Another Angle – Original Song:

            Blaine sits down alone for a cup of coffee at the Lima Bean. He’s still digesting what Kurt had said to him earlier: “I feel like we are ‘Blaine and the Pips’.” What could Blaine do? It was the council who decided who gets the solos. Surely he had a huge influence on the council being best-friends with two thirds of it. And surely that had created an enormous amount of gossiping within the Warblers. But Blaine was no diva and definitively he was no attention-seeker.  Well, maybe a little…

            It did feel great to have all the spotlights on him during a performance. And Kurt loved that too; Kurt was truly the diva. He had even admitted he was jealous of the attention Blaine got. It was Kurt’s problem; not his. Still, this conversation was stuck in Blaine’s mind and he simply couldn’t get rid of it. Something about upsetting Kurt was bothering Blaine.

            Blaine knew Kurt was still struggling in being a Warbler. He was always telling stories of McKinley and how the New Directions were a big family who was all about bringing everyone particularities into the light. Blaine, on the other hand, liked blending in with the Warbler’s uniform. He felt safe and protected. But again, he couldn’t complain because, as Kurt loved to point out, he was the lead soloist who got all the attention.

            Maybe he should dare a little more; let his true colors show and walk tall like Kurt did. Blaine continued to be scared of really showing who he was; however, the last months after knowing Kurt and becoming his friend had made Blaine more proud of whom he was than ever before. Maybe it was about time he suggested the little outfit change he thought would work for Regionals.

*

            Kurt kept looking through the bars of the cage unable to believe what lay before his eyes. Pavarotti was dead. His good little fella with whom he had shared so many confessions was no longer between the livings. He knew it was silly to be so upset about a bird; but Pav was a symbol. He symbolized Kurt’s life with the Warblers and he was also the only one Kurt could be really true about Blaine with.

            It was especially more upsetting for a kid like Kurt: Pav’s death brought to surface a lot of feelings that were inside Kurt since he was seven. This year, more than others, Kurt felt like he was losing everything he held dear: his father heart-attack (that was also an awful reminder of Kurt’s mother absence); being away from his friends and his school and now losing that one thing that made him truly feel like a Warbler.

            Kurt ran for his wardrobe to find the right outfit to mourn his little companion. He would make sure Pavarotti was not forgotten and that he had the perfect funeral; just like he deserved. Kurt felt vulnerable; he knew he was letting all his protective walls tumble down. However, he couldn’t care less; Kurt was all pain and grief. All he could think about was to honor his death friend and the rest was the rest.

*

            Blaine sighed in relieve when he saw Wes alone in a classroom:

            “Wes, thank God, I need to talk to you.”

            Wes friendly smiled and pointed out to an empty chair:

            “By all means, Blaine-boy; I’m all ears.”

            Blaine sat down and took a deep breath before looking his friend in the eye and confessing:

            “I’m in love with Kurt.”

            Wes didn’t say a word as he stood up and walked toward the door with a bored expression. Blaine was confused by his attitude and called him out:

            “Hey! What’s that? Aren’t you going to say something?”

            Wes turned to him with the same expression as he said:

            “Now tell me something I don’t know.”

            Wes than broke into a smirk and Blaine was unsure if he wanted to punch or to kiss his friend. Wes approached him and friendly tapped his shoulder:

            “Finally! So, when is the wedding? I’m best-man, right?”

            Blaine shook his head with a worried face:

            “It’s not that simple…”

            Wes sat back down as he kept his comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder:

            “Why not? You love him and he loves you; you are both gay and happy about it. What could possibly be on the way?”

            “My stupidity! How could Kurt possibly still like me after all I did to him? I made him serenade a guy I thought I was in love with; I tried to talk about sex with him and when he told me he didn’t want to hear it; I freaking told his father to give him the talk…”

            Blaine was interrupted by Wes loud laughter. He looked fuming at Wes:

            “It’s not funny!”

            “I’m so sorry Blaine, but it is. You are such a dork! But an adorable one, might I add.”

