Fic: The Compulsive Liar (7/?)
Title: The Compulsive Liar
Author: jjjjordo
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson
Summary: The filling of this prompt. Blaine is a compulsive liar and lied to Kurt about being gay.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! All characters belong to the writers.
Author's notes: I would have posted this bearlier, but I'm sort of grounded...anyway, this chapter is actually really long, so that's a bonus, eh?
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
“Guys,” Blaine said, “I need help.”
He had called a secret Warblers meeting for a select few whom he knew could keep a secret or whom he knew would help him out: Wes, David, Jeff, Nick, Thad, Logan Clayton, and James. They were in the meeting room commonly used for Warblers practice, casually assembled on the sofas. It was totally unofficial, yet Wes clutched the Holy Gavel tightly in his hand, though there was nothing for him to bang it on. Blaine wondered if he slept with it.
“With?” Thad asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Kurt,” Blaine said, though he was sure everyone else could answer that question, “He’s still…you know…into me. I need a way to get him off my back, without hurting him too badly. Any ideas?”
“Tell the truth.” David suggested.
“No,” Blaine said, shaking his head, “I’m in too far to do that. He’ll never figure out anyway.”
“Well, why is Kurt attracted to you? If we can figure out what it is, maybe we can convince him otherwise.” We said, ever practical. The other Warblers nodded in approval.
“Let’s see…” Blaine said, “I dunno…”
“He thinks you’re romantic,” Jeff piped up, a soft smile on his face, “He told me. He says that ‘Baby, It’s Cold Outside’ was the most romantic duet he’s ever sang.”
A few snickers erupted; the rest of the Warblers at the meeting had no idea bout Blaine and Kurt’s little song. Blaine looked down at his feet, embarrassed.
“Anyway,” Wes said, stifling a bit of a chuckle himself, “We need to convince Kurt otherwise.”
“But how do we do that?” Logan asked.
“Show Kurt just how bad he is at romance, of course,” James piped up, speaking for the first time during the meeting, “Clayton and I have a cousin who just moved here, and he works at the GAP. Have Blaine be hopelessly in love with him, and then we’ll have it fall through. Kurt will see how lousy with romance Blaine is, and he might just give up.”
“But what if he doesn’t give up?” Blaine asked.
“Then we’ll have to keep trying. We’re here for you. Blaine.” David said. The rest of the Warblers nodded in agreement.
“Okay, so it’s settled. Now, we discuss when and where.” Wes said, nodding.
***
They were in a coffee shop about a week later, on a particularly chilly day. School had let out, but the morose state of the weather encouraged the Dalton students to stay inside. Kurt and Blaine picked their signature hang out, the Lima Bean. While they waited in line anxiously, Kurt, being his bitter-when-it-comes-to-romance self, was ranting about Valentine’s Day and all. He picked up a cute puppy plush and looked at it, disgusted.
“Okay, I’m all for flair,” he said, holding it out to Blaine, “but these Valentine’s Day decorations are just tacky. I mean, what the hell is this supposed to be?”
“It’s clearly puppy love,” Blaine said, disgusted by Kurt’s distaste, “It’s cute. Come on.”
The Kurt Kouncil (Wes had come up with the name; nobody had argued because the Gavel had been clutched so tightly in his hand and he looked so ready to whack something with it) had decided that Blaine needed to play up the hopeless romantic part. Then, after the disappointment, he’d pretend to be the bitter guy with no hope left. Kind of like Kurt.
The puppy plush made some sort of kissing noise and Kurt just looked at it in disgust and murmured “oh,” as he put it back.
“Adorable,” Blaine said, grinning, though the thing disgusted him, too.
“It’s a simple excuse to sell candy and greeting cards on a holiday.” Kurt said, rolling his eyes.
“Not true,” Blaine denied, “People have been celebrating Valentine’s Day for centuries.”
“And call me a hopeless romantic,” he said, a bit over-the-top, “But it’s my favorite holiday.”
“Really?” Kurt said skeptically, raising his eyebrows.
Blaine knew Wes would get him for this, but he couldn’t resist. He decided to lay it on even more thickly, just to emphasize his character.
“I think there’s something really great about a day where you’re encouraged to just lay it all out on the line and say to somebody: ‘I’m in love with you.’”
