A/N: Bon Jour! Long time no read, correct? My computer crashed three times and was attacked by viruses. I had to pay to have it fixed. I didnt have the abiliy to use it for weeks. In short, my computer has not been working with me and although that is not an excuse, it's what happened.
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"And that was the Spanish classroom." Kurt said as he gestured to one of the doors on our right.
Kurt was giving me a tour of his old school, McKinley High. Why are we even at McKinley you ask? Well, Kurt and I heard that New Directions was throwing a benefit concert to help raise money for their trip to Regionals in New York. So he and I decided to come and support his old glee club.
I can tell that he misses his old friends. As close as he is with Wes, and David, and the other Warblers, I can tell he's not really…happy.
"'Course you know the choir room." Kurt continued gesturing to our left this time.
We were slowing our pace when Brittany was rolling Artie toward us.
"Hey guys," Brittany chimed. "You better get in the auditorium. The show's about to start."
"It's gonna be a full house, y'all. Better get there early to get a good seat." Artie said while he and Brittany passed us.
"We'll be there in a minute." Kurt said. He and I turned to face them walking into the choir room. "I'm just showing Blaine around."
Before disappearing into the choir room with Brittany, Artie said, "Thanks for coming and supporting us, guys, it's really cool."
Kurt's face had transformed from being bubbly with glee to longing.
"Aww," I said with a smile. "You miss them."
"What the hell are you two doin' here?" A voice from behind stated.
We turned around to see none other than one David Karofsky.
"We're here for the benefit." Kurt started. He seemed a bit uneasy. "Don't tell me you're going-"
Karofsky cut Kurt off sourly. "I wouldn't be caught dead. I was pumpin' iron in the gym when one of the guys told me you two were here spreading your fairy dust all over the place-"
"Would you just give it up?" I spat back. I had had enough of this guy.
Santana peered out of the choir room and stood in between me and Kurt.
"You can live whatever lie you want," I continued. "But don't go thinking that the three of us don't know what is really going on."
"You don't know squat, butt-boy." Karofsky shouted back.
That's when I lost it, well most of it. I pushed David. It was light; I didn't want to start a huge fight.
Dave pushed me back and we were just getting started when Santana got in the middle of us and yelled,
"Hey, no! Guys! Stop!"
Santana managed to spread us apart.
"Real brave with your fists, but you're a coward when it comes to the truth." Kurt noted.
Santana was confused.
"The truth about what?" She questioned.
"It's none of your business, Jay Lo." Karofsky barked at Santana.
That insult must've hit a nerve or something inside Santana to make her say,
"First of all, anything you do became my business when you decided to toss the slushy up in my grill."
Karofsky objected by saying,
"I think I can take a couple of queers and a girl."
Santana laughed. "Okay," she moved closer to him as she spoke. "Here's what's gonna go down. You have two choices. You stay here and I crack one of your nuts, right or left, that's your choice. Or you walk away and live to be a douche bag another day. Oh, and also, I have razor blades hidden in my hair. Mhm. Tons. Just all up in there." She circled around her head for emphasis.
Karofsky groaned and turned to exit the hall.
"Mhm." Santana turned to us.
"We could have handled that." I defended mine and Kurt's honor.
"It was more fun doing it together." Santana smiled at us. Her phone beeped aloud as she opened it only to say, "Oh, crap."
Santana stormed away and left Kurt and me alone in the hallway.
"C'mon, Babe. Seems like it's Showtime." I said combining his hand with mine.
We walked into the auditorium to sit in the front row of the second section.
The first performer of the night was…Tina? At least that's what I think Kurt said her name was. She walked downstage dragging the microphone behind her. I didn't recognize what song she was singing, but then again, that wasn't what I was paying attention to.
The four other people in the audience with me and Kurt were hecklers. They were yelling at Tina during her performance! I just wanted to shove socks in their mouths and seal them with duck tape! And I was 99.9 repeating percent sure that the short blonde said 'Kiss my ass!' Poor Tina was so mortified she ran off stage crying!
