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March 7, 2012, 10:09 p.m.
Please please me: Chapter 2
T - Words: 1,877 - Last Updated: Mar 07, 2012 Story: Closed - Chapters: 2/? - Created: Feb 21, 2012 - Updated: Mar 07, 2012 483 0 0 0 0
Author's Notes: In which Blaine is such a silly fanboy and whines over Kurt's blue amazing eyes - and, well, I can't really balme him, can you?
Blaine had imagined his first days at the new school to be quite uneventful: he wasn't expecting to make any friends right away, considering he was rather shy besides being the new kid.
He would have been happy just to be left alone and not mocked or thrown in a dumpster or – as seemed customary at McKinley High – slushied. Blaine shuddered every time he thought about the possibility of having that wet sticky cold thing hit his face and drip all over his sweater vest and bow-tie. Not to mention the disastrous amount of time it would have taken to take it out of his perfectly gelled hair.
Anyway, his tiny figure seemed to be unexpectedly helpful on that matter, since it allowed him to sneak away unseen any time some football team jock would walk down the hallways looking for a punching-ball.
By the end of the week, he was quite satisfied at how he had managed to survive without damage and actually with some pretty positive though unexpected events.
First of all, for some strange reason definitely beyond his possibility if understanding, a nice guy had hit on him right the first day of school – well, nice wasn't the best word to describe him. Amazingly handsome and charming fit much better.
Maybe Blaine was shy and inexperienced, but he wasn't dumb, and the look in that guy's eyes could hardly be mistaken.
The fact that, though flattered, it had made him feel really awkward and uncomfortable because he ignored the first thing about flirting and therefore he had been unsure of how to behave and what to say – well, that was a whole other matter.
Anyway, that guy – Kurt Hummel was his name – had been nice enough to ask him if he wanted to sit with him and his friends, at lunch. Blaine had been very glad and thankful, since he was quite positive he had never seen such a hostile place as the cafeteria of McKinley High: you could easily spot the cool tables where the cheerleaders and football players sat, looking down on everybody else as if they ruled that place – which they actually did, as a matter of fact. Then, there were the so-called losers, which were in turn divided into those who had at least some friends and stuck together, creating a sort of society of their own, and those who were losers among losers and had to run and eat their lunch in some bathroom stall not to be picked on.
Thanks to Kurt, Blaine didn't have to join this last shameful category; instead, he sat with Kurt and his friends, a bunch of people that formed a group of their own, as Blaine understood quickly enough: it's not like they were popular, actually they were every bully's favourite target – nonetheless, they were not sad looking and bored as most of the other students seemed to be. They were clearly living high school in a different way than anybody else; after five minutes of sitting with them, Blaine had the impression they were like a big family – quite a messed up one, actually, but still a family it was.
They were the Glee club, the New Directions (Blaine wondered who the hell had been so dumb to choose that name without realizing how ridiculous it sounded, but he chose not to ask because he really didn't feel like offending the only people who were actually being nice to him).
Kurt had made him sit between him and a black girl named Mercedes, who was animatedly discussing with another girl sitting opposite to Blaine called Rachel. Opposite Kurt sat an Asian sweet-looking girl called Tina, and next to her Mike, her Asian boyfriend. Blaine was surprised enough to learn that Mike was on the football team.
And he was even more surprised when a tall blond stunning cheerleader stopped as she was walking past their table and sweetly kissed Artie, a guy in a wheelchair sitting at the end of their table.
Blaine had just started to think that maybe he had misjudged the whole social ladder thing at McKinley, when a tall huge football player slapped Kurt on the back of his head, not hard enough to really hurt him but definitely visibly enough to humiliate him.
“Oh sorry girl, didn't mean to ruin your make-up!”
Kurt's smile had instantly disappeared as his hands clenched hard on the edge of the table.
“What a jerk!” Blaine had burst out, outraged by that guy's behavior and even more so by everyone else's indifference.