The look Kurt gave him after that was almost enough for him to want to take it back. Kurt looked like he had just won the lottery and had been delivered the check by Patti LuPone herself, while he floated on a cloud of magic and cotton candy.
Okay, that was way over-exaggerating. However, the look on Kurt’s face was still pretty peaceful and hopeful, which made Blaine sick to his stomach.
“You know,” he said, not wanting to make it too obvious that he noticed,” And this year I want to do something really radical. So, I need your opinion on this.”
Kurt nodded, and he continued.
“But there’s this guy,” Blaine started off, “That I sort of…like. And, I’ve only known him for a little while, but I want to tell him that I think my feelings are starting to change into something…deeper…”
It all sounded wrong. Blaine was NOT supposed to like guys. How was he supposed to go through with this if he could barely tell anyone that he had feelings in the first place? He sighed, and tried his hardest to make to make it sound convincing, though he’d probably screwed it up already. He may have been a good liar, but this kind of lie was completely unprecedented in his book.
“So I have to ask,” he continued, shifting nervously, “Do you think it’s too much to sing to somebody on Valentine’s Day?”
“Not at all.” Kurt said, getting that look on his face again. However, this time, it was even more love struck.
Blaine turned away quickly and went up to order, not wanting to see Kurt’s face like that. It made him feel so…guilty. He hated feeling guilty for leading Kurt on.
“What can I get you?” the lady at the counter asked.
Blaine rattled off his (and Kurt’s) order, added a cupid cookie (definitely over-the-top hopeless romantic) and smiled sweetly at the lady, all without looking at Kurt.
“You know my coffee order?” he heard Kurt ask softly.
“Of course I do,” Blaine said, pulling out his wallet. Why wouldn’t he have it memorized? They went to get coffee so often.
“That’ll be $8.40” the lady at the register said.
“Don’t even bother, dummy,” Blaine said, pulling out a ten. He didn’t need Kurt to pay for his own drink; it would be selfish. He told the lady to keep the change, then went to go get some napkins.
***
“Hey,” Blaine said, walking down the hall during a free period. He had been looking for Kurt, whom he found scribbling in a notebook, which he promptly closed.
“Whatcha doing?” he asked, grinning at Kurt’s surprised look. What was he doing, writing ‘Blaine + Kurt’ or something equally goofy?
“Nothing,” Kurt said, looking guilty and trying to cover it up, “Just daydreaming. Plotting weekend outfits.”
Daydreaming about you and me, right? Keep daydreaming. Blaine ignored his thoughts for once.
“Well, come on,” Blaine said, nodding towards the end of the hall, “You’re gonna want to see this. I’ve called an emergency meeting of the Warblers council.”
“Sounds serious,” Kurt said, getting up.
“Let’s hope not, “Blaine said, placing his hands on Kurt’s shoulders. Wait…why had he felt the need to do that?
“I just need to ask them a tiny little favor.” He said, moving his hands closer to Kurt’s neck.
For some reason, his hands didn’t want to move anywhere off of Kurt’s shoulders.
***
“This emergency meeting is called to order,” We said, banging that damn Gavel, “Junior member Blaine Anderson, the floor is yours.”
Wes nodded as he said this. The Warblers in on the Kurt Kouncil had already had a meeting prior to this one, practicing how it was going to go down. The other members were scattered, so nobody outside of the group had any idea what was going on, especially not Kurt.
“Esteemed council, I’ll be brief.” he said, nodding back at Wes.
“Simply put,” he continued, pausing for a while because of his awkwardness with his role, “I’m in love.”
The Warblers mumbled. Such a scandal was not often the subject of an emergency meeting. In fact, not many ‘fell in love,’ and when they did, it wasn’t that big of a deal. They seemed excited, and Kurt looked up at Blaine like he was the sun. Pavarotti chirped in approval.
“Congrats,” someone, probably David, said.
“I’m not really good at talking about my feelings. I’m much better at singing them.” He said, making eye contact with anyone but Kurt, who wouldn’t wipe that look off of his face.
“But still, I could use a little help,” he said, “Which is why I’m asking to enlist the Warblers to help serenade this individual…in song…off campus.”
The room erupted in pandemonium. Pavarotti got scared. Wes, of course, banged the damn Gavel.
“I-I-I know what I’m asking is slightly unusual…” Blaine said, as planned.