Luckily, Quinn, I was pretty sure her name was Quinn, passed out boxes of taffy to the hecklers to shut them up while saying,
"And remember, vote for Finn and Quinn for prom King and Queen!"
Next up was Mike; I was able to pay attention to this performance.
About halfway through…Mike started dancing…with a mop. I honestly didn't really know what to make of it.
When it was over, Kurt and I jumped out of our seats.
"Woo! Woo!" Kurt hollered while I shouted,
"Bravo! Woo! Yeah!"
There were only two more performances until intermission: Finn and Quinn's duet and The Justin Bieber Experience. Finn and Quinn sang "Lay All Your Love on Me" from Mamma Mia which was a little…strange. It didn't seem like a song they would sing together. Don't get me wrong; they sounded great. It was just…unexpected; out of character. The Justin Bieber Experience, which included Sam, Puck, Mike, and Artie, also performed "Somebody to Love".
Kurt grabbed my hand and pulled me out of my seat.
"C'mon. We're still not done with our tour. You still have some places to see!"
Kurt dragged me out of the auditorium and started heading toward the football field.
"Kurt, I've been here, remember? We came to see the Titans in the Super Bowl!"
"I know that! That's not why I brought you here! We need to hurry if we're gonna make it back in time!"
"Then why are we here?"
Kurt brought us to the middle of the field.
"Did I ever tell you how I was on the football team?"
I was shocked. Kurt plus football!
"Impossible. No. Way." I was flabbergasted.
"Possible. And believe it. If you don't just ask Finn. He set up the audit-tryout. Or Puck, Mike, Artie, Mercedes, my father…the whole Glee Club."
"What did you play? Why? Do you have any videos of the game?" I wanted details and I wanted them now.
"Calm down, Blaine! I was the kicker; number three. The charm." He winked at me and continued, "No, there are no videos of me playing, but if you ask my father I'm sure he'd love to tell you about it."
"Can you tell me?" I started to pout. "Pretty, pretty please?"
He smirked at me. "Alright. If you insist."
"Yay! I do."
"So as embarrassing this is, I was dancing with Brittany and Tina in my bedroom…in a unitard."
Blaine. Anderson. Stop it with the undapper thoughts! Oh my God! Kurt in a unitard! Holy…stop it! Not. Now, Blaine! I was yelling at myself inside. I couldn't imagine Kurt in a freaking unitard without it leading to inappropriate thoughts.
"And to top it off we were dancing to "Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)" by Beyonce."
Oh my fucking God! Think of something not sexy, Blaine! Um…boobs! Boobs, boobs, boobs. Ehh…not much better. Holy shit, Kurt in a unitard.Fuck my life!
"Oh my God," I somewhat moaned. I don't think he noticed. "Continue."
"So anyway, we were dancing and then…my dad came downstairs and paused the music. I hadn't noticed him until then. He was…puzzled…
"'Dad…you're home early…' I said a little breathlessly.
"'Deadliest Catch is on.' My father spoke and moved toward us. He looked at my outfit and asked, 'What are you wearing?'
"'It's a unitard. Guys wear them to, uh…workout nowadays. Do sports… They leak sweat from the body.'
"He then tugged at the collar that was around my upper chest and realized just how tight it was."
Kurt! I thought. That did not help me! Oh, fuck! Why are you so sexy?
Kurt went on to say,
"Tina helped me out by stuttering 'football'. I quickly covered it up by saying how 'All the guys in football wear 'em. They're 'jock sheik'.'
"Then Brittany had to say that I was on the football team and that I was the kicker. I told my dad that her and Tina were just helping me with some conditioning work.
"He actually bought it and told my how he used to play in JC before he 'busted up his knee popping wheelies on his dirt-bike.' And I had to tell him that Tina was my girlfriend because he asked if I was dating one of them. I said I wasn't ready to be exclusive just yet." Kurt laughed and sighed. "The real issue was the fact that he wanted me to be sure I got him a ticket to my first game. I was really excited because he wanted to see me play! But then I came to the realization that I was not on the football team. That's when I forced Finn to get the coach to let me tryout."
