A Dream is a Wish
Who: Jeremiah What: Thought process When: This morning Where: Dave's house. Notes: Self para. I was bored at work. It's short.
Jeremiah had woken up early in the morning, wondering where he was for a few seconds before he realised that he was at Dave's. Oh, right. He'd spent the night after staying up watching documentaries for the entire evening. It was nice to finally have a friend who didn't think he was a complete loser for enjoying them so much. It wasn't a surprising thing that everyone thought he was weird. History was exiting to him, and boring to everyone else. Except Dave. Jeremiah liked that about the other. They enjoyed the same things. If Jere was completely honest with himself, he'd considered seeing where their friendship might lead. Dave made him feel good about himself and he felt comfortable just being him around the other. He liked to think Dave felt the same.
But then there was Blaine. Blaine wasn't the first boy he'd gone on a coffee date with, but he was the last. Jeremiah wished that the younger boy wouldn't have brought his entire choir along and sand to him at work. Things would be much easier then. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the song, or love the other's voice. It was that he was so far in the closet, that he was visiting Narnia. If his father hadn't been such a homo-phobe, it wouldn't have been such a big deal. But, bring fired, wasn't much to worry about because he was in school anyway, it was embarrassing. And hard to hide from his parents. He sometimes wished he'd acted differently toward Blaine afterward. If he thought about it, that was the best thing to ever happen to him, and he wondered where their relationship might have gone if it had turned out differently.
And after all of that, there was Kyle. Kyle was adorable. He liked weird things, like Jere did. Not the same things, but still weird. Good weird. He liked cooking and baking. And since he was a Warbler, probably sigcing and dancing. Jeremiah knew he liked singing. And playing the piano. And he was really goof at it. That was what kept drawing him in. Yes, it was weird. Yes, it was probably considered stalking, but Jeremiah couldn't stop himself. Every night, like clockwork, he somehow managed to end up at Kyle's house, sitting under his first-floor bedroom window, listening to the most beautiful voice, and the most talented fingers he'd ever heard. He wasn't a critic, or really musically inclined, but he knew if something was good. Kyle was more than good. He was wonderful. Classically beautiful. And, Jere knew from personal experience, that the other was classically beautiful in the looks department as well. His bright blue eyes had Jeremiah up late nights, daydreaming about being able to stare into them. But, Kyle was on a level all his own. Unattainable. He was also very open about the fact that he was gay. There was no way to try and hide it if he was ever introduced to Jeremiah's parents. The derogatory terms would fly all over. It was something he was afraid to even try. It would never work.
Kyle didn't leave his thoughts for a long time. He lay there in the pull-out sofa bed in the basement-turned-rec-room, imagining himself falling in love with the younger boy in various ways and various times. Every so often, Dave and Blaine would be the object of his affection as well, but for the most part, it was only Kyle, as he drifted in and out of a dreaming state.
Some time later, Jeremiah was woken officially by Tabitha, Dave's cat. She pushed her nose against his face and pawed at him until he laughed and sat up to pet her. He glanced at Dave, and wondered what Kyle was doing as he continued to turn the cat into his best friend.