Fic: Great Romances of the 21st Century (College AU) (2/?)
Title: Great Romances of the 21st Century (College AU) (2/?)
Rating: NC-17 overall (PG-13 for this chapter)
Spoilers: Mentions up to 2x15
Warnings (overall): College AU, major Klaine, some Kurt/Warbler Nick, Jeff/Nick, Blaine/TA, language, sex, blow-jobs, masturbation, underage drinking, angst
Word Count: 2,195
Summary: Kurt and Blaine have always just been friends. Now, they have graduated high school from McKinley and are freshmen (roommates!) at the same art college in northern Ohio. While Kurt is determined to forget about his feelings for Blaine and to seek out new love interests, Blaine thinks he might now be falling in love with his best friend at the wrong time. What does he do? He starts writing a book entitled Great Romances of the 21st Century.
A/N: Kind of a sequel to One-Eighty By Summer, but you don't need to read it to be able to understand this. That's just a slight background story for this one.
And a very special thanks to my beta, teaboytoaliens, who is most certainly awesome!
Chapter 1
Blaine let his hair grow out for college. He wanted to project himself off as a down-to-earth, carefree individual that just loved film and art.
But Blaine doesn't really care about art (nor is he carefree or down-to-earth.) Kurt used to make him go to art museums, but frankly, the stroke of a paint brush just doesn't interest Blaine all that much. He likes the moving visuals--the sex and the drama of characters on the screen. He likes to let his imagination grow through sound and through the power of words.
So, naturally, he bought a guitar before he came up to school.
Blaine's guitar is made of rich mahogany wood and cost his parents him five-hundred dollars. He'll pay them back when he gets the money, but his parents don't really care about the cost. They just want his GPA to be high and they hope he'll change his major to something more stable than Creative Writing.
Blaine's best subjects in high school were Math and Science, but he really loved all his English classes. He loved numbers and decimals and was even willing to tutor some of the kids in New Directions after practice on some occasions, but when asked to write a three-page persuasive paper on whether or not students in public schools should wear uniforms, well, Blaine was all over that shit. (He argued against the uniforms, though his counterargument involved some of Dalton's "being part of the team" philosophy.)
Blaine used to write scripts (and Kurt would have to spend hours editing them) and pretend that he was going to go on Oprah before he was 24 to talk about "what a remarkable journey you've had, and look at what you've written! It's changed lives! Mine, especially!"
But writing was now going to be part of his course schedule, so he wanted to do something that was just for him. With his guitar, he decided to go with an electric-acoustic one in case he ever wanted to play shows around campus coffee shops. Blaine was going to do something creative in his life, especially since his major had the word creative in the title, but right now he is too confused to actually think about creating something new.
Too confused to actually think about creating something out of himself and Kurt.
He can't tell Kurt how he's feeling right now.
Because what if he's only desperate and just thinks he likes Kurt?
If he really liked him, then he would have asked him out when he went to McKinley, right?
Or before he tried to serenade that Jeremiah guy. What a disaster.
He just wishes he could be like Kurt and be able to treat the kiss like it was nothing.
~*~
Blaine just kissed Kurt for the first time since their one goodnight kiss back in sophomore year. That one kiss had meant everything to Kurt, because he'd been upset, and Blaine had impulsively pecked him on the lips as a way to show him that he cared.
This kiss in the dorm room was much different. Blaine was expecting... more? For Kurt to at least ask him why he did that?
He wasn't sure what he was expecting to see on Kurt's face, actually, but it was weird that he just walked out.
Little did Blaine know that even after Blaine let his guard down those two-and-a-half-something years ago, Kurt's wall still stayed strong and tall. He's all for getting to know people in college now, but...
What was that? You think you can kiss me and my entire world will feel illuminated, and I'll just collapse into your arms wishing you'd just take me now before the world ends and we die and I die and I'm dead?
...Even if that were true, which it's NOT, I still want to punch you in your stupid smirking face. Are you just trying to remind me that I like you? Make me more confused and hopeless? Hell, no. You're a spoiled rich child, but there's one thing you can't have Blaine Dean Anderson, and I'll let you know that it starts with a mother-fucking-K and ends with a "urt Hummel."
If you were to ask Kurt what he learned in his Introduction to Interior Design class on that Thursday afternoon, he would have just mumbled something about his best friend being a dick and then would have walked away rather quickly to fix his hair.
Blaine was messing with him and on purpose now. How was he supposed to feel?
He hated Blaine even more than he did on a regular basis, he thought.
