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Post by KURT HUMMEL on Jul 21, 2011 2:05:59 GMT -6
,been black and blue before
• • • • there’s no need to explain <<
[/color] >>I am not the jaded kind, • • • •
playback’s such a waste [/color] -x-
Kurt felt his cheeks heat up a little as Blaine whispered in his ear. ”Y-yeah.. I knew you were.” He flashed a small smile to Blaine, whose face was only a couple inches away from his for a few short moments. He took Blaine's advice and relaxed his shoulders a little, realizing just how timid he had become since the boy walked in. The way he acted around Blaine confused himself more than it made sense sometimes. He was thoroughly thankful that he had a friend like Blaine. After all, he had come a very long way since Dalton. He shuddered at the thought of what could have happened if he didn't transfer.
”Bla-aine!” Kurt whined a bit childishly as Blaine tugged a hair loose from the rest. ”You know it takes forever to get my hair perfectly shaped.” He crossed his arms and tried to pout a little, but it was quickly replaced by a smile. ”I'm only kidding. Good thing I keep a bottle of hairspray handy... Of course, I'm joking about that too.” He pondered this for a moment, knowing that nobody would be surprised at all if he actually did carry one around. It wouldn't surprise himself, actually.
”...you play a trick on me and I will find the way to dye your clothes the tackiest shade of pink imaginable."
Kurt's blue eyes suddenly widened as he stared at Miki with a look of horror on his face. ”You wouldn't.” Kurt knew for a fact that pink wasn't a color he could flaunt around. Especially at school, it would be a guaranteed grape slushy in the face and a possible toss in the dumpster. ”Well, since you've basically scared the hell out of me.. I guess it's a deal. Should I catch you in school or should I call you?” He asked, getting ready to take his phone out of his pocket so she could enter her number, if she wanted to exchange them. But Kurt's hand stopped moving after it wrapped around his phone.
"You two are dating, right?"
He froze on the spot, awaiting Blaine's reply and not wanting to speak up just yet. He knew something incredibly stupid would blurt out of his mouth before he could think of what he was saying. He couldn't help but notice how Blaine's voice wavered slightly. Does he know about me and Sam? Kurt wondered to himself as he glanced over to Blaine's face. No, he couldn't. He blinked a few times while Blaine spoke again, seeming calm. Sure, people had suspected that they were dating before, but they didn't exactly bring it to attention all of the sudden. Usually, someone would pull Kurt aside and ask.
He exhaled quickly, unsure of what to say. ”Yeah... Blaine pretty much summed it up. Just... really close friends.” He winced at how high his voice became when he spoke the last few words. He awkwardly leaned over and slung his arm around Blaine's shoulder, grinning up at the girl. ”You know, Blaine, we should totally find some of those friendship necklaces. Those are pretty cool.” He joked, trying to get the sudden tension in the air to lighten a bit. ”And I'm definitely finding a new outfit for you too, mister. Jekyll & Hyde?” He said, both amused and disturbed by Blaine's outfit choice. He had become used to the fact that Blaine didn't have the best sense in fashion... (well, he probably had as much sense as Brittany did with anything educational when it came to fashion.) But Kurt couldn't stop himself from joking around about Blaine's outfit choices every once in awhile.
”Anyways. Uh. Right, should I call or just catch you in the hallways?” He removed his arm from around Blaine's shoulders and shifted from foot to foot for a moment before digging his phone back out of his pocket.
”Hey, I've got a message from you, Blaine.” He chuckled as his finger hovered over the open message button.
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Post by mikiyashida on Jul 22, 2011 21:33:36 GMT -6
“Ah…No. We’re not…dating,”
Miki tilted her head. He was embarrassed and hesitant, in the girl's eyes. It was too bad he was a top-ringer in the Kinsey Scale; then again, without her boots on she'd still be taller than him. The wheels of her mind were turning, the gears churning; visions of pants and jackets, shirts and scarves flew through her mind. She hadn't been all that truthful with her intentions when she asked about the boys' relationship status. However, she could see ways to use them for a photo-shoot.
“Kurt used to go to Dalton with me. We were in the glee club together.”
Dalton. Bubbling up to the surface came the memory of boys singing Hey, Soul Sister. They didn't impress her all that much; they were a stool choir, if what was overheard from Mr. Schuester's mouth was true, and they had charisma but they were stiff as boards. Instead of a group of performers, the crowd received a performance from a unit. It was clear they had chemistry and all the boys were comfortable with each other, but they needed something other than 'Board-School Prep' to make it in show choir.
"Right... The guys who sing with really weird expressions." Miki muttered under her breath.
It was true. Several moments during their performances they seemed to be pushing their enthusiasm; it made them look a bit on the deranged side. While she couldn't speak to how that affected a crowd, or judges, from the view of a photographer it made for unrealistic images. The struggle and anxiety was there, hidden under a malformed and unbelievable mask.
"Yeah... Blaine pretty much summed it up. Just... really close friends."
"Friends. Right. Got it."
While the banter between the two adolescents continued, Miki unsnapped the clasp of her purse (while keeping the jacket pressed to her side) and pulled out a sharpie, as well as a pad of sticky notes. She scribbled her number and her email, as well as her name, onto one and pressed the sticky-note onto Kurt's shoulder ever so slightly. Her next note was pressed onto Blaine's shoulder, with words written in the neat, curved lettering she made a point to practice.
