May 25, 2013

Blaine woke to the shrill alarm on Kurt’s phone shrieking in his ear. Quickly, he felt Kurt reach across his body to quickly turn off the alarm before the girls woke up.

With the alarm turned off, he settled back into Blaine’s arms and looked at him apologetically. “Sorry, I forgot to tell you about the alarm I set, didn’t I?”

Blaine chuckled quietly. “Yea, you did. It’s okay though. What time is it?”

“I set the alarm for seven.”

“Why so early?” Blaine whined.

“We need to cover our asses so we don’t get you in trouble. Now we can wake up, go downstairs, get something for breakfast, and make it back up here as the others are waking up. It’ll work perfectly for our cover story.”

Blaine groaned. “But it’s so early! Can’t we go back to sleep for a little while?” He pouted slightly and shot Kurt puppy eyes.

Kurt tried to give Blaine his bitch, please face, but one look at Blaine’s face made him dissolve into giggles. “No, Blaine. We need to get up.”

“But…”

“Santana, Rachel, and I are going out all day and we won’t see each other until dinner. I want some alone time with you.” Kurt sighed. “Especially since every second we are with the New Directions is spent being constantly watched.”

“I noticed that!” Blaine whispered fervently. “At least one of them always has their eye on us. It’s really annoying. We’re fine, we don’t need to be under constant supervision.”

Kurt hummed his agreement.  “Okay, up! We need to get downstairs to eat. The rest of them will be waking up soon since your practice is starting at nine.”

Kurt and Blaine got out of bed, took turns in the bathroom, and headed down to the lobby, still clad in pajamas. They quickly grabbed a small breakfast of scones, muffins, and coffee and sat down across from each other at a small table in the corner of the dining room.

“When are you supposed to hear back from colleges?”

Blaine looked thoughtful for a moment. “Any day now, actually. I think they said the last week of May.” Blaine looked away. “What if I don’t get in anywhere?”

Kurt rested his hand atop Blaine’s. “Hey, you listen to me. You will get in, but even if you don’t, the people you care about will still be here to love and support you no matter what you decide to do.” He looked away for a moment. “Look at me. I didn’t get into college and I’m still living my dream. It might be a different one than I had planned in high school, but I’m happy and healthy.” He looked back at Blaine and squeezed his hand lightly. The younger boy finally looked in his direction. “You’ll be fine, Blaine. No matter what.”

Blaine’s eyes glistened with tears. He blinked rapidly to rid them from his eyes as he nodded, squeezing Kurt’s hand in response. “Thank you, Kurt. You have no idea how much I needed to hear that.” He let a brilliant smile light up his features as he shook his head slightly. “Now, enough of this deep talk. We’re supposed to be having fun and enjoying each other’s company. Tell me about New York. How is it living with Santana?”

Kurt groaned and smiled sunnily back at Blaine. “Oh God, the stories I could tell!”

“Oh, juicy gossip?”

Kurt groaned in response and brought his free hand up to cover his eyes. “If walking in on Santana ‘webcam scissoring’ with Brittany counts as juicy gossip, then yes.”

Blaine shuddered and made a disgusted noise. “Oh God!”

Kurt nodded and hid his face as he squeaked out, “More than once.”

“Oh my God! Kurt! That sounds horrifying! Have you talked to Santana about this?”

Kurt shot Blaine another bitch, please face. “Of course I have. So has Rachel. We’ve had multiple roommate meetings about this. But she won’t stop. I’ve contemplating just giving her a taste of her own medicine, but I haven’t worked up the courage yet.”

“A taste of her own medicine? What, are you going to scissor with Britt over webcam?” Blaine said, laughing.

Kurt’s face turned bright red. “Oh my God, Blaine! That’s not what I was thinking at all! I just meant sit on the couch naked or walk around after a shower without putting a towel on.”

Blaine couldn’t help it anymore; he started laughing so hard a snort escaped from his mouth. This caused Kurt to start giggling uncontrollably. That’s how the rest of New Directions found them when they made their way to the lobby for breakfast: holding hands and laughing so hard they were both crying. Sam and Tina exchanged a small smile, happy that their friend looked genuinely happy for the first time since his break with Kurt was initiated. Mr. Schue and the rest of the New Directions looked at the boys with small smiles before they went about getting their breakfast and situating themselves at various tables in twos and threes.

