Peacock
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Peacock : Chapter 5


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Story: Closed - Chapters: 5/? - Created: Jul 28, 2011 - Updated: Jan 13, 2012
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Author's Notes: A/N: This chapter is kind of angsty but I promise, Klaine is on it's way! Don't fear, my pretties!(Song: Obvious - Hey Monday)



Blaine was left alone in the room, fiddling with the throw blanket that still rested on the place where Kurt had sat.

He could seriously kill Jeff and Nick. The two had a precarious talent for disturbing things and mingling themselves into situations they had nothing to do with. He had always sort of tolerated them, but now they had really crossed a line.

Everything had been perfect. The mood had been there, the person had been there, his lips, his breath that somehow smelt of mocha's even though it was evening…

And then Tweedledum and Tweedledumber just had to come rolling in and destroy everything he had worked on for so long in a matter of seconds.

Just, terrific.

Yes, Blaine could definitely kill someone. Two someone's actually.

Kurt was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, checking his cell phone every minute or so, to see if maybe, he had gotten a text from someone.

One someone in particular.

Blaine was lying on his bed, propped up on one arm, playing with his cell phone, checking it every minute or so to see if he didn't have a text. Maybe Wes or David. An apology from the two cock blockers wasn't going to happen, but still, a boy could hope. And did he ever hope. That maybe what he and Kurt almost–ALMOST. He was going to kill them. – Had done was real. He had at least felt something. He didn't know about Kurt, but for him, the fireworks had definitely been ready to be lit. Unfortunately, that was when Jeff and Nick had come barging in with a bucket of ice cold water, throwing it over the fireworks before the fire had even gotten a chance.

Maybe arsenic would work.

Kurt sighed deeply and, with the thought that he wasn't likely to get a text from Blaine within the next hour or so, he turned around and tried to fall asleep.

Instead he ended up plotting ways to kill Nick and Jeff. Seriously, who did they think they were, just knocking down the door and announcing that they thought that he and Blaine would be making out on the floor. Not that that thought was so repulsive. Not at all actually. Kurt shook his head. That was beside the point right now and he would not let his hormone driven teenage brain take over at this moment. The real question that mattered was: gun or knife?

After what felt like hours of thinking and typing and deleting and typing again and then some more thinking, Blaine had finally composed a text he thought of as almost proper to send to Kurt.

To Kurt:

I don't know why Jeff and Nick felt the need to interrupt our movie night, but I just want you to know that I had a really great time. I think we really had a moment and I just want to know if you felt the same… well, you're probably already asleep right now but answer me when you wake up.

Bye

Xxx


He thought of it as a mixture of an apology, a declaration of love and something he couldn't really name yet. His thumb hovered over the send button for about a minute before he erased everything all over again.

Instead he opted for a much more neutral:

To Kurt:

I'm sorry for the two toddlers. I'm thinking arsenic or a gun maybe.


Kurt's phone buzzed right next to his pillow but he didn't notice. He was sleeping, dreaming of what could have been. Maybe how Blaine's lips would feel against his. Or how his hands…

No.

Don't go there, brain; I do not want to have to wash another pair of pajama pants.

So while Kurt was busying himself trying not to make his brain go all hormonal on him, Blaine was anxiously waiting for a response, or actually any sign of life from Kurt. And that was the moment he saw it was a quarter to three in the morning and most normal people were sleeping right now. So logically, Kurt would be sleeping too. Probably in that adorable way of his where his mouth would hang open a little and his eyes would flutter every now and then.

Not that he had ever looked at Kurt while he was sleeping. Not at all.

Okay maybe he had once. But only once. Or twice. Not more than twice though.

Kurt looked at his alarm clock. Three am. Most normal people were now sleeping, snoring loud enough to make the windows vibrate in their hangings. Like his roommate for example. Although it's not as if he'd be able to sleep with everything going on right now. Somehow he had the feeling that the text he got from Blaine wasn't what he really had meant. He knew Blaine would use sarcasm and crude jokes as a cover for being upset about something.

And he had an idea of what that something might be.

Yeah, a knife would be best.

The news of what Jeff and Nick did spread through the school like fire through a dried out field in the middle of August. Everyone had his or her own opinion of what might or might not have happened on the already infamous Night-We-Almost-Got-Rid-Of-The-Sexual-Tension. Not to mention, how many ways to possibly kill and torture Jeff and Nick were going around, everyone adding and increasing their cruelty and painfulness.

"Nick, ol' pall, I think we might have intervented when no intervention was needed."

Jeff had a pained look on his face, sort of as if he was trying to imagine what everyone was planning to do to them.

"Jeff, ol' chum, I think you are right. However, this does not mean we cannot undo what we did."

Nick looked confused at himself for a moment before rephrasing.

"Well, of course we can't undo what we did, but we can set things straight."

A smirk appeared on Jeff's face.

