Word Count: 6,001/189,000
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After Kurt was rejected from NYADA, we were dying to find out what happened next. We couldn't wait for the September premiere. Here is our take of what happened from the letter opening and beyond.
Author's Note: Happy Tuesday everyone! Welcome to Chapter 10. This is a very fluffy chapter, as well as the next one. Don’t worry though, the angst will be back, and then some! Again we just want to thank you for your support. This story was just going to be a couple chapter prequel and evolved into what you see here. Also I should announce that we are going on a one week hiatus next week (Aug 27-Sept 1). I have minor surgery so won’t be able to sit up for several days.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After Kurt was rejected from NYADA, we were dying to find out what happened next. We couldn't wait for the September premiere. Here is our take of what happened from the letter opening and beyond.
Author's Note: Happy Tuesday everyone! Welcome to Chapter 10. This is a very fluffy chapter, as well as the next one. Don’t worry though, the angst will be back, and then some! Again we just want to thank you for your support. This story was just going to be a couple chapter prequel and evolved into what you see here. Also I should announce that we are going on a one week hiatus next week (Aug 27-Sept 1). I have minor surgery so won’t be able to sit up for several days.
Disclaimers:
Neither AlignedStars nor KurtsieKalanai own Glee. If we did, Blaine would have
been the same year as Kurt. Second, we don’t own the songs in the fic. We do
use songs like the show but they fit into the story. Songs will be linked at
the end of chapter. Third, this is AU so things do not work EXACTLY like canon.
We try to stick to canon the best we can, however. Characters may be OOC, but
there are reasons why.
Thanks: As usual, the wonderful Wayne Kotke for being
an awesome beta and Gleekast. Also I (KK) want to thank the best co-author in
the world AlignedStars! And last but not least, all our awesome readers! And
since I don’t have a clever feedback plea, I am just going to ask for feedback.
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When Blaine woke up the next morning, he felt trapped. Not
trapped like caught-in-a-bad-situation trapped, but trapped as in stuck-in-a-place-he-couldn’t-get-out-of
trapped. It briefly worried him as he wasn’t sure which was worse. Once he was
fully awake, Blaine figured out the cause of his entrapment. Kurt and Rachel
had their arms and legs wrapped around him.
He raised his head and looked over to Kurt’s purple Bedazzled
alarm clock. Amazingly, it hadn’t been thrown out with so many of his other
things. The display glowed 10:54 am.
“Great, just great,” Blaine moaned about his predicament as
he dropped his head back on the pillow. Usually, he was an early riser, but the
trio had been up talking and gossiping late into the night. Right before the
break of dawn, they had crossed over into zombie mode, barely able to function
from a good-conversation high, and everything anyone said became hilariously
funny. All three had eventually crashed
into a deep sleep. Blaine guessed he passed out from sheer exhaustion first
because he couldn’t remember Kurt or Rachel falling asleep before him. A good
sleep-in, to turn the kids back into human boys and girl, was an absolute
must!
Blaine tried to gently untangle himself from the knot of
arms and legs but only succeeded in waking up Kurt, who immediately shut his
eyes and dozed back to sleep. “Kurt, wake up, Kuurrt,” Blaine lightly teased
into Kurt’s ear. When Kurt didn’t
respond, Blaine started to scoot down the center of the bed to freedom.
“Mmmm…Blainers, don’t go. You’re so comfy,” Kurt murmured,
still half asleep. Blaine grinned, thinking back to the night before when
Rachel called him Blainers. It’s not that he minded the nickname of course, but
it was so unlike Kurt. Rachel, thinking her favorite teddy bear was falling to
the floor, hugged Blaine tighter and snuggled in, and a few seconds later
started talking in her sleep about “not signing autographs please.”
“Babe, it’s almost lunchtime!” Blaine said quietly into
Kurt’s ear so he wouldn’t wake Rachel. “Let me get up and get a shower, and you
can sleep a little longer.”
Kurt swatted lightly at his ear. Blaine fought back the urge
to give Kurt a wet-willie. Nope, he was losing that battle. Blaine licked his
finger and was about to give Kurt’s ear a wakeup call when Kurt murmured, “Mmmkay.”
