KlaineHugs
Aug. 1, 2015, 7 p.m.
The Switch : Chapter 6
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"Ah- didnt Jake say you werent going to be home until later?" Kurt asked after staring at the man in front of him for a few beats longer then necessary.
"Something came up at work for Wes, so he had to cancel. Ive been in the basement practicing, so I barely heard you come in- I didnt know you would be here so early," Blaine replied, stumbling a little over his words.
"Oh," was all Kurt could say as he continued to stare at the man in front of him for the first time since that night at the bar. Unlike what he had originally seen him in, he was currently wearing a navy blue t-shirt with a crest that Kurt remembered belonged to Dalton Academy, a dark pair of wash jeans, and a pair of black converse. His hair was once again in unruly curls that never seemed to stay the way he wanted them to, and he nervously ran his fingers through them under Kurts gaze. Kurt let his eyes travel away from Blaines lightly olive toned arms and made direct contact with the hazel eyes behind black framed glasses that always seemed to be changing color.
Blaine cleared his throat after a second, snapping Kurt out of his trance with a jolt. "So, where is everyone else?"
"Theyre with Jake, he got a call from the venue for Thursday about needing to go over some last minute arrangements. I decided to stay here and get some things done. Make some calls, make some notes on the script... wait for you to arrive," Kurt felt his face heat up as the words left his mouth. He averted his eyes and looked back at his bag which was propped up behind him. When Kurt glanced back up, Blaine had skeptical look on his face and an eyebrow raised.
"What?" Kurt asked, half giggling at the look on Blaines face.
"Nothing," Blaine said, grinning sweetly. "I just admire how much passion youre putting into this part. Youve literally been preparing for this role before they even offered it to you."
"Well, theres something I always tell myself when I go for something I know I truly want: no matter what life throws at you, know that if you truly want it and believe in it enough, youll get what youve always wanted."
"Thats a good thing to live by," Blaine replied. "Are you hungry? We can make something for lunch, seeing as your internal clock probably hasnt gotten used to the time difference yet. Its 9AM here, but Im sure you probably feel like its 12."
"Um sure, that would be great," Kurt said as he followed Blaine down the hallway. They made a few turns down before emerging into the kitchen. If Kurt thought the living room was big, he was in for a shock with the rest of the house. Particularly the kitchen. Granite counter tops lined the outer walls of the room, and dark mahogany cupboards hung above them. There was an island in the middle of the space, made of the same light colored granite that bordered the walls. Four stools sat around the island, and a vase full of red and yellow flowers sat on the countertop.
"Wow." Kurt said glancing around the room once more. "This kitchen is amazing, I would kill to have a kitchen this big back in New York."
"Do you cook?" Blaine asked as he opened the door of a heavy stainless steel refrigerator to look inside.
"Yeah, I used to a lot back in high school and when I first moved out to New York. But after I started classes at NYADA, I havent had much time," Kurt replied as he sat down in a stool in front of the island.
"Yeah, I totally get it," Blaine said as he peaked his head around the refrigerator door. "Any requests?"
"Um... surprise me. Whats the best thing you can make?" Kurt answered after a moment of contemplating. On that note, Blaine pulled out a bag of dough and set it down in the middle of the table.
"How do you feel about pizza?"
"Pizza?" Kurt asked questioningly. "Thats your specialty?"
"Its basically the only thing I know how to make well," Blaine said sheepishly. "My mother taught me her secret recipe for making marinara sauce and the best way to cook it without burning it like I did the first few times I tried. It was our favorite thing to cook together when I was a kid."
"Hey, I wasnt shooting you down. I happen to be a huge fan of pizza, even if it is horrible for your health," Kurt replied. "I have very high expectations of you now."
"Great," Blaine said, clapping his hands together with excitement. "I promise I wont let you down, Mr. Hummel."
Kurt smiled and rolled his eyes at Blaine, who had spun around in his converse and walked over to one of the cupboards in search of flour. His phone (well Blaines phone) vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out to see a message from Mercedes.
Mercedes:Switched phones back with the hottie yet?
Kurt rolled his eyes at the screen and composed a new message.
Kurt:He has a name you know... and no not yet.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Blaine said, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a black iPhone, identical to the one that Kurt held. This one actually belonged to Kurt though. "I thought you might want this back."
Kurt took the phone and handed Blaines over to him. "Thanks, you have no idea how much Ive missed this."
