Birds of a Feather
Disclaimer: Nope, Ryan Murphy has it all;)
A/N: First of all, sorry for keeping you waiting so long, guys! I know, I should burn in hell… But at least it will be warm;) I promise the next update will be much faster – I've finally gotten down to actually making a full draft of this story so now the posts will be much more frequent.
A/N2: If I wasn't before, after watching 'Silly Love Songs', I'm totally taken with Blaine;) We finally got to see his 'human' side and that he isn't Mister Perfect after all. Which is great and makes like Blaine much more than when he was telling Kurt he needed to fit in.
And then the promo for the Rachel Berry Trainwreck Extrvaganza came out…Well, seeing that Blaine seems to be either infatuated with or kissing everyone EXCEPT Kurt, I think that's as good as saying that they will get together;)
Chapter 4 - Fireworks
Ian Chambers liked his roommate. He really did. Especially when he was given such prime time performance before classes. He sat on his bed, legs extended, a bag of Doritos in his hands and watched the amusing spectator sport that was Kurt Hummel in a dressing frenzy. Jackets, shirts and trousers littered every surface of Kurt's half of the room and the countertenor didn't seem to be half-finished. Ian snorted when Kurt discarded yet another shirt.
"You know they all look the same, right?" he asked.
Kurt shot him a withering glance.
"They are most definitely not the same," Kurt huffed. "Only a boy could be so ignorant."
Ian raised an eyebrow at him. "Um, Kurt, I hate to state the obvious here, man, but…"
Kurt raised his hand warningly and Ian decided he would indeed refrain from stating the obvious. He shrugged instead and returned to his potato chips. Kurt threw another shirt onto the impressive pile already lying on his bed.
"That one looked good!" Ian protested. "What's wrong with it?"
"That was my pajamas!" Kurt exclaimed as if Ian had just suggested Kurt run to classes naked.
"Oh," Ian said and returned to munching.
"Don't you have classes to go to?" Kurt asked, irked.
"Yes," Ian said unfazed. "But this is so much more fun." He grinned and Kurt rolled his eyes.
"As glad as I am to be a source of amusement-ha!" Kurt exclaimed triumphantly finally finding the shirt he was looking for.
"Did you just say 'ha!'?" Ian said in amusement.
"Ian, you're really not helping," Kurt muttered as he quickly buttoned the shirt.
"Am I supposed to?"
Kurt gave him a death glare and went on to his tie, his eyes wandering to the clock on the wall.
Three more minutes and he was late for the French quiz. He was the best in his class but Mr. Larosiere made it perfectly clear he had double standards – one for the class, and one for him, which meant being late didn't come into question. Throwing his Dalton jacket on, Kurt practically ran out of the room. Two steps later, he was back at his door.
"I forgot my-" he began opening the door just as a hand holding his messenger bag shot through it. Kurt took the bag and smiled. "Thanks."
"Have fun," Ian sniggered and the hand disappeared.
Kurt grabbed the bag and whirred around gaining momentum only to smash straight into the person behind him. He tumbled onto the floor falling on top of the other person.
"I'm really sorry…" Kurt began and as his eyes lay on the person he'd just tackled, he blanched. Of course. His luck just didn't seem to end this morning. The one time he didn't want to see Blaine what with his clothes in disarray and hair disheveled, there he was.
"Hi," he muttered, blushing and trying to get off of him.
"When I told you to drop by any time you want, that wasn't precisely what I had in mind…" Blaine said wryly standing up as well.
"Sorry, I'm late and Mr. Larosiere…" Kurt began, crouching to pick up Blaine's things, which were strewn over half of the corridor.
"-has already given you an A."
Kurt looked at the tenor incredulously. "Blaine, the guy hates me."
"Because you're better than him and it pisses him off," Blaine said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "But he's just, he sees talent and can appreciate it."
"If by appreciating you mean writing lines and correcting everyone else's homework for him, then I would gladly go with underappreciated," Kurt quipped.
Blaine chuckled. Then they both fell into an awkward silence where they both just picked up Blaine's things. Reaching simultaneously for the last item, Blaine's pen, their fingers met and they both looked up.
"There's something-" they began at the same time. Blaine smiled in that charming way and Kurt found he was on the verge of hyperventilating.
"You first," he said to Kurt.
"Um, ok. There's something I wanted to talk to you about."
Blaine's brow furrowed. "We talk all the time, Kurt."
"Um, sure but this is something…personal," he mumbled knowing full well the damned color creeping up his cheeks.
Blaine felt the butterflies in his stomach do somersaults at Kurt's most adorable blush. "Ok. I've got a free period at five after the Warbler meeting. Is that ok?"
"Yes, it's perfect," Kurt seemed both relieved and even more stressed at the same time.
"It's a date," he couldn't help but say and seeing Kurt throw him a curious sideways look, he grinned inwardly. Stop with the flirting already, Anderson! You'll give him, and yourself, a heart attack! He chided himself.
They both stood up when a couple of students went past, looking at the boys crouching in the corridor strangely.
"Ok, so you'd better go or Professor Larosiere will introduce you to La Guillotine."
