The One Where Blaine Screws Up A Lot
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fleurdeliseebckpTitle: The One Where Blaine Screws Up A Lot
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fleurdelisee
Word Count: ~12,400
Rating: R
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
POV: 3rd, Blaine-centric
Summary: Blaine has some issues with not being an ass to everyone.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Spoilers: None that I can think of, unless, for some reason, you don’t know Blaine and Dalton Academy exist… Well, the leaked video for Baby It’s Cold Outside.
Beta:xiexiegirl
Author’s Note:I have no willpower. Blame Special Education for showing us a totally uncool Blaine and a reform-school-ish Dalton. My brain had to deal with it in some way. This happened. Go give a lot of cookies to the totally awesomexiexiegirl for dealing with me and not complaining when I kept sending her bits of fic on MSN. Keep an eye out for Author Note Part Deux at the end. Also, I am absolutely unable to not write angst. I’m sorry.
It may not look like it, but Blaine was trying not to be too jittery that morning over breakfast. He was truly, genuinely trying to look calm. They should appreciate how much effort he was putting into this. It was completely uncalled for when David threatened to drown him in his Corn Flakes if he didn’t stop bouncing his leg or drumming a rhythm on the table.
He could not tell them why he was so nervous. Telling them that he was eager and nervous and terrified and excited and freaking out over Kurt arriving later that day would give away everything he was working so hard to hide. There was no way anyone could know how much he loved him. He had a reputation and pride and did not need to give them a reason to make fun of him and his infatuations. He had learned his lesson with Alessandro, the exchange student, the year before.
“Hey, didn’t you say that kid from Lima was starting today?” Justin asked, momentarily paralysing Blaine.
“Hum—yeah. He’s going to be there for our first period. He’s like, a genius of French or something, they put him a year ahead.”
“I see.” The emphasis made Blaine even more nervous.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Did he sound defensive? He was not defensive. If he sounded defensive, it was not intentional.
“Jeez, nothing Blaine, relax.” So he sounded defensive. Shit.
He walled himself in a frustrated silence that extended way into their first period. He was trying to focus on the class but it was hard when he knew Kurt could walk in at any moment. He had texted him, half an hour earlier, saying he was stuck filling tons of paperwork with his dad.
When the door opened and Kurt walked in, looking awkward and out of place, Blaine could not hold back his grin. This caused Wes to roll his eyes and him. Blaine glared at him before turning his attention back to Kurt. He was talking with their teacher, holding his textbook close to his chest. Kurt caught Blaine’s eyes and reciprocated the smile, adding a small wave. Their teacher noticed and seconds later, sent Kurt to sit behind Blaine.
It turned out that years of public education had turned Kurt into a master in the art of passing notes without being noticed. Blaine opened the tightly folded piece of paper and bit back a smile. Kurt’s handwriting was neat and rounded, like that of a girl.
Hey. You didn’t warn me these uniforms were the single most uncomfortable thing in the world. Are the pants supposed to itch so much or am I allergic to whatever the hell they are made of? Anyway, don’t answer, I have a feeling you are very bad at subtly passing notes. I just wanted to say ‘hi’. So, hi. :)
When the class ended, Kurt stood by his desk as he gathered his things. Blaine caught James eyes on him and didn’t miss the wink the other boy sent his way, nor the waggling of eyebrows. Blaine only glared back. It seemed like it would be his best mean of communication for the day.
As soon as he was up on his feet, Kurt hooked his arm with his and began talking at the speed of light. Blaine could feel the stares as they walked down the hallway. Kurt seemed oblivious to them but it kind of figured. He had learned to ignore them.
“Hey, let me see your timetable. Maybe we have more classes together,” Blaine said hurriedly, unhooking their arms to take the piece of paper Kurt handed him. He was trying hard to sound normal.
“I’m a year younger. We won’t. Are you okay, Blaine? You look weird.” Kurt sounded concerned, which did nothing to calm down Blaine.
“No, don’t worry. I’m fine. Hey, I have to go. Your next class is right over there. I’ll see you at lunch.”
Blaine sped away, leaving a confused looking Kurt standing in the middle of the hallway. He entered his next classroom and headed straight to his desk, sitting down and taking a deep breath.
“You’re not with—hum. That kid from Lima.” It was Justin again.
“Kurt. He has a name.”
“Oh, sorry. You’re not with Kurt?”
“No, he’s in Geography.”
“I see.”
Blaine frowned at him, getting ready to snap something particularly vicious at him, when David and Wes arrived.
“Hey, look who’s coming. Merry and Pippin,” he said instead, trying to lighten his own mood.
“Where’s Christopher Robin?” Wes asked.
“Geography,” Justin answer immediately.
Blaine stared at his friends as they very obviously knew who they were talking about. He, personally, was lost.
“Who the hell is Christopher Robin?” he finally asked when none of them looked like they were going to specify it.
“You know. That kid. Kurt,” Justin said dismissively.
“Christopher Robin? The kid in Winnie The Pooh? Okay, at least my nicknames are from cool things.”
“Says who?” David was clearly teasing him.
For some reason, Blaine found his friends very infuriating that day. He decided to only roll his eyes and ignore him. He had better things to do than listen to them, like sharpen his pencils.
“Hey, tell Von Trapp to come to rehearsal tonight. We’ve agreed to let him in the club.”
“His name is Kurt Hummel,” Blaine hissed, not looking away from his neatly sharpened pencils. “And you sound like you’re the head of some sort of elitist secret society.”
“Well. We’re not secret but you know very well that not everyone gets into the Warblers. He’ll have to prove his worth, of course, but his previous experience in a similar club has influenced our decision to let him in on trial.”
“Wes, you’re an ass. I thought you’d like to know,” Blaine snapped, definitely annoyed now.
“And you’re in such a good mood, today, Blaine. It’s astounding. We all thought having your boyfriend over here would be a positive thing.”
“For the seven millionth time, he’s not my boyfriend.”
“Blaine. We’re joking. You know, the thing we do all day, every day? We’re doing it right now. Stop taking everything personally.”
Blaine sighed and dropped his head on his desk.
“I’m sorry,” he moaned. “I know I’m horrible today. I just want Kurt’s first day to be okay. Is that such a terrible thing? I’m trying to be the cool mentor-thing Fred and George were with me when I transferred.”
“Well, start by relaxing. Also, Harry Potter?” David asked, sounding unsure.
“Yes. Gosh, you still haven’t read them? You borrowed my books a year ago. You suck.”
“You wish.”
Blaine raised his head in time to see David winking at him before going to his seat. He had completely forgotten there was a reason why he was staying in this class, other than to be relentlessly teased by his friends.
His phone vibrated in his pocket halfway through the lesson. He discreetly pulled it out of his pocket and smiled at the screen.
Was this teacher there when the Earth was formed? Because he looks old enough for this. I think I fell asleep four times since he began telling us about stratified rocks. – kurt
Blaine could not help but find how Kurt used perfect capitalisation in text messages endearing. He was about to reply when he caught his teacher’s eyes on him. He quickly put the phone back in his pocket and focused on what he was supposed to be reading.
Kurt was waiting for him outside his classroom.
“Did you get my text?”
