Secrets of the Heart - Chapter 3
Author: Marc
Title: Secrets of the Heart - Chapter 3
Pairings: Quinn/Brittany, Blaine/Sam (maybe a little Kurt/Blaine, Brittany/Santana etc. later)
Other characters: New Directions
Warnings: May include sexual scenes/references
Disclaimer: Glee characters belong to glee writers, I do not own them.
Summary: When Quinn, Brittany and Sam are put in a group in Glee Club, they turn to Blaine for advice, with less than expected results.
(NOTE: This chapter DOES contain a little Brittany/Santana and Blaine/Kurt)
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Blaine sat at the end of his bed, dreaming of those emerald green eyes.
"Blaine, this is serious!" Kurt groaned, waving his arm in front of the other boy's absent face.
"Wha- Kurt?" Blaine gasped, snapping out of his daydream.
"Hello!? Mega fashion train-crash!" Kurt whined, pulling at Blaine's baggy khaki shirt.
Blaine sighed and stumbled to his wardrobe. His uniform was hung up neatly at one end of the rail along with a few spare white shirts, black trousers, followed by jeans arranged in size, polo shirts arranged in colour and a few hoodies, also arranged in colour.
"I told you, if you wanted to be my boyfriend, you need to learn a little bit about fashion!" Kurt scolded, pulling out a plain yellow shirt and a striped blue hoodie. "See how the two shades of blue in the hoodie match the yellow?"
"I don't care, Kurt." Blaine snapped. "I think I look fine how I am, and I don't need someone picking out what I wear every single da-" Blaine stopped himself and looked Kurt in the eye. "I'm sorry, Kurt. I've just had a lot on my mind."
Shocked at Blaine's sudden outburst, Kurt felt his eyes well up with tears. "I'm sorry. I'll go. I was going to meet Mercedes anyway."
"Kurt, Stop!" Blaine yelled, feeling his own eyes welling up. He reached for Kurt's arm, but Kurt just turned and gave him the 'Don't touch me or I'll murder you. Slowly' look. As Kurt slammed the door, Blaine collapsed in a heap, squeezing the closest picture of him and Kurt that he could find. It was taken last Christmas at Dalton. It had snowed suddenly, and all the students had been let off classes to get back to the campus apartments. Once the snow had finished, the whole school had a massive snowball fight and Kurt took a picture of the two of them, wrapped in scarves and red nosed. That day seemed so long ago.
As the memory faded, Blaine picked himself up and reached for his mobile.
Sam, it's me, can we talk?
~Blaine
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"Oh my....."
Quinn had just stepped into Brittany's room to rehearse a song with her, but was met with the sight of Brittany and Santana half naked and making out.
"Oh, hi Quinn" Brittany smiled innocently.
"Quinn" Santana sighed, unamused.
"Your mum let me in, Britt, we're supposed to be rehearsing...?" Quinn stuttered, still gob-smacked.
Santana sighed. "Well, Britt's busy."
"I can see that" Quinn mumbled, not leaving the room.
"Fine, i'm going" Santana moaned after a long while, "But tell ANYONE about this, and I will hunt you down"
Quinn stepped aside as Santana stomped out of the room, still buttoning up her black cardigan.
"So, what are we rehearsing?" Brittany smiled, still half undressed.
"Nothing until you're appropriately dressed" Quinn sighed, but could feel a silly smirk beginning to creep across her face.
"Fine, but only because Lord Tubbington might walk in on us" Brittany winked, making Quinn laugh out loud.
Quinn couldn't help it, but whenever she was around Brittany, she couldn't stop laughing. She hadn't felt like this since... Finn.
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What's up, Blaine?
~Sam
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Sam put his phone down and returned to playing an online computer game. There were zombies and vampires darting across the screen and Sam was desperately trying to shoot them. It was completely epic.
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Sam, I really need to talk
to someone, I've fallen out
with Kurt and I think he's
going to dump me.....
~Blaine
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Once Sam had beaten Puck's record (Yes, it had taken 3 months, but that doesn't matter) he logged himself onto a revision website. The only reason Sam visited these revision websites was to look at the advertisement banners, though. Sometimes you have to shoot the iPhone, sometimes it lists all the new computer games, and sometimes, it even displayed explicit images.
Most advertisement, though, was offering life insurance, not Sam's cup of tea, until he came across a music store's advertisement. It was jam packed with bizarre and wonderful instruments. Flutes, guitars, drums, steel pans, ukuleles, even wind chimes. surveying the poster, a bright yellow ukulele caught his eye. Jackpot.
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Sam, did you get my message?
