Fic: We Run the Night (Part 5/?)
Title: We Run the Night
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2000 (this part)
Summary: In which Blaine and Kurt are members of rival dance crews. Sparks fly when they watch each other perform at the biggest dance event of the year.
A/N: Once more, thanks to my lovely tumblr followers for helping me name Kathleen and Bernard. I am useless. Songs used for this chapter; It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas / Jingle Bells / Winter Wonderland.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4---
When Blaine woke up he was feverish and shivering, his sheets tangled around his overheated body, but the cool breeze running deliriously across the room. He awoke to the unfamiliar sound of shrieking and Blaine realised with a start that two little girls were having a shouting match right outside the door.
“Whuzzgoing on?” Seth muttered. Blaine shrugged, trying to shake himself to awareness, sighing when he realised his restless state was the result of another nightmare. A nightmare filled with too bright eye and too hot skin, mercilessly writhing against him.
Just the usual then.
With an annoyance grunt, Seth pulled himself out of bed, marching out the door. Blaine followed suit, exiting to the bathroom to wash over the remnants of the dream, Seth’s yells sounding down the hall, loudly even through the walls separating them.
Blaine shivered as the scalding water hit his skin, leaning his forehead against the tiles and letting the water pound rhythmically across his back, rubbing his eyes fiercely as he tried to bring himself to full consciousness. He lathered soap bubbles across his skin, sighing contentedly at the soft, clean smell that danced around the thick air. A light melody hummed across his lips as he tried his hardest to let the memories of his dream fade over excitement for the coming day.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…
---
When he finally immersed from the shower his hands were wrinkly and his skin was pink but he was refreshed and happy. He shot Seth a grin as he walked back in the room, still wearing just his towel. He missed Seth’s sharp intake of breath in favour of picking an outfit from his suitcase.
“Please tell me there’s some hot water left,” Seth groaned as he picked up his own towel.
---
About an hour later they were both finally ready and after breakfast they piled into Seth’s mom’s car, Blaine sandwiched between Delta and Ava who were squabbling over what rides they would go on first. Seth frequently told them to shut up but Blaine oddly enjoyed their squabbling. He felt a pang of jealousy for the sweet family life Seth had here. He had never longed for a sibling before, but now he could see the appeal… and he ached for it.
When they finally arrived at Disney Land, Ava surprised him by grabbing onto his hand as Delta grabbed Seth’s. Her bright eyes twinkled up at him and he smiled back, squeezing her hand gently, making her giggle.
After purchasing their tickets the girl’s pretty much led the expedition, leading them all over the park, to the animals, to the tea cup rides (which Blaine would never admit how much he enjoyed), to the log ride, to get cotton candy. Blaine enjoyed every second of it, Ava’s hand swinging with his as they ran along ride to ride eagerly. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so carefree.
“I’m sorry about them,” Seth apologised to Blaine as they waited for the girl’s outside the bathroom.
“It’s fine!” Blaine insisted. “I’m having a great time… I’ve never been to Disney Land before…”
Seth’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you serious?” he exclaimed. Blaine nodded, blushing a little. Seth grinned. “You’ll love the parade then…”
---
Many hours later, Blaine was finally starting to feel a little worn out as the night descended over the park and the fairy lights and Christmas decorations sparkled above them. They made their way down to the main road to wait for the Christmas parade to begin and Blaine felt a buzz of excitement as he jumped up high, trying to see over the crowd. His taller friend smiled in amusement as he watched him.
The announcer finally boomed over the loudspeaker and Blaine looked up, startled as fake snow began to fall, dazzling across the crowd of excited people. Blaine was entranced by the display trying to catch it on his tongue with Ava and Delta following suit.
He stopped as Seth nudged his side. “It’s starting,” he said and Blaine immediately jumped up again, catching a glimpse of a large decorative float riding past. He yelped in delight as more paraders waltzed down the drive, waltzing and twirling as a blaring carol boomed across the loud speakers.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way…
Blaine grabbed Ava and twirled her, letting her dance across to Seth as he pulled Delta into his arms and swung her around. The dancers moved across the road with a flurry of pirouettes and he put Delta down, mimicking the dancers as he pulled out a perfect four pirouettes, pulling into attitude and swinging back into a series of fouettés.
“Show off,” he heard Seth laugh as he landed them perfectly, blushing and bowing as the crowd around them applauded.
