CHAPTER 4

It had been a week since Blaine had proposed the mysterious person to skip class with him.

He was so intrigued about who could it be and he had not thought twice when he sent that message.

A "not yet, sorry" was the only answer.

Of course he understood. They had agreed on keeping it anonymous, but there was something inside Blaine that really needed to know who it was.

He knew it was someone close to him. He knew they went to some classes together. He knew that they had probably talked in real life. But he really felt he had never met that person before. The person was nice to him. Nice like anyone had ever been. He didn’t feel judged or didn’t have the need to say something offensive or act like he didn’t care about anything or be a person he’s not, like he did when he was with his friends.  

They had been talking for more than a week now. Texts came and went every few hours. It was the first thing Blaine did when he woke up and the last thing he did before going to sleep. He was kind of addicted to this game and didn’t really want to stop it. In fact, he wanted more.

It was weird that he was talking and telling about his life to a stranger. He didn’t even know if it was a girl or a boy. But it really didn’t matter to him. And that scared him.

He usually didn’t picture the person he was texting because he preferred it that way.

If it was a girl, then probably Rachel had some competition. But if it was a boy…Blaine didn’t even want to think about that possibility. Blaine had always liked girls. He had never questioned his sexuality.

Well maybe he did with Zac Efron, but the boy is hot and you can tell when a person is hot or not even if you are straight or gay. That doesn’t have to mean you like them.

But the thing that really worried him was that if that person he was texting was a boy, he was sure going to be confused, but that wouldn’t mean he would stop texting him. He just couldn’t.

That stranger had become part of his life in less than two weeks.

And also, the fact that Rachel was being a serious pain in the ass lately, was affecting him.

She suspected, of course. That girl had a radar or something. Every time Blaine took his phone off in the middle of the hallways to text the mysterious person, she appeared. She appeared from nowhere, seriously. It was actually confusing because Blaine preferred talking to a stranger than talking to Rachel.

“Blainey!” not her again. Rachel appeared smiling, with a braid, shorts shorter than Blaine would like them to be, a blouse that was almost transparent and showed her black bra and tiny heels that sounded through the corridors every time she moved. She kissed Blaine on the cheek and he wrinkled his nose. Maybe the thing wasn’t between Blaine liking girls or boys. Maybe he did like girls. But he just couldn’t stand Rachel.

“Don’t you dare calling me that again, Rach. People have ears, you know I have a reputation.” He replied sharply. Rachel, who was now leaning in the locker next to Blaine, pouted looking at him.

“Oh, love, I just don’t like it when I call you Blaine. It sounds like we’re friends and not a couple.”  

“Well I don’t, so stop it. I have to go to class. Bye.” he hastened and almost ran away from her.

Blaine could feel her stabbing him with her eyes in his back as he walked away, but he could not care less.

He was making his way to French class, phone in his hand, smiling widely. Almost turning a corner when someone grabbed him and pushed him against the lockers.

“Whoaa-“he had been taken by surprise this time. Blaine blinked twice and looked at the person who was pressing him against the lockers. His heart was still beating fast when he recognized her. Cheerleader uniform, dark brown hair in a curled ponytail, soft features, hungry eyes, glossy lips, enviable body shape and yes, great boobs. There was no one around and the girl approached him to touch his lips with hers. He turned away his face. “Not today, Sara.”

“Why is it always when you want to?” she whispered in his ear. She let her right hand fall intentionally on his chest and slowly headed it toward his crotch. Blaine thrust his hips unconsciously against her hand as she lowered it. She smiled satisfied. When she was only millimeters away from slipping her hand into his underwear, she changed her hand’s direction and placed it in his rounded ass. She squeezed it and he groaned. “Why can’t we have fun when I want to?”

“N-not now, S-ara.” He found it difficult to talk as she didn’t put her hand out of his boxers. She did immediately when she heard his words.

“Is that a no?” she had now given him some space and was looking at him disappointed with her hands crossed over her chest. “Are you really saying no to me?”

“Yes I am” he replied more calmed, pulling up his pants a little. She laughed at him and he raised an eyebrow, not really understanding what the joke was.

“Looks like Anderson has gone gay” she finally explained after a few seconds of laughing.  

“Close your big mouth, Sara.” he said angrily.

“Well you didn’t say that last time in the bathrooms when I had my mouth in your…” he covered her mouth with his hand, ashamed.

“I’m not gay. But I don’t want to do this anymore.” he lowered his voice.

“Fine. But then don’t drag me into the boys bathroom or empty classrooms between classes to give you hand jobs. I know your little annoying and virgin girlfriend won’t, so have fun.” she winked at him before turning around and leaving him alone in the hallways.

Well maybe I’m skipping this class he thought watching his boner aching inside his pants. You can’t go to class late with a hard on. No, that’s unacceptable.

He went to the auditorium and sat on the nearest chair. He took his mobile and started this time.

OUTGOING TEXT:

“Have you ever been fantasized about having sex on the school bathrooms?”

INCOMING TEXT:

“What???! No!! That’s gross!!”

“Have you?”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“Yes.”

INCOMING TEXT:

“Well I don’t see the appeal.”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“That’s because you’ve never tried it.”