"Totally worth it though, right?" Blaine asked. Kurt simply nodded his head.
"Totally worth it."
After leaving the dough to sit for a while, they finally got to preparing the pizza. First, Blaine spread out the dough evenly, making sure to get it evenly rounded so that the edges wouldnt look too lopsided, and then he proceeded to gather the rest of the ingredients from the refrigerator. When he returned, he laid them out on the table and got a spoon to spread out the sauce. Luckily he had made some earlier that week, so they didnt need to take the time to make it from scratch. Next, he evenly spread out some shredded cheese over the top of the pizza. Before he declared the pizza complete, he walked out through the sliding double glass doors to gather some things from the garden in the corner of the yard. He returned to the kitchen with a handful of basil and rinsed them with cold water before tearing pieces off the leaves and sprinkling them on the top of the cheese. With a cheesy smile on his face (no pun intended), he pushed the pizza into the double decker oven and set the timer for twenty minutes or so.
After a short wait that felt like eternity, he pulled the pizza from the oven with a knitted oven mitt that he claimed his grandmother made. Setting down the pan as carefully as he could, Kurt let himself indulge in the aroma that filled the room. The distinct smells of gooey cheese, bright red tomato sauce, and the fresh smell of basil hit his nostrils and almost made Kurt sigh in happiness.
"It smells wonderful, Blaine," he commented as Blaine reached for a rolling blade to cut the slices with. He cut the pizza into the best triangles he possibly could, and then grabbed two plates from a cabinet. He got a piece for Kurt first, then a piece for himself and then he settled down in the seat across the island from Kurt.
Blaine lifted his piece of pizza off of his plate and into the air. "Thank you. To your success in getting your part!"
Following the suit, Kurt graciously lifted his piece up and tilted it stupidly in the air near Blaines piece, laughing and rolling his eyes. "Cheers," He took a bite of his pizza and let the flavor melt in his mouth. It tasted better then it smelled. "Mmm."
"Is it good?" Blaine asked, taking a bite of his slice.
"Its amazing! Definitely meets my standards," Kurt replied, humming in appreciation.
"Only the best for you, my love," Blaine said as sarcastically as he could through a mouthful of pizza. Kurt couldnt keep his laughter inside and began laughing uncontrollably, making Blaine laugh as well, only for him to almost choke on his pizza in the process. After the laugher died down, they simply chattered lightly while enjoying the rest of the pizza, though it was mostly Blaine letting Kurt talk about his part and any other random subjects that came up. Hours seemed to go by in seconds as the two of them talked, and soon enough, they heard the front door open. Moments later, Jake and the girls appeared in the kitchen.
"You guys couldnt wait until we got back?!" Jake asked as he held up a bag from In-n-Out.
"We didnt know how long it would be before you got back," Blaine replied, taking the last bite of his pizza and licking his fingers.
"Yeah and besides, this is WAY better," Kurt added as he licked his fingers to prove his point.
"Okay, have it your way," Jake said, pulling a burger from the bag.
"Is everything set with Thursdays venue?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah everythings set. I made sure to get your names on the backstage list, and I got you guys passes in case you ran into trouble," Jake said, holding up the envelope with the passes.
"Why are you holding another performance so soon after the tour?" Kurt asked.
"My manager thought we didnt hold enough concerts in LA, so he wanted to do a local performance at a venue not too far from here."
"Where?"
"John Anson Ford Theatre." Jake replied.
"Ah, I havent heard of that one."
"Well, it might be a little tough to fill the place, so, Mercedes,"Jake began,"would you like to preform too?"
"OF COURSE J!" Mercedes said, hugging him. "Wouldnt miss it for the world! But what about-"
"Hey Kurt! Why dont we leave them to fangirl? How about I give you the tour of the house? We forgot to do that with the all talking and pizza eating," Blaine said, cutting Mercedess question off.
"Sure," Kurt said with a smile,"Lets go." The two of them got up and started down the hall, just barely hearing Santana yell "Wanky!" as they left the room.
~
After going through most of the rooms in the house, Blaine lead Kurt down the basement stairs on the far side of the house, flipping the lights on as they went down.
"This by far," Blaine said, flipping on another set of lights in the room,"my favorite part of the house."
