Glee fanfic: New Fashion (1)
Media: Fanfic
Title: New fashion
Part: 1 of 5
Word Count: 1591
Author: lola_mejor
Summary: Kurt and Blaine continue their relationship following Kurt's transfer back to McKinley high.
Characters: Kurt, Blaine, Burt Hummel, Mr Anderson
Rating: PG
Category: Angst/Romance
Author's note: This fic actually came before my other fic "Breathless Moment"... but as it's in parts it was more complicated to upload for an LJ newbie like me so I had to warm up to it haha. I will post all five parts in the next little while... so hope you read and enjoy.
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“So your first whole day out of the Dalton uniform…” Blaine’s raised his eyebrows as he took in Kurt’s distinctive fashion choice for the day, “I see you took advantage of the occasion.”
Kurt glanced away from Blaine for a second and turned his attention to his jacket, removing a couple of pieces of fluff from the shoulder. “No… not really. I mean it’s nice to wear clothes designed for actual people again, but I didn’t have much time to plan my outfit so just opted for a classic look.” He looked back up into Blaine’s eyes and spoke with a deliberate drawl. “You ain’t seen nothing yet Mr Anderson.”
Blaine laughed a little uncertainly, and considered again how he different he and Kurt were. Dalton was perfect for Blaine; it gave him the ability to be himself while at the same time being similar to everyone else - not a target. He’d watched Kurt struggle, unable to express himself but, on the flip-side, safe in the knowledge that he wouldn’t be subjected to violent or other abuse. McKinley was definitely more his style - as long as it was safe.
He took in Kurt’s fitted jacket again, appreciating the clean lines. “Well I think you look perfect right now - just like you did in this blazer,” Blaine tugged at his own lapels, before running his hand down the sleeve of Kurt’s jacket, looking straight into his eyes. “You shine through no matter what you’re wearing.”
The two boys both smiled hesitantly at each other and looked away, blushing. They finished their coffees, catching glimpses of each other as they sat together in the Lima Bean café, chairs close around the small round table, in comfortable silence.
Once they finished their coffees, Kurt stood up, slinging his satchel over his shoulder. “Walk me home?” he asked. “I’m teaching Dad how to cook beef stroganoff tonight and need to supervise his use of paprika to make sure the entire kitchen isn’t coated in a fine orange mist for the next couple of days.”
“Sure,” Blaine smiled, taking their empty coffee cups and placing them in the bin. “I’ve got some time before the weekly Anderson dinner where we all avoid my father’s glare…”
Kurt fell in-step with Blaine as they walked out of the cafe, not knowing what to say - or even if he should say anything - about Blaine’s last comment. Blaine hadn’t told his parents that he had a boyfriend - he was out of course, and by his account his parents begrudgingly accepted his homosexuality - but he seemed afraid of their reaction to him having a boyfriend; the reality of having a gay son. Kurt shook his head imperceptibly and decided against saying anything. The last time he’d tried to talk to Blaine about it, it had only made Blaine uncomfortable. The right time would come, he supposed.
As they walked along in fading light, the streets were pleasantly filled with people going about their business in the transition from work to home life. No one paid particular attention to the two teenage boys walking along together; no one noticed the breathless excitement caused to each of them as their hands bumped against each other’s with the rhythm of their comfortable gait. No one, that is, until another group of McKinley kids in a large SUV parked outside Breadstix.
Kurt noticed Blaine’s demeanour stiffen instantly and felt the cool breeze as his boyfriend’s hand, which had been so tantalisingly close to his, disappeared into the pockets of the grey Dalton uniform pants. He looked across to Blaine and then cast his eyes to where Blaine was looking, seeing Karofsky and others laughing with the air of boisterous ownership that was so common in a group of popular high school students.
He squeezed Blaine’s shoulder quickly, recognising the tension suddenly in the air. “They won’t give us any trouble,” he said quietly, lifting his head and adopting a confident air as he continued walking. “Just keep walking. Nothing will happen.”
At that moment, Karofsky saw them, his eyes for a moment betraying his demeanour to show inner turmoil. But it was only for a second. As Blaine and Kurt approached, Karofsky grew even more animated with his friends, loudly regaling the others with stories of exploits with cheerleaders, while also steering the group into the restaurant before any confrontation could occur.
