Aug. 23, 2012, 6:40 a.m.
He Made You Perfect: Chapter 11
T - Words: 1,668 - Last Updated: Aug 23, 2012 Story: Closed - Chapters: 22/? - Created: May 23, 2012 - Updated: Aug 23, 2012 2,442 0 8 0 0
“Hello, Buenos Aires,
Get this, just look at me dressed up, somewhere to go.
We'll put on a show!”
Josh stepped into the room, his hair still wet from the shower, and gawked at his roommate. Kurt was swirling around the room, singing and picking out clothes with a huge smile on his face. He had what must be every stitch of clothing he had brought with him spread out on his bed.
"What's going on, Kurt?" Josh asked, trying to ignore the tightness in his chest. "Did you have Red Bull for breakfast?" Or did something happen last night?, he stopped himself from asking. He really didn't want to know.
Kurt giggled, and Josh thought he saw a slight blush tinge his cheeks. "Oh! I just was looking at the schedule, and I'm excited to get to work on our acts for the talent show. I love to perform. I still need to figure out a song, though."
"Actually, I have a skit I'm working on." Josh replied, "I've been meaning to ask you if you wanted to do it with me. I'm not much of a singer."
"Oh, that's alright," Kurt said, "Blaine and I are going to sing a duet together."
"Blaine, huh? Is that the guy you've been talking to so much lately?" Josh asked. The clench in his chest was getting worse. I bet he's a great singer, Josh thought to himself.
“That's right, you haven't met Blaine yet,” Kurt said, “let's head down to the cafeteria and I'll introduce you two!”
Perfect.
* * * * *
After breakfast, the entire camp assembled in the chapel auditorium. Josiah had just finished giving instructions for the talent show, and Kurt was practically bouncing in his seat with eagerness to find Blaine and go practice.
“If you've already gotten together with some friends to work on something, you can go out and find some space to practice. There are lots of rooms in the main house, or you can go back to your dorm, or out on the grounds.” Josiah said. “If you haven't yet found someone to work with, stay here and try and find someone else in the same boat.”
Kurt tossed a sympathetic glance in Josh's direction before making a beeline for Blaine. He had tried to get them talking at breakfast, but the introductions hadn't gone so well. Josh was far from his usual friendly, open self, despite Blaine's efforts to bring up topics that might interest him. Maybe something was going on with Josh. Kurt made a mental note to ask him later.
Kurt and Blaine strolled casually across the grounds to the main house, heading inside to look for an empty room. In the privacy of the winding halls, Kurt dared to intertwine his fingers with Blaine's, pulling him along to check behind each door. Unfortunately, each of the rooms were either occupied or else not up to Kurt's standards for acoustics.
After a while, fed up with being led along from room to unsuitable room, Blaine took the initiative. “Let's try this hallway,” he said, pointing with his free hand down a somewhat more narrow, darker hallway with different wallpaper. “This section looks like it doesn't get used much.”
Blaine opened a door at the end of the hall, revealing a steep staircase descending into blackness.
Stepping off the staircase, Kurt switched on a lamp and looked around. The basement was a little damp and dusty, but it showed promise.
Kurt began running scales to test the acoustics. Blaine, meanwhile, was digging in a huge cardboard box in the corner. “Ohmigosh, Kurt, Lawn Darts! I'm pretty sure these are illegal now.”
“Cut that out before you contract tetanus. We have work to do.” Kurt teased.
“What do we have here... 'Mystery Date!'” Blaine pulled the box from a stack of old board games and gave a little hop of excitement. “This is vintage! We have to play this.” Blaine opened the box and began sorting through the pieces. “Oh, look at his little bow tie!”
“You're adorable, but we still have to pick a song. Do you like to sing show tunes? Maybe something from 'Jesus Christ Superstar.'” Kurt snarked.
“Actually, that's perfect!” Blaine said, setting down the game pieces.
“Blaine, I was kidding. You can't be serious.”
“No, really, the music is solid, the themes will keep the counselors happy, and it's a little bit subversive. You know, that show had its share of critics, it was even banned in South Africa for being irreligious.”
“Let's just keep that in our back pocket, shall we? How about something top 40?” Kurt chirped, scrunching up his nose.
“Well, there's always that 90's song, what's it called, 'what if god was one of us?'” Blaine mused, rubbing the back of his neck.
“God, no...” Kurt replied, “... no pun intended. But that song is so overdone. It always seems to get trotted out whenever a TV show needs to show teenagers coming to some kind of understanding about their faith. I bet they get that song in the talent show every year.”
“What about that one song with the piano, 'Angel' by Sarah McLachlan?” Blaine replied.
“Ugh!” Kurt said, “No offense, but that song always reminds me of those dead puppy commercials.” Blaine's eyes popped open, but he did not respond. “Besides, I KNOW they get that one every year,” Kurt said.