“The Warblers haven’t performed in an informal setting since 1927, when the spirit of St. Louis overshot the tarmac and plowed through seven Warblers during an impromptu rendition of ‘Welcome to Ohio, Lucky Lindy…’” Wes delivered his line spot-on, and it was all Blaine could do not to laugh. It was perfect.
“Why would we even consider what you’re asking?” David added.
“I firmly believe that our reticence to perform in public nearly cost us a trip to regionals,” Blaine said, “We’re becoming privileged, porcelain birds perched on a…”
He couldn’t even finish his line, as planned, before even higher chaos broke out. Everyone was storming, the Kouncil members all helping ignite loud arguments, as rehearsed.
“You MOCK us, sir!” Thad said, a line he had come up with and the rest had fallen in love with.
Wes banged the Gavel. “Thad,” he said, “David, I will have order.”
And he wasn’t screwing around. When Wes said stuff like that, you knew that if you didn’t agree with him, shit was going to go down.
Kurt raised his hand, and Blaine felt the color drain from his face a bit.
“May I please say something?” he said, waving his hand like an eager second grader.
“With respect,” he said, getting up and going without waiting for a response, “I believe Blaine has a point. The Warblers are so concerned with image and tradition that sometimes, I feel like we miss out on opportunities to step outside our comfort zones.”
Kurt, Blaine thought, shooting mental daggers, Shut up. We have it covered. Yet, Kurt kept talking.
“When I was on New Directions, we performed in front of hostile crowds, pretty much anywhere we went: mattress stores, shopping malls…I had a cat thrown at me in a nursing home once.”
That comment certainly lightened everyone up. They all chuckled. Even David and Wes cracked a smile.
“But it gave us confidence,” he added, “And it kept us loose.”
“And where would this performance take place?” Wes asked, cutting Kurt off. He wanted to stick to at least part of the schedule.
“The GAP at the North Hills Mall,” Blaine said, glad that they were almost finished with the meeting, “I’d like to call it the Warblers GAP attack.”
Everyone laughed again, and Kurt looked excited.
“Why the GAP?” he asked quickly, grinning as he rocked in his seat.
“The guy I like is a junior manager.” Blaine replied, grinning a grin so fake, he was sure that everyone was about to call him out on it.
Kurt’s smile immediately dropped.
It was like you could hear his heart breaking.
Author: jjjjordo
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson
Summary: The filling of this prompt. Blaine is a compulsive liar and lied to Kurt about being gay.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! All characters belong to the writers.
Author's notes: I would have posted this bearlier, but I'm sort of grounded...anyway, this chapter is actually really long, so that's a bonus, eh?
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
“Guys,” Blaine said, “I need help.”
He had called a secret Warblers meeting for a select few whom he knew could keep a secret or whom he knew would help him out: Wes, David, Jeff, Nick, Thad, Logan Clayton, and James. They were in the meeting room commonly used for Warblers practice, casually assembled on the sofas. It was totally unofficial, yet Wes clutched the Holy Gavel tightly in his hand, though there was nothing for him to bang it on. Blaine wondered if he slept with it.
“With?” Thad asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Kurt,” Blaine said, though he was sure everyone else could answer that question, “He’s still…you know…into me. I need a way to get him off my back, without hurting him too badly. Any ideas?”
“Tell the truth.” David suggested.
“No,” Blaine said, shaking his head, “I’m in too far to do that. He’ll never figure out anyway.”
“Well, why is Kurt attracted to you? If we can figure out what it is, maybe we can convince him otherwise.” We said, ever practical. The other Warblers nodded in approval.
“Let’s see…” Blaine said, “I dunno…”
“He thinks you’re romantic,” Jeff piped up, a soft smile on his face, “He told me. He says that ‘Baby, It’s Cold Outside’ was the most romantic duet he’s ever sang.”
A few snickers erupted; the rest of the Warblers at the meeting had no idea bout Blaine and Kurt’s little song. Blaine looked down at his feet, embarrassed.
“Anyway,” Wes said, stifling a bit of a chuckle himself, “We need to convince Kurt otherwise.”
“But how do we do that?” Logan asked.
“Show Kurt just how bad he is at romance, of course,” James piped up, speaking for the first time during the meeting, “Clayton and I have a cousin who just moved here, and he works at the GAP. Have Blaine be hopelessly in love with him, and then we’ll have it fall through. Kurt will see how lousy with romance Blaine is, and he might just give up.”