Blaine didn’t relax until they were a full block past Breadstix, and even then he kept a certain distance from Kurt as they walked together. After another couple of minutes, Kurt stopped abruptly and turned to Blaine, leaning against a light pole.
“You can’t react like that every time we see those kinds of people,” he glanced back in the direction of the restaurant before reaching out and taking Blaine’s hand. “We can’t be afraid of who we are - of what this is,” he squeezed the hand held in his. “What you said at Pavarotti’s burial was true - we’ve got each other now, and I won’t let them wreck the one thing that makes me truly happy.”
Blaine squeezed back and maintained the hold on Kurt’s hand as they continuing walking again. “I know...” he paused, “I know you want to believe that,” he said, “and I want nothing more than to be with you just like any other couple would be together - and I’m sure one day it will be possible.” He let his hand slip out of Kurt’s. “But the people in this town haven’t changed in the past couple of months. The people who called your dad’s workshop making threatening calls are still here… Karofsky is still the loud jock to all his friends regardless his recent actions and the Bully Whips thing - he could turn against you if he felt forced.” Blaine slowed to a stop as they reached Kurt’s house, turning towards him and taking both hands in his. “I am so lucky - and so happy - to have you in my life. I just think we need to be mindful of the world, and town, that we’re in.”
Kurt leaned against the front gate outside his house and let out a sigh. “I am mindful, I just so want for the world - this town - to catch up.”
“And they will,” Blaine smiled, reaching behind Kurt to open the gate. “In the meantime, as long as they’re not there yet I’m going to be a bit nervous. But it doesn’t mean I want to be with you any less. I am so taken with you I couldn’t stay away if I tried.”
The boys got to the front door and were standing smiling nervously at each other when it suddenly opened.
“Kurt! finally!” Burt appeared behind the door, grining and bedecked in red-checkered apron, brandishing a wooden spoon. “You missed the waterworks while I tackled the onions, but there’s still time to get into the -”, he paused, and took in the breathless looks on his son and Blaine’s face.
“You’re still going to help me out, right?” he looked to Kurt directly. “I mean, if you guys wanna hang out, get started on homework or something instead then that’s ok... as long as the door to your room’s open.”
“On no Mr Hummel I don’t want to intrude on your and Kurt’s time together,” Blaine started stepping back from the door. “I gotta get home anyway. My father...” he trailed off, looking at his feet.
Burt looked carefully at his son’s new boyfriend. “Family’s important, Blaine, but you’re welcome to be here anytime you want.” He paused as Blaine looked up to meet his eyes. “You wouldn’t be intruding at all.”
He let those words sink in for a moment before smiling brightly. “But you’re missing out on this stroganoff! Kurt’s supervision of my cooking usually ends with deliciousness...”
Blaine smiled weakly, blinking back the tear that had formed at Burt’s kindness. “No I really should get going, but I’ll look forward to enjoying you next culinary experiment.”
He turned to Kurt and paused, unsure of how to say goodbye. “Uh Dad?” Kurt raised his eyebrow, looking at his father pointedly. “A minute?”
“Oh right, sure.” Burt suddenly looked flustered and turned his attention to the wooden spoon, as if he wasn’t sure of its purpose. “I’ll be, ah... in the kitchen.”
As soon as Burt had disappeared down the hall, Kurt pulled Blaine inside the front door of the house, just out of view from the street, and hugged him tightly. “Give me a call later,” he whispered into Blaine’s neck. “And courage.”
Blaine returned the hug and then pressed his lips lightly against Kurt’s, pulling Kurt’s body closer to his again, opening his mouth slightly and deepening the kiss.
“Kurt - you need to tell me what to do with this orange-y powder!” Burt’s voice resonated through the house.
Blaine giggled mid-kiss and pulled away reluctantly. “Your prediction of a fine orange mist coating the kitchen is going to come true unless you get in there.” He brushed his hand against Kurt’s cheek by way of saying goodbye and turned towards the door. “I’ll call you later,” he said over his shoulder as he walked towards the gate, giving Kurt a cheeky wink.
“Bye!” Kurt waved shyly, just as an enormous crash sounded from the kitchen.
“I’m ok!” came Burt’s reassurance. “But I think the oven doesn’t like me.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and went inside, closing the door behind him.
