Reforming 4/??
Title: Reforming
Rating: T (rating may change)
Summary: In which Kurt is sent to Dalton Academy, a reform school for juveniles, for something he didn't do: it was all Puckerman's fault. However, joining the Warblers and meeting Blaine Anderson may make him realize that not everyone is what they seem.
Warnings: Overuse of the word "fuck".
Author's notes: I jumped on the reform!Dalton bandwagon. I hope that you enjoy! oh god, what have I gotten myself into?
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Dear Notebook that I'm supposed to be using to write notes down but I'm not because I don't have my journal back yet,
Blaine Anderson is a manipulative bastard. Damn him! For some odd reason, I didn't have trouble picturing him as best friends with Santana. Like, I could see them laughing and I can see Blaine playing with her hair, as scary as that is image is. Santana, having a best friend? That is a scary image. Well, anyway, back to Blaine Anderson. I didn't notice this before, but he's in my history class, as well as my English class; he was everywhere.
It was annoying, like really, Notebook.
No matter how attractive he was, he would still be a manipulative bastard.
Like Puck.
Fucking Puckerman.
...but, there's something about him that has me all confused: Blaine Anderson only smiles when he is being talked to. I've seen him just... walking around, with his head down, and a grip so tight on his books that his hands are white. He's just... He's odd, because he seems so nice all of the time, but then again, he's here. If he really is as nice as he seems, then why is he here?
...well, whatever. I guess I'll just have to learn about that some other time.
So, my lovely notebook that I'm not using for notes, there are two things on my list today: my stupid date with Blaine Anderson (but I'm trying not to think about that very much), but also Jeff's trial with the judge. He better get out, Notebook.
He better. And if he doesn't?
Fuck you, Puckerman!
{~*~}
Blaine was sitting in the senior commons room when I walked in, ready to meet up for our math date (which, sadly, wasn't our real date, even though I wanted it to be). He had his math book out on the coffee table, his notebook open and balancing on his thigh, pencil placed on the paper - even his eyebrows were furrowed. He looked... like a normal school boy, and if I'd never met him or knew what Dalton really was, I would have thought of him to be a normal and not manipulative boy.
Giving out an inaudible sigh, I started walking towards him. When I got closer to him, I realized that he was talking to himself, reading out loud what the book was saying. I was surprised to find that I thought that it was adorable. Absolutely adorable. As I continued to get closer, I could see the expression on his face and had to hold back my laugh.
"...Tony wants to buy seven hundred turkey breasts - what? Using this equation, figure out... what he'd use the turkey breasts for? The hell?"
"It's a misprint," I said suddenly, trying to keep the laugh out of my voice. Blaine's head turned around sharply, and the smile he gave me kind of took my breath away. In that second, he was completely beautiful.
But then he opened his mouth and was beautiful no more.
"How do you know that?"
...Okay, he was still sort of beautiful.
I shrugged my shoulders, but walked over and stood near the couch that he was sitting on. "I had this math book back at McKinely. I saw that one and asked my teacher about it. She said it was a misprint, so I decided to go with it."
"Ah," he said, looking back down at the math book, his brow still furrowed slightly. "It's odd, though," he said softly.
"What's odd?"
He looked back up at me, a rather sad smile on his face; it took me for surprise. "That you're here. Talking to me."
Huh?
He let out a defeated sigh. "After that stupid stunt in math... I didn't even know if you would want to even speak to me again."
I cocked my head to the side. "Yeah, about that. If you wanted me to be your math partner, then why didn't you just ask?"
He shrugged. "When we were told that we were going to be getting math partners I knew that I wanted you to be mine; I like you. But I wasn't sure about what you wanted so I figured if you didn't have a choice in the matter, it would be better. I'm sorry," he said suddenly. "I'm used to having to fight and claw and manipulate my way through to get what I wanted. I had to do that a lot at home."
"And what you want somehow includes me?" I was blown away when he nodded. "Huh," I said, walking over so that I could sit down next to him. "But, Blaine," I said, still rather confused. "You don't even know me that well and-"
"I actually sort of do..." he mumbled.
I blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Now, Kurt, don't be mad. Like I said, I'm used to having to claw and-"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it, but con. Tin. Ue."
"I stole and read your file," he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.
What?
"What?"
"Well, to be more accurate, I had Jeff steal it, then I read it, then he put it back."
"Blaine!"
He threw his hands up in the air. "I just wanted to know more about you, okay? I don't always think straight when I'm like that!"
I let out another sigh. "Blaine," I said softly. "I don't think we should go on this date-"
His face hardened before I got the chance to finish it. He closed his notebook slowly and placed it on top of his math book; the pencil soon followed after. "If that's what you want," he said slowly, and I felt the urge to smack him upside the head.
"You didn't let me finish," I said harshly. "I don't know much about you; you, unfortunately, know more about me. I was going to say we should stay here and get to know each other instead of going out to dinner." I didn't mention that I didn't want to leave the school because I was confused about the rules here. How many reform schools just let their charges leave?
Blaine let out a breath. "So, you're still okay with us - just the two of us - doing something tonight?"
I nodded and he gave me that breathtaking smile.
"Good, because I wouldn't have let you say no," he said, smirking.
And he lost points in the "Hey! I'm really not a manipulative bastard" section. I rolled my eyes. "Well, we can still go out if you really want to, but-"
"What the hell are you two doing in here?"
We both turned around and I had to hold back my groan when I saw that it was Jenson standing in the doorway, thankfully with less food in his mouth. But no matter how tall he was, or how blond and perfect his hair was, he was still ugly.
Not like Blaine.
Oh, well then.