“Yes,” Blaine said, walking to the cafeteria with him.
“You didn’t reply.” Kurt sounded a little bit hurt.
“I couldn’t, the teacher stared at me for the entire lesson. I think she suspected something. Sorry.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Kurt said enthusiastically. Blaine expected him to take his arm again but he surprisingly did not. It saddened Blaine a bit to think Kurt had understood his awkward action earlier.
Kurt kept talking all the time they were waiting in line to get their food. He was doing a lot of hand gestures and was sort of loud, which made Blaine uneasy. He was unsure whether Kurt was louder than usual or if he were just paranoid. He could not ignore the way the other students looked at them. Kurt, in a very Kurt fashion, did not seem to notice anything.
“—and you absolutely have to see this article. I kept it for you. I would go as far as saying it’s Cosmo’s best this year. Yes, I know, it’s a bold statement but it’s that good, Blaine. Oh, hi! I’m Kurt.”
Blaine sombrely sat down as Kurt introduced himself to his friends. David whispered ‘Cosmopolitan’ with a laugh so only Blaine could hear it. Blaine punched his arm and rolled his eyes, shrugging.
Kurt immediately got along with his friends, which considerably lightened his mood. Or, well, it did until Kurt excused himself and left the table and he heard them talking about him. They were not mean, as per say, but Blaine could sense how they had reserves about him. They were not quite sure he was as fantastic as Blaine had depicted him to be.
“It’s not that he’s not nice, Blaine, no,” Kyle tried to explain. “He’s just—there. You know?”
Yeah, Blaine knew. He was exactly what no one was at Dalton; passionate, loud and expressive.
“He’s refreshing,” Wes noted. “But that’s always like that with fresh meat. We’ll see how he’ll be once he’s settled in.”
“You mean once Dalton has erased every parcel of individuality he ever had,” Blaine said darkly.
“It’s not that bad, come on.”
Blaine could have argued that yes, it was, and he himself was the best example but he preferred leaving them alone to debate over whether Kurt was a cool guy or not to find him.
Kurt was sitting in the library, looking outside the window with a textbook opened in his lap. Blaine sat in the armchair in front of his and smiled when Kurt looked at him.
“Hey,” he whispered.
“Hi,” Kurt whispered back, closing his textbook and crossing his hands over it.
“You ran away.”
“I didn’t exactly feel welcome,” he answered sourly.
“Ignore them, they’re really awful lately, with midterms and everything. You have nothing to worry about, you’re awesome.”
Kurt gave him a lop-sided smile and raised his eyebrows before leaning back in his chair and looking outside again. They stayed in silence for a while, Blaine studying Kurt’s face as he resolutely stared out the window. Blaine could swear he saw a faint blush on Kurt’s cheeks when he noticed Blaine looking at him.
“I really want to read this article, by the way.”
Kurt looked back at him. “Stop by my room tonight, then. I’ll have it ready for you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a class in ten minutes and I’m not sure I know where it is.”
“I’ll walk you there.” Blaine jumped to his feet and pried the timetable out of Kurt’s hand to see the room number.
They walked in silence, which startled Blaine. He could not remember a moment spent with Kurt when either of them had not been talking non-stop.
“Don’t forget, Warblers rehearsal at four in the seniors common. See you then!” Blaine patted Kurt’s arm and gave him a bright smile before walking away.
---
The rehearsal was even worse than what Blaine had dreaded. Wes put on his Head Bitch in Charge attitude and Blaine could almost hear Kurt’s expectations, dreams and self-esteem shattering. He tried to meet his eyes to show him his support as he handed Kurt Pavarotti’s cage but it was useless. By the time the meeting ended, Kurt looked thoroughly miserable.
Minutes later, he was receiving a text message from Kurt telling him to forget about meeting in his room that night, that he was tired and wanted to go to bed early. This led to Blaine begging Wes, David and Justin to let Kurt audition for a solo for Sectionals.
“He won’t get it. It will only bring him down,” Justin argued.
“Maybe not but it will show him that we’re not some sort of tyrannical club.”
“No, Blaine, you’re right. Let him audition. We have never heard him sing. It’ll be his audition for The Warblers as well. I really hope for you he’s good or we’ll have to kick him out,” Wes said after a moment.
Blaine stared at his friends for a long time, not saying anything. He could hardly believe what he was hearing.
“Oh, don’t look like so offended, Blaine. You’re as harsh with people who want to get in as we are right now, usually. You’re upset because it’s your beloved Kurt we’re talking about.”
“I’m not.”
“Pff, make me laugh. The last kid who wanted to get in, you said he sounded worse than—”
“Don’t finish this sentence, David. I remember what I said, thank you. You still could be easier on him. You don’t know what he’s been through.”
“Oh, poor little soul. Do we need to name every guy who ended up here after being bullied? I don’t know what’s taken you, Blaine, but you’re being kind of an idiot lately. You go tell Kurt he has an audition and you hope he’s good. This conversation is over.”
“You really are an ass, Wes,” he said before storming away.
“I’m always an ass, it’s you who’s being uptight and getting worked up over it!” Wes called after him.
Blaine considered going to see Kurt but he figured he was not welcome. He did not want to give the impression that he had no qualms about showing up unannounced. He paced up and down a corridor for a moment, not knowing what to do. He was too worked up to do any homework and way too angry to go back to his friends. It was either pace the hallway or go listen to his roommate argue on the phone with his girlfriend.
He had to stop when the janitor threatened to leave his mop in his bed if he made a hole in the carpet with his pacing. He locked himself in his room and decided to sulk for the rest of the evening, his roommate be damned.
The next morning, he caught up with Kurt as he was going down the stairs to tell him about his solo. Kurt looked really excited about it and Blaine had to leave his side quickly before his face gave him away. He could only fake a smile for so long before it started looking fake.
In fact, Blaine avoided Kurt for the entire day and the next. He felt incredibly uneasy and awkward around him and he thought Kurt could notice. He did not know how to act so he would rather stay away completely.
He managed to give Kurt an encouraging smile before the boy stood up for his audition. And then his mind was blown away. He had never heard Kurt sing; or at least, never heard him sing seriously. There had been ridiculous sing-alongs in his car and one failed attempt at karaoke on a Wii but other than that, nothing.
Blaine could not look away from Kurt as he sang. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. In his state of complete awe, he still managed to catch certain phrases that Kurt was obviously directing at him, such as ‘don’t keep your distance’. The message could not be clearer and a wave of guilt washed over Blaine. He met Kurt’s eyes and gave him a half-smile. Kurt raised his eyebrow and haughtily sat down on the couch, crossing his legs and joining his hands on his knee.
Blaine left the room with the rest of the Warblers to go discuss the three auditions they had heard. He stopped trying to argue when it was obvious Kurt was not moving up. Even his repeated ‘he’s a countertenor, a countertenor’ were of no use.
“Hey, at least we’re keeping him,” David said as they started leaving.
“I sure hope so. I saw your face, and Wes’. You’re impressed.”
“We are. But he needs experience and he needs to learn how to blend in, to be part of the team. He won’t make it as a Warbler if all he wants is to get noticed. Try telling him that and maybe Wes will like him better. See you later, Blaine.”
