Fic: ZZZZZzzzZZZZzzz
Title: ZZZZZzzzZZZZzzz
Rating: R
Spoilers: Comes after 2x14
Warnings: dream crackiness, sexual situations, slight Finn/Blaine, swearing
Word Count: 4,055
Summary: After certain events have taken place, Blaine has a rather confusing dream and then wakes up feeling even more confused, wanting to resolve his feelings with Kurt.
A/N: This is the best way I decided to write about Tuesday's episode. *shrug* I apologize for my humor in advance.
It starts out where Blaine's walking to Kurt's house, but as he's walking along the sidewalk, he realizes that he has no idea where he is in the subdivision.
In fact, he can't even see, since his eyes are blurry, and he has no idea what or who he has bumped into until he hears Finn's voice.
"Hey, I'll help you find Kurt's house," Finn says in that friendly voice that Blaine associates him with always having.
Blaine will wake up later realizing that Finn should have said our house.
It doesn't take too long for the setting to change from a subdivision to the two boys walking into a busy-traffic street.
"Shit! Wow, okay. I still can't see. Let's do this," Blaine says, not sounding too nervous but yet not too confident either.
They run across the road, and when they get across, Finn pulls him into a back alley, intensely shoving him against the dark brick wall. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt at all, Blaine's more concerned about the why rather than the ow.
He can make-out Finn's shirt as being the one he saw him wearing at Rachel's party. Hey, when was that even? What's today? Is it nighttime or daytime?
It's most definitely broad daylight, and not a second after Finn pushes him against the wall does he stand face to face with Blaine. "You're really cute, I kind of like our dramatic height differences."
Blaine tilts his head to the side, more confused than startled, since right now he is actually turned-on by Finn being this close to him. But wait:
"What? Finn, aren't you not into kittens?"
Somewhere in his mind, Blaine knows that his question makes absolutely no sense. He knows that what he meant to question was about Finn being positively straight all this time, but obviously the words didn't come out right.
But Finn nods, making a face that says he believes Blaine is making complete sense, even despite Blaine's ability to still see his face clearly. Why can't he see anything?
~~~
But Blaine is now suddenly in Rachel's basement, and the lack of noise makes the space seem eerie. He feels like the members of New Directions are down here somewhere, but maybe they're all asleep? The room is so quiet, but Kurt's sudden whispers echo through his mind in a soft, seductive tone. Wait, what?
Kurt is placed delicately on top of him with his red dress shirt unbuttoned to reveal his interestingly delicious collarbones. It's nighttime, but the light around Kurt is very bright, making Blaine feel like he has to squint to not be blinded by it. Kurt's lips feel so nice pressed against his neck...
But wait, Blaine doesn't think such things about Kurt, does he?
However, it would feel nice regardless of who it was, but why does he want to take things further with his friend all of the sudden? Why is--Oh, fuck it. This feels awesome.
Especially when Kurt is whispering things to him like, "You might have fooled Finn by saying you were a kitten, but you can't fool me, Blainey..."
"Oh, that's good. I wouldn't want to fool you. We're supposed to be honest with each other, right?"
Blaine is now looking in on the dream as a full screen shot of Kurt straddling his hips, pressing his palms onto Blaine's chest to keep himself up-right while Blaine's head digs into the carpet of Rachel's floor.
Everything is still blurry except Kurt's lips and jawline, but Blaine tries to focus on the blue in Kurt's eyes, wishing he could see them clearer.
They're so pretty when he's smiling.
Blaine can feel Kurt's lips hum together in pleasure, "Mmmm, that's right, Blaine. You're so sexy when you talk this way..."
Kurt leans down to press a kiss to Blaine's cheek, smirking against it before he pulls away.
Blaine inwardly likes the compliment, but doesn't comment about it, "Hey, Kurt, why aren't we together yet? You like me but--"
Kurt interrupts him when he puts Blaine's hands on his hips and starts heavily breathing, "Can you feel my heart beat, Blaine?"
He starts moaning uncontrollably, and Blaine wants to tell him to stop--he's not ever sure if those moans sound like anyone he knows. Is this how Kurt sounds when he moans? He has no idea.
Blaine's confused. Are they having sex?
No. Kurt's clothes are still on. So are his own.
Why is his mind telling him to feel embarrassed for being naked in Rachel's basement then?
There are other people down here!
He wants to inform him that Kurt's gotten his anatomy mixed up about his heart not being on his hips, but right now he's totally okay with anything Kurt says, as long as he continues to be on top of him like this.
Blaine would never tell Kurt this, but he feels kind of squished underneath him right now as Kurt applies more pressure to Blaine's hips. However, he most certainly likes the closeness and the feeling of being over-powered. It works for now.
Even though Kurt is still face to face with him and Blaine knows he's not naked, he feels Kurt kissing the skin on his inner thigh, and it feels so fucking good, but, "Kurt, no, you can't. Not here..."
Blaine's sure he meant to sound like he was whining, but it came out calmer than expected. How is his voice so calm when the rest of him is on freaking fire?