Kurt untangled himself from Blaine before Blaine could complete his generous
ear cleaning service to Kurt.
“Curses, foiled again,” Blaine thought as he gently moved
Rachel’s arms and legs off of himself and slid down to the end of the bed,
allowing Kurt to collapse back into blissful slumber. Rachel, realizing she was
missing a warm body, wrapped her arm and leg around Kurt. Within seconds they
were asleep again.
Once he got out of bed, Blaine looked at the two best
friends with a smile. All of a sudden he had an evil thought and grabbed his
phone to take a picture. “Some truly hilarious
blackmail material stuff,” Blaine thought gleefully to himself. He was so
in the prankster mood this morning. Blaine had learned well from his Dalton mischief-making
masters. After a very brief moment of internal conflict, he uploaded the
picture to his Facebook with the caption “Bosom Buddies.” He knew he would catch
hell about it from his Rachel and Kurt later, but it was just so adorable!
Payback for the popcorn he was still pulling out of his pants.
Blaine put his phone on the table as he chuckled, “Mischief
managed.” He was such a Potterhead!!
Blaine grabbed his robe and a clean towel from the linen
closet, and he was about to go into the bathroom to shower when he heard
singing coming from downstairs. He left his stuff on the counter and made his
way down into the kitchen where he found Carole pulling out pots and pans and
bowls to make breakfast for everyone. She had the radio on and was singing
along. Her voice was really very pretty. She looked over to Blaine and smiled
as she sang:
“Good morning starshine, the earth says
hello
You twinkle above us, we twinkle below
Good morning starshine, you lead us along
My love and me
As we sing our
Early morning singing song.”
You twinkle above us, we twinkle below
Good morning starshine, you lead us along
My love and me
As we sing our
Early morning singing song.”
Blaine loved this song! Sure, it was an oldie, but it was
so much fun to sing! He started singing, or should we say butchering, the
chorus enthusiastically:
“Blippy blop bloopy
Nibby Nobby Nooby
Nibby Nobby Nooby
Wa ha ha ho ho
Hooby Booby Mama
Flippy dooby wawa
Early Morning sing song.”
Carole side-eyed her young friend. He was completely
destroying the lyrics, but since he looked so happy doing it, she just let him
go. He was dancing around the room, singing into a ladle. She laughed and
joined Blaine in the last chorus.
“Good morning starshine, the earth says
hello
You twinkle above us, we twinkle below
Good morning starshine, you lead us along
My love and me
As we sing our
Early morning singing song.”
You twinkle above us, we twinkle below
Good morning starshine, you lead us along
My love and me
As we sing our
Early morning singing song.”
“Hello, dear. Did you sleep well?” she asked as she walked
over to Blaine and gave him a hug. He nodded. She touched his messy curls and
said, “That is some wild hair you have there, Blaine. Oh look, a piece of
popcorn!” She pulled out a piece and showed it to Blaine.
Blaine wasn’t fazed a bit. Rolling his eyes, he said, “You’d
be surprised where I might find popcorn on me today.” He put his hand to his hair and discovered
that it was sticking up and all over the place and a few more pieces of broken
popcorn pieces stuck to his hand. He felt slightly embarrassed. He was used to
not leaving his room without a pound of hair gel. He chuckled and said, “Heh,
this is me right out of bed. Let’s hope you never have to see this again.”
“Oh, don’t be silly,” giggled Carole. “I think it’s very
cute.” She pointed to the coffee pot.
“Coffee is fresh if you want some. I was just about to start breakfast.”
Blaine kissed Carole on the cheek. “You, my lady, are a
goddess,” he exclaimed as he poured himself a mug of coffee. He always felt a
kinship with Carole, and she always encouraged Blaine to talk openly with her.
She was truly the mother he wished he had.
After prepping his coffee, he sat at the kitchen table.
Carole poured her own mug and joined him. “So it seems you have had a pretty
hard couple days, Blaine,” she said and grabbed his hand. “Can I apologize
again for not being here? I know there’s only so much you can handle. Thank you
for being strong for Kurt.”
Blaine smiled sadly but was secretly pleased! Carole noticed
how hard he was trying. Going back into therapy mode and hoping he sounded very
mature, he replied, “Carole, please stop blaming yourself. I don’t think you
could have ever imagined this happening. I think the shock is still wearing off
on me, personally.”
