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Sept. 10, 2012, 3:02 a.m.
Life of a Wingman: Chapter 9
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Author's Notes: With only a few days until Nationals, Kurt starts to feel the pressure.Please enjoy.
With only a week to prepare, I had to practice night and day to make sure I was ready. After picking the perfect song to sing for Nationals, and really for Blaine, I pretty much only ate, slept, and sang.
Even though Rachel told me not to tell Blaine that I knew he had spoken to her, I couldn’t hold back from at least telling him the good news.
Lying on my back that night, I looked up at the ceiling as I dialed Blaine’s number.
“Hello? Blaine Anderson speaking.”
“What was that?” I snorted.
“Kurt?”
“Of course it’s Kurt, silly. Who else would call you from this number?”
He laughed at that. “Sorry, I didn’t look at the screen when I answered. I’m waiting for a certain phone call.”
“Oh? Something I should be worried about?” I joked.
“No, you never have anything to worry about. Besides, would I answer the phone like that for someone I was going to cheat on you with?”
My stomach flipped at that. No, we weren’t actually dating and no, that shouldn’t have mattered to me, but it did.
“So who were you expecting? With an answer like that, I’m assuming it’s someone important.”
“Colleges, actually,” he supplied. “I called one of my potential schools a few days ago and I’ve been on edge about their response. So, why did you call me? I’m sure it wasn’t to hear about my possible higher education.”
“No, though that is very interesting,” I laughed. “I wanted to tell you what happened today with Rachel. You’ll never believe me.”
“Try me.” I could practically hear the smile on his face.
“Rachel gave me her solo for Nationals! I’ve been practicing nonstop since she told me. I’m so excited!”
“Kurt, that’s wonderful! I’m so proud of you. You’re finally getting your shot!”
All thanks to you, I thought.
“But I have to admit, I’m a little terrified. What if I’m not good enough?”
“Kurt, please, I’ve heard you sing. You’re one of the best performers I’ve ever heard, and that’s saying something because I went to a Katy Perry concert two years back.” I laughed at that. “You’ll be fine, Kurt. There’s no reason for you to be nervous. You’re going to kill this thing.”
“Thank you,” was all I was able to say without giving everything away.
“So what song did you choose? Can I help you practice?” Blaine said changing the subject.
“Well,” I said, already starting to blush. “I can’t tell you. It’s a surprise.”
“What?” he exclaimed. “Kurt, come on, that’s not fair! I can’t handle suspense!”
“Oh, please, you can handle two days.”
“Says you,” he pouted through the phone.
“No, Blaine. This is something I have to do, something I want to do, and you of all people cannot hear this song until it’s meant to be heard.”
“Fine, but then you can’t hear the song that we’re working on for the group number!”
“Blaine!”
“Two can play at this game, Mr. Hummel,” Blaine said.
“You, sir, are terrible.”
“You like it.”
I blushed again. “Yeah, yeah I do.”
Blaine’s whole voice changed then, from joking to gentle. “So, I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”
“Definitely.”
“Alright. And Kurt?”
“Hmm?”
“Make sure you don’t miss glee club tomorrow. You won’t want to miss it.”
As I walked into glee the next afternoon I was practically vibrating with curiosity. Who ends a phone call like that? He wasn’t the only one who couldn’t handle suspense. I sat between Rachel and Tina on the bottom row waiting for rehearsal to start. Tina kept giving me the weirdest smiles but whenever I asked her what her problem was, she always said the same thing.
“Oh, Kurt, believe me, there is no problem.”
Mr. Schue started class, talking about Nationals.
I sighed and settled into my seat, just waiting for the day to end. As time grew closer, I grew more and more frantic about Nationals, only one day away now. I was on edge. I was a Wingman; there was no way I could pull this off. I wasn’t meant to have the spotlight. I was supposed to sway in the background, I was out of place.
That’s when Blaine walked in, taking the stage.
“Hi, everyone. I know I’m the newest member of glee club and it’s kind of a bad time to want to sing anything that isn’t for Nationals, but in a way this is. I dedicate this song to Kurt.” He turned, talking only to me. “Kurt, I know you’re worried about tomorrow, but you don’t have to be. I know you will move mountains. I hope this helps build your confidence.”
“Can’t complain now, can you, Fabray?” Rachel whispered.
“Shut it, Berry.”
Tina shushed the two of them, turning back to Blaine who had moved to sit at the piano. He looked at me one final time before playing out the opening chords. I would be lying if I said I had never heard the song before and I would be lying if I said that it was not the most beautiful thing I had ever heard.
You're a falling star, you're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to say.
I couldn’t help but laugh at that. There had been so many instances where Blaine had stepped over the deemed line of appropriate language around parents, siblings, and well, anyone else.
And you play it coy but it's kinda cute.
Blaine winked at me then and I couldn’t help but blush. I looked down at the floor for a moment, trying to contain myself.
This was the first time that someone had put me in the spotlight like this; the first time someone had sung to me, to only me, just for me.
Ah, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do.
Baby don't pretend that you don't know it's true.
'Cause you can see it when I look at you.
And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, you make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
And the emphasis he put on the last word, I knew he was telling the truth. This beautiful song was not just something to calm me down; Blaine was telling me something much deeper.
And it was everything I had ever wanted to hear.
You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,
And you light me up, when you ring my bell.
You're a mystery, you're from outer space,
You're every minute of my every day.
Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,
And you know that's what our love can do.
So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
You're every song, and I sing along.
'Cause you're my everything.
Yeah, yeah
I could hardly breathe. No one had ever done something like this for me. Somehow, someway, I had become something, I had become everything, to this wonderful, amazing boy. Now I was learning that he was my everything too.
