Perfect (2/12)
Title: Perfect (2/12)
Author: foreternityblue
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Rating: PG-13
Chapter Word Count: 2, 583
Previous Chapter: September
Next Chapter: October
First Chapter: September
Summary:
Kurt Hummel hates his monotonic, boring, routine life just as much as he hates the ignorant idiots at his high school. Things never change for him--until one September day, when he makes an abrupt decision to pull into that old coffee shop for some reason. One person, Blaine Anderson, is added to his daily schedule, and he finds it just a little more bearable... AU Klaine; told over a year.
"... when you find out their imperfections and still think that they're the most perfect person in the world... you know that you truly love that person."
October “The heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing of.”
-Blaise Pascal
Kurt wasn’t entirely sure when going to Lima Bean became the favorite part of his day, kicking glee practice out of its pedestal pretty easily. Admittedly, he had taken a habit of glancing at the clock every five minutes after school in vain hope that time would move faster than it was. He also made Finn start getting rides with other people, since he really didn’t want his stepbrother there when he was hanging out with Blaine, even though his behavior had gotten a little less embarrassing.
Well, if you could really call what they did hanging out. Blaine was still technically working, even if he did take his breaks every so often while Kurt was there (which surprised him-Blaine actually wanted to spend time with him), so they only sat around chatting idly until their fifteen minutes was up and Blaine said his polite good bye and went back to work, and Kurt left to go home and study.
However, through those few fifteen minute intervals of time with Blaine, Kurt had learned plenty about him. For example, Blaine’s favorite coffee drink was a medium drip, he loved music just as much as Kurt did, he could play guitar, piano, and several other instruments, he was in high school but went to a totally different school (Kurt actually committed the name of the school to memory: Dalton) and he actually only worked part-time for Lima Bean… he just happened to be there all the time when Kurt was.
Kurt also happened to get his number after the second week of constantly going to the coffee shop, and they texted each other… a lot. Honestly, his phone held more texts from Blaine than from Mercedes and Rachel, his two best friends, combined. Most of their conversations didn’t even make sense if someone other than each other read them, though they were mainly about musicals and songs and just music in general. Of course. What else would they talk about?
They had never hung out outside of the coffee shop.
That is, until that momentous day on October 17th (not that Kurt would bother remembering, of course not…), when Blaine collapsed in a rather ungraceful manner into the chair across from Kurt, and looked at the slightly younger teenager with a grin on his face for a few moments, not saying anything.
Kurt had to break the silence after a while.
“Why, exactly, are you grinning like that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow elegantly and taking a sip from his cup, never actually taking his eyes from Blaine’s hazel ones… they were still just as alluring as when he first saw them.
… Geez, he just used the adjective alluring to describe eyes. Good grief. Better than ‘wow’, though.
Blaine laughed, which just caused Kurt to put down the coffee cup and lean forwards slightly, focusing whatever part of his mind that hadn’t been on Blaine, on him as he spoke, “I have these tickets for a show this Saturday, and I think that you’ll be pretty interested in the show,” he tried to smile slyly. It mostly just came out as weirdly cute to Kurt.
“Oh?” Kurt raised an eyebrow and reached for his drink again, coolly taking another sip, trying to seem uninterested, “And what is this show?”
“A very well put together production of “Rent”, of course.”
Any and all hope of Kurt trying to play “hard to get” (like he was actually trying, yeah, right…) was squashed to the ground, dying a rather fast death as he nearly slammed the paper cup onto the table and leaned forwards, “The one that’s showing in Columbus?” he tried not to sound too exited, but from Blaine’s grin he so did, “I thought that those tickets were sold out!”
The teenager across from him chuckled, never really taking his eyes away from Kurt’s face, “I got these tickets a while ago, for my sister and I, but there was a sudden change in plans and she can’t join me this Friday-something about a last-minute birthday party that she just has to go to because it's her crush or something like that-so, I thought, why not invite Kurt to come along? I mean, we’re pretty close friends, aren’t we?” Kurt nodded dazedly to the (most likely) rhetorical question, “But we have never hung out outside of this place, which is kind of depressing when you think about it. I mean, I work here, and despite how nice this place is, it’d be nice to spend time with you somewhere else.”