"What do you want, Jenson," Blaine hissed out. I was taken aback at how much venom was in his voice. I reached over and put a hand on his shoulder, surprised when he leaned into it and seemed to relax just a little bit.
Jenson glared. "My perfect little record was ruined because of you two. Now I have to start over before I can go see the judge - get a clean slate." He let out a scoff. "She thinks I'm jealous of you guys. As if."
Why? Because neither of us were mental patients or belong in straight jackets and quarantined in a mental institution?
I took me a second to realize that I'd said that out loud.
Whoops.
Jenson's face was slightly red, his hands curled into fists and his eyes bulging. "You have nerves, you freak! I swear to god," he said, taking a few large steps so that he was standing close to where we were sitting on the couch. "I catch you alone and I'll-"
Blaine's sudden move to stand up and over me ended up knocking me back farther on to the couch. "Like hell you'll ever get him alone," he growled out.
Wow.
Down, Blaine, down!
Jenson let out a bark of laughter. "Oh, look. Anderson's defending his boyfriend. How adorable." Then he became more serious, which was (I'm not going to lie) was a funny transition to watch; his face schooling back into straight lines and the such. "What are you going to do? Beat me up?"
As I sat up to get them both to stop (I can fight my own battles!) I saw Blaine's face harden. It was... scary how pissed he looked. "You know that I can," he whispered.
Whoa. Um...what?
Jenson seemed to slouch for a while before he took a step back. Eventually he huffed out, "Fuck both of you," and left the room.
A minutes later, Blaine was still standing there, stiff and his hands in fists. "Blaine," I called out cautiously, not wanting to shock him. Blaine deflated, then let himself fall back down on to the couch, breathing heavily. "Blaine?"
"God, I hate it when I get like that," he yelled out, suddenly looking stressed and panicked. "He's one of the few people that can make me get mad like that and - he just riled me up so much! I never wanted you to see that, Kurt, and - god, he just suck a dick and I hate him - but I'm not always like that, Kurt! I'm rather nice, actually and-"
His breathing was beginning to scare me; he was taking large, uneven breath in, and not breathing out enough, so I grabbed his hand and placed it against my chest. "Blaine - Blaine! Breathe with me, okay?" I said, taking in a deep breath before letting it out evenly. It took a few minutes, but eventually his breathing evened out and his skin returned to its normal color.
He sighed, then slumped against me. "Thank you," he said softly.
I shrugged and let go of his hand. "I didn't want you to have a panic attack. They're horrible."
He gave out another little sigh, then let his hand drop, but pressed his face closer to my neck. I was surprised by how much I actually liked the feel of him this close to me. "Kurt I-" he drew off. I waited. "I get-" he stopped, then inhaled sharply. "I'm sorry you had to see that."
I let out the breath that I hadn't known I'd been holding. I had thought that he was going to tell me something about himself, but apparently he wasn't ready. Okay, then. "It's okay, Blaine."
I don't really know why I was so upset, but I had really wanted him to let me know more about him, but I guess that I'd have to earn that. Blaine was different, and I was surprised to find out that I genuinely wanted to know more about him.
Blaine let out another sigh. "It's really not, but I have a feeling that no matter what I say you'll disagree with me on that, so I'll stop."
"Good. You're learning," I said, reaching over to my bag so that I could grab my math book. "Do you want to get started on this? We need to get this assignment done, and I don't want to fail this class."
Blaine nodded and reached for his notebook. "I got half of the assignment done, but..." He frowned. "I still do want to go on this date with you, if that's okay."
I glanced down at my book, biting my lip and gripping the covers of the book tightly. I... Did I want to go on the date? Did I want to go out with him?
Yes.
I looked back up at him and gave him a small smile. "Sure, why not? What did you have planned?"
The smile he gave me was absolutely breathtaking.
Shit.
{~*~}
Dear mental diary that I am now using because I can't find my math notebook and I really need to say something right now,
I AM FREAKING OUT.
LIKE REALLY, FREAKING OUT.
Why am I freaking out, mental diary?
I have a date, in an hour, a date. And sure, it's with Blaine Anderson, but it's still a date. I've never had one of those before! I don't know what to do, or what to wear or-or...
Normally, I'd call Mercedes and she'd talk me through it and help me calm down, but I can't call her to have her calm me down. And it sucks.
Okay, Kurt. Take a deep breath. It's just a date. Just a date...
Oh my god I have a date.
In case you're wondering why I'm freaking out over a simple date, mental diary, it's because no boy as ever been interested in me. At my old school, they treated me like I was a poison, and if they even breathed the same air as me they'd 'catch the homo' or something equally stupid. And so to have a boy (even if it is Blaine Anderson, who, I'll admit, is very good looking) want to take me out somewhere is making me feel all giddy.
I haven't felt giddy in forever, mental diary.
Okay... Okay. Don't do this, Kurt. Blaine isn't freaking out, so, there's no need for you to freak out at all.
Right?
Right.
It's just a date. Just a date.
{~*~}
"Oh my god, why am I good friends with Blaine anyway?" Wes yelled out as he yanked our dorm room open, then proceeded to slam it shut.
I put down the shirt I'd been holding and turned to look at him. "What is it?"
Wes stormed over to his bed and promptly fell on it; it surprised me. I'd never seen him act like this. Letting out a groan, Wes sat back up and ran a hand through his hair. "Blaine is having a freak out because he's taking this guy that he likes out on a date - and we're not supposed to leave Dalton grounds, the fuck is he thinking? Taking him out of the grounds - and he doesn't know what to wear and he's tossing his clothes out on his floor. Who is this guy that is making him act like a love struck girl anyway?"
I hesitantly folded up the shirt I'd been thinking about wearing, wary of Wes' gaze on my back.
