Voice, a Klaine AU Friday fic, (2/?)
Title: Voice
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: Um, couting everything?
Word Count: 2,529
Summary: A Little Mermaid modern adaptation for Klaine AU Friday: Fairytale!Klaine. Kurt Hummel had been swimming ever since he was born. Of course, being one of Burt Hummel’s, of Hummel Swim Gym, prodigy children, it was kind of expected of him. But Kurt definitely did not want to be what anybody expected.
Previous Chapters:
LJ: 1
Tumblr: 1
A/N: Oh My, this took me so long! It's so far off Fairytale AU Friday, but I hope you'll keep reading it nonetheless. I thought I'd be able to finish it last week by the weekend, but no. So much has happened. My grandpa is in the hospital and it was pretty bad and I was really shook up, but I think he's getting better now. If you can send him some positive energy, it'd be great. Anyways, this was much more fun to write than the last chapter, I don't know why. I think I've gotten into the story now. Hopefully will uptade soon. Hope you like it! xx
Chapter 2
Kurt was playing and not singing a complicated version of “Poses” by Rufus Wainwright - he’d secretly gotten the sheet music for that album at Between the Sheets yesterday and stored it under the floorboard; for some reason he hadn’t been able to sleep last night and at 5am he rode his bike as fast as he could to Puck’s, not even bothering to indulge his father and going to practice - when he heard a voice speak over the song.
“Hey, Mohawk. Heard the music, followed it and ended up here. What’s up with that?”
Kurt froze and missed the notes, but recovered quickly and kept on playing so no one would be suspicious of the way his hands were shaking and his heart was beating so fast it was probably about to come out of him. It’s him. He’s here. Close.
Puck answered him but not as loudly so Kurt could only make out “Hummel” and “nowhere to play” and “he’s cool, though”.
Busy trying to piece together what the ex-delinquent had said about him, when Kurt finished the song Blaine was already saying goodbye and he’d missed the rest of the conversation.
“I really hope you’ll come!”
“I’ll think about it, Blanderson”
A few seconds later Puck came in, saw Kurt’s stoic, distant expression and waved a hand in front of his face.
“Dude?”
Kurt shook himself awake and gave his attention to the other man.
“Why did you even come so early? You’re lucky I was already awake when you came, or else you’d be at the bottom of the Lake by now. But you can use my cot if you want, you’re sleepwalking”
“I’m not tired” If anything, he’d never felt more awake.
“Ok, then” and then “So, Blaine Anderson came to see what the noise was about”
Kurt tried to keep his face neutral “So?”
“I told him about you and he said you’re very good and that we should all jam together sometimes” Puck said casually “He also invited me to his birthday party. Tomorrow night” that part was said expectantly.
There was something about the boy’s tone that made Kurt uneasy “So?” he asked again childishly.
“He said I could bring friends, if I wanted”
“That’s nice” he didn’t understand where Puck was getting at. He didn’t want to know about Blaine Anderson and his incredible life and how unfair it was that he’d never be a part of it, even if he did want to jam with him and it made Kurt dizzy just thinking about.
“Yeah, man. So, you’re coming, right?”
Kurt, who’d been playing with the sleeves of his cardigan, raised his head to look at Puck, surprised.
“Me?”
The other boy look conspicuous “Yeah, who else”
“I didn’t realize we were friends”
Puck seemed almost bashful “We are. Get used to it” and after a beat “Are you coming or not? It’s on a boat, one of the big ones with lots of rooms”
Kurt’s skin tingled. He couldn’t possibly go. He didn’t have anything to wear, or anything to say and he was afraid the second he even looked at Blaine up close he would either a) throw up all over him or b) jump off the ship in a spiraling social awkwardness panic attack.
But not going, not taking the chance to be close to that voice also made his stomach churn. He was at a loss. His mind was reeling with every thought possible. Still overanalyzing the situation, Kurt managed to respond with an “I’ll think about it”, turned to play “Grey Gardens” and that was that. Thankfully Puck didn’t question him and returned to the front desk.
Kurt spent almost the entire day unable to concentrate on learning the new songs and playing with shaking hands. At 1pm he gave up and decided to join Puck and a recently arrived Rory in cleaning the boats and untangling fishing nets, but it didn’t help him all that much in distracting him from the dissection of the outcomes of him going to the party.
