Hands gripped firmly around the band of his leather designer schoolbag, Kurt anxiously eyed the way leading up to his final destination; teeth sinking down into his bottom lip before deciding to take a deep breath as he started the eerily quiet walk towards the popular restaurant’s main entrance.
He knew he was probably being silly– that Karofsky couldn’t possibly be having a stakeout at Breadstix at his expense just to have another go at him outside of his usual bullying hours; not during the height of the football season. And yet, here he was, terrified and anxious all the same, his heart permanently stuck in his throat yet determined to make it inside as he knew Blaine would be waiting for him; his head held high and keeping strong for the both of them as Blaine had promised him this was no longer going to be a lone battle.
Pushing the doors open, Kurt couldn’t help but feel anything but relieved; a newly bubbling sense of excitement rapidly extinguishing any anxiety still left festering inside of him as he watched his new Warbler friend quickly make his way toward him. “Hi,” he greeted him, his voice almost breathless despite definitely not just having engaged in any form of high level physical activity. "It’s good to see you, too.“ His lips curved up into a gentle smile as he was shortly met with the other’s excitement regarding his earlier promise. If only. “There’s… definitely free breadsticks.”
Blaine’s head tilted when he, finally, took a good look at his new friend. After hearing about his day and how stressful it was, he needed to check to see if Kurt was alright. Since their meeting, that had been his main goal. Every day. To be there to make sure Kurt was okay and knew he had someone on his side that wasn’t a fair weather friend but one who planned on staying for the long haul. Regardless of what that “long haul” would bring? Blaine was going to be there to help pull it along. No if’s, and’s, or but’s.
A quizzitive gaze read back and forth over Kurt’s. After the initial excitement at seeing him again, making sure he was okay was precisely what Blaine did. Kurt’s rather quick breaths caught his attention. The way his dark eyebrows burrowed together and made a crease of concern appear between them hinted that Blaine was wondering why Kurt was so breathless. Did he jog inside? Or was there more to it than that? Was he relieved that Blaine was actually there? If the other had doubts that he would show up, that was the last thing he wanted.
“You, um, weren’t worried that I wouldn’t show up, were you?” He wondered if that was it and the quesion came with a gente curiosity. Meanwhile, he waited for Kurt to lead them to the fabled table–his smile returning as he brushed his shoulder against Kurt’s. “Come on. Anyone would have to be crazy to stand you up,” he tried to get another smile out of the boy by laughing quietly, “And as far as I know? I’m not crazy.”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I don’t think he was really named after anyone, actually. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) If I didn’t know better, I’d almost start to think you a little jealous. 😉 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Rest assured, we kind of have this mutual agreement. He doesn’t spill any of our deepest darkest secrets up on his blog and I don’t tell anyone about his apparently ongoing obsession with The Notebook. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) If only I hadn’t already told Rachel.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Jealous?? No way! At least if I have two arms and great pancake making skills to offer you. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Which is one arm and not cereal out of the box for breakfast more than he could ever give. So! I’ve got that going for me if nothing else! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m glad you made your pact with Bruce. Do you trust him to hold up to his end of the deal? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Wait! You told Rachel?! How did I not hear about this if she knows? That’s more mindblowing than half torso Bruce in a shady chest under the bed!
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Okay. I believe you. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Marc Jacobs. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I guess I’ll be seeing you at Breadstix. 🙂
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Sailing. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) See you at Breadstix! 🙂
Getting a chance to see Kurt in person for the first time since Kurt’s charming but failed attempt to be the next James Bond was something Blaine looked forward to since Kurt left the private school. Their conversation struck a chord deep inside the Warbler for more reasons than he skimmed over for Kurt to know that he understood what he was going through perfectly because he’d been there. Blaine quickly found himself wanting to be a friend who could offer that understanding. Kurt, obviously, needed it. No one should feel alone as the lost look on the boy’s face that made Blaine’s heart ache proved Kurt was. Well. Not anymore. And never again if Blaine had anything to say or do about it.
Settled into the small waiting area just inside the restaurant doors–Blaine plucked at the hem of his peacoat sleeve and waited for the other boy to show up. His chin was tucked into a dark burgundy scarf and a quiet hum filled the silence, except for the conversations of people coming and going, with a melody he made up as he went along. When the door opened–curious hazel eyes glanced up and as soon as he caught sight of who he was waiting for? Blaine stood up and brushed his hands together, smiling wide as he caught his attention.
