There, I did it. I wrote Glee fic. What, you thought I only posted TF fics here?
Long story short Klaine is canon, and I have rabid bunnies nibbling on my brain. If you don't know who or what Klaine is, move right along. If you do... oh god I hope this is good. I've never written for Glee before, let alone Klaine. Nervous writer is nervous.
Media: Fanfic
Title: See the Light
Rating: G
Pairings: inferences to Klaine
Spoilers: Upto and including S02-E16
Warnings: Santana's tongue? XD Other than that, no.
Word Count: 1,677 approx
Summary: Mercedes observes Kurt and Blaine during and after Regionals
Note: Why the hell am I writing this in present tense? I don't know.
See the Light
And now, from Westerville, Ohio - the Dalton Academy Warblers!
Mercedes finally removes her face from her palm now that the train-wreck also known as Aural Intensity leaves the stage.
She sits up a little straighter in her seat as Blaine Anderson leads the Warblers onto the stage. No fancy entrances for them, she thinks, and neither did they need one because she knows how strong they are vocally. Instead, she searches the acapella group for her boy.
Kurt is one of the last to take the stage, standing in the second row, and even from where she’s seated, Mercedes can tell he’s slightly nervous and twitchy.
”Poor Kurt. Must be hard for him to just stand in the background and watch Blaine belt out five to six minutes worth of Top 40 hits… though, come to think of it, that’s what he did at McKinley, too, before he left.”
The lights dim and Mercedes tries to look interested for Kurt’s sake. The Warblers start to sing and she quirks an eyebrow. Doesn’t sound like any Top 40 song she knows.
The power lines went out, and I am all alone…
Mercedes sits bolt upright. That is NOT Blaine’s voice, and the buzz that goes around the New Directions seats only confirms what she’s seeing -
Kurt. Stage front. In the spotlight. Singing lead.
“Oh, my god, they gave him a solo,” Tina whispers from somewhere behind her.
She can hardly believe it, proud as she is of her boy, and she scans the rest of the Warblers to make sure her eyes aren’t playing tricks on her, which is when she catches a glimpse of Blaine’s face and the expression on it.
He’s not watching the audience like the rest of his group, she realizes. He’s watching Kurt, and with such a tender smile on his face that something starts to prickle at the back of her mind. She watches carefully as Blaine steps down to join in what was not exactly a solo, but a duet.
All the games you’ve played, the promises you made…
He’s circling Kurt; he’s stalking Kurt as Kurt moves out of his way; he has not taken his eyes off Kurt. Blaine Anderson, the dapper, suave Warbler with a knack for playing to the audience and charming the socks off them does not seem to be giving a hoot about the crowd he’s singing in front of; and to Mercedes’ greater surprise, Kurt - consummate performer - doesn’t seem to care either.
“Do his cheeks seem rosier than usual?” That was Brittany, and they do seem more flushed than normal.
“Oh, my god. Is Kurt blushing?” That was Santana, and yes, he appears to be blushing furiously under Blaine’s rather adoring gaze.
When it was you and me…
Her gaze ticks back to Blaine and she can’t recall the last time she’s ever seen the boy look so emotional, and now there’s Kurt - all tender smiles and bright eyes as he looks right back at his duet partner. Mercedes watches intently, wondering why this feels familiar. Beside her, Rachel shifts and Mercedes glances her way for a split second to catch her staring at Finn.
Then it clicks!
Blow the candles out, looks like a solo tonight…
She knows those looks. She’s seen them before - Rachel and Finn last year, Sam and Quinn back at Regionals - and just like that she knows why Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel can’t keep their eyes off each other.
It’s not like they don’t try to look at the audience - now and then professionalism wins and they do - but then as if there’s some magnetic pull between them, their eyes find each other’s again, sacrificing professionalism for emotion.
”Kurt’s got it bad, but looks like Blaine’s got it even worse. What happened out there at Dalton today?”
And now even Rachel is staring at them in disbelief, apparently having reached the same conclusion.
One day, you will wake up, with nothing but your sorrys…
As the boys crescendo on a huge power note, and Kurt hits highs unimaginable for someone of his gender, Mercedes feels tears spring to her eyes. She has never seen Kurt look so happy. Months ago he’d been so lonely and upset about being unable to sing a duet with another boy.
Now here he is, in front of hundreds of people, singing a duet with not just any boy, but a boy he loves, who apparently and very blatantly loves him back.
”Oh, Kurt. I hope he deserves you as much as you deserve him.”
