The Compulsive Liar (2/?)
Title: The Compulsive Liar
Author: jjjjordo
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Blaine
Summary: The filling of this prompt.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! All characters belong to the writers.
Author's notes: I finally got around to writing chapter 2...it's really bad, I know.
Part 1
At first, it was difficult to keep up the gay act. Blaine had to be caught up on celebrity gossip, and he even (to his embarrassment and his fellow Warblers’ enjoyment) had to subscribe to Vogue, just so he could keep up with at least half of what Kurt was talking about. He may have been taunted and it may have been grueling work at times, but he’d rather work his butt off and make Kurt happy (which made him happy, since Kurt was so adorable when he was happy), or admit it was a lie and lose a possible friend.
So, Blaine kept up with it, and after a while, it became sort of a guilty pleasure of some sort to read up on celebrity gossip, to make that facial mask and see if it really worked, to find out what was in style that season, even if he had to wear a uniform. It was still nice to know. He started actually getting excited about taking Kurt places. At first it was like “Ew. Who wants to go sit in a theater and sing along to The Sound of Music?” However, it quickly became, “Burlesque…Cher AND Christina Aguilera? COUNT ME IN!”
Naturally, his friends weren’t too excited about this change. It may have been oh-so-subtle and slow, but they could tell when Blaine was lying, and now that he wasn’t, they were suspicious. Wes started bothering him about spending so much time with Kurt. David inquired about why they weren’t hanging out on weekends anymore. Blaine would just shrug them off, putting on a pretty convincing act, saying that he felt bad for the kid.
So, it was no surprise when Kurt planned a romantic dinner for the two of them-in the company of Kurt’s friend, Mercedes. Sure, it was nice that Kurt wanted to include his friend, but Blaine was a bit annoyed. He hadn’t spent time with Kurt in a while, not since he’d done some more research on stuff he thought Kurt would be impressed by: old magazines, glamorous models from the sixties, and all that. He kind of wanted some one-on-one time with Kurt, not to be slowed down by someone else.
However, when the night actually came, Blaine realized that he had nothing to worry about. Mercedes was in kind of a funk, and kept staring off into space, even before Kurt and Blaine started chattering excitedly. They tried to include Mercedes, but she seemed to be completely uninterested whatsoever, so they just continued on talking about everything under the sun. It felt so good to talk to Kurt. He was just this little ball of energy, and he never seemed to run out of it, when he was this happy. It made Blaine feel so proud to see what he could to someone simply by being kind. However, the smallest part of him felt a pang of guilt, for he knew that Kurt was looking for love, a kind of love that Blaine could not genuinely return.
When it was time for everyone to leave, though it was early (and Friday night at that), Blaine had to admit, he was pretty down. He knew it would be a while before he saw Kurt again. He barely had time to say goodbye before Mercedes dragged Kurt, who was giving her a ride, out the door, without letting Blaine even give him a hug goodbye. Blaine sighed and made it to his car, sad that the little time they had together had passed by so quickly, with the blink of an eye.
***
It was a long time before he heard from Kurt again. He remembered seeing an overjoyed Facebook status declaring that Kurt’s father and girlfriend, mother of Kurt’s classmate and fellow glee club member, Finn Hudson, were getting married. Kurt was apparently planning the wedding, which Blaine knew would be a dream come true to him.
He remembered receiving an invitation to the wedding, which just happened to be the same weekend as a large ski trip the Dalton boys were taking. He’d already committed to the trip months in advance, and he was sure that his situation would not be helped if he blew off his friends for the wedding of the parent of a gay kid and his somewhat-friend, both from a different school, namely one that contained their main competition for Sectionals. Blaine was disappointed that he couldn’t attend, though he couldn’t lie, he did enjoy the ski trip very much. Kurt filled him in on all of the details over the phone, anyway. The wedding sounded totally awesome, and Kurt seemed to be very excited about it.
However, the excitement vanished as quickly as it had come as Kurt changed the subject of the conversation, changing it to Dave Karofsky. Simply the name made Blaine ripple with hatred. This was the douche who tormented his little Kurt, for no reason other than to just pick on him.
“I hope something bad happened to that asshole.” Blaine growled, after Kurt had said he had news regarding Dave.
“He got expelled.” Kurt said, the relief heavy in his voice.
“No way! Kurt, that’s amazing! Dude, everything’s gonna get better, I promise.” Blaine said happily, not sure exactly what he should say. It seemed to be enough for Kurt, though.
“Thanks, Blaine. You’re amazing.” Kurt said, the sincerity in his voice making the guilt in Blaine’s stomach turn into a gripping pain.
“Yeah, you too.” He said weakly. Kurt bid a cheerful farewell, promising to call again soon so that they could make plans.
Blaine slammed his cell phone down on his side table, groaning. It’s not that he didn’t love Kurt, and he wasn’t happy for him. He was just feeling so overly guilty, which was never a good thing. He started worrying. What if Kurt found out he wasn’t really gay? How would he find out, anyway? The possibilities were endless. Blaine knew lots of people, and a simple slip of the tongue could rat him out. Kurt may have been bubbly, but he was not dumb. He would put two and two together, and Blaine would be dead. He couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t lose Kurt.
***
Blaine sat in AP French that afternoon, reciting idly. All of the others in his class were seniors, and he was bored out of his mind. He’d known French practically since birth, since his mother had excelled in it. He sailed through French 1-4, and AP was no harder. He stared blankly at his teacher, who droned on, pronouncing everything wrong, resisting the urge to audibly groan. There was a knock at the door, and Blaine silently prayed that it was someone who would take him out of class. They were discussing sentence structure, and he was nearly asleep.
The teacher, Mr. Marlow, opened the door, and in walked Kurt Hummel.
