The Scent and Sound of You 3/?
Paring: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: G
Word count: 1352
Summary: Kurt arrived to the sight of the three friends rocking out to Amy Winehouse’s “Rehab.” Blaine was strumming on his guitar with so much gusto, his black curls were bouncing. Santana, on the other hand, was in a diva stance singing lead, using a hairbrush for a mic, as Brittany pranced around her.
Chapter 2
Many thanks to my lovely beta Bron, she has helped a lot, especially in allaying my writing insecurities. :)
Late Saturday morning found Blaine, Santana, and Brittany hanging out in Blaine’s room. Blaine sat on the edge of his bed, strumming the chords to “Valerie” on his guitar, while Santana knelt behind Brittany, braiding her hair and singing along. Brittany was preoccupied with painting her finger nails with different colors. After a while, Blaine stopped playing and asked for the time.
“You’ve been asking for the time every five minutes,” Santana said suspiciously.
“I’ve invited Kurt to come over and hang out with us,” Blaine answered. “He promised to bring chocolate cookies he baked himself,” he giddily added.
“You’ve been hanging out with Kurt a lot these days. Are you guys dating on the sly?” Santana asked.
“No, we’re not. I was just helping him with that audition piece he needed for your glee club, and then we found out we have a lot in common. I just really like hanging out with him, OK?” Blaine reasoned.
“I like Kurt too. He has really soft hands, like a baby’s,” Brittany interjected. Blaine silently agreed, remembering how it felt when they touched.
“Hey, no judgment!” Santana assured him. “I’m just saying he’s single and gay, and so are you. That’s all…” she trailed off.
“I never said I was gay…” Blaine said in a small voice. They never really talked about this before. The issue had just floated about, unaddressed but always there. He knew that he was in the company of good friends, yet talking about his sexuality still filled him with apprehension.
“Oh, come on. You kissed me like a cold fish, and I know the problem’s not me, because we all know I’m a pro, so it must be you. And you touched my lady parts like a coroner examining a Jane Doe.”
“Well, Kurt and I have never talked about… you know, being gay. Look, just don’t talk about this when he arrives, OK? This is embarrassing enough… and I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable. Besides, I don’t think I’m his type anyway.” He recalled how Kurt would slightly tense at his touch whenever they walked together. He was unsure if it was because Kurt wasn’t used to affectionate contact with other peers, least of all boys, or if it was because of something else entirely. Something that had a lot to do with this friendship that they had.
This thing with Kurt was all new and exciting for him. Blaine had the feeling that it was significant, whatever it was. But he was a little bit scared that if he took the time to analyze it, he’d be daunted by just how significant it could be.
“Aww… Blainey’s insecure!” Santana cooed. Blaine wanted to say that it wasn’t that, but refrained from doing so for fear of further scrutiny.
He felt the bed shift and sensed the two girls move up to him.
“I told you before, Blaine, you’re actually hot. I even tried to kiss you remember?” Britt patted his curls and Santana was patting his hand. “Plus you have nice eyes. Chocolate eyes.” He couldn’t see Santana nodding at Britt in approval.
“What does Kurt look like?” Blaine asked suddenly. Not that it mattered. His mental image of Kurt was that of a soft, beautiful angel, based on what he could touch, smell, and hear of the boy. It’s just that since their first meeting, Blaine had felt compelled to get to know Kurt better. Lately, it had come to border dangerously on less-than-innocent, and he was itching to learn more.
“Well, he’s pretty. He has soft brown hair, blue-green ocean eyes, cherry lips, pale skin, and he’s taller than you,” Britt promptly answered.
Blaine was puzzled at this, if Kurt was good-looking, why was he constantly made fun of and bullied? Shouldn’t he be popular?
“So why do I hear some of the kids at school make fun of him a lot?”
“He’s actually pretty fine, but he’s out and proud and all that, so people think he’s being too in-your-face about it with his ways and his clothes,” Santana explained almost angrily. “Like, wearing letterman jackets all around campus isn’t rubbing it in. I mean, I know how a uniform can help you wield a bit of power around the school, but it doesn’t mean you can go on judging people for choosing to be different. Sometimes a piece of clothing can be just as much of a prison as it is a form of self-expression,” she exhaled loudly to catch her breath after the lengthy rant.
The room was awkwardly silent. Blaine didn’t think they were still talking about Kurt anymore. But he thought he understood what Santana was trying to say. He may have lived a sheltered life, but he knew there was a certain stigma attached to being gay, especially in the town they lived in. He just didn’t realize how bad it could be.
“Whatever, when I finish high school, I’m so leaving this sucky town and I’m never coming back. This place is full of backward thinking losers.”