I’m beginning to see the light…
Blaine’s closed the distance between them and Mercedes sees his arms reach out as if to touch Kurt only to be pulled back before they can, and Kurt looks at him with a soft smile of understanding. She guesses the unspoken words: they’re already pushing boundaries just by singing a duet together - anything more and she doubts the audience will be as accepting.
Thankfully, the boys don’t’ seem to mind the barriers for now. The smiles on their faces as they bring the song to a close say it all. Mercedes is one of the first out of her seat to applaud for them, grinning as Blaine finally indulges himself and grabs Kurt, dragging him into the spotlight for his bow.
“Okay, if that doesn’t say ‘this is my boyfriend’ I don’t know what does,” Lauren says.
The other boys stare at her, then at the couple on stage, but Mercedes is too busy cheering for Kurt.
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There are other signs she sees during their second song - a comfortable Top 40. The Warblers aren’t as stiff as they used to be, and she wonders if the new Kurt and Blaine dynamic is the cause. She wonders if the other Warblers even know - oh they must know, surely! - and if they had any part to play in getting the two to realize their feelings.
Blaine’s cutting loose on stage more than usual, almost as if a burden has been lifted off his shoulders and he’s exploring a new freedom, and even though he’s playing to the audience now, every once in a while his eyes search for Kurt, growing in confidence a little more when they find him.
The song ends and as the Warblers break out in high-fives and back-thumping, Blaine opens and holds out his arms to Kurt, who bounces into them like he’s been there all along. Mercedes and the other New Directions girls, recognizing this new development with their Kurt (and he’ll always be their Kurt) cheer louder than ever.
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Backstage, Mercedes breaks away from the victory celebration when she sees a familiar red-trimmed navy blazer walk past them to the exit. She hurries after him.
“Blaine Warbler, don’t you walk away from me.”
The boy stops in his tracks and turns to see who called to him, and recognizing Mercedes goes over to her to give her a gentle hug.
“Congrats on the win, your songs were great,” he says with a genuine smile. “Good luck at Nationals.”
Mercedes smiles back. “Thanks.” She searches his eyes a moment, not surprised to find them much like Kurt’s had been - warm and shining. “You don’t seem too disappointed.”
Blaine shrugs easily. “There’s always next year… and I’ve got nothing to be disappointed about.” His usually charming smile turns a little goofy.
She decides to go for it. “Where’s Kurt.”
Those hazel eyes grow decidedly warmer. “Waiting by the car.”
“Oh, would you guys like to join us for dinner or something? A few of us are going to Breadstix.”
The Warbler looks apologetic, not unlike a puppy, she thinks as he pouts a bit.
“Rain check?” he asks. “Kurt’s had a long day, and though I’m not, I think he’s still disappointed we didn’t win. Going out with you guys might feel like rubbing salt in the wound. No offense.” He settles his bag more comfortably on his shoulder. “Plus we still have a funeral to attend, and I think he might need some quiet time to himself after that.”
Mercedes blinks. “A funeral?! Did his dad…”
“No, no!” Blaine quickly stops her. “The canary we gave him died last night. He was really fond of it. I figured I’d go with him, just to make sure he’s okay, in case he needs a shoulder.”
She nods. “You really care about Kurt, huh?”
There’s a tinge of color creeping into his cheeks and he looks away for a moment. “I do; more than just care.”
“You love him, don’t you?”
The boy gives a bashful chuckle. “That obvious?”
“Oh please, you two were practically having eye sex on stage, and those notes you hit were the climax,” Santana says as she walks by, rolling her eyes at him.
The color turns into a full-blown blush, and he laughs a little more, clearly unsure of what to say to the two girls.
“Well, look at that,” Santana goes on, smirking. “Smooth-talking Blaine Warbler at a loss for words. Listen, it’s cool you love Kurt and all, but break his heart and I’ll sic Lauren on you.” She waves and walks off. “See you around, loverboy.”
Blaine watches her go. “She’s not kidding is she?”
“Nope.”
“Which one’s Lauren again?”
“The wrestler.”
“Oh.” The boy sighs. “I’m not going to break his heart. I know what Kurt’s been through, and the last thing I want to do is hurt him.” He looks over his shoulder to try and hide the bit of guilt that flashes through his eyes. “I should go. Don’t want to keep him waiting too long.”
Mercedes nods and lets him go. “Take care of my boy, Blaine.”
“Kurt’s lucky to have a friend like you.” Blaine smiles at her again, and gives her a chaste kiss on the cheek, whispering into her ear. “His heart’s safe with me.”
She smiles, patting him on the shoulder, and then watches as he hurries down the hallway to the exit and Kurt.
“I know.”
~ END.
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