Do You Remember
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Do You Remember: Part I: Chapter 5


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Story: Complete - Chapters: 16/16 - Created: Aug 20, 2012 - Updated: Mar 27, 2013
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The week has been an incredible one for Kurt. Despite feeling like his class hates him, he has become closer and closer with Blaine. During class they sit together, sometimes talking and sometimes just enjoying each other’s company. Outside of school they are texting constantly, late into the night. Sharing secrets, memories inane chatter. They made plans for Saturday night and Kurt couldn’t wait. It was Friday now and he only had one more day to get to before The Date. Actually, Kurt had no idea if it was a date or not, Blaine never specified and he didn’t want to be presumptuous. They were going to meet at the park at 6pm with food, blankets and drinks. The film started at 8pm. Kurt was ridiculously excited. He had never been on a date before, never kissed a boy, never held hands. And he couldn’t imagine someone better to share these firsts with than Blaine.

Sadly, no matter how special Blaine made Kurt feel, intentionally or not, it didn’t change the way the class acted around him. He was shot evil glances, side looks of disgust whenever he answered a question in class. During lunch he sat alone in the library. He wished he could be with Blaine but his friends hated Kurt, and it was better not to ask at all rather than be rejected, in Kurt’s view.

Friday morning Kurt bounced into class, he liked to show the class he didn’t care what they thought, especially Rachel who had encouraged the classes actions. He sat down on the stool; Blaine hadn’t arrived yet so he waited expectantly, looking at the door. Class didn’t start for another five minutes but you were allowed to come in and sit in your seats rather than wait outside so all of the class was mostly there already. Finally, as the bell rang, Blaine wandered in. He was never in any rush to get anywhere. His entire demeanour was polar opposites to Kurt's uptight anxious one but they had so much in common and got along so well that it didn’t matter. They complemented each other. Blaine saw Kurt looking at him and gave him a smile as he made his way to the back of the room, but before he could take a step past the front row his friends had grabbed him and were talking to him in hushed angry voices. He saw one of them point at Kurt, Blaine looked to where he was pointing and bit his lip in conflict. He turned back to his friends and said something angrily. Kurt was so frustrated he couldn’t hear what was happening, it was obviously about him but edging closer might be a bit obvious. He just waited for Blaine to come over to tell him what happened but he didn’t. He watched Blaine nod and take a seat next to his friends without a glance back at Kurt. He felt hurt at Blaine’s betrayal. He hated how easily you could be forced to conform through peer pressure. It made him shake with rage. But Kurt concentrated on his work then stormed out at the end of the lesson.

This continued on for the rest of the day, Blaine would start to make his way towards Kurt then stop suddenly, almost robotically, and change his path so he was sitting next to his friends instead. Kurt was sick of this stupidity and by Friday afternoon he decided to confront him, so after class he left quickly then waited outside, hoping to catch Blaine alone. He managed to corner him before Blaine even realised what was happening.

“What the hell Blaine?” Kurt near shouted.

“Sorry Kurt, I have been spending heaps of time with you lately and just needed to sit with my other friends.” Blaine gave him a sad but hopeful smile complete with shiny puppy eyes. Kurt wanted to mention how he spent plenty of time with them during lunch and other classes but decided he would come off as needy so just asked:

“Are we still on for tomorrow?”

“Um, yeah I guess, sure.” Blaine answered hesitantly. It didn’t really comfort Kurt but he had given him an answer so Kurt nodded, and said goodbye before walking home. God I wish I just blended in with his friends, just be ‘one of the guys’. What is it about me that they hate? Kurt questioned himself on his walk. His posture has slumped, his shoulders and expression sagging, a direct opposite to what it was when he arrived that morning.  Shake it off Kurt, screw them. You are going to a movie with the guys you like tomorrow and no one can take that away from you.

Later that night Kurt got a text from Blaine, it was his first one all day and it was making Kurt very paranoid. Did his friends turn him against me? Does he hate me; does he think I am a loser? Kurt was sure that this text was going to be Blaine bailing on him. But after five minutes of staring at his phone he decided he might as well look at it.

Hey Kurt, looking forward to tomorrow. I am so sorry for today, school just sucks you know? I hate it; I hate how some kids have so much power over me. I am weak, I know. I hope you can forgive me. –B

Kurt read the text over and over again before replying. He hated seeing how hopeless Blaine sounded.