Kurt completely understood why. The finished basement had been completely remodeled into a recording studio. The walls were painted a deep red, with pictures of broadway show posters hung with care on both sides. There was a small recording booth with walls lined with soundproofing and a glass wall that separated it from a huge panel of complicated buttons and levers that Kurt would probably never understand during the course of his lifetime.
"I can see why," Kurt said with amazement. "Do you sing?"
"Yeah, I do, I actually went to college for composing, but I sing a little too."
"Will you sing for me?" The request was out of his mouth before he even registered he was going to say it. "Ah- you dont have to if you dont wan-"
"No, its okay," Blaine said laughing and holding up his hand to silence Kurt. "Any requests?"
"Your choice," Kurt said.
Blaine nodded, walking over to a small keyboard in the corner of the room and sat down. Kurt followed suit. His hands rested on the keys for a moment as he thought about a song to play, and after a beat of waiting, he started to play the opening bars of Teenage Dream.
You think Im pretty without any make-up onYou think Im funny when I tell the punch line wrongI know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down
Before you met me, I was alrightBut things were kinda heavy, you brought me to lifeNow every February youll be my valentine, valentine
Lets go all the way tonightNo regrets, just loveWe can dance until we dieYou and I, well be young forever
You make me feel like Im living a teenage dreamThe way you turn me on, I cant sleepLets runaway and dont ever look backDont ever look back
My heart stops when you look at meJust one touch, now baby I believeThis is real, so take a chanceAnd dont ever look back, dont ever look back
"Wow," Kurt breathed when he was done. "That was amazing."
"Thank you," Blaine said, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. He opened his mouth for a second to say something, but then closed it.
"What?" Kurt asked, obviously noticing his hesitation.
"Nothing... Its just... Do you mind if I show you around LA tomorrow, just the two of us?" He asked. "We can hit all of the touristy places and take a bunch of cheesy pictures."
"I would love to," Kurt said smiling. "That sounds like a lot of fun!"
Before either of them had a chance to say anything else, their phones beeped with the same message from Mercedes.
Mercedes:Get your white asses up here! Were going swimming!
Both of them giggled. "Guess we better get up there, we wouldnt want to keep her waiting," Blaine said. Kurt just nodded and smiled. Blaine was the first one to get up, and Kurt followed close behind. He was suddenly glad he wasnt standing in front. This way Blaine couldnt see the stupidly large smile he had as he thought about tomorrow.
"Something came up at work for Wes, so he had to cancel. Ive been in the basement practicing, so I barely heard you come in- I didnt know you would be here so early," Blaine replied, stumbling a little over his words.
"Oh," was all Kurt could say as he continued to stare at the man in front of him for the first time since that night at the bar. Unlike what he had originally seen him in, he was currently wearing a navy blue t-shirt with a crest that Kurt remembered belonged to Dalton Academy, a dark pair of wash jeans, and a pair of black converse. His hair was once again in unruly curls that never seemed to stay the way he wanted them to, and he nervously ran his fingers through them under Kurts gaze. Kurt let his eyes travel away from Blaines lightly olive toned arms and made direct contact with the hazel eyes behind black framed glasses that always seemed to be changing color.
Blaine cleared his throat after a second, snapping Kurt out of his trance with a jolt. "So, where is everyone else?"
"Theyre with Jake, he got a call from the venue for Thursday about needing to go over some last minute arrangements. I decided to stay here and get some things done. Make some calls, make some notes on the script... wait for you to arrive," Kurt felt his face heat up as the words left his mouth. He averted his eyes and looked back at his bag which was propped up behind him. When Kurt glanced back up, Blaine had skeptical look on his face and an eyebrow raised.
"What?" Kurt asked, half giggling at the look on Blaines face.
"Nothing," Blaine said, grinning sweetly. "I just admire how much passion youre putting into this part. Youve literally been preparing for this role before they even offered it to you."
"Well, theres something I always tell myself when I go for something I know I truly want: no matter what life throws at you, know that if you truly want it and believe in it enough, youll get what youve always wanted."
"Thats a good thing to live by," Blaine replied. "Are you hungry? We can make something for lunch, seeing as your internal clock probably hasnt gotten used to the time difference yet. Its 9AM here, but Im sure you probably feel like its 12."
"Um sure, that would be great," Kurt said as he followed Blaine down the hallway. They made a few turns down before emerging into the kitchen. If Kurt thought the living room was big, he was in for a shock with the rest of the house. Particularly the kitchen. Granite counter tops lined the outer walls of the room, and dark mahogany cupboards hung above them. There was an island in the middle of the space, made of the same light colored granite that bordered the walls. Four stools sat around the island, and a vase full of red and yellow flowers sat on the countertop.
