Easy to Say, Harder to Feel (2/8)
Title: Easy to Say, Harder to Feel
Author: freiheit_0308
Wordcount: 5704
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Kurt/Blaine eventually
Warning(s): Totally AU with spoilers all the way through all aired episodes
Notes: Took me long enough to get this done, with finals and then Christmas and then New Years and then Blaine just kept going on tangents and not doing what I wanted him to do....
Disclaimer: Not mine at all!!
Summary: When Blaine went to spy on New Directions, he never expected to get caught or meet someone like Kurt Hummel, but these things never go as planned.
Blaine sends the message before he has any time to chicken out about it.
It’s not that he hadn’t already been texting Kurt all night and part of the day. But those conversations didn’t have the significance that this one text message did.
Sure Blaine was maybe, possibly--according to Wes and David and more than half of the Warblers--crushing on the kid, but he felt that what Kurt needed right now wasn’t a boyfriend but a mentor. Someone to be there for him no matter what. Even if he wanted to talk about boys, or his awkward crushes on straight guys, because Blaine had been there.
‘Courage.’
It was a simple word, but it held so much significance. Blaine knew that Kurt was having a hard time and that all he really needed was for someone to have confidence in him. And Blaine had plenty of it. In the short amount of time that they have known each other, Blaine was completely sure of the fact that Kurt was so much braver than him. All Blaine wanted was to give him the confidence he needed to stand up to this bully--this Karofsky fellow.
The word ‘courage’ described all of that to the T.
So all in all, Blaine felt pretty confident in his message.
He smiled and slipped his phone into the inner coat pocket on his Dalton Blazer. He buttoned the topmost button and smoothed the lapels down and smiled at his reflection.
So yeah, he was pretty confident that he had managed to convey the message across rather well.
He slipped out of the bathroom and headed to his Anatomy class. The professor had said something about proving to them that love wasn’t real. That it was all just chemicals in the brain. And Blaine really wanted to argue with him.
It wasn’t until after school that he was in Warbler’s practice which consisted more of a bunch of guys sitting around, eating up the mini-buffet that had been provided by Alex--as per usual--and ignoring the three council members, Randy, Wes, and David--also as per usual--, that Blaine noticed that he never got a text back from Kurt.
To be fair, he had been heartbroken to say the least and kind of sad when his anatomy professor proved him wrong with facts--who did that anymore?--and actual research and had let Wes and David distract him during English with their ridiculous game of charades. So he hadn’t really been thinking too hard about his inspirational message to Kurt.
He was after all a teenage boy, and he got distracted easily.
He pulled out his phone and sent him a message repeating the word.
He then set about to help David bring peace and order to their court when suddenly there was a commotion at the entrance to what was dubbed the Warbler’s commons.
They all looked over as the door opened and there was Thad. There was some eye rolling and the boy just flounced into the room texting madly into his phone. He sat down in between Alex and Jeff and leaned over the latter boy to whisper at Chris, “Did you know that Dolphins are just gay sharks?”
Blaine decided that it was best if they all ignored Thad for the time being.
After that the meeting went like it usually did.
They all shouted and yelled at each other in order to figure out what song they were going to do for Sectionals.
Then Alex stood up and let out a ear piercing whistle and pulled out the Hat of Important Song Decision Making. They all put their ideas into the hat, and then Thad would pull out three different songs. Every Warbler would then pick their favorite song of the three and then give a small performance. The council would decide on the song and the soloist.
The three songs chosen this time were, Your Song by Elton John, Hey, Soul Sister by Train, and, Thinking of You by Katy Perry.
Blaine had put in Your Song by Elton John though he did prefer the Moulin Rogue version much more, and he was pretty sure that Nick had put in the Katy Perry song. He was pretty satisfied with the choices picked out and leaned back in his seat while once again everyone tried to argue with the system.
After fifteen minutes of this bickering, order would be called again only to reiterate the fact that the next meeting was on Saturday night, before their big Halo tournament.
Blaine felt a slight vibration coming from the pocket of his blazer, and he smiled. He pulled out his phone sliding his thumb over the screen to unlock it and the message popped up.
Kurt: I need to talk to you.
Blaine loved the fact that Kurt capitalized and punctuated properly in text messages. It drove him insane when people didn’t do that. He threw a dirty look at Wes and David who usually sent him messages in what seemed like code but was in actuality the latest Texting-Lingo.
You: Sure. I’m still at a Warbler’s Meeting, but it is almost over. I’ll call you right after.
He was about to slip the phone in his pocket and at least pretend that he had not already figured out how this meeting was going to end, and also Alex was giving him a dirty look meaning he knew that he was texting Kurt, which was kind of disturbing, but so like Alex, when the phone vibrated again.
Kurt: No need. I’m in your room.
Blaine raised an eyebrow at that, because it brought forth a whole bunch of interesting scenarios none of them work friendly or Warbler’s Meeting friendly. He was about to text something along those lines--because who could really refuse the temptation when a person just opened the door like that?--when of course the phone vibrated again.
Kurt: The door was open, and I really don’t want to be seen like this. You should also really learn that your dirty clothes go in your hamper and not on the floor around the hamper. Also, your Harry Potter collection is vastly impressive. So is the Star Wars one. You really are a dork aren’t you?
So Kurt was rambling and going through his things. That was really nothing to worry too much about.
Blaine just got up, “I need to be excused.”
He walked calmly to the door and didn’t even wait until it closed behind him to run to his room before Kurt found his comic book collection. He was pretty sure he heard Alex exclaim something, but that really wasn’t important right now.
He got to his room just in time it seemed. Kurt was standing with his back to the door flipping through the book “The Tales of Beedle the Bard.”
Blaine didn’t announce his presence. He instead took his time looking up from Kurt’s bondage boots, to the shorts that left even more skin than the last ones he’d seen him in. There was at least three inches of skin exposed, and it was the fleshy part of the back of his knees that for some odd reason Blaine felt the urge to nibble on. Not to mention that they hugged his every curve like second skin, doing wonderful things for his butt. Then the shirt with the incredible looking sweater that had holes every where.
He was imagining of all the ways he could unwrap Kurt and leave him naked save for that sweater. He wanted to tie him up with that thing. What? Once again he was a teenage boy and only human.
He was also a gentleman so all the dirty thoughts in his head were going to stay there. It seemed that since Wes and David had convinced him that he liked the kid, all he did was think about him. That led to rather interesting dreams that he really was not going into right now, and was…were those tear tracks down his face?
