fic: blink back to let me know
Title: Blink Back To Let Me Know
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 1840
Summary: Blaine hasn't even been at McKinley for a month and he's already lost count of how many times he's been slushied. He's fine with it. But Kurt's not.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title from the song Always by Panic At The Disco
Warnings: none.
A/N: Myself along with a few others from Tumblr are dying for Blaine to sing Always by P@TD in season 3. So I wrote it.
It was nearing the end of September and Blaine’s first month at McKinley.
The first day or so had been relatively normal. A few people staring at the new guy walking down the hall wasn’t anything new, after all. But the new guy instantly latching onto the glee club of all people? That wasn’t normal.
Especially the way they all joked with each other as if they had been friends for far longer than a day.
And then Kurt Hummel came into the picture. And things clicked into place for the student body of McKinley high school.
When Kurt walked up to the lunch table where the glee club sat with The New Guy “What’s his name again? Blaire or something?” he instantly grabbed the guy’s hand and leaned in to kiss his cheek, the new guy turning his head last second to kiss him square on the mouth.
Someone even dropped their lunch tray, they were so shocked.
By day two, the news had spread that The New Guy, Blaine Anderson, was not only already in the glee club, but he was Hummel’s boyfriend.
That made Blaine skyrocket to number two on the jock’s hit list (the number one spot still being held by Kurt. Really, he should feel honored).
By day three, there were taunts.
Day four, shoulder checks.
And with the first Friday of Blaine’s new school year came his first slushie.
He was mere barely halfway down the hall from Kurt’s locker when it happened, three of the football players stalking right up to him and launching the drinks at him with scarily precise accuracy, red and purple liquid smacking him right in the face and sliding down his chest.
The jocks didn’t say a word, just laughed to themselves as they continued on without blinking an eye.
Blaine gasped at the sensation, feeling like his whole body was experiencing a brain freeze. He vaguely heard the startled shout before a hand was wrapped around his arm and another was clearing away his face.
“Blaine, are you okay?!”
Kurt.
Blaine squinted his eyes open, red drops clinging to his eyelashes.
“C’mon.” Kurt said gently, leading him to the girl’s bathroom (Blaine didn’t even ask why the girl’s bathroom, his brain too frozen to form the question).
Kurt magically whipped a towel out of nowhere and, after settling Blaine on the lip of the counter, started cleaning his face off.
Once Blaine could see better, he saw the emotions on his boyfriend’s face. He saw the sadness and the fear and the anxiety and the anger in Kurt’s features.
He quickly put his hand over Kurt’s to stop what he was doing and make him look Blaine in the eye.
They remained quiet, conversing without words through their gazes.
Kurt nodded then before breaking away and nodding for Blaine to get down. He slid off the counter and ducked his head so Kurt could get most of the sticky substance out of his hair.
When he was done, Kurt turned towards his bag and produced a shirt. One of Blaine’s shirts.
“How did you-?”
Kurt shrugged, handing the shirt over, “I figured with you dating me and being in glee, you getting slushied would be inevitable. So when I was over last weekend I made sure to grab an extra shirt or two for you.”
Blaine leaned over and kissed Kurt’s cheek, murmuring a thanks before unbuttoning his now-ruined shirt and putting on the clean one.
When the bell rang, he made sure to leave the bathroom clutching Kurt’s hand tightly in his own.
**
After that, Blaine and the rest of the club got slushies almost weekly and Blaine took to having at least two changes of clothes in his locker at all times since he tended to jump in front of Kurt last second to take the brunt of the slushies for him.
It was a hassle, but Blaine didn’t mind.
Kurt, however, did.
It wasn’t even the end of September yet, and Kurt had already lost count on how many slushies had been thrown at him and Blaine since the beginning of the year.
He was fine with the slushies, he had to be after four years of them, but he hated the way Blaine would always jump in front of them to defend him.
Don’t get him wrong, he appreciated it, he did. He absolutely loved Blaine for how…how chivalrous it all was.
But he hated that Blaine had to go through that all the time. Because of him. For him.
It was when Blaine walked into their History class late one morning, skin stained slightly purple and a cut on his lip that Kurt knew was not there that morning, that made Kurt snap.
After class, he pulled Blaine aside and demanded to know what happened. It took some cajoling (read: threatening) on Kurt’s side before Blaine sighed, “It’s no big deal, Kurt. After they slushied me, they said some stupid shit about you and I told them to go fuck themselves and the next thing I knew one of them, Bryant I think his name is, turned and swung at me.” Blaine pointed to the cut on his lip before shrugging.
The anger coursing through Kurt made his blood boil and his eyes tear up (he always hated how his strong emotions always tended to make him cry) and he balled his hands into fists at his sides.
“Whoa, Kurt, babe…calm down. I’m fine, please don’t cry.”