Kurt looked at him incredulously. "I hope by that you mean his pet lizard or favorite band."
Blaine grinned. "Maybe."
Kurt scoffed seeing the other boy's mischievous smile. "If you don't wanna find out, you'd better scurry, Monsieur Hummel."
Kurt nodded and was about to go, ehem, run off when he turned on his heel. "Blaine? What did you want to say?"
"Nothing important," Blaine backpedalled. "And now go!" he nudged him towards the right direction with a chuckle.
Kurt groaned and went for his meeting with La Guillotine.
The Warbler meetings were really starting to grate Kurt's cheese. They were the complete opposite of how New Directions did things and the countertenor found it wasn't a good thing. True, the ND rehearsals were an exercise in more or less controlled chaos but they made them loose and fostered creativity. And that's what singing was about, right? Letting yourself be who you are and expressing it through music. But the Warblers were so concerned with their status and tradition and being holier than thou that this message seemed to be totally lost on them. It made them into acapella-singing-automatons and Kurt found he was turning into one himself, trying to fit into the mold. And he was having none of it. So he raised his hand as was expected and told the Warblers about his visit to Lima with Blaine in hope of trying to get the 'getting out of your comfort zone' point through. And that was how he found himself being rebuked for visiting his friends in front of the council and all the Warblers.
"You were spying?" Wes asked incredulously. "A Warbler hasn't stooped so low since 1956 when a junior member hid in the showers of an all girls school trying to find out their set list for regionals and got caught by 200-pound cleaning maid who happened to train Greco-Roman wrestling."
"I don't think he was trying to get a look at the set list," David said in a conspiratorial whisper and most of the boys sniggered. "Well, not only."
Wes shot him a critical look and David looked down, though the smirk didn't disappear from his face.
"Kurt, what do you have to say about this? And please, stay on topic."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "We weren't spying. New Directions are my friends, we went on a visit. And the choreography they did reminded me of a couple of moves we could incorporate into our routines."
"Was it better than David's backflips in the Bills, bills, bills number?"
"Um, no. It was different. More spontaneous, un-choreographed. And it clicked," Kurt enunciated. "We could use some getting out of our comfort zone of this kind."
The Warblers looked at him skeptically.
"Blaine, a little help here?" Kurt turned to the black-haired tenor.
Blaine stood up. "It was spontaneous and vivacious and a pleasure to watch," he spoke in Kurt's direction. "-but we've got our own unique style and changing it a couple of weeks before regionals could cost us our win. I agree we should let our hair down a bit but after we secure ourselves a place at nationals."
"Hear, hear!" came voices from all around the room.
Kurt sat down, his jaw clenched and his eyes trained on the tips of his shoes. He felt his ears burn and he didn't even have to look up to know that the vote on the matter was unanimous.
"I declare this matter settled for the time being. We will return to it after regionals. Thank you for your contribution, Kurt." Wes nodded. "And now moving on-"
After that Kurt didn't hear a single word. He was boiling inside and he didn't know if he was more mad at himself for deluding himself into believing once again that the Warblers would ever change their ways or at Blaine for not supporting him. Again. He ground his teeth, his hands in his lap clenched so tight that his knuckles turned white.
As soon as the meeting was over, Kurt was at the door. He needed to get some air. He chose one of the smaller courtyards that he knew would be deserted at this time of day and plopped himself despondently on one of the stone benches, discarding his messenger bag on the ground with slightly more force than was needed. It wasn't long before he heard footsteps, though, and was about to leave when a certain black-haired boy appeared in one of the entrances.
"You're one hard person to follow, Kurt Hummel," Blaine panted as he stood in the middle of the courtyard before Kurt. He put his hands on his thighs trying to catch his breath.
The countertenor glared at him, not able to hide his disappointment any longer.
"Maybe because I didn't want to be followed?" he asked angrily.
Blaine came a step closer to him. "Kurt, I know you're angry about the meeting…"
"Not angry, Blaine. Disappointed."
"Kurt, you caught me off guard," Blaine said putting a hand through his hair and succeeding in messing it up magnificently, which gave him an even more boyish look. "You know I loved the New Directions rehearsal and their way of doing things but it's not something you can throw on the Warblers out of the blue. Things have been done like this at Dalton for decades and though I don't like it, either, that's the way it is. And it will take time to change that."
"So I should just keep my mouth shut and focus on fitting in at all costs?" Kurt asked bitterly.
"Kurt, that's not what…"
Kurt raised a hand to silence him. He was on a roll.
"I am an emotional person and need to express those emotions," he stated. "I used to do it through my attire but I can't do that here so I want to do it in the only other way I can, which is singing the way I like from time to time but it turns out that's wrong, too?" he asked, irked. "How can you function like this, Blaine? Doesn't it bother you?"
"Of course it does but that's the way things are done here. What can you, or me, do to change it? And how?"
Kurt shook his head and stood up. "Well, certainly not by burying your head in the sand," he shot back.