'Call me if the Dalton Boys want a close-up'
Who would dare pass the chance to spend an afternoon with a group of well-to-do, silver-spoon born and hormone-drive teenage boys? Who would dare pass that chance up at an all-boys academy? Not her. Miki smiled and saluted slightly, turning on her heel and waltzing over to the counter. Once there she dropped the jacket onto the counter lightly, while the cashier rang her up. It had been the same woman who had surveyed, not only the adjustment of the mannequins, but their entire conversation. As Miki denied the question as to whether she wanted to be notified via email about special events and sales, she noticed the woman's slight smirk. A pale hand with sharp black nails held out her bag and receipt, the fingers barely gripping the bag's handles. It was as though gracing the sixteen year old with her attention should earn her a bonus.
As nice as it was to get a navy blue, crepe embroidered DKNY jacket for a little over half the original selling price, the woman plucked a nerve. She had plucked it when Miki barely entered the store, and had continued pulling along at it with her 'gossipy' ways. The Asian-American girl smiled, not a small polite curve of the lips or a wide, tooth-peeking grin: it was, at a glance, a tight pull of the corners of the mouth. It was a pull that pushed upwards, brought up by the cheeks as almond shaped eyes narrowed. It almost seemed as though she had eaten something sour.
"I should really say something but that's not going to matter. I'm just a little girl from some run down town in the middle of a cornfield with little to no appreciation for what's truly coutoure. I mean, really, why are you even selling me this? I might try to make a bundle and sell it to someone else right? I could be that desperate."
Clack! Clack!
Her bag was now set on the counter, her jacket folded neatly inside while the sound of the purse's clasp echoed in the nearly empty store. It was snapped and unsnapped by the agile fingers of Miki's right hand, while her left hand held the item gingerly. The girl turned her attention to her bag before slowly raising her eyes to the employee, who regarded her with a look of mild confusion.
"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just trying to pin down that mentality that will keep you working here for the next four years, when, after those wrinkles you're developing grow into crow's feet. Yeah, nothing short of plastic surgery is going to keep you looking like you aren't just pushing 35."
The indignant squawk of the woman was nearly covered by the swishing of the Marc Jacobs bag. Miki's boots stomped on the pristine tiles of the floor as she made her way to the door. It had been a fantastic day.
"Bye, bye boys."
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Post by BLAINE ANDERSON on Jul 27, 2011 6:10:00 GMT -6
The murmur took him a moment to piece together, but Blaine had the uncanny feeling that he’d just caught something along the lines of, "Right... The guys who sing with really weird expressions." He blinked confusedly, then a bit sulkily. Like the New Directions’ two lead singers didn’t have the oddest expressions sometimes! (He liked Rachel and Finn well enough, but still.)
He leaned into Kurt’s side, raising his eyebrows in amusement at the friendship necklace suggestion, inclining his head (a teasing “…Really, Kurt?”), but not speaking. I have dreamed that your arms are lovely, I have dreamed what a joy you’ll be, I have dreamed every word you’ll whisper when you’re close—close to me… He hummed faintly for a moment, then trailed off, wondering why his throat suddenly felt so tight. His hand gave an involuntary, spasmodic little jump as Kurt pulled his arm away and he grabbed unobtrusively at the fabric of his jeans just for something to hold onto that wasn’t Kurt and he wished they were just a little bit looser so he’d have more to cling to. But they were just well-fitting enough to make him feel self-conscious, and he’d have felt self-conscious anyway, and God the inside of his head was starting to sound like he was five or something.
The pressure of the girl’s fingertips on his shoulder jolted him out of his reverie. He pulled the post-it off his t-shirt and surveyed her neat writing with interest. Miki Yashida. Brilliant. He was now rescued from his unfortunate failure to ask her name at the proper time. The Warblers could use some new photographs. There was the yearbook staff, of course, but bringing in someone from the outside would make it a more obvious Event to Build Team Unity—and the Council was always on the lookout for more of those. “Thanks!” he called over his shoulder, slipping her number into his pocket.
Considering their location, he wasn’t surprised by Kurt’s remark on his outfit. He almost commented that deep down, Kurt must approve of his clothes just a little—considering the sweater—but decided to save that particular retort until his fashion sense was in even graver doubt. Apparently, the fact that theatre t-shirts were completely overpriced didn’t put them in the same class as high fashion. Blaine thought this grossly unfair. He gaped indignantly, completely re-energized. “Kurt, you, like the rest of America, simply do not appreciate the genius of Frank Wildhorn.”
He began singing purely to be annoying (and to defend the composer’s honor), but found himself getting into the music after barely two words had passed his lips. Swaying slightly, suppressing a laugh, he brushed past Kurt and spun around to face him.
“I always knew, I always said that silk and lace in black and red will drive a man right off his head…It’s easy.” Understated, conversational, easy smile, eye contact…a good approach to this song, even if his voice was completely wrong for it. He reached out and tapped the other boy’s chin to draw his attention away from his phone for a moment, because Jekyll and Hyde was so much more interesting than whatever text Kurt had decided to check. “So many men, so little time; I want ‘em all! Is that a crime? I don’t know why they say that I’m too easy…” He sighed, spreading his hands.
Alright, maybe he was bending the flirting rule a bit, but it was in character. The life of a jaded, tragically beautiful, eventually-brutally-murdered prostitute had never seemed so appealing. Should letting himself lock eyes with Kurt and smile this way feel so liberating? Maybe it was just the heady sensation of singing for a one person audience for the first time in forever.