“You should go out there with them,” Mrs Matthews (no, Laura) chimed above the music. Blaine shook his head and grabbed Seth’s hands, forcing him into a waltz that mimicked the parade dancers. Seth twirled him and pulled him into a lift and Blaine yelped, attempting a graceful pose and miserably failing, begging Seth to put him down. The crowd giggled around them as
Blaine got back on his feet, shoving Seth mockingly.
The turned back to the parade in time to see the last of the floats and Blaine waved eagerly to
Santa, trilling ecstatically as he waved directly towards him. Behind the float was a stream of dancing elves and Blaine’s breath caught as he glanced closer.
“What’s wrong?” Seth asked him, catching his expression. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
And he had. The ghost who had haunted his dreams for the past three years.
It was Kurt.
---
Blaine was still reeling as the parade came to a close. Seth’s mom suggested they get some dinner and go home and the sleepy little ones readily agreed.
“Are you alright, Blaine?” Seth checked, his eyes wide with worry. Blaine nodded stiffly, knowing that no, he wasn’t.
Kurt was here.
He had to see him.
---
As the crowd slowly began to dissaperate and the carols hummed to their end, Mrs Matthews turned to the family (and Blaine). Ava and Delta were entangled together adorably on the ground, their heads rested together, a pretty mass of silk brown and gold. Even Seth was rubbing his eyes sleepily.
“What do you kids think?” she asked. “Should we get some dinner and go home?”
The family all voiced the affirmative but Blaine’s heart leapt in his chest. No - they couldn’t go. He still had to see Kurt…
“Okay,” Mrs Matthews agreed, fishing around in her bag for her purse, “the food court is just up here…”
“Excuse me,” Blaine cut in, an idea taking hold suddenly, “I just need to go to the bathroom...”
“Okay, honey,” Mrs Matthews said warmly, “you remember where they are?” Blaine nodded quickly, trying not to dash off too quickly and arouse suspicion.
He dodged through the crowd as quick as he could, trying to see through the mass of people to find where the parade workers were heading. He just spotted a bright red figure in the distance and made move to follow when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Excuse me,” the voice said politely and Blaine turned, his momentary irritation halting as he caught sight of the Santa.
“Uh… hi,” Blaine managed, trying to blink back his surprise. Santa beamed down at him.
“I saw your dancing before,” he said, his voice deep and booming. “You’re quite talented.”
Blaine blushed at the praise. “Thank you, err…”
“Bernard,” the man grinned, sticking out his hand. Blaine promptly shook it, his hand practically swallowed by the giant white glove, “Bernard Humphrey.”
“I’m Blaine,” Blaine offered, “Blaine Anderson.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Blaine,” Bernard boomed. “Very nice, indeed. I was hoping to catch you here, you see…” Bernard twinkled down at a very confused Blaine, “we’re looking for a new act for our Christmas Eve show… and we think you might just be the man for the job - if you’re interested.”
Blaine was speechless.
Bernard chuckled. “Kathleen will be able to tell you more. She’s the manager of this whole shindig. Would you like to meet her?”
Blaine nodded numbly.
“Okay, then, excellent,” Bernard enthused. “Well I can take you to see her now.”
Blaine began to nod before he caught himself.
“I-I’m here with someone,” he blurted out suddenly. “Can I just quickly go tell them where I am?”
Bernard laughed. “Sure thing, bud.” He then gave a blushing Blaine directions to Kathleen’s office and Blaine scurried off hurriedly.
---
After clearing it with Mrs Matthews, Blaine ran straight over to Kathleen’s office, successfully locating it (by some miracle). He knocked and was ushered in straight away.
The office was small and packed with posters, awards and other notices, a desk the only constant in a flurry of mess. A middle aged woman sat at the desk, glancing her sharp hazel eyes up as Blaine entered.
“Ah,” she acknowledged as Bernard closed the door behind him, “you must be Blaine.”
Blaine nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
“You put on quite the show tonight,” she commented dryly. “Nearly beat ours.”
Blaine swallowed, slightly nervous at her business like demeanour. “…Sorry?” he offered unsurely. Both Kathleen and Bernard laughed.
“Don’t be,” she said, “we’re offering you a job, here. Obviously you did something right.”
Blaine felt reassurance melt in his chest and he offered her a small smile.
“So, you’re interested in the job?” Kathleen prompted.
“Well, sure…” Blaine agreed, “but erm… what would it entail, exactly?”
“Basically we’re having a Christmas Show on Christmas Eve and we would have you perform,” Kathleen explained. “Your dancing is quiet phenomenal.”