"It's okay Blaine, you're just scared to mess this up. I'll understand."
~~~
Before Blaine can question anything, he's suddenly ringing-up groceries at a grocery store and Kurt is nowhere to be found.
After he wakes up, he'll know that this is the grocery store layout he's had in his head since he was younger, so it makes sense for his dream-self to feel like this setting is completely normal.
He asks the lady whose things he's ringing up for twenty-seven dollars for the puppy that he's putting into a brown paper bag, but turns out the price of the puppy she bought was only $15.40.
Blaine thinks it's a simple mistake, but then the lady starts yelling at him in an inhumanly sharp and booming voice, "THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"
He starts freaking out when other customers are staring at him, saying the same thing, and then he sees Burt glaring at him as he takes his cap off and puts it back on (apparently that's supposed to be a sign of attack). Oh, shit.
Blaine runs to the back of the grocery store, slightly relieved to see Kurt is ordering coffee at the deli. "Kurt! You need to help me! I'm a kitten! I don't know what I'm doing!"
Kurt just glares at him, "That's not the point, Blaine."
Without even thinking, Blaine kisses him hard on the lips, still freaking out that people are going to kill him, but he doesn't care. He needs to kiss Kurt now to quickly tell him everything he's been thinking.
As he's waking up, the feelings of excitement and fear of getting killed by a mob of angry customers still lingers. The last part of the dream he holds on to is the feeling of Kurt smiling, even though he couldn't see it in the dream. It happily warms his body and all he can picture is white light until he finally opens his eyes.
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He wakes up in his world history class, having been asleep the entire time. He guesses now that he shouldn't have stayed up all night helping Rachel write her tragic love song about him.
Jeff is shaking him to wake up, "Yo, dude, wake up, ASAP. Mr. Freddricks looks pissed."
Blaine thanks him, feeling startled and embarrassed for falling asleep in class. So rude for a gentleman to do...
But he has to find Kurt. Now.
On the way to finding Kurt in the hallways of Dalton, Blaine thinks about his interesting dream that left him feeling confused and happy at the same time. He's pretty sure it was all just a lot of random dreams that mushed together, but that's besides the ridiculous point: He now has a strange urge to have sex with Finn Hudson.
He was only a little taller than Jeremiah, and Blaine kind of likes having to look up at his men. They could talk football, and Finn could hold him and tell him dumb!jock!stories about practice and fuck him hard against walls--WAIT.
Okay, maybe none of that. Maybe the football thing, but nothing else.
It was just a dream. Blaine seriously doesn't like Finn that way.
He's Kurt's brother, and that would highly disrupt his current quest of getting with Kurt be wrong.
But wait, who said anything about wanting to be with Kurt? They're friends. Blaine just really wants to tell him about his dream. His simple, sexy Kurt dream.
Hey, Kurt, did you know that you have really nice lips? Awesome that I think I know this, right? I had a dream and it was awesome-sauce, so let's find out if I'm right!
However, his quest is bitch-slapped in the face out of nowhere when he turns the corner to see Kurt laughing with Nick.
Damn that Joseph Gordon Levitt-looking Warbler man, Blaine thinks to himself.
He suddenly feels too awkward to go over to the two boys, so he decides to go fix his scarf in the boys bathroom. Because a carelessly wrapped scarf around his neck would have forever ruined his chances just now, obviously. Of course.
Now, he feels like he failed.
Kurt could obviously have anyone in the school that he wanted; Blaine's sure that at least four Warblers have crushes on him and that at least three more are seriously questioning their sexualities.
He stares in the mirror, trying to rub away the red indents on his cheeks from sleeping on his text book, when suddenly Kurt enters the otherwise empty bathroom.
He's smiling lightly until he sees Blaine looking frustrated. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Blaine jumps slightly, looking back at him without being able to smile, "Oh, uh, just woke up from a dream in history..."
Kurt feels like being his nosy self and prods him further to see why Blaine is unhappy, "Oh, what about?"
Blaine pauses, "You, mostly."
He curiously looks at Kurt through the mirror to gauge his reaction, knowing that at least he should blush slightly.
But Kurt just smirks and raises an eyebrow, hiding any other emotion he may be feeling.
Blaine really hates not being able to read Kurt all the time.
"Really? That's interesting. Good or bad?"
"Not sure, actually, but I think good." He turns around to face the taller boy.
Kurt just nods and stares at Blaine, waiting for him to tell him what's wrong still.
"Yeah... Hey, um, wait, can we maybe go get coffee after school? I want to maybe talk about something."
This time Blaine can read Kurt's face as saying, lonvfxlgdsjggtashdk;u?
Exactly.
----
Blaine waits impatiently for Kurt to get out of his last class.
He wonders what it would feel like waiting for him after class all the time if he were to be his boyfriend. Would it change their friendship? How could Blaine change who he was to be the perfect guy for Kurt?
That's not the point creeps back into his mind, and he feels like he's on the verge of understanding something very important, just maybe.
Now, he just needs to know one thing.