“They make me laugh, they make me cry, they make me sick, so God knows why—”
The steely gaze of the attendant caught him just before the chorus, as the McKinley girl paused for breath in her rather impressive tirade. He bit his lip in consternation for a second—he’d honestly almost forgotten that there was anyone else in the store—then gave way to laughter. Well, at least he hadn’t attempted any of the high kicks “Bring on the Men” merited. Kurt could probably nail those in his sleep. He chided himself for the non sequitur and stared determinedly at everything but Kurt’s legs, even if glancing at them would have fed only scientific curiosity as to length and flexibility.
"Bye, bye boys."
He half-saluted in response, catching Miki’s eye. It seemed appropriate. If possible, the temperature of the saleslady’s gaze dropped another degree. It was definitely time to get going. Two impressive purchases by impudent Lima teenagers (or their inappropriately musical companion) and she might just go into cryonic suspension.
“Oh, yeah…That was just to let you know I got here,” he answered offhandly (and very belatedly), looking back to Kurt. He couldn’t remember what he’d said in that text, but he had the odd sense that it might be prudent to continue to distract the other boy with more Broadway numbers. He shook the feeling off.
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Post by KURT HUMMEL on Aug 5, 2011 1:41:55 GMT -6
,been black and blue before
• • • • there’s no need to explain <<
[/color] >>I am not the jaded kind, • • • •
playback’s such a waste [/color] -x-
Kurt scoffed at Blaine's comment and looked up from his phone for a few moments. ”Blaine, you know I'm just trying to help you. I mean, how are you ever supposed to get a boyfriend with your outfit choices? Sure, you're charming and sweet... but you're in need of a shopping spree. I hope you brought comfy shoes.” Kurt stood there with his arms folded for a moment and slyly grinning, until he recalled what he just said. 'Charming and sweet? Seriously?” He blushed furiously and looked down to his phone, his finger hovering over the open message button once more, but he didn't press it. All he did was stare at the screen and act like he was involved with something so the blush would subside. He grimaced a little when Blaine started to hum. 'Why do I always screw up?' He thought. But his head snapped up as soon as he felt Blaine's fingers on his chin. ”Blaine,” he giggled and hummed along to the song. Soon enough, he was pretty much belting out the words with Blaine. He couldn't help but to grin ridiculously for the next couple of seconds.
”Oh, bye Miki. See you around.” he waved to the girl, already forgetting about the jacket. Kurt glanced over his shoulder to watch Miki walk out, but he couldn't help but to notice the saleslady's glare from across the room. He locked his eyes with hers until she looked away, and then he smiled. He didn't like it when people stared at him like that. And on top of it all, she had stopped Blaine from his singing. ”Blaine, is it Warbler adequate to burst out in song while... doing anything?” He chuckled and looked down to his phone again, finally getting the chance to read the message. Don’t buy the whole store before I get there. I reserve the right to watch you try things on. : ) Kurt blushed three different shades and read the message over again. He bit his lip and fought the urge to show Blaine the message, asking him what he could have possibly meant by it.
”So, what's next?” Kurt asked. He hadn't really been shopping with Blaine before, and didn't know what exactly Blaine had in mind. ”We can go grab a coffee or run around and shop first. I'm up for whatever you would like to do,.” He shrugged and pocketed his phone, leaving the choice up to Blaine. Truthfully, he just wanted to go sit and catch up with Blaine for awhile. He hadn't seen the guy for a week or two and needed to catch up on his daily dose of Blaine. He smiled, remembering the voice mails Blaine constantly sent over his vacation, singing 'Waking up in Vegas' at the top of his lungs. Kurt was surprised Blaine didn't get kicked out of the hotel he was staying at. Blaine was truly a silly boy, but Kurt couldn't stand to be apart from him for more than a week or two. He just kept Kurt's life stress-free since they met, and he liked it that way.
”Or, you know, you can watch me try things on. Since you 'reserved the rights' and all." He put his hands up in the air and made air quotes as he spoke the last part. ”I haven't been here before, and I'm assuming you have, so you can lead the way,” He stepped aside and motioned for Blaine to lead the way out of the store, making sure he caught the saleslady's eyes and grimaced at her again. She acted like she was ringing things up under the counter and Kurt smiled in defeat.
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Post by BLAINE ANDERSON on Aug 11, 2011 4:24:58 GMT -6
“Charming and sweet?” Momentarily caught off-guard, he tilted his head to one side, surprised into a delighted, genuine smile as the obvious critique floated past him. He was suddenly filled with the desire to say something incredibly suave and witty so that Kurt would stop blushing and fiddling with his phone as though sorry it had come out that way. Nothing occurred to him.
“I’ll manage. I mean, you’re charming, sweet, and devastatingly well-dressed, and you don’t have a boyfriend yet, do you?” he teased and without pausing for a response (he really didn’t want to linger on the whole Kurt-plus-boyfriend scenario), added, “Maybe I’ll just stick to the blazer and tie. Irresistibly sexy, right?”
Honestly, finding a date was the last thing on his mind at the moment. Senior year, college applications, the Warblers, and Windsor House’s trademark pandemonium already threatened the limited amount of time he spent with his friends—especially Kurt, given the distance between their schools. And the boyfriend he envisioned was always invariably Kurt-ish, prompting him to wonder why he needed one when he had Kurt, and it was around this point that he usually became uncomfortable with the train of thought. Suppose he pursued it just this once, just out of curiosity…Then, what?