“So what happened?” she asked seriously. “And I don’t mean
Finn’s drama queen version. What really happened?”
Blaine spent the next several minutes explaining everything
that happened from the last two days. He told her about the NYADA letter; the
worrying about missing Kurt; the New Directions emergency meeting; the run-in
at Scandals, although he glossed over some details; the mall; the fight with
Rachel and the aftermath. Carole’s eyes got wider and wider as the story
progressed. The entire time, she held Blaine’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze
every time it looked like he was going to get upset.
When he was done, she whistled and said, “That’s not like
Kurt at all! What do you think happened with him?”
Blaine shook his head slowly and in his best grown-up voice explained,
“I’m still trying to figure that out myself. I just think the past finally
caught up with him. He didn’t deal with his emotions properly, and it all piled
up on top of him. The only way to clear it up was to explode.”
Carole looked at Blaine with surprise. This was a very smart
and serious young man. Kurt did well to find someone like him. “Blaine, that’s
very insightful. You’re very mature for only 17.”
“YES!” Blaine
cheered inside. Carole was treating him like an adult. He loved this woman!
Outwardly, Blaine blushed and said, “Nah, not really smart. Just lots and lots
of negative experiences.” It was obvious, to Carole, he was trying to brush off
the compliment. This was about Kurt, not him, after all.
Carole put down her coffee mug and gently grabbed his arms.
“Blaine, don’t you dare sell yourself short like that.” she scolded. “You are a
very bright young man, and we’re all very lucky to have you in our lives. I
think you saved Kurt’s life last year when he was having issues with David. We
owe you a hell of a lot.”
Blaine’s gaze softened at the mention of his boyfriend. “You
know, I would do anything for Kurt, Carole. I love your son so much. I hope you
know that. I would never hurt him, at least not intentionally. And I think
maybe he saved my life,” he said,
smiling sadly. He could never tell the Hudson-Hummels how very close to the
truth that was.
Carole stood up and brought Blaine into a tight hug.
“Blaine, you’re family now,” she said. “You’re welcome here anytime.”
“Carole, can I talk to you about something?” Blaine asked.
He was about to tell Carole everything about his less-than-ideal home life when
he was interrupted with the front door opening. Finn came in, carrying an
envelope. He had a very serious look on his face until he saw Carole and
Blaine, then it instantly changed to an obviously fake smile.
“Hey, Mom.” Finn said, hugging his mother. “Blaine, dude,
you need to stand a little closer to the comb next time,” he said, ruffling
Blaine’s messy hair further. Blaine pushed Finn’s arm away but smiled back.
Finn moved close to his friend and whispered, “Hey, man, can I talk to you for
a sec? It was about what we talked about last night.”
Carole looked at the two boys curiously, but she knew it was
best stay out of their private business.
“Oh, of course!” said Blaine, caught off guard. “Let’s go
out back. I can finish my coffee out there.” He turned to Carole. “We can talk
later. When I’m done talking to Finn, I’ll help you make breakfast.”
Carole gave a motherly smile. She put Blaine’s coffee mug in
his hand and said sweetly, “So polite! I love my boys.”
Blaine beamed and followed Finn out to the backyard. Blaine
grabbed a seat in a patio chair on the porch. Finn handed the envelope his was
carrying to Blaine, picked up a chair and flipped it over and showed Blaine
some nail holes in the bottom of the legs. “There’s a funny story behind this.
I’ll tell you about it someday,” Finn shared. Finn turned the chair right side
up again and took back the envelope. Finn’s serious look returned, and he looked
Blaine over deciding he could be trusted as long as it wasn’t a music set list
or something glee-related.
Blaine tried not to squirm in his seat. Sometimes Finn made
him nervous and he wasn’t sure if he was in trouble with his big friend. Finn
looked at the envelope again and pushed it back towards Blaine.
Blaine took it and glanced back at Finn. Finn pointed to the
envelope and said, “Go on. Open it and look at the stuff inside.”
Blaine recognized it as a recruitment packet. His father had
made him look at something very similar, except it was for military schools.