INCOMING TEXT:

“I’m assuming you have. And now I wonder if maybe I have used the same bathroom. Ugh.”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“Probably.”

INCOMING TEXT:

“I have to left you. I’m being responsible and taking notes. Talk to you later!”

Blaine turned off his mobile and let his eyes close.

He didn’t get it. What did this person have that made him want more?

He texted as fast as something funny happened to him or whenever he thought of something witty that could impress the other person. He wanted the other person to laugh at his jokes, to feel proud of him, to be happy for him, to be happy with him.

No, no, not that last thing, Blaine. he thought, shaking his head.

But you can’t keep on lying to yourself forever.

Back in French class…

“Bon, aujourd'hui je vais vous expliquer ce que vous devez faire pour le travail de fin de cours.” Ms. Lourdes began to explain what they had to do: they were going to be paired up and they will have to chose a topic and do a oral exposition of 15 minutes long. All in French, of course.

“Kurt Hummel fera le travail avec Blaine Anderson!” Kurt looked up quickly and left his mobile aside when he heard his name.

“Excuse me.” He said raising a hand. The teacher smiled at him. “But he isn’t even in class today. He barely comes to class.”

“Bon, Mrs. Hummel, vous devres parler avec lui. Je ne vais pas faire un change.”

“Great, madame.” Kurt rolled his eyes and sat back in his chair. There’s nothing he was wishing more than spending time with Blaine Dick Anderson. 

“We have been paired up.” Kurt told Blaine from behind.

“Woah dude, you scared me!” Blaine closed his locker holding the books for the next class and faced him. “What are you talking about?”

Kurt rolled his eyes.

“French. That class you didn’t go today…” Blaine opened his mouth to excuse himself for not going, but Kurt continued talking. “…and most of the days of the week. We have been paired up for a classwork. ”

“So…” Blaine titled his head and raised and eyebrow.

“I’m as excited as you are, yes, but I want my marks and I like them high…” Blaine began walking to his next class, ignoring Kurt and trying to get away from him, but he followed him and never stopped speaking. “…So you” Kurt emphasized pressing a finger against Blaine’s biceps “are going to work your ass off for this.”

“Okay, look.” Blaine stopped walking and faced Kurt. “Let’s make this easy. Choose a day to work on it every week. I’m free on Thursdays. What about you?”

“Glee practice” he replied roughly.

“I’m not spending my free Friday evenings with you.” Blaine remarked before Kurt proposed it.

“Yes, you are, in fact.” Kurt whispered and then run to his next class. Blaine who hadn’t articulate a word agreeing or not, finally spoke.

“At least tell me where!!” Blaine shouted when Kurt was almost no visible in the crowd.

“Oh, 6pm on the school library!!” and then he was gone.

It was Thursday night and Kurt was nervous. They were working on their French assignment the next day and how was he supposed to get on well with Blaine when he was the biggest ass to ever exist?

There was a film that always made Kurt relax. He was home alone because his father was working hard on some car he had to return tomorrow, so he didn’t think twice when he put the dvd and wrapped himself in a blanket in the couch.

Once the film was over and he was a mess, he felt like he needed to talk to someone, so he texted.

OUTGOING TEXT:

“You know which film I could watch over and over again?”

INCOMING TEXT:

“Surprise me.”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“Moulin Rouge.”

INCOMING TEXT:

“I do agree on that. The movie is beautiful. And heart-breaking. Be honest, do you cry?”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“Don’t you?”

INCOMING TEXT:

“Yes, yes, I do.”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“Come What May, Your Song or the Elephant Love Medley?”

INCOMING TEXT:

“I will have to go with Your Song.”

 OUTGOING TEXT:

“No way! Come What May is the best one. I get shivers and sob when I listen to it.”

INCOMING TEXT:

“I bet you do that every time you see Finn.”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“...”

INCOMING TEXT:

“Sorry, that was low.”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“And uncalled for.”

INCOMING TEXT:

“Do you still like him?”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“I don’t know anymore.”

INCOMING TEXT:

“Why that sudden change? Didn’t you love him like two weeks ago?”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“Yes. Or so I thought.”

INCOMING TEXT:

“What do you mean?”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“How can we know if we love someone? How do we know if we are experiencing real love or not? What if we think we’re in love but it’s just physical attraction? I mean, sure they say you get butterflies in your stomach and all those things but what if ”

INCOMING TEXT:

“You think too hard. I think love is about living the moment. Love is about being generous and giving more than you receive, stealing a kiss when you argue, is denying it at the beginning and falling hard in the end, is the total surrender of your heart to another person with the security of knowing they will treat it better than you will, is about wanting to be a better person, is wishing the very best to the other person no matter what, is taking a risk and being able to look back and see what it has been and not what it could have been. Love is about saying “I love you” when you feel like it, being honest with each other and telling when you have spinach between your teeth, making love and not having sex, waking up and going to sleep next to each other. Love is finding a song and crying because it literally describes your story, is fantasizing about a life together and wanting it to start right here and now because you’ve finally found your missing puzzle piece and you’re not afraid to tell the world.”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“Have you ever fallen in love?”

INCOMING TEXT:

“No. But I want to.”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“Me too.”