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Saturday
Blaine pov:
I hate this. I hate obsessing over someone I barely even know. I hate that he’s upset with me, and doesn’t want to talk to me about it. Is he upset because I stood up for him? Or because I care? Is he uncomfortable? The questions race through my mind. How do I reach him, show him I care?
Even though he ignored my previous message, I send him another one.
Me: Kurt, please don’t ignore me. What’s going on? I’m here for you. Meet me at the greenwoods park at 2 in the afternoon today, I’ll be there. Let’s talk.
it’s the only thing I can think of doing at this point. If he doesn’t show up, at least I’ll know that I can give this up. It was stupid of me to start liking this guy in the first place. Still, some part of me hopes that he’ll be there anyways, dressed like someone who doesn’t belong in this shitty town.
2 o’clock rolls around, and I sit on a bench near the gates of the park. I brought a bag with a book in it, just in case he doesn’t show up. At least then I’ll look like I belong in this forsaken park. I glance over my watch, 2:05. “He’s not coming, is he? I should’ve known.” I think to myself. My internal monologue is interrupted by a hand on my shoulder. I look up, and see what appears to be an angel, but after blinking I realise it’s Kurt in white clothes.
“I’m sorry”, he immediately says, sitting down next to me. “I- I don’t know what’s going on with me.” “Kurt, don’t apologize. I’m just worried, that’s all.” “but that’s just the thing! I don’t want you to worry, especially not for me. I don’t deserve your pity, or your kindness.” Kurt keeps his gaze at the ground, but I look at him like he’s the most beautiful sculpture. Before I know it, my hand is on his, and he looks up at me. His eyes are watery. “Kurt, you deserve to be cared for. Being protected doesn’t make you weak. In fact, I think you’re quite the opposite. You haven’t got the easiest life, especially at this school. And I truly admire you. I admire you for being brave enough to be who you are, openly, fearlessly.” I confess. Some part of me wishes he’d read in between the lines, realise that I’m also gay, and kiss me with those soft lips of his. Instead, he just looks at me for a beat too long
“… Thank you, I just don’t want you getting hurt.”
“whatever happens, I’ll never feel the hurt with you in my life.”
We look each other in the eyes. His furrowed brow softens, and I see his breathing shudder slightly. His lips crook into a smile, and I can’t help but smile as well. “let’s go get something warm to drink, it’s cold out here!”, I stand up, and he nods. I grab my hand and before he can say anything I smile at him. His stiff hand melts in mine, and I walk with him all the way to a café down the street.
“What will you be having, Mr. Hummel?”, I say with a cheesy British accent. He laughs at my stupid impression, and says it reminds him of my friend Sam. He’s not wrong. “An earl grey tea, please.”, he says through giggles. A waiter comes, and I place our order: an earl grey tea, a latte, and a piece of cheesecake. “Cheesecake is my favourite desert”, Kurt says once the waiter leaves. “I know, that’s why I ordered it” I reply. That cute grin on his face makes it worth every penny.
Our order arrives, and we get to talking about sweet nothings, yet it feels like the most important conversation I’ve ever had the pleasure of having. I can barely focus on making a sentence, seeing him enjoying his tea and cheesecake like it’s made of gold. “Blaine, you should try this. It’s great!”, he demands as he scoops up a bite of cheesecake with his spoon. “Oh no, it’s you-“ he stuffs the spoon in my mouth while I’m talking. I slowly close my lips around it, savouring the taste. He’s right. It’s so good!
I open my eyes, and see him looking at me, face turning red. I quickly pull away from the spoon. “Uh- uhm yeah it’s good! You have.. impeccable taste.”, I say awkwardly, feeling myself blushing as well.
As if nothing happened, we get right back to talking. He talks about the vogue magazine he found, I talk about the book I’m reading. It’s all good hearted, honest fun. Time flies, and before I know it, the sun is setting. I check my watch, how is it already 9 o’clock? I internally curse myself- his dad is going to kill me. As if he read my mind, Kurt says “don’t worry. My dad’s out of town right now, he won’t know I’ve been out”. This boy is starting to make me believe in angels.
We walk to his house, which is surprisingly close to mine, and say our goodbyes. “thanks for everything, Blaine. I’ll have to repay you sometime!” “I’d love that. Goodnight, Kurt!” “text me when you get home, alright?”
I stick up my thumb, making him laugh as he closes the door and I walk away.