Lovely, Don't You See?
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Lovely, Don't You See?: Stupidness & Spills


T - Words: 1,870 - Last Updated: Jul 15, 2012
Story: Closed - Chapters: 6/? - Created: Apr 25, 2012 - Updated: Jul 15, 2012
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Weeks had passed by with Kurt still attending school, and him and Blaine meeting up every day after school for coffee, unless Kurt had violin practice. They kept growing closer, Kurt letting Blaine remove his glasses almost every time they were together, but Kurt still hesitated when it came to him touching Blaine in anyway other than hand holding and the occasional tap on the elbow or shoulder. He felt so comfortable with Blaine though, as if he could spill every secret he had, and his whole story, not just the edited version. But, he was afraid of growing too close and losing it all—everything seemed to slip through Kurt's fingers just as he was getting it all perfect.

Blaine always helped Kurt with his homework, and any projects he had. Kurt was ever grateful towards Blaine and his patients when it came to Kurt's misunderstanding of Trig. But, Blaine's coos of encouragement never failed to make Kurt smile and want to show Blaine he knew what he was doing. So, when Kurt's father dropped him off at the Lima Bean for his and Blaine's annual Thursday meeting, he was prepared to tell Blaine all about the 97% he received on his Trig test he took Tuesday.

Kurt stood by the door for a few beats, waiting for Blaine to lightly touch his elbow, or whisper his name as not to startle him. He looked around; acting as if he could see and turned his head in the direction he felt the familiar tap on his elbow. "Well, hello."

Kurt could feel Blaine's grip tighten around his elbow then slide down his forearm and land on his wrist. "Hey."

He led Kurt over to their usual table in the back right corner. He sat down, with Blaine's assistance. Pulling out his Trig binder and notebook, he could feel Blaine's eyes on his every move and he could feel the heat rising from his neck and seep onto his pale cheeks. He bit the inside of his mouth to keep from grinning stupidly. He sat back up straight after he had checked three times to make sure he had the correct binders by running his fingers across the Braille writing on the front. "Blaine, guess what?" Kurt asked, not being able to stop the grin from spreading across his face, causing a dimple to show up on his right side.


"What?" Blaine asked, feeling his heart rise up in his chest at the smile on Kurt's beautiful face. He had to fight the urge to reach over and grab his hands, or place a kiss on his pink, soft looking lips. He silently chuckled to himself at how his thoughts swarmed from one topic to another and placed his attention back to Kurt and his enthusiasm.

Kurt sighed and shoved his Trig binder towards Blaine. "Open it." He instructed.

He did as he was told, and a smile, about the size of Kurt's, spread across his face. He saw Kurt's paper, with a woman's hand writing covering it, but realized the strategies he had taught Kurt weeks before. Then, did he notice the big, red, 97% written in the top left corner of the page, a smiley face beside it, as if the teacher thought Kurt would be able to see it. He shook his head at the stupidity of some people, and slid the binder back to Kurt's side of the table. Kurt took it in his delicate hands and placed it back in his bag.

"I'm so proud of you, Kurt." Blaine said, not holding himself back. He reached across the table and intertwined his and Kurt's fingers. He couldn't help the thought that popped into his head next: that his and Kurt's fingers fit so perfectly into each other's. A goofy grin spread across his face and, again, he had to fight the urge to kiss Kurt's lips.

Blaine knew that on some level and in some way, Kurt was starting to develop feelings for Blaine. But, Blaine knew he had to be careful, he knew how fragile Kurt is and didn't want to scare him away. Not when things are just getting… right between them. Blaine wasn't going to let the most beautiful human being slip away from him because Kurt meant a lot more to Blaine than he had expected.

"Thanks. I couldn't have done it without you're amazing tutoring sessions."

Disappointment filled Blaine's insides. Kurt's smile faded when Blaine didn't reply. Was that all Kurt thought about this? That I was this super smart kid tutoring him? He cursed himself for thinking anything more might happen. "Oh—you're welcome. It's the least I could do." He finally managed to say. Kurt smiled slightly again and grabbed his cane and stood up.

"I'll be right back; I'm going to get a refill."

"Okay," Blaine said and then Kurt was gone, waiting in line behind a girl with long, brown hair and front-cut bangs. She turned around and tapped him on the shoulder and he smiled down at her general direction. They started talking and moving up towards the front of the line.

He let out a shaky breath and wiped his hands on his jeans, realizing that they were sweaty. He licked his lips and admitted to himself that he was sort of stupid for thinking anything could happen between him and Kurt. He now noticed just how uncomfortable Kurt seemed to be from time to time when Blaine would grab his hand, or nudge into him. "God, I'm so stupid." He grumbled to himself. He set his face in his palms and kept repeating that to himself.


