Even If You Never Love Me, Chapter 2
Author: SoBlonde1202
Rating: M
Genres: Angst, Romance, Drama
Warnings: Mild cussing
Spoilers: Up through Special Education
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Author's Notes: This is my original plot, guys! No prompts required! Big deal for me...
Summary: Kurt didn't immediately fall in love with Blaine. They're just friends, best friends, whose sexualities happen to be compatible. Or, so Kurt thought.
Word Count: 1392
Chapter 1
Finn looks confused, "I thought you guys were just friends."
Blaine swallows down all the pain and sadness threatening to bubble out of him and nods, "So does he."
Finn puts the mug of hot (cold) chocolate back on the coffee table where, knowing Finn, it will stay until someone else has the presence of mind of mind bring it to the sink. He drops into the recliner he's dubbed his own barring the presence of Burt and sighs, "Dude, heavy."
Blaine sits neatly upon his makeshift bed, "You're telling me."
"And Kurt has no idea?"
"Not a clue."
"Shit, Man."
"Pretty much."
"Ah, Dude, that speech Kurt made about just being friends must have-"
"Hurt me? Killed my spirit? Obliterated my soul? Yeah."
Finn tries to reassure, "You know Kurt didn't mean to."
"Of course not! Kurt would never hurt me."
Finn is taken aback by the conviction with which Blaine believes in Kurt's character. Sure, Finn likes the guy, but he can see his flaws. Anyone who has to wait an hour for the bathroom can see his flaws, but Blaine just might be blinded to them.
The definition of smitten is sitting in Finn's living room.
"So... uh... what are you going to do?"
"I just have to accept that he doesn't feel the same way," Blaine gives a sad little laugh as how impossible that has been. "Any advice?"
"Well, I don't know. I mean, maybe it isn't hopeless. I never thought I'd get together with Rachel when I really liked her, but I did."
"Why didn't you think it would work out?"
"Because I was dating Quinn at the time."
His tongue even tastes bitter as Blaine delivers his response, "So, you had two people romantically interested in you, and you thought that was comparable to the love of my life being offended by the thought of dating me?"
Finn holds up his hands in surrender, not expecting Scary Blaine, "Dude, I was just trying to help."
"You're right," all passion seeps out of Blaine as he deflates into the cushions, "that was out of line. I apologize."
"It's cool," Finn grins. "Kurt's said worse to me for moving his soy milk."
Blaine smiles gently at the thought of Kurt.
Finn notices, "Why don't you just, you know, tell him?"
"And risk losing him entirely? No chance." This thought has obviously occurred to Blaine before.
"So, you would rather spend the rest of your life lying and never get the chance to be with the person you love than risk a friendship?"
Blaine nods without hesitation, "Correct."
"That's... hardcore."
"Kurt's the most important person in the world to me. I could never lose him." Blaine looks haunted by the mere thought.
"Blaine, Kurt may be dramatic and intense, but he's not a jerk. If you tell him how you feel, he's not just going to walk out of your life. If he doesn't feel the same way, he'll probably just have a lady chat with you and discuss feelings and the future. But there's also a chance he does feel the same way."
Blaine snorts, unable to believe the possibility exists.
Finn frowns, but presses on, "You're an awesome dude, Blaine. You deserve to be happy. I feel the same way about Kurt. Just... think about it."
Blaine bites his lip, trying to squash the traitorous hope he feels filling his chest."
Finn can tell when a guy has been given so much information, any more will just bounce off his ear lobes. He stands, tells Blaine, "I meant what I said. Have a good night," and walks upstairs, forgetting why he'd ever left his room in the first place.
Blaine can't move his eyes from the corner of the coffee table. There's nothing particularly interesting about the wood there; he's just so deep in his thoughts his body is no longer responding.
What if Kurt likes him back?
Could there be a happily ever after? Would Kurt admit he'd been hiding deeper feelings, as well? Would they kiss, then? Would they set a date? Would they immediately 'make it official?' Would they go to prom together?
Would they get married? Or, whatever legal bonding the government saw fitting for them? Would they buy a house, get a dog, have kids?
Would they grow old together?
Or, would Kurt be mad at him for keeping this a secret? Would he hate him, feel their friendship was a lie?
Would everything suddenly be awkward? Would Kurt not want to be alone with him again? Would he make excuses not to hang out, try to always be with other people?
What if he doesn't feel the same way at all? What if they aren't even that close of friends? What if Kurt just puts up with him to be nice? He always visits Kurt, not the other way around. What if he's already destroying this relationship without even adding his true feelings to the mix?
"I can hear you thinking from my room."
Blaine gasps. It's Kurt, standing at the foot of the stairs, watching him. And he's just sitting here, being all weird and staring. And distracting. "I'm sorry! Am I keeping you up?"
Kurt almost laughs, thinking Blaine's playing along, but it's pretty obvious he's not. "I was kidding, Blaine. You know I can't actually sense thoughts... right?"