Kurt had to repeated that in his mind. ‘It’d be nice to spend time with you’. Blaine wanted to spend time with him? Who was Kurt to deny him that chance? That fact that they were going to see “Rent” didn’t really hurt, either, “I… guess I could go with you, since you asked nicely and everything,” he said, trying to act coolly again.
Blaine was laughing, again. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Kurt kind of failed at trying to cover up his momentary excitement.
~
It was finally Friday of that week, and, for some reason, Kurt was ridiculously antsy. He had gotten the okay from his father the same night that Blaine asked him to go to the show, and had to explain who Blaine was. Kurt was kind of obscure about it, saying that Blaine was a friend and worked in the old coffee shop, who happened to be into the same things that Kurt was into and was the same age. At least, Kurt thought he was the same age… he didn’t know Blaine’s birthday… yet. That was weird, wasn’t it?
Of course, his father Burt asked a few questions like the protective father he was, and Kurt responded to them as quickly as he could. Burt ended up giving the okay, obviously, and that was that.
Kurt chose clothes that seemed casual enough to make most people think that he made his clothing decision within five minutes (more like an hour and a half), but well enough put together that those same people just might think he had a killer fashion sense (which he did). However, despite how long it took him to get ready, he miscalculated his time slightly, leaving himself thirty minutes to do nothing except mentally prep for the long drive he had ahead of him since Carole and Burt were out doing something and Finn was either with Puck or Rachel…
After ten minutes of silent stressing out, he figure that this was getting a little ridiculous. It wasn’t even a date. They were just hanging out, there was a huge difference! Sure, it was the first time they’d ever hung out somewhere other than that coffee shop, but still, no reason to stress. This was Blaine. Laid back, funny, charismatic, ridiculous, music-loving Blaine, one of his newest, but somehow closest, friends.
Opting to stop freaking out so much, Kurt started to absent-mindedly play with his phone, playing a few of the apps he had downloaded on a whim at some point. He had stopped keeping track of time, so when the doorbell rang he stiffened just a little bit. With a sigh, he pocketed his phone and stood up, checking over what he could see of his outfit before walking over to the front door and opening it-
The first thought in his mind was ‘God damn, Blaine looks so much better out of that stupid apron’. An unintelligent statement, but so very true. The guy looked great in jeans (something that Kurt rarely wore) and a long sleeved, red and white striped shirt with a rather light black jacket that was partially zipped up, since it wasn’t exactly freezing outside yet, but it was chilly.
Kurt caught Blaine’s eyes trailing his body shortly, and felt a small sense of pride, knowing that he had definitely chosen a good set of clothes for the occasion, despite how simple it was. Just a pair of black (perfectly ironed) slacks, a gray button-up, a black vest and a black bow tie. Oh, and the hat that was perched just right on the top of his head, angled to the side. … So maybe it wasn’t really simple, but it wasn’t the most outrageous outfit he had ever worn by a long shot.
“Hey,” Blaine greeted easily, the ever-present grin on his face, “you look great,” the emphasis on the compliment just made Kurt glow on the inside (he still tried to play it a little cool on the outside), “You ready to go?”e stopped He h
Kurt nodded and grabbed the jacket that was set on the table next to the door, sliding it on before grabbing the keys, “As ready as ever,” he replied taking a step out of the door when Blaine stepped back to let him out. He turned and shut the door, locking it securely, before turning towards Blaine and nodding again, signaling that he was ready to go.
“Then may we depart on our magical journey,” Blaine said, laughing lightly before extending an arm, which Kurt took automatically, rather pleased by how horribly polite Blaine was being for no particular reason.
The only way this guy could be any more perfect was if he were gay.
No, Kurt still didn’t know. It had never felt like an appropriate time to ask, really…
Blaine opened the passenger door seat, sliding his arm away from Kurt’s and holding it open for him… wow, Blaine was probably the most polite person Kurt had even met, honestly…
With a rather bright smile, Kurt slipped into the cool leather seat, letting Blaine shut the door behind him, and watched the slightly shorter male walk around the front of the car (he definitely didn’t stare at the way his legs moved in those jeans, nope), and then slide into the driver’s seat. He grinned at Kurt again, his eyes shinning happily, before he turned on the car, pulling out of the “Hudmel” family driveway.