Blaine blushed once more. “Thank you,” he uttered quietly
“Can you sing, too?” Kathleen asked. Blaine nodded and her face lit up into a grin. “Let’s hear it then.”
Blaine’s eyes widened in surprise. “Now?” he asked, startled.
“No, tomorrow,” Kathleen quipped sarcastically. “Yes, now, would be lovely.”
“Err…” Blaine shifted nervously in his seat, “what do you want me to sing?”
Kathleen considered this. “Just a few lines of your favourite carol.”
Blaine nodded, clearing his throat. He could do this…
Over the ground, he began, a little hesitantly, lies a mantle of white
At Kathleen’s expectant expression he continued slowly.
A heaven of diamonds shines down through the night
Two hearts are thrilling, despite of the chill in the weather
He lifted his voice a little higher.
Ooh, the weather…
Kathleen smiled warmly, turning to Bernard who grinned back. Blaine took this as a sign to continue, singing with more confidence.
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,
In the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight,
We're happy tonight
Walking in a winter wonderland
When he finished Kathleen and Bernard exchanged more meaningful looks and Blaine bit his lip nervously.
“Could you please give us a minute?” Kathleen asked. Blaine nodded and scurried outside, shuffling his feet in the snow anxiously while he waited for them to finish.
This was important. If he got the job then there was a chance he could see Kurt again. Get him to forgive him.
Maybe even love him.
“Blaine,” Bernard called and Blaine took that as his sign to come back. He pushed back through the door carefully.
“Tell me, Blaine,” Kathleen said as Blaine took his seat again opposite her, “how would you feel about singing a duet?”
“A duet?”
“We think we have just the boy…”
“…the boy?”
“Bernard, Kathleen,” a trilling voice called from the door, making Blaine spin around in shock, “you wanted to see me?”
“Kurt,” Kathleen greeted warmly, “we’ve found you a new duet partner.”
“Kurt,” Bernard said happily, placing a hand on the stunned boy’s shoulder, “meet Blaine Anderson. Blaine, this is Kurt Hummel.”
Their eyes met across the room and alarm flickered in Kurt’s. Blaine swallowed, shivers sparking down his spine.
Merry Christmas, indeed.
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2000 (this part)
Summary: In which Blaine and Kurt are members of rival dance crews. Sparks fly when they watch each other perform at the biggest dance event of the year.
A/N: Once more, thanks to my lovely tumblr followers for helping me name Kathleen and Bernard. I am useless. Songs used for this chapter; It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas / Jingle Bells / Winter Wonderland.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4---
When Blaine woke up he was feverish and shivering, his sheets tangled around his overheated body, but the cool breeze running deliriously across the room. He awoke to the unfamiliar sound of shrieking and Blaine realised with a start that two little girls were having a shouting match right outside the door.
“Whuzzgoing on?” Seth muttered. Blaine shrugged, trying to shake himself to awareness, sighing when he realised his restless state was the result of another nightmare. A nightmare filled with too bright eye and too hot skin, mercilessly writhing against him.
Just the usual then.
With an annoyance grunt, Seth pulled himself out of bed, marching out the door. Blaine followed suit, exiting to the bathroom to wash over the remnants of the dream, Seth’s yells sounding down the hall, loudly even through the walls separating them.
Blaine shivered as the scalding water hit his skin, leaning his forehead against the tiles and letting the water pound rhythmically across his back, rubbing his eyes fiercely as he tried to bring himself to full consciousness. He lathered soap bubbles across his skin, sighing contentedly at the soft, clean smell that danced around the thick air. A light melody hummed across his lips as he tried his hardest to let the memories of his dream fade over excitement for the coming day.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…
---
When he finally immersed from the shower his hands were wrinkly and his skin was pink but he was refreshed and happy. He shot Seth a grin as he walked back in the room, still wearing just his towel. He missed Seth’s sharp intake of breath in favour of picking an outfit from his suitcase.
“Please tell me there’s some hot water left,” Seth groaned as he picked up his own towel.
---
About an hour later they were both finally ready and after breakfast they piled into Seth’s mom’s car, Blaine sandwiched between Delta and Ava who were squabbling over what rides they would go on first. Seth frequently told them to shut up but Blaine oddly enjoyed their squabbling. He felt a pang of jealousy for the sweet family life Seth had here. He had never longed for a sibling before, but now he could see the appeal… and he ached for it.