"Wow." Kurt said glancing around the room once more. "This kitchen is amazing, I would kill to have a kitchen this big back in New York."
"Do you cook?" Blaine asked as he opened the door of a heavy stainless steel refrigerator to look inside.
"Yeah, I used to a lot back in high school and when I first moved out to New York. But after I started classes at NYADA, I havent had much time," Kurt replied as he sat down in a stool in front of the island.
"Yeah, I totally get it," Blaine said as he peaked his head around the refrigerator door. "Any requests?"
"Um... surprise me. Whats the best thing you can make?" Kurt answered after a moment of contemplating. On that note, Blaine pulled out a bag of dough and set it down in the middle of the table.
"How do you feel about pizza?"
"Pizza?" Kurt asked questioningly. "Thats your specialty?"
"Its basically the only thing I know how to make well," Blaine said sheepishly. "My mother taught me her secret recipe for making marinara sauce and the best way to cook it without burning it like I did the first few times I tried. It was our favorite thing to cook together when I was a kid."
"Hey, I wasnt shooting you down. I happen to be a huge fan of pizza, even if it is horrible for your health," Kurt replied. "I have very high expectations of you now."
"Great," Blaine said, clapping his hands together with excitement. "I promise I wont let you down, Mr. Hummel."
Kurt smiled and rolled his eyes at Blaine, who had spun around in his converse and walked over to one of the cupboards in search of flour. His phone (well Blaines phone) vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out to see a message from Mercedes.
Mercedes:Switched phones back with the hottie yet?
Kurt rolled his eyes at the screen and composed a new message.
Kurt:He has a name you know... and no not yet.
"Oh, I almost forgot!" Blaine said, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a black iPhone, identical to the one that Kurt held. This one actually belonged to Kurt though. "I thought you might want this back."
Kurt took the phone and handed Blaines over to him. "Thanks, you have no idea how much Ive missed this."
"Totally worth it though, right?" Blaine asked. Kurt simply nodded his head.
"Totally worth it."
After leaving the dough to sit for a while, they finally got to preparing the pizza. First, Blaine spread out the dough evenly, making sure to get it evenly rounded so that the edges wouldnt look too lopsided, and then he proceeded to gather the rest of the ingredients from the refrigerator. When he returned, he laid them out on the table and got a spoon to spread out the sauce. Luckily he had made some earlier that week, so they didnt need to take the time to make it from scratch. Next, he evenly spread out some shredded cheese over the top of the pizza. Before he declared the pizza complete, he walked out through the sliding double glass doors to gather some things from the garden in the corner of the yard. He returned to the kitchen with a handful of basil and rinsed them with cold water before tearing pieces off the leaves and sprinkling them on the top of the cheese. With a cheesy smile on his face (no pun intended), he pushed the pizza into the double decker oven and set the timer for twenty minutes or so.
After a short wait that felt like eternity, he pulled the pizza from the oven with a knitted oven mitt that he claimed his grandmother made. Setting down the pan as carefully as he could, Kurt let himself indulge in the aroma that filled the room. The distinct smells of gooey cheese, bright red tomato sauce, and the fresh smell of basil hit his nostrils and almost made Kurt sigh in happiness.
"It smells wonderful, Blaine," he commented as Blaine reached for a rolling blade to cut the slices with. He cut the pizza into the best triangles he possibly could, and then grabbed two plates from a cabinet. He got a piece for Kurt first, then a piece for himself and then he settled down in the seat across the island from Kurt.
Blaine lifted his piece of pizza off of his plate and into the air. "Thank you. To your success in getting your part!"
Following the suit, Kurt graciously lifted his piece up and tilted it stupidly in the air near Blaines piece, laughing and rolling his eyes. "Cheers," He took a bite of his pizza and let the flavor melt in his mouth. It tasted better then it smelled. "Mmm."
"Is it good?" Blaine asked, taking a bite of his slice.
"Its amazing! Definitely meets my standards," Kurt replied, humming in appreciation.