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Link to Part 2.
Title: New fashion
Part: 1 of 5
Word Count: 1591
Author: lola_mejor
Summary: Kurt and Blaine continue their relationship following Kurt's transfer back to McKinley high.
Characters: Kurt, Blaine, Burt Hummel, Mr Anderson
Rating: PG
Category: Angst/Romance
Author's note: This fic actually came before my other fic "Breathless Moment"... but as it's in parts it was more complicated to upload for an LJ newbie like me so I had to warm up to it haha. I will post all five parts in the next little while... so hope you read and enjoy.
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“So your first whole day out of the Dalton uniform…” Blaine’s raised his eyebrows as he took in Kurt’s distinctive fashion choice for the day, “I see you took advantage of the occasion.”
Kurt glanced away from Blaine for a second and turned his attention to his jacket, removing a couple of pieces of fluff from the shoulder. “No… not really. I mean it’s nice to wear clothes designed for actual people again, but I didn’t have much time to plan my outfit so just opted for a classic look.” He looked back up into Blaine’s eyes and spoke with a deliberate drawl. “You ain’t seen nothing yet Mr Anderson.”
Blaine laughed a little uncertainly, and considered again how he different he and Kurt were. Dalton was perfect for Blaine; it gave him the ability to be himself while at the same time being similar to everyone else - not a target. He’d watched Kurt struggle, unable to express himself but, on the flip-side, safe in the knowledge that he wouldn’t be subjected to violent or other abuse. McKinley was definitely more his style - as long as it was safe.
He took in Kurt’s fitted jacket again, appreciating the clean lines. “Well I think you look perfect right now - just like you did in this blazer,” Blaine tugged at his own lapels, before running his hand down the sleeve of Kurt’s jacket, looking straight into his eyes. “You shine through no matter what you’re wearing.”
The two boys both smiled hesitantly at each other and looked away, blushing. They finished their coffees, catching glimpses of each other as they sat together in the Lima Bean café, chairs close around the small round table, in comfortable silence.
Once they finished their coffees, Kurt stood up, slinging his satchel over his shoulder. “Walk me home?” he asked. “I’m teaching Dad how to cook beef stroganoff tonight and need to supervise his use of paprika to make sure the entire kitchen isn’t coated in a fine orange mist for the next couple of days.”
“Sure,” Blaine smiled, taking their empty coffee cups and placing them in the bin. “I’ve got some time before the weekly Anderson dinner where we all avoid my father’s glare…”
Kurt fell in-step with Blaine as they walked out of the cafe, not knowing what to say - or even if he should say anything - about Blaine’s last comment. Blaine hadn’t told his parents that he had a boyfriend - he was out of course, and by his account his parents begrudgingly accepted his homosexuality - but he seemed afraid of their reaction to him having a boyfriend; the reality of having a gay son. Kurt shook his head imperceptibly and decided against saying anything. The last time he’d tried to talk to Blaine about it, it had only made Blaine uncomfortable. The right time would come, he supposed.
As they walked along in fading light, the streets were pleasantly filled with people going about their business in the transition from work to home life. No one paid particular attention to the two teenage boys walking along together; no one noticed the breathless excitement caused to each of them as their hands bumped against each other’s with the rhythm of their comfortable gait. No one, that is, until another group of McKinley kids in a large SUV parked outside Breadstix.
Kurt noticed Blaine’s demeanour stiffen instantly and felt the cool breeze as his boyfriend’s hand, which had been so tantalisingly close to his, disappeared into the pockets of the grey Dalton uniform pants. He looked across to Blaine and then cast his eyes to where Blaine was looking, seeing Karofsky and others laughing with the air of boisterous ownership that was so common in a group of popular high school students.
He squeezed Blaine’s shoulder quickly, recognising the tension suddenly in the air. “They won’t give us any trouble,” he said quietly, lifting his head and adopting a confident air as he continued walking. “Just keep walking. Nothing will happen.”
At that moment, Karofsky saw them, his eyes for a moment betraying his demeanour to show inner turmoil. But it was only for a second. As Blaine and Kurt approached, Karofsky grew even more animated with his friends, loudly regaling the others with stories of exploits with cheerleaders, while also steering the group into the restaurant before any confrontation could occur.