“But what if he doesn’t give up?” Blaine asked.
“Then we’ll have to keep trying. We’re here for you. Blaine.” David said. The rest of the Warblers nodded in agreement.
“Okay, so it’s settled. Now, we discuss when and where.” Wes said, nodding.
***
They were in a coffee shop about a week later, on a particularly chilly day. School had let out, but the morose state of the weather encouraged the Dalton students to stay inside. Kurt and Blaine picked their signature hang out, the Lima Bean. While they waited in line anxiously, Kurt, being his bitter-when-it-comes-to-romance self, was ranting about Valentine’s Day and all. He picked up a cute puppy plush and looked at it, disgusted.
“Okay, I’m all for flair,” he said, holding it out to Blaine, “but these Valentine’s Day decorations are just tacky. I mean, what the hell is this supposed to be?”
“It’s clearly puppy love,” Blaine said, disgusted by Kurt’s distaste, “It’s cute. Come on.”
The Kurt Kouncil (Wes had come up with the name; nobody had argued because the Gavel had been clutched so tightly in his hand and he looked so ready to whack something with it) had decided that Blaine needed to play up the hopeless romantic part. Then, after the disappointment, he’d pretend to be the bitter guy with no hope left. Kind of like Kurt.
The puppy plush made some sort of kissing noise and Kurt just looked at it in disgust and murmured “oh,” as he put it back.
“Adorable,” Blaine said, grinning, though the thing disgusted him, too.
“It’s a simple excuse to sell candy and greeting cards on a holiday.” Kurt said, rolling his eyes.
“Not true,” Blaine denied, “People have been celebrating Valentine’s Day for centuries.”
“And call me a hopeless romantic,” he said, a bit over-the-top, “But it’s my favorite holiday.”
“Really?” Kurt said skeptically, raising his eyebrows.
Blaine knew Wes would get him for this, but he couldn’t resist. He decided to lay it on even more thickly, just to emphasize his character.
“I think there’s something really great about a day where you’re encouraged to just lay it all out on the line and say to somebody: ‘I’m in love with you.’”
The look Kurt gave him after that was almost enough for him to want to take it back. Kurt looked like he had just won the lottery and had been delivered the check by Patti LuPone herself, while he floated on a cloud of magic and cotton candy.
Okay, that was way over-exaggerating. However, the look on Kurt’s face was still pretty peaceful and hopeful, which made Blaine sick to his stomach.
“You know,” he said, not wanting to make it too obvious that he noticed,” And this year I want to do something really radical. So, I need your opinion on this.”
Kurt nodded, and he continued.
“But there’s this guy,” Blaine started off, “That I sort of…like. And, I’ve only known him for a little while, but I want to tell him that I think my feelings are starting to change into something…deeper…”
It all sounded wrong. Blaine was NOT supposed to like guys. How was he supposed to go through with this if he could barely tell anyone that he had feelings in the first place? He sighed, and tried his hardest to make to make it sound convincing, though he’d probably screwed it up already. He may have been a good liar, but this kind of lie was completely unprecedented in his book.
“So I have to ask,” he continued, shifting nervously, “Do you think it’s too much to sing to somebody on Valentine’s Day?”
“Not at all.” Kurt said, getting that look on his face again. However, this time, it was even more love struck.
Blaine turned away quickly and went up to order, not wanting to see Kurt’s face like that. It made him feel so…guilty. He hated feeling guilty for leading Kurt on.
“What can I get you?” the lady at the counter asked.
Blaine rattled off his (and Kurt’s) order, added a cupid cookie (definitely over-the-top hopeless romantic) and smiled sweetly at the lady, all without looking at Kurt.
“You know my coffee order?” he heard Kurt ask softly.
“Of course I do,” Blaine said, pulling out his wallet. Why wouldn’t he have it memorized? They went to get coffee so often.
“That’ll be $8.40” the lady at the register said.
“Don’t even bother, dummy,” Blaine said, pulling out a ten. He didn’t need Kurt to pay for his own drink; it would be selfish. He told the lady to keep the change, then went to go get some napkins.
***
“Hey,” Blaine said, walking down the hall during a free period. He had been looking for Kurt, whom he found scribbling in a notebook, which he promptly closed.
“Whatcha doing?” he asked, grinning at Kurt’s surprised look. What was he doing, writing ‘Blaine + Kurt’ or something equally goofy?
