to fight and work for the things that I want in life but when you have to keep fighting against the same person...I don’t know. I’m starting to not look forward to moving to New York with her, because I’m going to have to read on egg shells and constantly watch my back.”
Kurt finished and tears were finally escaping his eyes. Blaine brushed them off with his thumb and slid his fingers back in Kurt’s hair.
“Well, you know you have my vote...”
“I know...and thank you” Kurt mumbled again and turned his head to kiss the bit of stomach that was showing under Blaine’s ridden up shirt.
“No, I don’t think you don’t know”, Blaine said a bit louder and firmer than he meant to. Kurt’s eyebrow arched and he pushed himself up out of Blaine’s lap. It was obvious he wasn’t happy with that tone after he practically spilled his heart out. He glared at Blaine who almost withered under the icy tone. But he pressed on, taking Kurt’s hands.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say it like that, but I don’t think you really know why I’m going to vote for you” Blaine said in a rush, taking Kurt’s hands again and squeezing tightly, “I’m not voting for you because we’re together and I love you, and I’m not voting you because I’m your friend. I read your speech, Kurt, not five minutes ago. If I was a random, out of the blue student, I would honestly stop and listen to what you were saying. Brittany, like you said, is running on a weird form of feminism, and Rachel has no passion behind this because all she did was take Brittany’s idea and mixed it with her own selfish desires. That AV kid might give you a big run for your money but he’s really only focusing on one topic, which is just new technology for the school. He’s not caring about the students like you are. You get what it’s like to be down in the dirt. And you get that all kids feel like that, no matter what group they belong to. Look at Karofsky, look at some of the kids in Glee club....you’ve experienced everything first hand...”, Blaine inched forward and brought his forehead forward to gently touch against Kurt’s, “I believe in you and I believe in your words, and when I put my love for you on hold, and actually take a step back and look at you as who you are as a human being now, I trust you, I believe in you, and I want you to represent me as a class president and I want you to succeed”.
There was a silence as Kurt looked down at his lap where their hands were gripping each other tightly, trying not to cry. Blaine has no reason to lie to him, they’ve always been honest with each other.
He wasn’t used to having so much support. Sure, his father always always had his back, but this was completely different. This was someone telling him that they didn’t feel obligated to do anything for him, but that they wanted to because they did believe him and they did want them to succeed. And there is no reason for them to feel like that other than that they like him, they like his personality and his ideals. They weren’t distracted by leather skirts, a nice singing voice or shiny new gadgets. What Kurt has to offer is raw understanding on how High School works. Because he’s been at the bottom, and he’s seen how people at the top act, and how they sometimes feel like they are at the bottom as well.
The tiny balloon of hope was starting to swell in Kurt’s chest again.
“So what do you say? Do you want to go and work on the website? Or practice your speech” Blaine asked quietly, trying to get Kurt to meet his eye. Instead, he felt strong and soft fingers slide slowly over his own.
“I...want to practice my speech. My words won’t sound as nice as you think if I’m stumbling over them....” Kurt stated, the weary tone still in his voice but it had that hint of authority in it again. Blaine grinned and tugged their joined hands, signaling it was time to go upstairs.
“Nuh-uh, we’re not going to do this upstairs, we won’t get anything done”, Kurt shook his head as Blaine stood up eagerly.
“What makes you think that our actions are only contained to the bedroom?” Blaine replied cheekily as Kurt walked over to the table to retrieve the laptop.
“Because they will be until I can pinpoint people’s schedules around this house because I really don’t think you want to be caught with your pants down in the middle of my living room when my father walks through the door” Kurt said as he marched off to the living room down the hall. Blaine paused and let his words sink in.
“Wait....my p-pants would be down? ....Down as in off as in-” Blaine saw Kurt disappear through a doorway, and he took off after him, “Wait Kurt! Why will my pants be down? KURT!”