"Only the best for you, my love," Blaine said as sarcastically as he could through a mouthful of pizza. Kurt couldnt keep his laughter inside and began laughing uncontrollably, making Blaine laugh as well, only for him to almost choke on his pizza in the process. After the laugher died down, they simply chattered lightly while enjoying the rest of the pizza, though it was mostly Blaine letting Kurt talk about his part and any other random subjects that came up. Hours seemed to go by in seconds as the two of them talked, and soon enough, they heard the front door open. Moments later, Jake and the girls appeared in the kitchen.
"You guys couldnt wait until we got back?!" Jake asked as he held up a bag from In-n-Out.
"We didnt know how long it would be before you got back," Blaine replied, taking the last bite of his pizza and licking his fingers.
"Yeah and besides, this is WAY better," Kurt added as he licked his fingers to prove his point.
"Okay, have it your way," Jake said, pulling a burger from the bag.
"Is everything set with Thursdays venue?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah everythings set. I made sure to get your names on the backstage list, and I got you guys passes in case you ran into trouble," Jake said, holding up the envelope with the passes.
"Why are you holding another performance so soon after the tour?" Kurt asked.
"My manager thought we didnt hold enough concerts in LA, so he wanted to do a local performance at a venue not too far from here."
"Where?"
"John Anson Ford Theatre." Jake replied.
"Ah, I havent heard of that one."
"Well, it might be a little tough to fill the place, so, Mercedes,"Jake began,"would you like to preform too?"
"OF COURSE J!" Mercedes said, hugging him. "Wouldnt miss it for the world! But what about-"
"Hey Kurt! Why dont we leave them to fangirl? How about I give you the tour of the house? We forgot to do that with the all talking and pizza eating," Blaine said, cutting Mercedess question off.
"Sure," Kurt said with a smile,"Lets go." The two of them got up and started down the hall, just barely hearing Santana yell "Wanky!" as they left the room.
~
After going through most of the rooms in the house, Blaine lead Kurt down the basement stairs on the far side of the house, flipping the lights on as they went down.
"This by far," Blaine said, flipping on another set of lights in the room,"my favorite part of the house."
Kurt completely understood why. The finished basement had been completely remodeled into a recording studio. The walls were painted a deep red, with pictures of broadway show posters hung with care on both sides. There was a small recording booth with walls lined with soundproofing and a glass wall that separated it from a huge panel of complicated buttons and levers that Kurt would probably never understand during the course of his lifetime.
"I can see why," Kurt said with amazement. "Do you sing?"
"Yeah, I do, I actually went to college for composing, but I sing a little too."
"Will you sing for me?" The request was out of his mouth before he even registered he was going to say it. "Ah- you dont have to if you dont wan-"
"No, its okay," Blaine said laughing and holding up his hand to silence Kurt. "Any requests?"
"Your choice," Kurt said.
Blaine nodded, walking over to a small keyboard in the corner of the room and sat down. Kurt followed suit. His hands rested on the keys for a moment as he thought about a song to play, and after a beat of waiting, he started to play the opening bars of Teenage Dream.
You think Im pretty without any make-up onYou think Im funny when I tell the punch line wrongI know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down
Before you met me, I was alrightBut things were kinda heavy, you brought me to lifeNow every February youll be my valentine, valentine
Lets go all the way tonightNo regrets, just loveWe can dance until we dieYou and I, well be young forever
You make me feel like Im living a teenage dreamThe way you turn me on, I cant sleepLets runaway and dont ever look backDont ever look back
My heart stops when you look at meJust one touch, now baby I believeThis is real, so take a chanceAnd dont ever look back, dont ever look back
"Wow," Kurt breathed when he was done. "That was amazing."
"Thank you," Blaine said, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. He opened his mouth for a second to say something, but then closed it.
"What?" Kurt asked, obviously noticing his hesitation.
"Nothing... Its just... Do you mind if I show you around LA tomorrow, just the two of us?" He asked. "We can hit all of the touristy places and take a bunch of cheesy pictures."
"I would love to," Kurt said smiling. "That sounds like a lot of fun!"
Before either of them had a chance to say anything else, their phones beeped with the same message from Mercedes.
Mercedes:Get your white asses up here! Were going swimming!
Both of them giggled. "Guess we better get up there, we wouldnt want to keep her waiting," Blaine said. Kurt just nodded and smiled. Blaine was the first one to get up, and Kurt followed close behind. He was suddenly glad he wasnt standing in front. This way Blaine couldnt see the stupidly large smile he had as he thought about tomorrow.