            Blaine gave him a not-amused mocking smile. Wes looked sympathetic at him:

            “Come on; it’s not that bad. The guy is head-over-heels about you!”

            Blaine looked at him with moist eyes:

            “How can you be so sure?”

            “You’re unbelievably insecure for a guy so self-confident! Everyone knows you two are in love with each other but the two of you! It’s so obvious in the way you look at each other.”

            Blaine shrugged still not sure. Wes smiled at him:

            “Blaine, trust me and go for it. You own it to Kurt anyway; he told you the truth even knowing you were heart-broken about other guy. Besides, if you never do that; you’ll forever regret not knowing what could have been.”

            Blaine returned him a half-smile:

            “Okay; I’ll man up and do that. But just imagining that I might lose Kurt…”

            Wes stopped him:

            “Believe me; you won’t. Now tell me what made you realize the obvious?”

            Blaine’s eyes started to glow:

            “I don’t know exactly; but it was something in the way he sung Black Bird. It was like seeing Kurt for the first time. He was so fragile but he was all there. It was like seeing him so vulnerable made me really see him. That was when it just hit me: I wanted to be there not just to protect him; I wanted to protect him because I want him. Simple as that; I think I loved him from the first time I saw him but only now I’ve came to realize who Kurt really is.”

*

            Blaine’s phone went buzzing on his pocket and Kurt let out a loud groan escape him as Blaine’s lips parted his. He immediately covered his mouth with his hands but Blaine smirked at him amused. Blaine’s expression changed as he checked the message on his phone. Kurt wanted to touch him to comfort whatever it was that was bothering him but he got too self-conscience to move. For his luck, Blaine quickly looked at him and answered his curiosity with an I’m-sorry smile:

            “Kurt, I unfortunately have to leave.”

            Kurt didn’t want to let him go; he just wanted to stay in that room and kiss Blaine forever. Blaine, who he had being in love with for such a long time, also had feelings for him and said them out loud for Kurt. The two of them had spent the last two hours exchanging kisses between short periods of time practicing for Regionals and trying to put in those kisses all they felt for each other.

            The world had been about just the two of them and now Blaine’s phone had brought them back to reality. Blaine moved his face closer to Kurt’s and let their foreheads touch as he whispered:

            “I’m also upset to leave you here. I’d rather kiss you all day; but my father is remembering me of this important dinner he’ll be hosting tonight and I’m supposed to help.”

            Kurt found energies (he was not sure where) to focus on answering instead of just melting down by Blaine’s closeness and delicious fragrance:

            “It’s… it’s okay. I mean; we’ll see each other soon…”

            “Of course we will.”

            Blaine glued his lips to Kurt’s in one last passionate kiss before squeezing Kurt’s hands and leaving. Kurt finally let himself sank into the chair and laughed in excitement. Blaine had kissed him. Blaine had definitively kissed him and it felt just perfect. It was like they matched in every single way and Kurt couldn’t be happier. He grabbed his bag and hopped his way to his car.

Kurt entered home singing loudly; Katy Perry wasn’t his cup of tea, but today nothing could express his feelings like her lyrics. Burt’s face appeared from the kitchen:

            “Everything alright, buddy?”

            “Everything couldn’t be better, daddy!”

            Kurt kissed him on the cheek and went to his room.

*

            As soon as Blaine was excused from his father dinner; he ran to his room and jumped on his bed. He closed his eyes and focused only on Kurt’s image that hadn’t left his head since he heard his version of Black Bird. The image now was Kurt’s surprised and amazed face as Blaine broke their first (of many but not enough) kisses. Blaine just wanted to scream to the whole world how amazing Kurt was; but he knew he couldn’t do that now.

            He got up from the bed and pulled his Ipod on the docking station while searching for one of the duets him and Kurt had recorded together. He found one and allowed himself to float around the room to Kurt’s sweet tunes. He wondered if there could be a more pleasing sound than Kurt’s voice.