"I see what you did there. Set things straight. Oh my, aren't you punny today!" Jeff clapped Nick on his shoulder.

"Only for you, my dear lad!"

Nick said with a beaming smile, which quickly faltered into a serious expression as he saw another group of students walking by, shooting them death glares.

"I suggest we start with the Let The Klaine Ship Sail Master Plan (copyrighted by Jeff and Nick) Part Two."

Nick's face lit up the same instant. He leaned a little bit more into Jeff's shoulder and whispered in his ear.

"You don't mean…"

"Oh I do mean exactly that. Now, if we want to get the marshmallow guns to work again in time for our plan, I suggest we get a-plottin'. "

"With the bucket and… But what about the glitter? And how will we buy…"

"You underestimate me, Nicolas. Now, if everything is settled, we have some hardcore intervention planning to do."

"Awesome idea. Stage Two of the Brilliant Let The Klaine Ship Sail Master Plan is a go, I would say."

Jeff beamed up at him and they did their signature special handshake, before disappearing into Nick's dorm room and closing the door with a bang behind them.

That night in Warbler practice things got a little heated, because apparently all the Warblers desperately wanted Kurt and Blaine to finally get it together.

Trent suggested putting them together in a closet, and see how things turned out if they let them alone in there for, let's say… A few hours. Most boys seemed down with this idea but it still wasn't quite what they would go to for a first choice, as Blaine and Kurt were both good friends of all of them. That was why they decided to keep that as a solid plan B.

Plan A was that Wes and David would confront both boys with their feelings and urge them to tell each other. And then let them possibly make out on the floor of the commons room. Possibly, you know.

Someone knocked on Kurt's door, and he all but rolled off his bed in an attempt to get the door as quickly as possible, only to be disappointed when it wasn't Blaine, but David he saw standing there.

"Uh, hi. Come in, I didn't really expect anyone so…"

"Kurt, I think there's something I need to talk to you about."

Kurt gave him his signature Go-On-But-If-You-Screw-Up-I-Will-Cut-You-look.

"I think you should confess your feelings for Blaine."

He had to give it to the guy; Kurt had a practiced poker face.

"David, I honestly have no idea what you're talking about."

"Look, I'm not saying you should jump Blaine's bones right here, right now, okay? I'm just saying that you might want to say something a little more…"

David trailed off, searching for the right word.

In a fraction of a second he saw Kurt's face change from confusion and anger to delight.

"Obvious."

"What?"

"Something more obvious! Thanks so much David, I know exactly what to do now!"

With a toothy grin he told him about his plan.

"But Blaine will-"

"Blaine will think it's completely obvious. Even he will think so."

With those words he shooed David out if his room to lie on his bed, earphones plugged in, legs crossed and one foot dangling in the air, moving slightly to the beat of the music.

"Blaine!"

A loud thump on the door

"Blaine! Open the god damn door!"

It sounded like someone was trying to kick the door down.

"Blaine Anderson, you open the door right this moment or else-"

"Or else what, Wes? You're gonna call my mother?"

"No, I'll call Kurt and tell him how much you love him and how many times you have moaned his name in your sleep. Gross, by the way."

Satisfied, Wes heard the clicking of several locks being opened and soon enough the disheveled bed hair of one Blaine Anderson poked around the door.

"Could you keep it quiet", he said in a low hissing voice, before stepping out of the way to let Wes in.

"What-"

Blaine gripped Wes' arm and pulled him inside his room.

"You can't just say things like that in the hallways you know. News already travels fast here. I don't know if you have heard, but everyone seems to have already heard about Jeff and Nick's little 'intervention' on me and Kurt's movie night."

"Sure, if you want to call it that. Point is, you were this close to kissing him. You can't deny you feel something, right?"

"Well yeah but-"

Wes rolled his eyes.

"No buts. Just go there and tell him how you feel."

Blaine sat down on his bed and dropped his head in his hands.

"It's not that simple, Wesley. I'm just confused as to what I actually feel and what was just the outcome of a night full of cuddling and one romantic song and dancing and my stupid teenage boy brain and I just don't know what I feel, okay? So stop pushing me in his direction ordering me to tell him I love him when even I am not entirely sure about it, even though it seems like all of you are so dead sure about it."

Wes looked startled for a second but he quickly recovered and the look in his eyes softened.

"I'm glad you let that all out. Now, I don't know whether you are in love with Kurt, but it sure seems like Kurt has it bad for you."

Blaine looked at him and for the first time in the whole conversation a small smile graced his face.

"Really? I mean, you're not just saying that so I'll go to him and tell him I like him?"

"Only partially. But seriously, you didn't get anything from all those dirty songs he sang to you?"

Blaine felt his face heat up. He did get something from those songs.

Boners.