"Well, you obviously made it. Didn't you?"
"I did. But I used the "Single Ladies" music to help me kick a field goal. I said that as long as I'm able to have my music, I'll be the kicker."
I smirked as I questioned,
"Could you…um, maybe…show me a little of the "Single Ladies" dance. …I've always wanted to learn…"
"Now that I know is a lie, Mr. Anderson. And…no. We have a benefit to go to!"
"Aww!" I begged. "Please! Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty please!"
"No, Blaine! Not right now!"
"Fine, then promise me you'll dance for me sometime?"
"Blaine."
I began to pout.
"Ugh! I promise. Now let's go! We're going to be late!"
After intermission, there was still the bald man in the pink in the audience. He was bouncing in his chair when Kurt and I were passing him. He was saying,
"Where is everybody? Let's get on with it!"
"You're a really horrible person, ya know that?" I told the man.
Kurt tried to hush me when the man continued,
"You sound like my court-appointed therapist."
We sat down to listen to Kurt's old substitute teacher, Holly Holiday? She was really good. She sang 'Turning Tables' by Adele.
"Love this song." Kurt whispered to me.
Love this boy in the seat next to me. I thought as I took his hand.
The final performance of the night was by one of the only people from New Directions I know, Ms. Mercedes Jones. We've gone out as a group on several lovely occasions. She was singing "'Ain't No Way".
I was completely in awe. She sounded amazing. How could she be this fantastic at singing and not get a solo at Sectionals or Regionals? Or even tell me about it!
I could tell Kurt was enjoying the performance, too. He loves Mercedes with all his heart. They're best friends.
We moved down from our original seat to sit with the rest of New Directions in the first few rows.
Absolutely every single person stood in applause at the end of the number. Even the horrible bald man.
Unfortunately, the benefit was over and we were forced to say our goodbyes to New Directions and I was forced to drive Kurt back home before I return to Dalton. We managed to convince Finn to let me drive Kurt home instead of Kurt just going with him. It wasn't very easy, but this way we got to spend a few more minutes together.
We walked to my car and I opened the door for Kurt as usual.
"You know," Kurt started, "they said that chivalry was lost, but I think they didn't know about you when they said that."
I smiled and ran around to the driver's seat.
In what seemed like seconds later we arrived at Kurt's house. I took his hand and led him to the door. We paused there and looked in each other's eyes.
"Well," Kurt sighed. "I guess this means I have to go."
I nodded. "I would kiss you right now but I have a feeling your family if not at least your father is watching us. I don't know how they'd react seeing us kiss."
"Do it. They need to get used to it." He smiled.
"…Are you sure? I don't want to upset-"
"If you don't then I will. Make your choice."
I grinned and cupped his cheek. "It would be an honor to kiss you."
He blushed. "My pleasure."
I leaned in slowly and he met me halfway. It was only seconds until Burt started to flash the porch lights, signaling for us to break the kiss.
I pulled away reluctantly.
He sighed, "Call me. Maybe we could go to the movies, or maybe the mall?"
"Sounds perfect. How's Sunday?"
"Lovely. See you then. Pick you up?"
"Nope. I might as well pick you up so you don't have to make the long drive."
"Ugh, fine. You spoil me, Mr. Anderson. Too much." Kurt pecked my lips once more.
"Well, I know of a way you can make it up to me…" A grin grew on my face. Kurt looked at me questioningly. "Dance for me." I winked at him and he blushed. God I love it when I make him blush.
Burt flickered the lights yet again.
"I'll see you on Sunday at noon?" I wondered.
"Noon." Kurt clarified.
"Bye, Kurt." I gave him a small smile.
"Bye, Blaine."
We turned away from each other and I hopped into my car as he disappeared through the front door.
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