CHAPTER 3

By Klainer0801

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“I’d love to! I’ll see you there!” Kurt said, loving how Blaine’s face lit up completely at Kurt’s response.

Blaine looked around, desperately trying to find Kurt’s perfectly styled hair amongst the many heads which passed him in the crowd. It was a busy Saturday evening in Central Park, the excitement mainly fuelled from the exhibit which had been set up, meaning Blaine would probably earn quite a bit of money if he played his best tunes. However, there was only one person he needed to hear his music right now and he couldn’t see them anywhere.

The sun was shining way too intensely for him to be just standing around. Blaine sighed, tugged his sunglasses down of his head to his eyes and picked up his guitar, deciding Kurt wouldn’t be joining him and was busy elsewhere. How could he expect him to be here anyway… he would probably have other plans. He was just too nice to decline his offer earlier. But that didn’t make the fact that Kurt wasn’t there hurt any less.

Kicking his feet at the ground, Blaine dragged his guitar along beside him. Really he should start playing and not be heading off home, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it after being stood up. He sighed and continued on his path.

“Blaine? Blaine?!” Kurt shouted over the noise of the crowd and Blaine span around to see Kurt jogging towards him with a huge smile on his face.

“Sorry I’m late; I got distracted by a scarf store on the way here.” Kurt blushed as he spoke and Blaine’s legs almost gave way at the sight. Blaine laughed at the sight of the obviously new zebra print scarf hanging loosely around Kurt’s neck, exposing a perfectly defined collarbone.

Blaine coughed to bring himself out of his thoughts and saw Kurt simply standing and glowing in the sunlight. Hoisting his guitar onto his back, Blaine pulled Kurt along slightly and they set on their way again. “No worries. I was just – uh – trying to find a good spot to play.”

“What about by the bridge? It was pretty busy there when I passed.”

“Perfect.” Blaine acknowledged.

Kurt watched as Blaine set out his guitar, microphone and speaker. He felt excited for the performance but he felt almost nervous for Blaine too. He had never heard the boy sing before; he had no idea how this was going to plan out.

A few people, including an old woman with a poodle and a young couple who were obviously new in love, had started to accumulate around, excited for Blaine’s performance. Blaine nodded politely to a few of them who he recognised and placed down his guitar case in front of him before walking back to his microphone.

With a quick tap to the microphone, startling a few passersby, Blaine started to play. Now Kurt was sure Blaine was an angel. Even his music was beautiful.

Blaine blushed as he looked over in Kurt’s direction, “Hello all, I hope your having a wonderful time this evening. You’ve got an amazing event going on tonight, seriously if you haven’t checked out the stands you need to go do just that! There is so many great things happening and I don’t wish to distract you but let’s say I’m here to provide some background music for the entertainment.”

The strangers laughed joyfully, Blaine was a natural with a crowd. Now he had started to play, more people had begun to stop and listen. Blaine started to talk calmly over the sound of his own guitar and the noise of the people in the park.

“So the first song I’m going to play for you all is called Anti-D, it’s actually about depression and anxiety… which doesn’t seem like a very good first tune, I know…I know! But I chose it for a very special reason; we’re all here to have fun and enjoy ourselves! I want us to remember that and keep the same mind set for in the future too, because the world may feel like a horrible place sometimes and your life may be on a down but there is ALWAYS a reason to smile.”

Blaine gave a particularly overly cheesy grin to the crowd before continuing.

“Whether it’s a feeling, a place, a thought, a memory, a possession…or even a person. It doesn’t have to be someone special, or even someone you know. But whatever it is, it cannot be taken away from you… know one can tell you to stop enjoying yourself! There is always someone or even something that will make you happy again. For me that is my music and I’m here to share that with you today. So this first song goes out to anyone who’s having a bad day, week, year… Keep your head up and smile.”

Kurt stood back and tried to take in what Blaine had just said. WOAH. Talk about getting philosophical… Obviously something was going round in Blaine’s life then. What was it that his music kept him away from? Blaine had always acted like nothing was ever wrong in his life. Maybe that wasn’t the truth after all…

Kurt had the sudden urge to run up and ask Blaine about his life but he kept to himself and mentally slapped himself. He had known Blaine only a few days, he would not want to go telling all his troubles and dumping everything on Kurt. Kurt took a deep breath and waited for Blaine to start singing as he started strumming a slower tune.

Blaine glanced up and looked Kurt straight in the eyes as he began to sing.

Please allow me to be your anti-depressant
I too am prescribed as freely as any decongestant

Kurt’s breath caught in his throat as he heard Blaine’s voice. It was soft and gentle where it needed to be but had such a power and meaning behind it. It rang out across the area and people walking past began to throw money into his guitar case.