Blaine watched his friend leave and sighed, realising he had to break it down to Kurt that he had done all of this for nothing. He took a deep breath, painted a smile on his face and went back to the other room where the three boys were waiting anxiously.
---
It went better than he expected. He repeated to Kurt everything David had told him about blending in and Kurt did not look too hurt. He tried meeting his eyes a few times but Kurt looked away as soon as he did. Blaine was convinced, as he left, that deep down, he had hurt Kurt. The other boy was just very good at hiding anything he did not want people to know. It looked like he was up for another evening of sulking.
It took him three days to build up the courage to knock on Kurt’s door.
“It’s open!” he heard him call from inside and he slowly opened the door. Kurt was sitting cross-legged on his bed, his laptop resting in front of him. “Oh, hi Blaine,” he said and shut the lid of the computer.
“Hey, Kurt. Can I come in?”
“You already are in. Take a seat.”
Blaine let out a nervous laugh and sat down on Kurt’s desk chair. He pondered a moment on how he had not seen his own desk chair since the first week of the school year. It was lost under clothes and books.
“Why are you here?” Kurt asked after a moment of silence. He did not sound rude or frustrated; he was simply curious.
“It’s been a while since we’ve spent some time together,” Blaine answered, knowing that his phrasing was cowardly. It was his fault if they had not been together.
“You tell me.” Kurt met his eyes and held his gaze for a while. Blaine could feel the butterflies in his stomach as he stared into the green-blue-gray irises. “So, what do you want to do? You’re not with your friends?”
“No, they’re boring. And I don’t know, just, you know, hang out.” Blaine shrugged and smiled at Kurt. The unease was gone the second Kurt smiled back.
“Oh, wait, I know,” Kurt exclaimed before jumping off his bed.
He leaned over Blaine – who maybe sort of deeply breathed in Kurt’s scent – and retrieved a magazine from his desk.
“Read this. It’s the one I was telling you about.” He dropped the magazine in Blaine’s lap and leaned against his desk, right by Blaine’s side to wait while he read.
Blaine glanced at Kurt’s thin body so close to him and quickly looked down at the magazine. He could not take in the words, not with Kurt right there.
“You’re not even reading it,” Kurt commented after a moment.
“I’m sorry, I’m really tired and I can’t focus,” Blaine whined, happy to see that Kurt rolled his eyes, a sign he believed him.
“Well keep it and read it later.” Kurt went back to his bed, graciously sitting down and bringing his legs up, his back against the wall and his arms around his knees.
Blaine looked at him for a moment, not talking. It was the second time he was with Kurt and none of them talked. This time, though, the silence was comfortable.
“Hey,” Kurt said after a while. “Come sit here. This chair is terrible for your back.” He motioned for the empty space next to him with his head.
Blaine climbed on his bed and sat Indian style with his back to the wall. His arm was about an inch away from Kurt’s. He could feel the warmth radiating from his skin.
“You’re unusually quiet.” Kurt almost spoke in a whisper. “There’s something bothering you and you’re not telling me about it. I’m almost hurt.” Blaine shrugged, bumping his shoulder against Kurt’s. He tentatively stayed pressed up to him and when Kurt said nothing, he relaxed and did not move away. “You’re avoiding me and you’re acting weird. Have I done something wrong? You used to be really nice to me and then suddenly you were this cold guy and I can hardly recognise you.”
“It’s not you,” Blaine whispered, staring down at his hands. “I’ve been out of it lately, I’m sorry. But let’s not talk about me. Let’s talk about you. So, Dalton.” Blaine wiggled his eyebrows at Kurt, who laughed before sighing and shrugging.
“It’s different. Not good different or bad different. Just different. I need to get used to this new energy. Not fearing for my survival all the time will take some time adjusting to. I miss my friends and the people here are—different.”
Blaine turned his head to give him a comforting smile.
“It’s normal to miss them. I was—it was not pretty when I transferred. I cried a lot.”
“Oh, good. I thought I was crazy for crying at night,” Kurt whispered and Blaine could not resist any longer, he wrapped his arm around his shoulders.
“You are totally not crazy, Kurt. I think I cried every night for two weeks. My roommate was so worried. He kept telling people I was broken and he even had his girlfriend come in to check on me.”
“Well, my roommate lets me cry without bothering me with questions. I think, though, that I’ve seen him peck at his food with concern, one night.”
As if on cue, Pavarotti chirped loudly. They both laughed and Blaine felt Kurt leaning against him.
“Thank you,” Kurt let out softly after a moment of comfortable silence.
“What for?”
“Being you.”
“Aw, you’re too sweet!” Blaine said in a cheesy voice, squeezing Kurt’s shoulder.
“Forget it,” Kurt said, moving out and away from Blaine’s grip.
It took Blaine by surprise and he looked at Kurt with a frown for a moment. The other boy was busy picking the lint off his socks, very obviously wanting the conversation to move on and waiting for Blaine to make it happen.
“I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?” he questioned.
“No, it’s fine. I’m just—no. Never mind.”
“Okay… Oh. I know. Sectionals. We chose a song and I think you’ll love it.”
Blaine sat on his knees to explain to Kurt why they had chosen that specific song, putting a lot of movement and emotion in his speech in hopes it would take Kurt out of his unexpected sad mood.
“—and we’ve moved you to the second row, right behind me, because of your voice – they were really impressed, by the way – and right next to David. You’ll love it. I know you’re not a fan of risers so you’ll be really happy to know you’re not on one for most of the song. And that’s it. We’re teaching you guys the choreography starting Monday.”
Kurt did a half-smile and nodded before letting himself fall on his back and putting the palm of his hands on his eyes.
“Kurt?” Blaine asked, leaning forward.
“Mm?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m comfortable.”
“Yeah?” Blaine asked, moving forward on the bed to get closer to Kurt. He could not resist the temptation.
He acted before Kurt could see it coming. His hands found Kurt’s sides and he began tickling him. Immediately, the younger boy curled up on himself and began giggling, trying to get away from Blaine. He was begging for him to stop in between his fits of giggles, kicking and pushing him away, to no avail.
“You’re smiling! You’re smiling! You’re not sad anymore! I’m the best! I made you smile! I succeeded!” Blaine exclaimed, still tickling Kurt, who was now out of breath and red in the face.
“Is everything okay in here?”
Blaine stopped and the two boys looked up to see Wes and David standing in the doorway. Blaine moved away quickly, sitting back on his heels and straightening his clothes. Kurt was still lying on his side, panting and wiping his teary eyes.
“Yeah, everything is fine,” he answered coldly.
“Were you tickling him?” Wes asked, clearly amused.
“Yeah, to annoy him. You know.” Blaine shrugged.
He did not miss the frown that appeared on Kurt’s face as he sat up.
“Yeah, sure, whatever. Hey, we’re all in the commons, if you want to join us.”
“I’ll be right there,” Blaine answered, getting off the bed to put his shoes on. Wes and David left, leaving Blaine alone with a cross looking Kurt. “Do you want to come along?”
“No, I have to catch up in most of my classes. I guess I’ll see you later?” Kurt had walked him to the door and opened it. He was now standing in the doorway. It looked like he was making sure Blaine could not walk back in. “Bye.”
