Two hours after meeting the only other gay guy he knows (though Kurt was still questioning the sexuality of one Sam Evans), he was now in Blaine’s bed, knees, thighs and shoulders touching as they sat listening to all the musical music on Blaine’s iPod. Kurt was shocked that his collection actually rivaled that of his own, though admittedly, Blaine had more Sweeny Todd than Kurt thought necessary.
“I just don’t understand how you can love Sweeny Todd that much,” Kurt exclaimed looking at Blaine wholly questioning his sanity.
“Because Johnny Depp is a stud muffin. Have you heard his accent?!” Blaine said, throwing his hands up for emphasis. Kurt was suddenly distracted by the movement as it caused the Dalton shirt he was wearing to ride up his torso a few inches, revealing that tan stomach that he had seen a mere two hours ago.
“Yes. Johnny Depp is hot, though admit it, he’s WAY hotter in Pirates. But he still demon barber’s people’s heads off. That’s totally barbaric!” Kurt said, wide eyed.
“But anything him and Helena Bonham Carter are in together are fantastic! They have amazing chemistry. Plus, the blood is so fake that it’s not at all barbaric!” Blaine argued.
“It’s still gross. Now, Wicked. That is a fantastic production.” Kurt said, criss-crossing his legs sitting up. Blaine noticed the light flicker on in his eyes when he mentioned it. Which triggered Blaine to smile simultaneously.
“I’ll agree with you there. I’m hopelessly obsessed with Wicked. It’s my guilty pleasure,” he said focusing his eyes towards his lap. “Wes and David laugh at me anytime they hear it play or me talk about it. So, I’ve kind of just stopped listening to it unless it’s here after curfew.”
“How can they not like Wicked!?” Kurt questioned, unable to comprehend it. “At least the New Directions guys can appreciate it. They even enjoyed the Defying Gravity diva-off we did last year! But then again, New-D loves its drama…”
“You guys did a Wicked song?” asked Blaine.
“Yeah, Rachel and I did it to see who would sing it as a solo because Mr. Schue didn’t even give anyone a chance to audition for it, even though I wanted to. My dad went in and gave them a piece of his mind. So, Schue let us do a sing off…” Kurt trailed off.
Blaine just looked at him with a look of utter confusion. “You sang Defying Gravity? How?”
“I’m a countertenor,” he said nonchalantly.
Blaine just gaped at him. “A cou-countertenor?!”
“Yup,” was all Kurt said as he grinned at Blaine.
“You hit the high F!?”
“Well, not exactly,” the smile slipped off Kurt’s face as soon as Blaine asked the question. He saw Blaine’s adorably triangular eyebrows rise in questioning. “My dad started getting calls at his shop about the fact that I’m gay and was singing a girl’s song, so I blew it on purpose at the audition.”
“Are you serious? Kurt, how can you be so selfless after everything that’s happened to you?” Blaine questioned, all Kurt saw was utter awe on his face. “I would’ve belted out that note as if my life depended on it, yet somehow you just blew it.”
“I’ve known I was gay from the time I was five. I was always different and I was into girl things more than guy things. My dad told me that my mom had known from the time I was three. He never believed it until I told him. Since my mom died when I was nine, she never really had to deal with the bad bullies; I’ve dealt with it so my dad never had to. I didn’t feel right making him go through that for me, so I blew it,” there were tears streaming down Kurt’s face again.
Blaine unconsciously put his arm around Kurt’s shoulder. He felt Kurt tense slightly before leaning into Blaine’s shoulder. He felt tears start to seep through his shirt, but he just held Kurt tighter. Kurt had wrapped both his arms around Blaine’s torso and Blaine had his other arm wrapped around Kurt’s left, holding onto his elbow. They stayed like this for several minutes, neither boy said anything, neither had to, they both knew that the other was silently crying for themselves and the other.
Simultaneously, the boys tears slowed until the stopped altogether and the pulled away, unabashedly wiping the tears off their cheeks. Blaine checked the clock which read 5:35.
“Dinner?” he asked looking toward Kurt smiling slightly.
