Glee: That Time of Year
Title: That Time of Year
Rating: G
Summary: In which Blaine is nervous and his mom is too much of a parent- because no one's really touched on Blaine's family yet. Kind of companion to Of New Snow and Uncertainty but you don't need to read that one to understand this one.
Nikki-Note: In part three that damn tree will finally be trimmed...
Something about winter seemed so soothing. The snow fell so quietly, so lightly. The music was gentle, there’s no screamo Christmas music, at least, Blaine doesn’t know of any. The cold weather keeps everyone inside, bundled up in front of fireplaces with hot tea and soft conversations. Winter is soothing, calming.
Usually.
This winter started out alright. It was just starting to get cold when he met Kurt Hummel for the first time. The first frost of the season had covered his car when he drove to Lima to help Kurt chase away his bullies and maybe scare away some of his own old demons too. It was snowing the first time Kurt called him and asked him to help him decorate his Christmas tree. And now it’s still snowing and, Blaine thinks he should feel relaxed and incredibly lucky, he mostly feels kind of sick and ridiculously nervous.
Blaine knows it’s not a date, not technically, but it doesn’t feel any less like one.
Actually, it feels more like a date than anything else Blaine has ever done before. There have been other crushes, other dates, other relationships, but there’s never been another sweet soprano with a voice like candy asking him if he’d maybe like to stay for dinner too.
In short, there’s never been a Kurt before and Blaine… well, he isn’t really sure what to do.
He checks his hair in his mirror one more time before throwing on his coat.
“Mom, I’m going out, I won’t be too late,” he hollers over his shoulder as he starts out to his car.
“Wait!” comes the voice from the living room. He swears softly under his breath and drops his hand from the doorknob. “Stop. Turn around,” the disembodied voice continues.
A small woman with her son’s dark curly hair steps into the foyer.
“Where are you going?”
“To a friend’s,” Blaine responds honestly enough.
She takes in her son’s appearance- dark denim jeans and a sweater instead of the worn, frayed things she been trying to secretly throw away for years that he usually wears to his friends’ homes on Saturday afternoons. She narrows her eyebrows.
“What’s his name?” she asks and when Blaine groans she’s know she’s guessed correctly.
“Kurt,” he says finally, assuming there’s no way out of his mom’s third degree.
“And this Kurt, are his parents home today?”
Blaine nods, not sure if it’s true, but guessing the opposite answer will get him out of his house later rather than sooner.
“Okay,” she says slowly, reluctant to let him get away that easily. “Keep your phone on.”
“I will.”
“Be home by ten.”
“I will.”
“Don’t do anything stupid,” she says meaningfully.
“Really, Mom? I’m leaving now,” he says before she goes any further. He hears her mutter, “At least he can’t get anyone pregnant,” under her breath as his steps outside into the snow.
He takes his phone out before pulling out of the driveway.
Message Sent to Kurt
I’m on my way. Can’t wait to see you.
30 miles away, Kurt Hummel clutched his phone to his chest and grinned like a fool.
Rating: G
Summary: In which Blaine is nervous and his mom is too much of a parent- because no one's really touched on Blaine's family yet. Kind of companion to Of New Snow and Uncertainty but you don't need to read that one to understand this one.
Nikki-Note: In part three that damn tree will finally be trimmed...
Something about winter seemed so soothing. The snow fell so quietly, so lightly. The music was gentle, there’s no screamo Christmas music, at least, Blaine doesn’t know of any. The cold weather keeps everyone inside, bundled up in front of fireplaces with hot tea and soft conversations. Winter is soothing, calming.
Usually.
This winter started out alright. It was just starting to get cold when he met Kurt Hummel for the first time. The first frost of the season had covered his car when he drove to Lima to help Kurt chase away his bullies and maybe scare away some of his own old demons too. It was snowing the first time Kurt called him and asked him to help him decorate his Christmas tree. And now it’s still snowing and, Blaine thinks he should feel relaxed and incredibly lucky, he mostly feels kind of sick and ridiculously nervous.
Blaine knows it’s not a date, not technically, but it doesn’t feel any less like one.
Actually, it feels more like a date than anything else Blaine has ever done before. There have been other crushes, other dates, other relationships, but there’s never been another sweet soprano with a voice like candy asking him if he’d maybe like to stay for dinner too.
In short, there’s never been a Kurt before and Blaine… well, he isn’t really sure what to do.
He checks his hair in his mirror one more time before throwing on his coat.
“Mom, I’m going out, I won’t be too late,” he hollers over his shoulder as he starts out to his car.
“Wait!” comes the voice from the living room. He swears softly under his breath and drops his hand from the doorknob. “Stop. Turn around,” the disembodied voice continues.
A small woman with her son’s dark curly hair steps into the foyer.
“Where are you going?”
“To a friend’s,” Blaine responds honestly enough.
She takes in her son’s appearance- dark denim jeans and a sweater instead of the worn, frayed things she been trying to secretly throw away for years that he usually wears to his friends’ homes on Saturday afternoons. She narrows her eyebrows.
“What’s his name?” she asks and when Blaine groans she’s know she’s guessed correctly.
“Kurt,” he says finally, assuming there’s no way out of his mom’s third degree.
“And this Kurt, are his parents home today?”
Blaine nods, not sure if it’s true, but guessing the opposite answer will get him out of his house later rather than sooner.
“Okay,” she says slowly, reluctant to let him get away that easily. “Keep your phone on.”
“I will.”
“Be home by ten.”
“I will.”
“Don’t do anything stupid,” she says meaningfully.
“Really, Mom? I’m leaving now,” he says before she goes any further. He hears her mutter, “At least he can’t get anyone pregnant,” under her breath as his steps outside into the snow.
He takes his phone out before pulling out of the driveway.
Message Sent to Kurt
I’m on my way. Can’t wait to see you.
30 miles away, Kurt Hummel clutched his phone to his chest and grinned like a fool.