|The Time Blaine Saw A Video of Kurt Singing
Author: Cori-Ackles PM
This is a series of Klaine one-shots telling the stages of Kurt and Blaine's relationship via Blaine watching videos of Kurt performing. Some highlights may include Four Minutes, Jump, etc. Who knew Kurt was so versatile? My attempt at humour... KLAINE!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Humor - Blaine A. & Kurt H. - Chapters: 6 - Words: 19,830 - Reviews: 140 - Favs: 199 - Follows: 300 - Updated: 09-25-11 - Published: 04-06-11 - id: 6884108
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AN: Hello all my fellow Klaine lovers! This is my first attempt at a purposefully humorous fic, so forgive any epic failage that might occur! I tried, I really did! I like the idea of Blaine learning about Kurt through videos of older songs, so this is going to be a continuous flow of one-shots that depict stages of Kurt and Blaine's relationship according to what Blaine is learning via old Glee vids! Let me know what you think! Here we go...
The first time Blaine Anderson saw a video of Kurt Hummel singing, he hardly knew the younger teen. They had only met days before, when Kurt had snuck into the Academy. It had been glaringly obvious that the boy was trying to be stealthy, pretending to be a new student, and Blaine figured that he was from an enemy Glee club. Despite knowing that Kurt was probably trying to steal their set list, Blaine let the performance go on as scheduled, because there was something about this double agent that sparked his interest.
When they took him out for coffee afterwards, Kurt had admitted to believing that they were going to beat him up. This signalled to Blaine that he was currently bullied at his school, and was more than likely to curl up into a ball if provoked. When he started to cry, Blaine assumed him to be fragile, like a porcelain doll. His soft speaking voice inclined to Blaine that though he might have a lovely voice, it would be nothing to brag about. His shy behaviour led Blaine to believe that Kurt was a soft-spoken young man. He would never have guessed the real truth, not unless Wes and David had shown him that video.
"Hey, Blaine!" Wes grinned, barging into Blaine's room with David in tow. "How's our favourite spy today?" Blaine sighed, looking up from his textbooks. Skipping most of the day's classes was really not smart when one attended Dalton Academy. The workload was rough, and missing one day felt almost as though he had missed a week. The memory of the gratitude in Kurt's eyes, however, made it so that he did not regret it one bit. He would skip again in a heartbeat.
"Have you ever heard of knocking?" Blaine asked sarcastically, arching an eyebrow. David grinned and made himself comfortable on Blaine's bed, while Wes cocked his head innocently.
"Knocking? What is this tomfoolery you speak of?" his eyes fluttered, as though he was trying to appear as innocent as humanly possible. Blaine just rolled his eyes, looking back to his English homework. Sanderson would kill him if he wasn't finished this essay by tomorrow.
"Seriously! We know you were with Agent Adorable! Why else would you consider sneaking off all day?" David pried, leaning so far forward that it looked like he might fall off the bed. Blaine shot him a glare and threw an eraser at his head.
"Tut tut, Mr Anderson!" Wes scolded, "You know we don't approve of projectile erasers here at Dalton Academy." Blaine's teeth ground together in an attempt to keep himself calm.
"What do you want? I have a lot of homework to do."
"Because..." David trailed off, eyebrows wiggling.
"Because I visited Kurt. Happy now?" Blaine asked, exasperated. Wes grinned at the confession.
"Not!" David interrupted. "Seriously, man! Details! It had better be good since I liked to Sanderson for you! You owe me!" Blaine groaned at this, but closed his textbook. He had been friends with Wes and David for a long time, and if there was one thing he knew, it was that they could be stubbornly persistent when they wanted to be. It was one of their many infuriating qualities that made Blaine question why he even bothered hanging out with them.
"He called me yesterday..." Blaine trailed off, trying to leave out as much as possible. He was pretty certain that Kurt wouldn't want him spilling the details of Karofsky's closet case to the two biggest gossips in Dalton.
"He was having some trouble with a bully, so I went down to McKinley and helped him confront the bully." There. That was simple enough, right? Not too much detail, but enough to get Wes and David off of his back hopefully. David was about to command more details, he could see it in his eyes, but Wes smacked a hand over David's mouth, clearly thinking hard.
"McKinley?" he echoed, eyebrows furrowing. Blaine nodded.
"William McKinley High. It's where Kurt goes." Wes was no longer listening, and was mumbling quietly to himself. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence, but Blaine was glad that for once Wes didn't have his gavel on him. When he thought to himself, he actually pounded the gavel on the desk to bring order to his thoughts. They seriously needed to have an intervention...
"WMHS?" he finally mumbled loud enough for his friends to hear. Blaine looked to David for an explanation, but David looked just as perplexed as he.
"Wes...you alright?" David asked, poking Wes' arm. After another moment's delay, Wes's face lit up.
"WMHS!" He repeated exultantly, reaching for Blaine's laptop. The instant he had the search browser up, he was typing furiously, his eyes scanning the webpages before him.
"What are you doing?" Blaine questioned, seriously doubting his friend's sanity. Wes' gaze shot to David.
"Remember when Kathy and Rachel tried to make us watch those cheerleading videos of other teams?" Kathy was Wes' girlfriend, and Rachel was David's, who grinned in response.
"Hot girls with big chests in mini skirts...how could I forget?" Blaine made an exaggerated gagging noise.
"Gay in the room," he reminded them pointedly, getting only an exasperated look in reply.
"But what does that have to do with anything?" David continued, looking as lost as Blaine felt.
"Remember the group that sang?" David's eyebrows furrowed, but then shot to his hairline.
"Holy crap!" David exclaimed, his eyes going wider than Blaine was sure was even possible. This interaction only made him more confused. Wes, taking pity on their poor out-of-the loop friend, decided to explain further.
