Chapter 3

Rachel: So how’d practice go???

Kurt: Got cancelled… :/

Rachel: Seriously?!

Kurt: Yeah. But w/e. I’m over it. He wasn’t that cute anyways.

Rachel: Well that was fast!

Kurt: What did you expect? I don’t even know who he is.

Rachel: Idk. Something. I mean, you didn’t know Finn at first.

Kurt: Can you let that go please.

Rachel: Just sayin, it’s not like you to give up so easily.

Kurt: Why are you still hung up on this?

Rachel: Why aren’t you?

Kurt: Rach it was a guy. There are a lot of them.

Oh! I’m sorry! That’s a new thing for you isn’t it?

I’m sorry. Just a weird day…

Rachel: Its fine. Just warn me next time you’re on your period ;)

Kurt: Lol will do.

Blaine had been so eager for the approaching weekend. So eager in fact, that the thought of the boy cheerleader had been thrown to the back of his mind. His head was too filled with excitement of the prospect of just hanging out with the guys, and not worrying about what they were really thinking about him.

For the first time in a long time, he was hanging out with friends. That word felt so unfamiliar to him, friends. He hadn’t had any for so long that the concept now seemed foreign. And now this foreign concept had become something new and exciting that he was rediscovering bit by bit.

Today, he was just going to be a normal guy, on a normal football team, with normal friends, and it was all just… perfectly normal. And this was exactly how Blaine preferred it.

There they sat, the five of them, Blaine, Puck, Finn, Sam, and Mike, all huddled around the T.V., game controllers in hand, completely entranced by the insane acts of violence occurring on screen. Usually, Puck was the one with the highest kill streak, winning every round, and defeating every enemy.

But not today.

Blaine was, to put it nicely, completely kicking their asses. Something Puck was not happy about.

“God dammit, Anderson!”

“Well, I’m not gonna say I’m sorry about that last one…”

“I can’t believe you! I was about to get a 20 kill streak and you killed me, asshole!”

“Suck it up.”  Sam called out.

Finally fed up, as this had been going on for the past three games, Puck literally dove across the table separating the two and lunged at Blaine, then wrestled the controller out of his hands.

“Ha!”

“Dammit!”

“Take that, Anderson!”

“So not fair!”

Sam lightly nudged him.

“Don’t take it too personally, Blaine. Puck’s a bit of a sore loser.”

“Not as sore as your mom was last night!”

“Oh it is on!”

The two boys became more engulfed in the game for a good moment or so. Puck cried out in anger as Sam threw his hands up in the air in triumph.

“Yeah! What was that about being CoD king Puck?”

Mike snickered.

“I’m pretty sure he lost that title after he got his ass whooped by the new kid.”

“Shut up! It’s this damn controller. It’s busted or something.”

Finn smirked

“You sure it’s not just your ego that’s busted?”

“No, but your face is gonna be once I blow it off with my M4.”

“Except I just killed you.”

“Dammit.”

The boys all laughed. Blaine just sat there awkwardly watching them play, yet on the inside, he was just glad to be hanging out with the guys.

“Hey Finn, you got anything to drink?”

“Uh, yeah. There should be some sodas in the fridge down stairs.”

“Alright, cool”

Blaine left the room, along with the sounds of guns being fired and disappointed groans, mostly coming from Puck, who seemed to be having an off day.

Blaine just smiled to himself as he went down the stairs. It had been so long since he had actually had fun, and now, here he was.

I think this school is going to be really good for me.

As he stepped off of the stairs and turned down the hallway he heard a voice coming from the kitchen.

“Finn! For the last time my organic mayonnaise is for my hair! Not your disgusting, poorly made sandwiches!”

Blaine, shocked, walked into the kitchen.

“I didn’t know Finn had sis-“

His body froze and fell numb. In front of him stood not a girl, but a boy. A boy with sandy brown hair and bluish-grey eyes and fragile, porcelain skin.

Oh my god.

Neither of them could speak as they stood, staring at each other. Both were completely awestruck, seeing each other up-close for the first time. On the outside, Kurt was calm, cool, and collected. But on the inside, his heart was pounding.