"Oh, fuck no."
I slouched down and pulled the shirt over to my dresser.
"He's taking you. Oh, fuck. He likes you."
I raised my head and glared at him. "And that's a bad thing because...?"
Wes shook his head. "It's not really about you..." He paused. "Well, no, that's not entirely true-"
"What do you mean, Wes?"
He sighed. "We all want to get out of here. Blaine especially. And trying to get a boyfriend isn't going to get him out. Having a nice and clean record is. And sneaking out of the grounds to take a boy he has a crush on on a date? That's not going to keep his record clean."
I frowned and folded my arms across my chest. "It'll be fine if we don't get caught," I said, and Kurt what are you thinking?
Wes' frowned deepened, which shouldn't have been possible. "Kurt, I really care about Blaine, and I like you, but I like him more, so if you hurt him, then you'll have to deal with me, understand?"
I saluted him as I picked up my jacket, deciding to just wear what I'd been wearing, and headed out the door. "Crystal clear, General."
I shut the door without listening to his shouted reply.
{~*~}
Blaine was sitting on the stairs at the end of the hall when I began to make my way towards the common room, where he'd said to meet. "Blaine?" I asked, and he shot up and rushed towards me, his hand going up to cover my mouth. I glared at him. "The fuck?"
Well, I tried to say that. It actually came out like, rhefffufgkfd? But hey! I tried!
Blaine removed his hand and quickly looked around the hallway. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "We have to be quiet if we're going to leave. If they catch us then we'll be in a whole lot of trouble."
I cocked my head to the side. "You said it would be fine."
He shrugged and put on an adorable half-grin. "It's fine as long as we don't get caught." He glanced over his shoulder one more time, then turned back to me and held out his hand, his face holding one of the biggest smiles I'd ever seen. "Ready to go?"
I bit my lip, thinking about what Wes had said; Blaine wanted out... but what if we got caught? That would make it so that he would have to start over. I didn't want to do that to him. But when I looked back up at his face the smile he was giving me made my heart stop. I reached out with my hand and took his. "Sure, let's go."
Blaine told me as we walked, hunched down and gripping each others' hands tightly, out of the main building and headed across the grounds that there was a rather big hole in the fences in the back that were covered by a few bushes and it hadn't been fixed yet. Quite a lot of Dalton inhabitants used it to get out of Dalton when they needed to; to go see a movie, go bowling, eat at a nice restaurant, or go to the night club -
Which was where he told me we were going.
"Whoa, whoa," I said as I was helped up from the ground after I'd climbed through the hole. "How are we going to get into a night club?"
Blaine let out a muffled laugh. "Not that kind of night club. It's a dance club; most of the time it's ballroom dancing, and tonight the theme is salsa. I thought that it would be fun..."
His voice had slowly gotten softer, and I squeezed his hand. "That actually does sound like a lot of fun," I said.
As it turned out, the club was mostly full of minors, and... Well, I hadn't ever been to a club like this. Never mind that I hadn't been to a club at all. Blaine's grip on my hand tightened as we got caught up in the sea of bodies and dragged rather far into the club. The lights were blinding, but the feel of everyone having fun made up for it.
"Kurt!" Blaine suddenly yelled in my ear, and even though I could tell he was yelling, I had to strain my ears to hear him.
"Yeah?" I yelled back at him.
He grinned and pointed to a spot on the floor that was empty. "Dance?" He yelled, miming dancing with me with his hands.
I let out a laugh and nodded, letting him drag me over to the spot that he'd seen. He gripped my hands tightly, then spun me around so that I was facing him. I bit my lip, suddenly feeling self-conscious. I didn't think that I was the greatest dancer; in fact, I knewI wasn't the greatest dancer, but the club looked like fun... Leaning in, I yelled, "Blaine, I don't know now to dance the salsa!"
"What?"
"I said, I don't know how to dance the salsa!"
Blaine frowned, then spun me around again. "I'll have to teach you," he yelled at me.
"Um..." It wasn't that I didn't want to learn, I did, but there were so many people and who knew if they were homophobic or-
"Kurt? Are you okay?"
I turned back to Blaine staring at me and I shook my head. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just a little hot in here, huh?"
He winked at me, then tightened his grip on my hands. "Okay, so follow my lead," he said, pulling me closer and putting a hand on my upper shoulder. "I step forward, then you step back..."
This went on for about four more songs, until I was laughing and forgetting exactly what I'd been worried about. Everyone else seemed to be having too much fun with their friends or their partners to even give us a second glance.
At least, that's what I thought.
Blaine had pulled me to the refreshment table and was busy getting us some drinks when a few girls wandered up to him. I pulled back, watching. This should be mildly entertaining.
"Hi," one of them said, in a small and shy voice; I was surprised that Blaine even noticed her talking.
Blaine turned around, noticed her, then gave her a giant smile. "Oh, hi!" He said happily. "Are you having a fun time tonight?"
She nodded, and her friend gave her a gentle push on the back.
I tried to hold my laughter in.
The girl took a step closer to Blaine. "I saw you dancing with our friend earlier. Were you teaching him?"
Blaine nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, he didn't know how to dance the salsa, and it's his first time at a club like this, so..." He took a slip of his drink and I watched as a few water droplets fell down his neck. Wow, he looks really good like this, I thought. Then I mentally slapped myself.
The girl was turning red as she reached up with her right hand and began to play with her hair. "So...um... I'm not that good with salsa either and..."
And oh, wow. She was actually going there.
"C-could you possibly teach me to dance the salsa?"
