This post-Moulin Rouge Klaine texting conversation by kurtsbutt from Blaine's POV.
It’s become habit for Blaine to check his phone every time his thoughts wander. It doesn’t matter if he’s in class, or rehearsal, or at home watching TV; he’s always pressing the button to light up the screen.
Reneh got a prompt that she felt like she couldn't quite do justice, so I went ahead and offered to write it for her. Prompt: badboy!blaine; blaine is new to wmh and becomes besotted with kurt after hearing the countertenor sing (i'd love it if blaine and santana were cousins and miss lopez teased blaine about his crush)
Blaine grunted as he slid off his leather jacket and sank into the choir room seats, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring as Santana walked into the room. He didn’t know why he had let her persuade him into joining the glee club, but he already knew it was probably the worst decision he would make this school year. And he wasn’t even through his first day at McKinley.
“Oh cheer up, Anderson,” Santana said as she sat down next to him and shoved his shoulder gently. “You could at least pretend to not be such an ass all the time.”
Blaine grunted again and narrowed his eyes even more at her.
“Besides,” she went on as she crossed her legs and folded her hands over her lap. “I’m pretty sure you’ll see something you like in a few minutes.”
Santana hummed and nudged Blaine again. “Kurt Hummel,” she whispered into his ear. “You can thank me later.”
Blaine hated feeling like this, he hated letting his emotions get out of his control, but as the boy – Kurt – got closer, Blaine felt his heart thumping in his chest. “Fucking,” he swore to himself, adjusting his eyebrow piercing and glaring at his feet.
As everyone began to warm up, Blaine groaned again. He hated noise. He fucking hated it.
But then, above all the other voice, a smooth, crisp voice sounded, high and angelic. Blaine lifted his head up and turned to face the rest of the room, his eyes widening as they landed on what he was pretty sure was the source of that beautiful noise.
Kurt was singing with his eyes closed, ignoring the way the girl with the long brown hair and the screechy voice was poking him in the side.
And then, just like that, he laughed, and his voice was gone, only to be replaced by a high, tinkling laugh.
Well fuck. Blaine dropped his head into his hands and groaned again. He was completely screwed over.
***
“Ok, look, Anderson,” Santana said as she caught up to him in the middle of the hallway. “It’s been three weeks. Either you do something about your hideous little crush on Hummel, or I’ll do something for you.”
Blaine glared at her and kept walking.
“Oh, I’m serious,” she went on. “Don’t underestimate me.”
“I could never,” Blaine said. “Really, how could I ever doubt your heartless skills of being a bitch?”
“Ha, good one,” she said as she rolled her eyes. “But seriously. Your crush is pathetic.”
“I don’t have a crush on him,” Blaine said.
“Right,” Santana scoffed. “That’s why you just stare at his ass all day. And why you make your hair even messier when he’s around. Or why you fiddle with one of your millions of piercings whenever he so much as glances in your direction.”
“Santana,” Blaine sighed. “Please, just –”
“Well maybe this will persuade you to do something,” she interrupted him. “I heard Berry talking to him the other day that he should stay away from you.”
“And that is supposed to encourage me how exactly?”
Santana grabbed his arm and turned him towards her. “I don’t know why else Kurt would be getting that lecture, unless he mentioned that he was interested in you.”
Blaine stared at her with wide eyes, his face quickly morphing into a glare as she started laughing at him. “Never thought I’d see the day where my badass cousin gets a big, fat, lovey crush on the pretty boy in glee club,” she said, smirking at him before turning to walk down the hallway
“I’m not your cousin,” Blaine protested, calling out after her and following he down the hallway. “We’ve been through this.”
“Whatever,” she called before pausing in the hallway, quickly running back to Blaine and grabbing his arm. “Come with me.”
“Santana –”
“Don’t speak, honestly, your voice just drones on.”
“Seriously –”
Before Blaine could protest again, he was roughly being shoved by Santana into another body, both him and the other person falling to the ground.
“Fuck,” Blaine groaned as he pushed himself up off the person. “She’s such a fucking piece of shit.”
“Um.”
Blaine’s eyes widened at the voice, and he really fucking wanted to murder Santana now. He glanced down at the person he was pushed into, and Kurt’s eyes were wide, his face tinted pink underneath him.
Oh. Right. He was currently lying on top of Kurt.
“I’m – shit – I don’t – I didn’t –”
“It’s, um, it’s fine,” Kurt said as he squirms under Blaine, and right, he should really get up.
Blaine quickly pushed himself up off of Kurt and held out his hand. “Here,” Blaine said, helping him up once Kurt’s hand was in his own. “I don’t – Santana is – she’s – she’s –”
“I know how she works,” Kurt said, his cheeks still glowing with color. “It’s fine. I – I know you didn’t mean to.”
Blaine runs a hand through his hair and looks up at the ceiling. He wants to apologize, he should apologize, but he just – he doesn’t apologize. To anyone. It isn’t what he does.
Blaine glanced at Kurt again, and he notices an now empty coffee cup on the ground, the contents having been dumped on Kurt’s shirt.
“Shit,” Blaine said, stripping off his leather jacket without thinking and holding it out to Kurt. “Here. You can. Um. Cover it up. If you want.”
Kurt blushed again and bit his lower lip, and Christ, Blaine wanted to do that, he wanted to trace Kurt’s lips with his tongue and bite them and bite his neck and lick him everywhere –
“Thank you,” Kurt said softly, snapping Blaine out of his very inappropriate reverie.
“Yeah, um, I mean yes. You’re welcome.”
Blaine shuffled his feet beneath him and opened his mouth to say something before quickly closing it and turning to walk away.
“Blaine!”
Blaine turned back around as Kurt rushed up to him. “Do you, um, maybe want to go get coffee tomorrow? I can give you back your jacket.”
Blaine grinned and nodded. “Sure thing, babe.” And, ah, yes, there’s Blaine’s cocky confidence that he’d previously lacked whenever he was around Kurt.
“Ok,” Kurt nodded, his cheeks now deep red. “I’ll, um, see you tomorrow.” He quickly leaned in and pressed his lips to Blaine’s cheek before running off down the hall.
And, no, Blaine most certainly didn’t let out a whoop, nor did he yell “fuck yes” into his phone at Santana when she called a few seconds later.