"Of course. I thought maybe I was talking without meaning to." That's legitimate, right?
"Oh, believe me. I understand that completely. I was just getting some water. Do you want some?"
"No, thank you. I've got this delicious cold, watery Nesquik sludge. I'm good."
Kurt laughs at the sarcasm as he brings the mug to the kitchen. He returns with two glasses of water, because he's perfect like that. He places them both on the coffee table before sitting next to Blaine. "So, I thought you were tired."
Blaine blends a nod and a shrug, "I've got a lot on my mind. Works better than coffee."
Kurt knocks shoulders, "Want to share the load?"
It's an in, but Blaine doesn't take it, "Nah, I think it needs a little more time to marinate before I let it see the light of day."
"All right, well, since we're up, how does another movie sound? I, for one, would not mind erasing the memory of Demon Doctor, or whatever that poor excuse for a movie was called."
"What if your dad catches us?"
Kurt's hand waves dismissively, "Finn and Puck stay up watching movies all the time."
Right. Burt wouldn't have a problem with that, because both relationships are non-romantic. Strictly friendships. Platonic.
Which Blaine would lose if he confessed his feelings.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Mindless happiness. Something I know all the words to so I don't even have to think." Kurt peruses the DVD shelves, one finger at his lips as the other points to titles, "Aha, I think we have a winner. 'When Harry Met Sally.' Romantic comedy classic, sure to warm hearts on even the snowiest of nights."
The plot line plays a little close to home, but if Blaine remembers the ending right, that might not be a bad thing. "Sure, sounds fun."
Kurt puts in the movie and returns to his seat on the couch, a good foot away from Blaine. It's not an unfriendly distance, but Blaine isn't gunning for friendly in the first place.
As the movie progresses, all low volume and soft light flickering in the dark room, Blaine finds himself sleepily leaning to the side. He desperately wants to lean against Kurt, like he did for warmth not three hours ago, but the pillows are safer. He finds himself drifting off to sleep before the on-screen couple ever realizes they belong together.
Just before unconsciousness can completely overtake him, he feels a warm weight settle on top of him. Arms surround him and Kurt mumbles sleepily, "I'm glad you're here, Blaine." Before Kurt can unwrap himself, get up, end this wonderful hug, he falls asleep.
Blaine feels like the luckiest guy on the planet. "I'm glad I'm here, too, Kurt. I love you." Blaine forces himself to stay awake, keeping as still as possible so he won't wake Kurt and have him remember this isn't how 'just friends' sleep, and just basks in Kurt's presence until sleep rudely steals him away.
Chapter 3
Rating: M
Genres: Angst, Romance, Drama
Warnings: Mild cussing
Spoilers: Up through Special Education
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Author's Notes: This is my original plot, guys! No prompts required! Big deal for me...
Summary: Kurt didn't immediately fall in love with Blaine. They're just friends, best friends, whose sexualities happen to be compatible. Or, so Kurt thought.
Word Count: 1392
Chapter 1
Finn looks confused, "I thought you guys were just friends."
Blaine swallows down all the pain and sadness threatening to bubble out of him and nods, "So does he."
Finn puts the mug of hot (cold) chocolate back on the coffee table where, knowing Finn, it will stay until someone else has the presence of mind of mind bring it to the sink. He drops into the recliner he's dubbed his own barring the presence of Burt and sighs, "Dude, heavy."
Blaine sits neatly upon his makeshift bed, "You're telling me."
"And Kurt has no idea?"
"Not a clue."
"Shit, Man."
"Pretty much."
"Ah, Dude, that speech Kurt made about just being friends must have-"
"Hurt me? Killed my spirit? Obliterated my soul? Yeah."
Finn tries to reassure, "You know Kurt didn't mean to."
"Of course not! Kurt would never hurt me."
Finn is taken aback by the conviction with which Blaine believes in Kurt's character. Sure, Finn likes the guy, but he can see his flaws. Anyone who has to wait an hour for the bathroom can see his flaws, but Blaine just might be blinded to them.
The definition of smitten is sitting in Finn's living room.
"So... uh... what are you going to do?"
"I just have to accept that he doesn't feel the same way," Blaine gives a sad little laugh as how impossible that has been. "Any advice?"
"Well, I don't know. I mean, maybe it isn't hopeless. I never thought I'd get together with Rachel when I really liked her, but I did."
"Why didn't you think it would work out?"
"Because I was dating Quinn at the time."
His tongue even tastes bitter as Blaine delivers his response, "So, you had two people romantically interested in you, and you thought that was comparable to the love of my life being offended by the thought of dating me?"
Finn holds up his hands in surrender, not expecting Scary Blaine, "Dude, I was just trying to help."
"You're right," all passion seeps out of Blaine as he deflates into the cushions, "that was out of line. I apologize."
"It's cool," Finn grins. "Kurt's said worse to me for moving his soy milk."
Blaine smiles gently at the thought of Kurt.
Finn notices, "Why don't you just, you know, tell him?"