Finally, after a few minutes, the boys came down from their fit of giggles and noticed that their friends were sitting around them, looking in their direction, and smiling. Both boys flushed bright red and looked down at their still interlocked hands. They looked up at each other, both asking silently if they should break apart, but ultimately deciding to not let the others ruin the perfect moment they were sharing.

“So, my dad said you’ve been going to Friday night dinners almost every week. How’s that going?” Kurt sighed and looked over Blaine’s shoulder. “I talk to my dad all the time, but he only tells me the good stuff, I’m afraid he’s hiding something from me.”

Blaine lightly squeezed Kurt’s hand. “Everything’s fine, Kurt. Carole is taking care of your dad. Your dad is taking care of her and the baby. There is absolutely no reason to be worried. Besides, I’ve got my eye on them.”

Kurt threw Blaine a dazzling smile that made Blaine’s heart skip a beat. “I can’t help but worry. My dad’s sick and Carole’s carrying my baby sister, I’m allowed to worry at least a little. It’s nice to know that I have a third party in there making sure everything’s okay, though. Thank you so much, Blaine. It means a lot to me that you care so much about my family.”

Blaine shrugged. “Well, like your dad says, I’m practically a part of it. Of course I care about them. It’s hard not to love the Hudmels.”

Kurt and Blaine continued to chat about their lives until Rachel interrupted their conversation fifteen minutes later.

“Kurt, it’s almost nine. Blaine needs to go practice and we need to go shopping.”

Kurt sighed and released Blaine’s hand as he nodded and stood. Blaine followed suit and began to clean up their breakfast dishes, stacking them and putting them in a neat pile so that the wait staff didn’t have too big of a job. They head up to their floor and part ways. Blaine, who only needs to throw on a pair of sweats and an old t-shirt, quickly gets ready and heads back to Kurt’s room. He knocks on the door and is greeted by Kurt in an unbuttoned white shirt over a fitted white t-shirt and a pair of unzipped skinny jeans.

“Oh hey, Blaine. Sorry I’m a mess. What’s up? I thought you’d be at practice already.”

Blaine shrugged while taking in the sight before him. “I—I had a—um—a few minutes before I—um—needed to be down there.”

Kurt chuckled at Blaine’s obvious distraction. “Like what you see?” Kurt asked, pitching his voice slightly lower.

Blaine swallowed hard and nodded.

Kurt laughed and pushed at Blaine’s shoulder. “Hey, no lollygagging. You’re going to be late for rehearsals. Get outta here and let me finish getting ready in peace!”

Blaine shook his head to clear it. “Right. Yes. Of course. I’ll just—“

“Go, go.”

Blaine turned and took a few steps before turning around and appraising Kurt once more. “You look really great, by the way. In case you couldn’t tell by my inability to form words.”

Kurt laughed. “Of course I could tell, you dork. You were basically ogling me. And I know I look great, thank you very much, these jeans make my ass look fantastic.” He turns sideways and sticks out his rear a little and throwing Blaine a teasing smile.

“You are a dirty little tease. But you’re right; they do make your ass look fantastic.” Blaine turned and walked to the elevator while laughing quietly to himself.

Practice went smoothly; definitely more smoothly than it had the year before. There was no fighting at all. Everyone remembered their lines, the choreography was learned smoothly, and no one was off pitch. Finally, after practicing for seven hours straight, with only a few short breaks for lunch and to cool off, Mr. Schue let them go back to their rooms and relax.  Blaine picked up his phone from where it had been sitting on the table and saw that he had a new text message.

From: Kurt (3:28pm)

When you’re done practicing you should come up to our room. I have a surprise for you. :)

Blaine smiled at his phone and quickly typed out a reply.

To: Kurt (4:04pm)

Oh, you do, do you? I’ll be up in a few. I desperately want to take a shower though, so mind if I do that before? Might take a while, the other guys ran out of here. I’ll be last in line. :/

Blaine made his way to the elevator before he heard his phone chirp again.

From: Kurt (4:06pm)

Just take a shower here. The girls and I are clean so there won’t be a line.

To: Kurt (4:07pm)

Okay. I just need to run by my room and I’ll be there in a sec. :)

Blaine opened the door to his shared room and grabbed a clean outfit to put on after his shower. Then he headed to Kurt’s room and knocked lightly.

Kurt answered the door and smiled brightly. “Perfect, you’re here!” He said as he tugged Blaine inside the room and shut the door behind him.

“What’s going on?”

Kurt held out a little rectangular box. “I got you a present while we were out shopping.”

Blaine smiled at the box and took it from Kurt’s palm. “You didn’t have to, Kurt!”