Kurt had turned around and had looked a bit surprised to find him there. He looked like he wanted to say something. Like, maybe give an explanation as to why he was standing there in Blaine’s room not even pretending that he wasn’t looking through his things or not even dressed in a semblance of the Dalton uniform. But Blaine didn’t really care about that. All he cared about was that this boy was standing there looking sad and upset and that would just not do.
He walked in closing the door lightly behind him. Kurt jumped a little bit at that. He approached him carefully like he would a skittish colt, because he was afraid of startling him.
He stood right in front of him about a foot away and tilted his head up a bit , “Hey.”
Kurt gave him a weak smile, and Blaine could see the endless sadness in the multicolored irises, but he was attempting to seem strong.
“I was just,” he began but his voice cracked a bit. He looked at Blaine and then smiled a self depreciating smile and finished, “I was just in the neighborhood and decided to drop in.”
“Kurt,” Blaine said fearing a little bit for his sanity. “You live two hours away.”
Kurt just sort of crumpled like a puppet who’s strings had been cut off. Blaine took one step forward and caught him before he hit the floor.
He wrapped one arm around Blaine’s neck and buried his head in his neck taking deep shaky breaths. Blaine put his hormones in check and ignoring the voice in the back of his head that was telling him to run his hands all over Kurt’s lithe body, he wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist and pulled him up, “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Kurt exhaled shakily again but didn’t cry. At least Blaine couldn’t feel any wetness against his throat.
After a few minutes of standing and rocking gently, Kurt took a deep breath and pulled away. He was blushing furiously, “Sorry about that.”
Blaine waved it off because it didn’t really matter, “Do you want to talk about it?”
Blaine was almost positive that no one was dying or in danger of dying, but that it had to have been something as equally bad to make him drive the two hours here and then break into Dalton Academy and into Blaine’s room, because Blaine was also positive that he had locked his bedroom door this morning.
It was a precaution he took all the time. It came with the territory of being friends with David and Wes, ex-boyfriend of Alex, somewhat Mentor of Jeff and rival of Nick.
Kurt just gave him a sort of lost look. It was a bit shocking that Kurt was so willing to let his guard down around him so quickly. He doubted that even Mercedes saw him looking like this. So lost and confused and unsure of himself.
Blaine was pretty sure in this moment when Kurt looked into his eyes, his own full of infinite sadness and pain that wasn’t at all being masked anymore, that he could fall in love with Kurt Hummel if he wasn’t careful.
“I don’t think I want to talk right now,” he sighed and sat on the edge of Blaine’s bed. Which Blaine just realized he hadn’t made this morning. It made him wince a little.
He was in a hurry okay, and Wes had turned off his alarm in an absurd retaliation for kicking his butt at Halo 2 last night. So he had been running late.
“Can I just forget about it for a few minutes, maybe a few hours. Then maybe I can talk,” he sighed and slipped his shoes off before lifting his feet on Blaine’s bed wrapping his arms around his knees and resting his head on them.
Blaine just grabbed his desk chair and rolled it over to his bed, “I’m pretty sure I can handle that.”
Kurt just tilted his head and smiled at him, “What do you usually do after Warbler’s practice?”
“Usually keep Wes and David from causing too much mayhem, but whenever they are somewhat calm I come in here and watch a movie.”
Kurt nodded slowly, “A movie sounds wonderful right now, do you have ‘Gypsy?’”
Blaine gave him a look, because asking that question was a form of blasphemy. He just turned around in his seat and went over to his closet. He had modified the walls with Alex’s help to hold shelves from top to bottom on all of the walls. Three of the walls were covered in row after row of DVDs, there was one wall for his comics. He turned on the over head light and went automatically to the Musicals section of his collection and picked out the movie easily.
He went back outside.
“I got it,” he began and trailed off once he looked to the bed to see Kurt lying on his side his arms tucked under Blaine’s pillow his head right on top of them. He looked as though he had bent down to sniff at his pillows and had fallen asleep.
Blaine blushed, because that really couldn’t be what just happened. He set the movie down on the bed side table and grabbed his sheets before covering Kurt.
The boy moved but only to snuggle down some more and sighed.
Blaine didn’t just stand there and watch him no matter what David claimed when they broke into his room a few minutes later.
He glared at him and ushered him and Wes and for some odd reason Thad out of his room before closing the door quietly behind him, “Shh! Are you trying to wake him up?”
“Blaine you do realize that you have the boy you are crushing on in your bed right?” Thad asked in a completely serious tone.
David and Wes just looked at him before ignoring what he just said and turning back to Blaine identical looks of curiosity on their faces.
“Is he the reason you left Warbler’s practice early?” Wes asked crossing his arms across his chest in synchronization with David.
“Of course he’s the reason,” David says. “The question is why is he here?”
They both looked at each other before looking at Blaine again. Blaine leaned back against his door and shrugged. They looked at each other again and Blaine waited it out.
“You think something bad happened?” Wes asked looking concerned for a second.
“It had to be something pretty bad to get him here, I mean he lives two hours away. And he probably skipped school too to get here.” David says speculating.
“Which means that whatever happened, happened in school.” Wes concluded looking excited. They both turned to Blaine and Blaine shoved his hands in his pockets.
“I know as much as you do,” he sighed and rubbed his hands across his face, “He doesn’t want to talk about it right now. We were going to watch a movie but he feel asleep.”
All Blaine wanted was to cheer him up a bit, give him a reason to keep smiling despite whatever it was that had made him sad.
Thad’s phone let out a blip, and he looked at it, “Brittany says that everyone is worried because Kurt wasn’t in Glee practice today.”
Ignoring the fact that Thad and Brittany were on texting terms, Blaine sighed and slumped against the door so that he was looking much more up at the guys than he usually did, “I have no clue how to make him feel better.”
David and Wes opened their mouths probably to say something dirty in synchronization, but Thad beat them to it, “Why don’t you sing him a song?”
They all looked at him in shock because this was the first time one of his ideas did not involve water, or a rubber ducky.
“What?” he asked looking sort of defensive. “Isn’t that what we did for Alex after you yelled at him for chasing away the cute bass player from the band we saw at the club last week?”
David and Wes looked at each other, “That’s actually a really good idea.”
Blaine shook his head and smiled slowly at them, “I think I have the perfect song.”
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It took them about an hour and a half to get it down. Blaine was oddly proud of them, it usually took the Warblers about a week to get everything right. But then again this was only the four of them since Alex had refused to help and half of the Warbler’s usually followed his lead and then Jeff and Chris said they had to study for an upcoming test and couldn’t really afford to miss anymore study time. Apparently their study time had been eaten up by the Madden NFL 11 tournament that they hadn’t invited Blaine to.