For the first five minutes, they had the usual small talk, asking each other how their day was and rather simple things like that. After that, Blaine turned on the radio, telling Kurt to choose whatever station he wanted. Kurt, being himself, stopped station surfing when he heard the ever-comforting beat of Lady Gaga thudding through the speakers of the car, and sat back, letting the music fill the partially comfortable silence between that.
After another five minutes, Blaine turned down the volume, not looking away from the road, “Hey, let’s play a game.”
Kurt looked at him as a Pink song came on, his eyebrow arching elegantly, “A game?” he hoped dearly that it wasn’t one of those stupid car games. Finn made him play one over the summer when they were driving to Florida on a family vacation… let’s just say that it didn’t really end well, “What kind of game?”
Blaine looked at him for a moment, noting his wary expression and laughing quietly before training his eyes back to the road, readjusting his grip on the steering wheel, “Nothing too stupid, I promise,” he soothed, “It’s a pretty simple game, actually. We just ask each other questions back and forth, and the other person has to answer it truthfully. You get a freebie if there’s a question you don’t feel comfortable answering, and after that if you don’t answer another one you basically loose the game if your partner doesn’t answer the same question.”
A question game? Interesting enough…
“How do you know that I’ll tell the truth? How do I know if you’ll tell the truth?” Kurt asked, shooting Blaine a look.
“I trust you,” those three words made Kurt’s eyes widen slightly. Blaine trusted him? Whoa… “You’ll just have to trust me to tell the truth,” he looked serious at that moment, maybe even a little stiff for some reason.
Kurt was silent for a few more seconds, his eyes gazing at Blaine’s strong jaw and hazel eyes, “I trust you.”
He meant it, surprisingly.
With that, their question game commenced, and they asked the easiest questions first. Kurt found out that Blaine’s favorite color was red, his birthday was January 25th, he had a younger sister and an older brother, among other random things, while Blaine found that Kurt’s favorite color was light blue, his birthday was May 16th, that he could hit a high F (to which Blaine was pleasantly impressed), and other extremely miscellaneous things.
It was… a lot of fun.
~
Somewhere around the hour mark of their road trip, Kurt was just asking the first things that came to his mind, and eventually he asked, “Are you gay?” without really even realizing it. When he did realize, though, he felt immensely stupid and wanted to slap himself, but instead stared out his window embarrassedly before Blaine’s response processed in his mind.
“Yes.”
... Oh. Oh.
Honestly, Kurt expected a horrible silence to stretch in between them, maybe Blaine to be a little angry or something, but there was barely a beat between the question and the answer.
“Wait, what?” Kurt found himself staring wide-eyed at Blaine once again, and rose an eyebrow comically when he saw Blaine just smiling like always.
Blaine looked at him steadily, smiling the nicest smile that Kurt had ever seen, “Yes, Kurt, I’m gay,” he reiterated, mirth shinning in his eyes as his lips twitched a little bit, as if he were actually trying to stop himself from grinning so damn much.
All Kurt could really make himself do was nod, and maybe he even uttered something unintelligible, before biting his lip and mentally slapping himself hard to get his mind back on track. Blaine was gay… he was gay. He was openly gay just like Kurt! Oh, Gaga, that was actually a little bit of a shock to the system.
“What about you?” Kurt’s gaze snapped back to Blaine, and both of his eyebrows rose at the question this time.
“Well, yeah,” he answered, proud that his voice sounded so calm, “I thought that was one of the most obvious things about me.”
Blaine was laughing again, “I don’t really like stereotyping, but I had a feeling… just felt like checking.”
He didn’t like stereotyping… the only other person that had ever not stereotyped Kurt before he came out was Mercedes, though he took that more as her being in denial because of how she felt about him for a few days at most. Sometimes it just didn’t seem like Blaine had any faults, apart from small ones that didn’t really count, like how much of a dork he could be or how polite he could get at times no matter what… can being too polite even be counted as a fault?
Kurt didn’t mind having to ponder if there really was anything wrong with his friend, though. He’d uncover more as the game went on.
And so their game continued.
~
That was easily one of the best nights Kurt had ever had.
That didn’t mean that Kurt was falling in love, though. A crush was believable, but love? He wasn’t that much of a hopeless romantic… maybe two years ago he would’ve been, but he was more realistic after what high school did to him.