Once they're at coffee, sitting on sofa chairs in the back, Blaine decides to ask him:
"Hey, Kurt, you said before Valentine's Day that you were disappointed I didn't ask you out."
He continues despite a glaring Hummel, "I guess I just want to know, if I would have asked you out, what about us would have changed?"
Even though Kurt's blushing, Blaine hates that he still can't see behind Kurt's contemplative look.
"I don't know, Blaine. But something, right? Something would be different, like...we'd do couple things?"
Blaine leans forward a little, "Like get coffee right after class?"
Kurt tilts his head up a little to defend his point. "Friends can do that, too."
"And sing flirty duets?"
Kurt leans back in his chair, folding his legs again even though they were already folded.
Blaine knows this is what happens when Kurt is displeased. He can't help but be glad he got a rise out of him so fast. It probably doesn't help that Blaine noticeably is smirking now.
"...Blaine, what are you saying? This isn't funny. Are you saying that I shouldn't want to be with you anymore because everything we do is already like a couple, besides the actually being a couple part?"
Blaine stares at him in amusement, pulling his best proud-Blaine-Anderson look that Kurt no longer finds endearing or sexy, "No, that's not at all what I'm trying to say anymore. That's not the point, Kurt."
"Then what is the point you're trying to make, Blaine?"
He pauses to take a breath, watching as Kurt's eyes change from glaring to looking worried or nervous. Blaine hopes he's actually seeing anticipation and forgiveness in there, but he's not sure anymore.
"I'm scared as hell to mess things up, and when I say mess things up, I mean change things--Change my view of me."
He bites his lip and continues, "I like to be right and in control, if you haven't noticed. And I also like to think I'm good at everything I do, like singing and performing and getting people to like me, but the truth is...I'm slightly terrified about possibly finding out that I wouldn't be a good boyfriend. Or a good kisser or anything or..."
He starts blushing, but keeps his eyes fixed on Kurt's. He wants him to know and believe everything that he's saying right now.
"I think too much, Kurt, you saw me... I get so defensive over the littlest thing. And you just--you seem so sure of yourself. Just tell me one thing: Why do you like me? Don't say anything about my voice or about you not feeling alone because I'm here. I want to know what it is about me that you like, if there is anything else."
Blaine finally catches his breath and witnesses Kurt not looking as upset or sad as he thought he would. He actually looks composed and even slightly annoyed. Shit.
"Don't forget to mention selfish to that list..."
Kurt clears his throat and leans forward in his seat, "Why do I like you, Blaine?"
He stares at him and then shrugs, "You're right. The first time I met you, we were practically already holding hands. You WERE singing to me, looking at me anyway, and so you can't blame me for thinking it not hard to picture us happily together and in an unrealistic relationship of happiness or whatever."
He shrugs again, but keeps with his strong composure and tone at ease, "And you're right, maybe we became friends quicker because we could identify with each other. But that's not why I kept liking you, Blaine. That's not why my heart slightly skipped when my dad and step-mom told me I could come here, come be here with you where I was safe. It's not just about being away from McKinley anymore, either. I just feel safe around you, your presence. You make me feel comfortable, and that's not something I can easily feel."
His jaw subtly clenches and releases, "And here I am, still trying to impress you, even though I know I'm supposed to just be your friend. It's really hard sometimes--I'm sorry, but it is. You make me feel happy, and I get freaking butterflies, Blaine, and--Oh god."
Kurt's eyes widen and he breaks his stare from Blaine's large, empathetic eyes, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say all of that. I--please don't think I'm weird now. I didn't mean it. Well, yes I did, but not for you to know any of that ever."
Blaine just smiles and holds his hand out to Kurt without saying a thing.
Kurt looks at him in slight horror, "Oh, please don't let this be that thing people do in movies where you'll say, 'Kurt, hi, my name is Blaine. Let's get to know the real sides of ourselves...' because I'm already getting to know the real Blaine, and I really like him so far."
He still is holding onto Blaine's hand, but his arm drops down a little, feeling awkward for keeping it high in the air for so long.
"You're stubborn, a C+ drunken dancer, and a bunch of other things I don't feel like naming, because yes, I get now that you're not perfect. No offense, but after that GAP Attack I kind of figured that out pretty quickly, and--What?"
Blaine is on the verge of laughing, despite being called a C+ dancer. Come on! He was drunk! He's way too dapper to have never taken ballroom dance lessons.
"Just take my hand, Kurt."
Kurt nervously takes his hand, watching Blaine stand up and pull Kurt up with him. They leave their coffee cups on the table as Blaine leads them outside.
Kurt wants to asks where they're going, but Blaine stops walking as soon as they get a few feet from the door.
"What was that for?"
Blaine smiles and looks around at the surrounding street and the people passing by.
"This is me...letting go of whatever scenario I had planned out for my first real kiss. I'll have you know that it was supposed to be by a river near my old house, but that would be stupid to drive to right now. Truth is, I wasn't scared of messing us up. I was awful and was about to date Rachel because I knew deep down that it wouldn't feel real, and then I couldn't get hurt, and plus she's just as idealistic and hopelessly romantic as I am, so we have that in common--But to say what I wanted to say before rambling... The truth is, Kurt, I could be anywhere with you, and that would be absolutely fine."