I understand Blaine. I am looking forward to tomorrow too. Rest up and stop thinking about school. It’s the weekend! –K

Kurt tried to lighten the mood with his text but he had the feeling that Blaine wasn’t easily cheered up. They exchanged a few more texts before saying goodbye for the night. Blaine was going to a friend’s house for some drinks and Kurt had to pick his outfit for tomorrow night.  Small bubbles of excitement burst through Kurt’s chest at the thought of tomorrow. He couldn’t wait.

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It is 8am on a Saturday and Kurt is already awake. He has had a shower, finished his morning routine and is now sitting on the couch, bouncing his foot anxiously up and down, staring into space. Kurt isn’t a very patient person and he knows this day is going to drag on. He decides to do some baking while he is waiting and start making the quiche and sandwiches he is bringing tonight. Finally, the day has been killed and it is time to leave. Kurt packs everything into a basket, puts on his chosen outfit complete with scarf because it gets very cold at night and grabs a blanket from the cupboard. Once he arrives at the park, his dad having dropped him off, he gets a text from Blaine saying where he is sitting. Kurt follows his directions, scanning the crowed for the boy with curly brown hair and stops when he sees him. Blaine is lying on a red rug with a pillow under his head and one beside him, for Kurt he assumes. Kurt swoons at the sight of him and picks up his pace so he can make it to him sooner.

“Hey,” Kurt says anti-climatically. Suddenly Kurt feels very unsure, he is Standing awkwardly with his blanket and food and not knowing what to do next. But luckily for him, Blaine stands up and wraps his arms around him in one of the best hugs Kurt has ever had. Kurt nuzzles his nose into Blaine’s neck and closes his eyes, taking in as much of the feeling of this as possible. God he smells awesome. Blaine lets go, far too soon for Kurt's liking, and stands there looking Kurt in the eye.

“Hi,” Blaine replies simply. “Sit, I brought us some soda, I wasn’t sure what type you liked so I hope this is okay. And I have some desert and snacks for the movie.” Blaine looked very shy and unsure; it took Kurt by surprise, as he had never seen him like this. Maybe he is just as scared as I am.

Blaine and Kurt spent the next two hours laughing, eating and talking. Kurt was having an amazing time, he felt in complete bliss. By the time the movie started, Blaine was lying down on the blanket beside Kurt, with a few inches of space between them. Kurt wanted to snuggle up to Blaine, rest his head on his shoulder and tangle their legs together but he wasn’t sure if it would be appropriate so instead, as the movie played, he edged his hand closer and closer to Blaine's, which was lying at his side. Eventually their hands were touching, and before Kurt could actually get the courage to grab is hand, Blaine slid his hand into Kurt’s and intertwined their fingers silently. Kurt's mouth slid into a grin as he felt Blaine’s hand in his. Perfect, absolutely perfect.

Once the movie was over Blaine and Kurt packed up all their things slowly, wanting to stretch out the time together. Kurt knew this little bubble they were in would pop once they got back to school. Blaine led Kurt over to where his dad’s car was waiting but stopped just far enough away that his dad wouldn’t be able to see them. Blaine stopped and turned to face Kurt, intertwining their fingers again. Blaine looked at Kurt in the eye and Kurt could feel his heart racing. Was this it? Was he going to kiss me?

“Kurt, thank you for tonight I had an amazing time with you.” Then Blaine leaned in close, never letting his eyes stray from Kurt's face and pressed his lips delicately to Kurt's for a second before leaning back. He gave Kurt's fingers one more squeeze before leaving. Kurt's eyes fluttered open; he couldn’t believe what just happened. His first kiss! And with Blaine. He felt magical, on top of the world. He quietly slid into his dad’s car and stayed silent, replaying the night and the kiss over and over. The dopey grin on his face felt permanent. Blaine kissed me. Blaine kissed me.

When he got home he put everything away, changed into his pyjamas’ and crawled into bed. Wow. Kurt heard his phone go off and knew it would be Blaine texting him. He opened up the message quickly; eager to read it’s contents.

I had an amazing night Kurt. But I hope you realise this doesn’t change anything; I can’t be seen with you at school. I want us to be friends but I cant let me group know about it. Sorry. –B

Crushed. That was really the only was to describe how Kurt felt when he read Blaine's text. Tears fell from his eyes and dripped down his face. Kurt stared at the message so long the screen went black and his vision went blurry. After awhile he put down his phone and slid between his sheets. Kurt closed his eyes and one thought slipped to the forefront of his mind. I wasn’t good enough for him anyway.

 


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