So it was just him, Thad, David and Wes.
He made the guys wait in the senior commons, which was empty at this time since most of the seniors lived in the dormitories in a whole separate building and went to go and wake up Kurt.
He entered his room again and closed the door quietly behind him.
Kurt was apparently a restless sleeper, or whatever had happened was giving him nightmares, because the sheet that Blaine had thrown over him was a tangled mess on the edge of the bed.
Blaine walked over carefully to the boy and sighed. He really wished that he didn’t have to wake him up, but at the same time he was excited for the mini performance that they he had set up.
“Kurt,” he said softly gently shaking the sleeping boy.
Kurt jumped up and nearly smacked him in the face. His eyes were wide open, and he was panting harshly.
And before Blaine could say anything, Kurt was scurrying back so fast that he almost fell off the bed.
“Oh my god Blaine! I’m so sorry,” he then launched into a lengthy apology about falling asleep on him, but Blaine wasn’t really paying attention. His gaze was riveted to the exposed skin of Kurt’s shoulder from where his shirt had been pulled to the side while he slept.
Blaine shook his head snapping out of it.
Kurt had stopped to catch his breath and maybe to rant some more, but Blaine had put his hand up, “Wait! I have to show you something, and then after you can say whatever you want.”
Kurt looked at him apprehensively, but slipped his hands into Blaine’s anyway. Blaine just smiled then used his other hand to fix Kurt’s shirt, get rid of the exposure of skin.
He ignored the look Kurt gave him and gently tugged the boy out of his room and into the halls of Dalton.
He reached the senior commons and purposely avoiding the gazes of David, Wes and Thad, he pulled Kurt to the single chair in the middle of the room.
They had pushed the other chairs and couches to the corners of the room in order to have space to do their performance.
Kurt had a hesitant smile on his face, “What is this?”
Blaine squeezed his hand before letting go, “It’s sort of tradition that whenever a Warbler is feeling down, we do an impromptu song and dance number to make them feel better.”
Kurt nodded slowly, “But I’m not a Warbler?”
He phrased it as a question and was looking very confused. Wes waved off the question, “You’re a friend of Blaine.”
Blaine was glad that he had at least learned some tact and had not mentioned that Blaine had a crush on him.
“You’re part of it by default,” David continued while fixing his tie.
Kurt just nodded slowly.
“Okay,” Blaine says clapping his hands together and going over to stand by his team mates.
“Are we ready?”
There were nods and Blaine looked back to Kurt who just gave him a thumbs up. He smiled and gave the countdown.
“1, 2, 3, 4.”
The song was called, “Friends” by The Flight of the Concords, and Blaine found it sort of fitting to be singing it to Kurt.
He watched the boy carefully to the hilarious verses and saw the smile tug at Kurt’s lips until it was a full blown grin.
By the time they did the ’pop and lock together’ move that had them slightly doing the robot, Kurt was laughing.
He almost fell out of his seat when David leaned in and kissed Wes on the cheek when Wes sung “me and Dave forever,” and he turned a bright pink when Blaine winked at him at the end of his verse talking about “very, very friendly men.”
They finished the song wrapping arms around each other and bowing in front of Kurt.
The boy clapped his hands still laughing, and then out of no where he burst into tears.
Blaine looked at the other guys and Thad just gently pushed him forward and he walked until he was where Kurt was.
“Hey,” he whispered.
But Kurt seemed to just shrink into himself. Blaine looked back at his team mates for some sort of clue as to what to do only to see that they were gone. He caught a glimpse of blond Thad hair as the door closed softly sealing Kurt and him in privacy.
Blaine seemed at a lost on what to do. Comforting someone usually came pretty easily to him, but with Kurt the tables seemed to be flipped on their heads and Blaine wasn’t exactly sure how to fix it.
He kneeled down on the floor leaning back on his legs and gently placed his hands on Kurt’s knees, “Hey.”
The boy looked at him his eyes red rimmed and watery, cheeks wet and splotchy, nose red and running, bottom lip trembling. It should look horrible. On anyone else Blaine probably would’ve offered a kerchief before even considering hugging the person, but on Kurt it just looked so pretty.
He looked beautiful and glorious and all Blaine wanted to do was wrap him up in his arms and never let him go.
But he resisted the urge. He just produced the embroidered handkerchief that had tiny B’s and A’s all over the edges and handed it to Kurt.
The boy smiled at him and let out a small laugh before moping at his face.
Blaine waited until he was calmed down enough and was just folding the handkerchief into tiny squares, before asking, “You going to tell me what’s got you so upset?”
Kurt sighed before smiling weakly, “You know, I’ve never had anyone sing like that for me. Finn tried once, or twice, but it wasn’t the same because it wasn’t really for me you know. And for you guys to sing a song about friends and the way friendship should be makes me want that. You know you’re my first real guy friend. It’s not that you’re my only gay guy friend, it’s just that you’re the first guy to ever touch me willingly without the fear that you will catch something by being too near to me. it’s the first time I’ve felt like if I’m not contagious.”
“Kurt,” Blaine said and his heart was breaking. He grabbed Kurt’s hands and resisted the urge to kiss his knuckles. “You’re not contagious or any of those things. If those guys at McKinley can’t treat you like a normal person, it’s because they are ignorant. You are an amazing person to be around. And I don’t know of any other person who can put together an ensemble like you do and at the same time knows how to pull apart and put together a car engine. If those guys don’t want to get to know you. It’s their lost.”
Kurt smiled at him, and squeezed their fingers together, “Thank you.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes until Blaine began to feel as of his legs were going numb. He was about to stand and offer Kurt a latte when the boy spoke.
“He kissed me.”
Blaine felt as if his whole body had frozen at those three words. He didn’t even have to ask who. It was in the way Kurt’s shoulders hunched in and he wouldn’t look Blaine in the eye like if he was ashamed.
“I couldn’t do anything to stop him. I was mad and angry and finally standing up to him, yelling at him for being a Neanderthal and he grabbed me and kissed me.”
He finally looked at Blaine, “And you know what sucks the most about it?”
Blaine just wanted to wrap him up in his arms and never, ever let him go, but he forced his hands to stay still and listened to Kurt.
“I feel so sorry for him,” he continued biting his lip. “I hate what he did, but I know that he’s going through something horrible alone. I’ve known I was gay and tried to hide it. Admittedly my closet might have been transparent, but I know how horrible it feels.”
“What do you want to do?”