Much more realistic.
Author: foreternityblue
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Rating: PG-13
Chapter Word Count: 2, 583
Previous Chapter: September
Next Chapter: October
First Chapter: September
Summary:
Kurt Hummel hates his monotonic, boring, routine life just as much as he hates the ignorant idiots at his high school. Things never change for him--until one September day, when he makes an abrupt decision to pull into that old coffee shop for some reason. One person, Blaine Anderson, is added to his daily schedule, and he finds it just a little more bearable... AU Klaine; told over a year.
"... when you find out their imperfections and still think that they're the most perfect person in the world... you know that you truly love that person."
October “The heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing of.”
-Blaise Pascal
Kurt wasn’t entirely sure when going to Lima Bean became the favorite part of his day, kicking glee practice out of its pedestal pretty easily. Admittedly, he had taken a habit of glancing at the clock every five minutes after school in vain hope that time would move faster than it was. He also made Finn start getting rides with other people, since he really didn’t want his stepbrother there when he was hanging out with Blaine, even though his behavior had gotten a little less embarrassing.
Well, if you could really call what they did hanging out. Blaine was still technically working, even if he did take his breaks every so often while Kurt was there (which surprised him-Blaine actually wanted to spend time with him), so they only sat around chatting idly until their fifteen minutes was up and Blaine said his polite good bye and went back to work, and Kurt left to go home and study.
However, through those few fifteen minute intervals of time with Blaine, Kurt had learned plenty about him. For example, Blaine’s favorite coffee drink was a medium drip, he loved music just as much as Kurt did, he could play guitar, piano, and several other instruments, he was in high school but went to a totally different school (Kurt actually committed the name of the school to memory: Dalton) and he actually only worked part-time for Lima Bean… he just happened to be there all the time when Kurt was.
Kurt also happened to get his number after the second week of constantly going to the coffee shop, and they texted each other… a lot. Honestly, his phone held more texts from Blaine than from Mercedes and Rachel, his two best friends, combined. Most of their conversations didn’t even make sense if someone other than each other read them, though they were mainly about musicals and songs and just music in general. Of course. What else would they talk about?
They had never hung out outside of the coffee shop.
That is, until that momentous day on October 17th (not that Kurt would bother remembering, of course not…), when Blaine collapsed in a rather ungraceful manner into the chair across from Kurt, and looked at the slightly younger teenager with a grin on his face for a few moments, not saying anything.
Kurt had to break the silence after a while.
“Why, exactly, are you grinning like that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow elegantly and taking a sip from his cup, never actually taking his eyes from Blaine’s hazel ones… they were still just as alluring as when he first saw them.
… Geez, he just used the adjective alluring to describe eyes. Good grief. Better than ‘wow’, though.
Blaine laughed, which just caused Kurt to put down the coffee cup and lean forwards slightly, focusing whatever part of his mind that hadn’t been on Blaine, on him as he spoke, “I have these tickets for a show this Saturday, and I think that you’ll be pretty interested in the show,” he tried to smile slyly. It mostly just came out as weirdly cute to Kurt.
“Oh?” Kurt raised an eyebrow and reached for his drink again, coolly taking another sip, trying to seem uninterested, “And what is this show?”
“A very well put together production of “Rent”, of course.”
Any and all hope of Kurt trying to play “hard to get” (like he was actually trying, yeah, right…) was squashed to the ground, dying a rather fast death as he nearly slammed the paper cup onto the table and leaned forwards, “The one that’s showing in Columbus?” he tried not to sound too exited, but from Blaine’s grin he so did, “I thought that those tickets were sold out!”
The teenager across from him chuckled, never really taking his eyes away from Kurt’s face, “I got these tickets a while ago, for my sister and I, but there was a sudden change in plans and she can’t join me this Friday-something about a last-minute birthday party that she just has to go to because it's her crush or something like that-so, I thought, why not invite Kurt to come along? I mean, we’re pretty close friends, aren’t we?” Kurt nodded dazedly to the (most likely) rhetorical question, “But we have never hung out outside of this place, which is kind of depressing when you think about it. I mean, I work here, and despite how nice this place is, it’d be nice to spend time with you somewhere else.”