At 2pm his fate was decided for him, as if a sign from above. Blaine started playing and Kurt was so wrapped up in his own mind he’d forgotten about the daily gig. Nonetheless he sang along quietly, past the startle, as he worked and it was the most calm he’d been since the worrisome invitation.
The boy opened his set, as usual, with Maroon 5’s “Misery” and followed to an acoustic playfully slowed down version of Katy Perry’s “Last Friday Night” which always made Kurt smile because there’s such a thing as too much Katy Perry, Blaine and because that’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard, though and in the midst of his usual imaginary conversation with the boy, Kurt missed the end of the song and was surprised when he faintly heard Blaine’s voice say:
“I’m gonna play something a little different today, it’s not what you’re used to hearing from me, but I’m inspired and decided to go with my gut. If it’s too painful I’ll go back to the top 40 immediately”
Kurt couldn’t hear the noises from the restaurant, because there weren’t any microphones for them, but he knew the clients were laughing and smiling as the raven haired boy charmed the pants off the place.
Still musing about it with a smile on his face and simultaneously getting frustrated at a piece of net that wouldn’t untangle, Kurt knees almost gave out when he heard the first chords of a familiar song.
I tried to do all that I can, but the churches have run out of candles…
Once again and not for the last time, Blaine Anderson managed to make Kurt’s heart stop. It was Rufus Wainwright. The same Rufus Wainwright Kurt had been playing the entire morning. The same Rufus Wainwright Blaine had heard him play.
Is this because of me? Because he heard me? Did I inspire him, like I dreamed I would someday, like he inspired me?
He had to sit down - no, lie down - on the sand. He closed his eyes and just listened. Listened as the chords resonated throughout the Lake. As Blaine’s voice softly caressed his ears and his mind without even knowing. He closed his eyes.
It's always just that little bit more that doesn't get you what you're looking for, but gets you where you need to go…
His skin tingled and his body was alive, but his mind was pleasantly blank. The sweet voice was lulling him to sleep and the last thought that went through his brain before the warm darkness, just as the last notes rang, was: I’m going.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: Um, couting everything?
Word Count: 2,529
Summary: A Little Mermaid modern adaptation for Klaine AU Friday: Fairytale!Klaine. Kurt Hummel had been swimming ever since he was born. Of course, being one of Burt Hummel’s, of Hummel Swim Gym, prodigy children, it was kind of expected of him. But Kurt definitely did not want to be what anybody expected.
Previous Chapters:
LJ: 1
Tumblr: 1
A/N: Oh My, this took me so long! It's so far off Fairytale AU Friday, but I hope you'll keep reading it nonetheless. I thought I'd be able to finish it last week by the weekend, but no. So much has happened. My grandpa is in the hospital and it was pretty bad and I was really shook up, but I think he's getting better now. If you can send him some positive energy, it'd be great. Anyways, this was much more fun to write than the last chapter, I don't know why. I think I've gotten into the story now. Hopefully will uptade soon. Hope you like it! xx
Chapter 2
Kurt was playing and not singing a complicated version of “Poses” by Rufus Wainwright - he’d secretly gotten the sheet music for that album at Between the Sheets yesterday and stored it under the floorboard; for some reason he hadn’t been able to sleep last night and at 5am he rode his bike as fast as he could to Puck’s, not even bothering to indulge his father and going to practice - when he heard a voice speak over the song.
“Hey, Mohawk. Heard the music, followed it and ended up here. What’s up with that?”
Kurt froze and missed the notes, but recovered quickly and kept on playing so no one would be suspicious of the way his hands were shaking and his heart was beating so fast it was probably about to come out of him. It’s him. He’s here. Close.
Puck answered him but not as loudly so Kurt could only make out “Hummel” and “nowhere to play” and “he’s cool, though”.
Busy trying to piece together what the ex-delinquent had said about him, when Kurt finished the song Blaine was already saying goodbye and he’d missed the rest of the conversation.
“I really hope you’ll come!”
“I’ll think about it, Blanderson”
A few seconds later Puck came in, saw Kurt’s stoic, distant expression and waved a hand in front of his face.
“Dude?”