Kurt scoffed. “I know I didn’t have to, silly! But I saw it and thought of you. And it was on sale, so it was fate. I just knew it had to be a part of Blaine Anderson’s wardrobe.” Kurt smiled at Blaine. “Open it, hurry up!”

Blaine quickly takes the lid off and sees a bowtie. It was red with little black microphones printed on it. Blaine grinned broadly and pulled out the bowtie. It was made of silk and felt phenomenal between his fingers. “Kurt…” he tried, but words escaped him. He looked into Kurt’s eyes and saw his own emotions playing across Kurt’s features. “Thank you. It’s amazing. I’ll wear it tomorrow at the competition. If I hide from Mr. Schue until the performance, he won’t be able to do anything about it.”

Kurt laughs. “I really shouldn’t condone you lying to your teacher and chaperone, but I really want you to wear it up there so I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“You enticed me over here with a shower, think I can cash in on that now? I’m really sweaty and gross.”

“Right, go ahead, the girls are out getting food so there’s no one in there.” Kurt said as he turned and walked over to the table where his book was laying.

“Great, thanks. I’ll be done as quick as I can.”

Blaine took a short shower, washing his hair with Kurt’s shampoo and conditioner because he had forgotten his own back in his room. He dried off with the small with the small white towel the hotel provided and dressed in a black short-sleeved button up and hot pink skinny jeans. He finished his outfit with a bowtie that matched his pants and a pair of black oxfords. He stepped out of the bathroom while running a towel through his freshly washed curls.

Kurt looked up and hummed in appreciation of the outfit, then looked back down to his book.

Blaine laughed as he stood in front of the mirror and poured some gel into his palm. From behind he heard Kurt quickly throw down his book, jump up, and run to stand behind Blaine. “Don’t you dare, Blaine Anderson. Those curls do not need to be plastered down in that crazy gelmet you always insist on wearing. Do the style you wore in March.”

Blaine looked at Kurt indignantly through the mirror. “Kurt…we’re going out. People will see!”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “People will be much more appreciative of the loose curls than they are of the plastering of your hair to your scalp. Trust me.” Kurt flashed Blaine his own version of puppy dog eyes.

Blaine relented. “Fine, but since it’s at your insistence, you have to do my hair. I know you all kinds of crazy products in your bag anyway. And I know you love to style my hair.” He motioned to the top of his head. “Do your worst.”

Kurt squealed and immediately ran to his bed and rummaged through his luggage until he emerged with a comb and a bottle of mousse. He made quick work of styling Blaine’s hair so that it was “controlled messy” as he had explained to Blaine the first time the younger boy had allowed him to style his hair.

When Kurt was halfway through styling Blaine’s hair, Rachel, Santana, and Brittany walked into the room. They told the boys that Mr. Schue was expecting everyone down in the lobby at 6 so that they could go to dinner. The boys quickly finished getting ready and went down to join the others promptly at six o’clock. Dinner was quiet, each person thinking about the events that would unfold the next day. An excited nervousness was palpable around the room and it strangled any attempts at conversation their teacher would make. Halfway through dinner, Blaine received a text.

From: Kurt (6:45pm)

Wanna sneak in again tonight? You’ll probably get more rest on the pull out couch with me than on the floor with the other boys.

To: Kurt (6:46pm)

You don’t need to logic me into sleeping next to you again tonight, I kind of had already planned on sneaking in as it was. ;)

Blaine snuck a peak of Kurt as he read the text and was pleased to see a repressed giggle bubble up in the boy’s throat.

From: Kurt (6:47pm)

Okay good. Same time, same place?

To: Kurt (6:47pm)

Of course.

When dinner was over, everyone piled back on the bus silently. Mr. Schue told everyone to go to bed early because they were expected to be up and dressed by 7 the next morning. Blaine went with the other boys and dosed quietly for a few hours before getting up and sneaking out of the room the same way he had the night before.

Kurt was waiting for him in the hall. Blaine rushed quietly into Kurt’s room. Kurt laid down on the bed and opened his arms for Blaine to lay with his back against Kurt’s chest. Blaine followed suit and quickly the boys were snuggled together. Blaine felt Kurt smile into his neck, which in turn made Blaine grin like an idiot into the darkness.

“Good night, Kurt.” Blaine whispered after a few quiet moments.

“Night, Blaine.” Kurt said, already falling into a deep slumber.

Blaine fell asleep quickly with a small smile on his lips.