Kurt locked eyes with Blaine, and he felt his heart skip a beat. He knew then that he was probably more far gone for this kid than he cared to admit, but he knew that it was going to be impossible to tell Kurt no, not if he kept looking at him like that.
“Can you come with me, and help me try and help him? I would ask someone else to, but there is no one else I trust enough with this.”
He looked so vulnerable and lonely, and Blaine remembered what it was like to have no one there to help. Remembered being alone, and he had friends, but they were only his friends if he acted normal. And they never offered to take him home when his car broke down, and he got jumped on his walk home. He remembered not being able to trust anyone and wishing that there was at least one person that he could go to. One person that would be able to help.
He found that here with Alex and the rest of the Warbler’s but then there wasn’t a threat left.
So he looked at Kurt, who reminded him so much of himself and decided that even though he was close enough to falling for this boy, what he needed right now most of all was a friend. Someone who was there for him no matter what.
He smiled and nodded at Kurt gripping his hands tighter, “Of course I will Kurt.”
Kurt smiled at him, “Thank you Blaine.”
Blaine smiled back and then stood up letting go of his hands. He did a little hopping dance thing to get the blood circulating back in his legs and held his hand out to Kurt, “Latte?”
Kurt slipped his hand into his more easily than he had ever done before, “Sure.”
Blaine just gripped his hand and lead the way to the café.
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Finding himself pushed up against a chain link fence, about to have his ass handed to him by this huge Karofsky fellow the next day was of course to be expected.
Blaine never really did master the art of shutting his mouth, before he put his foot in it. And with Kurt looking at him like that, he couldn’t resist the urge to keep going at it. To at least get a reaction out of him.
He got one too, just not the one he was expecting.
Before he could get another word out Kurt was right there pushing Karofsky back yelling at him. Blaine felt a surge of pride go through him and maybe just a little thrill of lust.
Blaine concentrated himself to dusting off his jacket and saying something that did not involve any of the words that would describe the way those jeans made his ass look or how they made his legs mile long.
He might have mentioned something about Karofsky not getting out of the closet anytime soon, which just caused Kurt to sigh and slump down like if he couldn’t handle this any more. Blaine sat next to him and resisted the urge to pull him against his chest.
Hearing that this was Kurt’s first real kiss, that that punk stole it from him, made him wish he had taken Wes and David’s offer and had brought them with him. The Warbler’s were set to arrive with the art teacher who had offered to come chaperone, in about two hours. Blaine had left before anyone else in his car.
He sighed instead and offered to buy Kurt lunch.
They found themselves in the same café from the last time. The waitress apparently remembered them because she brought them the same coffees with fresh off the grill chicken sandwiches.
Blaine took a bite of his and moaned obscenely. The thing tasted better the second time than it did the first time.
He looked over at Kurt and smiled. The boy blushed and looked away. He smiled and fought down his own blush.
Lunch went more or less well.
By the time they made their way back to the school, Kurt had missed half of his classes and the Warbler’s were there.
It seemed that in no time at all, Blaine had been bundled up between Wes and David and was sitting down in the McKinley auditorium attempting to ignore their mindless chatter.
Alex was sitting right behind him kicking at his chair every few seconds as if to remind him that he was there. Thad was sitting right in front of him turned away from the stage and bouncing a little in his seat, talking a mile a minute about how excited he was to see Brittany again. Jeff and Chris were sitting on either side of their art teacher talking excitedly to him about the latest Young Avengers arc, and Blaine longed to be over there with them.
The rest of the Warblers were just chatting and goofing around.
Then all of the girls of New Directions ran into the auditorium and integrated themselves between the guys. Brittany sat right next to Thad and they began chatting excitedly. Santana took a seat right next to Alec who looked a bit scared at the attention he was receiving. Quinn, Tina, Rachel and Mercedes sat on the other side of Thad right in front of Blaine and waved at him and Wes and David.
Alex kicked the back of Blaine’s seat again mumbling under his breath.
They all quieted down when the director of New Directions came to the front of the stage.
“Well I would like to welcome you all to our special performance, just for you guys to enjoy,” he looked entirely too excited. “Since this week we were doing a boys vs. girls competition to get them pumped for Sectionals, you all will only see the boys performing. So without further ado I give you, The Boys!”
All of the girls began screaming and clapping hands loudly. The curtains raised up showing all six boys with their backs turned. They were all wearing blue shiny blazers with black slacks. They looked all classy. Blaine’s eyes were stuck to Kurt.
He heard the music start up, but he really couldn’t process it. Kurt just looked fabulous. He danced with attitude and looked like if there was nothing at all wrong. He was a true performer. Blaine fell a little bit in love with him then.
He was giving the same amount of energy and passion that Blaine gave everything. It pretty much amazed him that such a group of misfits could complement each other.
Because while Kurt was amazing by himself, all six of them were just incredible.
The jumped off the stage, well Kurt wheeled the wheel chair kid off the side ramp, but the other four guys jumped and went right in front of the Glee girls who had sometime during the performance assembled in the front, and sang directly to them.
It had to be one of the most random and out of place performance he had ever seen. They weren’t even in sync with each other, adding their own little style to every move they made, but some how it worked perfectly for them.
Kurt caught his eye and he winked at him causing the boy to blush and turn around. He smiled and when the song ended he stood up with the rest of the girls and whistled loudly.
There was a bunch of chattering and some mingling and he could see the tick over Rachel’s left eye brow pulse a bit because they were competition, but it didn’t stop her from accepting the complements dolled out by Chris and Jeff.
Blaine just smiled and jumped over the seat and landing right in front of Kurt.
“Nice skills you have there,” Kurt’s eyes were shinning. Blaine could see that Kurt loved performing just as much as he did. It made him feel something stirring in his stomach.
He wondered how it would be like if they performed together.
“You were great out there,” Blaine practically gushed. He could vaguely hear the gagging coming from Alex. He ignored him but decided that they really need to have a conversation later. One that talked about boundaries and the reason why they were exes again.
Kurt blushed looking away, “You really think so?”
Blaine smiled nodding and stuffing his hands in his pockets, “Yeah.”
“But I didn’t even get a solo,” Kurt says looking back at him.
Blaine’s smile soften, “It didn’t matter. You owned that stage.”
Kurt blushed again, and looked at Blaine from under his eye lashes.
Blaine just barely resisted the urge to kiss Kurt before he was hugged by Wes and David and pulled into an impromptu waltz around the front of the stage.
Blaine collapsed in the seat behind him and concealed a grin.
He looked around at the intermingling of the Warblers and New Directions and thinks that maybe he should’ve spied on them sooner.