“Blaine, is it Warbler adequate to burst out in song while... doing anything?”
“Of course!” Pretending to be taken aback by the question, he blinked seriously—his best combined impression of the Warblers’ Council. “Junior member Kurt Hummel, I’m surprised at you.” Strictly speaking, that ought to be former junior member. By the end of the school year, he still hadn’t quite adjusted to meetings without Kurt's deadpan humor and peculiar lack of reverence for tradition. He’d gotten so used to glancing over and catching the other boy’s eye when something amused him, turning in his direction for a smile of approval after finishing a song.
He perked up at the mention of food (well, coffee); as his stomach was quick to remind him, he still hadn’t eaten—and he hadn’t slept well, either.
“Or, you know, you can watch me try things on. Since you 'reserved the rights' and all."
It was Blaine’s turn to flush—albeit very faintly—as, for an instant, his eyes flicked reflexively over the boy in front of him. His subconscious supplied a low noise of appreciation, and he bit the tip of his tongue, flattening it into a noncommittal, barely audible “Hmm.” He had once, in a fit of compulsive social anxiety, scribbled out a list of innocuous pleasantries to use when a conversation stumbled to a halt, and he cast about vainly for one that didn’t sound forced and artificial. Blurting out “I want you” was most definitely not a suitable option; it was shockingly, unacceptably blunt—not to mention totally misleading… “I—” No. Don’t apologize. Kurt’s tone didn’t necessarily merit an apology, did it? The younger boy was impossible to read sometimes, and the fact that Blaine had never been an expert at reading people didn’t help.
“What?” He shrugged and made a valiant attempt at his usual nonchalant grin. “Don’t you trust my judgment?” It was the best response he could muster, but at least it demonstrated that his intentions had been innocuous and not of the “and if we could make out in the dressing room, that would be fine, too” kind. Not that it wouldn’t have been fine, too. In a strictly speculative sense. He offered the other boy his elbow with a courteous little bow, then linked arms with him anyway a split second later. “I always wear comfortable shoes.” He bounced slightly and wiggled his toes, cheerfully smug. “It happens to be one of the many perks of being unfashionable. Coffee sounds great.” The enthusiasm in his voice was slightly alarming. He supposed it was hunger combined with simple relief at the prospect of doing something safe and normal. He wondered if he could persuade Kurt to split a scone with him without inducing too much anxiety about calories. “There’s a Starbucks around here somewhere.” Humming again, he steered Kurt out the door with a final, amiable nod toward the sales attendant.
He actually didn't have too much experience with the layout of the mall- he'd never enjoyed shopping and had never wanted for social spots with friends like the Brightmans- but not knowing quite where he was headed had only ever put a damper on his confidence when it came to Kurt Hummel. (And that was in a hazy, figurative sense because there were no figurative colorful maps with block letters proclaiming YOU ARE HERE posted at convenient intervals.) He wouldn't need the map, though, because it should be...He absently adjusted his hold on Kurt's arm to a friendly touch at his elbow; their hands had been awkwardly close a moment ago, everything had been awkwardly close...should be...two doors down from the GAP. Of course. He'd never live that down, would he? [/color] (Word Count) 828. [/li][li][/color] (Notes) I seem to have parted company with the English language recently. Ack. I suppose this is really the best I can do at the moment! Also, poor Kurt. xD Blaine is so oblivious to how he comes across... [/li][li][/color] (Music) And I do…I want you to know I’ll hold you up above everyone… [/li][/ul] |
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Post by KURT HUMMEL on Aug 13, 2011 19:40:15 GMT -6
,been black and blue before
• • • • there’s no need to explain <<
[/color] >>I am not the jaded kind, • • • •
playback’s such a waste [/color] -x-
Kurt blushed a little when Blaine caught the words charming and sweet. He swore he didn't mean to say them and made a mental note to actually process what he was about to say before just blurting it out. What Blaine said next made him blush even harder and tilt his head down to hopefully hide the bashful color creeping up along his cheeks. ”You're just saying that.” He muttered and fiddled around with his fingers. But his face turned white as a sheet with Blaine's next comment. Kurt sputtered and looked up to Blaine with wide eyes. ”Um.. actually..” He didn't finish his sentence, hoping Blaine would just think that he was embarrassed for not having a boyfriend yet. But Blaine knew him too well. He grinned and agreed with Blaine about his blazer being “irresistibly sexy”, deep in his own thoughts. He told himself he wouldn't tell Blaine today, but it looked as if he might actually spill something about it by accident.
Kurt smiled and pushed his thoughts away for the moment, trying to focus on Blaine. He didn't want to be stressed out about anything today, but stressing was something he was often a victim of. It wasn't something he could stop, really... he just worried too much. And his worries always progressed to breakdowns. He sighed and grinned up at Blaine. ”Former junior member, and I was just kidding. I know you guys like to break out into random songs. You've pretty much made it where I do too nowadays. Jumping on furniture is another habit I unfortunately picked from you, Blaine.” He chuckled and remembered how Blaine would jump across the back of the couches, causing an uproar from Wes and the rest of the council. It was a pretty hilarious sight, but Kurt didn't really enjoy helping to clean off the furniture all afternoon.