He felt Blaine’s hands on either side of his face and he glanced up to see the concern on the older boy’s face.
The fight drained out of him and he sighed quietly before angrily rubbing at his face when a stray tear escaped.
“I just…they can’t do this. Not to you. I can’t let them do this to you.”
They both knew they were beyond late for class, but neither cared.
“Kurt, listen to me. I’m okay. And there’s…there’s nothing you can do. There’s nothing I want you to do. I don’t want you to get hurt for me.”
“And you think I want you to get hurt for me?” Kurt shot back, desperation flickering through his eyes.
Blaine shook his head, “No, but…I couldn’t let them get away with saying something about you. I’m sorry…”
“No. You have nothing to be sorry for just…Blaine…”Kurt looked into his boyfriend’s eyes again, his own eyes beginning to fill with tears.
“Kurt?”
Kurt took in a shaky breath before reaching up to grab one of Blaine’s hands, “Blaine maybe…maybe we shouldn’t be together. I-In school at least.”
“What?” Blaine breathed out. Kurt could feel the slight tremors moving through him through Blaine’s hands still on his face. “Y-you want to…break u-”
“No!” Kurt shouted; face heating up and glancing up and down the deserted hallway before continuing, “No, Blaine, I love you. Just…in school, maybe we shouldn’t be so…out, I guess.”
Blaine shook his head adamantly, pulling his hand out of Kurt’s grasp and gripping it instead, “No. They are not taking this from us, Kurt. They can’t touch us, remember? So don’t let them. Don’t let them try and get to you, Kurt, to us. Okay? Promise?”
Kurt stayed silent before nodding slowly.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s neck and pulled them close together tightly, Kurt’s arms winding around his waist instantly.
“I love you,” Blaine mumbled into his neck, feeling Kurt’s grip tighten minutely, “I love you so much and nothing and no one is going to take that away from me.”
He felt Kurt nod against his shoulder before they pulled back.
Blaine leaned forward and kissed under Kurt’s eye, catching a stray teardrop before lowering his mouth to kiss his lips softly.
“I love you.” Blaine whispered again against his lips before pulling away and readjusting the strap on his bag, “I’ll see you later.”
With one more hand squeeze he was gone, Kurt watching him walk down the hall before turning and walking the other way.
**
Kurt’s words rolled through Blaine’s mind the rest of the day and when it came time for glee club, he knew he had to get it out.
He was sitting bracketed by Kurt and Brittany when Mr. Schue came in and his hand instantly shot into the air, making Kurt scrunch his face in confusion.
“Oh, uh, yes Blaine?” Mr. Schuester asked as he put his things down on the piano and faced his kids.
“Mr. Schue, I was wondering if I could sing something? I uh…I have something I need to get off my chest…if that’s okay.”
Mr. Schue nodded before moving to the side, waving his hand, “The floor’s yours.”
Blaine nodded, squeezing Kurt’s hand in his before standing and going over to the corner to grab one of the spare guitars.
He sat on a stool in the middle of the floor, situating himself before beginning to strum lightly.
He lifted his head when he began to sing, eyes locking with Kurt’s across the room
When the world gets too heavy
put it on my back, I'll be your levy.
You are taking me apart
like bad glue on a get well card.
It was always you, falling for me
now there's always time calling for me.
I'm the light blinking at the end of the road,
blink back to let me know.
Kurt stared back wide-eyed, clutching Mercedes’ hand in his lap tightly as he continued to watch his boyfriend sing, memories of their talk from the morning coming back to him. He realized how stupid he was, even just contemplating the idea of not being with Blaine.
That I'm skin and bone,
just a king and a rusty throne.
Oh, the castle's under siege,
But the sign outside says "leave me alone.”
It was always you, falling for me
now there's always time calling for me.
I'm the light blinking at the end of the road,
blink back to let me know
It was always you.
Blink back to let me know.
It was always you.
Blaine carried out the last note, letting it fade with the strumming of the guitar before ending. The room was silent as both boys stared at each other before a smattering of applause filled the room and Mr. Schue was suddenly there clapping him on the back, “Great job, Blaine.”
He mumbled a thank you, pulling the guitar off and going back to his seat. Kurt gripped his hand tightly and scooted his chair over, closing the infinitesimal gap between them and leaning his head on Blaine’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered as Mr. Schue continued on with his lesson.
“Don’t be.” Blaine replied, tilting his head to rest against Kurt’s, his thumb tracing patterns on the top of Kurt’s hand.
“They can’t touch us, or what we have.” Kurt repeated, reaching his other hand over to hold Blaine’s in both of his.
Blaine turned his head to kiss Kurt’s hair before nuzzling back into it, “They never will.”