Author: freiheit_0308
Wordcount: 5704
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Kurt/Blaine eventually
Warning(s): Totally AU with spoilers all the way through all aired episodes
Notes: Took me long enough to get this done, with finals and then Christmas and then New Years and then Blaine just kept going on tangents and not doing what I wanted him to do....
Disclaimer: Not mine at all!!
Summary: When Blaine went to spy on New Directions, he never expected to get caught or meet someone like Kurt Hummel, but these things never go as planned.
Blaine sends the message before he has any time to chicken out about it.
It’s not that he hadn’t already been texting Kurt all night and part of the day. But those conversations didn’t have the significance that this one text message did.
Sure Blaine was maybe, possibly--according to Wes and David and more than half of the Warblers--crushing on the kid, but he felt that what Kurt needed right now wasn’t a boyfriend but a mentor. Someone to be there for him no matter what. Even if he wanted to talk about boys, or his awkward crushes on straight guys, because Blaine had been there.
‘Courage.’
It was a simple word, but it held so much significance. Blaine knew that Kurt was having a hard time and that all he really needed was for someone to have confidence in him. And Blaine had plenty of it. In the short amount of time that they have known each other, Blaine was completely sure of the fact that Kurt was so much braver than him. All Blaine wanted was to give him the confidence he needed to stand up to this bully--this Karofsky fellow.
The word ‘courage’ described all of that to the T.
So all in all, Blaine felt pretty confident in his message.
He smiled and slipped his phone into the inner coat pocket on his Dalton Blazer. He buttoned the topmost button and smoothed the lapels down and smiled at his reflection.
So yeah, he was pretty confident that he had managed to convey the message across rather well.
He slipped out of the bathroom and headed to his Anatomy class. The professor had said something about proving to them that love wasn’t real. That it was all just chemicals in the brain. And Blaine really wanted to argue with him.
It wasn’t until after school that he was in Warbler’s practice which consisted more of a bunch of guys sitting around, eating up the mini-buffet that had been provided by Alex--as per usual--and ignoring the three council members, Randy, Wes, and David--also as per usual--, that Blaine noticed that he never got a text back from Kurt.
To be fair, he had been heartbroken to say the least and kind of sad when his anatomy professor proved him wrong with facts--who did that anymore?--and actual research and had let Wes and David distract him during English with their ridiculous game of charades. So he hadn’t really been thinking too hard about his inspirational message to Kurt.
He was after all a teenage boy, and he got distracted easily.
He pulled out his phone and sent him a message repeating the word.
He then set about to help David bring peace and order to their court when suddenly there was a commotion at the entrance to what was dubbed the Warbler’s commons.
They all looked over as the door opened and there was Thad. There was some eye rolling and the boy just flounced into the room texting madly into his phone. He sat down in between Alex and Jeff and leaned over the latter boy to whisper at Chris, “Did you know that Dolphins are just gay sharks?”
Blaine decided that it was best if they all ignored Thad for the time being.
After that the meeting went like it usually did.
They all shouted and yelled at each other in order to figure out what song they were going to do for Sectionals.
Then Alex stood up and let out a ear piercing whistle and pulled out the Hat of Important Song Decision Making. They all put their ideas into the hat, and then Thad would pull out three different songs. Every Warbler would then pick their favorite song of the three and then give a small performance. The council would decide on the song and the soloist.
The three songs chosen this time were, Your Song by Elton John, Hey, Soul Sister by Train, and, Thinking of You by Katy Perry.
Blaine had put in Your Song by Elton John though he did prefer the Moulin Rogue version much more, and he was pretty sure that Nick had put in the Katy Perry song. He was pretty satisfied with the choices picked out and leaned back in his seat while once again everyone tried to argue with the system.
After fifteen minutes of this bickering, order would be called again only to reiterate the fact that the next meeting was on Saturday night, before their big Halo tournament.
Blaine felt a slight vibration coming from the pocket of his blazer, and he smiled. He pulled out his phone sliding his thumb over the screen to unlock it and the message popped up.
Kurt: I need to talk to you.
Blaine loved the fact that Kurt capitalized and punctuated properly in text messages. It drove him insane when people didn’t do that. He threw a dirty look at Wes and David who usually sent him messages in what seemed like code but was in actuality the latest Texting-Lingo.
You: Sure. I’m still at a Warbler’s Meeting, but it is almost over. I’ll call you right after.
He was about to slip the phone in his pocket and at least pretend that he had not already figured out how this meeting was going to end, and also Alex was giving him a dirty look meaning he knew that he was texting Kurt, which was kind of disturbing, but so like Alex, when the phone vibrated again.
Kurt: No need. I’m in your room.
Blaine raised an eyebrow at that, because it brought forth a whole bunch of interesting scenarios none of them work friendly or Warbler’s Meeting friendly. He was about to text something along those lines--because who could really refuse the temptation when a person just opened the door like that?--when of course the phone vibrated again.
Kurt: The door was open, and I really don’t want to be seen like this. You should also really learn that your dirty clothes go in your hamper and not on the floor around the hamper. Also, your Harry Potter collection is vastly impressive. So is the Star Wars one. You really are a dork aren’t you?
So Kurt was rambling and going through his things. That was really nothing to worry too much about.
Blaine just got up, “I need to be excused.”
He walked calmly to the door and didn’t even wait until it closed behind him to run to his room before Kurt found his comic book collection. He was pretty sure he heard Alex exclaim something, but that really wasn’t important right now.
He got to his room just in time it seemed. Kurt was standing with his back to the door flipping through the book “The Tales of Beedle the Bard.”
Blaine didn’t announce his presence. He instead took his time looking up from Kurt’s bondage boots, to the shorts that left even more skin than the last ones he’d seen him in. There was at least three inches of skin exposed, and it was the fleshy part of the back of his knees that for some odd reason Blaine felt the urge to nibble on. Not to mention that they hugged his every curve like second skin, doing wonderful things for his butt. Then the shirt with the incredible looking sweater that had holes every where.
He was imagining of all the ways he could unwrap Kurt and leave him naked save for that sweater. He wanted to tie him up with that thing. What? Once again he was a teenage boy and only human.
He was also a gentleman so all the dirty thoughts in his head were going to stay there. It seemed that since Wes and David had convinced him that he liked the kid, all he did was think about him. That led to rather interesting dreams that he really was not going into right now, and was…were those tear tracks down his face?