---
Sectionals came before Blaine could realise it. He lost sight of Kurt once they arrived at the auditorium. It had been a week since the last time they had had a real conversation. He suspected Kurt to be mad at him but he was not entirely sure why. Added to this was the fact that Kurt had befriended people in his classes and he chose to hang out with them over the Warblers. Blaine could not blame him but it still made him feel unreasonably jealous anytime this one particular guy flirted with Kurt.
Blaine finally located Kurt in the distance, sitting at the bar and discussing with a girl. He was about to walk up to him when someone blocked his path.
“Oh, hi Mercedes! It’s been a while!” He started moving in to hug her but her face stopped him. “Am I in trouble?”
“You bet you are. I don’t know what you’re doing or what’s wrong with you private school kids but you stop messing with my boy’s head right now. If he calls me one more time sounding so upset he can barely talk, I swear on my mother’s head I will cut you. Understood, white boy?”
“I—seriously don’t know what you’re talking about. I swear, Mercedes.” He took a step back, just to be sure. She really looked infuriated.
“Don’t play stupid with me. You know what you have to do.” She stormed away without another word.
“No! I don’t! I actually don’t!” he called after her but she did not turn around.
“Oh, snap,” David said, having appeared next to him out of thin air. “Someone’s in trouble. You will need to learn not to pick crushes with fierce Black friends. You just don’t have what it takes to stand up to an angry sister, man. You’re shit out of luck. Now go tell Pinocchio we need to get backstage, okay?”
“Alright, Tweedle-Dee,” Blaine said roughly before walking up to Kurt.
Before he got there, he remembered something and quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket.
I don’t have a crush on him.
As he was heading backstage with Kurt, he received David’s answer: ‘The believable delay for denial is thirty seconds.
Their performances went well. They were up to their usual standards of excellence – Wes’ words – and the crowd gave them a standing ovation. Kurt blended in perfectly with the rest of them, his voice barely noticeable among the others—exactly what an a cappella group needed. Blaine put a lot of energy in Hey Soul Sister, trying to get Kurt to realise that the song was basically aimed at him without having to tell him.
He was not – no matter what Wes and David liked to believe – so deeply in love with him that he would openly serenade him. He could, nonetheless, hint some sentences at Kurt; namely the part about having his mind blown or the one about wanting the world to see them be together. He could only pray that Kurt would understand it was about him.
Winning in a tie was unexpected but he had to admit that New Directions were very good. Not better than them, of course not, but on par. The ride back to Dalton was spent in a loud state of euphoria, all of them singing and cheering about moving on the Regionals. The year before, they had been beaten by Vocal Adrenaline. It was a nice boost to be able to proceed to the next level that year.
The Warblers all packed in the seniors common to celebrate their victory but Blaine noticed Kurt heading back to the dorms.
“You’re not staying with us? It’s your victory, too!” Blaine told him once he took him aside, away from the loud cheers.
“I’d rather go meet with my friends. We have a test to revise for. But you go have fun, okay?”
“Hey, Kurt, is something wrong?”
Kurt shrugged and forced a smile.
“It’s been a long week. I need rest. Don’t let me hold you back. Go with your friends and have fun.”
“They’re your friends, too.” Kurt huffed and rolled his eyes. “No! I’m serious! Come on.” Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s shoulders and steered him to the common room.
Kurt sat down in an armchair next to Blaine and crossed his legs, looking like he’d rather be somewhere else. Eventually, though, the cheery atmosphere won him over and he was laughing and joking with everyone else.
“Well, Kurt, I’m glad to see you’re part of the team, now,” Wes said, clapping him on the back with a huge smile. “You’re kind of awesome. I guess I misjudged you. I don’t say this to everyone. Appreciate it.”
“Thanks, Wes,” he replied, smiling widely.
“Yeah, it’s good that you’re not loud and, you know, that you don’t stand out so much now,” Blaine continued, his smile mirroring Wes’.
Kurt’s face fell and he tensed.
“I’m sorry if I ever embarrassed you with my personality, Blaine. At least I have one,” Kurt snapped and got up, storming out of the now completely silent room.
“Smooth, Blaine. Forget about getting in his pants, now,” Justin commented flippantly.
“Yeah, it’s a wonder he puts up with you. You’re always an ass when he’s around. I don’t know what’s wrong with you. I really hope you’re nicer when you two are alone, otherwise he must really love you to endure you.”
Part Two
Author:
fleurdeliseeWord Count: ~12,400
Rating: R
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
POV: 3rd, Blaine-centric
Summary: Blaine has some issues with not being an ass to everyone.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Spoilers: None that I can think of, unless, for some reason, you don’t know Blaine and Dalton Academy exist… Well, the leaked video for Baby It’s Cold Outside.
Beta:
xiexiegirlAuthor’s Note:I have no willpower. Blame Special Education for showing us a totally uncool Blaine and a reform-school-ish Dalton. My brain had to deal with it in some way. This happened. Go give a lot of cookies to the totally awesome
xiexiegirl for dealing with me and not complaining when I kept sending her bits of fic on MSN. Keep an eye out for Author Note Part Deux at the end. Also, I am absolutely unable to not write angst. I’m sorry.It may not look like it, but Blaine was trying not to be too jittery that morning over breakfast. He was truly, genuinely trying to look calm. They should appreciate how much effort he was putting into this. It was completely uncalled for when David threatened to drown him in his Corn Flakes if he didn’t stop bouncing his leg or drumming a rhythm on the table.
He could not tell them why he was so nervous. Telling them that he was eager and nervous and terrified and excited and freaking out over Kurt arriving later that day would give away everything he was working so hard to hide. There was no way anyone could know how much he loved him. He had a reputation and pride and did not need to give them a reason to make fun of him and his infatuations. He had learned his lesson with Alessandro, the exchange student, the year before.
“Hey, didn’t you say that kid from Lima was starting today?” Justin asked, momentarily paralysing Blaine.
“Hum—yeah. He’s going to be there for our first period. He’s like, a genius of French or something, they put him a year ahead.”
“I see.” The emphasis made Blaine even more nervous.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Did he sound defensive? He was not defensive. If he sounded defensive, it was not intentional.
“Jeez, nothing Blaine, relax.” So he sounded defensive. Shit.
He walled himself in a frustrated silence that extended way into their first period. He was trying to focus on the class but it was hard when he knew Kurt could walk in at any moment. He had texted him, half an hour earlier, saying he was stuck filling tons of paperwork with his dad.
When the door opened and Kurt walked in, looking awkward and out of place, Blaine could not hold back his grin. This caused Wes to roll his eyes and him. Blaine glared at him before turning his attention back to Kurt. He was talking with their teacher, holding his textbook close to his chest. Kurt caught Blaine’s eyes and reciprocated the smile, adding a small wave. Their teacher noticed and seconds later, sent Kurt to sit behind Blaine.
It turned out that years of public education had turned Kurt into a master in the art of passing notes without being noticed. Blaine opened the tightly folded piece of paper and bit back a smile. Kurt’s handwriting was neat and rounded, like that of a girl.
