Some much needed rest
The last few days had been absolute hell for Kurt. He’d been forced to leave Blaine behind at the competition because he’d had some photo shoots to do, as well as a couple of concerts and he really still had been feeling completely and utterly burned out. The concerts had been the worst, because they required spending so much energy while bouncing around and dancing on stage. In fact, by the end of the last one he’d had a moment when he’d thought he was going to pass out. Thankfully one of the dancers had picked up on it and gone over to steady him, making it look like it had been part of the plan all along. He’d been supposed to play another few songs but that hadn’t happened. Rachel had actually taken him to the hospital to make sure he was alright, and they’d just told them he needed a break. Which suited Kurt fine because he’d been DYING to take a vacation.
“It’s alright Rachel. Really. I’ll take my week off and then I’ll be back to normal” he’d said tiredly, trying to reassure her. “It’s just.. it’s been four years and I’ve barely even had a weekend off to myself. I’m going to go on a vacation with Blaine, and we’re going to go somewhere secret and I’m not taking my phone.” he stated. “I just need a complete break. I promise I’ll contact you if I need to but I just want a week where I can just be me and not deal with all of the publicity.” Rachel had nodded a little and that had been it.
He’d rented a small tropical island. The place only had one house and a small boathouse for the boat they could use. He’d rented it under a false name and he’d taken every possible measure to make sure no one found out he was going there. He’d actually gone far enough to wear a wig and massive sunglasses when at the airport too and now he was on the boat heading towards the island. The person driving him didn’t even seem to know who he was so he’d taken off his glasses and wig and was letting the air gust through his hair. Blaine would be coming out the day after and it would just be the two of them. The house had been stocked up on every possible thing they might need. Countless cans of various soda, but mostly diet coke, and any food or snack a person could dream of.
When he got there he grabbed his bag, which really just had swim shorts and shirts, sweat pants and t-shirts and nothing fancy. Not once did he plan on dressing up in anything less comfortable than sweatpants. No one was going to see them anyway, and Blaine.. well Blaine was Blaine, he wasn’t going to judge him for wanting to be comfortable. This was all about complete relaxation and nothing else.
The first nice was spent laying out on the beach and watching the stars, and eventually he actually fell asleep on the beach, curling up under a blanket he’d brought with him and that’s where he was, still curled up by the time Blaine was supposed to arrive the next day.
Autumn Weddings and Reunions || Klaine
Chilled breezes, leaves shifting from hues of greens to richer golds, reds, and oranges, the crisp, telling scent of autumn’s arrival, all of it left Blaine nostalgic. For a young man on the cusp of finding his way in the world, Blaine had been experiencing a twinge of loneliness, as of late. The cool air made him miss the simplest things. It was perfect sweater weather, sipping coffee taking a casual stroll through a nearby park. If a person was lucky enough, the hand not being warmed by the hot beverage, might have the privilege of another hand curled around it, fingers intertwined. Unfortunately for a certain dark haired, twenty-something, fresh from college, his hand remained tucked in the pocket of his trousers for warmth as he walked along.
It was mid-October and Blaine found himself dressed in a long sleeved shirt, each pesky curl on his head gelled precisely in place, burning time by sipping a medium drip a few blocks from the cabin. The cabin in which he’d be staying with the old gang until the comically dubbed ‘Puckleberry’ wedding. Despite his own inner conflicts about dwelling in the same house as his ex, Blaine was elated to be a part of Rachel’s day. Far too much time always passed between gatherings, what with everyone being in different parts of the country. Out of everyone it seemed Blaine saw Rachel and Kurt the least of anyone.
Kurt. There was the root of Blaine’s real turmoil. His ex-boyfriend had been on his mind quite a lot recently for one reason or another. Mainly because Sam had not so innocently decided to point out that Blaine had been subconsciously trying to replace the boy for years. Blaine really hated when Sam was right. There were moments his blonde friend was wiser than he wanted to give him credit. A few months back, Blaine had gotten creative and bold, finding a sneaky way to communicate with Kurt. Honestly, it had started innocently enough. Blaine would just browse Kurt’s fashion blog every now and then. Then he got daring enough to leave little comments under an alias. From there the comments turned into small, friendly exchanges. It was his link to Kurt. A dose of solace because Blaine had long since come to the terms that the rumor was true. You never fully get over your first and Kurt was his first everything.
Somewhere between drinking the last of his medium drip and his tangled web of thoughts, Blaine had made his way to the small Oxford cabin, finding it swarming with familiar faces. After exchanging a few greetings, Blaine sought out seat towards the middle of the congregation of friends. Sugar, bubbly and oblivious as ever, came over, after Blaine seated himself on a well-cushioned couch, legs crossed and hands folded in his lap. He gave her a side hug, smiling at her gratefully for not letting him be the odd man out. His emotions were a mix of excitement for Rachel and his own nervousness at coming face to face with Kurt. So, a friendly face was just what he needed as they waited for the arrival of the rest of their friends.
Meet me halfway - Klaine
Blaine Devon Anderson was really happy he had his first job. And as teacher, that means he could teach kids and learn them something. He always wanted to do that and this was his chance. So when he was done talking with principal Figgins he decided he deserve a break just before he would start with his very first day.