So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
So, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
The room erupted into applause, but Blaine barely acknowledged it. To my left, Rachel sat seething. She must not have liked that I was the one who had been serenaded, it was usually her. Was she jealous?
On the right, Tina clapped the loudest, giving Blaine a standing ovation. She giggled as she looked between Blaine and me with the biggest smile I had ever seen on her face.
After everyone had settled down from Blaine’s performance, class resumed as usual. When Mr. Schuester dismissed us, I was still glued to my seat, still processing what had happened only minutes before.
“Kurt?” I looked up to see Blaine staring at me from the piano. I surveyed the room, noticing that we were the only two left.
I didn’t respond to him. I couldn’t respond without my voice cracking from the emotions swirling around inside me.
“Kurt?” Blaine asked again, kneeling down in front of me. “Kurt, say something.” His voice was like a broken vase, once beautiful, now shattered.
“Why?” I whispered.
“Why what?”
“Don’t play dumb, Blaine. I know you better than that.”
“That’s right, you do,” He smiled. “Why did I sing that for you?”
I nodded. “Unless it’s to shove me into a wall, no one ever notices me.”
“You were the first person to talk to me, you know,” he said.
“What?”
“You were. No one even bothered to try. You were the first.”
“Well, we were paired together-” I tried to reason.
“Can you honestly say that you wouldn’t have said something to me otherwise? Come on, Kurt I know you better than that.”
I smiled at him using my words against me. “That’s right, you do,” I repeated. “Well, I might have said something.”
“And that’s what I love about you, Kurt,” he said, putting a hand on my knee.
I stopped, my eyes widening.
“When I first come here, I didn’t have a single friend. That changed, but not before you. You were the first. You care. You care more than anyone I’ve ever met.”
“No-”
“Yes! I don’t know why you don’t see it!”
“Because I’m not- not caring.” And it was true. It was something I had been dealing with for a long time. I was not a caring person, I didn’t even notice when I was hurting Blaine back before the talk with Mattie. I only thought about my Leading Lady and myself. That was all.
“But you are!” he argued. “More than anyone. You cared enough to help your stepbrother with his dancing and with any problems with Rachel. You care enough about Rachel to help her whenever she needs it. To check her outfits and practice solos with her. Hell, you care enough to sacrifice your own happiness to follow her to NYADA! But most importantly, you cared about me. Someone you didn’t even know. You cared enough to reach out to me and accept me when no one else would.”
“Blaine-”
“It was all true, you know,” he said, looking up at me with long lashes. “The song. You're beautiful, Kurt. You're beautiful and amazing and talented and worth so much more than you let yourself be. I just can't understand why you don't see it.”
“No one notices me.” I mumbled.
Blaine picked up my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “I notice you, Kurt.”
I could feel the butterflies building in my stomach again. It happened every time he looked at me like that, a look of caring and trust and hope. Blaine’s hand moved to my cheek and I couldn’t help but lean into the touch. This was so unreal, it was as if I, Kurt Hummel, had somehow become the lead.
“Kurt,” he sighed, looking down at my lips and back up to my eyes, a gesture I had only ever seen in movies. His brow knit as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. At first, my eyes widened to full capacity with shock. How had this happened to me? It was like a dream come true. Blaine tilted his head to the side ever so slightly, deepening the kiss a bit. My head was swimming.
“This is insane,” I whispered against his lips.
“What is?”
“This. Us. This sort of thing only happens to lead roles, not to the extras.”
Blaine pulled away just enough to look into my eyes. “To me, you are the lead. You are the biggest, brightest shining star there ever was. And I’m just lucky to be a part of the show, watching you glow.”
Then I kissed him again. I couldn’t help it. He didn’t seem to mind, leaning into me and sighing with content like I was be best thing since the invention of Nutella.
His lips were soft against mine, moving slow and steady, because really, why hurry? We didn’t need to. Blaine’s free hand came around my waist, pulling me forward in my chair, closer to him.
“I did it, you know,” I breathed, pulling away for air.
“Made me fall for you?” Blaine gasped, moving to my neck. He pressed sweet kisses over every inch he could reach, under my jaw, down my neck, in the place where throat meet shoulder.
I giggled. “No, applied to fashion schools. Back when we had our talk about what we wanted to do after high school.”
Blaine pulled fully away then and the smile that he gave me made my heart ache. It was made of pure joy.
“Kurt, that’s wonderful!” he exclaimed, pulling me in for a tight hug and kissing me fiercely. “Where?”
“Parsons and FIT,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I know they’re really selective, but if there’s anything I’ve learned from you it’s that it doesn’t hurt to try.”
Blaine pulled me in for another kiss, this one full of an emotion I was only just then starting to understand.
“Rachel isn’t going to be happy when she hears about this, though,” I sighed.
“No,” Blaine said, pulling away again. “But maybe when you bring us home a Nationals trophy, she might turn around.”
End Notes: There you have it!The song I used in this chapter was Everything by Michael Buble.And the kiss finally happened! Huzzah! Now that Blaine has calmed Kurt down, how will he handle Nationals? Next time: Nationals! Stay tuned!!
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I've been seeing the artwork for this on dA for ages! Kept meaning to come read it, so glad I finally got here. I am looking forward to more.
Wow, well thank you for checking it out! :D
One look at the lyrics.*FLOPS OVER AND DIES*I've been looking for you forever.FINALLY SOMEONE HAS BLAINE SING THIS TO KURT!! THANK YOU PRAISE JESUS HALLELUJAH!!!
Hahahaha, best response ever! Thank you! I thought it fit pretty well. :)