Kurt had laughed hollowly. “Welcome to McKinley”.
The rest of lunch had gone by quite uneventfully, except for Rachel insisting on him joining the Glee club as soon as he had made the huge mistake of admitting he liked to sing. At first he had been reluctant, but after a little while it had appeared blatant that “no” wasn't an option when it came to Rachel.
So he had agreed to audition the following Monday, and had been thinking about what kind of song he should sing all week long.
The rest of the week had felt already like daily routine. He had started to remember some of his classmates' names and had always sat at lunch with the Glee kids, starting to know them a bit more and to honestly appreciate them: each of them had a fierce personality of their own, and they didn't judge him. Even when he had told them he was gay, they hadn't judged him in the slightest.
He actually didn't know why he had done such a thing. They were almost strangers, and though he had always been proud of who he was, risking to lose the only people who he felt comfortable around at this new hostile public school didn't really seem like a smart move.
He thought afterwards that he had known it wouldn't be a problem because – well, because of Kurt.
Of course Kurt was gay and didn't hide the fact in the slightest (he was still blatantly flirting with him in his casual way in front of everybody).
Anyway, Blaine was now really happy he had said that loud and clear, because while Rachel had looked a little bit disappointed, Kurt had shot him a broad smile that had made his eyes – his luminous, beautiful, perfect blue eyes – glow with such a light that Blaine had thought he could easily go blind if he stared at them for too long.
And this was the first problem.
The more time he spent talking with Kurt, and generally in his presence, the more he realized that he was definitely on his way to fall far him.
It wasn't because of his flirty ways, or his incredible voice, or his slender yet strong body and the mesmerizing way anything seemed to look extremely good on him, or his fresh delicate smell, or his flawless soft skin, or his sensual lips that seemed to demand to be kissed, or his generally stunning looks – it wasn't all that, though it definitely helped: it was mostly because of his eyes.
His blue eyes that lighted up every time he laughed, his beautiful eyes that seemed unable to lie, his deep eyes that sometimes were clouded by a shadow that Blaine could never completely get, because it was gone in less than a heart beat.
Blaine had spent his week-end calling himself an idiot for being completely unable to stop thinking about Kurt and his pretty eyes – so pretty, he's so pretty I wanna die.
On Friday, in the cafeteria, Rachel had asked him what song he was going to perform for his audition. As soon as he had confessed he still hadn't decided, Kurt had dropped a piece of paper on his lunch tray. “Here's my number... If you need help with your song”.
Then he had simply winked at him and walked away, leaving Blaine almost shocked with surprise and excitement.
Kurt had given him his number. He almost couldn't believe it.
Anyway, it hadn't been much use: he had spent the whole afternoon staring blankly at his mobile phone, wondering how the hell was he supposed to start a conversation.
He didn't even think he could call him – what am I gonna say? - but at least he really wanted to text him.
At last, he decided to just go very neat and simple, just asking him for advice for his audition. It still took him until Saturday afternoon to gather enough courage to do that.
He would have been happy just to be left alone and not mocked or thrown in a dumpster or – as seemed customary at McKinley High – slushied. Blaine shuddered every time he thought about the possibility of having that wet sticky cold thing hit his face and drip all over his sweater vest and bow-tie. Not to mention the disastrous amount of time it would have taken to take it out of his perfectly gelled hair.
Anyway, his tiny figure seemed to be unexpectedly helpful on that matter, since it allowed him to sneak away unseen any time some football team jock would walk down the hallways looking for a punching-ball.
By the end of the week, he was quite satisfied at how he had managed to survive without damage and actually with some pretty positive though unexpected events.
First of all, for some strange reason definitely beyond his possibility if understanding, a nice guy had hit on him right the first day of school – well, nice wasn't the best word to describe him. Amazingly handsome and charming fit much better.
Maybe Blaine was shy and inexperienced, but he wasn't dumb, and the look in that guy's eyes could hardly be mistaken.