Blaine frowned. "Well, I saw you dancing earlier as well, and I do have to say that you actually know how to dance the salsa quite expertly, if I say so myself. I think that, though, if you're looking to improve your talents, you should just keep practicing," he said, and I was no longer able to hold my laugh in as the girl's face continued to get redder and redder. "Have a nice night," he told her, before he turned around and headed back towards me. "Here you go," he said, handing me my drink. "Are you having fun?"
I took a good look at him; I mean a really good look. He looked so happy, and so unlike the sad person I saw around the halls of Dalton most of the time. So I gave him a nod, because I didn't want to see that smile go away, and it was true. I was having fun. "Best first date I've ever had," I said loudly.
His smile grew about ten times happier.
On an impulse that I was confused as to where it came from, I leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. When I pulled back the look on his face was priceless. "Thank you," I said.
The smile didn't leave his face for the rest of the night.
{~*~}
According to my phone it was three a.m by the time we got back to the hall where my dorm room was located, both of us trying to stifle our laughs and giggles. Blaine was, which some part of me was rather hesitant to acknowledge, fun. His laugh was infectious, his smile was radiant, and his mind was amazing.
"So you really liked the last Vogue cover?"
Blaine nodded enthusiastically. "Of course!" he said softly. "But it still doesn't beat Marion Cotillard's, right?"
I nodded, then noticed that we were at my door. I turned around and gave him a small smile. "Thank you, Blaine," I whispered. "I had a fantastic night." After he nodded in return and told me that he'd also had a fun night, I turned around and began to open my door. It was almost open when I heart him say my name again.
"Kurt?"
I blinked, then turned around and stared at him. "Yes?"
He bit his lip, then glanced back up and caught my gaze with his own; I found that I couldn't look away. "I'm going to kiss you, and then I'm going to ask you to date me. Not be my boyfriend; date me. Because I want to get to know you better before we officially become a couple and-"
"What makes you think that we're going to become boyfriends?"
Wow, way to be blunt, Kurt. Way to be, you champion, you.
Blaine started laughing, honest to god laughing. "Because it's going to happen. I like you, you like me."
I frowned. "What happened to Oblivious Blaine from the club? The one who didn't know that the girl was flirting with him?" At this he blushed, and I found it adorable. "What happened to him? I want him back, please."
Blaine grinned, but the grin soon vanished. "S-so... Can I?"
I cocked my head to the side. "Kiss me?"
He nodded, and I shrugged. I mean, I had been wanting to make sure that my first kiss was amazing, but Blaine had proven himself to be amazing, fun, rather hot, and adorable all rolled up in one. He'd really redeemed himself in my eyes. And his lips looked completely kissable, so that was also a bonus. So, I gave him a smile and let him know my answer.
"Sure. Why no-"
I wasn't able to finish my sentence because at that moment Blaine lunged forward, taking my hands in his and placing a gentle kiss on my lips.
It was soft, no pressure at all, simply lips touching lips, and wow. My eyes slipped closed without my knowing and then I realized that I was putting pressure into the kiss. I could feel the corners of Blaine's lips tilt up slightly -
And then he was pulling away.
No, I found myself thinking as I let my eyes fall open. No, more kisses. Kissing is good. It's really good! Come back, Blaine! Come back!
But Blaine was already walking away, and I resigned myself to going back into my room, changing into my pajamas, and falling face first onto my bed, a giant grin on my face.
{~*~}
There's one thing about myself that I always have to tell people when they end up sleeping by me or in the same room as me:
I am not a morning person, until I've had my coffee. It's a fact. If I am woken up and forced to move without having my coffee, I will rip whoever woke me up to pieces and serve them with breakfast.
So when Wes woke me up at seven in the morning on a Sunday by throwing a bottle of water on my head, I was very displeased. "Wes! What the hell?"
But the look Wes gave me as I shot up in bed made me falter, the water bottle in my hands and ready to throw back at him. "What is it? What's going on?"
Wes gave out a long and tired sigh. "It's Jeff."
I frowned. "What about Jeff?"
"The judge turned him down; said his record wasn't good - it was, according to her, horrible, and so he's been sent back here and he can't try again for at least another year."
The water bottle slipped out of my hands. "B-but he told me that his therapist said he was ready to go; everything was clean!"
Wes nodded and ran a hand over his face. "Yeah, I know. God, this is the seventh time something like this has happened! Jeff's been good! He hasn't done anything except follow the rules!" He grabbed his sweatshirt and walked over to the door. "We're having an emergency Warblers meeting in the commons room so that we can try to cheer him up..." He shook his head, then opened the door. "Be down there in thirty minutes," he said before he closed the door.
I was down there in twenty, forgoing my moisturizing routine (I know, right? But I like Jeff), and putting on something comfortable. When I got down there, Jeff was sitting on one of the couches, his head in his hands and Nick was rubbing a comforting hand across his back.
"I promised my sisters," Jeff was saying softly to himself. "I said I'd be back home for their next birthday..."
A hand slipped into mine, and I jumped slightly before I realized that Blaine was standing next to me, the same grim look on his face that I'd seen on Wes'. I gripped his hand tightly, then turned my gaze back to Jeff, wondering if there was anything that I could do to help.
Author's notes: Oh, gosh, you guys! I'm so sorry it took so long to put this up! It just didn't like me - at all. Well, I hope that you enjoyed it!
So, Kurt and Blaine are headed on the right track now, but will they last? Will someone else come in and sweep one of them off their feet? Oh, who am I kidding? You won't have to worry about that with me. I don't like doing that in my stories, because it's done in so many others, so... Yeah. At least you won't have to worry about that kind of drama, or, you know, ex-boyfriends coming into play. *le shrug
Anyway, please let me know what you thought! It always never fails to make my day!