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Title: "A Guy Like You"
Rating: PG
Pairings: Kurt and Blaine
Spoilers: S03 E03 (if you haven't watched it yet)
Word Count:
Summary: Blaine is trying to motivate Kurt to not give up on his campaign for Class President.
Author’s Note: This is my first fic posted ...anywhere really. I like to write and I have been for years, so I figured it was finally time to start posting some. I apologize for grammar and spelling mistakes if there are any. This is just my knee-jerk reaction after I watched "Asian F" and when I saw the newcomer into the race. There is no sexual Relationship but heavy sexual jokes in my headcanon at this point in canon (certainly not in my fanon headcanon)
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“Okay so just change the verb tense here, and add this bit of the conclusion in so it has a better flow, do you think we should change up your tag line a bit? To make it have a broader appeal?....Kurt?”
Blaine looked up from the laptop situated on the kitchen table in front of him. Kurt was sitting on the bench in the bow window, staring out into the sunlit front yard with his head resting against the glass. Blaine saw that his shoulders slumped, like he was carrying the weight of the world on his back. The problem in his head was evident but Blaine wasn’t going to prompt him to speak about it. Kurt had to learn to voice his issues to people instead of waiting for them to take a hint and approach him about it. They had too much work to do with this campaign and if Blaine had to drag him kicking and screaming then so be it.
“Kurt we have to get this done, the debate is tomorrow-”
“-What’s the point?”
There was a pause as Blaine over looked Kurt’s exhausted frame once more, before sighing heavily and shutting the laptop.
“I think the point is that we have to carve out a fantastic speech to knock Brittany and Rachel off their feet, and to persuade the senior student body that you are the person to represent them....” Blaine explained as he slowly walked over to the window.
The cushions sunk down as Blaine settled himself next to Kurt, who hadn’t picked his gaze off from the yard. Blaine leaned against the window and reached out and gently turned Kurt’s chin so blue eyes met hazel.
“Tell me what’s wrong” Of course Blaine gives up his promise of not prompting Kurt. Of course he does.
Kurt didn’t say anything but shook his head out of Blaine’s grasp and laid down so his head was in Blaine’s lap, and the rest of his body was curled in on itself. He felt gentle fingers combing through his hair and he let out a reluctant sigh.
“It’s just...Rachel”, he mumbled into the fabric covering Blaine’s thigh as he rubbed his left eye with his hand, trying to ward off weary tears.
“I’m going to need more of an explanation than that, sweets”, Blaine pushed gently as his fingers twined in and pulled gently at the head of hair in his lap.
Heaving another tired sigh, Kurt wriggled until he was on his back, and his face was looking up at the ceiling.
“She has this habit, whether consciously or subconsciously I don’t know and frankly I don’t care, but she does this thing where whatever I want in life, and whatever I’m working towards in life, she’s right there. When I had that crush on Finn, she was right there and practically slapped me in the face telling me I’ll never get him and she has a better chance because she’s a girl” he spat the last word out like it was poison, “When I want solo’s, she’s there always pulling a hissy fit over it, and I told her that I really liked you, and she still kissed you and she still asked you out and she still threw it back in my face, like I didn’t even matter. Like everything and every one I love she’s going to be waiting in the wings seeing if she can use it to weave it into her intricate plans of fame and success and I’m just the messenger boy”, Kurt rambled on while Blaine swallowed hard. That whole “Incident We’re Not Going To Talk About” was still difficult to think about sometimes, and it still broke his heart when he heard Kurt reiterate Rachel’s words about it all that day in the coffee shop.
“And now, I finally think I have a niche. My only competitor was Brittany and that kid from the AV Club, but I still felt like I had a chance. Even with Brittany running on her weird form of feminism. But now Rachel is once again there. And I’m just so tired of it.
No one in Glee is going to vote for me. Most of the girls will vote for Brittany, and Finn won’t vote for me at all because Rachel has him by the balls. Mike and Artie will probably vote for the AV kid, and I might have Puck’s vote but he really really likes Rachel too. I don’t even want to think about the rest of the school.