Hey. You didn’t warn me these uniforms were the single most uncomfortable thing in the world. Are the pants supposed to itch so much or am I allergic to whatever the hell they are made of? Anyway, don’t answer, I have a feeling you are very bad at subtly passing notes. I just wanted to say ‘hi’. So, hi. :)
When the class ended, Kurt stood by his desk as he gathered his things. Blaine caught James eyes on him and didn’t miss the wink the other boy sent his way, nor the waggling of eyebrows. Blaine only glared back. It seemed like it would be his best mean of communication for the day.
As soon as he was up on his feet, Kurt hooked his arm with his and began talking at the speed of light. Blaine could feel the stares as they walked down the hallway. Kurt seemed oblivious to them but it kind of figured. He had learned to ignore them.
“Hey, let me see your timetable. Maybe we have more classes together,” Blaine said hurriedly, unhooking their arms to take the piece of paper Kurt handed him. He was trying hard to sound normal.
“I’m a year younger. We won’t. Are you okay, Blaine? You look weird.” Kurt sounded concerned, which did nothing to calm down Blaine.
“No, don’t worry. I’m fine. Hey, I have to go. Your next class is right over there. I’ll see you at lunch.”
Blaine sped away, leaving a confused looking Kurt standing in the middle of the hallway. He entered his next classroom and headed straight to his desk, sitting down and taking a deep breath.
“You’re not with—hum. That kid from Lima.” It was Justin again.
“Kurt. He has a name.”
“Oh, sorry. You’re not with Kurt?”
“No, he’s in Geography.”
“I see.”
Blaine frowned at him, getting ready to snap something particularly vicious at him, when David and Wes arrived.
“Hey, look who’s coming. Merry and Pippin,” he said instead, trying to lighten his own mood.
“Where’s Christopher Robin?” Wes asked.
“Geography,” Justin answer immediately.
Blaine stared at his friends as they very obviously knew who they were talking about. He, personally, was lost.
“Who the hell is Christopher Robin?” he finally asked when none of them looked like they were going to specify it.
“You know. That kid. Kurt,” Justin said dismissively.
“Christopher Robin? The kid in Winnie The Pooh? Okay, at least my nicknames are from cool things.”
“Says who?” David was clearly teasing him.
For some reason, Blaine found his friends very infuriating that day. He decided to only roll his eyes and ignore him. He had better things to do than listen to them, like sharpen his pencils.
“Hey, tell Von Trapp to come to rehearsal tonight. We’ve agreed to let him in the club.”
“His name is Kurt Hummel,” Blaine hissed, not looking away from his neatly sharpened pencils. “And you sound like you’re the head of some sort of elitist secret society.”
“Well. We’re not secret but you know very well that not everyone gets into the Warblers. He’ll have to prove his worth, of course, but his previous experience in a similar club has influenced our decision to let him in on trial.”
“Wes, you’re an ass. I thought you’d like to know,” Blaine snapped, definitely annoyed now.
“And you’re in such a good mood, today, Blaine. It’s astounding. We all thought having your boyfriend over here would be a positive thing.”
“For the seven millionth time, he’s not my boyfriend.”
“Blaine. We’re joking. You know, the thing we do all day, every day? We’re doing it right now. Stop taking everything personally.”
Blaine sighed and dropped his head on his desk.
“I’m sorry,” he moaned. “I know I’m horrible today. I just want Kurt’s first day to be okay. Is that such a terrible thing? I’m trying to be the cool mentor-thing Fred and George were with me when I transferred.”
“Well, start by relaxing. Also, Harry Potter?” David asked, sounding unsure.
“Yes. Gosh, you still haven’t read them? You borrowed my books a year ago. You suck.”
“You wish.”
Blaine raised his head in time to see David winking at him before going to his seat. He had completely forgotten there was a reason why he was staying in this class, other than to be relentlessly teased by his friends.
His phone vibrated in his pocket halfway through the lesson. He discreetly pulled it out of his pocket and smiled at the screen.
Was this teacher there when the Earth was formed? Because he looks old enough for this. I think I fell asleep four times since he began telling us about stratified rocks. – kurt
Blaine could not help but find how Kurt used perfect capitalisation in text messages endearing. He was about to reply when he caught his teacher’s eyes on him. He quickly put the phone back in his pocket and focused on what he was supposed to be reading.
Kurt was waiting for him outside his classroom.
“Did you get my text?”
“Yes,” Blaine said, walking to the cafeteria with him.
“You didn’t reply.” Kurt sounded a little bit hurt.
“I couldn’t, the teacher stared at me for the entire lesson. I think she suspected something. Sorry.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Kurt said enthusiastically. Blaine expected him to take his arm again but he surprisingly did not. It saddened Blaine a bit to think Kurt had understood his awkward action earlier.
Kurt kept talking all the time they were waiting in line to get their food. He was doing a lot of hand gestures and was sort of loud, which made Blaine uneasy. He was unsure whether Kurt was louder than usual or if he were just paranoid. He could not ignore the way the other students looked at them. Kurt, in a very Kurt fashion, did not seem to notice anything.
“—and you absolutely have to see this article. I kept it for you. I would go as far as saying it’s Cosmo’s best this year. Yes, I know, it’s a bold statement but it’s that good, Blaine. Oh, hi! I’m Kurt.”
Blaine sombrely sat down as Kurt introduced himself to his friends. David whispered ‘Cosmopolitan’ with a laugh so only Blaine could hear it. Blaine punched his arm and rolled his eyes, shrugging.
Kurt immediately got along with his friends, which considerably lightened his mood. Or, well, it did until Kurt excused himself and left the table and he heard them talking about him. They were not mean, as per say, but Blaine could sense how they had reserves about him. They were not quite sure he was as fantastic as Blaine had depicted him to be.
“It’s not that he’s not nice, Blaine, no,” Kyle tried to explain. “He’s just—there. You know?”
Yeah, Blaine knew. He was exactly what no one was at Dalton; passionate, loud and expressive.
“He’s refreshing,” Wes noted. “But that’s always like that with fresh meat. We’ll see how he’ll be once he’s settled in.”
“You mean once Dalton has erased every parcel of individuality he ever had,” Blaine said darkly.
“It’s not that bad, come on.”
Blaine could have argued that yes, it was, and he himself was the best example but he preferred leaving them alone to debate over whether Kurt was a cool guy or not to find him.
Kurt was sitting in the library, looking outside the window with a textbook opened in his lap. Blaine sat in the armchair in front of his and smiled when Kurt looked at him.
“Hey,” he whispered.
“Hi,” Kurt whispered back, closing his textbook and crossing his hands over it.
“You ran away.”
“I didn’t exactly feel welcome,” he answered sourly.
“Ignore them, they’re really awful lately, with midterms and everything. You have nothing to worry about, you’re awesome.”
Kurt gave him a lop-sided smile and raised his eyebrows before leaning back in his chair and looking outside again. They stayed in silence for a while, Blaine studying Kurt’s face as he resolutely stared out the window. Blaine could swear he saw a faint blush on Kurt’s cheeks when he noticed Blaine looking at him.
“I really want to read this article, by the way.”
Kurt looked back at him. “Stop by my room tonight, then. I’ll have it ready for you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a class in ten minutes and I’m not sure I know where it is.”
