Courage 4
Disclaimer: I unfortunately don’t own Harry Potter (or I would be very rich and would have done different things with the characters) and neither do I own Glee.
Author’s note: : This happens in season two of Glee, but the following chapters will probably be before the happenings of this one. If there will be any following.
Rating: T
Pairing: Blaine/Harry
Warning: slash, teenagers being teenagers, alcohol and stuff
Blaine Anderson was one hell of a guy. In one word - fabulous.
His dapper but playful attitude turned his knees into jelly and the somewhat adorkable grin made him want to utter a dreamy sigh every time he saw it. Following the first time he had seen the Warbler singing and dancing, he had been naught but a puddle of blissful goo on the polished floor of Dalton Academy. It was like a dream come true. Like a prince in rainbow-colored, shining armor was standing right in front of him, though encouraging him to stand up for himself instead of rescuing him all on his own. Blaine even liked a lot of things he, himself, did and their voices would sound splendid together. A match made in heaven!
Perfect!
Except for one thing - He was taken.
He had found out a couple of days - which he had spent dreaming about their future together - later in Breadstix. Right after they had confronted his worst nemesis - though in vain - and while Blaine had treated him to lunch to cheer him up. He had secretly imagined it to be a date, which it would be in the near future, if he had anything to say about it!
Which he didn’t.
At all.
Because Blaine was taken and his boyfriend had called fifteen minutes into lunch. Additionally he was still wondering why said boyfriend’s special ringtone was ‘Do ya think I’m sexy’. Even after asking all he had gotten was a dopey smile and a bit of a blush in return. Anyway, his whole dream world, starring Blaine and himself as a couple, had been destroyed by one simple call. But nobody could say he wasn’t persistent!
He had lost Finn to Rachel, because his new step-brother simply wasn’t on his side of the fence. Blaine was though and Kurt was much more compatible with the Warbler than any other guy could possibly ever be! He would fight and do anything to win Blaine for himself!
He gave up the first time he saw the happy couple not a week later.
Not only were they all lovey-dovey, with teasing remarks, love-filled words and soft kisses in public, there was no way to dislike Harry - the boyfriend - either. And yes, he had tried. Oh, how he had tried to hate the raven, but no. Harry was nice, witty and he made him laugh no matter what mood Kurt was in. He also had the whole jock thing going for him, as the star goalkeeper of the soccer team, even though he wasn’t all that tall or muscular. He actually looked a lot like Blaine. Like they were cousins or something. It was a bit weird, but nobody - especially the couple itself - seemed to care, so he didn’t either. Mostly.
And just maybe he had developed a bit of a crush on Harry as well.
Why did he always develop feelings for the taken and, or straight ones anyway? Oh Gaga, he was so screwed.
Considering all those facts he had put off the plan to break the two up like he had tried - very unsuccessfully - with the Finn-Quinn-Rachel triangle.
It didn’t lessen the jealousy and fixation, though, even months later and especially not when both of them were currently making out in one of the corners, like… the rest of New Directions, in fact. Why had he invited both of them to Rachel’s party again? Oh Gaga, he was so bored without somebody to talk to. Either his friends were drunk - they were even weirder than usual - or doing inappropriate couple-ly things - which was worse. Mostly they both.
Frustration, unfortunately, didn’t make the alcohol any more appealing. Most of it tasted weird on his tongue and some of it even felt like he was downing acid. His throat had not been happy, when he had tried the stuff. Therefore, even drinking himself into oblivion, to forget that he was all alone and would probably be ‘til his dying day, was impossible. Unfortunately, he found out about Finn’s sober state much too late.
Before Kurt had any chance to start a conversation with his step-brother someone suggested to play spin-the-bottle and somehow the idea was appealing enough to round the others - in various states of undress and intoxication - up into a circle formation on the floor. He - with a pathetic urge to get kissed a bit more consensually than before - included. He really didn’t want to know what kinds of fluids were already on the carpet, though. He really, really didn’t. Neither did he want to notice the ‘just-fu-uhm-made-out-look’ of two certain black-haired boys.
Drinks were chucked down, the bottle was spun, kisses were exchanged - somehow it never pointed in his direction - and there was a lot of laughter involved. His own mostly excluded. On one hand he wanted to get kissed, on the other he didn’t understand why couples would want to play this game. Didn’t it bother them to see their partner being kissed by someone else? Wasn’t a quick peck enough? Why did it have to be a really steamy one, sometimes even of the French variety? Well, most of them were members of New Directions, which had been in all couple formations imaginable.
Nevertheless…
During round five the bottle appointed Blaine to be the next victim. And a victim he would be, because he was supposed to kiss a very hammered Miss I-am-the-best, who promised things she would probably not succeed in. Like ‘rock the world’ of an obviously gay man. Both of them seemed to be surprisingly into it, though. Kurt frowned again and glanced towards Harry, who was sitting next to him, to see if he was angry about the enthusiastic kiss. He would definitely be, if Blaine was his boyfriend and kissing someone else like this. Harry wasn’t. He was actually tilting his head to the side a bit and looking on curiously. Like it was some kind of interesting documentation or something. “Aren’t you jealous?” Kurt finally asked, no longer able to keep his curiosity at bay. Blaine and Harry were such a loving couple, without any of the drama the New Direction ones were prone to and… and… it just wasn’t right for the other boy to be so calm!