“Hey! Kurt. It’s so good to see you,” he moved to clasp Kurt’s shoulder out of habit (Warblers, sheesh) but seemed to catch himself and waved towards the dining area with a semi-apologetic sidelong tug of the corner of his mouth. “So, do I get to see the secret table? I’ve been looking forward to it the entire drive,” he teased lightly, “Tell me it’s free. Or I’ll be heartbroken??”
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I think the whole private school uniform definitely suits you. 🙂 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I guess there’s always going to be self-expression through song. And other hobbies. Other than occasionally enjoying the really good latte between class hours. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Only if you so happen to decide to hog it from us.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Why thank you, Kurt. 🙂 ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Speaking of which. Tell me more about what you like? How about one thing now? The rest we can save for dinner conversation. Deal? Name anything, other than our common love for music and performing, that you enjoy. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I promise I won’t try to stake Dalton’s claim on your table. Warbler’s honor.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) A Bruce. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I really don’t think that’ll be necessary. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Unless you’d much rather have a pillow for a fiancé. 😝
( mssg » kurt | sent ) A Bruce? You named him Bruce? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Like Bruce Banner or Bruce Wayne? There’s a world of a difference on the kind of guy he is based off the answer. I feel like I should get to know him. Since he’s been staying under our bed for longer than I’ve lived here. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
He knows more secrets about us than anyone considering his living arrangements. We should keep a close watch on him in case he starts to spread rumors that aren’t really untrue. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Okay. Okay. I’d rather have you as my
fiancé. But if what we did Friday night when we had the place to ourselves gets out? Just know that it wasn’t my fault.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I’m glad at least one of us seems to think this entertaining. 😳 ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I don’t know. I mean, obviously, we were going through a tough time, I wasn’t sleeping and spending a lot of my time online shopping on Ambien, and I guess one of those days he just… kind of ended up showing up on my doorstep. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) And he’s been hiding out in my bedroom ever since. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Again, do not judge.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I happen to be finding this very entertaining.
😂 ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Okay. Makes sense. I’ve heard of people buying weirder things on Ambien.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Wait. No. No, I haven’t. Half a torso and an arm takes the cake! Haha! ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’m kidding. I think it’s beyond cute that you have a.. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) What is this thing called? Can we keep him on the bed?
( mssg » blaine | sent ) I suppose I have been known to wear a kilt to class on numerous occasion. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Spaghetti and meatballs will definitely make for a pretty great temporary distraction. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) 🙂
( mssg » kurt | sent ) A kilt, huh? I’d never be able to pull off that look but kudos to you for doing so. Wearing a darker or lighter shade of gray slacks is about as adventurous as it gets at Dalton. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) You had me at spaghetti.
😛
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I got a smile? Mission complete.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Apparently some beg to differ. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) I’m not sure if anything would work for as far as Karofsky’s concerned but… I’m really starting to think I don’t have too many other options. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Maybe one of these days I’ll finally be lucky enough to run into my own personal Judy Garland and conjure up just the right amount of lionly courage to do so.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) Whoever these “some” are? They’re wrong. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I might not be Judy Garland. God knows, I’ll never compare to her but I’ll help you see the courage in yourself that’s already there. Day in and day out, you are unapologetically you. That takes more courage in your pinky finger than those “some people” have in their whole bodies.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) You know you wouldn’t have to do it alone, don’t you? Whatever you need? I’m here. You’re not alone anymore. Especially not in this.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) Oh, God. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) Please, don’t judge. ( mssg » blaine | sent ) He kind of stems from a darker time period.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I promise. No judgement here. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) You know how the saying goes? We all have a skeleton or two in our closet? Yours just happens to be in a trunk underneath the mattress. 😂
( mssg » kurt | sent ) What’s his story? How did you two meet?
( mssg » kurt | sent ) I think I should call 911. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
I seem to have found half a torso with an arm inside a trunk underneath the bed. I don’t think this guy’s going to make it, Kurt. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Know his info? I think the police might need it for the report. 😆
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