Kurt had to repeated that in his mind. ‘It’d be nice to spend time with you’. Blaine wanted to spend time with him? Who was Kurt to deny him that chance? That fact that they were going to see “Rent” didn’t really hurt, either, “I… guess I could go with you, since you asked nicely and everything,” he said, trying to act coolly again.
Blaine was laughing, again. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Kurt kind of failed at trying to cover up his momentary excitement.
~
It was finally Friday of that week, and, for some reason, Kurt was ridiculously antsy. He had gotten the okay from his father the same night that Blaine asked him to go to the show, and had to explain who Blaine was. Kurt was kind of obscure about it, saying that Blaine was a friend and worked in the old coffee shop, who happened to be into the same things that Kurt was into and was the same age. At least, Kurt thought he was the same age… he didn’t know Blaine’s birthday… yet. That was weird, wasn’t it?
Of course, his father Burt asked a few questions like the protective father he was, and Kurt responded to them as quickly as he could. Burt ended up giving the okay, obviously, and that was that.
Kurt chose clothes that seemed casual enough to make most people think that he made his clothing decision within five minutes (more like an hour and a half), but well enough put together that those same people just might think he had a killer fashion sense (which he did). However, despite how long it took him to get ready, he miscalculated his time slightly, leaving himself thirty minutes to do nothing except mentally prep for the long drive he had ahead of him since Carole and Burt were out doing something and Finn was either with Puck or Rachel…
After ten minutes of silent stressing out, he figure that this was getting a little ridiculous. It wasn’t even a date. They were just hanging out, there was a huge difference! Sure, it was the first time they’d ever hung out somewhere other than that coffee shop, but still, no reason to stress. This was Blaine. Laid back, funny, charismatic, ridiculous, music-loving Blaine, one of his newest, but somehow closest, friends.
Opting to stop freaking out so much, Kurt started to absent-mindedly play with his phone, playing a few of the apps he had downloaded on a whim at some point. He had stopped keeping track of time, so when the doorbell rang he stiffened just a little bit. With a sigh, he pocketed his phone and stood up, checking over what he could see of his outfit before walking over to the front door and opening it-
The first thought in his mind was ‘God damn, Blaine looks so much better out of that stupid apron’. An unintelligent statement, but so very true. The guy looked great in jeans (something that Kurt rarely wore) and a long sleeved, red and white striped shirt with a rather light black jacket that was partially zipped up, since it wasn’t exactly freezing outside yet, but it was chilly.
Kurt caught Blaine’s eyes trailing his body shortly, and felt a small sense of pride, knowing that he had definitely chosen a good set of clothes for the occasion, despite how simple it was. Just a pair of black (perfectly ironed) slacks, a gray button-up, a black vest and a black bow tie. Oh, and the hat that was perched just right on the top of his head, angled to the side. … So maybe it wasn’t really simple, but it wasn’t the most outrageous outfit he had ever worn by a long shot.
“Hey,” Blaine greeted easily, the ever-present grin on his face, “you look great,” the emphasis on the compliment just made Kurt glow on the inside (he still tried to play it a little cool on the outside), “You ready to go?”e stopped He h
Kurt nodded and grabbed the jacket that was set on the table next to the door, sliding it on before grabbing the keys, “As ready as ever,” he replied taking a step out of the door when Blaine stepped back to let him out. He turned and shut the door, locking it securely, before turning towards Blaine and nodding again, signaling that he was ready to go.
“Then may we depart on our magical journey,” Blaine said, laughing lightly before extending an arm, which Kurt took automatically, rather pleased by how horribly polite Blaine was being for no particular reason.
The only way this guy could be any more perfect was if he were gay.
No, Kurt still didn’t know. It had never felt like an appropriate time to ask, really…
Blaine opened the passenger door seat, sliding his arm away from Kurt’s and holding it open for him… wow, Blaine was probably the most polite person Kurt had even met, honestly…
With a rather bright smile, Kurt slipped into the cool leather seat, letting Blaine shut the door behind him, and watched the slightly shorter male walk around the front of the car (he definitely didn’t stare at the way his legs moved in those jeans, nope), and then slide into the driver’s seat. He grinned at Kurt again, his eyes shinning happily, before he turned on the car, pulling out of the “Hudmel” family driveway.