The fact that, though flattered, it had made him feel really awkward and uncomfortable because he ignored the first thing about flirting and therefore he had been unsure of how to behave and what to say – well, that was a whole other matter.
Anyway, that guy – Kurt Hummel was his name – had been nice enough to ask him if he wanted to sit with him and his friends, at lunch. Blaine had been very glad and thankful, since he was quite positive he had never seen such a hostile place as the cafeteria of McKinley High: you could easily spot the cool tables where the cheerleaders and football players sat, looking down on everybody else as if they ruled that place – which they actually did, as a matter of fact. Then, there were the so-called losers, which were in turn divided into those who had at least some friends and stuck together, creating a sort of society of their own, and those who were losers among losers and had to run and eat their lunch in some bathroom stall not to be picked on.
Thanks to Kurt, Blaine didn't have to join this last shameful category; instead, he sat with Kurt and his friends, a bunch of people that formed a group of their own, as Blaine understood quickly enough: it's not like they were popular, actually they were every bully's favourite target – nonetheless, they were not sad looking and bored as most of the other students seemed to be. They were clearly living high school in a different way than anybody else; after five minutes of sitting with them, Blaine had the impression they were like a big family – quite a messed up one, actually, but still a family it was.
They were the Glee club, the New Directions (Blaine wondered who the hell had been so dumb to choose that name without realizing how ridiculous it sounded, but he chose not to ask because he really didn't feel like offending the only people who were actually being nice to him).
Kurt had made him sit between him and a black girl named Mercedes, who was animatedly discussing with another girl sitting opposite to Blaine called Rachel. Opposite Kurt sat an Asian sweet-looking girl called Tina, and next to her Mike, her Asian boyfriend. Blaine was surprised enough to learn that Mike was on the football team.
And he was even more surprised when a tall blond stunning cheerleader stopped as she was walking past their table and sweetly kissed Artie, a guy in a wheelchair sitting at the end of their table.
Blaine had just started to think that maybe he had misjudged the whole social ladder thing at McKinley, when a tall huge football player slapped Kurt on the back of his head, not hard enough to really hurt him but definitely visibly enough to humiliate him.
“Oh sorry girl, didn't mean to ruin your make-up!”
Kurt's smile had instantly disappeared as his hands clenched hard on the edge of the table.
“What a jerk!” Blaine had burst out, outraged by that guy's behavior and even more so by everyone else's indifference.
Kurt had laughed hollowly. “Welcome to McKinley”.
The rest of lunch had gone by quite uneventfully, except for Rachel insisting on him joining the Glee club as soon as he had made the huge mistake of admitting he liked to sing. At first he had been reluctant, but after a little while it had appeared blatant that “no” wasn't an option when it came to Rachel.
So he had agreed to audition the following Monday, and had been thinking about what kind of song he should sing all week long.
The rest of the week had felt already like daily routine. He had started to remember some of his classmates' names and had always sat at lunch with the Glee kids, starting to know them a bit more and to honestly appreciate them: each of them had a fierce personality of their own, and they didn't judge him. Even when he had told them he was gay, they hadn't judged him in the slightest.
He actually didn't know why he had done such a thing. They were almost strangers, and though he had always been proud of who he was, risking to lose the only people who he felt comfortable around at this new hostile public school didn't really seem like a smart move.
He thought afterwards that he had known it wouldn't be a problem because – well, because of Kurt.
Of course Kurt was gay and didn't hide the fact in the slightest (he was still blatantly flirting with him in his casual way in front of everybody).
Anyway, Blaine was now really happy he had said that loud and clear, because while Rachel had looked a little bit disappointed, Kurt had shot him a broad smile that had made his eyes – his luminous, beautiful, perfect blue eyes – glow with such a light that Blaine had thought he could easily go blind if he stared at them for too long.
And this was the first problem.
