Sept. 10, 2013, 9:13 a.m.
More than words: Chapter 2
E - Words: 2,016 - Last Updated: Sep 10, 2013 Story: Closed - Chapters: 7/? - Created: Sep 09, 2013 - Updated: Sep 10, 2013 170 0 0 0 0
Blaine took longer than usual to finish his coffee, nibbling at his muffin and sending the boy behind the counter grateful glances whenever their eyes met. Strangely the coffee tasted even better than normal.
Once he had finally finished his coffee, he stood up reluctantly. He unzipped his back pack, stuffing his book inside and glanced at his coffee cup. He twirled it around in his hand a few times, chewing on his lip and looking over at the blue eyed boy behind the counter who was smiling warmly at a little old women as he past her a steaming cup.
Quickly and what Blaine hoped to be subtly, he gently placed the empty cardboard cup into his backpack, a smile tugging at his lips.
But when he looked up he saw the boy watching him with a smile that took his breath away. His cheeks heated and he looked away, quick to grab his bag and leave with embarrassment radiating off of him.
He dug his car keys from the pocket of his red and blue Dalton blazer. Unlocking the car he eventually rebuilt himself, and got in. A faint pink blush still lingering on his olive skinned cheeks.
Great. The boy probably thought he was crazy.
He climbed into the car and buckled his belt, stopping for a minute to look back at the shop.
He sighed softly, ignoring the warm tingling sensation in his stomach when he glanced back at Kurt through the shop window.
Blaine shook his head, as if to rid himself of thoughts for the beautiful blue eyed boy.
He glanced down at his watch, cursing under his breath as he saw the time.His dad was going to kill him. He groaned in frustration and ran a hand through his slightly lose curls.
He was quick to start the car and drove home as quickly as he was able.An hour later he arrived home, pulling up on the drive. He exhaled slowly and let his head hit the steering wheel with a dull thump... How could he be so stupid?!
As not to infuriate his dad any further he unwillingly got out the car, grabbing his bag and heading to the front door, his head down. He tried to creep past the living room but failed miserably.
"Blaine Devon Anderson!" his father's voice boomed.
Blaine froze, wincing at the sound of his voice, and finally- after what seemed like decades, he met his father's narrow, unforgiving eyes.
"Y-Yes sir?" Blaine spoke, timidly.
Come here. Now." He father barked, making Blaine shudder and shuffle further into the room.
"W...what's wrong Sir?' He asked quietly
"What time is it?" His father demanded.
"8:02...Sir" Blaine gulped.
"At what time are you meant to be home by?" The man's voice was dangerously soft. Like the calm before the storm.
"8:00"
Blaine's dad raised his eye brows and Blaine spluttered a moment before hurriedly adding
"S-Sir"
"Why are you late boy?"
"D...Da-Sir, I'm...it's only a few m-minutes," Blaine whimpered, regretting his words as soon as he spoke them.
Fury crosses the man's features,
"You know who's never late? Cooper."
Blaine hung his head in shame.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you". The man's voice rose.
Blaine's head snapped up automatically, "Y-Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir."
The man narrowed his eyes,
"We'll see how sorry you are. You're not allowed to leave this house for a week."
Blaine's breath hitched and he nodded slowly, feeling tears prick at his eyes but he did not let them spill over in-front of his father. Instead he stood up straighter and ignored the sinking feeling in his stomach.
"Of course, Sir"
"Get the hell out of my sight," Blaine's father ordered before continue to mutter, "Waste of space, ungrateful, unreliable." Under his breath.
The moment his bedroom door shut Blaine crumpled. Tears streaming down his cheeks. He threw himself face first onto his bed, gathering tufts of the duvet in his fists as he screamed into his pillow.
He cursed himself for being so stupid as his soaked the material beneath him. Now he had nothing to look forward to.
His chest tightened as he realized that he wouldn't be going to the coffee shop tomorrow morning. Spending the day there drinking coffee and watching the boy behind the counter as he worked. With that cheerful smile that was contagious for the whole shop. He had coffee here, and the book he would have read in the shop. But he didn't have the boy's eyes, smile or sweet message...oh wait. He did. He reached over for his bag, still sniffing quietly and pulled out his personalized coffee cup.
He smiled weakly, staring at the delicate penmanship. He placed the coffee cup on his bedside table and laid his head on the pillow. Not breaking eye contact with his gift from the porcelain skinned boy.
'Kurt'
.
Blaine thought. Having remembered spotting the boy's name tag on his apron. It was such a kind and sweet name. Blaine agreed quickly that it was perfect for him.
He didn't know why but seeing the neat scrawl madehim feel happier. Even Kurt's handwriting was perfect. But as he lay there, thinking more and more about him, he couldn't help but notice the ache of realization that he wouldn't see Kurt for a week. What If Kurt forgot about him? What if he didn't even realize he was missing?