Ever the cheerer, Britt tried to console her, “It’s not all full of losers. There’s glee club, and Blaine.”
Blaine felt a surge of affection for Britt at this, and he was about to comment when he suddenly got tackled into a group hug with the giggling girls.
*****
Kurt arrived to the sight of the three friends rocking out to Amy Winehouse’s “Rehab.” Blaine was strumming on his guitar with so much gusto, his black curls were bouncing. Santana, on the other hand, was in a diva stance singing lead, using a hairbrush for a mic, as Brittany pranced around her. The two girls stopped at the sight of him, greeting him and beckoning him to sit on the bed beside Blaine.
“Kurt, you’re here!” Blaine exclaimed. He had sensed Kurt’s presence by smelling the vanilla fragrance that lightly filled the room. He tried to reach out for Kurt, to where he felt the bed dip. His smile grew when he felt Kurt’s soft hand in his own.
“I brought chocolate cookies, as promised, and a copy of Avenue Q. I don’t know if you already have it, but I thought you might want to borrow mine,” Kurt answered as he placed the cookies and the CD in the other boy’s hands.
“Thanks!” Blaine took a bite of a cookie and groaned with pleasure at the taste. “Oh, my God, Kurt! These are amazing! You’re amazing!”
Kurt flushed at the compliment and gave a small laugh. “It’s nothing, just a thank-you for helping me with my solo. It really helped me get a duet with Rachel for Regionals. Mercedes got the solo though, but I’m not too sad about it. It’s about time she took center stage for once.”
They continued chatting, oblivious of the two girls in the room. Both were simply basking in each other’s presence. Blaine was enjoying the sound of Kurt’s excited chatter, and Kurt was all too happy with the undivided attention.
Santana and Brittany kept watching the two boys interact, as if they were in their own little bubble and there was no one else in the room, until the dark-haired cheerleader couldn’t help it anymore and rolled her eyes.
“Ugh, you two are too freakin’ charming. Just get married already!”
“Santana…” Blaine warned to remind her of their talk earlier.
“What?! Look, if you’re gonna just ignore us anyways, me and Britt are taking off. Oh, and we’re stealing some of those cookies.” She kissed Blaine’s cheek as Britt took some of the cookies.
“Bye Kurt,” both girls said in unison, and then they were out the door.
Kurt was about to say something, but thought better of it. He secretly liked the idea of having Blaine all to himself.
Chapter 4
Rating: G
Word count: 1352
Summary: Kurt arrived to the sight of the three friends rocking out to Amy Winehouse’s “Rehab.” Blaine was strumming on his guitar with so much gusto, his black curls were bouncing. Santana, on the other hand, was in a diva stance singing lead, using a hairbrush for a mic, as Brittany pranced around her.
Chapter 2
Many thanks to my lovely beta Bron, she has helped a lot, especially in allaying my writing insecurities. :)
Late Saturday morning found Blaine, Santana, and Brittany hanging out in Blaine’s room. Blaine sat on the edge of his bed, strumming the chords to “Valerie” on his guitar, while Santana knelt behind Brittany, braiding her hair and singing along. Brittany was preoccupied with painting her finger nails with different colors. After a while, Blaine stopped playing and asked for the time.
“You’ve been asking for the time every five minutes,” Santana said suspiciously.
“I’ve invited Kurt to come over and hang out with us,” Blaine answered. “He promised to bring chocolate cookies he baked himself,” he giddily added.
“You’ve been hanging out with Kurt a lot these days. Are you guys dating on the sly?” Santana asked.
“No, we’re not. I was just helping him with that audition piece he needed for your glee club, and then we found out we have a lot in common. I just really like hanging out with him, OK?” Blaine reasoned.
“I like Kurt too. He has really soft hands, like a baby’s,” Brittany interjected. Blaine silently agreed, remembering how it felt when they touched.
“Hey, no judgment!” Santana assured him. “I’m just saying he’s single and gay, and so are you. That’s all…” she trailed off.
“I never said I was gay…” Blaine said in a small voice. They never really talked about this before. The issue had just floated about, unaddressed but always there. He knew that he was in the company of good friends, yet talking about his sexuality still filled him with apprehension.
“Oh, come on. You kissed me like a cold fish, and I know the problem’s not me, because we all know I’m a pro, so it must be you. And you touched my lady parts like a coroner examining a Jane Doe.”
“Well, Kurt and I have never talked about… you know, being gay. Look, just don’t talk about this when he arrives, OK? This is embarrassing enough… and I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable. Besides, I don’t think I’m his type anyway.” He recalled how Kurt would slightly tense at his touch whenever they walked together. He was unsure if it was because Kurt wasn’t used to affectionate contact with other peers, least of all boys, or if it was because of something else entirely. Something that had a lot to do with this friendship that they had.