Finn explained, “After I calmed Puck down, I crashed at his
house for the night. Early this morning I got up and went to see the recruiters
again. They’re really interested in pursuing the application process. They gave
me all this stuff to look over, and someone is going to call me later in the week.”
Blaine looked in the envelope and murmured, “Um….wow.” This was
moving forward faster than Blaine imagined. Usually Finn moved a lot slower, almost
aimlessly at times.
“I mean, I haven’t made any decisions yet or anything. I
need to talk to my family about it, and Rachel needs to know, too. I feel like
I’m being pulled in so many directions and I’m just confused. It sucks…” Finn
said and put his head in his hands.
Blaine gave the envelope back to Finn and advised, “Finn,
ultimately the decision rests on you. No one can make this decision for you.
We’re all here to give advice, but you need to decide.”
Finn sighed. Blaine wondered if Finn simply wanted someone
to tell him what to do. However, Blaine knew if he outright told Finn to join
the army and something went wrong, Blaine would receive all the blame. Blaine
had figured out the blame game a long time ago. Cooper was a master teacher.
“But you are right,” Blaine continued. “You need to talk to
your family and, most importantly, Rachel. If this is something that you really
want to do, I’m sure they’ll be supportive. If it’s any consolation, you have
my support.”
“There, that was a
good compromise,” Blaine thought.
Finn raised his head and gave a crooked smile. “Thanks, man!
At least I have one person in my corner.”
“Just don’t ask me to join with you. I’m a pacifist. Except
for the Dalton Fight Club, but there were reasons for it. I joined so I
wouldn’t murder anyone. Well, a certain someone, anyway,” said Blaine
offhandedly.
“Dude…what?” asked Finn, confused. He was discovering that
Blaine had so many more layers than he expected.
“Nevermind,” said Blaine quickly. He had to be careful. He
was starting to let things slip. “Don’t
let down your guard, Blaine,” he warned himself. There were things he didn’t want anyone to
know about, at least not yet. Kurt didn’t even know. Blaine stood up and said,
“Let’s go in. Your mom is making breakfast, and I promised I would help. Let me
know if you want to talk about this some more,” he said as he pointed to the
envelope.
“Okay,” Finn replied. “Do you know where Rachel is?”
“She’s still sleeping with Kurt. I mean in Kurt’s bed,” said
a red-faced Blaine.
Finn looked surprised and then mildly amused. Poor Blaine,
he was clearly flustered!
Changing the subject quickly, an embarrassed Blaine asked,
“So what’s wrong with Puck? Everything figured out now?”
Finn stopped and looked at Blaine with wide eyes. “Oh wow,
dude. Get this! Puck just found out he has a half-brother named Jake. How
messed up is that?”
Blaine looked at Finn with surprise. “That IS messed up! And
he had no idea?” he exclaimed.
“Nope,” Finn responded, shaking his head emphatically. “He
just showed up at the door yesterday afternoon with no explanation. After
talking to Jake for several hours, Puck called me and he was wasted. Puck, that
is. Not Jake. That’s when I went over last night.”
Blaine shook his head and didn’t say anything as they
returned to the kitchen. It seemed that they weren’t the only ones from New
Directions dealing with major changes.
***************
Tina and Mike were enjoying a rare parent-free night at her
home. It was as good a time as ever to get intimate. But Mike was fretting over
the lack of a condom, so instead of letting things come to a screeching halt,
Tina concocted a little white lie. “I didn’t want to tell you this before, but
I’m on the pill now,” she told Mike confidently.
“Really? That’s awesome. Why didn’t you tell me?” Mike
questioned her. It really simplified things for him, err, he meant them.
“I wanted to wait until I had completed a full cycle to be
sure they were fully in my system. Don’t want any little Cohen-Chang-Changs in
9 months, do we?” Tina assured him. It
was a fib of course but what Mike didn’t know could keep her near to him. Tina
smiled to herself. This was going to be a good night after all.
Santana and Brittany had spent the night at Santana’s house.
Santana was frustrated with Brittany. She had hoped to discuss their future
together, and Brittany didn’t seem to get it. Santana wasn’t going to stay in
Lima. She had debated between college and New York and had come down on the
side of college.
Meanwhile, Brittany went on and on about Perdue.