It feels like....why did I even do this? Rachel was the one who told me to do it now she’s back and sweeping it under my feet. Again. And yes, I understand I have to fight and work for the things that I want in life but when you have to keep fighting against the same person...I don’t know. I’m starting to not look forward to moving to New York with her, because I’m going to have to read on egg shells and constantly watch my back.”
Kurt finished and tears were finally escaping his eyes. Blaine brushed them off with his thumb and slid his fingers back in Kurt’s hair.
“Well, you know you have my vote...”
“I know...and thank you” Kurt mumbled again and turned his head to kiss the bit of stomach that was showing under Blaine’s ridden up shirt.
“No, I don’t think you don’t know”, Blaine said a bit louder and firmer than he meant to. Kurt’s eyebrow arched and he pushed himself up out of Blaine’s lap. It was obvious he wasn’t happy with that tone after he practically spilled his heart out. He glared at Blaine who almost withered under the icy tone. But he pressed on, taking Kurt’s hands.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say it like that, but I don’t think you really know why I’m going to vote for you” Blaine said in a rush, taking Kurt’s hands again and squeezing tightly, “I’m not voting for you because we’re together and I love you, and I’m not voting you because I’m your friend. I read your speech, Kurt, not five minutes ago. If I was a random, out of the blue student, I would honestly stop and listen to what you were saying. Brittany, like you said, is running on a weird form of feminism, and Rachel has no passion behind this because all she did was take Brittany’s idea and mixed it with her own selfish desires. That AV kid might give you a big run for your money but he’s really only focusing on one topic, which is just new technology for the school. He’s not caring about the students like you are. You get what it’s like to be down in the dirt. And you get that all kids feel like that, no matter what group they belong to. Look at Karofsky, look at some of the kids in Glee club....you’ve experienced everything first hand...”, Blaine inched forward and brought his forehead forward to gently touch against Kurt’s, “I believe in you and I believe in your words, and when I put my love for you on hold, and actually take a step back and look at you as who you are as a human being now, I trust you, I believe in you, and I want you to represent me as a class president and I want you to succeed”.
There was a silence as Kurt looked down at his lap where their hands were gripping each other tightly, trying not to cry. Blaine has no reason to lie to him, they’ve always been honest with each other.
He wasn’t used to having so much support. Sure, his father always always had his back, but this was completely different. This was someone telling him that they didn’t feel obligated to do anything for him, but that they wanted to because they did believe him and they did want them to succeed. And there is no reason for them to feel like that other than that they like him, they like his personality and his ideals. They weren’t distracted by leather skirts, a nice singing voice or shiny new gadgets. What Kurt has to offer is raw understanding on how High School works. Because he’s been at the bottom, and he’s seen how people at the top act, and how they sometimes feel like they are at the bottom as well.
The tiny balloon of hope was starting to swell in Kurt’s chest again.
“So what do you say? Do you want to go and work on the website? Or practice your speech” Blaine asked quietly, trying to get Kurt to meet his eye. Instead, he felt strong and soft fingers slide slowly over his own.
“I...want to practice my speech. My words won’t sound as nice as you think if I’m stumbling over them....” Kurt stated, the weary tone still in his voice but it had that hint of authority in it again. Blaine grinned and tugged their joined hands, signaling it was time to go upstairs.
“Nuh-uh, we’re not going to do this upstairs, we won’t get anything done”, Kurt shook his head as Blaine stood up eagerly.
“What makes you think that our actions are only contained to the bedroom?” Blaine replied cheekily as Kurt walked over to the table to retrieve the laptop.
“Because they will be until I can pinpoint people’s schedules around this house because I really don’t think you want to be caught with your pants down in the middle of my living room when my father walks through the door” Kurt said as he marched off to the living room down the hall. Blaine paused and let his words sink in.
“Wait....my p-pants would be down? ....Down as in off as in-” Blaine saw Kurt disappear through a doorway, and he took off after him, “Wait Kurt! Why will my pants be down? KURT!”
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