"Kurt, wait," Blaine asked putting a hand on the other boy's shoulder. "You saw Wes with that gavel? Have you ever seen what he can do with it? Burying your whole self in the sand wouldn't be enough," he said with a small smile but then his face grew serious again as he saw Kurt's expression remained set. "Seriously, Kurt, those guys aren't ready to be as open-minded, brave and spontaneous as you. They need time. I was having your back in there!"
"If by having my back you mean stabbing me in it!" Kurt exclaimed and stepped aside, Blaine's hand falling away from his shoulder. He regretted the lack of the comforting warmth the moment he did it but clenched his teeth and made to leave.
Blaine blocked his path and made him stop by putting a hand on Kurt's chest. He could see just how hard Kurt was holding back tears. When the coutertenor spoke, his voice was strong and angry, though. "Why? So that you can give me more of your advice?"
"I was trying to help, Kurt!"
"That was you helping? Then I really don't want to see you hindering!"
"Kurt, that's not fair. I'm trying to do what's best for you."
"How can you possibly know what's best for me? I don't know that! Are you God or something? Because I see a boy slightly older than me who somehow thinks he's got the right to tell me what to do and how to behave!" Kurt exploded and regretted his words the moment he said them. Blaine was looking out for him and he was throwing it in his face because things didn't go as he'd planned. He was acting like a spoiled child.
Blaine blinked. Kurt's words were harsh and they stung but they were also the truth.
"I…I'm sorry, Kurt," he said, realization in his features. "I never wanted you to feel forced into anything, especially by me. After the hell you've been through, I just wanted to make this new place and life easier for you. And Jesus, I only made it harder. I'm so sorry. I'll back off," he finished weakly and turned around, not sure he could look at Kurt any longer without tears.
Kurt felt his heart constrict in his chest painfully at Blaine's hurt tone. He cursed under his breath.
"No, you won't," he said and Blaine turned around, confused.
Kurt had an unreadable expression on his face and the tenor could see he was weighing something in his mind.
"Dammit," the younger boy cursed loudly this time, Finn's advice fresh in his mind. "To hell with it."
The next thing Blaine knew, Kurt's hand was holding him by the wrist and pulling him closer, and then his lips were crushed by Kurt's soft mouth in a searing kiss.
Kurt wasn't entirely sure what he was doing until his lips were on Blaine's. This was his first real kiss and he found it eluded any definition, anything he had ever felt or experienced before. He didn't believe in God but if there was heaven, this had to come really close. He gingerly grazed his teeth over Blaine's lower lip and started to explore the other boy's mouth with his tongue. He had never done anything like this before but if Blaine's soft moan was any indicator, he was doing something right. He grabbed Blaine's shirt and pulled him even closer, not able to get enough of the other boy.
Blaine was overwhelmed by the passion and urgency in Kurt's kiss but he found he could relate to those things. Everyone had a breaking point, and this was Blaine's. All his vows and his strong will forgotten, he pushed his hands into Kurt's incredibly soft and silky hair to bring him even closer and reciprocated the kiss with a vengeance. Soon there were fireworks exploding in his ears and under his eyelids and he gasped into the kiss, feeling shivers run up and down his spine.
It could have been minutes, hours, days or months. Time seemed to stop and when they finally resurfaced for air, they both looked like lightning-strike victims. Kurt leaned in again and it took all of Blaine's strong will to put a hand on his chest and stop him.
"Blaine, what is it? What are you afraid of?" the countertenor exploded.
Of hurting you? Of screwing up? Of misreading you again and causing you pain? Of losing you? Dozens of answers went through Blaine's mind, none of them making it out. Fear paralyzed him. He had so many things to tell Kurt, he had prepared a whole speech but when it came to it, he couldn't utter a single word. He saw Kurt's expression harden.
"I may look like a porcelain doll, but I don't break easy."
"I...I know. You're the strongest person I know, Kurt."
"Then what's wrong?"
Looking into Kurt's lucid, angry eyes, Blaine gulped, feeling white needles of doubt and insecurity pierce what was left of his confidence and resolve.
"Kurt, I'm the first openly gay guy you've ever met…"
Kurt gasped. "So you think I like you just because you're gay? That I would throw myself on any gay guy I'd happen to meet and chance had it that it was you?" he asked incredulously. "Just because I'm inexperienced doesn't mean that I don't know what I feel!"
"Kurt, that's not what I…"
"That's exactly what you meant!" Kurt growled.
"Kurt, I like you, I really do, but this is going too fast," Blaine said. He knew his words would hurt Kurt but he couldn't overcome this paralyzing feeling that had lodged itself in his stomach. "I…I've never been anyone's boyfriend and I'm afraid to screw this up."
"You already have," Kurt said bitterly and stormed off, taking his bag from the ground as he went.
Blaine looked after him. Half-consciously, he put his hand to his lips, which were still throbbing from Kurt's kiss. He had never felt anything so incredible in his entire life and he couldn't help but feel he'd just made a huge mistake. Maybe for once, he should just give in to his feelings and do what his heart told him instead of being afraid all the time. All he knew was he wanted the fireworks back.
So, that's it for now, guys! Sorry to leave you hanging like this but I promise the next update will be no later than the next week:) Don't forget to review before you leave, it makes me write faster knowing there are people reading this story:)
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