Blaine smiled warmly at Kurt, happy to be able to watch him this closely for a while. A lot of his life was spent watching people, wondering about their lives from far away, observing how they reacted and treated other people, noticing how they acted differently in situations. The upper class usually looked down on the lower class and only a few ever treated them with kindness and respect. Most of them were uptight and just concerned about their own lives and not about those who werenât as well off as they were. Yes, Blaine had met a few that cared, but they were hard to come by. Yes, there were plenty of thieves and bad people among the lower class, but Blaine was happy to notice that most of them looked out for each other and helped each other out if they were desperate. âIâm really happy to have met you too, Kurt. You - Youâre not like the rest of them,â he said, knowing that Kurt was different from the usual stuck up snobs of first class. âThank you,â he said, blushing slightly at the praise. He didnât let many people see his notebook, but for some reason, he felt drawn to Kurt and felt like he could trust him.
He looked towards the door as it opened, hoping that it wasnât Kurtâs fiance. He was the last person that Blaine wanted to see right now. At the sight of a woman, he visibly relaxed a little, standing up a little straighter, knowing this lady could still kick him out, it was obvious by his clothes that he didnât belong in first class. âBlaine Anderson, maâam. Pleasure to - â he said, reaching out his hand to shake hers when he was cut off by her rushing forward and hugging him tightly. He smiled wide, looking at Kurt, immediately recognizing that the other male was more like his mother than his father. âIt was my pleasure. Itâs nice to meet you. Kurt was just showing me the guitar he brought with him,â he said, motioning to the instrument before this woman got any crazy ideas about why he was there. âIts a beautiful instrument,â he said politely, not wanting her to kick him out because of his class.Â
If Kurt was honest, he never had much contact to people from the lower class. He simply had never found himself in a situation where he had met someone who was from a lower class. Except of course the staff they hired. His mother had taught him to treat everyone with respect though - despite their social standing. And Kurt very much agreed with that. After all, you could never chose or control where you were born. It was all random. The only thing you could control and that someone should be judged by were their actions. Not how much they possessed or for their name. His father wasnât a bad man. In fact he used to be kind, just like his mother. But leading a company and feeling that weight all the time had taken a toll on him. Richard was another story though. He was clearly someone who knew how to charm his way into everything he wanted and who gor furious if he didnât get it. Which showed that nothing ever was how it looked on the outside but the inside was what mattered. Kurt smiled at the young man âNot like the others, hm? Well, I do hope so. â he then looked at the notebook again, his eyes wide and full of wonder. Blaine truly was an artist and so very talented. âThis poem here...itâs beautiful...â.
The young brunette had to laugh when his mother greeted Blaine so warmly. It was obvious that she already liked him âCareful, Mother. You are squeezzing him to deathâ. Elizabeth chuckled âOh pish posh, deary. He is a strong young man. He can survive a hug from a woman. And yes, it is a pleasure to meet you as well, Blaine. But...â she now looked at her son and walked over to him â...be more careful will you? We wouldnât want for anyone to misinterpret the situation, would we?â she gently put her hand on her sons cheek before hugging him as well, but more careful than she hugged Blaine yet there was an almost not noticeable wince. âYes, motherâ Kurt hugged her back softly before ending the hug. She then looked at Blaine again âOh, the guitar...yes. It is beautiful. Too bad that it is not played properlyâ her eyes wandered up and down Blaines features âWell, deary...you are invited to the Dinner tonight. And - apologies if I am rude - we cannot have you turn up in these clothes. Now, I did say I owe you for saving my precious son. And I now know just how to repay you. I am going to dress you to the nines, Mister Anderson.â. Kurts eyes lit up âMother, that is an great idea!â