~Blaine
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Sam wasn't the coolest kid at school, and he understood that to be cool, you have to be unique. Well, having an unusual instrument in an unusual colour is unique, right? Sam wanted to be cool so badly.
Sam ordered it. His family didn't know about the little money he had saved on his card for emergencies, and this was surely an emergency.
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1 Missed Call
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Sam looked at the time. 3pm.
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5 Missed Calls
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Sam finally looked at his phone, which he'd thrown on his bed. 9 Missed Calls, 13 texts and 4 voice mails. All from Blaine. Sam cursed as he remembered that he'd been talking to Blaine before getting caught up in computer games and ukuleles.
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Really sorry, Blaine, I
lost my phone, sounds
bad between you and
Kurt, come round mine.
~Sam
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Seconds after sending the text, Blaine knocked on the door.
Sam was about to question Blaine, when the dark haired boy spoke. "I thought something had happened to you when you didn't reply, so I came over. Erm..." Blaine broke down into tears.
"Come in," Sam encouraged him, swinging an arm over Blaine's shoulder and guiding him to the closest chair. "Want to talk about it?"
"No" Blaine sobbed before reaching out and hugging Sam as tightly as he could.
"Blaine, why did you text me? You get on better with Quinn or Puck more than you do me... Surely you'd be more comfortable talking to them?" Sam questioned, still holding Blaine close and stroking his dark hair.
"I- I can't go back to Dalton, Sam, i'm petrified!" Blaine whimpered, obviously not hearing Sam's question.
"Ok, erm, but don't you live on the campus there?" Sam asked, pulling out of the hug, but still holding Blaine by his shoulders.
"Yes, but that place, It's-" Blaine was overpowered with tears once again.
The blonde boy smiled. "I guess you can stay here a few nights. The rest of the family are visiting my grandparents this weekend, so there'll be a little room."
Blaine smiled through the mask of tears. "Thank you" he stuttered before leaning into an embrace again.
Notes:
1) Sorry this chapter took so long, I've been ill over the last week, so I haven't been able to do much at all :(
2) When i first posted this, it only saved half of it, and I apologize for that, and it's sorted now :)
3) The next chapter might be slow as well, my GCSE exams begin tomorrow, so they're my main priority, but i'll try and get one or two chapters up over the week.
~Marc
Title: Secrets of the Heart - Chapter 3
Pairings: Quinn/Brittany, Blaine/Sam (maybe a little Kurt/Blaine, Brittany/Santana etc. later)
Other characters: New Directions
Warnings: May include sexual scenes/references
Disclaimer: Glee characters belong to glee writers, I do not own them.
Summary: When Quinn, Brittany and Sam are put in a group in Glee Club, they turn to Blaine for advice, with less than expected results.
(NOTE: This chapter DOES contain a little Brittany/Santana and Blaine/Kurt)
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--------------------
Blaine sat at the end of his bed, dreaming of those emerald green eyes.
"Blaine, this is serious!" Kurt groaned, waving his arm in front of the other boy's absent face.
"Wha- Kurt?" Blaine gasped, snapping out of his daydream.
"Hello!? Mega fashion train-crash!" Kurt whined, pulling at Blaine's baggy khaki shirt.
Blaine sighed and stumbled to his wardrobe. His uniform was hung up neatly at one end of the rail along with a few spare white shirts, black trousers, followed by jeans arranged in size, polo shirts arranged in colour and a few hoodies, also arranged in colour.
"I told you, if you wanted to be my boyfriend, you need to learn a little bit about fashion!" Kurt scolded, pulling out a plain yellow shirt and a striped blue hoodie. "See how the two shades of blue in the hoodie match the yellow?"
"I don't care, Kurt." Blaine snapped. "I think I look fine how I am, and I don't need someone picking out what I wear every single da-" Blaine stopped himself and looked Kurt in the eye. "I'm sorry, Kurt. I've just had a lot on my mind."
Shocked at Blaine's sudden outburst, Kurt felt his eyes well up with tears. "I'm sorry. I'll go. I was going to meet Mercedes anyway."
"Kurt, Stop!" Blaine yelled, feeling his own eyes welling up. He reached for Kurt's arm, but Kurt just turned and gave him the 'Don't touch me or I'll murder you. Slowly' look. As Kurt slammed the door, Blaine collapsed in a heap, squeezing the closest picture of him and Kurt that he could find. It was taken last Christmas at Dalton. It had snowed suddenly, and all the students had been let off classes to get back to the campus apartments. Once the snow had finished, the whole school had a massive snowball fight and Kurt took a picture of the two of them, wrapped in scarves and red nosed. That day seemed so long ago.