He smiles and steps closer so that their faces are less than a foot apart. "I don't need perfect scenarios to play out all my childhood fantasizes of romance. I just need you. With me."
Blaine bites his lip, but looks to Kurt to see him smiling just as much as Blaine hoped he would be right now.
"In my dream by the way, we kissed, and it was totally cool. That kind of needs to happen now, if you don't mind."
They laugh at how nervous they both look, but Kurt surprisingly wraps his arms around Blaine's neck, leans down, and kisses him.
It's a gentle and relatively quick kiss, but fireworks would be a definite understatement, Blaine declares to himself.
Kurt puts his hands back down to his sides and stares at Blaine with that adorable glow in his eyes that always makes Blaine want to try to keep making him smile for hours. Or just make-out with him. That works, too.
"Was that awkward for you?" Blaine smiles lightheartedly.
Kurt smiles back and Blaine delightfully catches him glancing at his lips, "Yeah, a little, but I liked it."
Blaine wonders if it's just the excitement and anxiousness that made him see fireworks, but he can't deny that he wants to experiment with that hypothesis again.
"I liked it, too."
"So, what does this mean now?"
"It means I want to be your boyfriend."
Kurt raises an eyebrow at him, despite his blushing, "Crap. Okay...Blaine, this is going to sound--err...No. Not yet."
Erase every happy thought. "What? Why? Did I talk too much?"
Kurt bites his lip and squints a little due to the blinding sun, but also because he's searching for a way to make his statement not sound so final.
"Yes, you do talk too much, but that's not why. It's because you obviously aren't as ready for this as I wish you were, and I'm a little unsure of all this, too. Maybe we should just see where this moment goes without trying to force it into something it's not yet?"
"But I want to kiss you more. I really...liked that."
"Yeah, well, didn't a dream make you decide to start liking me? Like one you had not even an hour ago?"
Kurt sighs, smiling at him now in amusement.
What a jerk, Blaine thinks, I just put my entire heart on the line! He has NO idea how I fee--Oh.
"I've been imagining kissing you for months now, Blaine. Frankly, I don't want you to 'screw this up,' so how about you think this over tonight, okay? And we'll act like this almost didn't happen, and then at the end of the week, after you have properly observed my every motion and thought about how our flaws would correlate nicely, then you can decide how much you like me."
Kurt smiles sympathetically towards a slightly heart-broken Blaine, but he knows he's mostly just confused that someone actually turned Blaine Anderson down. Well, it wouldn't be the first time, but...
"Don't get me wrong, Blaine, if you say yes at the end of the week, I'll consider singing 'You Make My Dreams Come True' by Hall & Oates, but...just make sure this is really what you want, okay?"
Blaine changes from looking like a kicked kitten puppy to smirking playfully back at him, "Well, obviously we have to be together now. I totally want to be singing that song. I think the Warblers should do it, and I'll sing it to you at Regionals, yeah?"
Kurt groans and rolls his eyes, starting to walk away from the coffee shop, "Please tell me why I fell for a boy that climbs over furniture when he sings and will possibly get me fired if I ever work at a clothing store?"
Blaine laughs and nudges him playfully, "Because this boy you speak of, sir, is super cute and youuuu want to kiss him again, I bet!"
Kurt rolls his eyes but smiles as they start walking back to Dalton. Secretly, he wanted to throw his arms around Blaine and cry, "YES! YES! I WILL GO OUT WITH YOU!" but that wouldn't be a wise decision.
Blaine is way too indecisive, and even though Kurt now feels like everything is Kurt&Blaine and nothing hurts, he still feels like they both have a long ways to go in developing whatever their relationship is going to be.
It makes sense to Kurt that his first relationship be with someone that is as talented and as dramatic as he is. And oh, god, he hopes he doesn't sound like Rachel when she used to talk about Jesse like that.
Because Blaine is not Jesse. Blaine isn't even Rachel, as much as he jokes about being like her.
Blaine is Blaine to Kurt. No one can play with his heart strings as well or settle his nerves as quickly (while also managing to excite them).
But of course, he's waiting until the end of the week for Blaine to really make his decision.
And what made Blaine even realize that he wanted to be with Kurt? A dream?
Figures.
What is my life? Kurt wonders as he walks back to his dad's pick-up truck.
If only Blaine would have had that dream the night of Rachel's party when they were both in bed together and...
Kurt shoves the thought out of his mind before he hops into the truck. He'd rather not think about anything sexual with his dad around, gross.
Kurt's dad asks him how school was and then continues the conversation by asking how Blaine is doing.
"He's dreamy--I-I mean god. I MEAN GOOD. We're good. I mean, he's good... Yes."
"Uh huh. All right, then. Glad things are working out finally, Kurt. Does this mean there'll need to be another plate at the table on Friday?"
A week of waiting... Kurt reminds himself. Oh, god. This is going to suck.
"Yeah, hopefully," Kurt mumbles.