As Blaine stumbled over his words, Kurt couldn't help but laugh. He actually heard a little squeak and maybe a snort that caused him to shut his mouth. He hated his laugh sometimes, people always made fun of him for it. ”Oh, I trust your judgment Blaine.” He recalled the very few times he had been at a store with Blaine. The boy did know what to wear, he knew how to match stuff up, but he just didn't seem to actually do it. ”You're just too lazy to actually be as fashionable as me.” He playfully punched Blaine in the shoulder a little awkwardly and smiled when Blaine linked his elbow with his. His face perked up at the comment about Starbucks. Kurt loved the Lima Bean, but sometimes it was nice to try a different place. He hadn't been to Starbucks in awhile and was suddenly craving a vanilla bean smoothie. Those were his favorites, and he didn't feel so bad about straying away from his diet every once in awhile.
”Yeah, Starbucks sounds nice.” He smiled and followed Blaine out of the store, already forgetting about the jacket. He fixed his gaze to search around and spot a sign. Ah, there it was. ”Looks like it's right down there...” He looked to Blaine as he pointed it out, but quickly put his hand down as he followed Blaine's gaze. He already found it. After looking back in the way they were headed, he noticed the Gap. Blaine seemed to speed up as they passed the store and Kurt muffled a laugh. He hated that place just as much as every other Warbler, but it was still funny to torment the Warbler about it. Poor Blaine.
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Post by BLAINE ANDERSON on Aug 15, 2011 5:14:54 GMT -6
“You’re just saying that.”
Blaine tilted his head slightly at the murmur, taken aback by his friend's sudden shyness. Kurt really was a perplexing combination of fantastic self-assurance and subtle insecurity. From what Blaine had gathered, he could pull himself out of a dumpster and walk to first period with his head held high…but he still seemed so self-conscious about the oddest things.
Was he flattering himself to think that the younger boy had flushed and lowered his eyes at the compliment because he had given it? And if the thought crossed his mind, did it necessarily mean that he wanted to be the only one who could do that to Kurt, wanted to make him just as deliciously nervous as he, himself, felt at the moment… He moistened his lips tensely, annoyed at himself. No, not necessarily…
The shift in Kurt’s expression from harmless embarrassment to more obvious discomfort worried him.
Had he touched a nerve? Maybe Kurt was thinking of the unwanted attention he’d received last year; maybe he’d fallen for someone and “charming and sweet” hadn’t done the trick; both of those ideas were disturbing, so maybe…
“Um.. actually..”
Actually what? “Hmm?” he prompted, restraining himself from reaching for the other boy’s hand to give it an encouraging squeeze. He was still preoccupied a moment later, even though his friend seemed to have returned to normal with the change of subject.
“Jumping on furniture is another habit I unfortunately picked from you, Blaine.”
He smirked slightly, imagining the always-dignified Kurt, who generally regarded such raucous displays with a disdainful eyebrow raise, gleefully jumping on furniture. He probably totally went home and did it when no one was looking. Actually, the mental image was kind of cute. Watching the other boy relax a bit was inevitably endearing and just as entertaining; if he’d only attempted “sexy” without thinking so much about it, Blaine was sure they would have nailed it within a matter of minutes. …Why had he used that particular expression? Why had it even occurred to him that “nailed” (in conjunction with Kurt, Kurt’s bedroom, and well-intentioned lessons on suggestive behavior) was a dangerous figure of speech? Being a teenage boy was incredibly frustrating sometimes.
“Well, don’t tell your parents that’s my fault; I’m pretty sure I already have two strikes,” he quipped, grinning.
He got along well enough with Kurt’s family. They were so close, so comfortable with each other—but somehow, they never made him feel like he was intruding. (Well, aside from that one time Kurt’s father had flatly told him he was.) He’d even worked up the courage to look Burt Hummel in the eye without wanting to sink into the ground, but he still got the feeling that the man was reserving judgment on him. To be fair, Blaine did have quite a bit to work against. It had been incredibly sweet of Kurt to let Blaine spend the night in his bed, but as he had told the other boy later, he really should have dumped him on the couch. The fact that he hadn’t woken up on the couch had been kind of confusing, actually…
“Mmm hmm. You look great in everything. That’s about as far as my judgment needs to go,” he agreed, then, anticipating another attempt to deflect the compliment, “And you can’t disagree; you’ve already told me you trust me.” The last part was a gentle, lighthearted attempt to cheer the other boy up, just in case he still needed cheering. (The tense moment just before they’d left the store had surfaced again in his mind.)
Brow slightly furrowed, he focused intently on Kurt’s face, searching for a trace of the earlier anxiety. “Hey, you okay?” he asked quietly, voice softened by concern. Half-seriously, he added, “Did I say something stupid? Because I’m working on that, I promise.” He gave the other boy a warm, reassuring smile, hoping he would return it. He just couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever was bothering Kurt was somehow his fault—which was utterly ridiculous given the number of serious problems Kurt had in his (largely non-Blaine-related) life. Really, he admonished himself. That’s conceited. Don’t you dare throw yourself a pity party. Not even a subconscious, unintentional one. God. He was the only person he knew who could overanalyze a situation enough to feel guilty about his guilt, a feeling he couldn’t help. The other half of his brain rallied indignantly. I’m not trying to be arrogant about my involvement in Kurt’s life. I just want to fix whatever it is because I…Well, anyone would.