Harry blinked and shifted his gaze towards him with a confused expression. “Why would I be?” The dumb question actually managed to infuriat Kurt a bit. “Because, your boyfriend, you know? Blaine? The love of your life or something? He is currently in a serious lip-lock with Rachel Berry - of all people - and has been for the last minute or so!” Kurt hissed back - without being noticed by the cat-calling group - and at first only got another blink in return. Then another. Then a somewhat dopey, but - to Kurt’s annoyance - still kind of cute grin. Life was unfair. It really was.
“Kurt, it’s a kissing-game, so of course he’s kissing her. That’s the objective of the game and they’re not even using any tongue. I’m secure enough in our relationship to not let it bother me. We’ve been a couple for more than a year now, after all. Besides, it’s interesting to see what kissing another person besides each other is like.” He looked at Harry doubtfully, not at all convinced.
Meanwhile the kiss had stopped and Rachel, after spouting some more nonsense, crawled back to her place. Blaine on the other hand seemed to be contemplative, then nodded decisively. “That was intriguing and not even half as good as yours.” Grinning, he twisted a bit to plant a kiss onto Harry’s also upturned lips. Kurt sighed and didn’t say another word. Not even when Harry spun the bottle to achieve the first male-male kiss. With Mike Chang.
Before said boy - or anyone for that matter - was able to protest, Harry had already crawled to the other side of the circle and gripped part of the brown shirt the Asian boy was wearing, tugged him down a bit, before proceeding to kiss the living daylights out of him. This time there was tongue. Lots of it in fact. And a startled silence. For all of five seconds, before the cat-calling and wolf-whistling resumed even louder than before. Except for Blaine. He didn’t seem to be as calm as Harry had been, but neither did he look particularly angry.
About a minute later Harry leant back, regarded a thoroughly dazed looking Mike for a moment and crawled back to his place with a smug grin on his lips. Kurt contemplated if Mike wasn’t as straight as he thought he was, if the boy was just too drunk to care one way or another, or if Harry’s kissing prowess was indeed that good. He really wanted to find out firsthand, but like always fate hated him too much to fulfill his wish for the rest of the night.
Maybe some retail therapy was in order in the very near future. Perhaps in the shopping center near Westerville. More specifically in The Gap. The Junior Manager there was pretty cute and nobody with that kind of hair could possibly be straight.
Yes, obviously he was some kind of masochist.
//tbc//
Author’s note: : This happens in season two of Glee, but the following chapters will probably be before the happenings of this one. If there will be any following.
Rating: T
Pairing: Blaine/Harry
Warning: slash, teenagers being teenagers, alcohol and stuff
Blaine Anderson was one hell of a guy. In one word - fabulous.
His dapper but playful attitude turned his knees into jelly and the somewhat adorkable grin made him want to utter a dreamy sigh every time he saw it. Following the first time he had seen the Warbler singing and dancing, he had been naught but a puddle of blissful goo on the polished floor of Dalton Academy. It was like a dream come true. Like a prince in rainbow-colored, shining armor was standing right in front of him, though encouraging him to stand up for himself instead of rescuing him all on his own. Blaine even liked a lot of things he, himself, did and their voices would sound splendid together. A match made in heaven!
Perfect!
Except for one thing - He was taken.
He had found out a couple of days - which he had spent dreaming about their future together - later in Breadstix. Right after they had confronted his worst nemesis - though in vain - and while Blaine had treated him to lunch to cheer him up. He had secretly imagined it to be a date, which it would be in the near future, if he had anything to say about it!
Which he didn’t.
At all.
Because Blaine was taken and his boyfriend had called fifteen minutes into lunch. Additionally he was still wondering why said boyfriend’s special ringtone was ‘Do ya think I’m sexy’. Even after asking all he had gotten was a dopey smile and a bit of a blush in return. Anyway, his whole dream world, starring Blaine and himself as a couple, had been destroyed by one simple call. But nobody could say he wasn’t persistent!
He had lost Finn to Rachel, because his new step-brother simply wasn’t on his side of the fence. Blaine was though and Kurt was much more compatible with the Warbler than any other guy could possibly ever be! He would fight and do anything to win Blaine for himself!
He gave up the first time he saw the happy couple not a week later.
Not only were they all lovey-dovey, with teasing remarks, love-filled words and soft kisses in public, there was no way to dislike Harry - the boyfriend - either. And yes, he had tried. Oh, how he had tried to hate the raven, but no. Harry was nice, witty and he made him laugh no matter what mood Kurt was in. He also had the whole jock thing going for him, as the star goalkeeper of the soccer team, even though he wasn’t all that tall or muscular. He actually looked a lot like Blaine. Like they were cousins or something. It was a bit weird, but nobody - especially the couple itself - seemed to care, so he didn’t either. Mostly.
And just maybe he had developed a bit of a crush on Harry as well.