"And risk losing him entirely? No chance." This thought has obviously occurred to Blaine before.
"So, you would rather spend the rest of your life lying and never get the chance to be with the person you love than risk a friendship?"
Blaine nods without hesitation, "Correct."
"That's... hardcore."
"Kurt's the most important person in the world to me. I could never lose him." Blaine looks haunted by the mere thought.
"Blaine, Kurt may be dramatic and intense, but he's not a jerk. If you tell him how you feel, he's not just going to walk out of your life. If he doesn't feel the same way, he'll probably just have a lady chat with you and discuss feelings and the future. But there's also a chance he does feel the same way."
Blaine snorts, unable to believe the possibility exists.
Finn frowns, but presses on, "You're an awesome dude, Blaine. You deserve to be happy. I feel the same way about Kurt. Just... think about it."
Blaine bites his lip, trying to squash the traitorous hope he feels filling his chest."
Finn can tell when a guy has been given so much information, any more will just bounce off his ear lobes. He stands, tells Blaine, "I meant what I said. Have a good night," and walks upstairs, forgetting why he'd ever left his room in the first place.
Blaine can't move his eyes from the corner of the coffee table. There's nothing particularly interesting about the wood there; he's just so deep in his thoughts his body is no longer responding.
What if Kurt likes him back?
Could there be a happily ever after? Would Kurt admit he'd been hiding deeper feelings, as well? Would they kiss, then? Would they set a date? Would they immediately 'make it official?' Would they go to prom together?
Would they get married? Or, whatever legal bonding the government saw fitting for them? Would they buy a house, get a dog, have kids?
Would they grow old together?
Or, would Kurt be mad at him for keeping this a secret? Would he hate him, feel their friendship was a lie?
Would everything suddenly be awkward? Would Kurt not want to be alone with him again? Would he make excuses not to hang out, try to always be with other people?
What if he doesn't feel the same way at all? What if they aren't even that close of friends? What if Kurt just puts up with him to be nice? He always visits Kurt, not the other way around. What if he's already destroying this relationship without even adding his true feelings to the mix?
"I can hear you thinking from my room."
Blaine gasps. It's Kurt, standing at the foot of the stairs, watching him. And he's just sitting here, being all weird and staring. And distracting. "I'm sorry! Am I keeping you up?"
Kurt almost laughs, thinking Blaine's playing along, but it's pretty obvious he's not. "I was kidding, Blaine. You know I can't actually sense thoughts... right?"
"Of course. I thought maybe I was talking without meaning to." That's legitimate, right?
"Oh, believe me. I understand that completely. I was just getting some water. Do you want some?"
"No, thank you. I've got this delicious cold, watery Nesquik sludge. I'm good."
Kurt laughs at the sarcasm as he brings the mug to the kitchen. He returns with two glasses of water, because he's perfect like that. He places them both on the coffee table before sitting next to Blaine. "So, I thought you were tired."
Blaine blends a nod and a shrug, "I've got a lot on my mind. Works better than coffee."
Kurt knocks shoulders, "Want to share the load?"
It's an in, but Blaine doesn't take it, "Nah, I think it needs a little more time to marinate before I let it see the light of day."
"All right, well, since we're up, how does another movie sound? I, for one, would not mind erasing the memory of Demon Doctor, or whatever that poor excuse for a movie was called."
"What if your dad catches us?"
Kurt's hand waves dismissively, "Finn and Puck stay up watching movies all the time."
Right. Burt wouldn't have a problem with that, because both relationships are non-romantic. Strictly friendships. Platonic.
Which Blaine would lose if he confessed his feelings.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Mindless happiness. Something I know all the words to so I don't even have to think." Kurt peruses the DVD shelves, one finger at his lips as the other points to titles, "Aha, I think we have a winner. 'When Harry Met Sally.' Romantic comedy classic, sure to warm hearts on even the snowiest of nights."
The plot line plays a little close to home, but if Blaine remembers the ending right, that might not be a bad thing. "Sure, sounds fun."
Kurt puts in the movie and returns to his seat on the couch, a good foot away from Blaine. It's not an unfriendly distance, but Blaine isn't gunning for friendly in the first place.
As the movie progresses, all low volume and soft light flickering in the dark room, Blaine finds himself sleepily leaning to the side. He desperately wants to lean against Kurt, like he did for warmth not three hours ago, but the pillows are safer. He finds himself drifting off to sleep before the on-screen couple ever realizes they belong together.
Just before unconsciousness can completely overtake him, he feels a warm weight settle on top of him. Arms surround him and Kurt mumbles sleepily, "I'm glad you're here, Blaine." Before Kurt can unwrap himself, get up, end this wonderful hug, he falls asleep.
Blaine feels like the luckiest guy on the planet. "I'm glad I'm here, too, Kurt. I love you." Blaine forces himself to stay awake, keeping as still as possible so he won't wake Kurt and have him remember this isn't how 'just friends' sleep, and just basks in Kurt's presence until sleep rudely steals him away.
Chapter 3