Without really thinking about it, he reached around Kurt’s arm to search the front pocket of his jeans and ended up tugging the other boy a little bit closer. “Sorry.” Laughing, he disentangled their arms and opened his wallet with one hand as he reached out and pulled the glass door open with the other, leaning against it to hold it for the other boy. “So, what do you feel like? It’s on me.” He figured that paying for coffee was reasonable enough, as Kurt would definitely be spending more overall today than he would. [/color] (Word Count) 859. [/li][li][/color] (Notes) Yay! I finished a post in a reasonable amount of time! Also, it would seem my posts get very shippy when I watch too much Season 2 before posting. >.>[/li][/ul] |
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Post by KURT HUMMEL on Aug 17, 2011 19:35:46 GMT -6
,been black and blue before
• • • • there’s no need to explain <<
[/color] >>I am not the jaded kind, • • • •
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Kurt flushed a little and spoke ”Oh, nothing.” a little too quickly, finally making up his mind and deciding not to tell Blaine anything about his current relationship yet – unless directly asked. He stopped chewing on his lip and stood up a little taller, also brushing back some stray pieces of hair which were falling loosely onto his forehead. After rolling it around in his head for awhile, he actually didn't want to tell Blaine. Truthfully, he didn't know how he would answer and hoped he would be happy for Kurt... but there was still that little nagging feeling at his chest. What if Blaine wasn't happy about it? 'No,' Kurt decided to himself. 'He would've already spoken up.' He blinked a few times and shook out of his awkward state of just being... a little emotional for a bit.
”Oh, you know my parents love you being around. At least, I'm sure Mom does.. now, Dad may be another story. And I'm still mad at you for bringing up the...” He lowered his voice a little and said ”sex talk...” a little childishly. He didn't want to admit it, but he was still a little shy on the subject. Although he was glad he already spoke to his Dad about it (well, they didn't really speak about it at all. The brochures he glanced over for five minutes seemed to do the talking for them.) but would never forgive Blaine for bringing that talk on. It had to have been the most awkward conversation he had in his life, and he hoped to never face it again. Still, he felt a little bad for Blaine. Burt had told him what Blaine said a few days later. At first, he was angry. But then he realized what exactly Blaine was implying. Kurt was extremely lucky to have an accepting family... but did Blaine have one? He never really got a large glimpse into Blaine's past – besides the few stories which were swapped about bullying in school. He knew next to nothing about Blaine's family. After frowning for a moment at his thoughts, he rolled his eyes and bumped into Blaine playfully with his shoulder with his next comment. ”...You've already told me you trust me.” ”Yeah, yeah.” He flashed a crooked smile over to the shorter boy.
He suddenly felt a little bad for how guarded and timid he was acting earlier. Of course Blaine would think that it was his fault, when it wasn't. It wasn't anyone's fault – Kurt was just becoming nervous over something he didn't need to be nervous about. ”I'm fine! Really, I am.” He looked into Blaine's eyes for a moment, making sure that he didn't do anything wrong. Blaine's features were so easily read sometimes. ”You didn't – I was just thinking about something. No worries.” He frowned a little when Blaine said something about working on not saying stupid things. ”Believe me, you don't say stupid things. When you live with Finn, hardly anything you hear is stupid.” He attempted to lighten the mood a little and chuckled. Although, it was true. Finn did say some pretty odd stuff, sometimes Kurt just wanted to turn around and ask him how in the world he figured up some of the comments he did. Maybe if he would stop munching on those doritos most of the time.
Kurt looked over to Blaine and realized the saddened expression on his face. ”Are you okay?” He nudged him a bit with the elbow which was linked to Blaine's already, hoping that he hadn't said something stupid. When Blaine tugged Kurt closer, he couldn't help the slight blush creeping along his cheeks. He frowned when he saw Blaine's wallet. ”Blaine, you always pay. I think the next couple times it'll be my turn, alright?” He knew that trying to get Blaine to let him pay this time wouldn't work. When Blaine wanted to pay for his coffee, he did. Kurt gave up throwing a small fit every time because it was useless. Fighting with Blaine was like fighting with a brick wall. Kurt could talk all he wanted, but Blaine just stood his ground. ”Surprise me. I'll find us some seats.” He rolled his eyes and smiled, standing in the middle of the store awkwardly and staring at Blaine for a long moment. He finally detached his elbow and turned around, scanning the small space for an unoccupied table. He settled for an open booth in the back, but still not too far away from the cashier.
As he waited, his fingers tapped along the table and he looked out the window to the mall beside him, wondering what his year was going to be like. Hopefully not like the one before. Although it had a bunch of perks, he wasn't really hoping for another family crisis and crazy attack from a bully. Being the “prom queen” wasn't really high up on his list either.