“Brittany, the Perdue that you are interested in isn’t a
college. It’s a place where they process chickens,” Santana tried to gently
explain.
“I’d get to work with chickens? That would be wonderful! I’m
going to teach them to dance. I could help them stay thin so they could have
long, healthy lives. You know it’s the overeating that kills them off so
young,” Brittany leaned in and shared with Santana. “It’s a conspiracy.”
Santana rolled her eyes. Brittany didn’t get it. She tried
to break the news to her as carefully as possible. “Brittany, Perdue isn’t a
place where you would get to work with live chickens. It’s where they go to…”
and Santana struggled to find the right word to use with her, “end their days
and then they package them up for the grocery store.”
“OH MY GOD, NO! Like
a concentration camp for chickens?” a shocked Brittany yelled. She slapped her
hand over her mouth, horrified. In her wildest dreams she never thought she
could inadvertently be a part of something so horrible.
Santana was floored. Brittany knew what a concentration camp
was? Oh right! She had been in Mrs. Hagberg’s revisionist history classroom.
She patted Brittany on the hand and told her, “Which is why, Brit, I want you
to stay in high school another year and learn to write with a pencil. You’re needed
to save those chickens. But you can’t help them unless you’re a high school
graduate.”
Brittany nodded her head in agreement. She would go back to
school and graduate. She had a new cause now, a purpose in life, and her heart
was beating hard with excitement.
To escape all the drama over at Finn and Kurt’s house, Sam
spent the night over at Rory’s host home. The two boys shared their plans to go
back home. Sam was going home for the summer. He missed his mom and dad and
little brother and sister. He knew Rory was missing his family, too. Then he
figured Rory would be coming back in the fall, so he was surprised to find out
that Rory was planning on going home for good. It bothered Sam that Rory
wouldn’t tell him why. But he couldn’t find the right words to ask him to
explain it. Sam would have to accept it for what it was.
Joe was having a great night at Vacation Bible School
training. He had met a girl, and the two of them hit it off really well. She had the loveliest voice and the prettiest
smile he had ever seen. The two of them shared a duet of “Noah’s Ark” to teach
it to the rest of the volunteers, and it was magic.
“Shame
she is homeschooled,” he thought. ”She
would have been a lovely addition to the choir room.”
As for the rest of the kids, Quinn and Mercedes were both at
home mentally packing for their new future. Mercedes was leaving very soon, and
she was dealing with last-minute preparations. She had found a roommate. The
contracts were signed, and she would be in the recording studio before she knew
it! She was so excited to be leaving Lima, and Mercedes had no intentions of
ever looking back. Quinn, on the other hand, wasn’t so sure. Yes, she was going
to Yale, and yes, she looked forward to leaving, but a small part of her wanted
to come back to Lima to settle down and raise a family.
Sugar was fretting over the news of Rory going back to
Ireland. She made the decision to take charge. She called Artie to see what he
was doing. “After all, he was a good
second choice,” she thought. Artie was a bit surprised to hear from Sugar,
but after she confirmed Rory was leaving for good (as was currently making the rounds
through the rumor mill) he thought, “Why
not?” The two talked for over an hour about this and that, nothing
specific. When Artie looked back at the conversation later that night, he
couldn’t remember them talking about anything important at all.
**********
Kurt woke up feeling fuzzy and groggy. He felt arms and legs
encircling him. In his sleep induced stupor he thought, “Must be Blaine,” so he pulled him for a nice good morning kiss on
the lips. “Hey love,” he whispered.
“Mmmm” was the reply he got.
Wait, that didn’t sound right. That didn’t feel right,
either! Whoever this was felt soft, and
there was long and straight hair instead of short and curly. And there were
curves where there really shouldn’t be. Kurt tentatively put out his hand and
felt a face. This face had distinctly feminine features and the nose was way
too big to be Blaine’s.
“Oh, shit!” Kurt said to himself and opened his eyes. He was
almost face to face with Rachel. All of a sudden she opened her eyes.
“Aaaarrrghhhh!!!!!” screamed Kurt. A split second later,
Rachel screeched, “Eeeeeeeee!!!”
Kurt detangled himself from Rachel and his blankets and scooted
to the edge of the bed, horrified. “What happened? Where’s Blaine? You? Me?
