Day 4

Lunch couldn’t come quick enough for Kurt, because yes, he had a date with Blaine. Well not an official date, but still he didn’t care. Ten minutes before the lunch bell was due to ring Kurt excused himself from the class, running to the bathroom to restyle his hair, smooth down his shirt and mainly to calm his nerves. He splashed some cold water onto his face before slowly making his way back to the classroom. 

As Kurt entered the classroom he nervously looked at his watch.

11.59am.

He went and sat down on the carpet, anxiously waiting for Blaine. Fifteen minutes later he still hadn’t arrived, Kurt was getting worried. What if he’s forgotten about me? What if he didn’t mean it?  Kurt went into full panic mode, tears prickling in the corner of his eyes, he’d been used to rejection so many times. I’m such an idiot, why would I believe him? By this point Kurt was practically sobbing, thinking the worst. He curled into himself against the table, not hearing the door open or Blaine enter. Only when he felt someone lightly touch his shoulder did Kurt look up to find Blaine crouching beside him with a concerned look on his face.

‘What’s up? Kurt? What happened?’ Blaine kneeled down next to Kurt, gently rubbing his back.

‘It’s nothing; I’m just being stupid as usual.’ Kurt snapped, turning away from Blaine.

‘It’s got to be something Kurt; I leave the room for what, ten minutes? Come back and find you like this. What’s going on? I can’t try to help unless you tell me.’ Blaine looked around the room for any possible cause of why Kurt was in such state.

‘I.. I thought that.. that you had left a-and forgotten about me.’ Kurt mumbled feeling incredibly embarrassed.

‘Oh, Kurt. I hadn’t, I would never do that. I went out to grab some food from the teachers’ lounge and got caught up. I was going to text you, but I still don’t have your number. I don’t know what’s happened before, but I would never forget about you Kurt.’ Blaine shuffled around so he was facing Kurt, who had uncurled himself, but was still leaning against the table.

‘I feel so embarrassed. It’s just I’ve been rejected and turned down so many times, that I thought you had done the same. I wouldn’t blame you. I mean, who’d be interested in me? I cry over the smallest of things and -’ Before he could finish Blaine put a finger up to Kurt’s lips silencing him.

‘You’re just insecure, that’s nothing to be embarrassed about Kurt. Everyone’s a little insecure at times. I’ve made my mistakes Kurt, I trusted people way too easily. I had to find out the hard way, now I struggle to completely trust anyone. I-I do trust you though Kurt.’ Blaine admitted, blushing when he realized he still had his finger over Kurt’s lips, quickly pulling it away.

‘I didn’t mean to ruin our lunch… I’m sorry. You can go back to the teachers’ lounge if you want I’ll be fine.’ Kurt tried to stand up, but Blaine reached out, placing a firm grip on his shoulder.  

‘No, you’re not going anywhere. We still have twenty-five minutes left of lunch. I wouldn’t want my carefully hand crafted sandwiches to go to waste. They were made with love.’ Blaine pouted, gesturing to the box of sandwiches on the table.

‘When you put it like that... I suppose I couldn’t turn down lunch when I have a handsome pirate sitting next to me.’ Kurt smirked, kneeling up to retrieve the box of sandwiches from the table. Giving Blaine the perfect opportunity to admire how fitted Kurt’s jeans were.

A quiet whine escaped Blaine’s lips. What the hell was that? Real smooth.

Kurt turned back around to find Blaine blushing. He smiled smugly to himself, knowing full well what he did to the teacher.

There’s nothing wrong with teasing, right?

‘Everything alright?’ Kurt asked innocently, opening the container to reveal a selection of heart shaped sandwiches, which had to be one of the cutest things he’d ever seen.

‘Yep. Perfect. So, are my sandwiches up to your standard? I put nutella in them today, if that’s okay with you? Don’t judge.’ He crawled further into the middle of the carpet giving them both more room to spread out. Yet they both ended up sitting in the middle of the carpet, knees touching.