For the first five minutes, they had the usual small talk, asking each other how their day was and rather simple things like that. After that, Blaine turned on the radio, telling Kurt to choose whatever station he wanted. Kurt, being himself, stopped station surfing when he heard the ever-comforting beat of Lady Gaga thudding through the speakers of the car, and sat back, letting the music fill the partially comfortable silence between that.
After another five minutes, Blaine turned down the volume, not looking away from the road, “Hey, let’s play a game.”
Kurt looked at him as a Pink song came on, his eyebrow arching elegantly, “A game?” he hoped dearly that it wasn’t one of those stupid car games. Finn made him play one over the summer when they were driving to Florida on a family vacation… let’s just say that it didn’t really end well, “What kind of game?”
Blaine looked at him for a moment, noting his wary expression and laughing quietly before training his eyes back to the road, readjusting his grip on the steering wheel, “Nothing too stupid, I promise,” he soothed, “It’s a pretty simple game, actually. We just ask each other questions back and forth, and the other person has to answer it truthfully. You get a freebie if there’s a question you don’t feel comfortable answering, and after that if you don’t answer another one you basically loose the game if your partner doesn’t answer the same question.”
A question game? Interesting enough…
“How do you know that I’ll tell the truth? How do I know if you’ll tell the truth?” Kurt asked, shooting Blaine a look.
“I trust you,” those three words made Kurt’s eyes widen slightly. Blaine trusted him? Whoa… “You’ll just have to trust me to tell the truth,” he looked serious at that moment, maybe even a little stiff for some reason.
Kurt was silent for a few more seconds, his eyes gazing at Blaine’s strong jaw and hazel eyes, “I trust you.”
He meant it, surprisingly.
With that, their question game commenced, and they asked the easiest questions first. Kurt found out that Blaine’s favorite color was red, his birthday was January 25th, he had a younger sister and an older brother, among other random things, while Blaine found that Kurt’s favorite color was light blue, his birthday was May 16th, that he could hit a high F (to which Blaine was pleasantly impressed), and other extremely miscellaneous things.
It was… a lot of fun.
~
Somewhere around the hour mark of their road trip, Kurt was just asking the first things that came to his mind, and eventually he asked, “Are you gay?” without really even realizing it. When he did realize, though, he felt immensely stupid and wanted to slap himself, but instead stared out his window embarrassedly before Blaine’s response processed in his mind.
“Yes.”
... Oh. Oh.
Honestly, Kurt expected a horrible silence to stretch in between them, maybe Blaine to be a little angry or something, but there was barely a beat between the question and the answer.
“Wait, what?” Kurt found himself staring wide-eyed at Blaine once again, and rose an eyebrow comically when he saw Blaine just smiling like always.
Blaine looked at him steadily, smiling the nicest smile that Kurt had ever seen, “Yes, Kurt, I’m gay,” he reiterated, mirth shinning in his eyes as his lips twitched a little bit, as if he were actually trying to stop himself from grinning so damn much.
All Kurt could really make himself do was nod, and maybe he even uttered something unintelligible, before biting his lip and mentally slapping himself hard to get his mind back on track. Blaine was gay… he was gay. He was openly gay just like Kurt! Oh, Gaga, that was actually a little bit of a shock to the system.
“What about you?” Kurt’s gaze snapped back to Blaine, and both of his eyebrows rose at the question this time.
“Well, yeah,” he answered, proud that his voice sounded so calm, “I thought that was one of the most obvious things about me.”
Blaine was laughing again, “I don’t really like stereotyping, but I had a feeling… just felt like checking.”
He didn’t like stereotyping… the only other person that had ever not stereotyped Kurt before he came out was Mercedes, though he took that more as her being in denial because of how she felt about him for a few days at most. Sometimes it just didn’t seem like Blaine had any faults, apart from small ones that didn’t really count, like how much of a dork he could be or how polite he could get at times no matter what… can being too polite even be counted as a fault?
Kurt didn’t mind having to ponder if there really was anything wrong with his friend, though. He’d uncover more as the game went on.
And so their game continued.
~
That was easily one of the best nights Kurt had ever had.
That didn’t mean that Kurt was falling in love, though. A crush was believable, but love? He wasn’t that much of a hopeless romantic… maybe two years ago he would’ve been, but he was more realistic after what high school did to him.
Much more realistic.