Kurt shook himself awake and gave his attention to the other man.
“Why did you even come so early? You’re lucky I was already awake when you came, or else you’d be at the bottom of the Lake by now. But you can use my cot if you want, you’re sleepwalking”
“I’m not tired” If anything, he’d never felt more awake.
“Ok, then” and then “So, Blaine Anderson came to see what the noise was about”
Kurt tried to keep his face neutral “So?”
“I told him about you and he said you’re very good and that we should all jam together sometimes” Puck said casually “He also invited me to his birthday party. Tomorrow night” that part was said expectantly.
There was something about the boy’s tone that made Kurt uneasy “So?” he asked again childishly.
“He said I could bring friends, if I wanted”
“That’s nice” he didn’t understand where Puck was getting at. He didn’t want to know about Blaine Anderson and his incredible life and how unfair it was that he’d never be a part of it, even if he did want to jam with him and it made Kurt dizzy just thinking about.
“Yeah, man. So, you’re coming, right?”
Kurt, who’d been playing with the sleeves of his cardigan, raised his head to look at Puck, surprised.
“Me?”
The other boy look conspicuous “Yeah, who else”
“I didn’t realize we were friends”
Puck seemed almost bashful “We are. Get used to it” and after a beat “Are you coming or not? It’s on a boat, one of the big ones with lots of rooms”
Kurt’s skin tingled. He couldn’t possibly go. He didn’t have anything to wear, or anything to say and he was afraid the second he even looked at Blaine up close he would either a) throw up all over him or b) jump off the ship in a spiraling social awkwardness panic attack.
But not going, not taking the chance to be close to that voice also made his stomach churn. He was at a loss. His mind was reeling with every thought possible. Still overanalyzing the situation, Kurt managed to respond with an “I’ll think about it”, turned to play “Grey Gardens” and that was that. Thankfully Puck didn’t question him and returned to the front desk.
Kurt spent almost the entire day unable to concentrate on learning the new songs and playing with shaking hands. At 1pm he gave up and decided to join Puck and a recently arrived Rory in cleaning the boats and untangling fishing nets, but it didn’t help him all that much in distracting him from the dissection of the outcomes of him going to the party.
At 2pm his fate was decided for him, as if a sign from above. Blaine started playing and Kurt was so wrapped up in his own mind he’d forgotten about the daily gig. Nonetheless he sang along quietly, past the startle, as he worked and it was the most calm he’d been since the worrisome invitation.
The boy opened his set, as usual, with Maroon 5’s “Misery” and followed to an acoustic playfully slowed down version of Katy Perry’s “Last Friday Night” which always made Kurt smile because there’s such a thing as too much Katy Perry, Blaine and because that’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard, though and in the midst of his usual imaginary conversation with the boy, Kurt missed the end of the song and was surprised when he faintly heard Blaine’s voice say:
“I’m gonna play something a little different today, it’s not what you’re used to hearing from me, but I’m inspired and decided to go with my gut. If it’s too painful I’ll go back to the top 40 immediately”
Kurt couldn’t hear the noises from the restaurant, because there weren’t any microphones for them, but he knew the clients were laughing and smiling as the raven haired boy charmed the pants off the place.
Still musing about it with a smile on his face and simultaneously getting frustrated at a piece of net that wouldn’t untangle, Kurt knees almost gave out when he heard the first chords of a familiar song.
I tried to do all that I can, but the churches have run out of candles…
Once again and not for the last time, Blaine Anderson managed to make Kurt’s heart stop. It was Rufus Wainwright. The same Rufus Wainwright Kurt had been playing the entire morning. The same Rufus Wainwright Blaine had heard him play.
Is this because of me? Because he heard me? Did I inspire him, like I dreamed I would someday, like he inspired me?
He had to sit down - no, lie down - on the sand. He closed his eyes and just listened. Listened as the chords resonated throughout the Lake. As Blaine’s voice softly caressed his ears and his mind without even knowing. He closed his eyes.
It's always just that little bit more that doesn't get you what you're looking for, but gets you where you need to go…
His skin tingled and his body was alive, but his mind was pleasantly blank. The sweet voice was lulling him to sleep and the last thought that went through his brain before the warm darkness, just as the last notes rang, was: I’m going.