I have to say something. I can’t just stand here! He’s going to think I’m crazy.

Kurt gained control of himself and spoke.

“He doesn’t have a sister. I’m his stepbrother, Kurt”

Kurt then held out his hand, waiting for Blaine to do the same.

Oh, um hand. My hand…what is he doing- Oh right, handshake…I uh, I need to move my hand.

Try as he might, he couldn’t get his hand to function and instead just stared blankly at Kurt’s.

“Okay then…”

Kurt withdrew his hand and Blaine, who at this point had become completely brain dead, tried to ask him for one of the sodas in the fridge.

“I, uh, sod-. I need a…”

Jeeze! Blaine, grab a hold of yourself. Calm down and just ask him for a damn soda.

Blaine tried to speak again, but no words came out so he simply pointed at the cans of soda, hoping Kurt would realize what he was trying to do.

“Um, would you like a soda?”

Blaine, who was glad to have been understood, nodded his head up and down, slightly resembling an excited puppy. Kurt handed him a soda, and as Blaine reached for it, their hands met.

It was electric; they immediately looked at each other, and then quickly drew their hands away, both a bit shy about what just happened.

Blaine, trying desperately to conserve whatever potential coolness he had left, casually opened the can, and went to lean on the counter. Unfortunately his elbow missed the counter top by just a few inches and he stumbled, dropping the open can of orange soda all over the floor.

The loud crash of the can on tile broke Blaine out of his dazed state.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! Here, lemme-“

Blaine was the first to reach for the napkins.

“No its fine, I got it.”

Kurt grabbed some napkins and the two of them began to clean the sticky mess.

“God, I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine. Really.”

They finished with the mess and stood up.

Once standing, Kurt let out a small, nervous chuckle and Blaine just smiled at him. After a few moments of silence Kurt gave an uncomfortable cough.

“So…uh…aren’t you the new running back?”

“What- oh um, running back- Oh, that’s me! Yup, I’m Blaine Anderson.”

“Nice to meet you, Blaine”

Kurt held out his hand once again, and this time Blaine was able to bring his hand up to meet Kurt’s.

They once again felt the thrill of touching each other. But this time, they were not as shy and held on for a bit longer, letting the pleasure run through them.

A loud voice sounded from Finn’s room, breaking them out of their trance.

“Hey Blaine! Hurry up! We’re starting a new game!”

Kurt smiled.

“You better hurry. By the sound of what’s been going on in there Puck’s probably very eager to start without you.”

“Yeah. Well,”

Blaine looked down and realized that their hands were still clasped, and with much regret he broke his hand free.

“It was nice to meet you, Kurt. See you around”

“Au revoir.”

Kurt gave a small sigh as he walked away.

Blaine smacked his head while he headed back up the stairs.

Smooth Blaine! Real freaking smooth! That wasn’t obvious at all!

Once he entered the room, Finn immediately spoke up.

“Hey, didn’t you say you were going to get a soda?”

“Oh, right, soda” He chuckled, “I guess I got distracted.”

Kurt: Holy shit!!!

Rachel: What???

Kurt: He’s HERE!

Rachel: Who?

Kurt: The boy!

Rachel: 42???

Kurt: YES!

Rachel: I’m coming over!

Kurt: What?

Rachel: Wait, is Finn there too?

Kurt: Um, yeah. Why?

Rachel: Be there in 5

Kurt: Wait, what? No.

Rachel: Omw

Kurt: Ha. You’re funny.

Rachel?

RACHEL!

Rachel: Here :)

A knock came at the door. Burt Hummel immediately got up to answer it.

“NO! Noooo dad! It’s okay I got it, I got it!”

Kurt practically threw himself in front of the door to keep Burt from opening it.

“What? I can’t open the door?”

“Nope. No you can’t. Go ahead and sit, I got it.”

The doorbell rang once more.

“Look, Kurt, they rang again just open the door.”

“Okay I will.”

And yet Kurt just stood there, waiting for his father to take the hint and go sit back down.

