Glee Fic: Half-Crush (Klaine)
Title: Half-Crush
Rating: PG
Fandom/Pairing: Glee [Kurt/Blaine]
Word count: 650-ish
Warnings: Spoilers through 2x16, Original Song
Disclaimer: Glee and associated characters are not mine and I am getting nothing from this other than a little smile picturing this in my head.
Summary: Their first trip to the coffee house after Regionals.
Notes: So, as great as Original Song and THE KISS was, I felt like Blaine's lines were a little too cheesy to be sincere so I thought I'd take a hand at rectifying that.
It wasn’t like anything changed really. They were sitting at the coffee shop, where they had ordered for each other like usual, talking about the Warblers and the latest pop song and classical musicals just like they always did.
Only this time one of Blaine hands was over Kurt’s. This time Kurt didn’t try so hard to keep from staring adoringly at the boy across from him. And this time Kurt knew how great Blain’s lips felt so he wasn’t forced to imagine. He still did though.
“So, just to be sure,” Kurt said, “Now, are… I mean we’re…”
“We’re?” Blaine smiled teasingly.
“We are together right?” He felt so embarrassed but after the first accidental assumption, he wasn’t going to make another one.
“I’m for it if you are.” He linked his fingers with the other boys.
“I am. Good then.” Kurt adjusted his clothes slightly and let a smile creep onto his face. “Well can I ask you a quick question then?”
“Of course.”
“Why do you like me now when before you just wanted to be friends? What changed?”
Blaine put his other hand on Kurt’s. “Kurt, I’ve always liked you. We’re When Harry Met Sally remember?”
“I just thought you just said that to make me feel better.”
“No, I never kid about Billy Crystal movies. I’ve liked you since the moment I met you. You’re gorgeous, plain and simple. But then you became my friend, my best friend. I’ve had silly half crushes that fade away in weeks and I didn’t want that to ruin our friendship. You remember when I sang that song for the guy at the Gap?”
“Oh, that little thing? I hardly remember.” Kurt rolled his eyes as he smoothed his hair out of his face.
“Well as strange as that may seem I did that because of you.”
“What? When did I ever give the impression that I wanted you to make huge romantic gestures to other guys?”
“You’re always walking around with your head high and this essence that you can do whatever you want and have anything you want and you don’t care what other people may think. I wanted to try and be like that, like you.”
“But Blaine that’s crazy. You’re the best and everyone knows it. In case you didn’t notice everyone at Dalton worships you.”
“Yeah but that’s just because they’re all sheltered rich kids. I may be a rock star at school but you’re one everywhere. You act like nothing touches you. But then there are times, like when we first met and when Pavarotti died, where I see that it does; that you are such a truly caring person. Maybe it’s because my mom’s a lawyer and my dad’s an account. I’m either surrounded by jerks or really reasonable people, or fairly reasonable jerks; you’re such a breath of fresh air compared to the two dimensional plane they call private school and the torture chamber they call public. I can’t really explain it but you telling me off for being handed all the solos on a silver platter, and then how seeing how much you cared for Pavarotti, God Kurt I don’t think you realize how different those two sides of you are. And as you sang that song all those parts of you that I had been looking at separately just came together and I saw how incredible you were on the inside, and how what I was feeling for you was not some silly half crush.”
Kurt couldn’t even try to act like that hadn’t melted his heart.
“Gosh Blaine,” he blushed, “you could’ve just said I have a terrific voice.”
Blaine chuckled and brought Kurt’s hand up to his lips. “Well that too.”