Lots of love~
Rating: T (rating may change)
Summary: In which Kurt is sent to Dalton Academy, a reform school for juveniles, for something he didn't do: it was all Puckerman's fault. However, joining the Warblers and meeting Blaine Anderson may make him realize that not everyone is what they seem.
Warnings: Overuse of the word "fuck".
Author's notes: I jumped on the reform!Dalton bandwagon. I hope that you enjoy! oh god, what have I gotten myself into?
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Dear Notebook that I'm supposed to be using to write notes down but I'm not because I don't have my journal back yet,
Blaine Anderson is a manipulative bastard. Damn him! For some odd reason, I didn't have trouble picturing him as best friends with Santana. Like, I could see them laughing and I can see Blaine playing with her hair, as scary as that is image is. Santana, having a best friend? That is a scary image. Well, anyway, back to Blaine Anderson. I didn't notice this before, but he's in my history class, as well as my English class; he was everywhere.
It was annoying, like really, Notebook.
No matter how attractive he was, he would still be a manipulative bastard.
Like Puck.
Fucking Puckerman.
...but, there's something about him that has me all confused: Blaine Anderson only smiles when he is being talked to. I've seen him just... walking around, with his head down, and a grip so tight on his books that his hands are white. He's just... He's odd, because he seems so nice all of the time, but then again, he's here. If he really is as nice as he seems, then why is he here?
...well, whatever. I guess I'll just have to learn about that some other time.
So, my lovely notebook that I'm not using for notes, there are two things on my list today: my stupid date with Blaine Anderson (but I'm trying not to think about that very much), but also Jeff's trial with the judge. He better get out, Notebook.
He better. And if he doesn't?
Fuck you, Puckerman!
{~*~}
Blaine was sitting in the senior commons room when I walked in, ready to meet up for our math date (which, sadly, wasn't our real date, even though I wanted it to be). He had his math book out on the coffee table, his notebook open and balancing on his thigh, pencil placed on the paper - even his eyebrows were furrowed. He looked... like a normal school boy, and if I'd never met him or knew what Dalton really was, I would have thought of him to be a normal and not manipulative boy.
Giving out an inaudible sigh, I started walking towards him. When I got closer to him, I realized that he was talking to himself, reading out loud what the book was saying. I was surprised to find that I thought that it was adorable. Absolutely adorable. As I continued to get closer, I could see the expression on his face and had to hold back my laugh.
"...Tony wants to buy seven hundred turkey breasts - what? Using this equation, figure out... what he'd use the turkey breasts for? The hell?"
"It's a misprint," I said suddenly, trying to keep the laugh out of my voice. Blaine's head turned around sharply, and the smile he gave me kind of took my breath away. In that second, he was completely beautiful.
But then he opened his mouth and was beautiful no more.
"How do you know that?"
...Okay, he was still sort of beautiful.
I shrugged my shoulders, but walked over and stood near the couch that he was sitting on. "I had this math book back at McKinely. I saw that one and asked my teacher about it. She said it was a misprint, so I decided to go with it."
"Ah," he said, looking back down at the math book, his brow still furrowed slightly. "It's odd, though," he said softly.
"What's odd?"
He looked back up at me, a rather sad smile on his face; it took me for surprise. "That you're here. Talking to me."
Huh?
He let out a defeated sigh. "After that stupid stunt in math... I didn't even know if you would want to even speak to me again."
I cocked my head to the side. "Yeah, about that. If you wanted me to be your math partner, then why didn't you just ask?"
He shrugged. "When we were told that we were going to be getting math partners I knew that I wanted you to be mine; I like you. But I wasn't sure about what you wanted so I figured if you didn't have a choice in the matter, it would be better. I'm sorry," he said suddenly. "I'm used to having to fight and claw and manipulate my way through to get what I wanted. I had to do that a lot at home."
"And what you want somehow includes me?" I was blown away when he nodded. "Huh," I said, walking over so that I could sit down next to him. "But, Blaine," I said, still rather confused. "You don't even know me that well and-"
"I actually sort of do..." he mumbled.
I blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Now, Kurt, don't be mad. Like I said, I'm used to having to claw and-"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it, but con. Tin. Ue."
"I stole and read your file," he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.
What?
"What?"
"Well, to be more accurate, I had Jeff steal it, then I read it, then he put it back."
"Blaine!"
He threw his hands up in the air. "I just wanted to know more about you, okay? I don't always think straight when I'm like that!"
I let out another sigh. "Blaine," I said softly. "I don't think we should go on this date-"
His face hardened before I got the chance to finish it. He closed his notebook slowly and placed it on top of his math book; the pencil soon followed after. "If that's what you want," he said slowly, and I felt the urge to smack him upside the head.
"You didn't let me finish," I said harshly. "I don't know much about you; you, unfortunately, know more about me. I was going to say we should stay here and get to know each other instead of going out to dinner." I didn't mention that I didn't want to leave the school because I was confused about the rules here. How many reform schools just let their charges leave?
Blaine let out a breath. "So, you're still okay with us - just the two of us - doing something tonight?"
I nodded and he gave me that breathtaking smile.
"Good, because I wouldn't have let you say no," he said, smirking.
And he lost points in the "Hey! I'm really not a manipulative bastard" section. I rolled my eyes. "Well, we can still go out if you really want to, but-"
"What the hell are you two doing in here?"
We both turned around and I had to hold back my groan when I saw that it was Jenson standing in the doorway, thankfully with less food in his mouth. But no matter how tall he was, or how blond and perfect his hair was, he was still ugly.
Not like Blaine.
Oh, well then.