“Sure. But, then I’ve got to get going, Lima’s nearly a three hour drive and I’ve got school tomorrow,” he answered standing up and adjusting his jacket. He looked down at his usual immaculate appearance. He wasn’t dressed in perfection, his shirt was untucked and the top three buttons were undone, his jacket wasn’t buttoned but just hung loosely. Refusing to look too unkempt, he simply made sure his tie wasn’t hanging and glanced at Blaine, who was still sitting on his bed, staring at Kurt.
“What?” he asked nervously.
“I just don’t understand how you can look so strong after everything that’s happened to you,” he admitted, leaning his elbow onto his knee.
“I mastered the brave fa�ade at thirteen, Blaine. I’m so used to it, that it’s almost second nature,” he said, reaching out his hand for Blaine to take When the hell did I get this brave?! He thought the second he did it. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m starving. Take me somewhere that has a really good salad selection.”
“Of course, sir! Right away!” Blaine exclaimed, hopping up and bowing slightly to Kurt as he extended his arm, ever the gentleman.
Laughing, Kurt said, “Cheesy much?” They exited Blaine’s room and he led them through halls of Dalton.
“You’ll get to know me well, Kurt. I’m one of the most childish teenagers you will ever meet,” he said. Well, if I ever want something with him – oh hell, who am I kidding? I definitely want something with him – he needs to know what he’s getting himself into. “I love being really cheesy,” he gestured down to their arms, as Kurt’s was still enveloped in his own. “I love Disney movies, and covering Disney songs –“ He was cut off by Kurt’s laughter.
“Who does that?” he giggled. “But, you’re not childish, because I’m a diehard Disney fan, as well.”
“Really?” Blaine asked skeptically.
“Blaine, seriously? I’m the stereotypical gay. Of course I like Disney movies, mainly the princess movies,” he said grinning from ear to ear, not even worrying about revealing this to a total stranger. He won’t care. ….Will he? But, he brushed that thought away as he saw Blaine smile. Kurt may have just visibly swooned at that smile, but right now, he didn’t care.
“Well then, this could make for an interesting friendship,” Blaine said, turning toward the main entrance that Kurt had found himself entering a mere three hours ago.
“Oh? And how’s that?”
“Well, if you don’t have the same likes and dislikes in Disney movies as I do, I tend to get a little…eccentric, to say the least.”
“How eccentric are we talking here?” Kurt asked, almost nervously.
Blaine flashed him a smile, “Your car or mine?”
“Whichever you prefer,” Kurt said, determined to get him back on topic. “How eccentric, Blaine?”
“Well, let’s just say Wes has had to use the gavel on me. Numerous times,” he said, laughing as he opened the passenger door of his Chevrolet Volt for Kurt.
“We’ll get back to eccentric later. Who’s Wes and why does he have a gavel?”
As he started the car, Blaine chuckled lightly. “Wes, along with David and Thad make up the Warbler’s council. We don’t have a teacher to lead the Warbler’s. Those three regulate the meetings. We all get to vote on song choices and soloists, but they have final say. Wed and David are also my best friends, which a lot of guys think means that’s why I get all the solo’s, but it’s not. Most of the guys have said that I deserve them and whatever, but I really want someone else to have the chance to sing one,” he rambled out.
“You’re amazing. You know that? Most people would kill to have all the solo’s and keep them. But, you don’t want them. Why?”
“Well, it’s not that I don’t love them. I’m so thankful that so many other guys have these great voices, but they’re never showcased. I’ve had ever solo since the beginning of last year and I’m sick of overshadowing everyone,” said Blaine, honestly. He had never been this honest with anyone and he couldn’t figure out why he was being so brutally honest with this – beautiful – boy he just met.
“I wish Rachel could see it like you do,” Kurt all but muttered.
“That’s the girl you sang Defying Gravity with?” Blaine asked as Kurt marveled at his memory.
“Y-yeah. She’s the glee club diva at McKinley. ‘Mr. Schue, this solo would be perfect for me!’, ‘I think that I should get this solo because I’m perfect’ yada yada yada. On and on. I mean, yeah she’s good, but she thinks that she just deserves everything. Plus, her fashion sense is that of a three year old,” Kurt said, giggling at the end of his spiel.