You hate conflict, and you especially hate when I'm upset with you. I know it's not your fault that you don't like me, and I shouldn't act like it hurts me when there's nothing you can do, but why did you kiss me when you knew it wouldn't mean more to you? Were you just trying to make me feel better?
Kurt feels like shit, but possibly worse than that, he really wants to pretend the measly kiss never happened and just let it go. Blaine is just his friend. He can let this go. He can let him go.
~*~
10-17-13 #2
Your blue eyes are a lot greener than mine, a lot kinder. Your heart is a lot stronger, a lot larger than mine should be. I'm afraid I'm not satisfied with the way you left me.
Wanting to bring you back into the room, wanting to hold you and hate you for hiding from me the first sixteen years of my life.
It's true, you're my best friend, so I really shouldn't be thinking these thoughts, but your lips were just so right on mine. And not even soft, but not quite firm either, and you were pissed, but they were so nice. You'd look so nice on me.
I can't be with you, though. You're all that I have, and I can't let you go.
I'm a mess, and I'd mess you up if you gave me the time.
~*~
Kurt can't stop thinking about Blaine. He wants to run his hands through his enormous mass of hair and yank on it when he's sitting in his lap and kissing him and...
But really, Blaine's a dick. He's majoring in dickology (with a concentration in dapper douche-baggery.)
And okay, Kurt needs to stop coming up with lame metaphors to describe how Blaine's been acting: Like a dick.
The way he grabbed him and kissed him, Kurt's pretty sure he'll die if it happens again. But it won't happen again, he needs to believe he's done with Blaine. He's done melting and then having to force himself to turn to ice every time Blaine disappoints him.
I'm in love with someone that doesn't exist. The way you kiss, the way you kissed... It's so unhealthy to live like this.
It's not that he doesn't love Blaine anymore; he most certainly, unconditionally loves this boy that manages to upset him on a daily basis. Kurt's surprised he's even still thinking about their measly kiss. It didn't mean anything. Blaine was just trying to rudely confirm Kurt's feelings for him, but Kurt will refuse to make something more out of it.
Like he said, he can't afford to melt anymore. A stone-cold heart will suit him just well for now, he thinks.
After his morning class gets out at 10am, Kurt comes back to their dorm to see if Blaine's awake so he can rightfully give him a piece of his mind (before his other class at noon.) Maybe he'll start stressing the term friendship even harder than it was defined before.
By 3pm when both of their classes get out for the day, Kurt hopes he'll be able to treat Blaine like he would any other guy friend:
Punching him in the shoulder when an idea is cool, trying to make him jealous by talking about how hot other guys are, and eating all of Blaine's pizza (they will most definitely order pizza tonight, and Kurt will delightfully steal the last piece from him. The ultimate dick move, indeed.)
When Kurt walks into the room, Blaine is on his bed, learning a simple song on guitar.
Kurt really doesn't want musician!Blaine right now. Not when Blaine's dark green shirt and faded black guitar only bring out the dark color of his already dark hair. He's sure that when Blaine looks up, his eyes will also be a hypnotizing shade of dark brown, gold, green, what...what the fuck color are they?
Go ROY G. BIV-yourself, Blaine.
"So, you're really learning? What happened to making 'the best movie' before winter break?"
Kurt kneels down on Blaine's bed, letting his messenger bag slide to the floor.
Blaine looks up at him while he's in the middle of strumming an A minor chord, smiling politely before glancing back down at his fingers on the frets.
"I might. It's just important to learn an instrument, you know? I mean, I already know piano, but guitar is more versatile. You can play it wherever, whenever."
Kurt's inner dialogue is telling him that Blaine is telling him that he can play Kurt "wherever, whenever," and it only makes his next reply come out a little smug.
"Yeah, that does make sense then. It's good that you're finally sticking to something."
Blaine gives him a playful glare before dismissing the rude (but true) observation that he can never finish a project. On his laptop he has a bunch of unfinished scripts, songs, and ideas all waiting to be completed. But if Blaine's heart isn't in something fully, then he just gets frustrated and loses interest, finding something else to distract himself with.
"What'd you want to do tonight?" Blaine asks, playing around with his finger-placement on the higher frets of the guitar.
"I want to talk. I feel like this morning didn't go well, and I'm sorry."
Blaine stops playing his guitar and props it up against the side of the bed. "No, Kurt, don't be sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you like that...really. It was stupid, I'm sorry."
"Hey, it's fine, we can just pretend it didn't happen, yes? That way neither of us has to feel sorry."
Blaine's eyes fix themselves on the hem of Kurt's baby blue shirt. The color reminds him of how the sky looked this past summer, reminding him of all the days he should have been telling Kurt how he felt.