            However, Blaine was still insecure. He couldn’t help but wonder if Kurt wanted him like he wanted Kurt. He hoped to become Kurt’s boyfriend but he was afraid he had hurt Kurt with his actions and that maybe Kurt didn’t want to be so serious about them. His will was to go to Kurt’s house immediately and ask his friend to be his forever; but Blaine feared it could make him lose Kurt for good.

            The time would come; he sure hoped so. There would be a perfect moment when he would ask Kurt to be his boyfriend and they would leave holding hands and showing the world how much they liked each other. For now, Blaine would run his fingers in lips trying to recreate Kurt’s taste and fall asleep dreaming on this gorgeous pale boy.

*

Kurt hadn’t had the chance of talking to Blaine during the bus ride to regionals. They were finally alone and he wasn’t sure as how to behave around his friend. Were they only friends or they had already changed into something more? Most importantly, did Blaine want them to become something more?

Blaine was shifting his weight and seemed nervous as well. Until their eyes met and they both broke into a big smile. Blaine was the first to break the silence:

“So, have you slept well?”

Kurt’s smile widened:

“Like an angel. And you?”

“I had the sweetest of dreams.”

Kurt could feel the awkwardness in the air even though they were smiling at each other and unable to break eye contact. He certainly wanted to jump on Blaine and start kissing him right away; however, they were in a crowded place and they both knew what it would have as consequence.

They were interrupted anyway by Wes approaching them. Kurt excused himself to go talk to his friends from the New Directions and walked away never knowing if Blaine wanted to kiss him too or not.

*

            Wes bumped Blaine’s shoulder with his:

            “Any news on the Kurt field?”

            Usually that would be the kind of joke that would piss Blaine off; but after yesterday nothing could possible bother him. He smirked and answered:

            “I found out that his tongue has the better taste I ever experimented.”

            Wes face was priceless and Blaine enjoyed it as his friend stuttered looking for words:

            “You… him… you two… are you dating?”

            “I don’t know yet. I talked to him yesterday and we made out. It was the most amazing thing I ever did! We haven’t talked after and I don’t know how he feels about us. Oh, but I want him as my boyfriend! I’m not ready to hear him saying no if I ask, though.”

            “He won’t! Come on; you guys are made for each other. I’m so happy for you.”

            Blaine stared at Kurt from a distance as he replied Wes:

            “Yeah; me too.”

*

            Kurt silently approached and tackled Rachel and Mercedes from behind. Both of the girls screamed but the yells turned into smiles and hugs as they saw it was Kurt. Rachel friendly slapped his arm:

            “You scared the hell out of us. I’m singing a solo and that could have ruined my voice.”

            “Well, I’m singing in a duet for the competition too and I’m not complaining.”

            Kurt bit his lips as he waited for his friends’ reaction. Mercedes hugged him as she asked:

            “Congratulations; you deserve it. Who are you singing the duet with?”

            Kurt smirked teasingly:

            “With Blaine… who kissed me yesterday…”

            Both girls were surprised and suppressed their screams as they pulled Kurt for a corner. Rachel looked at him kind of menacingly:

            “You better tell us everything, Hummel. Is he your boyfriend now?”

            Kurt looked down before answering:

            “We haven’t got the chance to talk since yesterday. But we kissed a lot and it was incredible and magical!”

            In the middle of all the laugher and excitement of the moment, Kurt caught Blaine staring at him from a distance and winked back to him.

*

            Blaine felt gladder than he ever felt as he walked away from Pavarotti’s little grave with Kurt’s hand securely in his. He looked from their linked hands to Kurt’s face and found him smiling back. Blaine lightly squeezed his hand as he asked:

            “Should we go get a coffee?”

            “Definitively!”

            Kurt’s smile lighted the whole world and Blaine couldn’t help but grinning back. Feeling the warmth of Kurt’s hand made Blaine hopeful. At least, Kurt was comfortable enough to show the world that he and the boy whose hand he was holding were more than friends. Blaine hadn’t had the guts to ask Kurt where they were in their relationship. He actually didn’t mind what they were. All he knew was that they were headed somewhere and he would enjoy every step of the way.