Blaine was walking down the hallway towards the bleachers outside. It was beautiful weather and Blaine totally loved it. So when he was walking towards it he saw a student sitting on one of the seats, which makes Blaine frowned. Did principal Figgins just told him, the students had a lesson right now? But he could figure out why the student wasn’t in class. It wasn’t a ‘regular’ student, in fact it was a skank or an emo kid. Whatever it was, Blaine couldn’t help but stare at him, he was beautiful for a kid with a leather skinny jeans, a leather jacket with studs. As well with (which he could see) a eyebrow piercing and a few piercings in his ear. It was hot, yes, Blaine couldn’t deny that. Apparently he got the student’s attention because he was looking up and looking arrogant.
Kurt hat hated that text-message session with Blaine where he’d had to tell him that he wasn’t going to make it to the show that Saturday. It was the most hateful thing he could ever remember having to do and it just killed him. All he wanted to do was to be there for Blaine and these stupid interviews were just taking over. It wasn’t worth being at all these interviews and shows and this Saturday’s interview was coupled with a photo shoot as well, one of those fashion ones that always made him feel completely out of his element and awkward. As far as he was concerned he wasn’t a model, he wasn’t nearly good looking enough to be a model, yet somehow these people seemed to want him to do it and who was he to say no? Without all this stuff his career wouldn’t have gone anywhere.
Which was why, despite how close it would be cutting things, he was going to make it to Blaine’s show. It was the most important thing in his life right now and he just wanted to focus on his soulmate. This was also why he found himself sprinting full speed through the airport, his security detail trailing behind him but they were having issues keeping up with him. “WAIT!” he called as he saw the woman was about to close the gate. “Wait! Please!” he yelled and managed to slide on a piece of paper and go crashing into the door, full speed. Within seconds there was a complete commotion as his security guard was helping him to his feet and the woman was staring wide eyed before speaking into a small walkie talkie like item to hold the doors.
“Thank you!” he said in a very out of breath way, and then tugged himself away from the security guard. “I’m alright, thank you, just let me board the plane, no need to make everyone wait for me.” he added and smiled at the woman, giving her his boarding card and trying to ignore the intense ache in his arm. “Thank you again!” he added as he rushed into the hallway and the plane, apologizing to the stewardess as he hurried off to his seat. People were staring at him, which wasn’t surprising and a hushed whisper broke out among a group of girls sitting a few rows behind him. They were all taking photos shamelessly as he was getting into his seat and he could feel annoyance rise in his chest.
Instead of doing anything about it, he put his headphones on and leaned back in the seat, trying to catch his breath. By the time they landed, his arm still ached like hell, but he still ignored it and went to pick up his luggage, for once grateful that one of the security guards insisted on carrying his bags. They dropped him off at the concert hall where Blaine would be sining and he rushed inside, letting the bags be dealt with by someone else. He HAD to make it there to see Blaine preform. Once he reached the entrance to the hall he skidded to a halt and took a deep breath before hurrying inside as quietly as he could and moving easily past the security people and up to the edge of the stage where he was SURE Blaine would be able to spot him.
Today was the day. It had to be today or else he’d go crazy. He’d literally been keeping track of each and every one of them and now that he felt to the point he was irrationally angered by it he knew he had to do something. But was he doing it because those were the rules or was he doing it because he was jealous? Maybe it was both but what did it matter?
Looking up from his desk he watched them closely. Four days had passed, today being the fifth. Four long days of watching them talk, share their lunches, and find excuses to pass one another’s work stations just so they could flirt or bat their eyes at each other. It was almost disgusting and Kurt knew that he couldn’t be in a frame of mind like this. He couldn’t have hatred in his build up with the job he had because that would lead to something happening that shouldn’t.
When Tina made her way across the room again, obviously on her way to Blaine’s desk, he got up quickly and abruptly cut her off. No blinker, no warning. Had these been vehicles she would have rear-ended him.
Licking his lips, knowing this looked a bit, well, awkward now, Kurt cleared his throat. ”I need to speak to you.” He stated firmly, looking around the room and ignoring Tina as she left with a disappointed scoff. ”Now. I mean, please,” he knew he looked flustered despite trying to swallow his temper. ”Privately.”
Just a Tour
Why on Earth did Kurt drive to school, the last place he ever wanted to go back to? Why on Earth did he agree to meet up with Blaine, the last person he wanted to meet up with? Kurt really needed to get some backbone and find the missing screw from his head. He honestly had no idea what had been going on in his head lately. He knew that something was wrong with him when he found Blaine attractive and he knew that he needed mental help when he jumped at the offer to show him around. The boy was just asking for trouble wasn’t he?
Kurt parked his car and let his head fall back onto the headrest. He had no idea what to expect from Blaine. He only really met the boy once and talked to him online. The only thing he got out of him were crude comments and a snarky attitude. He felt something for the boy, mostly a strong dislike. So again, why was he putting himself through this?
Things Change [Klaine]
Days like this happened and he knew it. Days like this happened and he knew it but he also knew that they shouldn’t. He couldn’t even call it a rookie mistake because they all did at some point, misjudged or assumed positive intent at the complete wrong moment. But then again if you didn’t know how to do the job, you shouldn’t be doing it. He couldn’t very well tell that to Blaine because he didn’t want him to and because he knew the job was something he more than knew how to do. Though it wasn’t a happy hour type of day, they both ended up at the bar and they were both saving special words for one another but they weren’t going to reveal themselves willingly.
“Watch what you’re doing,” Kurt snapped and quickly caught Blaine’s beer bottle before it tipped over and spilled into Kurt’s lap. ”Trust me, you’ll live longer if you do,” he mumbled under his breath.