"What are we doing today? My dad wants us to help him clean the garage, ugh."
Blaine laughs, "Why'd you ask what we're doing today then? We're helping your dad clean."
"Well, I was hoping you'd say that we can help him clean after I go down on you in your hot tub, but okay..."
Blaine chokes on the lemonade he's drinking from laughing at Kurt who is grinning at him coughing. "Kurt! You're so dirty! What the hell?"
Kurt smiles and skips ahead of Blaine before turning around to fold his arms. "Not as dirty as we're going to be cleaning a freaking car garage. Where's your sense of adventure, Mr. Anderson?"
Blaine doesn't want an adventure; he just wants a safe haven right now. He wants Kurt to be both of these things, actually, but he can't say what he wants until he knows what he wants.
"Hey, it's fine, we can just pretend it didn't happen, yes? That way neither of us has to feel sorry."
And here Kurt is, ready to move on, really wanting Blaine to give him the "okay" to like other people.
Kurt's surrounded by open-minded people now, so he has a really nice chance of meeting some guy that likes him right off the bat. Blaine wants to give him that. He needs Kurt to believe that Kurt doesn't have a chance with this sad, stubborn boy that is too selfish for even his own liking.
He thinks about gently sighing and giving Kurt an empty expression, fully aware that these actions would tear away at Kurt's mind for days until he was begging for Blaine to tell him what was wrong so that they could be together.
He also thinks about wrapping a hand around Kurt's neck and kissing him hard, forcing him into his lap so they can kiss until their lips are too sore to continue.
Blaine would love to see Kurt's lips swollen and red. He really would.
He thinks about getting what he wants, all the options he has in this small window of opportunity, but then he just looks at Kurt, nodding while giving him a half-smile and says, "Yeah, it never happened. Wanna watch Family Guy?"
Blaine could use a good laugh right now.
Or really, he could laugh at his own life. That would work, too, he thinks.
10-17-13 #3
"Vindicated--I am selfish, I am wrong.
I am right, I swear I'm right, I swear I knew it all along.
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself."
Thanks, Kurt. Because of you I'm listening to Dashboard Confessional on repeat.
----
Chapter 3
Thanks so much to everyone who liked the first chapter!
After tonight's episode, I'm sure not many people want to read anything that doesn't relate to 2x16 or read/write/breathe, but if you are reading this, I promise enough angst soon enough to tide you over until hiatus is over from Glee!
Rating: NC-17 overall (PG-13 for this chapter)
Spoilers: Mentions up to 2x15
Warnings (overall): College AU, major Klaine, some Kurt/Warbler Nick, Jeff/Nick, Blaine/TA, language, sex, blow-jobs, masturbation, underage drinking, angst
Word Count: 2,195
Summary: Kurt and Blaine have always just been friends. Now, they have graduated high school from McKinley and are freshmen (roommates!) at the same art college in northern Ohio. While Kurt is determined to forget about his feelings for Blaine and to seek out new love interests, Blaine thinks he might now be falling in love with his best friend at the wrong time. What does he do? He starts writing a book entitled Great Romances of the 21st Century.
A/N: Kind of a sequel to One-Eighty By Summer, but you don't need to read it to be able to understand this. That's just a slight background story for this one.
And a very special thanks to my beta, teaboytoaliens, who is most certainly awesome!
Chapter 1
Blaine let his hair grow out for college. He wanted to project himself off as a down-to-earth, carefree individual that just loved film and art.
But Blaine doesn't really care about art (nor is he carefree or down-to-earth.) Kurt used to make him go to art museums, but frankly, the stroke of a paint brush just doesn't interest Blaine all that much. He likes the moving visuals--the sex and the drama of characters on the screen. He likes to let his imagination grow through sound and through the power of words.
So, naturally, he bought a guitar before he came up to school.
Blaine's guitar is made of rich mahogany wood and cost his parents him five-hundred dollars. He'll pay them back when he gets the money, but his parents don't really care about the cost. They just want his GPA to be high and they hope he'll change his major to something more stable than Creative Writing.
Blaine's best subjects in high school were Math and Science, but he really loved all his English classes. He loved numbers and decimals and was even willing to tutor some of the kids in New Directions after practice on some occasions, but when asked to write a three-page persuasive paper on whether or not students in public schools should wear uniforms, well, Blaine was all over that shit. (He argued against the uniforms, though his counterargument involved some of Dalton's "being part of the team" philosophy.)
Blaine used to write scripts (and Kurt would have to spend hours editing them) and pretend that he was going to go on Oprah before he was 24 to talk about "what a remarkable journey you've had, and look at what you've written! It's changed lives! Mine, especially!"