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Post by BLAINE ANDERSON on Aug 21, 2011 8:01:39 GMT -6
 if i don't say this now, i will surely break[/SIZE][/color][/font] AS I'M LEAVING THE ONE I WANT TO TAKE
FORGIVE THE URGENCY BUT HURRY UP AND WAITmy heart has started to separate[/SIZE][/color][/font] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •[/color][/center] [/i] as he smoothed those few loose strands away from the other boy’s face. It occurred to him that this would have been alarmingly and unacceptably different from the way he’d touched Kurt’s hair fifteen minutes ago—and he either couldn’t fathom why or rebelled innately against considering it. He barely caught the words “sex talk,” but the flustered note in his friend’s voice made him smile and shake his head. As sweet as the ‘baby penguin’ aspect of Kurt’s personality was, Blaine hated to think that he was making the other boy uncomfortable. Okay, maybe talking to his dad had been totally out of line. Maybe it was too much. Maybe he really ought to have taken that opportunity to reevaluate why he was pushing the boundaries of merely 'looking out' for Kurt. He just didn’t want to think about his best friend going to college in a big city and getting wasted and letting some idiot drag him off somewhere without having at least an idea of what he was getting into, where he’d say ‘no’… …The image unsettled him in more ways than one. He’d also gathered that, whether he realized it or not, Kurt was the sort of person who felt secure when he was in control. In the long run, knowing what to expect would probably make him feel a lot better than going into sex completely unprepared and completely at the mercy of someone who most probably did know what he was doing. And maybe, just maybe, his first time could be with someone who cared about all that, cared about him... His own parents, while they usually stopped short of condemning him, couldn’t bring themselves to consider the idea that their son would one day be intimate with another man long enough to talk about it. He didn’t mind. He honestly preferred the bald, often crude, frankness of the internet to yet another reminder of how uncomfortable his sexuality made his family. “Come on…it can’t have been that bad,” he joked, nudging Kurt with gently with his elbow. “Because in the development of my many…brilliant ideas, I honestly considered having that conversation with you, myself.” He laughed sheepishly. Had he seriously just admitted that? Mouth filter, Blaine. Get one.“Because you have to admit, that would have been the world’s…most embarrassing…” He trailed off as he looked over at Kurt and caught his eye, momentarily forgetting what he’d been about to say. (That seemed to happen more and more often lately.) He bit his lip but was unable to stop a grin from spreading. “That would have been embarrassing,” he finished, finally, shaking his head a little to clear it. “Mostly for me--believe me.”“Are you okay?”“Just thinking,” he echoed with a crooked little smile. “I’ll stop if you will.” That promise wasn’t entirely sincere, of course. If he stopped thinking entirely, he’d do something impulsive, just by definition, and he had a nasty suspicion that ‘impulsive’ was more than likely to involve how incredibly blue the other boy’s eyes were (actually almost green, like the Pacific Ocean on the sort of day when the sun forced you to lower your eyes but the breeze cooled your cheeks to a prominent flush anyway). And when you lowered your eyes, there was that mouth, and this was precisely why he'd told himself never to let amateurishly poetic comparisons run away from him... “Come on, Kurt, forgive me, please?” he mock-pouted, pulling the focus back to their previous discussion, which, oddly enough, had been far less awkward. They’d come to a stop, but Kurt hadn’t pulled away yet. The appropriate number of seconds for casual mutual detachment had slipped discreetly past him, and now he was painfully aware that the next thing he did would probably Mean Something. He didn’t move, and it was probably some sort of cosmic metaphor. “Surprise me. I'll find us some seats.”He opened his mouth to protest and then shut it again as he consciously prevented himself from sprinting after Kurt. Seriously—what was he so afraid of? It was just coffee. Getting the wrong thing would not result in the immediate termination of their friendship. So why had his anxiety levels shot up higher than they had the first time he’d taken the SAT? Why did this feel like a test? For a moment, he just watched Kurt walk away, watched Kurt walk away in his damn sweater and the subtle way his hips moved, the air still quivering because his voice had coasted over one of those perfect notes, and don’t you dare, Blaine Anderson. Don’t even think about thinking that right now.“Your boyfriend’s cute.” He blinked at the barista in shock, taking a second to confirm that the nonchalant remark had indeed been addressed to him. “Not my boyfriend,” he tossed off glibly, automatically, almost under his breath. Given the sheer number of times he’d said it, it really should have sounded more convincing. If only he could have pulled off a smooth “Yeah. I know. Isn’t he?”, flashed a million dollar smile, and made sure to wrap his arm around Kurt’s waist on the way out just to be annoying. “Really?” There was an animated note in the guy’s voice that hadn’t been there before. Blaine glanced rather sharply away from the overhead menu and, consequently, made an effort to drag his best polite smile onto his face. He managed a bland, close-lipped one with definite shades of ‘not amused.’ “Okay,” the boy (who was probably around twenty and therefore far, far too old to look over at Kurt like that) added, smirking knowingly as he raised his hands in an obvious gesture of surrender. “I’ll back off.”Blaine opened his mouth to retort and ended up pursing his lips and shoving his hands into his pockets, rocking absently back and forth as he perused the list of selections like it was Joyce or Kafka. He paid in silence, heart still beating entirely too fast, and the barista raised his eyebrow as if to say, “You’re buying him coffee without a specific order; who do you think you’re kidding?”, and he suddenly felt overwhelmingly ‘high school.’ He watched the progress of Kurt’s fingers along the table as he made his way across the shop. It seemed he was already lost in thought again. They’d both have their work cut out for them combating those bouts of contemplation. “Light Caffè Vanilla Frappuccino,” he murmured, bumping Kurt’s hand with the drink. “And I…” He set down the second cup before perching on the other side of the booth. “have your usual so we can switch if you want to.” He couldn’t help but flash the other boy a smile that may have been slightly reminiscent of a puppy hoping for approval. He leaned forward conspiratorially. “I think that guy wants your number, by the way.”But please don’t give it to him, because he was totally checking you out when he thought you and I were dating. Who does that? Seriously. And he’s taller than me.“Hey, do you mind if I get some dress shirts and ties? I could use your help.” He took a sip of coffee and winced immediately. The Lima Bean was apparently unique in providing caffeinated beverages at drinkable temperatures. He probably would have gotten something cold, but the idea of having a reliable back-up plan had been far too appealing.[/blockquote][/SIZE][/ul] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/color][/center] oh, oh, be my baby [/SIZE][/color][/font] WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS TO LEAVE OR TAKE
WHAT'S MINE IS YOURS TO MAKE YOUR OWNi'll look after you[/SIZE][/color][/font][/center] word count. 1,266
lyrics. Look After You//The Fray
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Post by KURT HUMMEL on Aug 21, 2011 22:05:18 GMT -6
,been black and blue before
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Kurt rolled his eyes and nudged Blaine back. ”Oh, it was very bad. He brought brochure, Blaine. Detailed brochures, and he asks me if I read through them on a weekly basis.” He grimaced and tried to forget about exactly how much information was given in those things. And the pictures, too. He shuddered a little. He almost choked on the air he was breathing at Blaine's next comment. ”You are not serious, right? Gaga, what were you even going to say?” He honestly wondered how Blaine expected to pull off a conversation like that. He knew he was blushing like crazy at the moment, his cheeks were heated up and he tilted his head down a little. The conversation was getting so embarrassing, he was fidgeting a little nervously with his hands, but almost couldn't suppress the laugh. Blaine Anderson, the boy he had a crush on, the boy who constantly helped him out, was going to give him the sex talk? Wow. There was no way that would end well. In fact, it would probably end in so much embarrassment, he would probably avoid Blaine. He frowned at the thought.