Why did he always develop feelings for the taken and, or straight ones anyway? Oh Gaga, he was so screwed.
Considering all those facts he had put off the plan to break the two up like he had tried - very unsuccessfully - with the Finn-Quinn-Rachel triangle.
It didn’t lessen the jealousy and fixation, though, even months later and especially not when both of them were currently making out in one of the corners, like… the rest of New Directions, in fact. Why had he invited both of them to Rachel’s party again? Oh Gaga, he was so bored without somebody to talk to. Either his friends were drunk - they were even weirder than usual - or doing inappropriate couple-ly things - which was worse. Mostly they both.
Frustration, unfortunately, didn’t make the alcohol any more appealing. Most of it tasted weird on his tongue and some of it even felt like he was downing acid. His throat had not been happy, when he had tried the stuff. Therefore, even drinking himself into oblivion, to forget that he was all alone and would probably be ‘til his dying day, was impossible. Unfortunately, he found out about Finn’s sober state much too late.
Before Kurt had any chance to start a conversation with his step-brother someone suggested to play spin-the-bottle and somehow the idea was appealing enough to round the others - in various states of undress and intoxication - up into a circle formation on the floor. He - with a pathetic urge to get kissed a bit more consensually than before - included. He really didn’t want to know what kinds of fluids were already on the carpet, though. He really, really didn’t. Neither did he want to notice the ‘just-fu-uhm-made-out-look’ of two certain black-haired boys.
Drinks were chucked down, the bottle was spun, kisses were exchanged - somehow it never pointed in his direction - and there was a lot of laughter involved. His own mostly excluded. On one hand he wanted to get kissed, on the other he didn’t understand why couples would want to play this game. Didn’t it bother them to see their partner being kissed by someone else? Wasn’t a quick peck enough? Why did it have to be a really steamy one, sometimes even of the French variety? Well, most of them were members of New Directions, which had been in all couple formations imaginable.
Nevertheless…
During round five the bottle appointed Blaine to be the next victim. And a victim he would be, because he was supposed to kiss a very hammered Miss I-am-the-best, who promised things she would probably not succeed in. Like ‘rock the world’ of an obviously gay man. Both of them seemed to be surprisingly into it, though. Kurt frowned again and glanced towards Harry, who was sitting next to him, to see if he was angry about the enthusiastic kiss. He would definitely be, if Blaine was his boyfriend and kissing someone else like this. Harry wasn’t. He was actually tilting his head to the side a bit and looking on curiously. Like it was some kind of interesting documentation or something. “Aren’t you jealous?” Kurt finally asked, no longer able to keep his curiosity at bay. Blaine and Harry were such a loving couple, without any of the drama the New Direction ones were prone to and… and… it just wasn’t right for the other boy to be so calm!
Harry blinked and shifted his gaze towards him with a confused expression. “Why would I be?” The dumb question actually managed to infuriat Kurt a bit. “Because, your boyfriend, you know? Blaine? The love of your life or something? He is currently in a serious lip-lock with Rachel Berry - of all people - and has been for the last minute or so!” Kurt hissed back - without being noticed by the cat-calling group - and at first only got another blink in return. Then another. Then a somewhat dopey, but - to Kurt’s annoyance - still kind of cute grin. Life was unfair. It really was.
“Kurt, it’s a kissing-game, so of course he’s kissing her. That’s the objective of the game and they’re not even using any tongue. I’m secure enough in our relationship to not let it bother me. We’ve been a couple for more than a year now, after all. Besides, it’s interesting to see what kissing another person besides each other is like.” He looked at Harry doubtfully, not at all convinced.
Meanwhile the kiss had stopped and Rachel, after spouting some more nonsense, crawled back to her place. Blaine on the other hand seemed to be contemplative, then nodded decisively. “That was intriguing and not even half as good as yours.” Grinning, he twisted a bit to plant a kiss onto Harry’s also upturned lips. Kurt sighed and didn’t say another word. Not even when Harry spun the bottle to achieve the first male-male kiss. With Mike Chang.
Before said boy - or anyone for that matter - was able to protest, Harry had already crawled to the other side of the circle and gripped part of the brown shirt the Asian boy was wearing, tugged him down a bit, before proceeding to kiss the living daylights out of him. This time there was tongue. Lots of it in fact. And a startled silence. For all of five seconds, before the cat-calling and wolf-whistling resumed even louder than before. Except for Blaine. He didn’t seem to be as calm as Harry had been, but neither did he look particularly angry.
About a minute later Harry leant back, regarded a thoroughly dazed looking Mike for a moment and crawled back to his place with a smug grin on his lips. Kurt contemplated if Mike wasn’t as straight as he thought he was, if the boy was just too drunk to care one way or another, or if Harry’s kissing prowess was indeed that good. He really wanted to find out firsthand, but like always fate hated him too much to fulfill his wish for the rest of the night.
Maybe some retail therapy was in order in the very near future. Perhaps in the shopping center near Westerville. More specifically in The Gap. The Junior Manager there was pretty cute and nobody with that kind of hair could possibly be straight.
Yes, obviously he was some kind of masochist.
//tbc//