We kick back and let the pills do the talking
People hear a distinct rattle when we're walking
Then there's the extra two stone that's our only guarantee

Blaine finally tore his eyes away from Kurt’s and the pale faced boy was able to breathe again. To think that if he come along then he’d be missing out on this beautiful thing in front of him.

Our vivid dreams are just like big production movies
They get entangled well within our daily routines
So please re-think or use my trademark strategy

And please allow me to be your anti-depressant
I too am prescribed as freely as any decongestant

The guitar case began to fill up with money now as people smiled politely and began to make their way back to where they were originally going or onto the rest of the events entertainment. Blaine simply bowed his thanks to each one and continued to bless the park with his angelic voice.

It's hard to smile when you're as flattened as a pancake
The only tears come from our heads when we concentrate
Perhaps I'm being unjust or perhaps you agree

Still I've thrown away my citalopram
I needed more than what was in those 40 milligrams
So cast away with the doctor's plans 

As Blaine began to sing through the last chorus, he lifted his gaze back up to Kurt and gave a shy smile, looking for Kurt’s reaction. Kurt grinned in delight, feeling the colour rush up to his cheeks. Was Blaine singing this TO him? Maybe Blaine was trying to say e could be the thing to help Kurt… He brushed the though off and looked down towards his own feet, taking a sudden interest in his shoelaces.

And please allow me to be your anti-depressant
I too am prescribed as freely as any decongestant

Still I've thrown away my citalopram
Although I felt as grim as the reaper man
So cast away with the doctor's plans
Like me

“Thanks for staying for the whole night, you really didn’t have to!” Blaine said casually, kicking the dirt as he walked along.

Kurt placed his hands and gave his shoulders a quick shrug, squinting slightly against the street lights, “I wanted to. It was a great night anyway, would have been a shame to miss it!”

Blaine hummed in agreement before adding, “Those pretzels they were selling were delicious… it would have been a disaster not to have tasted those!”

Kurt burst out laughing, forgetting how embarrassing his natural laugh was. He tried to keep to a giggle and covered his mouth to hide his smile after that, still amused by Blaine’s comment. He looked over to Blaine to see him clutching his sides as he started laughing too. Once the laughter died out, they walked in silence for a while. Kurt stared up at the moon, revelling in how beautiful it looked against the pitch black sky they had that night, with only a few twinkling silver stars.

“What did you think then?”

Blaine’s voice shocked Kurt back into reality. Kurt was about to say ‘Beautiful’, thinking Blaine meant the moon too, but changed his statement at the last second as he realised Blaine was thinking about his performances.

“Of which one?” Kurt replied as they walked along the dark street to his apartment.

“Well, all of them?” Blaine asked, stuttering his words and his voice going quiet and unsure.

Kurt gave a little reassuring smile and looked over at Blaine, “You did amazing. Your voice is like… WOW. Seriously, you we’re really good up there.”

“Thanks! You really think so?”

The shock in Blaine’s voice caught Kurt off guard. He turned and saw the pride and wonderment in Blaine’s eyes, shining even brighter as the street lamps shone down, as he grinned widely.

“Of course. I bet you have people telling you that all the time.” Kurt said as they neared his apartment.

The colour rose up Blaine’s cheeks and he ducked his head in embarrassment, “Well, no actually…You’re one of the first to tell me.” he laughed as he ran his fingers through his hair.

The pair reached Kurt’s door and stopped in their tracks. Kurt turned swiftly and stared Blaine in the eyes, “Listen. You we’re great! Like really great OK! If others can’t see how extremely talented you are then they’re insane!”

Blaine reached out and squeezed Kurt’s shoulder, “Thanks Kurt… it means a lot y-know.”

Kurt tried to keep his legs from turning into jelly but couldn’t stop his eyelashes fluttering or the swooping feeling in his stomach when Blaine’s fingers grazed over his shoulder. As the boys hand pulled away, Kurt found the ability to speak again, “Good. You better believe it!”

Blaine grinned shyly, started walking backwards away from Kurt and hoisted his guitar higher onto his back, “Well, I guess I’ll see you around then?”

“Sure! You’ve got my number; next time you’re performing… I WANT DETAILS!” Kurt shouted as Blaine got further and further away.

Blaine laughed in recognition and raised his hand in farewell before turning around and making his way up the street.

Kurt stood at his door, watching as the angel walked away. Blaine seemed to shine out from his surroundings: filled with such energy and passion, that the lonely night didn’t seem to carry with it. It was when he too had faded away into the dark and distant night that Rachel pulled the door ajar behind Kurt.

“Oi lover-boy, I know you want nothing more than to stand here watching that ass walk away but you’re going to get pneumonia if you stand out here any longer.”

Kurt felt himself being pulled out of his haze and dragged inside by his scarf. The warmth hit him in an instant and he shuddered all the way down his spine, “Oh shut up Rach!” he managed to laugh out.