Why didn't he just say yes? Dammit.
Rating: R
Spoilers: Comes after 2x14
Warnings: dream crackiness, sexual situations, slight Finn/Blaine, swearing
Word Count: 4,055
Summary: After certain events have taken place, Blaine has a rather confusing dream and then wakes up feeling even more confused, wanting to resolve his feelings with Kurt.
A/N: This is the best way I decided to write about Tuesday's episode. *shrug* I apologize for my humor in advance.
It starts out where Blaine's walking to Kurt's house, but as he's walking along the sidewalk, he realizes that he has no idea where he is in the subdivision.
In fact, he can't even see, since his eyes are blurry, and he has no idea what or who he has bumped into until he hears Finn's voice.
"Hey, I'll help you find Kurt's house," Finn says in that friendly voice that Blaine associates him with always having.
Blaine will wake up later realizing that Finn should have said our house.
It doesn't take too long for the setting to change from a subdivision to the two boys walking into a busy-traffic street.
"Shit! Wow, okay. I still can't see. Let's do this," Blaine says, not sounding too nervous but yet not too confident either.
They run across the road, and when they get across, Finn pulls him into a back alley, intensely shoving him against the dark brick wall. Surprisingly, it didn't hurt at all, Blaine's more concerned about the why rather than the ow.
He can make-out Finn's shirt as being the one he saw him wearing at Rachel's party. Hey, when was that even? What's today? Is it nighttime or daytime?
It's most definitely broad daylight, and not a second after Finn pushes him against the wall does he stand face to face with Blaine. "You're really cute, I kind of like our dramatic height differences."
Blaine tilts his head to the side, more confused than startled, since right now he is actually turned-on by Finn being this close to him. But wait:
"What? Finn, aren't you not into kittens?"
Somewhere in his mind, Blaine knows that his question makes absolutely no sense. He knows that what he meant to question was about Finn being positively straight all this time, but obviously the words didn't come out right.
But Finn nods, making a face that says he believes Blaine is making complete sense, even despite Blaine's ability to still see his face clearly. Why can't he see anything?
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But Blaine is now suddenly in Rachel's basement, and the lack of noise makes the space seem eerie. He feels like the members of New Directions are down here somewhere, but maybe they're all asleep? The room is so quiet, but Kurt's sudden whispers echo through his mind in a soft, seductive tone. Wait, what?
Kurt is placed delicately on top of him with his red dress shirt unbuttoned to reveal his interestingly delicious collarbones. It's nighttime, but the light around Kurt is very bright, making Blaine feel like he has to squint to not be blinded by it. Kurt's lips feel so nice pressed against his neck...
But wait, Blaine doesn't think such things about Kurt, does he?
However, it would feel nice regardless of who it was, but why does he want to take things further with his friend all of the sudden? Why is--Oh, fuck it. This feels awesome.
Especially when Kurt is whispering things to him like, "You might have fooled Finn by saying you were a kitten, but you can't fool me, Blainey..."
"Oh, that's good. I wouldn't want to fool you. We're supposed to be honest with each other, right?"
Blaine is now looking in on the dream as a full screen shot of Kurt straddling his hips, pressing his palms onto Blaine's chest to keep himself up-right while Blaine's head digs into the carpet of Rachel's floor.
Everything is still blurry except Kurt's lips and jawline, but Blaine tries to focus on the blue in Kurt's eyes, wishing he could see them clearer.
They're so pretty when he's smiling.
Blaine can feel Kurt's lips hum together in pleasure, "Mmmm, that's right, Blaine. You're so sexy when you talk this way..."
Kurt leans down to press a kiss to Blaine's cheek, smirking against it before he pulls away.
Blaine inwardly likes the compliment, but doesn't comment about it, "Hey, Kurt, why aren't we together yet? You like me but--"
Kurt interrupts him when he puts Blaine's hands on his hips and starts heavily breathing, "Can you feel my heart beat, Blaine?"
He starts moaning uncontrollably, and Blaine wants to tell him to stop--he's not ever sure if those moans sound like anyone he knows. Is this how Kurt sounds when he moans? He has no idea.
Blaine's confused. Are they having sex?
No. Kurt's clothes are still on. So are his own.
Why is his mind telling him to feel embarrassed for being naked in Rachel's basement then?
There are other people down here!
He wants to inform him that Kurt's gotten his anatomy mixed up about his heart not being on his hips, but right now he's totally okay with anything Kurt says, as long as he continues to be on top of him like this.
Blaine would never tell Kurt this, but he feels kind of squished underneath him right now as Kurt applies more pressure to Blaine's hips. However, he most certainly likes the closeness and the feeling of being over-powered. It works for now.
Even though Kurt is still face to face with him and Blaine knows he's not naked, he feels Kurt kissing the skin on his inner thigh, and it feels so fucking good, but, "Kurt, no, you can't. Not here..."
Blaine's sure he meant to sound like he was whining, but it came out calmer than expected. How is his voice so calm when the rest of him is on freaking fire?
"It's okay Blaine, you're just scared to mess this up. I'll understand."