"The girls wanted to check out their competition, William McKinley was in the competition!" he turned the laptop towards Blaine, who was now waiting with an expectant look on his face.
"Are you using Kurt's attendance at this school to try and get me into your idea of manly bonding?" he asked sarcastically, but David just shouldered him.
"We watched this and one other video of William McKinley High, and I'm telling you, you want to see this," clearly David was now understanding, as he was bouncing on his knees, staring single-mindedly at the laptop screen. Frowning, Blaine also focused on the screen.
It started out as he would assume any other cheerleading video would. Trumpets blasting and a big brass band pumping out some music. Soon, however, he recognized the tune.
"Is this Four Minutes?" he asked confusedly, "Because really, that song should not be done by cheerleaders. I mean, there is no way that they can do Madonna justice-" he cut himself off when a fairly large black girl came into the shot, not wearing a short mini skirt. It wasn't her that made his mind go blank. It was what she was singing into the headset.
Hey, uh, come on! Kurt Hummel!
"What is this?" Blaine choked out, staring wide-eyed at the screen when a familiar, but admittedly younger, figure came onto the screen. He sauntered up next to the black girl, and then he opened mouth.
Oh god, he opened his mouth.
Come on girl
I've been waiting for somebody
To pick up my stroll. Uh!
Blaine was certain he'd just died. How had that come out of Kurt Hummel's mouth? It was so... confident! Realizing that he had zoned out, he ignored the sound of the girl's voice and focused on the dancing that Kurt was partaking in. It was strange, seeing a boy he had seen as so innocent and helpless dancing around in a cheerleading uniform like that.
I want somebody to speed it up for me
Then take it down slow!
There's enough room for both!
They continued singing, harmonizing and dancing around, dancing for all they were worth. It had to be the most downright attractive thing Blaine had ever seen. Ever.
If you want it
You already got it
If you thought it
It better be what you want!
Kurt grinned at the camera then, the look in his face could only be described as a 'come hither' expression.
Time is waiting
We only got four minutes to save the world
Grab a boy
Grab a girl
Time is waiting
We only got four minutes to save the world
We only got four minutes, uh four minutes!
Keep it up, keep it up, don't be a pri-hey!
You gotta get 'em all, hot
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
That's right keep it up, keep it up, don't be a pri- hey!
You gotta get 'em all hot!
Tick tock tick tock tick tock!
No one said anything for a moment, all shocked to see that their little spy was so confident. Finally, David spoke.
"Well, I think it's safe to say that Agent Adorable's name needs to be changed." He stated as though it were a scientific fact.
"I also think it's safe to say that kid has talent!" Wes exclaimed, jumping up. "Can you imagine having a countertenor on the Warblers? That would be... I don't even know! Amazing! This guy is fabulous! Did you have any idea that he could sing like that Blaine?" there was silence. "Blaine?"
Blaine was currently still staring in shock at the computer, as though willing it to work again. Kurt. Kurt Hummel. Was a cheerleader. Who sang Madonna in a sexy voice. Does not compute!
"Blaine?" Wes started waving his hand in front of Blaine's face, making him jump in surprise.
"Huh? Wha?" He blinked a few times to focus on his friends who were clearly trying not to laugh.
"Earth to Blaine! Where did you go there?" Wes wiggled his eyebrows. "Kurt land?"
"Dude, and we thought he had a crush before!" David snorted, busting into peals of laughter. Red faced, Blaine shoved a pillow at him, successfully knocking him off-balance and sending him tumbling to the floor. This only seemed to make David laugh harder, as he began to quite literally roll on the floor with laughter.
"I knew I recognized him vaguely from somewhere," Wes grinned, "Though I didn't expect it would have that kind of an impact on you!" Blaine shot him a dirty look.
"I was...surprised is all," he tried to play it off, but Wes snorted.
"Surprised? Sure. And my name's Kurt Hummel," At this, David was sent into another fit of laughter. Wes grinned, and then stood up, sticking out a hip and giving Blaine the sexiest look he could muster. "Blaine, be my Teenage Dream," he cooed, trying to raise his voice to sound something like Kurt's. Blaine jumped up.
"That's it! Both of you, out!" David scrambled back onto the bed.
"Wait, wait! Just, wait!" he started clicking on Blaine's laptop.
"What are you doing now?" Blaine demanded, trying to grab for his laptop.
"Just saving it into your favourites! Figured you'd want to look at it later," he grinned, "And I figured you'd wanna see this one too." The video clip that was up had the title William McKinley High Takes Championship. "See ya, bro!" with that, the two friends scurried out of Blaine's room, their laughter echoing down the halls. Groaning, Blaine sat down on the bed and eyed the computer warily. Did he really want to know? The image of Kurt singing and the sound of his perfect voice echoed in his mind. Yes, yes he did really want to know. Before he could lose his nerve, Blaine clicked play on the video. With surprise, he noted that it was fourteen and a half minutes long.
Kurt walked out onto a stage, behind him the entire cheerleading squad, minus his duet partner from before. He smiled brightly into the camera, and then the most angelic sound Blaine had ever heard emerged from his mouth. He was dumbstruck. Fourteen and a half minutes of Kurt singing a Celine Dion medley. In French. Yes, David was definitely right. He did want to see this one too. Not that he'd ever mention that to his friends.
The sound of their laughter all the way down the hallway made him realize that he didn't have to tell them. They knew, and they would never let up on teasing him.
AN: So there you have it. The first chapter, Four Minutes. What other videos do you think I should do? Please review and tell me if you liked it, or even if you found my attempt at humor horrible. Justin Timberlake = Love. Young Kurt = Love. Shellshocked Blaine = Love. Reviews = MASSIVE LOVE + next chapter! :D I think you all got the hint!