“Go ahead, open it.”

“Yup, sure thing.”

Rachel began to ring the doorbell furiously, in response Kurt smacked the door with a closed fist, and smiled to his father as if nothing had happened.

The ringing stopped.

“Kurt, just open the door and let them in!”

“I know, dad, I will. In just a second.”

Finally Burt realized what Kurt was trying to say.

“Oh, okay. I get it, I get it. I’ll go sit down and let you tend to this yourself.”

Kurt let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you.”

Kurt spun around and cracked open the door.

“Rachel! Go away!”

“No! I wanna see him! This is not fair!”

“Rachel, you are officially psychotic! Now leave!”

“Oh come on! Just let me see him! What possible harm could that do?”

“If it’s you? A lot! No would you-“

Rachel pushed her way through the door and before he could stop her, she ran up stairs.

“Rachel! Get back-…dammit!”

Kurt followed her upstairs in what he knew was a futile attempt to stop her.

This is great. First she got Finn, now she’s trying to get Blaine. It’s like she’s trying to ruin my life.

Rachel poked her head into Finn’s room and waved.

“Hi Finn!”

“Oh, um hi, Rachel.”

Kurt heard the ensuing conversation and knew he could not go in there, not without Blaine seeing him, and that was the last thing he wanted right now.

Oh my god Rachel. I can’t go into his room, ugh Blaine will see me and he’ll think I’m a stalker. I am going to kill that girl, I swear…

“So, how’s it going?”

“….good.”

“Cool.” She said with a girlish giggle. And then she spotted Blaine.

“Ohmygod…Are you Blaine?”

“Yeah... I’m Blaine…and you are?”

”I’m Rach-“

Kurt realized that this was going too far and quickly grabbed Rachel’s arm and snatched her out of the room. Kurt then dragged her down the hall into his room and slammed the door.

“Remind again why I’m friends with you.”

Rachel squealed.

“Oh my god, Kurt! He’s so cute!”

“Yeah. I know.” Kurt said with dismay.

“Did you talk to him?”

“What? Yeah.”

“And?”

“And nothing. He just came down to get soda.”

“You are absolutely no fun!”

“Well we talked for like five seconds but that was it.”

“Did you ask him if he’s-“

“Of course not!”

“Why not? Here, I’ll ask him.”

“Rachel! Stop, you’ve done enough already.”

“What? Why?”

“Because he-…Downstairs, when we talked, he couldn’t even say two words to me. He was so uncomfortable to be around someone like me and-“

“What do you mean ‘someone like you’?”

Kurt just ignored her question and kept talking.

“I just…I don’t want to waste any more time on him. Yes, he’s cute. Very cute.” Kurt almost slipped back into his previous dreamland, but swiftly snapped out of it, “But he’s just like all those other guys and neither I nor you stand a chance.”

“That’s exactly what you said about Finn.”

“Yeah and look how that turned out.”

“True.”

Kurt sat down on his bed let out a breath of frustration. Rachel took a second to think.

“If you want, I can stay and we can watch “Rent” and sing along.”

Kurt didn’t answer and continued to stare off in anguish.

“And Gypsy? I’ll let you sing all of Rose’s songs. Actually, how about we whip out your whole Musical DVD collection. A little marathon?”

A little half smirk appeared on Kurt’s face, but he was still uncertain.

“And makeovers! We’ll do makeovers and invite Mercedes!”

Kurt smiled and let out a small laugh.

“Damn you for knowing my weaknesses.”

“So is that a yes?”

“Yes! Go grab the DVDs. I’ll call Mercedes.”

“Yay!”

Upon realizing that letting Rachel leave the room was just an excuse for her to stop by Finn’s room once again, he quickly changed his mind.

“Actually, why don’t I grab the DVDs, you can go ahead and call Mercedes.”

Rachel looked disappointed and reluctantly agreed.

“Fine.”

Kurt smiled. As much as he wanted someone like him around, it was still nice to have his girl friends be here for him. After all, makeovers and musicals were almost enough to make him forget Blaine. Almost.