“Let's think about it, and just practice singing together for now,” Blaine grinned, “I just want to sing with you and hear your voice some more.” He reached out for Kurt's hands and pulled him closer, and began to sing.
“Made a wrong turn, Once or twice,
Dug my way out, Blood and fire.
Bad decisions, That's alright.
Welcome to my silly life.”
Kurt watched Blaine in confusion and amazement. During the chorus, Kurt began to pick up the melody and joined in, their voices melding naturally. He amped up his efforts until, by the end of the song, they were belting out the chorus in perfect harmony. The song came to an end and he smiled at the hazel-eyed boy.
“Blaine, what is that song? I've never heard it before.”
“Isn't it great?” Blaine replied, “It's going to be a huge hit. My uncle's a music producer and he sent me the demo. You should learn the main part. Your voice is just right for it and it's hard for me to sing that part and do the rapping at the same time.”
“We can't sing that for the talent show, though. It has the F-word in it!”
“I guess you're right, Kurt, although you don't have to put those in. Let's try something else.”
“Okay, I know just the song to try next.”
Kurt swayed to a beat in his head and took up Blaine's hands in his again, pulling them into a loose dance around the room as he began to sing. Blaine quickly recognized the song, harmonizing and contributing Warbler-style “Ooooohs” to round out the music.
“Somehow I know that it’ll all turn out.
You'll make me work so we can work to work it out.
And promise you kid I'll give so much more than I get.
I just haven't met you yet.”
At the end, Kurt took advantage of the height difference between them to twirl Blaine around, ending with Blaine's back pressed up against his chest, arms wrapped around Blaine's waist. Kurt pressed his eyes shut and breathed in Blaine's scent, appreciating the nearness of him and wanting more than anything to try for a second kiss.
“I like dancing with you,” Kurt murmured.
“Me too,” Blaine said. He twisted himself around in Kurt's arms, nuzzling up against the taller boy.
As Kurt felt Blaine's long eyelashes brush his cheek, he opened his own eyes to take in the startling closeness of him. Blaine's breath was hot on his throat, a bit heavy from the effort of dancing. Kurt's lips tingled with want, and he was drawn in as if by a magnetic force to close the gap between them.
Blaine closed his eyes at the rush of Kurt's soft lips on his own, savoring the kiss while pressing their mouths together again and again. Blaine's fingers raked through Kurt's hair at the nape of his neck, drawing him in closer. Kurt parted his lips and Blaine took the invitation readily, diving his tongue inside, feeling a wet heat that sent thrills through both of their bodies.
After a few moments, Blaine pulled back with a happy sigh and untangled himself from Kurt's arms. “I have one more song to try, before we get carried away,” he said. He took a deep breath to regain his poise before starting the song.
“Sometimes we fall down, can't get back up,
We're hiding behind skin that's too tough.
How come we don't say I love you enough
Till it's to late, it's not too late.”
Blaine was singing at full volume with his eyes closed, pouring emotion into the song. He couldn't see the shadow of pain crossing Kurt's eyes.
“We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or to throw it all away.
We gotta tell them that we love them
While we got the chance to say.
Gotta live like we're dying.”
As Blaine finished the first repeat of the chorus, he happened opened his eyes again. What he saw caused him to stop singing immediately and dart over to Kurt, placing his hands gently on Kurt's shoulders. “What's wrong? Oh Kurt, I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot. Please stop crying.”
Kurt choked out sobs, trying to catch his breath to speak. “It's not your fault. It's... just a little... soon, for songs about it being... too late.” He ducked his head to Blaine's shoulder to cry a little longer, while Blaine held him tightly and rubbed his back.
“It doesn't help that that song's on the radio constantly these days... and back when...” Kurt sniffled. “I'm sorry, I need to cut this out. I'm wasting precious time we have together.”
“Don't be silly, Kurt,” Blaine said, “That was incredibly thoughtless of me and I hate to see you cry, but as long as I'm with you, it could never be a waste of time.”
Comments
There there, he has Blaine to make it all better. But it's going to get worse before it REALLY gets better, natch.
Poor Kurt :(
Soooo... I should have them sing something from Spamalot at the talent show? :)
Lol South Africa banned monty pythons the holy grail for being irreligious too. And I like that this story has no smut. It's refreshing for those of us who don't read it.
That's high praise! Thank you!
Awe, that was so sweet! I love their current dynamic, it's perfect.
Love it love it love it!!! Very well done! Can't wait to read what happens next...
They are so adorable! I want them to sing something epic for the talent show like the F*ck You Symphony by Millie Jackson. It would cause problems, but I bet they'd get a standing ovation from at least some of the campers.