When they finally arrived at Disney Land, Ava surprised him by grabbing onto his hand as Delta grabbed Seth’s. Her bright eyes twinkled up at him and he smiled back, squeezing her hand gently, making her giggle.
After purchasing their tickets the girl’s pretty much led the expedition, leading them all over the park, to the animals, to the tea cup rides (which Blaine would never admit how much he enjoyed), to the log ride, to get cotton candy. Blaine enjoyed every second of it, Ava’s hand swinging with his as they ran along ride to ride eagerly. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so carefree.
“I’m sorry about them,” Seth apologised to Blaine as they waited for the girl’s outside the bathroom.
“It’s fine!” Blaine insisted. “I’m having a great time… I’ve never been to Disney Land before…”
Seth’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you serious?” he exclaimed. Blaine nodded, blushing a little. Seth grinned. “You’ll love the parade then…”
---
Many hours later, Blaine was finally starting to feel a little worn out as the night descended over the park and the fairy lights and Christmas decorations sparkled above them. They made their way down to the main road to wait for the Christmas parade to begin and Blaine felt a buzz of excitement as he jumped up high, trying to see over the crowd. His taller friend smiled in amusement as he watched him.
The announcer finally boomed over the loudspeaker and Blaine looked up, startled as fake snow began to fall, dazzling across the crowd of excited people. Blaine was entranced by the display trying to catch it on his tongue with Ava and Delta following suit.
He stopped as Seth nudged his side. “It’s starting,” he said and Blaine immediately jumped up again, catching a glimpse of a large decorative float riding past. He yelped in delight as more paraders waltzed down the drive, waltzing and twirling as a blaring carol boomed across the loud speakers.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way…
Blaine grabbed Ava and twirled her, letting her dance across to Seth as he pulled Delta into his arms and swung her around. The dancers moved across the road with a flurry of pirouettes and he put Delta down, mimicking the dancers as he pulled out a perfect four pirouettes, pulling into attitude and swinging back into a series of fouettés.
“Show off,” he heard Seth laugh as he landed them perfectly, blushing and bowing as the crowd around them applauded.
“You should go out there with them,” Mrs Matthews (no, Laura) chimed above the music. Blaine shook his head and grabbed Seth’s hands, forcing him into a waltz that mimicked the parade dancers. Seth twirled him and pulled him into a lift and Blaine yelped, attempting a graceful pose and miserably failing, begging Seth to put him down. The crowd giggled around them as
Blaine got back on his feet, shoving Seth mockingly.
The turned back to the parade in time to see the last of the floats and Blaine waved eagerly to
Santa, trilling ecstatically as he waved directly towards him. Behind the float was a stream of dancing elves and Blaine’s breath caught as he glanced closer.
“What’s wrong?” Seth asked him, catching his expression. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
And he had. The ghost who had haunted his dreams for the past three years.
It was Kurt.
---
Blaine was still reeling as the parade came to a close. Seth’s mom suggested they get some dinner and go home and the sleepy little ones readily agreed.
“Are you alright, Blaine?” Seth checked, his eyes wide with worry. Blaine nodded stiffly, knowing that no, he wasn’t.
Kurt was here.
He had to see him.
---
As the crowd slowly began to dissaperate and the carols hummed to their end, Mrs Matthews turned to the family (and Blaine). Ava and Delta were entangled together adorably on the ground, their heads rested together, a pretty mass of silk brown and gold. Even Seth was rubbing his eyes sleepily.
“What do you kids think?” she asked. “Should we get some dinner and go home?”
The family all voiced the affirmative but Blaine’s heart leapt in his chest. No - they couldn’t go. He still had to see Kurt…
“Okay,” Mrs Matthews agreed, fishing around in her bag for her purse, “the food court is just up here…”
“Excuse me,” Blaine cut in, an idea taking hold suddenly, “I just need to go to the bathroom...”
“Okay, honey,” Mrs Matthews said warmly, “you remember where they are?” Blaine nodded quickly, trying not to dash off too quickly and arouse suspicion.
He dodged through the crowd as quick as he could, trying to see through the mass of people to find where the parade workers were heading. He just spotted a bright red figure in the distance and made move to follow when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Excuse me,” the voice said politely and Blaine turned, his momentary irritation halting as he caught sight of the Santa.
“Uh… hi,” Blaine managed, trying to blink back his surprise. Santa beamed down at him.
“I saw your dancing before,” he said, his voice deep and booming. “You’re quite talented.”