Follow me over on Tumblr at kissedmequiteinsane for further fic updates and ramblings.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 1840
Summary: Blaine hasn't even been at McKinley for a month and he's already lost count of how many times he's been slushied. He's fine with it. But Kurt's not.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title from the song Always by Panic At The Disco
Warnings: none.
A/N: Myself along with a few others from Tumblr are dying for Blaine to sing Always by P@TD in season 3. So I wrote it.
It was nearing the end of September and Blaine’s first month at McKinley.
The first day or so had been relatively normal. A few people staring at the new guy walking down the hall wasn’t anything new, after all. But the new guy instantly latching onto the glee club of all people? That wasn’t normal.
Especially the way they all joked with each other as if they had been friends for far longer than a day.
And then Kurt Hummel came into the picture. And things clicked into place for the student body of McKinley high school.
When Kurt walked up to the lunch table where the glee club sat with The New Guy “What’s his name again? Blaire or something?” he instantly grabbed the guy’s hand and leaned in to kiss his cheek, the new guy turning his head last second to kiss him square on the mouth.
Someone even dropped their lunch tray, they were so shocked.
By day two, the news had spread that The New Guy, Blaine Anderson, was not only already in the glee club, but he was Hummel’s boyfriend.
That made Blaine skyrocket to number two on the jock’s hit list (the number one spot still being held by Kurt. Really, he should feel honored).
By day three, there were taunts.
Day four, shoulder checks.
And with the first Friday of Blaine’s new school year came his first slushie.
He was mere barely halfway down the hall from Kurt’s locker when it happened, three of the football players stalking right up to him and launching the drinks at him with scarily precise accuracy, red and purple liquid smacking him right in the face and sliding down his chest.
The jocks didn’t say a word, just laughed to themselves as they continued on without blinking an eye.
Blaine gasped at the sensation, feeling like his whole body was experiencing a brain freeze. He vaguely heard the startled shout before a hand was wrapped around his arm and another was clearing away his face.
“Blaine, are you okay?!”
Kurt.
Blaine squinted his eyes open, red drops clinging to his eyelashes.
“C’mon.” Kurt said gently, leading him to the girl’s bathroom (Blaine didn’t even ask why the girl’s bathroom, his brain too frozen to form the question).
Kurt magically whipped a towel out of nowhere and, after settling Blaine on the lip of the counter, started cleaning his face off.
Once Blaine could see better, he saw the emotions on his boyfriend’s face. He saw the sadness and the fear and the anxiety and the anger in Kurt’s features.
He quickly put his hand over Kurt’s to stop what he was doing and make him look Blaine in the eye.
They remained quiet, conversing without words through their gazes.
Kurt nodded then before breaking away and nodding for Blaine to get down. He slid off the counter and ducked his head so Kurt could get most of the sticky substance out of his hair.
When he was done, Kurt turned towards his bag and produced a shirt. One of Blaine’s shirts.
“How did you-?”
Kurt shrugged, handing the shirt over, “I figured with you dating me and being in glee, you getting slushied would be inevitable. So when I was over last weekend I made sure to grab an extra shirt or two for you.”
Blaine leaned over and kissed Kurt’s cheek, murmuring a thanks before unbuttoning his now-ruined shirt and putting on the clean one.
When the bell rang, he made sure to leave the bathroom clutching Kurt’s hand tightly in his own.
**
After that, Blaine and the rest of the club got slushies almost weekly and Blaine took to having at least two changes of clothes in his locker at all times since he tended to jump in front of Kurt last second to take the brunt of the slushies for him.
It was a hassle, but Blaine didn’t mind.
Kurt, however, did.
It wasn’t even the end of September yet, and Kurt had already lost count on how many slushies had been thrown at him and Blaine since the beginning of the year.
He was fine with the slushies, he had to be after four years of them, but he hated the way Blaine would always jump in front of them to defend him.
Don’t get him wrong, he appreciated it, he did. He absolutely loved Blaine for how…how chivalrous it all was.
But he hated that Blaine had to go through that all the time. Because of him. For him.
It was when Blaine walked into their History class late one morning, skin stained slightly purple and a cut on his lip that Kurt knew was not there that morning, that made Kurt snap.
After class, he pulled Blaine aside and demanded to know what happened. It took some cajoling (read: threatening) on Kurt’s side before Blaine sighed, “It’s no big deal, Kurt. After they slushied me, they said some stupid shit about you and I told them to go fuck themselves and the next thing I knew one of them, Bryant I think his name is, turned and swung at me.” Blaine pointed to the cut on his lip before shrugging.
The anger coursing through Kurt made his blood boil and his eyes tear up (he always hated how his strong emotions always tended to make him cry) and he balled his hands into fists at his sides.
“Whoa, Kurt, babe…calm down. I’m fine, please don’t cry.”