Kurt had turned around and had looked a bit surprised to find him there. He looked like he wanted to say something. Like, maybe give an explanation as to why he was standing there in Blaine’s room not even pretending that he wasn’t looking through his things or not even dressed in a semblance of the Dalton uniform. But Blaine didn’t really care about that. All he cared about was that this boy was standing there looking sad and upset and that would just not do.
He walked in closing the door lightly behind him. Kurt jumped a little bit at that. He approached him carefully like he would a skittish colt, because he was afraid of startling him.
He stood right in front of him about a foot away and tilted his head up a bit , “Hey.”
Kurt gave him a weak smile, and Blaine could see the endless sadness in the multicolored irises, but he was attempting to seem strong.
“I was just,” he began but his voice cracked a bit. He looked at Blaine and then smiled a self depreciating smile and finished, “I was just in the neighborhood and decided to drop in.”
“Kurt,” Blaine said fearing a little bit for his sanity. “You live two hours away.”
Kurt just sort of crumpled like a puppet who’s strings had been cut off. Blaine took one step forward and caught him before he hit the floor.
He wrapped one arm around Blaine’s neck and buried his head in his neck taking deep shaky breaths. Blaine put his hormones in check and ignoring the voice in the back of his head that was telling him to run his hands all over Kurt’s lithe body, he wrapped his arms around Kurt’s waist and pulled him up, “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Kurt exhaled shakily again but didn’t cry. At least Blaine couldn’t feel any wetness against his throat.
After a few minutes of standing and rocking gently, Kurt took a deep breath and pulled away. He was blushing furiously, “Sorry about that.”
Blaine waved it off because it didn’t really matter, “Do you want to talk about it?”
Blaine was almost positive that no one was dying or in danger of dying, but that it had to have been something as equally bad to make him drive the two hours here and then break into Dalton Academy and into Blaine’s room, because Blaine was also positive that he had locked his bedroom door this morning.
It was a precaution he took all the time. It came with the territory of being friends with David and Wes, ex-boyfriend of Alex, somewhat Mentor of Jeff and rival of Nick.
Kurt just gave him a sort of lost look. It was a bit shocking that Kurt was so willing to let his guard down around him so quickly. He doubted that even Mercedes saw him looking like this. So lost and confused and unsure of himself.
Blaine was pretty sure in this moment when Kurt looked into his eyes, his own full of infinite sadness and pain that wasn’t at all being masked anymore, that he could fall in love with Kurt Hummel if he wasn’t careful.
“I don’t think I want to talk right now,” he sighed and sat on the edge of Blaine’s bed. Which Blaine just realized he hadn’t made this morning. It made him wince a little.
He was in a hurry okay, and Wes had turned off his alarm in an absurd retaliation for kicking his butt at Halo 2 last night. So he had been running late.
“Can I just forget about it for a few minutes, maybe a few hours. Then maybe I can talk,” he sighed and slipped his shoes off before lifting his feet on Blaine’s bed wrapping his arms around his knees and resting his head on them.
Blaine just grabbed his desk chair and rolled it over to his bed, “I’m pretty sure I can handle that.”
Kurt just tilted his head and smiled at him, “What do you usually do after Warbler’s practice?”
“Usually keep Wes and David from causing too much mayhem, but whenever they are somewhat calm I come in here and watch a movie.”
Kurt nodded slowly, “A movie sounds wonderful right now, do you have ‘Gypsy?’”
Blaine gave him a look, because asking that question was a form of blasphemy. He just turned around in his seat and went over to his closet. He had modified the walls with Alex’s help to hold shelves from top to bottom on all of the walls. Three of the walls were covered in row after row of DVDs, there was one wall for his comics. He turned on the over head light and went automatically to the Musicals section of his collection and picked out the movie easily.
He went back outside.
“I got it,” he began and trailed off once he looked to the bed to see Kurt lying on his side his arms tucked under Blaine’s pillow his head right on top of them. He looked as though he had bent down to sniff at his pillows and had fallen asleep.
Blaine blushed, because that really couldn’t be what just happened. He set the movie down on the bed side table and grabbed his sheets before covering Kurt.
The boy moved but only to snuggle down some more and sighed.
Blaine didn’t just stand there and watch him no matter what David claimed when they broke into his room a few minutes later.
He glared at him and ushered him and Wes and for some odd reason Thad out of his room before closing the door quietly behind him, “Shh! Are you trying to wake him up?”
“Blaine you do realize that you have the boy you are crushing on in your bed right?” Thad asked in a completely serious tone.
David and Wes just looked at him before ignoring what he just said and turning back to Blaine identical looks of curiosity on their faces.
“Is he the reason you left Warbler’s practice early?” Wes asked crossing his arms across his chest in synchronization with David.
“Of course he’s the reason,” David says. “The question is why is he here?”
They both looked at each other before looking at Blaine again. Blaine leaned back against his door and shrugged. They looked at each other again and Blaine waited it out.
“You think something bad happened?” Wes asked looking concerned for a second.
“It had to be something pretty bad to get him here, I mean he lives two hours away. And he probably skipped school too to get here.” David says speculating.
“Which means that whatever happened, happened in school.” Wes concluded looking excited. They both turned to Blaine and Blaine shoved his hands in his pockets.
“I know as much as you do,” he sighed and rubbed his hands across his face, “He doesn’t want to talk about it right now. We were going to watch a movie but he feel asleep.”
All Blaine wanted was to cheer him up a bit, give him a reason to keep smiling despite whatever it was that had made him sad.
Thad’s phone let out a blip, and he looked at it, “Brittany says that everyone is worried because Kurt wasn’t in Glee practice today.”
Ignoring the fact that Thad and Brittany were on texting terms, Blaine sighed and slumped against the door so that he was looking much more up at the guys than he usually did, “I have no clue how to make him feel better.”
David and Wes opened their mouths probably to say something dirty in synchronization, but Thad beat them to it, “Why don’t you sing him a song?”
They all looked at him in shock because this was the first time one of his ideas did not involve water, or a rubber ducky.
“What?” he asked looking sort of defensive. “Isn’t that what we did for Alex after you yelled at him for chasing away the cute bass player from the band we saw at the club last week?”
David and Wes looked at each other, “That’s actually a really good idea.”
Blaine shook his head and smiled slowly at them, “I think I have the perfect song.”
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It took them about an hour and a half to get it down. Blaine was oddly proud of them, it usually took the Warblers about a week to get everything right. But then again this was only the four of them since Alex had refused to help and half of the Warbler’s usually followed his lead and then Jeff and Chris said they had to study for an upcoming test and couldn’t really afford to miss anymore study time. Apparently their study time had been eaten up by the Madden NFL 11 tournament that they hadn’t invited Blaine to.