“I’ll walk you there.” Blaine jumped to his feet and pried the timetable out of Kurt’s hand to see the room number.
They walked in silence, which startled Blaine. He could not remember a moment spent with Kurt when either of them had not been talking non-stop.
“Don’t forget, Warblers rehearsal at four in the seniors common. See you then!” Blaine patted Kurt’s arm and gave him a bright smile before walking away.
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The rehearsal was even worse than what Blaine had dreaded. Wes put on his Head Bitch in Charge attitude and Blaine could almost hear Kurt’s expectations, dreams and self-esteem shattering. He tried to meet his eyes to show him his support as he handed Kurt Pavarotti’s cage but it was useless. By the time the meeting ended, Kurt looked thoroughly miserable.
Minutes later, he was receiving a text message from Kurt telling him to forget about meeting in his room that night, that he was tired and wanted to go to bed early. This led to Blaine begging Wes, David and Justin to let Kurt audition for a solo for Sectionals.
“He won’t get it. It will only bring him down,” Justin argued.
“Maybe not but it will show him that we’re not some sort of tyrannical club.”
“No, Blaine, you’re right. Let him audition. We have never heard him sing. It’ll be his audition for The Warblers as well. I really hope for you he’s good or we’ll have to kick him out,” Wes said after a moment.
Blaine stared at his friends for a long time, not saying anything. He could hardly believe what he was hearing.
“Oh, don’t look like so offended, Blaine. You’re as harsh with people who want to get in as we are right now, usually. You’re upset because it’s your beloved Kurt we’re talking about.”
“I’m not.”
“Pff, make me laugh. The last kid who wanted to get in, you said he sounded worse than—”
“Don’t finish this sentence, David. I remember what I said, thank you. You still could be easier on him. You don’t know what he’s been through.”
“Oh, poor little soul. Do we need to name every guy who ended up here after being bullied? I don’t know what’s taken you, Blaine, but you’re being kind of an idiot lately. You go tell Kurt he has an audition and you hope he’s good. This conversation is over.”
“You really are an ass, Wes,” he said before storming away.
“I’m always an ass, it’s you who’s being uptight and getting worked up over it!” Wes called after him.
Blaine considered going to see Kurt but he figured he was not welcome. He did not want to give the impression that he had no qualms about showing up unannounced. He paced up and down a corridor for a moment, not knowing what to do. He was too worked up to do any homework and way too angry to go back to his friends. It was either pace the hallway or go listen to his roommate argue on the phone with his girlfriend.
He had to stop when the janitor threatened to leave his mop in his bed if he made a hole in the carpet with his pacing. He locked himself in his room and decided to sulk for the rest of the evening, his roommate be damned.
The next morning, he caught up with Kurt as he was going down the stairs to tell him about his solo. Kurt looked really excited about it and Blaine had to leave his side quickly before his face gave him away. He could only fake a smile for so long before it started looking fake.
In fact, Blaine avoided Kurt for the entire day and the next. He felt incredibly uneasy and awkward around him and he thought Kurt could notice. He did not know how to act so he would rather stay away completely.
He managed to give Kurt an encouraging smile before the boy stood up for his audition. And then his mind was blown away. He had never heard Kurt sing; or at least, never heard him sing seriously. There had been ridiculous sing-alongs in his car and one failed attempt at karaoke on a Wii but other than that, nothing.
Blaine could not look away from Kurt as he sang. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. In his state of complete awe, he still managed to catch certain phrases that Kurt was obviously directing at him, such as ‘don’t keep your distance’. The message could not be clearer and a wave of guilt washed over Blaine. He met Kurt’s eyes and gave him a half-smile. Kurt raised his eyebrow and haughtily sat down on the couch, crossing his legs and joining his hands on his knee.
Blaine left the room with the rest of the Warblers to go discuss the three auditions they had heard. He stopped trying to argue when it was obvious Kurt was not moving up. Even his repeated ‘he’s a countertenor, a countertenor’ were of no use.
“Hey, at least we’re keeping him,” David said as they started leaving.
“I sure hope so. I saw your face, and Wes’. You’re impressed.”
“We are. But he needs experience and he needs to learn how to blend in, to be part of the team. He won’t make it as a Warbler if all he wants is to get noticed. Try telling him that and maybe Wes will like him better. See you later, Blaine.”
Blaine watched his friend leave and sighed, realising he had to break it down to Kurt that he had done all of this for nothing. He took a deep breath, painted a smile on his face and went back to the other room where the three boys were waiting anxiously.
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It went better than he expected. He repeated to Kurt everything David had told him about blending in and Kurt did not look too hurt. He tried meeting his eyes a few times but Kurt looked away as soon as he did. Blaine was convinced, as he left, that deep down, he had hurt Kurt. The other boy was just very good at hiding anything he did not want people to know. It looked like he was up for another evening of sulking.
It took him three days to build up the courage to knock on Kurt’s door.
“It’s open!” he heard him call from inside and he slowly opened the door. Kurt was sitting cross-legged on his bed, his laptop resting in front of him. “Oh, hi Blaine,” he said and shut the lid of the computer.
“Hey, Kurt. Can I come in?”
“You already are in. Take a seat.”
Blaine let out a nervous laugh and sat down on Kurt’s desk chair. He pondered a moment on how he had not seen his own desk chair since the first week of the school year. It was lost under clothes and books.
“Why are you here?” Kurt asked after a moment of silence. He did not sound rude or frustrated; he was simply curious.
“It’s been a while since we’ve spent some time together,” Blaine answered, knowing that his phrasing was cowardly. It was his fault if they had not been together.
“You tell me.” Kurt met his eyes and held his gaze for a while. Blaine could feel the butterflies in his stomach as he stared into the green-blue-gray irises. “So, what do you want to do? You’re not with your friends?”
“No, they’re boring. And I don’t know, just, you know, hang out.” Blaine shrugged and smiled at Kurt. The unease was gone the second Kurt smiled back.
“Oh, wait, I know,” Kurt exclaimed before jumping off his bed.
He leaned over Blaine – who maybe sort of deeply breathed in Kurt’s scent – and retrieved a magazine from his desk.
“Read this. It’s the one I was telling you about.” He dropped the magazine in Blaine’s lap and leaned against his desk, right by Blaine’s side to wait while he read.
Blaine glanced at Kurt’s thin body so close to him and quickly looked down at the magazine. He could not take in the words, not with Kurt right there.
“You’re not even reading it,” Kurt commented after a moment.
“I’m sorry, I’m really tired and I can’t focus,” Blaine whined, happy to see that Kurt rolled his eyes, a sign he believed him.
“Well keep it and read it later.” Kurt went back to his bed, graciously sitting down and bringing his legs up, his back against the wall and his arms around his knees.
Blaine looked at him for a moment, not talking. It was the second time he was with Kurt and none of them talked. This time, though, the silence was comfortable.
“Hey,” Kurt said after a while. “Come sit here. This chair is terrible for your back.” He motioned for the empty space next to him with his head.
Blaine climbed on his bed and sat Indian style with his back to the wall. His arm was about an inch away from Kurt’s. He could feel the warmth radiating from his skin.