"What do you want, Jenson," Blaine hissed out. I was taken aback at how much venom was in his voice. I reached over and put a hand on his shoulder, surprised when he leaned into it and seemed to relax just a little bit.
Jenson glared. "My perfect little record was ruined because of you two. Now I have to start over before I can go see the judge - get a clean slate." He let out a scoff. "She thinks I'm jealous of you guys. As if."
Why? Because neither of us were mental patients or belong in straight jackets and quarantined in a mental institution?
I took me a second to realize that I'd said that out loud.
Whoops.
Jenson's face was slightly red, his hands curled into fists and his eyes bulging. "You have nerves, you freak! I swear to god," he said, taking a few large steps so that he was standing close to where we were sitting on the couch. "I catch you alone and I'll-"
Blaine's sudden move to stand up and over me ended up knocking me back farther on to the couch. "Like hell you'll ever get him alone," he growled out.
Wow.
Down, Blaine, down!
Jenson let out a bark of laughter. "Oh, look. Anderson's defending his boyfriend. How adorable." Then he became more serious, which was (I'm not going to lie) was a funny transition to watch; his face schooling back into straight lines and the such. "What are you going to do? Beat me up?"
As I sat up to get them both to stop (I can fight my own battles!) I saw Blaine's face harden. It was... scary how pissed he looked. "You know that I can," he whispered.
Whoa. Um...what?
Jenson seemed to slouch for a while before he took a step back. Eventually he huffed out, "Fuck both of you," and left the room.
A minutes later, Blaine was still standing there, stiff and his hands in fists. "Blaine," I called out cautiously, not wanting to shock him. Blaine deflated, then let himself fall back down on to the couch, breathing heavily. "Blaine?"
"God, I hate it when I get like that," he yelled out, suddenly looking stressed and panicked. "He's one of the few people that can make me get mad like that and - he just riled me up so much! I never wanted you to see that, Kurt, and - god, he just suck a dick and I hate him - but I'm not always like that, Kurt! I'm rather nice, actually and-"
His breathing was beginning to scare me; he was taking large, uneven breath in, and not breathing out enough, so I grabbed his hand and placed it against my chest. "Blaine - Blaine! Breathe with me, okay?" I said, taking in a deep breath before letting it out evenly. It took a few minutes, but eventually his breathing evened out and his skin returned to its normal color.
He sighed, then slumped against me. "Thank you," he said softly.
I shrugged and let go of his hand. "I didn't want you to have a panic attack. They're horrible."
He gave out another little sigh, then let his hand drop, but pressed his face closer to my neck. I was surprised by how much I actually liked the feel of him this close to me. "Kurt I-" he drew off. I waited. "I get-" he stopped, then inhaled sharply. "I'm sorry you had to see that."
I let out the breath that I hadn't known I'd been holding. I had thought that he was going to tell me something about himself, but apparently he wasn't ready. Okay, then. "It's okay, Blaine."
I don't really know why I was so upset, but I had really wanted him to let me know more about him, but I guess that I'd have to earn that. Blaine was different, and I was surprised to find out that I genuinely wanted to know more about him.
Blaine let out another sigh. "It's really not, but I have a feeling that no matter what I say you'll disagree with me on that, so I'll stop."
"Good. You're learning," I said, reaching over to my bag so that I could grab my math book. "Do you want to get started on this? We need to get this assignment done, and I don't want to fail this class."
Blaine nodded and reached for his notebook. "I got half of the assignment done, but..." He frowned. "I still do want to go on this date with you, if that's okay."
I glanced down at my book, biting my lip and gripping the covers of the book tightly. I... Did I want to go on the date? Did I want to go out with him?
Yes.
I looked back up at him and gave him a small smile. "Sure, why not? What did you have planned?"
The smile he gave me was absolutely breathtaking.
Shit.
{~*~}
Dear mental diary that I am now using because I can't find my math notebook and I really need to say something right now,
I AM FREAKING OUT.
LIKE REALLY, FREAKING OUT.
Why am I freaking out, mental diary?
I have a date, in an hour, a date. And sure, it's with Blaine Anderson, but it's still a date. I've never had one of those before! I don't know what to do, or what to wear or-or...
Normally, I'd call Mercedes and she'd talk me through it and help me calm down, but I can't call her to have her calm me down. And it sucks.
Okay, Kurt. Take a deep breath. It's just a date. Just a date...
Oh my god I have a date.
In case you're wondering why I'm freaking out over a simple date, mental diary, it's because no boy as ever been interested in me. At my old school, they treated me like I was a poison, and if they even breathed the same air as me they'd 'catch the homo' or something equally stupid. And so to have a boy (even if it is Blaine Anderson, who, I'll admit, is very good looking) want to take me out somewhere is making me feel all giddy.
I haven't felt giddy in forever, mental diary.
Okay... Okay. Don't do this, Kurt. Blaine isn't freaking out, so, there's no need for you to freak out at all.
Right?
Right.
It's just a date. Just a date.
{~*~}
"Oh my god, why am I good friends with Blaine anyway?" Wes yelled out as he yanked our dorm room open, then proceeded to slam it shut.
I put down the shirt I'd been holding and turned to look at him. "What is it?"
Wes stormed over to his bed and promptly fell on it; it surprised me. I'd never seen him act like this. Letting out a groan, Wes sat back up and ran a hand through his hair. "Blaine is having a freak out because he's taking this guy that he likes out on a date - and we're not supposed to leave Dalton grounds, the fuck is he thinking? Taking him out of the grounds - and he doesn't know what to wear and he's tossing his clothes out on his floor. Who is this guy that is making him act like a love struck girl anyway?"
I hesitantly folded up the shirt I'd been thinking about wearing, wary of Wes' gaze on my back.