This thing with Kurt was all new and exciting for him. Blaine had the feeling that it was significant, whatever it was. But he was a little bit scared that if he took the time to analyze it, he’d be daunted by just how significant it could be.
“Aww… Blainey’s insecure!” Santana cooed. Blaine wanted to say that it wasn’t that, but refrained from doing so for fear of further scrutiny.
He felt the bed shift and sensed the two girls move up to him.
“I told you before, Blaine, you’re actually hot. I even tried to kiss you remember?” Britt patted his curls and Santana was patting his hand. “Plus you have nice eyes. Chocolate eyes.” He couldn’t see Santana nodding at Britt in approval.
“What does Kurt look like?” Blaine asked suddenly. Not that it mattered. His mental image of Kurt was that of a soft, beautiful angel, based on what he could touch, smell, and hear of the boy. It’s just that since their first meeting, Blaine had felt compelled to get to know Kurt better. Lately, it had come to border dangerously on less-than-innocent, and he was itching to learn more.
“Well, he’s pretty. He has soft brown hair, blue-green ocean eyes, cherry lips, pale skin, and he’s taller than you,” Britt promptly answered.
Blaine was puzzled at this, if Kurt was good-looking, why was he constantly made fun of and bullied? Shouldn’t he be popular?
“So why do I hear some of the kids at school make fun of him a lot?”
“He’s actually pretty fine, but he’s out and proud and all that, so people think he’s being too in-your-face about it with his ways and his clothes,” Santana explained almost angrily. “Like, wearing letterman jackets all around campus isn’t rubbing it in. I mean, I know how a uniform can help you wield a bit of power around the school, but it doesn’t mean you can go on judging people for choosing to be different. Sometimes a piece of clothing can be just as much of a prison as it is a form of self-expression,” she exhaled loudly to catch her breath after the lengthy rant.
The room was awkwardly silent. Blaine didn’t think they were still talking about Kurt anymore. But he thought he understood what Santana was trying to say. He may have lived a sheltered life, but he knew there was a certain stigma attached to being gay, especially in the town they lived in. He just didn’t realize how bad it could be.
“Whatever, when I finish high school, I’m so leaving this sucky town and I’m never coming back. This place is full of backward thinking losers.”
Ever the cheerer, Britt tried to console her, “It’s not all full of losers. There’s glee club, and Blaine.”
Blaine felt a surge of affection for Britt at this, and he was about to comment when he suddenly got tackled into a group hug with the giggling girls.
*****
Kurt arrived to the sight of the three friends rocking out to Amy Winehouse’s “Rehab.” Blaine was strumming on his guitar with so much gusto, his black curls were bouncing. Santana, on the other hand, was in a diva stance singing lead, using a hairbrush for a mic, as Brittany pranced around her. The two girls stopped at the sight of him, greeting him and beckoning him to sit on the bed beside Blaine.
“Kurt, you’re here!” Blaine exclaimed. He had sensed Kurt’s presence by smelling the vanilla fragrance that lightly filled the room. He tried to reach out for Kurt, to where he felt the bed dip. His smile grew when he felt Kurt’s soft hand in his own.
“I brought chocolate cookies, as promised, and a copy of Avenue Q. I don’t know if you already have it, but I thought you might want to borrow mine,” Kurt answered as he placed the cookies and the CD in the other boy’s hands.
“Thanks!” Blaine took a bite of a cookie and groaned with pleasure at the taste. “Oh, my God, Kurt! These are amazing! You’re amazing!”
Kurt flushed at the compliment and gave a small laugh. “It’s nothing, just a thank-you for helping me with my solo. It really helped me get a duet with Rachel for Regionals. Mercedes got the solo though, but I’m not too sad about it. It’s about time she took center stage for once.”
They continued chatting, oblivious of the two girls in the room. Both were simply basking in each other’s presence. Blaine was enjoying the sound of Kurt’s excited chatter, and Kurt was all too happy with the undivided attention.
Santana and Brittany kept watching the two boys interact, as if they were in their own little bubble and there was no one else in the room, until the dark-haired cheerleader couldn’t help it anymore and rolled her eyes.
“Ugh, you two are too freakin’ charming. Just get married already!”
“Santana…” Blaine warned to remind her of their talk earlier.
“What?! Look, if you’re gonna just ignore us anyways, me and Britt are taking off. Oh, and we’re stealing some of those cookies.” She kissed Blaine’s cheek as Britt took some of the cookies.
“Bye Kurt,” both girls said in unison, and then they were out the door.
Kurt was about to say something, but thought better of it. He secretly liked the idea of having Blaine all to himself.
Chapter 4