“You’re unusually quiet.” Kurt almost spoke in a whisper. “There’s something bothering you and you’re not telling me about it. I’m almost hurt.” Blaine shrugged, bumping his shoulder against Kurt’s. He tentatively stayed pressed up to him and when Kurt said nothing, he relaxed and did not move away. “You’re avoiding me and you’re acting weird. Have I done something wrong? You used to be really nice to me and then suddenly you were this cold guy and I can hardly recognise you.”
“It’s not you,” Blaine whispered, staring down at his hands. “I’ve been out of it lately, I’m sorry. But let’s not talk about me. Let’s talk about you. So, Dalton.” Blaine wiggled his eyebrows at Kurt, who laughed before sighing and shrugging.
“It’s different. Not good different or bad different. Just different. I need to get used to this new energy. Not fearing for my survival all the time will take some time adjusting to. I miss my friends and the people here are—different.”
Blaine turned his head to give him a comforting smile.
“It’s normal to miss them. I was—it was not pretty when I transferred. I cried a lot.”
“Oh, good. I thought I was crazy for crying at night,” Kurt whispered and Blaine could not resist any longer, he wrapped his arm around his shoulders.
“You are totally not crazy, Kurt. I think I cried every night for two weeks. My roommate was so worried. He kept telling people I was broken and he even had his girlfriend come in to check on me.”
“Well, my roommate lets me cry without bothering me with questions. I think, though, that I’ve seen him peck at his food with concern, one night.”
As if on cue, Pavarotti chirped loudly. They both laughed and Blaine felt Kurt leaning against him.
“Thank you,” Kurt let out softly after a moment of comfortable silence.
“What for?”
“Being you.”
“Aw, you’re too sweet!” Blaine said in a cheesy voice, squeezing Kurt’s shoulder.
“Forget it,” Kurt said, moving out and away from Blaine’s grip.
It took Blaine by surprise and he looked at Kurt with a frown for a moment. The other boy was busy picking the lint off his socks, very obviously wanting the conversation to move on and waiting for Blaine to make it happen.
“I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?” he questioned.
“No, it’s fine. I’m just—no. Never mind.”
“Okay… Oh. I know. Sectionals. We chose a song and I think you’ll love it.”
Blaine sat on his knees to explain to Kurt why they had chosen that specific song, putting a lot of movement and emotion in his speech in hopes it would take Kurt out of his unexpected sad mood.
“—and we’ve moved you to the second row, right behind me, because of your voice – they were really impressed, by the way – and right next to David. You’ll love it. I know you’re not a fan of risers so you’ll be really happy to know you’re not on one for most of the song. And that’s it. We’re teaching you guys the choreography starting Monday.”
Kurt did a half-smile and nodded before letting himself fall on his back and putting the palm of his hands on his eyes.
“Kurt?” Blaine asked, leaning forward.
“Mm?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m comfortable.”
“Yeah?” Blaine asked, moving forward on the bed to get closer to Kurt. He could not resist the temptation.
He acted before Kurt could see it coming. His hands found Kurt’s sides and he began tickling him. Immediately, the younger boy curled up on himself and began giggling, trying to get away from Blaine. He was begging for him to stop in between his fits of giggles, kicking and pushing him away, to no avail.
“You’re smiling! You’re smiling! You’re not sad anymore! I’m the best! I made you smile! I succeeded!” Blaine exclaimed, still tickling Kurt, who was now out of breath and red in the face.
“Is everything okay in here?”
Blaine stopped and the two boys looked up to see Wes and David standing in the doorway. Blaine moved away quickly, sitting back on his heels and straightening his clothes. Kurt was still lying on his side, panting and wiping his teary eyes.
“Yeah, everything is fine,” he answered coldly.
“Were you tickling him?” Wes asked, clearly amused.
“Yeah, to annoy him. You know.” Blaine shrugged.
He did not miss the frown that appeared on Kurt’s face as he sat up.
“Yeah, sure, whatever. Hey, we’re all in the commons, if you want to join us.”
“I’ll be right there,” Blaine answered, getting off the bed to put his shoes on. Wes and David left, leaving Blaine alone with a cross looking Kurt. “Do you want to come along?”
“No, I have to catch up in most of my classes. I guess I’ll see you later?” Kurt had walked him to the door and opened it. He was now standing in the doorway. It looked like he was making sure Blaine could not walk back in. “Bye.”
---
Sectionals came before Blaine could realise it. He lost sight of Kurt once they arrived at the auditorium. It had been a week since the last time they had had a real conversation. He suspected Kurt to be mad at him but he was not entirely sure why. Added to this was the fact that Kurt had befriended people in his classes and he chose to hang out with them over the Warblers. Blaine could not blame him but it still made him feel unreasonably jealous anytime this one particular guy flirted with Kurt.
Blaine finally located Kurt in the distance, sitting at the bar and discussing with a girl. He was about to walk up to him when someone blocked his path.
“Oh, hi Mercedes! It’s been a while!” He started moving in to hug her but her face stopped him. “Am I in trouble?”
“You bet you are. I don’t know what you’re doing or what’s wrong with you private school kids but you stop messing with my boy’s head right now. If he calls me one more time sounding so upset he can barely talk, I swear on my mother’s head I will cut you. Understood, white boy?”
“I—seriously don’t know what you’re talking about. I swear, Mercedes.” He took a step back, just to be sure. She really looked infuriated.
“Don’t play stupid with me. You know what you have to do.” She stormed away without another word.
“No! I don’t! I actually don’t!” he called after her but she did not turn around.
“Oh, snap,” David said, having appeared next to him out of thin air. “Someone’s in trouble. You will need to learn not to pick crushes with fierce Black friends. You just don’t have what it takes to stand up to an angry sister, man. You’re shit out of luck. Now go tell Pinocchio we need to get backstage, okay?”
“Alright, Tweedle-Dee,” Blaine said roughly before walking up to Kurt.
Before he got there, he remembered something and quickly pulled out his phone from his pocket.
I don’t have a crush on him.
As he was heading backstage with Kurt, he received David’s answer: ‘The believable delay for denial is thirty seconds.
Their performances went well. They were up to their usual standards of excellence – Wes’ words – and the crowd gave them a standing ovation. Kurt blended in perfectly with the rest of them, his voice barely noticeable among the others—exactly what an a cappella group needed. Blaine put a lot of energy in Hey Soul Sister, trying to get Kurt to realise that the song was basically aimed at him without having to tell him.
He was not – no matter what Wes and David liked to believe – so deeply in love with him that he would openly serenade him. He could, nonetheless, hint some sentences at Kurt; namely the part about having his mind blown or the one about wanting the world to see them be together. He could only pray that Kurt would understand it was about him.
Winning in a tie was unexpected but he had to admit that New Directions were very good. Not better than them, of course not, but on par. The ride back to Dalton was spent in a loud state of euphoria, all of them singing and cheering about moving on the Regionals. The year before, they had been beaten by Vocal Adrenaline. It was a nice boost to be able to proceed to the next level that year.
The Warblers all packed in the seniors common to celebrate their victory but Blaine noticed Kurt heading back to the dorms.
“You’re not staying with us? It’s your victory, too!” Blaine told him once he took him aside, away from the loud cheers.
