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Collision: Chapter 5: Could This Be Out Of Line?


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Story: Closed - Chapters: 15/? - Created: May 29, 2012 - Updated: Apr 03, 2013
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Author's Notes: (Sorry, I'm late. I know. Slap on the wrist)Thanks so much for the reviews and reads guys!! <3

 

“Oh wow! Look who’s in normal clothes” Kurt exclaimed while walking into Blaine’s hospital room.

“I know.” Blaine said, his smile stretched wide across his face “And I’ll have you know that I actually got into them by myself too.”

“Someone alert the media. Now.” Kurt laughed and settled into his usual chair. “How did you manage that? You have a lot of broken bones.

“With utter finesse and style.”

“I’m sure. But seriously, that’s really good”

“I know. Turns out I’m not paralyzed in any way, shape, or form. Which is awesome.”

“Very, very awesome.” Kurt said, silently thanking whatever cosmic being had played some part in Blaine’s recovery. “I couldn’t have forgiven myself if-“

“Shut it. Seriously. Your guilty conscience is getting really boring, and trust me I’m bored enough.” Blaine said. He smiled warmly at Kurt to let him know he was joking.

“So have you got any idea when you might be getting out of here?” Kurt said, changing the subject.

“The doctor said most likely early next week. I’m very excited, as you can imagine. Unfortunately I will not be able to participate in my Warbler reunion concert, but I will be able to watch from side stage. It seems that even a simple two-step is too difficult for my pathetic excuse for an ankle.”

“Your ankle is broken, Blaine. Cut it some slack.” Kurt laughed. “Wait, Warblers? Where have I heard that name before?”

“Um, everywhere? We’re kind of famous. Like One Direction, but better. And in blazers.” Blaine smiled, clearly making fun.

“Better than One Direction? That’s quite a claim there. True, I can’t deny a good blazer…”

“Well you’ll have to come see for yourself. What are you doing Sunday…” Blaine counted with his fingers “… two weeks from next?”

“Uhh… I don’t know I’d have to check.”

“Incorrect answer. You are coming to Ohio to watch a spectacular performance by yours truly, well sort of, with a truly wonderful group, The Warblers. Brace yourself. It’s gonna be wild”

“Blaine Anderson, you truly are something else.”

Blaine grinned in response.

 

“Oh! Ohio!” Rachel exclaimed. “Wonderful. We can meet up with some of the others. Catch up with our families. This will be great.”

“We? Rachel.”

“Yes, we, Kurt. Honestly. I’m coming. You’re not going halfway across the country with someone you barely know without me. Besides, I have to size this Blaine up for myself.”

“Rachel, I don’t even know if I can get you invited.”

“To a Warblers reunion concert? Kurt, I’m sure I’ll fit. No, this is not up for discussion. We could make a long weekend out of it.”

 

Rachel had a tendency to invite herself to parties and events that really weren’t relevant to her at all. Kurt thought it stemmed from some strange underlying paranoia about possibly missing out on an opportunity to be on Broadway in some random inappropriate circumstance. She also had a tendency to over-organize everything. Trying to have even one iota of input into a plan once Rachel had commandeered it was like trying to discover the lost city of Atlantis, pointless and a waste of time. Fortunately, Rachel wasn’t terrible at this.

 

The next week went by fairly slowly for one Blaine Anderson. In between the sporadic hospital visits from friends, family and Sebastian, he spent an awful lot of time watching TV, re-assuring his mother that a flight to New York really wasn’t necessary and fantasizing about one pale, skinny boy with a beautiful smile and an even more wonderful wardrobe. He knew it was wrong, because he had Sebastian and really he was happy with his boyfriend. They’d been together for about 4 years now, and Blaine was sure that this new infatuation was nothing serious. This happened to everyone, right?

 

But it was undeniable, the butterflies that sprung into his stomach each morning that Kurt was meant to drop in, the measurable drop in his happiness each time that he left. Even thinking about the small amount of time they had spent together was enough to plaster a smile on Blaine’s face. But it was just a phase. Just a little crush, and it would go away. He loved Sebastian. This really was nothing serious.

 

Blaine’s thoughts were interrupted as Santana burst into the room in a huff, not a particularly uncommon occurrence.

“Ugh. She’s cheating on me. I know it.”

“Overreacting, Santana.”

“I am not. No, this time I have legitimate proof.”

“Oh, okay.” Blaine said, finding it hard to believe her. Every now and then Santana would come to the conclusion that something was desperately wrong with her relationship. That a break-up was about to happen, Brittany was cheating on her, or that Brittany was keeping some heinous secret. And every single time, it turned out to be some crazy idea that Santana had formulated in her endlessly overactive imagination.

Santana pulled out a white iPhone and began scrolling through messages on the screen.

“Is that Brittany’s phone, San?” Blaine said, sighing softly.

“Mmhm. Ok here it is. So mystery person, called Anna, sends ‘So tonight then?’ and reply; ‘No I can’t tonight, I have something with the gf. Maybe Thursday?’ Anna again; ‘You always cancel our plans for Santana. Ok, Thurs.’ And reply; Yeah well Santana is my girlfriend, you’re not. See you then.’ And there’s a smiley face at the end of that one. See?”

“No, Santana, as usual. I don’t see anything. She’s not cancelling plans with you. That means you still come first.”

“I don’t even know who this Anna person is. She’s keeping her a secret from me.”

“Santana. Stop. Give Brittany her phone back, try to stop looking through it without her permission and stop being such an idiot all the time. If she didn't want you anymore, she'd just give you back.”

“Like you have any idea how I’m feeling. You have Sebastian. That boy practically worships the ground you walk on, like he would ever give you back. Count yourself lucky.”

“Lucky. Yeah. I am.”

“What’s that face? No really, what is that face? Is that an I’m-having-second-thoughts-about-my-boyfriend-face? Cause if it is, be prepared for me to slap it off.”

“Santana, really. a). That isn’t even a face. It doesn’t exist. B). Why would I ever think I could dump Sebastian?”

“Well, good. Cause that little elf who has been stalking you seems to think that you might.”

“I can't anyway. Wait, what are you talking about?”

“That kid. Uhhh… Carter?”

Blaine gave her a puzzled look.

“Burt? Chris? Tim? I don’t know, I’m guessing” Santana continued.

“Kurt?”

“Yes. That one. I was close.”

Blaine shook his head. “Ok, so, what about him?”

“He’s totally into you.”

Another puzzled look.

“He wants in those too-tight pants. He wants to put a ring on it…? Am I not making sense?” Blaine stayed silent. “He wants to ride you so hard that your dick-“

“Awesome Santana! Yes, understood. Thank you for that imagery.”

“Good. Yeah. Pretty boy has his eyes on you.”

“I highly doubt that.” Why would he have his eyes on me? The memory of Kurt’s curious eyes accompanied by a warm smile flooded his mind. Could he?

“Well, whatever.” Santana’s phone buzzed - an email. “It’s from Brittany.” She smiled down at the lit screen, intently reading whatever message Brittany had sent.

Hey San, 

I lost my phone, I think Lord Tubbington ate it.

Can you get home by 6? I have a surprise for you.

Love you, 

Britt

“I have to go.” She said, still smiling. “Britt has something special planned.” She walked out of the room re-reading the e-mail.

“You’re pathetic!” Blaine yelled at her as she left. 

 

End Notes: To be continued...

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Lord Tubbington is still around? Whoopie! :DWhen you're in third person like this it's really neat 'cause you get to see everyone's side of the story.Currently crazed with Overeacting!Santana love. C'mon, Sanny, Brit wouldn't do that!Best chapter so far:D