(A/N: SORRY GUYS, I lost motivation for Camping. I lost that, plus use of my laptop, which has crashed once more. I'm not sure what to do. Unless I can fix it, I don't think I'll end up finishing that. I'll try. Maybe. I don't know.
Anyway, this one-shot is what my head!canon says happened last night. Or something. Inspired by someone else on Tumblr.
Even with the WIPs I have, I've never written from Blaine's POV before. Or first-person in general, for that matter. Oops. Here we go!)
"So, you gonna help me out here?" I asked with a smirk.
"Anything to get me to stop reading about Charlemagne," Kurt replied eagerly.
I felt myself smile as I stood up, closing his book. "Very good, then." I walked over to the music player, and turned it on.
And very good it was. Kurt led off the song just as he should have, and I almost didn't keep up with the music because I couldn't stop watching him. His mannerisms, his facial expressions, his voice—everything was perfect and beautiful. Of course, I didn't plan on telling him that. I knew that the feelings I had been gaining for him would not be returned. The kid seemed too... too perfect for me. But that didn't stop me from wanting to be with him so badly.
At some points in the song, I tried to get close to him. My mind said not to, but my body was trying to get me to just try and kiss him. I wanted to fill that space, but Kurt wasn't letting that happen. He always moved away with a playful sparkle in his eye. I had no way of knowing whether he was doing that obliviously, or just being a tease. But I didn't like it.
It was at that thought that I wish I hadn't had the musicians cut out the line about delicious lips. At the time it seemed like a good idea; I had to sing the song with a girl and that would just be awkward, with no chemistry at all. But now I regretted it deeply.
By the end of the song, the two of us were just silly. I invited to sit on the couch next to me at the last "Baby, it's cold outside!" and he did. We plopped down together, laughing.
Kurt looked over to me. "I think you're ready," he told me in a joking manner.
I glanced up at the clock on the wall for an instant, realizing with regret that I was late. I had to go do schoolwork, and Kurt had his studying to do. I smiled at him, and stood up.
"Well, for the record, you are much better than that girl's gonna be." I took in Kurt's expression quickly—it looked like a "yuck, having to sing a love song with a girl" mixed with an "oh, how I wish I could be singing that with you", though I didn't allow myself to believe that—and walked out.
As I was leaving, I passed a man that seemed vaguely familiar. I remembered Kurt pointing him out to me at Sectionals. The man, whose name I couldn't remember, was the Glee club director at McKinley. Why he was there, I wasn't sure, but I wasn't going to question it.
I knew what I was about to do was wrong. I knew it was silly. But I couldn't resist it. If Kurt caught me, he'd probably slap me or something. But, nonetheless, I leaned against the door that I had just exited, eavesdropping. I was too curious as to what they were going to say.
"Mr. Schuester," I heard Kurt say, a laugh in his voice.
"Good to see you, Kurt," The two were laughing together, and it sounded like they were hugging.
At the same time, I saw Wes coming up the hallway towards me. He looked like he was going to say something, so I immediately pressed my index finger to my lips, signaling him to shut up. I pointed towards the room. Wes peeked in and nodded.
"Someone special?" the man in the room asked with a tone of voice that I couldn't quite identify.
I gasped silently, and Wes was smirking.
"No, just a friend," I heard Kurt reply. I felt my chest drop, but what more was I expecting? Wes over-exaggerated a pout, and I punched him in the arm.
"But, on the upside," Kurt continued, as I felt my eyes widening, and I was holding my breath, "I'm in love with him, and he's actually gay. I call that progress."
Wes instinctively put his hand over my mouth, and it was a good thing, too, because I would have screamed if he hadn't.
Mr. Schuester and Kurt's conversation took a different turn that I wasn't nearly as interested in, so I grabbed Wes by the jacket and pulled him away, as quickly as I could be while still being silent. When we were a good distance away, Wes burst out laughing.
"In love with you, huh?"
I felt like my face was going to burst, because I was smiling so big.
"Yeah, I guess."