"Oh, fuck no."
I slouched down and pulled the shirt over to my dresser.
"He's taking you. Oh, fuck. He likes you."
I raised my head and glared at him. "And that's a bad thing because...?"
Wes shook his head. "It's not really about you..." He paused. "Well, no, that's not entirely true-"
"What do you mean, Wes?"
He sighed. "We all want to get out of here. Blaine especially. And trying to get a boyfriend isn't going to get him out. Having a nice and clean record is. And sneaking out of the grounds to take a boy he has a crush on on a date? That's not going to keep his record clean."
I frowned and folded my arms across my chest. "It'll be fine if we don't get caught," I said, and Kurt what are you thinking?
Wes' frowned deepened, which shouldn't have been possible. "Kurt, I really care about Blaine, and I like you, but I like him more, so if you hurt him, then you'll have to deal with me, understand?"
I saluted him as I picked up my jacket, deciding to just wear what I'd been wearing, and headed out the door. "Crystal clear, General."
I shut the door without listening to his shouted reply.
{~*~}
Blaine was sitting on the stairs at the end of the hall when I began to make my way towards the common room, where he'd said to meet. "Blaine?" I asked, and he shot up and rushed towards me, his hand going up to cover my mouth. I glared at him. "The fuck?"
Well, I tried to say that. It actually came out like, rhefffufgkfd? But hey! I tried!
Blaine removed his hand and quickly looked around the hallway. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "We have to be quiet if we're going to leave. If they catch us then we'll be in a whole lot of trouble."
I cocked my head to the side. "You said it would be fine."
He shrugged and put on an adorable half-grin. "It's fine as long as we don't get caught." He glanced over his shoulder one more time, then turned back to me and held out his hand, his face holding one of the biggest smiles I'd ever seen. "Ready to go?"
I bit my lip, thinking about what Wes had said; Blaine wanted out... but what if we got caught? That would make it so that he would have to start over. I didn't want to do that to him. But when I looked back up at his face the smile he was giving me made my heart stop. I reached out with my hand and took his. "Sure, let's go."
Blaine told me as we walked, hunched down and gripping each others' hands tightly, out of the main building and headed across the grounds that there was a rather big hole in the fences in the back that were covered by a few bushes and it hadn't been fixed yet. Quite a lot of Dalton inhabitants used it to get out of Dalton when they needed to; to go see a movie, go bowling, eat at a nice restaurant, or go to the night club -
Which was where he told me we were going.
"Whoa, whoa," I said as I was helped up from the ground after I'd climbed through the hole. "How are we going to get into a night club?"
Blaine let out a muffled laugh. "Not that kind of night club. It's a dance club; most of the time it's ballroom dancing, and tonight the theme is salsa. I thought that it would be fun..."
His voice had slowly gotten softer, and I squeezed his hand. "That actually does sound like a lot of fun," I said.
As it turned out, the club was mostly full of minors, and... Well, I hadn't ever been to a club like this. Never mind that I hadn't been to a club at all. Blaine's grip on my hand tightened as we got caught up in the sea of bodies and dragged rather far into the club. The lights were blinding, but the feel of everyone having fun made up for it.
"Kurt!" Blaine suddenly yelled in my ear, and even though I could tell he was yelling, I had to strain my ears to hear him.
"Yeah?" I yelled back at him.
He grinned and pointed to a spot on the floor that was empty. "Dance?" He yelled, miming dancing with me with his hands.
I let out a laugh and nodded, letting him drag me over to the spot that he'd seen. He gripped my hands tightly, then spun me around so that I was facing him. I bit my lip, suddenly feeling self-conscious. I didn't think that I was the greatest dancer; in fact, I knewI wasn't the greatest dancer, but the club looked like fun... Leaning in, I yelled, "Blaine, I don't know now to dance the salsa!"
"What?"
"I said, I don't know how to dance the salsa!"
Blaine frowned, then spun me around again. "I'll have to teach you," he yelled at me.
"Um..." It wasn't that I didn't want to learn, I did, but there were so many people and who knew if they were homophobic or-
"Kurt? Are you okay?"
I turned back to Blaine staring at me and I shook my head. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just a little hot in here, huh?"
He winked at me, then tightened his grip on my hands. "Okay, so follow my lead," he said, pulling me closer and putting a hand on my upper shoulder. "I step forward, then you step back..."
This went on for about four more songs, until I was laughing and forgetting exactly what I'd been worried about. Everyone else seemed to be having too much fun with their friends or their partners to even give us a second glance.
At least, that's what I thought.
Blaine had pulled me to the refreshment table and was busy getting us some drinks when a few girls wandered up to him. I pulled back, watching. This should be mildly entertaining.
"Hi," one of them said, in a small and shy voice; I was surprised that Blaine even noticed her talking.
Blaine turned around, noticed her, then gave her a giant smile. "Oh, hi!" He said happily. "Are you having a fun time tonight?"
She nodded, and her friend gave her a gentle push on the back.
I tried to hold my laughter in.
The girl took a step closer to Blaine. "I saw you dancing with our friend earlier. Were you teaching him?"
Blaine nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, he didn't know how to dance the salsa, and it's his first time at a club like this, so..." He took a slip of his drink and I watched as a few water droplets fell down his neck. Wow, he looks really good like this, I thought. Then I mentally slapped myself.
The girl was turning red as she reached up with her right hand and began to play with her hair. "So...um... I'm not that good with salsa either and..."
And oh, wow. She was actually going there.
"C-could you possibly teach me to dance the salsa?"