"Uh, yeah, but I just thought it was just a performance and well, that he was a huge flirt and-"

"Blaine, are you even listening to what you are saying? Kurt, a massive flirt? He got beet red when you even mentioned something like sex, and then, just for you, he turns into a Victorian Slut-"

"Wait what?"

"You know, wear prude clothes but still show off enough skin to drive you crazy."

Blaine did know what Wes was talking about, but he didn't want to give him the satisfaction of winning this argument.

"I have no idea what you are talking about "

Wes smirked. He had seen how Blaine's eyes were darting around the room. He knew him long enough to know that it did indeed affect Blaine in the way he thought it would.

Blaine was fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

"I just really really like him and I don't want to screw up. If things don't turn out the way I want them to, I still want to be friends…"

Wes' phone buzzed and he looked quickly, smiling mischievously.

"Well, while you sort out your feelings like the confused little puppy that you actually are, I will go to the warblers meeting, because apparently, Kurt has got something prepared."

Wes rolled his eyes at the way Blaine's entire face seemed to light up with the mere mention of Kurt's name, before it went dark again.

"Do you think…"

"Blaine Warbler. I will not allow pole dancing, lap dances or any of those to happen under my watch. Although, I don't think you would mind, if the look on your face the last time we did karaoke was any indication."

"I have no idea what you might be talking about. Not in the slightest."

Wes shot him his best Bitch Please look and sure enough, Blaine turned red as the trimming on his blazer within a matter of seconds.

"Just wait and see what Kurt has to say. Sing. Whatever. I think his feelings will become fairly obvious."

With a last wink he left Blaine alone with his thoughts.

Blaine seriously started to get the feeling people knew things they didn't tell him. Things that could possibly be important for his still non-existent love life. But things could change.

"Guys, guys, calm down! I think we all want to hear what Kurt has prepared for us today."

Wes banged the table with his gavel a few more times, just for good measure and eventually the murmurs died down. Kurt stood up and gestured a few others to come as well. Trent, Thad, Jeff, Nick and a few others got up and joined them and Wes and David came from behind the table and got in the line Kurt's backing vocals, apparently, had already formed.

Kurt made a small gesture and they began harmonizing. Blaine didn't recognize the tune but it sounded like something rock like.

Let's make a mess

Steal a kiss in the moment

You and me

Everything that could be

Touch, don't go

Stay as long as you like


Kurt danced around the common room, twirling and shaking his hips, shoulders and his head. He stopped and with a blank face he sang the next line…

Let's rough it up

Till they shut it down


Before launching into the chorus with all the enthusiasm he could possibly muster. He punched the air and belted it out at the top of his lungs.

It's ah, ah, obvious

Right here's where the party starts

With you and me all alone

No one has to know

It's ah, ah, obvious to me

How it's gonna be

Ah, ah, obvious

When you come close to me


Kurt's pale blue eyes were always focused on Blaine, and with a small nod he confirmed that this song was really meant for him, and for no one else. Blaine did his best not to drown in those puddles of blue and instead focused on the lyrics of the song.

Let's make a scene

Like the movies in our dreams

Make me scream

Take me down

No one's watching

Close your eyes

Play it back and rewind


Blaine's mind trailed once again into the murky depths that were his teenage boy brain, where hormones reined everything and rationality did not exist. Kurt writhing under him, closing his eyes in ecstasy, screaming his name…

I hate being a teenage boy.

Let's rough it up

Till the end of the night

It's ah, ah, obvious

One kiss

It's easy to see

You and me


By this point in the song everyone in the common room was on their feet, shaking to the beat and swaying along with the backing vocals, some even harmonizing along. Blaine slowly got to his feet, lured into dancing by Kurt's pleading eyes and smooth voice. He stood up and did his signature moves while mouthing the words, looking at Kurt and he could see a small smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.

It's ah, ah, obvious

Right here's where the party starts

With you and me all alone

No one has to know


It was one of those rom-com movie moments, where everything suddenly seems to slow down, and the rest of the world just fades out, dims to a slight grey blur at the edges of what really matters, only a faint murmur in the background. All of it just so the one important thing in your life that moment stands out. Which was Kurt. He took Blaine's hand and spun him around, doing some weird variation of some weird fifties looking dance, but Blaine didn't care. Here, in Kurt's arms he let all his worries and troubles just slide away for a second,

It's ah, ah, obvious to me

How it's gonna be

Ah, ah, obvious

When you come close to me


The song drew to a close, and both Kurt and Blaine could feel the whole tension in the room starting to change. People had stopped dancing and were now just looking at them expectantly. Backing vocals were barely there, the boys instead turning their attention to what was playing out before their eyes. Kurt was still holding Blaine's hands, and Blaine was pulled so close to his body he could feel the warmth of his body radiating to his own. His eyes flicked to Blaine's lips and all of a sudden, nothing mattered but the soft, slightly chapped lips covering his own.

When you come close to me


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