Moments later, Kurt approached his and Blaine's usual table with fresh coffee for himself. Holding the coffee in his left hand, he used his right hand to hold the cane to guide him to the seat without complications. After a few seconds of him struggling with the chair he heard Blaine mumbling to himself. He tried to sit his coffee on the table so he could put his cane back together, but the coffee didn't sit fully on the table and slipped off the edge, splattering all over Kurt, his school bag, and the ground.

He groaned. "Oh shit." Again, he fumbled with his cane. "Why won't this stupid thing fold?" He asked himself mostly.

He finally heard footsteps and then felt the familiarity that was Blaine's hand fall on his elbow. A rush of relief flooded through him and he smiled.

"You okay?" Blaine asked.

Kurt silently cursed himself at liking how Blaine's voice was rougher than it usually was and nodded his head. "Peachy." Blaine chuckled to himself and Kurt could feel heat tinting his cheeks pink.

Blaine took the cane from Kurt's hand, and Kurt could hear the cane snapping back into place, folding up. "What the hell did you do?" He inquired.

"Part of the hinges was coming loose and it was keeping it from closing, so I just pushed it back in for now."

"Oh, well I'm going to go tell them about the spill." Kurt said, grabbing for his cane in the general direction he heard Blaine's soothing voice coming from. But, Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and rubbed his knuckles with his calloused thumb.

"I'll do it, you sit here." He moved Kurt over to a seat, and Kurt obliged.

Sitting there, Kurt let out a relieved breath and ran his fingers through his hair, most likely messing it up. He sat his now folded cane on the table in front of him, after making sure it wouldn't fall off as the coffee had. He felt like a fool. But, Kurt concluded, that he couldn't help it. When he heard Blaine's soothing voice, or felt his gentle touch on his elbow, or hand, he couldn't stop the whoosh of… feelings that bottled up inside of him, and threated to explode at any moment. Feelings he couldn't place, either. Feelings of pure happiness because someone, who he assumed was absolutely beautiful (according to Rachel, who he had spoken to in line minutes before), was showing him affection, and tenderness. Then came the feelings of worry. He worried that he wasn't showing Blaine the affection he was being shown because, he just couldn't. He had never had the chance to prove to someone how much he cared for them, and not being able to see his own actions, he doesn't know how to show someone he cares.

He shrugged his shoulders and smiled a bit when he heard two pairs of footsteps approaching the mess and the table.


"Thanks for letting me know," a voice said. Kurt didn't recognize it, and assumed they had a new janitor working here.

Blaine replied to the janitor, whose name is Robert, and walked back around the table to stand next to Kurt. He noticed Kurt shrugging his shoulders and rubbing at his shoulder blades every now and then, and walked behind him and gently tapped his slender shoulders. He felt Kurt shiver slightly, and Kurt moved his hands from his back and rested them on the table. Blaine started rubbing Kurt's shoulders and watched his face, and watched the looks the janitor kept shooting their way.

He leaned down and whispered into Kurt's ear, "You okay?"

Kurt slowly nodded his head and his lips formed a straight line on his face. He then let out a shaky breath and shook his head from left to right. "I just feel like an idiot." He stated.

Keeping up with his massaging motions, Blaine frowned slightly. He had never once thought Kurt to be stupid in any way, and Kurt thinking that he is broke his heart. "But—Kurt, you are not an idiot. You're very intelligent, and look at the grade you just made on your—"

"Not schooling wise, Blaine." Kurt wriggled free from Blaine's grasped and carefully stood up. "I should go." He said, taking his phone from his pocket.

Blaine cautiously pried the phone from Kurt's silky hand. "You don't have to call your dad, I can drive you home if you'd like."

Kurt's breath hitched slightly in his chest but he just simply nodded his head. Immediately, Blaine reached for his hand. Kurt smiled and grabbed for his cane on the table. Blaine led him around the table and bent down to grab Kurt's coffee covered school bag off the ground.

With Kurt's hand still in his, he led Kurt out to his car and helped him into the passenger seat. He sat Kurt's bag on the floor board and climbed inside the driver's side. Placing his key in the ignition, he stole a glance Kurt's way. Kurt was running his hand along to seat and the dashboard and the inside of the door. Blaine let a smile plaster his face and he started the car. Kurt jumped slightly, and Blaine felt a pain swell up in his chest at the scared look that covered Kurt's face. He reached back over and placed his hand on Kurt's.

"Where to?"

End Notes: tbc

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