He felt Blaine’s hands on either side of his face and he glanced up to see the concern on the older boy’s face.
The fight drained out of him and he sighed quietly before angrily rubbing at his face when a stray tear escaped.
“I just…they can’t do this. Not to you. I can’t let them do this to you.”
They both knew they were beyond late for class, but neither cared.
“Kurt, listen to me. I’m okay. And there’s…there’s nothing you can do. There’s nothing I want you to do. I don’t want you to get hurt for me.”
“And you think I want you to get hurt for me?” Kurt shot back, desperation flickering through his eyes.
Blaine shook his head, “No, but…I couldn’t let them get away with saying something about you. I’m sorry…”
“No. You have nothing to be sorry for just…Blaine…”Kurt looked into his boyfriend’s eyes again, his own eyes beginning to fill with tears.
“Kurt?”
Kurt took in a shaky breath before reaching up to grab one of Blaine’s hands, “Blaine maybe…maybe we shouldn’t be together. I-In school at least.”
“What?” Blaine breathed out. Kurt could feel the slight tremors moving through him through Blaine’s hands still on his face. “Y-you want to…break u-”
“No!” Kurt shouted; face heating up and glancing up and down the deserted hallway before continuing, “No, Blaine, I love you. Just…in school, maybe we shouldn’t be so…out, I guess.”
Blaine shook his head adamantly, pulling his hand out of Kurt’s grasp and gripping it instead, “No. They are not taking this from us, Kurt. They can’t touch us, remember? So don’t let them. Don’t let them try and get to you, Kurt, to us. Okay? Promise?”
Kurt stayed silent before nodding slowly.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s neck and pulled them close together tightly, Kurt’s arms winding around his waist instantly.
“I love you,” Blaine mumbled into his neck, feeling Kurt’s grip tighten minutely, “I love you so much and nothing and no one is going to take that away from me.”
He felt Kurt nod against his shoulder before they pulled back.
Blaine leaned forward and kissed under Kurt’s eye, catching a stray teardrop before lowering his mouth to kiss his lips softly.
“I love you.” Blaine whispered again against his lips before pulling away and readjusting the strap on his bag, “I’ll see you later.”
With one more hand squeeze he was gone, Kurt watching him walk down the hall before turning and walking the other way.
**
Kurt’s words rolled through Blaine’s mind the rest of the day and when it came time for glee club, he knew he had to get it out.
He was sitting bracketed by Kurt and Brittany when Mr. Schue came in and his hand instantly shot into the air, making Kurt scrunch his face in confusion.
“Oh, uh, yes Blaine?” Mr. Schuester asked as he put his things down on the piano and faced his kids.
“Mr. Schue, I was wondering if I could sing something? I uh…I have something I need to get off my chest…if that’s okay.”
Mr. Schue nodded before moving to the side, waving his hand, “The floor’s yours.”
Blaine nodded, squeezing Kurt’s hand in his before standing and going over to the corner to grab one of the spare guitars.
He sat on a stool in the middle of the floor, situating himself before beginning to strum lightly.
He lifted his head when he began to sing, eyes locking with Kurt’s across the room
When the world gets too heavy
put it on my back, I'll be your levy.
You are taking me apart
like bad glue on a get well card.
It was always you, falling for me
now there's always time calling for me.
I'm the light blinking at the end of the road,
blink back to let me know.
Kurt stared back wide-eyed, clutching Mercedes’ hand in his lap tightly as he continued to watch his boyfriend sing, memories of their talk from the morning coming back to him. He realized how stupid he was, even just contemplating the idea of not being with Blaine.
That I'm skin and bone,
just a king and a rusty throne.
Oh, the castle's under siege,
But the sign outside says "leave me alone.”
It was always you, falling for me
now there's always time calling for me.
I'm the light blinking at the end of the road,
blink back to let me know
It was always you.
Blink back to let me know.
It was always you.
Blaine carried out the last note, letting it fade with the strumming of the guitar before ending. The room was silent as both boys stared at each other before a smattering of applause filled the room and Mr. Schue was suddenly there clapping him on the back, “Great job, Blaine.”
He mumbled a thank you, pulling the guitar off and going back to his seat. Kurt gripped his hand tightly and scooted his chair over, closing the infinitesimal gap between them and leaning his head on Blaine’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered as Mr. Schue continued on with his lesson.
“Don’t be.” Blaine replied, tilting his head to rest against Kurt’s, his thumb tracing patterns on the top of Kurt’s hand.
“They can’t touch us, or what we have.” Kurt repeated, reaching his other hand over to hold Blaine’s in both of his.
Blaine turned his head to kiss Kurt’s hair before nuzzling back into it, “They never will.”
Follow me over on Tumblr at kissedmequiteinsane for further fic updates and ramblings.