What? Did we get drunk?” he stammered. His mind wasn’t cleared yet, and jumped
to the worst possible conclusion.
Rachel sat up, and covered herself with the blanket, even
though she was fully clothed in her pink jammies. “Drunk? No, I don’t think so,
Kurt. We just stayed up really late talking. Did you just kiss me?” she asked
as she looked horrified at Kurt.
Kurt shook his head. “Wasn’t me,” he insisted, trying to
look all wide-eyed innocent.
Rachel looked around the room asking, “But where’s Blaine?
Maybe he kissed me. I could swear he was here with us!” Not seeing him on top of the bed she decided
to check under the bed to be sure. Rachel was a little off balance as well as a
bit groggy from waking up. She misjudged the distance to the floor and slowly
fell of the edge when she tried looking under the bed.
Kurt tried not to laugh. It was like watching something in
slow-motion. Rachel’s butt went up in the air and disappeared over the side,
her journey ending with a loud thump. After a bit of a delay, he heard her say,
“Ouch?”
Kurt looked over the bed to see if she was okay. Rachel
looked up at him and in all seriousness stated, “Nope, no Blaine under here.”
Kurt leaned over the side and was offering a hand to help
Rachel up off the floor when she accidently pulled him down face first. “Owweeee,” Kurt yelled as he hit the floor
with the second loud thump to emit from the room. Kurt suffered a face plant. The
bottom half of his body was still on top of the bed, and he hung precariously
over the edge.
Kurt started complaining, “That’s the second time in less
than 24 hours you’ve hurt me. First the back of my head, now the front. Not
nice, Rachel Berry!”
And that was how Blaine found them a few seconds later after
he ran upstairs to check where those two loud screams and two loud thumps came
from.
Finn had followed Blaine up the stairs and upon looking in
the room, began to laugh hysterically.
Blaine gave out an explosive sigh and slumped against the
door, relieved no one was hurt, at least not seriously.
“Jeez, Kurt. Way to give us a heart attack!” admonished
Blaine. Kurt shot a dirty look up to him, and Blaine realized that it might
have been a poor choice of words. Considering what Burt went through last year,
Blaine revised himself and said, “I mean you scared the crap out of me. What
happened?”
Kurt looked over to Rachel and back up to Blaine, his arms
waving frantically. His mind still wasn’t quite awake and he was starting to
freak out. He rolled himself off the bed and on to floor with yet another large
thump barely missing Rachel in the process. Kurt picked himself up off the
floor and ran over to Blaine, grabbed him by the arms, and said hysterically,
“Blaine, please tell me nothing happened last night! Please say all we did was
talk? I can’t remember anything. Rachel thinks I KISSED her!” He started to
hyperventilate. Finn just looked at the scene in shock and amusement.
Blaine gently held Kurt’s face and found no new bump
forming. “Babe… you need to calm down. Breathe in...” Kurt took a deep breath.
“And out…” Kurt slowly exhaled. Blaine got him to do deep breathing for a
minute then sat him down at the end of the bed. He kneeled in front of his
boyfriend and asked, “Now what is this all about?”
Kurt responded, “Well, when I woke up I opened my eyes and I
was holding Rachel, and you weren’t there and I guess I just panicked. My mind
is racing, and I can’t remember what happened last night.”
“You have to admit, what just happened was pretty funny, and
yes, you kissed me,” interjected Rachel from the floor, who had figured out
what was going on a few seconds before.
Kurt’s eyes grew wider than anyone thought possible. “That
was a mistake! I thought you were Blaine!” he yelled, defending himself. Finn
just laughed harder and had to excuse himself to take a quick bathroom break.
Rachel twirled her finger at Kurt and teased him by saying,
“You tried to rock my world, Kurt Hummel!”
Kurt gave Rachel one of his looks and turned to Blaine for
comfort. Blaine, trying desperately to
hold in a laugh, said, “Nothing happened last night, Kurt. We just stayed up
too late talking and catching up. You’re just suffering from sleep deprivation,
that’s all.”
“So nothing happened?” asked Kurt quietly.
Blaine put his hand on the side of Kurt’s face. “Nothing
happened,” he assured kindly. He couldn’t do it, holding in the laugh was just
making him hurt. He let out a loud laugh and Kurt gave him the same look he
just gave Rachel.
