p: kurt yir – pianokeysandbowties

quiet.

Kurt quirked an eyebrow playfully at Blaine, giggling softly at his response. “Well, I think you would be a thief by association then, but then again, I’m assuming that would be most of the school. Jeff and Nick have a habit of doing things big.” He chuckled, following after Blaine almost loyally up the steps, holding onto his hand and just wondering what was up there, and sure he’d like it, if it was something Blaine liked.

“Oh,” He whispered out, surprised as they entered the room, taking a second for his eyes to adjust, but the room looked wonderful. He was sure that it was a great secret hiding spot, everything looked warm and inviting, not the stark contrast of the clean downstairs of the school. Well, clean when Nick and Jeff were behaving, at least. He thought that this would be a great place to come hide and read sometimes.

Feeling the tug on his hands, Kurt followed Blaine towards the set of double doors. He watched Blaine, feeling a flush rising on his cheeks, but distracted as Blaine opened the door to the balcony. Still holding onto the others hand, he stepped forward a bit to look outside, and felt his heart leap on his chest. He’d always thought of Dalton as beautiful, but seeing it from this high up and this angle was breathtaking. He didn’t say anything at first, his face just breaking into a huge grin.

“See? I told you so,” Blaine whispered as his thumb pressed in tighter against the edge of Kurt’s hand. The rest of his fingers followed suit by lacing in deeper and absentmindedly flexing against the hollows between Kurt’s. He found himself ignoring the view below again for the one standing right beside him. Seeing Kurt burst into grin that made Blaine’s lips reflect it was worth every letter scribbled on the wall he’d–no doubt–have to shrug off later when asked about it and say he had no clue on who might’ve done that. There’s no way anyone in this school would think Kurt was the one to do it. And he’d leave it at that. Their secret. Just like this place was.

Making sure to look away before he was busted–Blaine leaned one shoulder against the window frame without letting the other boy go. The wood felt cool against his temple when he rested it there. “How lucky are we,” he kept whispering not wanting to ruin the moment by talking too loud. There was magic in the moment he didn’t want to lose and wouldn’t risk any chance of destroying it by breaking the spell Dalton had the power of casting on him–and by the looks of it Kurt. “Being here. Surrounded by this place,” his chin inclined towards the grounds as he peeked at Kurt. “I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be. It’s almost like your life before here doesn’t matter.”

Which is precisely what Blaine wanted before he came here. Though the other didn’t know how backstory. He figured Kurt would just talk it up to him waxing poetic and that was fine. “Not when you can lose yourself here. Sometimes it makes me feel so small in the grand scheme of things. How long it’ll exist after us and how long it did before but one thing will never change. It’s Dalton and it’s home. Sorry,” he grinned now embarrassed at gushing about his love affair for their school. “Sometimes what goes on in my mind just comes right out of my mouth. Even if it is sort of..” He shrugged and aimed his smile at the glow coming from the glass dome above the main building’s entry way, unsure of what to compare it to without further embarrassing himself.

kicking up dust.

Kurt was only slightly nervous at the way that Blaine laughed at his babbling; worried a little that maybe the other wouldn’t like it, but with the other moving their hands and pulling him against his side, he knew that he shouldn’t be. He tried not to shiver or tremble, even though he felt like an electric current ran through him as he was pressed against Blaine like that. He felt safe, warm, content, and for some reason it only made him keep babbling, to keep from getting too far into that feeling. He didn’t want to freak Blaine out or anything, after all. He wanted him to like him.

“Really?” His voice seemed to squeak faintly as Blaine stopped them and said he would love to sing with Kurt. His heart leapt in his chest and he was sure that the grin on his face couldn’t possibly get any larger. “I… I’m so glad, that’s amazing, and whenever you want or are free, it would be so great,” He babbled out again. He continued to follow Blaine’s lead, not questioning anything at all. However, when Blaine pulled out that key, his eyebrow did raise a bit.

“Oh, so you’re not like Nick and Jeff, with the stealing things?” He couldn’t help the light tease that left his lips, knowing full well that those two were huge trouble makers, and he was pretty sure he’d overheard them talking about hiding Wes’ gavel earlier. “Oh…” He gasped out softly then at seeing the stairs, but grinning and taking Blaine’s hand again. “It’s so amazing in here…” he stated softly, glancing at the other and flushing a bit again.

Blaine steepled his fingertips against his chest with a drop of his jaw and quick scoff of dramaticized hurt. “Me? A thief? Never. But I can’t say I haven’t shared some benefits of Jeff and Nick’s habitual sticky fingers. Mainly pranking other Warblers. So maybe I’m a thief-by-association, I guess?” Turning his smile towards the steps they climbed after making sure Kurt was okay with following–Blaine’s hand trailed up the long length of a wooden banister that’d seen better polishing days to a landing never letting go of Kurt’s hand. Unaware of the eyes on him–he glanced around the dimly lit room.

Heavy curtains were pulled open in spots with their white liners letting the late afternoon light shine through. Their steps on the dusty wooden floor kicked up specks to float around inside the beams. Tiny wisps danced and twirled from floor to ceiling. The spot must have been used as storage at one point. Chairs covered by heavy white tarps were in the corner. Stacks of old portraits that used to hang downstairs were neatly placed along the wall furthest from them. What the Warblers lucked out on was the old piano from their Common Room was placed inside it too and with careful care–it’d been brought back to tune. Chairs and timeworn couch framed a dark crimson rug in the center. What Blaine loved about this place most–other than the piano? Was where the gentle tug on Kurt’s hand lead him towards.

One of those large windows was actually a set of double doors that lead out onto a balcony. He didn’t really realize when the room faded and Kurt was the only thing he was looking at but when he did, his smile was bright, his face was warmer, his breath hitched like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “Come with me. I promise you’ll love this the most.” Breaking his too long stare by watching his hand push the door handle down, a crack and whine of old metal against metal echoed as he pushed the door open and nodded at the daylight and the smell of flowers and sunshine rushing in to mix with the old, dusty bookish smell of their hiding spot. “Check it out and if you don’t love Dalton a little bit more? I’ll eat my shoe.”