Blaine frowned. "Well, I saw you dancing earlier as well, and I do have to say that you actually know how to dance the salsa quite expertly, if I say so myself. I think that, though, if you're looking to improve your talents, you should just keep practicing," he said, and I was no longer able to hold my laugh in as the girl's face continued to get redder and redder. "Have a nice night," he told her, before he turned around and headed back towards me. "Here you go," he said, handing me my drink. "Are you having fun?"
I took a good look at him; I mean a really good look. He looked so happy, and so unlike the sad person I saw around the halls of Dalton most of the time. So I gave him a nod, because I didn't want to see that smile go away, and it was true. I was having fun. "Best first date I've ever had," I said loudly.
His smile grew about ten times happier.
On an impulse that I was confused as to where it came from, I leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. When I pulled back the look on his face was priceless. "Thank you," I said.
The smile didn't leave his face for the rest of the night.
{~*~}
According to my phone it was three a.m by the time we got back to the hall where my dorm room was located, both of us trying to stifle our laughs and giggles. Blaine was, which some part of me was rather hesitant to acknowledge, fun. His laugh was infectious, his smile was radiant, and his mind was amazing.
"So you really liked the last Vogue cover?"
Blaine nodded enthusiastically. "Of course!" he said softly. "But it still doesn't beat Marion Cotillard's, right?"
I nodded, then noticed that we were at my door. I turned around and gave him a small smile. "Thank you, Blaine," I whispered. "I had a fantastic night." After he nodded in return and told me that he'd also had a fun night, I turned around and began to open my door. It was almost open when I heart him say my name again.
"Kurt?"
I blinked, then turned around and stared at him. "Yes?"
He bit his lip, then glanced back up and caught my gaze with his own; I found that I couldn't look away. "I'm going to kiss you, and then I'm going to ask you to date me. Not be my boyfriend; date me. Because I want to get to know you better before we officially become a couple and-"
"What makes you think that we're going to become boyfriends?"
Wow, way to be blunt, Kurt. Way to be, you champion, you.
Blaine started laughing, honest to god laughing. "Because it's going to happen. I like you, you like me."
I frowned. "What happened to Oblivious Blaine from the club? The one who didn't know that the girl was flirting with him?" At this he blushed, and I found it adorable. "What happened to him? I want him back, please."
Blaine grinned, but the grin soon vanished. "S-so... Can I?"
I cocked my head to the side. "Kiss me?"
He nodded, and I shrugged. I mean, I had been wanting to make sure that my first kiss was amazing, but Blaine had proven himself to be amazing, fun, rather hot, and adorable all rolled up in one. He'd really redeemed himself in my eyes. And his lips looked completely kissable, so that was also a bonus. So, I gave him a smile and let him know my answer.
"Sure. Why no-"
I wasn't able to finish my sentence because at that moment Blaine lunged forward, taking my hands in his and placing a gentle kiss on my lips.
It was soft, no pressure at all, simply lips touching lips, and wow. My eyes slipped closed without my knowing and then I realized that I was putting pressure into the kiss. I could feel the corners of Blaine's lips tilt up slightly -
And then he was pulling away.
No, I found myself thinking as I let my eyes fall open. No, more kisses. Kissing is good. It's really good! Come back, Blaine! Come back!
But Blaine was already walking away, and I resigned myself to going back into my room, changing into my pajamas, and falling face first onto my bed, a giant grin on my face.
{~*~}
There's one thing about myself that I always have to tell people when they end up sleeping by me or in the same room as me:
I am not a morning person, until I've had my coffee. It's a fact. If I am woken up and forced to move without having my coffee, I will rip whoever woke me up to pieces and serve them with breakfast.
So when Wes woke me up at seven in the morning on a Sunday by throwing a bottle of water on my head, I was very displeased. "Wes! What the hell?"
But the look Wes gave me as I shot up in bed made me falter, the water bottle in my hands and ready to throw back at him. "What is it? What's going on?"
Wes gave out a long and tired sigh. "It's Jeff."
I frowned. "What about Jeff?"
"The judge turned him down; said his record wasn't good - it was, according to her, horrible, and so he's been sent back here and he can't try again for at least another year."
The water bottle slipped out of my hands. "B-but he told me that his therapist said he was ready to go; everything was clean!"
Wes nodded and ran a hand over his face. "Yeah, I know. God, this is the seventh time something like this has happened! Jeff's been good! He hasn't done anything except follow the rules!" He grabbed his sweatshirt and walked over to the door. "We're having an emergency Warblers meeting in the commons room so that we can try to cheer him up..." He shook his head, then opened the door. "Be down there in thirty minutes," he said before he closed the door.
I was down there in twenty, forgoing my moisturizing routine (I know, right? But I like Jeff), and putting on something comfortable. When I got down there, Jeff was sitting on one of the couches, his head in his hands and Nick was rubbing a comforting hand across his back.
"I promised my sisters," Jeff was saying softly to himself. "I said I'd be back home for their next birthday..."
A hand slipped into mine, and I jumped slightly before I realized that Blaine was standing next to me, the same grim look on his face that I'd seen on Wes'. I gripped his hand tightly, then turned my gaze back to Jeff, wondering if there was anything that I could do to help.
Author's notes: Oh, gosh, you guys! I'm so sorry it took so long to put this up! It just didn't like me - at all. Well, I hope that you enjoyed it!
So, Kurt and Blaine are headed on the right track now, but will they last? Will someone else come in and sweep one of them off their feet? Oh, who am I kidding? You won't have to worry about that with me. I don't like doing that in my stories, because it's done in so many others, so... Yeah. At least you won't have to worry about that kind of drama, or, you know, ex-boyfriends coming into play. *le shrug
Anyway, please let me know what you thought! It always never fails to make my day!
Lots of love~