He probably already had anyway. He probably did that for all the customers that walked in looking like they were having a bad day. He was stupid and naive to think it was anything more.
Blaine huffed and turned over. Forcing his eyes closed, trying to think of anything but Kurt and his stupid scribbled messages.
Except they weren't stupid.
That one word held more meaning and significance to Blaine than he'd ever admit.
Kurt had given him exactly what he needed. Something no one else had ever given him before. Courage. But it wasn't just that, it was the fact that someone else cared. It made him feel like he wasn't completely alone in the world.
He sighed softly, eyes re-closing . His long eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks and his breathing steadying. That night Blaine's dreams held one boy in particular.
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Kurt was more eager than usual to get to work this morning. He'd gone to bed with a smile on his face and woke up with an even bigger one at the thought of seeing his favourite customer.
He got to the coffee shop relatively early after scolding his dad for adding too much syrupto his porridge. He then drained the rest of his coffee and kissed his Dad's bold head in an affectionate goodbye before he left. Arriving at the shop half an hour earlier than normal.
He whistled to himself as he changed into his apron and waited for his first customer. It wouldn't be long before the group of kids from McKinley high came in. Kurt enjoyed seeing semi-familiar faces of the students he used to share a school with.Sometimes Rachel or Mercedes would stop by to say hello, but with everyone busy with college he was finding it hard to see his friends.
He quickly pushed that thought away, hoping to see the boy in a better mood today. Seeing the boy smile like that yesterday because of something he'd done had made him feel amazing, and God the boy had such a beautiful smile, his eyes glowed and his whole face just lit up. He was determined to get the boy to look at him like that again
But as the clocked ticked, he felt himself once again anxiously awaiting the arrival of the dark haired boy. Kurt had to concentrate extra hard on the customers' orders during those few minutes leading up to 9 o'clock.
He was never late...
The time reached 9.05 and a customer had to almost yell at him to get his attention as he stared desperately at the door, struggling to pop the lid on the customers grande caramel cream.
At 9:50, Kurt finally accepted that the boy simply wasn't coming. With disappointment radiating off him, he began to think of all the countless possibilities as to why he wasn't here. Kurt's eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. Had that stunt with the coffee yesterday freaked the kid out? Kurt blushed red, hoping to god that wasn't the case. He had hoped to seem caring, not psychotic!
He was sure that wasn't true. He'd seen the boy slip the cup into his bag; if it had freaked him out he would have thrown it away right? But then why wasn't he here? Maybe it had something to do with why he was so upset yesterday. Kurt felt his stomach twist uncomfortably. He hoped that he was okay.
The rest of the day passed slowly. Rachel came in to visit him as he she had come home to see her Dad's, but he just couldn't find the energy to join in with her excitable conversation
It wasn't till Rachel took a good look at Kurt's glum, forlorn expressions she asked what was wrong.
"Well...there' this guy"
Rachelsquealed and clapped her hands together.
Kurt rolled his eyes dramatically,
"Rach, don't."
"Don't what?" Rachel asked, pouting a little.
"It's not like that" Kurt said.
"But you want it to be" Rachel replied, looking at him sympathetically.
Kurt said nothing.
"Oh Kurt, he's not anther straight guy is he?"
"What no! I mean... I don't actually know. I can't explain it." Kurt sighed.
"Try?" Rachel asked.
Kurt looked at her for a second before nodding, sitting down next to her and starting from the very begging. Rachel listened carefully, and when he was finished she patted his arm softly.
"So you don't even know this guy's name?"
"Er...No, not exactly," Kurt bit his lip, realizing that it sounded a bit ridiculous.
"Well...maybe you should find out," Rachel suggested softly, squeezing her friends hand in her own.
"What if he never shows up here again?" Kurt pouted.
Rachel smiled at him, "If he really looked at you like you described, I'm sure he will. Besides it's only one day, don't jump to conclusions.
Kurt frowned a bit, unconvinced.
"Besides, the coffee here is delicious. He'll be back for that at least," Rachel grinned.
Kurt gasped mockingly, feigning hurt, before bursting into giggles with Rachel. The rest of the day went by much faster, he chatted with Rachel as much as possible before she had to leave to be at her college dorm before they close the gates. He was grateful he had such a brilliant friend.
As the day progressed he started to come up with a plan to at least start a conversation with the boy that had affected him so much in sucha short amount of time. Maybe something to do with his coffee cup as he'd received such a good reaction last time, Kurt thought.
He wondered if leaving little complements would be too forward. Would a simple "you look good today" make him feel good about himself? Or would he be scared by Kurt's sudden fixation on him.
He finally decided to start small, maybe something like "Cute sweater." Then it will give him a reason to talk to the boy too, he could ask him where he got said sweater.
He nodded to himself, ignoring the confused look of his last customer.
With his decision made, and his last customer served he left. Content with his plan. He felt a stir of excitement and nerves in the pit of his stomach as he hoped that he'd show up tomorrow.