The more time he spent talking with Kurt, and generally in his presence, the more he realized that he was definitely on his way to fall far him.
It wasn't because of his flirty ways, or his incredible voice, or his slender yet strong body and the mesmerizing way anything seemed to look extremely good on him, or his fresh delicate smell, or his flawless soft skin, or his sensual lips that seemed to demand to be kissed, or his generally stunning looks – it wasn't all that, though it definitely helped: it was mostly because of his eyes.
His blue eyes that lighted up every time he laughed, his beautiful eyes that seemed unable to lie, his deep eyes that sometimes were clouded by a shadow that Blaine could never completely get, because it was gone in less than a heart beat.
Blaine had spent his week-end calling himself an idiot for being completely unable to stop thinking about Kurt and his pretty eyes – so pretty, he's so pretty I wanna die.
On Friday, in the cafeteria, Rachel had asked him what song he was going to perform for his audition. As soon as he had confessed he still hadn't decided, Kurt had dropped a piece of paper on his lunch tray. “Here's my number... If you need help with your song”.
Then he had simply winked at him and walked away, leaving Blaine almost shocked with surprise and excitement.
Kurt had given him his number. He almost couldn't believe it.
Anyway, it hadn't been much use: he had spent the whole afternoon staring blankly at his mobile phone, wondering how the hell was he supposed to start a conversation.
He didn't even think he could call him – what am I gonna say? - but at least he really wanted to text him.
At last, he decided to just go very neat and simple, just asking him for advice for his audition. It still took him until Saturday afternoon to gather enough courage to do that.
To Kurt, 15:30
Hi Kurt, it's Blaine! I was wondering if you could give me some advice on what kind of song I should go with on Monday?
You know, I really wanna make a good impression...
From Kurt, 15:35
Hey Blaine! I was starting to think I wouldn't hear from you at all... ;)
You should chose something you feel comfortable with, any genre will do, we're pretty much the miscellaneous group if you haven't noticed.
And don't worry, I'm sure everyone will like you ;)
To Kurt, 15:37
Thanks for the advice! I'll just chose a song I know very well, then, and hope it'll go well.
From Kurt, 15:45
what song do you have in mind?
To Kurt, 15:48
Uhm... Teenage Dream?
I know it's probably very very cheesy and it's also sung by a woman, but I really like it and it feels comfortable, so... uhm yeah.
From Kurt, 15:51
I think it kinda fits your personality.
Must be your shower song... am I right? ;)
To Kurt, 15:56
Uhm, actually yeah
Yeah you're right.
My parents definitely can't stand it anymore ;)
From Kurt, 15:58
I should be so lucky as to hear you sing Katy Perry in the shower ;)
All I get here is Finn doing bad mash-ups of the Rolling Stones and the Doors
And my father not knowing there *are* other singers besides Springsteen
To Kurt, 15:59
Hey! I like Springsteen :)
From Kurt, 16:00
… You do?
To Kurt, 16:01
Absolutely
From Kurt, 16:02
Wasn't expecting that, I'll tell ya...
To Kurt, 16:04
The Boss is awesome, Kurt. Deal with it ;)
From Kurt, 16:06
Well... So much for stereotypes, I guess?
To Kurt, 16:07
Yeah... so much for stereotypes :)
From Kurt, 16:08
;)
Blaine let himself heavily fall back on his bed.
Had he really just flirted with a gorgeous boy through texts?
Apparently, yes.
He read again the whole conversation, failing miserably at his attempts to contain his smile. It hadn't even been that difficult – on the contrary, it came quite natural. And at least if they weren't talking face to face he didn't run the risk of losing completely the thread of conversation while staring in Kurt's amazing eyes, and he could also pretend to be sort of cool and flirt without the risk of stuttering miserably.
With one last look at that last little wink Kurt had sent him, he got up and headed for the pianoforte in the living room.
It was time to practice a bit if he wanted to impress the Glee club – well, Kurt.