Part 3
Author: jjjjordo
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Blaine
Summary: The filling of this prompt.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! All characters belong to the writers.
Author's notes: I finally got around to writing chapter 2...it's really bad, I know.
Part 1
At first, it was difficult to keep up the gay act. Blaine had to be caught up on celebrity gossip, and he even (to his embarrassment and his fellow Warblers’ enjoyment) had to subscribe to Vogue, just so he could keep up with at least half of what Kurt was talking about. He may have been taunted and it may have been grueling work at times, but he’d rather work his butt off and make Kurt happy (which made him happy, since Kurt was so adorable when he was happy), or admit it was a lie and lose a possible friend.
So, Blaine kept up with it, and after a while, it became sort of a guilty pleasure of some sort to read up on celebrity gossip, to make that facial mask and see if it really worked, to find out what was in style that season, even if he had to wear a uniform. It was still nice to know. He started actually getting excited about taking Kurt places. At first it was like “Ew. Who wants to go sit in a theater and sing along to The Sound of Music?” However, it quickly became, “Burlesque…Cher AND Christina Aguilera? COUNT ME IN!”
Naturally, his friends weren’t too excited about this change. It may have been oh-so-subtle and slow, but they could tell when Blaine was lying, and now that he wasn’t, they were suspicious. Wes started bothering him about spending so much time with Kurt. David inquired about why they weren’t hanging out on weekends anymore. Blaine would just shrug them off, putting on a pretty convincing act, saying that he felt bad for the kid.
So, it was no surprise when Kurt planned a romantic dinner for the two of them-in the company of Kurt’s friend, Mercedes. Sure, it was nice that Kurt wanted to include his friend, but Blaine was a bit annoyed. He hadn’t spent time with Kurt in a while, not since he’d done some more research on stuff he thought Kurt would be impressed by: old magazines, glamorous models from the sixties, and all that. He kind of wanted some one-on-one time with Kurt, not to be slowed down by someone else.
However, when the night actually came, Blaine realized that he had nothing to worry about. Mercedes was in kind of a funk, and kept staring off into space, even before Kurt and Blaine started chattering excitedly. They tried to include Mercedes, but she seemed to be completely uninterested whatsoever, so they just continued on talking about everything under the sun. It felt so good to talk to Kurt. He was just this little ball of energy, and he never seemed to run out of it, when he was this happy. It made Blaine feel so proud to see what he could to someone simply by being kind. However, the smallest part of him felt a pang of guilt, for he knew that Kurt was looking for love, a kind of love that Blaine could not genuinely return.
When it was time for everyone to leave, though it was early (and Friday night at that), Blaine had to admit, he was pretty down. He knew it would be a while before he saw Kurt again. He barely had time to say goodbye before Mercedes dragged Kurt, who was giving her a ride, out the door, without letting Blaine even give him a hug goodbye. Blaine sighed and made it to his car, sad that the little time they had together had passed by so quickly, with the blink of an eye.
***
It was a long time before he heard from Kurt again. He remembered seeing an overjoyed Facebook status declaring that Kurt’s father and girlfriend, mother of Kurt’s classmate and fellow glee club member, Finn Hudson, were getting married. Kurt was apparently planning the wedding, which Blaine knew would be a dream come true to him.
He remembered receiving an invitation to the wedding, which just happened to be the same weekend as a large ski trip the Dalton boys were taking. He’d already committed to the trip months in advance, and he was sure that his situation would not be helped if he blew off his friends for the wedding of the parent of a gay kid and his somewhat-friend, both from a different school, namely one that contained their main competition for Sectionals. Blaine was disappointed that he couldn’t attend, though he couldn’t lie, he did enjoy the ski trip very much. Kurt filled him in on all of the details over the phone, anyway. The wedding sounded totally awesome, and Kurt seemed to be very excited about it.
However, the excitement vanished as quickly as it had come as Kurt changed the subject of the conversation, changing it to Dave Karofsky. Simply the name made Blaine ripple with hatred. This was the douche who tormented his little Kurt, for no reason other than to just pick on him.
“I hope something bad happened to that asshole.” Blaine growled, after Kurt had said he had news regarding Dave.
“He got expelled.” Kurt said, the relief heavy in his voice.
“No way! Kurt, that’s amazing! Dude, everything’s gonna get better, I promise.” Blaine said happily, not sure exactly what he should say. It seemed to be enough for Kurt, though.
“Thanks, Blaine. You’re amazing.” Kurt said, the sincerity in his voice making the guilt in Blaine’s stomach turn into a gripping pain.
“Yeah, you too.” He said weakly. Kurt bid a cheerful farewell, promising to call again soon so that they could make plans.
Blaine slammed his cell phone down on his side table, groaning. It’s not that he didn’t love Kurt, and he wasn’t happy for him. He was just feeling so overly guilty, which was never a good thing. He started worrying. What if Kurt found out he wasn’t really gay? How would he find out, anyway? The possibilities were endless. Blaine knew lots of people, and a simple slip of the tongue could rat him out. Kurt may have been bubbly, but he was not dumb. He would put two and two together, and Blaine would be dead. He couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t lose Kurt.
***
Blaine sat in AP French that afternoon, reciting idly. All of the others in his class were seniors, and he was bored out of his mind. He’d known French practically since birth, since his mother had excelled in it. He sailed through French 1-4, and AP was no harder. He stared blankly at his teacher, who droned on, pronouncing everything wrong, resisting the urge to audibly groan. There was a knock at the door, and Blaine silently prayed that it was someone who would take him out of class. They were discussing sentence structure, and he was nearly asleep.
The teacher, Mr. Marlow, opened the door, and in walked Kurt Hummel.
Part 3