“Someone needs to be hit with my dapper stick,” Blaine said in what appeared to Kurt to be an entirely serious way.
“Two things: Do you realize how perverted that sounded? And two: “Dapper”? Who uses the word dapper?” Kurt said, full on laughing. Blaine joined in after realizing what he said.
“Wes and David call me dapper all the time. I guess it’s because I like being a gentleman. Holding doors open for people, saying ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, which, by the way, are becoming grossly underused in today’s society. Don’t you think?”
Kurt had been staring at Blaine from the word gentleman. He could get used to being around a gentleman after dealing with the idiotic jocks and McKinley…
“Kurt? We’re here.” Blaine said as he waved his hand in front of Kurt’s eyes.
“Sorry, just…thinking.” He muttered, unbuckling his seatbelt and sliding from the car, gracefully.
“Well, this is the Mud House. It’s the best coffee place around. Plus, as per your request they also have meals and make a killer cobb salad.” Blaine said leading Kurt in towards a table midway through the coffeehouse, but near a window.
"So, what was that about you being eccentric, earlier?" Kurt quipped, smiling.
"Well, once, David and I argued about who was better: Aurora or Jasmine. He said Jasmine and wouldn't let up, so I kind of....threw my Chem book at him," Blaine said, looking down and blushing.
"Blaine! Your Chem book?!"
"Don't worry, Wes decided it was time to step in after that and hit me with the gavel. My shoulder was bruised for a week and a half after that. Now, we just tend to avoid arguments and just watch the movies.
Kurt just stared at this perfect boy, who wasn't afraid to admit his obsession with Disney princesses.
"Good! Just so you know, Aurora is by far superior. I've always loved Sleeping Beauty," Kurt said smiling at Blaine.
"Good choice. I don't have to worry about you, yet."
"Just make sure you never have any books around me," Kurt slipped out. Shoot, now he knows that I think we'll be hanging out more.
Blaine just smiled while thinking, He wants to spend more time with me...
They ordered – Kurt the salad Blaine suggested, Blaine a turkey Panini. They talked about common interests for a while, mainly glee club, neither trying to give too much away as they were competition.
“I can see it now. Finn and Rachel start out in the back with a heartfelt duet; Finn enters first, followed by Rachel. They run up on stage where we all magically appear and sing backup, as usual. Then Mercedes belts out the last note, which leads us into our group number,” Kurt said, once the food arrived and they had started eating. “Typical Schuester.”
Blaine grimaced. “I know how that is. We do pretty much the same thing every performance. The dance moves you saw in Teenage Dream?” He questioned. Kurt nodded, so he continued. “Pretty much the extent of our dancing.
“Really? We dance fairly regularly. I mean, during competitions it’s all prefect and whatnot, but for rehearsals we like to just let loose.”
“Lucky! What’s your favorite song you guys have danced to?”
“Oh my, it’d have to be Give Up The Funk.” Kurt said, reminiscently. “We performed it for Vocal Adrenaline after Jesse left so we could prove that we could win, seeing as they had never done a funk number.”
“Jesse? As in Jesse St. James, Jesse?” Blaine asked, utterly confused.
“Yeah, I’ll tell you that story later, it’s kind of a sore subject,” Blaine nodded. “It was so much fun for everyone to just let loose and perform just ‘cause we could. They all enjoyed that song.”
“I bet,” Blaine continued on with his sandwich, looking up at Kurt after every bite. He noticed the way that Kurt almost meticulously ate the salad, making sure there was never too much on the fork. After every single bite he would pull his cup of iced tea to his lips and take a sip then dab at his mouth with the napkin off his lap. He found it adorable. Kurt’s eyes were downcast the whole time, but it didn’t appear to Blaine to be in a sad way, possibly just pondering. But, then again, he’s had that wall up for so long and no one has ever noticed. He did admit he’s good at hiding things.
Kurt glanced up at Blaine as he ate and smiled. Blaine was eating his sandwich intently, chewing the bits thoughtfully and thankfully using his napkin like a real human. Kurt noticed his eyelashes. Dear Grilled Cheesus they were the longest he had ever seen. How did I not notice these sooner? He asked himself as Blaine looked up and caught his eye, grinning. Oh right, the eyes caught me. They held eye contact for a few seconds longer before Kurt couldn’t do it anymore and looked down, blushing.