“I’d rather go meet with my friends. We have a test to revise for. But you go have fun, okay?”
“Hey, Kurt, is something wrong?”
Kurt shrugged and forced a smile.
“It’s been a long week. I need rest. Don’t let me hold you back. Go with your friends and have fun.”
“They’re your friends, too.” Kurt huffed and rolled his eyes. “No! I’m serious! Come on.” Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s shoulders and steered him to the common room.
Kurt sat down in an armchair next to Blaine and crossed his legs, looking like he’d rather be somewhere else. Eventually, though, the cheery atmosphere won him over and he was laughing and joking with everyone else.
“Well, Kurt, I’m glad to see you’re part of the team, now,” Wes said, clapping him on the back with a huge smile. “You’re kind of awesome. I guess I misjudged you. I don’t say this to everyone. Appreciate it.”
“Thanks, Wes,” he replied, smiling widely.
“Yeah, it’s good that you’re not loud and, you know, that you don’t stand out so much now,” Blaine continued, his smile mirroring Wes’.
Kurt’s face fell and he tensed.
“I’m sorry if I ever embarrassed you with my personality, Blaine. At least I have one,” Kurt snapped and got up, storming out of the now completely silent room.
“Smooth, Blaine. Forget about getting in his pants, now,” Justin commented flippantly.
“Yeah, it’s a wonder he puts up with you. You’re always an ass when he’s around. I don’t know what’s wrong with you. I really hope you’re nicer when you two are alone, otherwise he must really love you to endure you.”
Part Two
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Date: 2010-12-06 11:50 pm (UTC)“You’re smiling! You’re smiling! You’re not sad anymore! I’m the best! I made you smile! I succeeded!” Blaine exclaimed, still tickling Kurt, who was now out of breath and red in the face.
Seriously. Your writing is absolutely wonderful. Oh, Blaine, you're such a dork. ♥♥ That bit of fluff was nice; I wanted to hug Kurt so badly during this fic, the poor thing.
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Date: 2010-12-07 01:46 am (UTC)Maybe Brendon was kicked out by his parents for dating Ryan instead of not going to college and being in a band instead. -coughs coughs- Yeah... thats what it was, I'm sure of it. XD
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Date: 2010-12-07 02:16 am (UTC)(I will admit to my youtube name being 'xRyDoNxFoReVeRx'.... please don't judge me I made it when I was 13 XD LOL)
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Date: 2010-12-07 02:44 am (UTC)I wrote some < /shameless advertising>, if you want to check them out. I don't think I've used that pattern too often... *ponders* I know I did once or twice, but I remember wanting to get away from it when I used to write about them. Anyway, if you want, they're in my masterlist :)
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Date: 2010-12-07 02:51 am (UTC)And Klaine wins at life! Its funny, cause me and my friend--or older sister as I think of her--usually fangirl over Japanese show pairings or anime pairings, its funny how the one we're fangirling/in love with the most is from an American show... where we actually *live*. Its the first American show we've fangirled over together. XD
YAY for Klaine!
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Date: 2010-12-07 02:55 am (UTC)And then they gave us Blaine and my inspiration came back exponentially. Now they're my OTP and I have a feeling it'll stay that way for a long time ♥
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Date: 2010-12-07 03:00 am (UTC)Seriously, my dad bought me that insane cigar box that costs over $100 with some Panic! stuff in it for my birth day one year. I absolutely love it. <3
Sadly, I also have a hard time imagining them together now, doesn't stop me from loving the pairing though.
Klaine is definitely my OTP, and I don't see that changing any time soon. Its the only pairing I really *ship* to the point I'll read/write stories for them on Glee (cause hey, I've got a LOT of fanfiction stories that are not Glee... hehe...). I've got more OTPs for other fandoms, but over all, Klaine is my main OTP. =D
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Date: 2010-12-07 09:08 pm (UTC)I think I stepped away from that fandom because it hurt too much. Also, it was pretty much dead so I had no reason to stay there.
Right now, Klaine is the only pairing that inspires me. I'm not active in any other fandoms at the moment, but man, do they inspire me. They made me break my promise to never write fics about Glee...
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Date: 2010-12-07 09:37 pm (UTC)I was probably only a fan for like a year and a half before they broke up, but I had become obsessed with them. I'm not one for much music, most of which I listen to is Glee or some Japanese bands, but Panic! at the Disco has remained my favorite for a long time now so that just sucked.
And it REALLY sucks that I won't ever be able to see a complete P!atD concert with Ryan, Brendon, Spencer and Jon. I hope to see one one day, but its just not the same. =(
And I hope that if P!atD gets new, permanent members, they'll become just as much of a part of the band as Ryan and Jon were.
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Date: 2010-12-07 09:55 pm (UTC)I'm the opposite, music is my life. I get way too involved in bands and I end up being hurt. P!ATD thought me to step back and yeah, stay level-headed.
I think they are. Well, last year when they had gigs to do, there was always the same two guys with them and they rock, which is awesome. I hope they keep them.
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Date: 2010-12-07 10:01 pm (UTC)Kurt is the heart and soul of Glee! My friend watched it cause people kept saying that Darren was going to be in it (we're both AVPM/S fans) and she wanted something to watch so she watched it and began rambling about it... mostly Kurt.
But, all I knew was that Kurt was gay, on the football team (I didn't know it was only one ep), and was a cheerio by the time I decided to watch it... although, I had no freaking clue as to what a "cheerio" was, and with the name "Kurt", it kinda reminds me more along the line of Degrassi's Riley who was a gay football player LOL
Kurt ended up being nothing like that and I love him to death and I'm going to cry when they all graduate mostly cause it means no more Kurt. I think RM said he was going to continue on with a new cast after s3? -shrugs- IDK, but I'm going to sob like a baby... and watch anything Chris Colfer ends up starring in.
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Date: 2010-12-07 10:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-07 10:52 pm (UTC)Though I haven't seen the last 12 or so episodes. Too much focus on Eli/Clare and not enough on the other characters. I want some Riley/Zane! Thankfully that'll be coming up in February. Cause they haven't been in *any* episodes since like... July.
But yeah, depending on the new cast of characters if he decides to do that, then I may watch it. =P Although... it won't be the same without Kurt... Finn, Rachel, Puck, Artie, Mercedes, Quinn, Santana, Brittany, Tina, Mike, even Sam, and not to mention BLAINE!
But especially Kurt, cause he's the best. <3
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Date: 2010-12-07 12:39 am (UTC)2) The Mercedes confrontation was seriously AWESOME!
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Date: 2010-12-07 01:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-07 04:27 am (UTC)*runs off to read part 2*
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Date: 2011-05-20 03:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-20 03:44 am (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2011-05-20 04:07 am (UTC)FINALE NEXT TUESDAY OMG! ;) Better get some Klaine action
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Date: 2011-05-20 04:16 am (UTC)I know! I'm so excited about it. And there better be or I will cut a bitch. They can't leave us for the summer hiatus without another kiss. I already know the first and only one by heart, for having watched it too much, for heaven's sake!
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Date: 2011-05-20 01:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-20 05:26 pm (UTC)And I know the speech by heart, too. I'm forbidden to say it along when we watch Original Songs because it's apparently very creepy.