~~~
Before Blaine can question anything, he's suddenly ringing-up groceries at a grocery store and Kurt is nowhere to be found.
After he wakes up, he'll know that this is the grocery store layout he's had in his head since he was younger, so it makes sense for his dream-self to feel like this setting is completely normal.
He asks the lady whose things he's ringing up for twenty-seven dollars for the puppy that he's putting into a brown paper bag, but turns out the price of the puppy she bought was only $15.40.
Blaine thinks it's a simple mistake, but then the lady starts yelling at him in an inhumanly sharp and booming voice, "THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"
He starts freaking out when other customers are staring at him, saying the same thing, and then he sees Burt glaring at him as he takes his cap off and puts it back on (apparently that's supposed to be a sign of attack). Oh, shit.
Blaine runs to the back of the grocery store, slightly relieved to see Kurt is ordering coffee at the deli. "Kurt! You need to help me! I'm a kitten! I don't know what I'm doing!"
Kurt just glares at him, "That's not the point, Blaine."
Without even thinking, Blaine kisses him hard on the lips, still freaking out that people are going to kill him, but he doesn't care. He needs to kiss Kurt now to quickly tell him everything he's been thinking.
As he's waking up, the feelings of excitement and fear of getting killed by a mob of angry customers still lingers. The last part of the dream he holds on to is the feeling of Kurt smiling, even though he couldn't see it in the dream. It happily warms his body and all he can picture is white light until he finally opens his eyes.
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He wakes up in his world history class, having been asleep the entire time. He guesses now that he shouldn't have stayed up all night helping Rachel write her tragic love song about him.
Jeff is shaking him to wake up, "Yo, dude, wake up, ASAP. Mr. Freddricks looks pissed."
Blaine thanks him, feeling startled and embarrassed for falling asleep in class. So rude for a gentleman to do...
But he has to find Kurt. Now.
On the way to finding Kurt in the hallways of Dalton, Blaine thinks about his interesting dream that left him feeling confused and happy at the same time. He's pretty sure it was all just a lot of random dreams that mushed together, but that's besides the ridiculous point: He now has a strange urge to have sex with Finn Hudson.
He was only a little taller than Jeremiah, and Blaine kind of likes having to look up at his men. They could talk football, and Finn could hold him and tell him dumb!jock!stories about practice and fuck him hard against walls--WAIT.
Okay, maybe none of that. Maybe the football thing, but nothing else.
It was just a dream. Blaine seriously doesn't like Finn that way.
He's Kurt's brother, and that would highly disrupt his current quest of getting with Kurt be wrong.
But wait, who said anything about wanting to be with Kurt? They're friends. Blaine just really wants to tell him about his dream. His simple, sexy Kurt dream.
Hey, Kurt, did you know that you have really nice lips? Awesome that I think I know this, right? I had a dream and it was awesome-sauce, so let's find out if I'm right!
However, his quest is bitch-slapped in the face out of nowhere when he turns the corner to see Kurt laughing with Nick.
Damn that Joseph Gordon Levitt-looking Warbler man, Blaine thinks to himself.
He suddenly feels too awkward to go over to the two boys, so he decides to go fix his scarf in the boys bathroom. Because a carelessly wrapped scarf around his neck would have forever ruined his chances just now, obviously. Of course.
Now, he feels like he failed.
Kurt could obviously have anyone in the school that he wanted; Blaine's sure that at least four Warblers have crushes on him and that at least three more are seriously questioning their sexualities.
He stares in the mirror, trying to rub away the red indents on his cheeks from sleeping on his text book, when suddenly Kurt enters the otherwise empty bathroom.
He's smiling lightly until he sees Blaine looking frustrated. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Blaine jumps slightly, looking back at him without being able to smile, "Oh, uh, just woke up from a dream in history..."
Kurt feels like being his nosy self and prods him further to see why Blaine is unhappy, "Oh, what about?"
Blaine pauses, "You, mostly."
He curiously looks at Kurt through the mirror to gauge his reaction, knowing that at least he should blush slightly.
But Kurt just smirks and raises an eyebrow, hiding any other emotion he may be feeling.
Blaine really hates not being able to read Kurt all the time.
"Really? That's interesting. Good or bad?"
"Not sure, actually, but I think good." He turns around to face the taller boy.
Kurt just nods and stares at Blaine, waiting for him to tell him what's wrong still.
"Yeah... Hey, um, wait, can we maybe go get coffee after school? I want to maybe talk about something."
This time Blaine can read Kurt's face as saying, lonvfxlgdsjggtashdk;u?
Exactly.
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Blaine waits impatiently for Kurt to get out of his last class.
He wonders what it would feel like waiting for him after class all the time if he were to be his boyfriend. Would it change their friendship? How could Blaine change who he was to be the perfect guy for Kurt?
That's not the point creeps back into his mind, and he feels like he's on the verge of understanding something very important, just maybe.
Now, he just needs to know one thing.
Once they're at coffee, sitting on sofa chairs in the back, Blaine decides to ask him:
"Hey, Kurt, you said before Valentine's Day that you were disappointed I didn't ask you out."