Blaine stood up, pulling Kurt up with him. “Why don’t you
get cleaned up. I’m helping Carole with breakfast,” he said to his boyfriend.
Kurt nodded and grabbed his shower stuff, but not before giving Blaine a kiss.
As he left the room, he said over his shoulder, “I require pancakes. And bacon,
lots and lots of bacon.”
Blaine dramatically put his hand over his heart and said
with a fake theatrical flair, “Be still my heart. My man wants bacon.”
Kurt just rolled his eyes with a smile and left the room.
The other three returned to the kitchen. They spent several minutes talking,
cooking and laughing with Carole when Kurt came into the kitchen. Blaine gave
one look and did a double take.
Either Kurt bought several copies of the same outfit, or
Carole did his laundry that morning, because he was wearing the same outfit he had
worn to Scandals two days ago. The bandana around his spiky hair, the black
ribbed tank top, and black pocketed pants all looked the same. He even had the
black makeup, bracelets, and Crocs to complete the ensemble. If it was at all
possible, he looked even more attractive today than he did that night at the
bar. Maybe it was because the stress around him was much less palpable.
Finn and Rachel just looked at each other knowingly. Kurt
strode to the counter and grabbed a piece of bacon. After taking a big bite he
smiled and walked over to Carole.
“Same outfit twice in one week, Kurt? That’s so unlike you!”
Blaine commented.
“It’s different!” Kurt said. “See the stitching on the jean
legs and pocket? The pattern is not the same. These jeans are river washed,
too. Different style dye job altogether. Also, the top is charcoal not basic black.
Honestly, Blaine, I thought I taught you better.”
He turned to Carole. “Hi Mom,” he said in his low voice and
gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Great bacon.”
Blaine sighed in frustration. He thought they had made a
breakthrough last night concerning Kurt’s voice and attitude. But it seemed
like Kurt was back to the way he was before the fight with Rachel. Well, he did
tell Kurt that he was going to revert. He just wasn’t expecting it to happen so
soon.
“Hi Kurt,” said
Carole with amusement. “That outfit is…umm…interesting? Do you have a cold,
dear?” She looked at Blaine and he looked back and gave a small shrug.
“No, why do you ask?” Kurt replied, oblivious. “And thanks
for the compliment. These clothes are simple and way easier to maintain.
Although from now on I may make my own. These are subpar,” he said, gently
pulling at the fabric of his tank top. He looked at them working in the
kitchen. “Need any help?” he asked.
“I think Blaine and I have it under control,” said Carole.
“Why don’t you go watch TV or something?”
“Suit yourself,” shrugged Kurt. He looked over to Finn.
“Hey, Finn, why don’t you bring down that game box thingie and show me how to
blow myself up. Blaine seemed to enjoy it.” Although Kurt wasn’t doing it on
purpose, he unintentionally zinged his boyfriend.
Finn looked at Kurt in shock, and then started laughing
uproariously. Blaine was cutting fresh fruit and let out a choking sound, then
blushed a deep red. Kurt looked at them, wondering what he said wrong. He
really wanted to learn how to play the game, and he thought the goal of said
game was to blow oneself up. At least that is what Blaine said to him the day
before in the park!
“Kurt, you are so hilarious,” said Finn sarcastically, took
his brother in a headlock, and started dragging him towards the door.
“Finn, for the love of god, watch the hair! Don’t be an
asshole!” Kurt yelled, struggling to get free.
Carole called out, “Language, Kurt!”
“Sorry!” Kurt apologized.
“I don’t think so Kurt,” Finn informed.
Thinking back at that incredibly tacky disco week that Will
forced the New Directions to endure, Kurt remembered a line from Saturday Night Fever. “Would you just
watch the hair? You know, I work on my hair for like two minutes, and you hit
it,” Kurt quoted then tried to look up at Blaine. “He hits my hair!” He added while
stomping on Finn’s foot.
Blaine smiled. That sounded like the Kurt he loved so much.
Kind of.
Finn came back into the kitchen in obvious distress. “MOM,
MOM!” he cried out. “Kurt stepped on my foot!” Carole picked up a hot mitt and threw
it at Finn, hitting him square in the chest.