Blaine didn’t relax until they were a full block past Breadstix, and even then he kept a certain distance from Kurt as they walked together. After another couple of minutes, Kurt stopped abruptly and turned to Blaine, leaning against a light pole.
“You can’t react like that every time we see those kinds of people,” he glanced back in the direction of the restaurant before reaching out and taking Blaine’s hand. “We can’t be afraid of who we are - of what this is,” he squeezed the hand held in his. “What you said at Pavarotti’s burial was true - we’ve got each other now, and I won’t let them wreck the one thing that makes me truly happy.”
Blaine squeezed back and maintained the hold on Kurt’s hand as they continuing walking again. “I know...” he paused, “I know you want to believe that,” he said, “and I want nothing more than to be with you just like any other couple would be together - and I’m sure one day it will be possible.” He let his hand slip out of Kurt’s. “But the people in this town haven’t changed in the past couple of months. The people who called your dad’s workshop making threatening calls are still here… Karofsky is still the loud jock to all his friends regardless his recent actions and the Bully Whips thing - he could turn against you if he felt forced.” Blaine slowed to a stop as they reached Kurt’s house, turning towards him and taking both hands in his. “I am so lucky - and so happy - to have you in my life. I just think we need to be mindful of the world, and town, that we’re in.”
Kurt leaned against the front gate outside his house and let out a sigh. “I am mindful, I just so want for the world - this town - to catch up.”
“And they will,” Blaine smiled, reaching behind Kurt to open the gate. “In the meantime, as long as they’re not there yet I’m going to be a bit nervous. But it doesn’t mean I want to be with you any less. I am so taken with you I couldn’t stay away if I tried.”
The boys got to the front door and were standing smiling nervously at each other when it suddenly opened.
“Kurt! finally!” Burt appeared behind the door, grining and bedecked in red-checkered apron, brandishing a wooden spoon. “You missed the waterworks while I tackled the onions, but there’s still time to get into the -”, he paused, and took in the breathless looks on his son and Blaine’s face.
“You’re still going to help me out, right?” he looked to Kurt directly. “I mean, if you guys wanna hang out, get started on homework or something instead then that’s ok... as long as the door to your room’s open.”
“On no Mr Hummel I don’t want to intrude on your and Kurt’s time together,” Blaine started stepping back from the door. “I gotta get home anyway. My father...” he trailed off, looking at his feet.
Burt looked carefully at his son’s new boyfriend. “Family’s important, Blaine, but you’re welcome to be here anytime you want.” He paused as Blaine looked up to meet his eyes. “You wouldn’t be intruding at all.”
He let those words sink in for a moment before smiling brightly. “But you’re missing out on this stroganoff! Kurt’s supervision of my cooking usually ends with deliciousness...”
Blaine smiled weakly, blinking back the tear that had formed at Burt’s kindness. “No I really should get going, but I’ll look forward to enjoying you next culinary experiment.”
He turned to Kurt and paused, unsure of how to say goodbye. “Uh Dad?” Kurt raised his eyebrow, looking at his father pointedly. “A minute?”
“Oh right, sure.” Burt suddenly looked flustered and turned his attention to the wooden spoon, as if he wasn’t sure of its purpose. “I’ll be, ah... in the kitchen.”
As soon as Burt had disappeared down the hall, Kurt pulled Blaine inside the front door of the house, just out of view from the street, and hugged him tightly. “Give me a call later,” he whispered into Blaine’s neck. “And courage.”
Blaine returned the hug and then pressed his lips lightly against Kurt’s, pulling Kurt’s body closer to his again, opening his mouth slightly and deepening the kiss.
“Kurt - you need to tell me what to do with this orange-y powder!” Burt’s voice resonated through the house.
Blaine giggled mid-kiss and pulled away reluctantly. “Your prediction of a fine orange mist coating the kitchen is going to come true unless you get in there.” He brushed his hand against Kurt’s cheek by way of saying goodbye and turned towards the door. “I’ll call you later,” he said over his shoulder as he walked towards the gate, giving Kurt a cheeky wink.
“Bye!” Kurt waved shyly, just as an enormous crash sounded from the kitchen.
“I’m ok!” came Burt’s reassurance. “But I think the oven doesn’t like me.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and went inside, closing the door behind him.
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Link to Part 2.