Author's Note: My first ever fan fiction and it is KLAINE! This story is MA with its angst, fluff, romance and M/M loving. The title comes from Secondhand Serenade's song, "Hear Me Now," which gave me the idea for this story and I feel fits Kurt perfectly in this AU-ish verse. I'm basically trying to keep him as much "Kurt" as I can, but of course he has some tweaks because of the whole selective mute thing. This was just a plot bunny that would not go away until I wrote it out so let's see if it gets us anywhere! All mistakes are my own because I have no beta. Oops!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of it's character's. I'm not affiliated with anybody nor will I make any profit from this story. I own absolutely nothing and am just humoring my own insanity. Everything belongs to Ryan Murphy, Glee, Fox and anyone else that has patent over Glee and it's characters. I don't know or own the actors that portray these characters. Everything belongs to Ryan Murphy, Glee, Fox and anyone else that has patent over Glee and it's characters. I don't own Secondhand Serenade or have any affiliation with them. Hope I covered everything I don't own!
~C.
(Chapter 1)
Kurt's eyes darted around the pristine staircase; gaze roaming over the bustling students.
The hell is going on? He thought.
Carefully removing his dark shades, Kurt touched the shoulder of the first person his hand came into contact with. When the head of the dark haired boy turned to stare up at him with questioning hazel eyes, his throat felt tight. Hi… he thought. Good thing Kurt wasn't really one for talking, though if he were, his words would have died out once those soft eyes locked with his.
"Hey, my name's Blaine." He held out his hand, which Kurt took to shake.
Blaine.
"Was there something I could help you with? Are you a new student?" Blaine gave him a radiant smile.
Kurt felt himself swooning already. Dammit, please say something for once! He looks nice! Kurt opened and closed his mouth a couple times. Trying to figure out how to start. Why? What could he say? Would he even say anything?
Blaine turned his head around, looking as if he was in a hurry. Oh! He was probably rushing off like the rest of the Dalton boys. He had somewhere to be…and Kurt was holding him up. He wilted, realizing he was inconveniencing the other boy. Why on earth did he listen to Puck in the first place?
Turning back around Blaine gave him a smaller, sympathetic smile. "Hey sorry, I wasn't trying to brush you off. It's just…the Warblers! They like to give impromptu concerts in the commons. They're like rock-stars!" He leaned in a bit closer, like he was telling him a special secret. "Tends to shut the school down." Blaine straightened back up, much to Kurt's disappointment. "Anyways, I know all this must seem pretty confusing to someone new, right?" He gave a Kurt a knowing look.
Kurt nodded. Right! He thinks I'm a transfer student.
"I'll be able to show you around better after this circus is done. Wouldn't want you to get trampled on your first day! Not cool!"
Funny, he's funny.
Kurt's face reddened a bit when the shorter boy took his hand. It was warm, a bit calloused, and made his paler, cooler hand tingle slightly. "Come on, I know a shortcut." Then he winked, winked!
Keeping up pace and running with Blaine into the nearly deserted, back hallway was almost like a dream. He looked up at the alabaster ceiling and the historical paintings on the Dalton Academy walls. Then his eyes slid over to Blaine, who had a small smile on his lips as his eyes zeroed in on his determined location. Sensing the eyes on him, Blaine shifted his gaze over till both sets of eyes locked. He didn't even seem phased by Kurt's staring. He just gave Kurt a reassuring smile before cocking his head towards the approaching entryway.
Why aren't other boys nicer like you?
Kurt took in the room full of boys, some in blazers and others in sweaters. Oh wow, I stick out like a sore thumb. Fiddling with his jacket, not a Dalton one mind you, he bit his bottom lip nervously.
"Next time, don't forget your jacket new kid." Blaine chuckled warmly as he smoothed out the lapel on the obviously non-uniform jacket. Now's your chance. Say something!
"K-Kurt…" Blaine tilted his head when he heard the almost inaudible whisper. "M-my name's…Kurt." The other boy's eyes seemed to brighten; the smile spreading across his face was enough to reassure Kurt that his statement was an accepted one.
"Well Kurt, if you'll excuse me." Blaine handed his satchel off to someone and stepped back into the fold of neatly lined up Dalton boys.
The boys in blazers started to hum a very familiar tune.
What is he…?
You think I'm pretty without any make-up on
You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down
Oh, no he is not!
Before you met me, I was alright
But things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life
Now every February you'll be my valentine, valentine
Oh my God, he so is!
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever
Wow, he has an amazing voice.
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
Was he pointing at me?
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
Nah.
My heart stops when you look at me
It sure does.
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back
We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach
Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets
I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece
I'm complete
Correction. Dreamy voice.
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
Wish I had the courage to sing like that.
My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back
I'm a get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Oh my sweet grilled cheesus.
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Why did he look at ME when he sang that?
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back
I'm a get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Kurt couldn't help but smile and shake his head through the rest of the song. Blaine was so happy and carefree. It was an anomaly to see someone like that, especially someone in a Glee Club. The rest of the Dalton boys fist pumped, danced minutely, and genuinely enjoyed the Warbler's small concert. Kurt was in awe about it. After the performance they all clapped enthusiastically, Kurt maybe more so, and went up to the Warblers to tell them how awesome they were.
Kurt was just happy staying back and waiting while he watched Blaine look modest as he received compliments. His eyes slid towards Kurt after a few short minutes of humoring his "fans." He talked briefly with two other Warblers before pointing Kurt out to them. The three shared a small chuckle before the other two nodded in what seemed like agreement. Excusing himself politely, Blaine made his way back over to Kurt.
"I hope we gave you a worthy performance. We weren't expecting anyone to spy on us today." Even with that said, Blaine still had that cheeky smile on his face. Panicking slightly Kurt looked back to see the other two boys rolling their eyes good-heartedly.
So they knew.
The jig is up and they knew all knew.
Well…shit.
A/N: Ha! What did you think? Continue? Yes? No? Review, PM, Alert to let me know please!
~C.