He continues despite a glaring Hummel, "I guess I just want to know, if I would have asked you out, what about us would have changed?"
Even though Kurt's blushing, Blaine hates that he still can't see behind Kurt's contemplative look.
"I don't know, Blaine. But something, right? Something would be different, like...we'd do couple things?"
Blaine leans forward a little, "Like get coffee right after class?"
Kurt tilts his head up a little to defend his point. "Friends can do that, too."
"And sing flirty duets?"
Kurt leans back in his chair, folding his legs again even though they were already folded.
Blaine knows this is what happens when Kurt is displeased. He can't help but be glad he got a rise out of him so fast. It probably doesn't help that Blaine noticeably is smirking now.
"...Blaine, what are you saying? This isn't funny. Are you saying that I shouldn't want to be with you anymore because everything we do is already like a couple, besides the actually being a couple part?"
Blaine stares at him in amusement, pulling his best proud-Blaine-Anderson look that Kurt no longer finds endearing or sexy, "No, that's not at all what I'm trying to say anymore. That's not the point, Kurt."
"Then what is the point you're trying to make, Blaine?"
He pauses to take a breath, watching as Kurt's eyes change from glaring to looking worried or nervous. Blaine hopes he's actually seeing anticipation and forgiveness in there, but he's not sure anymore.
"I'm scared as hell to mess things up, and when I say mess things up, I mean change things--Change my view of me."
He bites his lip and continues, "I like to be right and in control, if you haven't noticed. And I also like to think I'm good at everything I do, like singing and performing and getting people to like me, but the truth is...I'm slightly terrified about possibly finding out that I wouldn't be a good boyfriend. Or a good kisser or anything or..."
He starts blushing, but keeps his eyes fixed on Kurt's. He wants him to know and believe everything that he's saying right now.
"I think too much, Kurt, you saw me... I get so defensive over the littlest thing. And you just--you seem so sure of yourself. Just tell me one thing: Why do you like me? Don't say anything about my voice or about you not feeling alone because I'm here. I want to know what it is about me that you like, if there is anything else."
Blaine finally catches his breath and witnesses Kurt not looking as upset or sad as he thought he would. He actually looks composed and even slightly annoyed. Shit.
"Don't forget to mention selfish to that list..."
Kurt clears his throat and leans forward in his seat, "Why do I like you, Blaine?"
He stares at him and then shrugs, "You're right. The first time I met you, we were practically already holding hands. You WERE singing to me, looking at me anyway, and so you can't blame me for thinking it not hard to picture us happily together and in an unrealistic relationship of happiness or whatever."
He shrugs again, but keeps with his strong composure and tone at ease, "And you're right, maybe we became friends quicker because we could identify with each other. But that's not why I kept liking you, Blaine. That's not why my heart slightly skipped when my dad and step-mom told me I could come here, come be here with you where I was safe. It's not just about being away from McKinley anymore, either. I just feel safe around you, your presence. You make me feel comfortable, and that's not something I can easily feel."
His jaw subtly clenches and releases, "And here I am, still trying to impress you, even though I know I'm supposed to just be your friend. It's really hard sometimes--I'm sorry, but it is. You make me feel happy, and I get freaking butterflies, Blaine, and--Oh god."
Kurt's eyes widen and he breaks his stare from Blaine's large, empathetic eyes, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say all of that. I--please don't think I'm weird now. I didn't mean it. Well, yes I did, but not for you to know any of that ever."
Blaine just smiles and holds his hand out to Kurt without saying a thing.
Kurt looks at him in slight horror, "Oh, please don't let this be that thing people do in movies where you'll say, 'Kurt, hi, my name is Blaine. Let's get to know the real sides of ourselves...' because I'm already getting to know the real Blaine, and I really like him so far."
He still is holding onto Blaine's hand, but his arm drops down a little, feeling awkward for keeping it high in the air for so long.
"You're stubborn, a C+ drunken dancer, and a bunch of other things I don't feel like naming, because yes, I get now that you're not perfect. No offense, but after that GAP Attack I kind of figured that out pretty quickly, and--What?"
Blaine is on the verge of laughing, despite being called a C+ dancer. Come on! He was drunk! He's way too dapper to have never taken ballroom dance lessons.
"Just take my hand, Kurt."
Kurt nervously takes his hand, watching Blaine stand up and pull Kurt up with him. They leave their coffee cups on the table as Blaine leads them outside.
Kurt wants to asks where they're going, but Blaine stops walking as soon as they get a few feet from the door.
"What was that for?"
Blaine smiles and looks around at the surrounding street and the people passing by.
"This is me...letting go of whatever scenario I had planned out for my first real kiss. I'll have you know that it was supposed to be by a river near my old house, but that would be stupid to drive to right now. Truth is, I wasn't scared of messing us up. I was awful and was about to date Rachel because I knew deep down that it wouldn't feel real, and then I couldn't get hurt, and plus she's just as idealistic and hopelessly romantic as I am, so we have that in common--But to say what I wanted to say before rambling... The truth is, Kurt, I could be anywhere with you, and that would be absolutely fine."