‘Your sandwich making skills exceed my expectations Mr Anderson. They deserve at least a B.’ He picked one out of the container, taking a bite.

‘What? You can’t be serious, a B? I was thinking more along the lines of an A+ I spent my morning creating these babies.’ Blaine mocked, eating a sandwich in one bite.

‘Blaine! Manners. You said this was a date – well that’s how I took it. So… what happens on a date? I’ve never been on one before.’ Kurt blushed and looked at Blaine who was staring with his mouth open, afraid that he was going to judge him for being so inexperienced.

‘You’ve never been... wow... Um, usually you’d just get to know each other...but we kind of already know each other. I can sing to you? If you want...I mean it’s only a suggestion. We could just talk, if you’d prefer.’

‘I’d love that...b-but can I ask you something first, you don’t have to answer but...’ Kurt was nervous, in case Blaine took what he was going to ask the wrong way.

‘Kurt, its fine, you can ask me anything. I want to be honest with you.’ Blaine reassuringly placed his hand over Kurt’s knee, smiling softly.

What’s he going to ask? Blaine silently panicked.

‘It’s just… well Lacy. She seems to know a lot about you and keeps telling me that you’re sad and I just..’ Kurt stopped when he noticed Blaine’s expression tense slightly.

‘Oh god. I overstepped didn’t I? I shouldn’t have asked…. forget it.’ Kurt rambled.

Blaine took a deep breath before beginning to answer Kurt’s question. He’d been wondering how long it’d be before Kurt had noticed.

‘No, Kurt. You didn’t…you’re right. Lacy does know more about me than everyone else, because...well, she’s S-sebastian’s niece. We were together for so long that she began calling me Uncle Blaine and now she’s just confused. She doesn’t understand why he and I aren’t together anymore, all she knows is that she’s only allowed to call me Mr Anderson and that me and her Uncle aren’t friends anymore.’ All the time while Blaine was speaking Kurt could feel the colour in his face draining away. He wished he hadn’t asked.

‘Oh, I’m sorry. But she knows that you are gay though? Because she keeps asking me to make you happy…I get the impression she’s trying to match make just to make you happy again.’ Kurt laughed half-heartedly.

‘We tried explaining it once, she just said “Oh so you like boys like Uncle Seb? That’s cool.” Then went back to watching a movie. She’s too young to fully understand everything.’ Blaine proceeded to pick up another sandwich, tearing off half, consequently making it a broken heart.

‘I understand. Hey, don’t do that, you’ve made it a broken heart.’ Kurt grabbed one half from Blaine’s hand, letting his hand linger purposely a little longer than necessary.

‘That’s not the only broken thing around here.’ Blaine whispered to himself. Not realizing Kurt had heard.

‘Blaine, it’s okay you know, to still miss him. I might have never had a boyfriend, but I can see when you talk about him how much it hurts and how you don’t want to talk about the past. I get it.’ Kurt ate the half of Blaine’s sandwich, looking down to see that Blaine had ripped his half into even smaller pieces.

Blaine took Kurt’s hands in his, looking up at him sadly.

Aaaah he’s holding my hands! Kurt thought he could quite happily stay like that and never let go.

‘T-thank you. It makes a change to have someone who understands. It doesn’t matter now; I’ve come to realize how stupid I was. Do you still want me to sing for you? I swear I’m not his depressing all the time, honestly.’ Blaine laughed, resting their entwined hands on his lap, subsequently pulling Kurt closer.

‘Of course I do, if you’re up for it. I want to see how amazing you really are or whether you were trying to impress me, Mr Blaine.’ Kurt grinned, reluctantly pulling away from Blaine’s grip, grabbing a chair to sit on, even though it was meant for a child.

Blaine stood up, retrieving his guitar from where he’d left it, then went and sat on the table in front of Kurt.

‘Okay, so um… I guess this song kind of fits, you’ll probably think it’s cheesy, but I like it. You’re making me nervous! I never get nervous. Here goes.’ Blaine adjusted his guitar, taking a deep breath, making sure to look directly at Kurt, before playing the opening chords.