But writing was now going to be part of his course schedule, so he wanted to do something that was just for him. With his guitar, he decided to go with an electric-acoustic one in case he ever wanted to play shows around campus coffee shops. Blaine was going to do something creative in his life, especially since his major had the word creative in the title, but right now he is too confused to actually think about creating something new.
Too confused to actually think about creating something out of himself and Kurt.
He can't tell Kurt how he's feeling right now.
Because what if he's only desperate and just thinks he likes Kurt?
If he really liked him, then he would have asked him out when he went to McKinley, right?
Or before he tried to serenade that Jeremiah guy. What a disaster.
He just wishes he could be like Kurt and be able to treat the kiss like it was nothing.
~*~
Blaine just kissed Kurt for the first time since their one goodnight kiss back in sophomore year. That one kiss had meant everything to Kurt, because he'd been upset, and Blaine had impulsively pecked him on the lips as a way to show him that he cared.
This kiss in the dorm room was much different. Blaine was expecting... more? For Kurt to at least ask him why he did that?
He wasn't sure what he was expecting to see on Kurt's face, actually, but it was weird that he just walked out.
Little did Blaine know that even after Blaine let his guard down those two-and-a-half-something years ago, Kurt's wall still stayed strong and tall. He's all for getting to know people in college now, but...
What was that? You think you can kiss me and my entire world will feel illuminated, and I'll just collapse into your arms wishing you'd just take me now before the world ends and we die and I die and I'm dead?
...Even if that were true, which it's NOT, I still want to punch you in your stupid smirking face. Are you just trying to remind me that I like you? Make me more confused and hopeless? Hell, no. You're a spoiled rich child, but there's one thing you can't have Blaine Dean Anderson, and I'll let you know that it starts with a mother-fucking-K and ends with a "urt Hummel."
If you were to ask Kurt what he learned in his Introduction to Interior Design class on that Thursday afternoon, he would have just mumbled something about his best friend being a dick and then would have walked away rather quickly to fix his hair.
Blaine was messing with him and on purpose now. How was he supposed to feel?
He hated Blaine even more than he did on a regular basis, he thought.
You hate conflict, and you especially hate when I'm upset with you. I know it's not your fault that you don't like me, and I shouldn't act like it hurts me when there's nothing you can do, but why did you kiss me when you knew it wouldn't mean more to you? Were you just trying to make me feel better?
Kurt feels like shit, but possibly worse than that, he really wants to pretend the measly kiss never happened and just let it go. Blaine is just his friend. He can let this go. He can let him go.
~*~
10-17-13 #2
Your blue eyes are a lot greener than mine, a lot kinder. Your heart is a lot stronger, a lot larger than mine should be. I'm afraid I'm not satisfied with the way you left me.
Wanting to bring you back into the room, wanting to hold you and hate you for hiding from me the first sixteen years of my life.
It's true, you're my best friend, so I really shouldn't be thinking these thoughts, but your lips were just so right on mine. And not even soft, but not quite firm either, and you were pissed, but they were so nice. You'd look so nice on me.
I can't be with you, though. You're all that I have, and I can't let you go.
I'm a mess, and I'd mess you up if you gave me the time.
~*~
Kurt can't stop thinking about Blaine. He wants to run his hands through his enormous mass of hair and yank on it when he's sitting in his lap and kissing him and...
But really, Blaine's a dick. He's majoring in dickology (with a concentration in dapper douche-baggery.)
And okay, Kurt needs to stop coming up with lame metaphors to describe how Blaine's been acting: Like a dick.
The way he grabbed him and kissed him, Kurt's pretty sure he'll die if it happens again. But it won't happen again, he needs to believe he's done with Blaine. He's done melting and then having to force himself to turn to ice every time Blaine disappoints him.
I'm in love with someone that doesn't exist. The way you kiss, the way you kissed... It's so unhealthy to live like this.
It's not that he doesn't love Blaine anymore; he most certainly, unconditionally loves this boy that manages to upset him on a daily basis. Kurt's surprised he's even still thinking about their measly kiss. It didn't mean anything. Blaine was just trying to rudely confirm Kurt's feelings for him, but Kurt will refuse to make something more out of it.
Like he said, he can't afford to melt anymore. A stone-cold heart will suit him just well for now, he thinks.
After his morning class gets out at 10am, Kurt comes back to their dorm to see if Blaine's awake so he can rightfully give him a piece of his mind (before his other class at noon.) Maybe he'll start stressing the term friendship even harder than it was defined before.