“Nothing,” Kurt said, looking guilty and trying to cover it up, “Just daydreaming. Plotting weekend outfits.”
Daydreaming about you and me, right? Keep daydreaming. Blaine ignored his thoughts for once.
“Well, come on,” Blaine said, nodding towards the end of the hall, “You’re gonna want to see this. I’ve called an emergency meeting of the Warblers council.”
“Sounds serious,” Kurt said, getting up.
“Let’s hope not, “Blaine said, placing his hands on Kurt’s shoulders. Wait…why had he felt the need to do that?
“I just need to ask them a tiny little favor.” He said, moving his hands closer to Kurt’s neck.
For some reason, his hands didn’t want to move anywhere off of Kurt’s shoulders.
***
“This emergency meeting is called to order,” We said, banging that damn Gavel, “Junior member Blaine Anderson, the floor is yours.”
Wes nodded as he said this. The Warblers in on the Kurt Kouncil had already had a meeting prior to this one, practicing how it was going to go down. The other members were scattered, so nobody outside of the group had any idea what was going on, especially not Kurt.
“Esteemed council, I’ll be brief.” he said, nodding back at Wes.
“Simply put,” he continued, pausing for a while because of his awkwardness with his role, “I’m in love.”
The Warblers mumbled. Such a scandal was not often the subject of an emergency meeting. In fact, not many ‘fell in love,’ and when they did, it wasn’t that big of a deal. They seemed excited, and Kurt looked up at Blaine like he was the sun. Pavarotti chirped in approval.
“Congrats,” someone, probably David, said.
“I’m not really good at talking about my feelings. I’m much better at singing them.” He said, making eye contact with anyone but Kurt, who wouldn’t wipe that look off of his face.
“But still, I could use a little help,” he said, “Which is why I’m asking to enlist the Warblers to help serenade this individual…in song…off campus.”
The room erupted in pandemonium. Pavarotti got scared. Wes, of course, banged the damn Gavel.
“I-I-I know what I’m asking is slightly unusual…” Blaine said, as planned.
“The Warblers haven’t performed in an informal setting since 1927, when the spirit of St. Louis overshot the tarmac and plowed through seven Warblers during an impromptu rendition of ‘Welcome to Ohio, Lucky Lindy…’” Wes delivered his line spot-on, and it was all Blaine could do not to laugh. It was perfect.
“Why would we even consider what you’re asking?” David added.
“I firmly believe that our reticence to perform in public nearly cost us a trip to regionals,” Blaine said, “We’re becoming privileged, porcelain birds perched on a…”
He couldn’t even finish his line, as planned, before even higher chaos broke out. Everyone was storming, the Kouncil members all helping ignite loud arguments, as rehearsed.
“You MOCK us, sir!” Thad said, a line he had come up with and the rest had fallen in love with.
Wes banged the Gavel. “Thad,” he said, “David, I will have order.”
And he wasn’t screwing around. When Wes said stuff like that, you knew that if you didn’t agree with him, shit was going to go down.
Kurt raised his hand, and Blaine felt the color drain from his face a bit.
“May I please say something?” he said, waving his hand like an eager second grader.
“With respect,” he said, getting up and going without waiting for a response, “I believe Blaine has a point. The Warblers are so concerned with image and tradition that sometimes, I feel like we miss out on opportunities to step outside our comfort zones.”
Kurt, Blaine thought, shooting mental daggers, Shut up. We have it covered. Yet, Kurt kept talking.
“When I was on New Directions, we performed in front of hostile crowds, pretty much anywhere we went: mattress stores, shopping malls…I had a cat thrown at me in a nursing home once.”
That comment certainly lightened everyone up. They all chuckled. Even David and Wes cracked a smile.
“But it gave us confidence,” he added, “And it kept us loose.”
“And where would this performance take place?” Wes asked, cutting Kurt off. He wanted to stick to at least part of the schedule.
“The GAP at the North Hills Mall,” Blaine said, glad that they were almost finished with the meeting, “I’d like to call it the Warblers GAP attack.”
Everyone laughed again, and Kurt looked excited.
“Why the GAP?” he asked quickly, grinning as he rocked in his seat.
“The guy I like is a junior manager.” Blaine replied, grinning a grin so fake, he was sure that everyone was about to call him out on it.
Kurt’s smile immediately dropped.
It was like you could hear his heart breaking.