‘It’s a little bit funny, this feeling inside,

I’m not one of those who can easily hide,

I don’t have much money, but boy if I did,

I’d buy a big house where we both could live.’

By the time Blaine had reached the first chorus Kurt was grinning madly, in awe at how amazing his voice truly was. He could tell Blaine was singing his heart out on this song. For the duration of the song they both had their eyes locked on each other, not wanting to miss any moment.

‘And you can tell everybody,

This is your song,

It may be quite simple but,

Now that it’s done.

I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind,

That I put down in words,

How wonderful life is,

Now you’re in the world.’

As Blaine finished the song he barely had time to register what was happening before he found himself being enclosed in tight hug by Kurt, making him lose his balance slightly.

‘What’s all this for?’ He asked, returning the hug, leaning his head on Kurt’s shoulder.

‘Just thank you… for everything. Your voice is amazing, I could listen to you sing all day.’ Kurt pulled back looking extremely flushed, before quickly leaning in to kiss Blaine on the cheek.

Blaine’s eyes widened, heart rate increasing at the small, yet somewhat more intimate gesture.

He smells so good! Blaine thought, refraining himself from grabbing Kurt by his collar, kissing away his innocence.

No. Not yet…

‘I’m glad. I’m singing to the class later, maybe I could persuade you to join me?’ Blaine pouted slightly, looking hopeful.

‘Maybe, we’ll just have to wait and see.’ Kurt teased.

‘Um, Kurt…do you think maybe, possibly, that I could have your number? You have mine and I don’t want a repeat of what happened earlier.’ Blaine said shyly, once again playing with the hem of his shirt, a nervous habit.

‘Oh no, of course. I totally forgot. I’ll write it down.’ Kurt grabbed a pink pen from the table and jotted down his number on a scrap of paper, handing it to Blaine.

‘Thanks. Oh, one more thing. I’m not going to be here tomorrow.’ Blaine watched Kurt’s face drop and eyes widen as soon as he said it.

‘Ohh…w-why?’ Kurt mumbled, practically whining. 

‘I have a training day, just sitting in meetings all day with a group of pretentious teachers who think they’re better than everyone else.’ Blaine hated the meetings and didn’t want to go, especially now since Kurt was in the picture.

‘Can’t you just not go or something? What am I going to do? Be stuck with some old sub-teacher?’ Now it was Kurt’s turn to pout, earning a small laugh from Blaine.

‘As much as I don’t want to go, I have too. I’m still learning. It’s pretty much compulsory to go. It’s only for one day Kurt, I’ll see you after that. Plus, you can text me if you want. It’d make my day a whole lot better. Plus I’ve requested a cute, young sub-teacher.’ Blaine winked, watching Kurt’s face relax slightly.

‘But tomorrow is Friday. Which means I won’t see you until Monday. That’s ages away! Cute and young? It’s going to take some guy to impress me. If he has curly hair, sparkling brown eyes and has a weird obsession for bowties, I might forgive you for abandoning me. But I think that’ll be pretty hard to find.’ Kurt crossed his arms and glared at Blaine in an attempt to look unimpressed.

‘I do not have an obsession! That’s assuming you were talking about me...I hope. Plus if you really wanted to see me, because you couldn’t stand not seeing me for one day, we could meet up for coffee or something on Saturday unless you’re busy, then I’ll just see you Monday.’ Blaine secretly hoped Kurt was free for coffee.

‘No I’m free, totally free all weekend.’ Kurt said a little over enthusiastically, causing Blaine to shoot him a curious look.

‘O-okay. Well I’ll text you or call at some point. We should tidy up, the class will be wondering what’s been going on again. You should warm your vocal chords up Mr Kurt; we have a whole afternoon of singing ahead!’ With that Blaine patted Kurt on the shoulder, deliberately leaving his hand there before brushing past him to go and clear up what was left of lunch.

He wants to meet up with me, for coffee?!

He said yes!

Saturday seemed further away than ever.