Good Times Never Seemed So Good
Involved→Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel.
Location→Various places around New York City.
Timeframe→Saturday morning.
Author's Notes→I was going to write a bit more but this was exactly one thousand words. It was like a role playing and writing achievement, because just... exactly one thousand words. Anyhoo, sorry that this isn't my best. I'm ridiculously tired.
Blaine: Radiant morning light shone through the pristine windows but it was not enough to ward off the bitter chill that hung mercilessly in the air. Even with the heater turned on, only little warmth was provided in the spacey room. There was something that he had always despised about the frosty weather and he almost had half the mind not to haul himself out of bed, but ultimately he wasn’t prepared to weave his way out of something that he had eagerly awaited for days. As he sat upright and stretched out his frustratingly arms, his hazel-golden eyes flitted around the impressive room. Every morning, he awoke and expected to discover himself back in the comforts of his bed at home but instead every day he was greeted with the knowledge that none of this was ever a dream. Not a day went on by when he had opened his eyes and not been overwhelmed with the surreal surroundings of beautiful antiquities and now that he had someone to share it with, he knew that his experience was infinitely greater. His eyes darted to the bed opposite to his own, where his recently arrived roommate remained in the deepest of slumbers. A smile graced his lips at the sight of the sincerely dashing boy as his stomach lurched uncontrollably. There wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that he was extremely fortunate to have a roommate such as Sebastian Smythe and has far as he was concerned, he wouldn’t have had it any other way. Yet as much as he would have admired an early morning conversation with the student who had so suddenly captivated his attention, Blaine Anderson simply didn’t have the heart to break the peaceful sleep. With one last almost longing glance at the boy, he pulled himself out of bed and yawned soundlessly.
Today marked the event that he’d thought of since the very day that he had arrived at Saint Dalton Academy for the Arts. It was a surprise to him that in spite of the times they had passed each other in the hallways or even caught each other’s glances during mealtimes, he and Kurt Hummel had yet to actually speak with one another in person. They had planned earlier on to sneak out of the school grounds to explore New York City over a cup of coffee, but needless to say the two had been sidetracked and before they knew it, curfew had begun and stolen that opportunity from their grasps. This time though, Blaine was determined to disallow anything to come between their journey throughout the proclaimed “city that never sleeps” and finally, he would be blessed with the magnificent chance to meet with the boy who had intrigued him over the internet. So, in a rush that was perhaps a tad unnecessary, Blaine pulled on his garments for the day—red, rolled up at the cuff skinny jeans and a black polo shirt complete with yellow sunglasses, boat shoes with a lack of socks and a bow tie—and in a matter of mere seconds crept out of the room whilst his roommate slept on. His gaze flickered to his glistening silver watch as he bounded downwards the regal stairwell, far too merrily for only seven in the morning. It was five minutes until he was due to meet the fashionista of the school but even despite that, Kurt struck him as someone dedicated to promptness. His suspicions proved to be correct when at the bottom of the staircase, he identified a boy by the large, polished oak doors. From where he stood, the person seemed to be donned in fashionable apparel and he concluded without any hesitation that this was indeed Kurt Elizabeth Hummel.
Yet even regardless of his excitement at the prospect that he was to spend a day with Kurt, apprehension took over his every ounce. Blaine had known for years now that he was gay, but when he had run away from the home of his so called mother and father, he vowed that the only people he would come out to was his new family. The act had been successful all throughout his life at the all boys private school he had attended, but the more he stifled himself, the greater he suffered. His experience with his mother and father as well as the students at the dreadful Christian school he had attended was not something to be desired and had instilled fear of his own sexuality in him every day. His aunt and uncle, who were more of a family to him than he could have ever wished for, greatly urged for him to admit that he was gay to his friends. Every time he drew near to doing so, he grew frightened and normally opted to run from the problem. A part of him already knew that maybe the brunette was suspicious of his sexuality and he knew that one Quinn Fabray had no doubts that he was gay, but especially after everything that he had been put through, nothing in the world would ever spur him to come out. For the time being, he could only hope that Kurt would have the courtesy not to mention the situation to him. With the reassurance in mind that the boy wouldn’t ever dream of doing something of a kind, Blaine breathed in deeply and walked towards the boy. “Kurt Hummel?” He asked when he had reached his destination and waited before the boy had twirled around on the spot to face him. “At least, I hope that you’re Kurt and not one of the staff here. I’m Blaine,” and at that point, the grin that could only have been described as goofy broke out on his expression. “You’re definitely Kurt Hummel.” So with that, he pushed all of his qualms aside and quite literally pulled the boy in for an unnecessarily tight in brace, a habit that he should have kicked a long time ago.