So it was just him, Thad, David and Wes.
He made the guys wait in the senior commons, which was empty at this time since most of the seniors lived in the dormitories in a whole separate building and went to go and wake up Kurt.
He entered his room again and closed the door quietly behind him.
Kurt was apparently a restless sleeper, or whatever had happened was giving him nightmares, because the sheet that Blaine had thrown over him was a tangled mess on the edge of the bed.
Blaine walked over carefully to the boy and sighed. He really wished that he didn’t have to wake him up, but at the same time he was excited for the mini performance that they he had set up.
“Kurt,” he said softly gently shaking the sleeping boy.
Kurt jumped up and nearly smacked him in the face. His eyes were wide open, and he was panting harshly.
And before Blaine could say anything, Kurt was scurrying back so fast that he almost fell off the bed.
“Oh my god Blaine! I’m so sorry,” he then launched into a lengthy apology about falling asleep on him, but Blaine wasn’t really paying attention. His gaze was riveted to the exposed skin of Kurt’s shoulder from where his shirt had been pulled to the side while he slept.
Blaine shook his head snapping out of it.
Kurt had stopped to catch his breath and maybe to rant some more, but Blaine had put his hand up, “Wait! I have to show you something, and then after you can say whatever you want.”
Kurt looked at him apprehensively, but slipped his hands into Blaine’s anyway. Blaine just smiled then used his other hand to fix Kurt’s shirt, get rid of the exposure of skin.
He ignored the look Kurt gave him and gently tugged the boy out of his room and into the halls of Dalton.
He reached the senior commons and purposely avoiding the gazes of David, Wes and Thad, he pulled Kurt to the single chair in the middle of the room.
They had pushed the other chairs and couches to the corners of the room in order to have space to do their performance.
Kurt had a hesitant smile on his face, “What is this?”
Blaine squeezed his hand before letting go, “It’s sort of tradition that whenever a Warbler is feeling down, we do an impromptu song and dance number to make them feel better.”
Kurt nodded slowly, “But I’m not a Warbler?”
He phrased it as a question and was looking very confused. Wes waved off the question, “You’re a friend of Blaine.”
Blaine was glad that he had at least learned some tact and had not mentioned that Blaine had a crush on him.
“You’re part of it by default,” David continued while fixing his tie.
Kurt just nodded slowly.
“Okay,” Blaine says clapping his hands together and going over to stand by his team mates.
“Are we ready?”
There were nods and Blaine looked back to Kurt who just gave him a thumbs up. He smiled and gave the countdown.
“1, 2, 3, 4.”
The song was called, “Friends” by The Flight of the Concords, and Blaine found it sort of fitting to be singing it to Kurt.
He watched the boy carefully to the hilarious verses and saw the smile tug at Kurt’s lips until it was a full blown grin.
By the time they did the ’pop and lock together’ move that had them slightly doing the robot, Kurt was laughing.
He almost fell out of his seat when David leaned in and kissed Wes on the cheek when Wes sung “me and Dave forever,” and he turned a bright pink when Blaine winked at him at the end of his verse talking about “very, very friendly men.”
They finished the song wrapping arms around each other and bowing in front of Kurt.
The boy clapped his hands still laughing, and then out of no where he burst into tears.
Blaine looked at the other guys and Thad just gently pushed him forward and he walked until he was where Kurt was.
“Hey,” he whispered.
But Kurt seemed to just shrink into himself. Blaine looked back at his team mates for some sort of clue as to what to do only to see that they were gone. He caught a glimpse of blond Thad hair as the door closed softly sealing Kurt and him in privacy.
Blaine seemed at a lost on what to do. Comforting someone usually came pretty easily to him, but with Kurt the tables seemed to be flipped on their heads and Blaine wasn’t exactly sure how to fix it.
He kneeled down on the floor leaning back on his legs and gently placed his hands on Kurt’s knees, “Hey.”
The boy looked at him his eyes red rimmed and watery, cheeks wet and splotchy, nose red and running, bottom lip trembling. It should look horrible. On anyone else Blaine probably would’ve offered a kerchief before even considering hugging the person, but on Kurt it just looked so pretty.
He looked beautiful and glorious and all Blaine wanted to do was wrap him up in his arms and never let him go.
But he resisted the urge. He just produced the embroidered handkerchief that had tiny B’s and A’s all over the edges and handed it to Kurt.
The boy smiled at him and let out a small laugh before moping at his face.
Blaine waited until he was calmed down enough and was just folding the handkerchief into tiny squares, before asking, “You going to tell me what’s got you so upset?”
Kurt sighed before smiling weakly, “You know, I’ve never had anyone sing like that for me. Finn tried once, or twice, but it wasn’t the same because it wasn’t really for me you know. And for you guys to sing a song about friends and the way friendship should be makes me want that. You know you’re my first real guy friend. It’s not that you’re my only gay guy friend, it’s just that you’re the first guy to ever touch me willingly without the fear that you will catch something by being too near to me. it’s the first time I’ve felt like if I’m not contagious.”
“Kurt,” Blaine said and his heart was breaking. He grabbed Kurt’s hands and resisted the urge to kiss his knuckles. “You’re not contagious or any of those things. If those guys at McKinley can’t treat you like a normal person, it’s because they are ignorant. You are an amazing person to be around. And I don’t know of any other person who can put together an ensemble like you do and at the same time knows how to pull apart and put together a car engine. If those guys don’t want to get to know you. It’s their lost.”
Kurt smiled at him, and squeezed their fingers together, “Thank you.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes until Blaine began to feel as of his legs were going numb. He was about to stand and offer Kurt a latte when the boy spoke.
“He kissed me.”
Blaine felt as if his whole body had frozen at those three words. He didn’t even have to ask who. It was in the way Kurt’s shoulders hunched in and he wouldn’t look Blaine in the eye like if he was ashamed.
“I couldn’t do anything to stop him. I was mad and angry and finally standing up to him, yelling at him for being a Neanderthal and he grabbed me and kissed me.”
He finally looked at Blaine, “And you know what sucks the most about it?”
Blaine just wanted to wrap him up in his arms and never, ever let him go, but he forced his hands to stay still and listened to Kurt.
“I feel so sorry for him,” he continued biting his lip. “I hate what he did, but I know that he’s going through something horrible alone. I’ve known I was gay and tried to hide it. Admittedly my closet might have been transparent, but I know how horrible it feels.”
“What do you want to do?”