He smiles and steps closer so that their faces are less than a foot apart. "I don't need perfect scenarios to play out all my childhood fantasizes of romance. I just need you. With me."
Blaine bites his lip, but looks to Kurt to see him smiling just as much as Blaine hoped he would be right now.
"In my dream by the way, we kissed, and it was totally cool. That kind of needs to happen now, if you don't mind."
They laugh at how nervous they both look, but Kurt surprisingly wraps his arms around Blaine's neck, leans down, and kisses him.
It's a gentle and relatively quick kiss, but fireworks would be a definite understatement, Blaine declares to himself.
Kurt puts his hands back down to his sides and stares at Blaine with that adorable glow in his eyes that always makes Blaine want to try to keep making him smile for hours. Or just make-out with him. That works, too.
"Was that awkward for you?" Blaine smiles lightheartedly.
Kurt smiles back and Blaine delightfully catches him glancing at his lips, "Yeah, a little, but I liked it."
Blaine wonders if it's just the excitement and anxiousness that made him see fireworks, but he can't deny that he wants to experiment with that hypothesis again.
"I liked it, too."
"So, what does this mean now?"
"It means I want to be your boyfriend."
Kurt raises an eyebrow at him, despite his blushing, "Crap. Okay...Blaine, this is going to sound--err...No. Not yet."
Erase every happy thought. "What? Why? Did I talk too much?"
Kurt bites his lip and squints a little due to the blinding sun, but also because he's searching for a way to make his statement not sound so final.
"Yes, you do talk too much, but that's not why. It's because you obviously aren't as ready for this as I wish you were, and I'm a little unsure of all this, too. Maybe we should just see where this moment goes without trying to force it into something it's not yet?"
"But I want to kiss you more. I really...liked that."
"Yeah, well, didn't a dream make you decide to start liking me? Like one you had not even an hour ago?"
Kurt sighs, smiling at him now in amusement.
What a jerk, Blaine thinks, I just put my entire heart on the line! He has NO idea how I fee--Oh.
"I've been imagining kissing you for months now, Blaine. Frankly, I don't want you to 'screw this up,' so how about you think this over tonight, okay? And we'll act like this almost didn't happen, and then at the end of the week, after you have properly observed my every motion and thought about how our flaws would correlate nicely, then you can decide how much you like me."
Kurt smiles sympathetically towards a slightly heart-broken Blaine, but he knows he's mostly just confused that someone actually turned Blaine Anderson down. Well, it wouldn't be the first time, but...
"Don't get me wrong, Blaine, if you say yes at the end of the week, I'll consider singing 'You Make My Dreams Come True' by Hall & Oates, but...just make sure this is really what you want, okay?"
Blaine changes from looking like a kicked kitten puppy to smirking playfully back at him, "Well, obviously we have to be together now. I totally want to be singing that song. I think the Warblers should do it, and I'll sing it to you at Regionals, yeah?"
Kurt groans and rolls his eyes, starting to walk away from the coffee shop, "Please tell me why I fell for a boy that climbs over furniture when he sings and will possibly get me fired if I ever work at a clothing store?"
Blaine laughs and nudges him playfully, "Because this boy you speak of, sir, is super cute and youuuu want to kiss him again, I bet!"
Kurt rolls his eyes but smiles as they start walking back to Dalton. Secretly, he wanted to throw his arms around Blaine and cry, "YES! YES! I WILL GO OUT WITH YOU!" but that wouldn't be a wise decision.
Blaine is way too indecisive, and even though Kurt now feels like everything is Kurt&Blaine and nothing hurts, he still feels like they both have a long ways to go in developing whatever their relationship is going to be.
It makes sense to Kurt that his first relationship be with someone that is as talented and as dramatic as he is. And oh, god, he hopes he doesn't sound like Rachel when she used to talk about Jesse like that.
Because Blaine is not Jesse. Blaine isn't even Rachel, as much as he jokes about being like her.
Blaine is Blaine to Kurt. No one can play with his heart strings as well or settle his nerves as quickly (while also managing to excite them).
But of course, he's waiting until the end of the week for Blaine to really make his decision.
And what made Blaine even realize that he wanted to be with Kurt? A dream?
Figures.
What is my life? Kurt wonders as he walks back to his dad's pick-up truck.
If only Blaine would have had that dream the night of Rachel's party when they were both in bed together and...
Kurt shoves the thought out of his mind before he hops into the truck. He'd rather not think about anything sexual with his dad around, gross.
Kurt's dad asks him how school was and then continues the conversation by asking how Blaine is doing.
"He's dreamy--I-I mean god. I MEAN GOOD. We're good. I mean, he's good... Yes."
"Uh huh. All right, then. Glad things are working out finally, Kurt. Does this mean there'll need to be another plate at the table on Friday?"
A week of waiting... Kurt reminds himself. Oh, god. This is going to suck.
"Yeah, hopefully," Kurt mumbles.
Why didn't he just say yes? Dammit.