“Now get out of here, you big tattletale!” Carole responded.
“Or I’ll take this wooden spoon to you!” Blaine flinched at Carole’s words but
nobody noticed.
Finn skedaddled out of the kitchen as fast he could. Rachel
just giggled, and Blaine tried to cover up his flinch by joining in.
After they left, Rachel pretended to be offended. “Such a
potty mouth!” she said, putting her left hand on her chest.
“You weren’t much better last night, Rach,” said Blaine
almost under his breath.
“Excuse me?” she asked politely as she didn’t hear him.
“Nothing,” said Blaine and snickered.
Carole started putting the cut fruit in the bowl and said to
Blaine, “I see what you were talking about there. That’s quite a drastic change.”
Rachel stood up and moved over to where the other two stood.
“I personally think it’s just a phase Kurt needs to get through. I’m sure he
will be back to normal in no time!” she said confidently.
Blaine turned around to face them. “Guys, I’m not too sure
about that. I mean, the real Kurt is in there, deep inside, but I think he’s a
little bit lost. Actually, no, I think he’s a lot lost. I think we’re in for a
long, hard road.”
Rachel let out a gasp and said quickly, so the words kind of
flowed together. “It’s so simple! Kurt feels lost and he needs to find himself.
I know EXACTLY what Kurt needs. He needs his friends. Heneedsnooderections.” As
she spoke, she got more excited and high pitched. She started pacing the room,
talking to herself faster and faster.
Blaine looked at her, trying to figure out what she was
saying. Then he looked at Carole and asked, “Did she just say he needs nude
erections? ‘Cause that is more than a little inappropriate.” Carole just
laughed and continued prepping the breakfast. Blaine could be so funny
sometimes!
Rachel stopped mid-sentence and stared at Blaine, horrified.
“Blaine! That is NOT what I said! You are a dirty, disgusting human being! What
I did say was that Kurt needs the New Directions. He needs his friends!” She
put her finger on her lips thoughtfully and added, “Although I can see how one
could get confused. Maybe I should talk to Mr. Schue and ask him to change the
name to avoid further confusion.”
“I’m not sure how good of an idea that is,” Blaine said,
feeling uneasy about the idea. Kurt needed a little more time adjusting to
things.
“Of course it is! The last thing we need is my old show
choir’s name being made fun of, especially when I am a famous Broadway
actress!” said Rachel proudly, having no idea what Blaine was actually talking
about.
Blaine sighed heavily. “Not that, Rachel! I’m talking about
calling in the gang. I think Kurt just needs some space for a little bit.”
Rachel ignored him and put her hands on her hips and
exclaimed. “Nonsense, Blainers!” That got a snicker from Carole. “I think that
is exactly what he needs. I will use Finn’s computer to set up something for
later today. Carole, do you mind if we have a gathering of friends tonight?”
“Of course not, dear. Finn can fire up the BBQ and we can
get you some tofu burgers. Would that be okay?” Carole asked.
“That would be PERFECT!” Rachel squealed and left the
kitchen to use Finn’s computer to invite her friends over.
After Rachel left the kitchen, Carole grinned over to Blaine
and asked, “Blainers?”
“Don’t ask,” mumbled Blaine then turned to Carole. “Are you
sure this is a good idea? I just see bad things happening.”
“Blaine, when Rachel gets something in her head, it’s just
about impossible to change her mind. The wedding is a good example,” Carole
said as if it was a matter of fact. “Let’s just see what happens. She does have
a point, though. Kurt could use his friends. They all knew what he went
through.”
“I guess,” said Blaine, shrugging. “Well, mother knows best,
after all.”
“And don’t you forget it,” said Carole, giving Blaine a warm
smile. She pulled him in for a one-arm hug. “Let’s finish this breakfast so we
can start shopping for the party tonight.”
**********
A/N
Complete directions on how to give a proper Wet-willie can be found here
http://www.wikihow.com/Give-a-Wet-Willie. Also the patio furniture line is a
throwback to the very first episode! Do you know what it is? Let us know in
feedback! Song is “Good Morning Starshine” from the musical Hair. Next chapter: How Kurt kicks Finn’s
ass.
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