Kurt locked eyes with Blaine, and he felt his heart skip a beat. He knew then that he was probably more far gone for this kid than he cared to admit, but he knew that it was going to be impossible to tell Kurt no, not if he kept looking at him like that.
“Can you come with me, and help me try and help him? I would ask someone else to, but there is no one else I trust enough with this.”
He looked so vulnerable and lonely, and Blaine remembered what it was like to have no one there to help. Remembered being alone, and he had friends, but they were only his friends if he acted normal. And they never offered to take him home when his car broke down, and he got jumped on his walk home. He remembered not being able to trust anyone and wishing that there was at least one person that he could go to. One person that would be able to help.
He found that here with Alex and the rest of the Warbler’s but then there wasn’t a threat left.
So he looked at Kurt, who reminded him so much of himself and decided that even though he was close enough to falling for this boy, what he needed right now most of all was a friend. Someone who was there for him no matter what.
He smiled and nodded at Kurt gripping his hands tighter, “Of course I will Kurt.”
Kurt smiled at him, “Thank you Blaine.”
Blaine smiled back and then stood up letting go of his hands. He did a little hopping dance thing to get the blood circulating back in his legs and held his hand out to Kurt, “Latte?”
Kurt slipped his hand into his more easily than he had ever done before, “Sure.”
Blaine just gripped his hand and lead the way to the café.
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Finding himself pushed up against a chain link fence, about to have his ass handed to him by this huge Karofsky fellow the next day was of course to be expected.
Blaine never really did master the art of shutting his mouth, before he put his foot in it. And with Kurt looking at him like that, he couldn’t resist the urge to keep going at it. To at least get a reaction out of him.
He got one too, just not the one he was expecting.
Before he could get another word out Kurt was right there pushing Karofsky back yelling at him. Blaine felt a surge of pride go through him and maybe just a little thrill of lust.
Blaine concentrated himself to dusting off his jacket and saying something that did not involve any of the words that would describe the way those jeans made his ass look or how they made his legs mile long.
He might have mentioned something about Karofsky not getting out of the closet anytime soon, which just caused Kurt to sigh and slump down like if he couldn’t handle this any more. Blaine sat next to him and resisted the urge to pull him against his chest.
Hearing that this was Kurt’s first real kiss, that that punk stole it from him, made him wish he had taken Wes and David’s offer and had brought them with him. The Warbler’s were set to arrive with the art teacher who had offered to come chaperone, in about two hours. Blaine had left before anyone else in his car.
He sighed instead and offered to buy Kurt lunch.
They found themselves in the same café from the last time. The waitress apparently remembered them because she brought them the same coffees with fresh off the grill chicken sandwiches.
Blaine took a bite of his and moaned obscenely. The thing tasted better the second time than it did the first time.
He looked over at Kurt and smiled. The boy blushed and looked away. He smiled and fought down his own blush.
Lunch went more or less well.
By the time they made their way back to the school, Kurt had missed half of his classes and the Warbler’s were there.
It seemed that in no time at all, Blaine had been bundled up between Wes and David and was sitting down in the McKinley auditorium attempting to ignore their mindless chatter.
Alex was sitting right behind him kicking at his chair every few seconds as if to remind him that he was there. Thad was sitting right in front of him turned away from the stage and bouncing a little in his seat, talking a mile a minute about how excited he was to see Brittany again. Jeff and Chris were sitting on either side of their art teacher talking excitedly to him about the latest Young Avengers arc, and Blaine longed to be over there with them.
The rest of the Warblers were just chatting and goofing around.
Then all of the girls of New Directions ran into the auditorium and integrated themselves between the guys. Brittany sat right next to Thad and they began chatting excitedly. Santana took a seat right next to Alec who looked a bit scared at the attention he was receiving. Quinn, Tina, Rachel and Mercedes sat on the other side of Thad right in front of Blaine and waved at him and Wes and David.
Alex kicked the back of Blaine’s seat again mumbling under his breath.
They all quieted down when the director of New Directions came to the front of the stage.
“Well I would like to welcome you all to our special performance, just for you guys to enjoy,” he looked entirely too excited. “Since this week we were doing a boys vs. girls competition to get them pumped for Sectionals, you all will only see the boys performing. So without further ado I give you, The Boys!”
All of the girls began screaming and clapping hands loudly. The curtains raised up showing all six boys with their backs turned. They were all wearing blue shiny blazers with black slacks. They looked all classy. Blaine’s eyes were stuck to Kurt.
He heard the music start up, but he really couldn’t process it. Kurt just looked fabulous. He danced with attitude and looked like if there was nothing at all wrong. He was a true performer. Blaine fell a little bit in love with him then.
He was giving the same amount of energy and passion that Blaine gave everything. It pretty much amazed him that such a group of misfits could complement each other.
Because while Kurt was amazing by himself, all six of them were just incredible.
The jumped off the stage, well Kurt wheeled the wheel chair kid off the side ramp, but the other four guys jumped and went right in front of the Glee girls who had sometime during the performance assembled in the front, and sang directly to them.
It had to be one of the most random and out of place performance he had ever seen. They weren’t even in sync with each other, adding their own little style to every move they made, but some how it worked perfectly for them.
Kurt caught his eye and he winked at him causing the boy to blush and turn around. He smiled and when the song ended he stood up with the rest of the girls and whistled loudly.
There was a bunch of chattering and some mingling and he could see the tick over Rachel’s left eye brow pulse a bit because they were competition, but it didn’t stop her from accepting the complements dolled out by Chris and Jeff.
Blaine just smiled and jumped over the seat and landing right in front of Kurt.
“Nice skills you have there,” Kurt’s eyes were shinning. Blaine could see that Kurt loved performing just as much as he did. It made him feel something stirring in his stomach.
He wondered how it would be like if they performed together.
“You were great out there,” Blaine practically gushed. He could vaguely hear the gagging coming from Alex. He ignored him but decided that they really need to have a conversation later. One that talked about boundaries and the reason why they were exes again.
Kurt blushed looking away, “You really think so?”
Blaine smiled nodding and stuffing his hands in his pockets, “Yeah.”
“But I didn’t even get a solo,” Kurt says looking back at him.
Blaine’s smile soften, “It didn’t matter. You owned that stage.”
Kurt blushed again, and looked at Blaine from under his eye lashes.
Blaine just barely resisted the urge to kiss Kurt before he was hugged by Wes and David and pulled into an impromptu waltz around the front of the stage.
Blaine collapsed in the seat behind him and concealed a grin.
He looked around at the intermingling of the Warblers and New Directions and thinks that maybe he should’ve spied on them sooner.