As the memory faded, Blaine picked himself up and reached for his mobile.
Sam, it's me, can we talk?
~Blaine
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"Oh my....."
Quinn had just stepped into Brittany's room to rehearse a song with her, but was met with the sight of Brittany and Santana half naked and making out.
"Oh, hi Quinn" Brittany smiled innocently.
"Quinn" Santana sighed, unamused.
"Your mum let me in, Britt, we're supposed to be rehearsing...?" Quinn stuttered, still gob-smacked.
Santana sighed. "Well, Britt's busy."
"I can see that" Quinn mumbled, not leaving the room.
"Fine, i'm going" Santana moaned after a long while, "But tell ANYONE about this, and I will hunt you down"
Quinn stepped aside as Santana stomped out of the room, still buttoning up her black cardigan.
"So, what are we rehearsing?" Brittany smiled, still half undressed.
"Nothing until you're appropriately dressed" Quinn sighed, but could feel a silly smirk beginning to creep across her face.
"Fine, but only because Lord Tubbington might walk in on us" Brittany winked, making Quinn laugh out loud.
Quinn couldn't help it, but whenever she was around Brittany, she couldn't stop laughing. She hadn't felt like this since... Finn.
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What's up, Blaine?
~Sam
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Sam put his phone down and returned to playing an online computer game. There were zombies and vampires darting across the screen and Sam was desperately trying to shoot them. It was completely epic.
-
Sam, I really need to talk
to someone, I've fallen out
with Kurt and I think he's
going to dump me.....
~Blaine
-
Once Sam had beaten Puck's record (Yes, it had taken 3 months, but that doesn't matter) he logged himself onto a revision website. The only reason Sam visited these revision websites was to look at the advertisement banners, though. Sometimes you have to shoot the iPhone, sometimes it lists all the new computer games, and sometimes, it even displayed explicit images.
Most advertisement, though, was offering life insurance, not Sam's cup of tea, until he came across a music store's advertisement. It was jam packed with bizarre and wonderful instruments. Flutes, guitars, drums, steel pans, ukuleles, even wind chimes. surveying the poster, a bright yellow ukulele caught his eye. Jackpot.
-
Sam, did you get my message?
~Blaine
-
Sam wasn't the coolest kid at school, and he understood that to be cool, you have to be unique. Well, having an unusual instrument in an unusual colour is unique, right? Sam wanted to be cool so badly.
Sam ordered it. His family didn't know about the little money he had saved on his card for emergencies, and this was surely an emergency.
-
1 Missed Call
-
Sam looked at the time. 3pm.
-
5 Missed Calls
-
Sam finally looked at his phone, which he'd thrown on his bed. 9 Missed Calls, 13 texts and 4 voice mails. All from Blaine. Sam cursed as he remembered that he'd been talking to Blaine before getting caught up in computer games and ukuleles.
-
Really sorry, Blaine, I
lost my phone, sounds
bad between you and
Kurt, come round mine.
~Sam
-
Seconds after sending the text, Blaine knocked on the door.
Sam was about to question Blaine, when the dark haired boy spoke. "I thought something had happened to you when you didn't reply, so I came over. Erm..." Blaine broke down into tears.
"Come in," Sam encouraged him, swinging an arm over Blaine's shoulder and guiding him to the closest chair. "Want to talk about it?"
"No" Blaine sobbed before reaching out and hugging Sam as tightly as he could.
"Blaine, why did you text me? You get on better with Quinn or Puck more than you do me... Surely you'd be more comfortable talking to them?" Sam questioned, still holding Blaine close and stroking his dark hair.
"I- I can't go back to Dalton, Sam, i'm petrified!" Blaine whimpered, obviously not hearing Sam's question.
"Ok, erm, but don't you live on the campus there?" Sam asked, pulling out of the hug, but still holding Blaine by his shoulders.
"Yes, but that place, It's-" Blaine was overpowered with tears once again.
The blonde boy smiled. "I guess you can stay here a few nights. The rest of the family are visiting my grandparents this weekend, so there'll be a little room."
Blaine smiled through the mask of tears. "Thank you" he stuttered before leaning into an embrace again.
Notes:
1) Sorry this chapter took so long, I've been ill over the last week, so I haven't been able to do much at all :(
2) When i first posted this, it only saved half of it, and I apologize for that, and it's sorted now :)
3) The next chapter might be slow as well, my GCSE exams begin tomorrow, so they're my main priority, but i'll try and get one or two chapters up over the week.
~Marc