Blaine blushed at the praise. “Thank you, err…”
“Bernard,” the man grinned, sticking out his hand. Blaine promptly shook it, his hand practically swallowed by the giant white glove, “Bernard Humphrey.”
“I’m Blaine,” Blaine offered, “Blaine Anderson.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Blaine,” Bernard boomed. “Very nice, indeed. I was hoping to catch you here, you see…” Bernard twinkled down at a very confused Blaine, “we’re looking for a new act for our Christmas Eve show… and we think you might just be the man for the job - if you’re interested.”
Blaine was speechless.
Bernard chuckled. “Kathleen will be able to tell you more. She’s the manager of this whole shindig. Would you like to meet her?”
Blaine nodded numbly.
“Okay, then, excellent,” Bernard enthused. “Well I can take you to see her now.”
Blaine began to nod before he caught himself.
“I-I’m here with someone,” he blurted out suddenly. “Can I just quickly go tell them where I am?”
Bernard laughed. “Sure thing, bud.” He then gave a blushing Blaine directions to Kathleen’s office and Blaine scurried off hurriedly.
---
After clearing it with Mrs Matthews, Blaine ran straight over to Kathleen’s office, successfully locating it (by some miracle). He knocked and was ushered in straight away.
The office was small and packed with posters, awards and other notices, a desk the only constant in a flurry of mess. A middle aged woman sat at the desk, glancing her sharp hazel eyes up as Blaine entered.
“Ah,” she acknowledged as Bernard closed the door behind him, “you must be Blaine.”
Blaine nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
“You put on quite the show tonight,” she commented dryly. “Nearly beat ours.”
Blaine swallowed, slightly nervous at her business like demeanour. “…Sorry?” he offered unsurely. Both Kathleen and Bernard laughed.
“Don’t be,” she said, “we’re offering you a job, here. Obviously you did something right.”
Blaine felt reassurance melt in his chest and he offered her a small smile.
“So, you’re interested in the job?” Kathleen prompted.
“Well, sure…” Blaine agreed, “but erm… what would it entail, exactly?”
“Basically we’re having a Christmas Show on Christmas Eve and we would have you perform,” Kathleen explained. “Your dancing is quiet phenomenal.”
Blaine blushed once more. “Thank you,” he uttered quietly
“Can you sing, too?” Kathleen asked. Blaine nodded and her face lit up into a grin. “Let’s hear it then.”
Blaine’s eyes widened in surprise. “Now?” he asked, startled.
“No, tomorrow,” Kathleen quipped sarcastically. “Yes, now, would be lovely.”
“Err…” Blaine shifted nervously in his seat, “what do you want me to sing?”
Kathleen considered this. “Just a few lines of your favourite carol.”
Blaine nodded, clearing his throat. He could do this…
Over the ground, he began, a little hesitantly, lies a mantle of white
At Kathleen’s expectant expression he continued slowly.
A heaven of diamonds shines down through the night
Two hearts are thrilling, despite of the chill in the weather
He lifted his voice a little higher.
Ooh, the weather…
Kathleen smiled warmly, turning to Bernard who grinned back. Blaine took this as a sign to continue, singing with more confidence.
Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,
In the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight,
We're happy tonight
Walking in a winter wonderland
When he finished Kathleen and Bernard exchanged more meaningful looks and Blaine bit his lip nervously.
“Could you please give us a minute?” Kathleen asked. Blaine nodded and scurried outside, shuffling his feet in the snow anxiously while he waited for them to finish.
This was important. If he got the job then there was a chance he could see Kurt again. Get him to forgive him.
Maybe even love him.
“Blaine,” Bernard called and Blaine took that as his sign to come back. He pushed back through the door carefully.
“Tell me, Blaine,” Kathleen said as Blaine took his seat again opposite her, “how would you feel about singing a duet?”
“A duet?”
“We think we have just the boy…”
“…the boy?”
“Bernard, Kathleen,” a trilling voice called from the door, making Blaine spin around in shock, “you wanted to see me?”
“Kurt,” Kathleen greeted warmly, “we’ve found you a new duet partner.”
“Kurt,” Bernard said happily, placing a hand on the stunned boy’s shoulder, “meet Blaine Anderson. Blaine, this is Kurt Hummel.”
Their eyes met across the room and alarm flickered in Kurt’s. Blaine swallowed, shivers sparking down his spine.
Merry Christmas, indeed.