He looks heavenly when he blushes. Blaine thought, polishing off his sandwich and wiping his mouth with his napkin before clearing his throat.
“So, was it good, or was it good?” he grinned.
“It was fantastic, thank you. For everything,” Kurt whispered the last two words.
“Don’t even bother. I enjoyed getting to meet the worst spy ever,” Blaine tried to hold in his laughter and it wasn’t going over well. He busted out in tears from laughing so hard.
“Blaine, it wasn’t that funny,” Kurt said pulling out his bitch glare.
“Whoa. Scary Kurt. Remind me not to piss you off anymore,” he said.
“Anymore?” Kurt questioned.
“Well yeah, I mean, I really like you Kurt. You’re a fantastic guy and I really want to stay friends with you,” Blaine admitted shyly.
“You…You do? Really?”
“Of course I do. You didn’t think that I’d listen to how hurt you are and then hurt you more by just leaving you, did you?” he asked. “Kurt, that happened to me and I know how it feels. I’ll never do that to anyone.”
“Thank you, Blaine. That means a lot,” Kurt said, willing the tears not to fall.
Blaine grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. “I know what you’re going through and I will always be available to talk if you need me to, Kurt,” Blaine said, staring straight into his eyes, “I promise.”
Kurt smiled weakly and sniffled a little bit.
“Give me your phone.”
Kurt reached into his jacket pocked and produced his phone. He watched Blaine type his name and number in.
“If you ever need someone to talk to, now you have my number. Whether you need help with those idiots, or you just need someone to talk Disney with, I’m just a text or phone call or drive away,” he smiled as they stood up together.
“Thank you, I’ll definitely hold you to that. No one appreciates my love of Disney. My stepbrother, Finn, especially can’t stand it.”
“Well, now you have me.”
Kurt smiled as they paid (well, Blaine paid while Kurt protested – “It’s nothing. Really.”) They walked to Blaine’s car and after he had closed Kurt’s door, he headed over to the driver’s side door and played the CD.
“Do you have a Katy Perry obsession or something?”
“What? She’s amazing! Have you heard her songs?”
“Hmm…. Let’s think to..oh about three hours ago when this stranger pulled me into a room and sang Teenage Dream with all these crazy looking guys jamming out around me. So, no. I’ve never heard her songs,” Kurt teased , lightly elbowing Blaine’s arm.
“Fine. Fine. I get it. You have, but she’s seriously a goddess.” Blaine laughed, turning into Dalton’s parking lot.
“You’re obsessed. Don’t think I didn’t notice all the songs of hers you had on your laptop when we were in your room earlier.”
“Guilty,” Blaine admitted, weakly.
Kurt laughed as he got out before Blaine could open his door.
Kurt led him toward his Navigator and got in, rolling down the window.
“Thanks for not killing me for spying, Blaine,” Kurt teased.
“You’re just lucky you’re such an awful spy and I caught you first.”
“Yeah, yeah. Hey, Blaine?” Kurt asked while he felt his heart rate speed up I’m gonna do this. Don’t wimp out now, Hummel.
“Yeah?” Blaine asked, quirking one of his adorable eyebrows up.
“You want to hang out Friday?” Kurt questioned, exhaling the breath he didn’t notice he was holding.
“Sure! Just text me sometime and let me know the plans and I’ll be there,” Blaine said enthusiastically.
“I will!” Oh dear Cheesus. He just said he’d willingly hang out with me…Mercedes is going to flip.
“Oh, and Kurt?”
“Yes?”
“Text me when you get home so I know you made it safely, will you?”
“I will. I promise,” Kurt said, all but swooning at the chivalry of this boy, wanting to make sure he got home safely.
Blaine leaned his torso through Kurt’s window and hugged him. Kurt responded enthusiastically.
“Bye, Blaine. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“You better,” Blaine said smiling. He backed away as Kurt started his car. He backed out and waved at Blaine before putting the car into drive and pulling out. He glanced back in his rearview mirror when he got to the exit and saw Blaine standing in the same spot.
He’s a keeper.