”Hmm?” He kept his gaze trained on Blaine's hazel eyes. He couldn't help but to look around, biting his lip as he glanced down to Blaine's. His eyes quickly darted back to Blaine'seyes and he nodded in agreement. ”Yes, that would've been embarrassing. For me too.” He raised his eyebrows, trying to see a conversation about sex with Blaine. Hopefully that would never happen. He felt he already knew enough, and he didn't really want to be informed further if he could help it.
”Deal. And I forgive you, Blaine. You'll just have to suffer through an equal embarrassment of sorts... when I figure something out.” He snickered and stuck his tongue out. ”Maybe I'll throw all of your hair gel out.” Blaine seemed to love his precious hair gel, considering the amount he used on a daily basis. Kurt thought he looked good with it, but he had seen Blaine's hair free once and preferred it.
As he sat in the booth and thought, his gaze carried up to the counter where Blaine was ordering. He was frowning a little at the man behind the counter. Kurt wondered why, but quickly shook away the thought as Blaine walked back with their drinks. ”Thanks,” He spoke, still a little surprised that Blaine knew his coffee order. They had gone to the Lima bean together countless times, but every time Blaine handed him his coffee, he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. He took a sip of the cold drink, surprised at how amazing it taste. ”This is amazing.” He looked up to Blaine, who seemed to have burnt his tongue on his coffee. ”Wait, what? My.. number? Kurt looked up to the guy with wide eyes and kind of sat further back into the booth until Blaine was blocking his view. It kind of creeped him out, although he was flattered that someone would actually want his number. That hardly ever happened, since there were hardly any gay people in Ohio, and on top of that, most were deep in the closet. He glanced around Blaine to look at the guy once more. He was occupied with taking somebodies order, but Kurt saw the little sideways glance and the wink. He flashed back over to his original posture and took a long sip of his drink, pretending like he had forgotten about the guy altogether.
He realized as Blaine winced a bit after taking a sip. ”Is it really that hot?” He asked, hoping Blaine didn't burn his tongue too badly. That was always a horrible feeling to have in your mouth. ”Want to try mine?” he blurted out, scooting his drink across the table. I-I mean, it's cold-you know you can't resist it – especially with my slobber all over the straw.” He laughed and sat back in his seat, wondering what he should buy this time around. ”Of course. We're going to be here for at least a few hours, we'll have plenty of time to go into every store at least twice.” He grinned and propped his elbow up on the table, gazing over to Blaine. He didn't understand how Blaine could just look so... well, perfect. The hair, that smile... although his outfit choices weren't exactly up to Kurt's standards, he had to admit that Blaine was actually really cute. He hated to admit it, but he would probably never be able to shake the crush which had developed in such a short time. He remembered that first time they met on the stairwell at Dalton. He remembered every expression on etched on Blaine's face while singing Teenage Dream better than Perry herself. He couldn't stand himself for it, though. Why did Blaine do this to him?
He realized he had been staring at Blaine for quite some time and snapped out of it, blinking a few times and sitting up a little straighter. ”So, are you excited about another year at Dalton? I miss those guys terribly sometimes. Sharing a room with Reed was amazing.” He frowned, remembering the fun times he had with the crazy accident-prone boy. It was always a blast to flip through magazines and steal some pieces out of Reed's wardrobe. Nevertheless, he was happy to be back with his friends at McKinley. ”How are Reed and Shane, by the way?” He asked. Kurt didn't talk to Reed as much as he would like. They went to the mall on occasion, or talked on the phone... but with school starting back up, he hadn't really had the chance to speak with him.
”And I'm assuming everyone has missed my cookies? I'll have to bake a batch to send along with you. I mean, next time you come over. You should come for dinner one day, you know?” Kurt closed his mouth to keep from rambling on about having Blaine over. Carole had been asking where the Warbler was in the past few weeks. He was usually hanging out with Kurt at least once a week at the house, but had been busy for a few weeks and then gone on his vacation. Kurt wouldn't admit it, but he really missed the time they shared. Blaine was the person he could really bond with. He loved the time they had, and honestly didn't know what he would do without him.
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