By 3pm when both of their classes get out for the day, Kurt hopes he'll be able to treat Blaine like he would any other guy friend:
Punching him in the shoulder when an idea is cool, trying to make him jealous by talking about how hot other guys are, and eating all of Blaine's pizza (they will most definitely order pizza tonight, and Kurt will delightfully steal the last piece from him. The ultimate dick move, indeed.)
When Kurt walks into the room, Blaine is on his bed, learning a simple song on guitar.
Kurt really doesn't want musician!Blaine right now. Not when Blaine's dark green shirt and faded black guitar only bring out the dark color of his already dark hair. He's sure that when Blaine looks up, his eyes will also be a hypnotizing shade of dark brown, gold, green, what...what the fuck color are they?
Go ROY G. BIV-yourself, Blaine.
"So, you're really learning? What happened to making 'the best movie' before winter break?"
Kurt kneels down on Blaine's bed, letting his messenger bag slide to the floor.
Blaine looks up at him while he's in the middle of strumming an A minor chord, smiling politely before glancing back down at his fingers on the frets.
"I might. It's just important to learn an instrument, you know? I mean, I already know piano, but guitar is more versatile. You can play it wherever, whenever."
Kurt's inner dialogue is telling him that Blaine is telling him that he can play Kurt "wherever, whenever," and it only makes his next reply come out a little smug.
"Yeah, that does make sense then. It's good that you're finally sticking to something."
Blaine gives him a playful glare before dismissing the rude (but true) observation that he can never finish a project. On his laptop he has a bunch of unfinished scripts, songs, and ideas all waiting to be completed. But if Blaine's heart isn't in something fully, then he just gets frustrated and loses interest, finding something else to distract himself with.
"What'd you want to do tonight?" Blaine asks, playing around with his finger-placement on the higher frets of the guitar.
"I want to talk. I feel like this morning didn't go well, and I'm sorry."
Blaine stops playing his guitar and props it up against the side of the bed. "No, Kurt, don't be sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you like that...really. It was stupid, I'm sorry."
"Hey, it's fine, we can just pretend it didn't happen, yes? That way neither of us has to feel sorry."
Blaine's eyes fix themselves on the hem of Kurt's baby blue shirt. The color reminds him of how the sky looked this past summer, reminding him of all the days he should have been telling Kurt how he felt.
"What are we doing today? My dad wants us to help him clean the garage, ugh."
Blaine laughs, "Why'd you ask what we're doing today then? We're helping your dad clean."
"Well, I was hoping you'd say that we can help him clean after I go down on you in your hot tub, but okay..."
Blaine chokes on the lemonade he's drinking from laughing at Kurt who is grinning at him coughing. "Kurt! You're so dirty! What the hell?"
Kurt smiles and skips ahead of Blaine before turning around to fold his arms. "Not as dirty as we're going to be cleaning a freaking car garage. Where's your sense of adventure, Mr. Anderson?"
Blaine doesn't want an adventure; he just wants a safe haven right now. He wants Kurt to be both of these things, actually, but he can't say what he wants until he knows what he wants.
"Hey, it's fine, we can just pretend it didn't happen, yes? That way neither of us has to feel sorry."
And here Kurt is, ready to move on, really wanting Blaine to give him the "okay" to like other people.
Kurt's surrounded by open-minded people now, so he has a really nice chance of meeting some guy that likes him right off the bat. Blaine wants to give him that. He needs Kurt to believe that Kurt doesn't have a chance with this sad, stubborn boy that is too selfish for even his own liking.
He thinks about gently sighing and giving Kurt an empty expression, fully aware that these actions would tear away at Kurt's mind for days until he was begging for Blaine to tell him what was wrong so that they could be together.
He also thinks about wrapping a hand around Kurt's neck and kissing him hard, forcing him into his lap so they can kiss until their lips are too sore to continue.
Blaine would love to see Kurt's lips swollen and red. He really would.
He thinks about getting what he wants, all the options he has in this small window of opportunity, but then he just looks at Kurt, nodding while giving him a half-smile and says, "Yeah, it never happened. Wanna watch Family Guy?"
Blaine could use a good laugh right now.
Or really, he could laugh at his own life. That would work, too, he thinks.
10-17-13 #3
"Vindicated--I am selfish, I am wrong.
I am right, I swear I'm right, I swear I knew it all along.
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself."
Thanks, Kurt. Because of you I'm listening to Dashboard Confessional on repeat.
----
Chapter 3
Thanks so much to everyone who liked the first chapter!
After tonight's episode, I'm sure not many people want to read anything that doesn't relate to 2x16 or read/write/breathe, but if you are reading this, I promise enough angst soon enough to tide you over until hiatus is over from Glee!