Independence Klaine fanfiction

thoughts

Author's note: Hi! I like to thank all the readers for sticking with me ! I loved writing this fanfiction and more importantly, I'd like to hear your thoughts about it! ( As long as they are not homophobic) Reviews help give me ideas or inspiration in my stories, and every review is valueble !

Blaine observed the grand room, and realised with shock that he hadn't remembered seeing this room. He frowned, he knew all the rooms, or he should. He looked to find Kurt moving automatically to the black piano in sight. He surely seemed to have been here often. Blaine was taken aback that Kurt, being new, had found and recognized at a room that he had never even heard of, nevertheless see. It wasn't until Kurt hit the first note, until Blaine recognized the true beauty.

The room echoed with the sound, not in an irritating way, but in a reassuring and relaxing way. This is probably due to the size of the room, which could fit a whole orchestra. Maybe Wes would take over it if he could for warbler headquatres. He watched in amazement at Kurt's ability to play and admired him from the walls. Kurt smiled happily as he played, Blaine hasn't seen that genuine smile for a while, if ever. He smiled, watching Kurt smile.

Blaine's heart felt a strange tugging feeling in a good way, but one that makes hime question it's source. He wouldn't...he was Kurt's friend....right? No more than that... or is there? His eyebrows furrowed as he asked himself these questioned. Kurt was amazing, he had a great personality and is definately beautiful and strong, but...but he's much more than that... . These thoughts confused Blaine and he ignored them, instead, he turned his attention back to Kurt's song, whose was coming to an end. Kurt glanced over at Blaine and smiled, concerned at his dazed look. He finished off his last note and turned to Blaine.

"Are you alright? If you're tired, I don't want to force you to stay or anything, not that I am." Kurt said, smiling, but his eyes with worry. "Really..." When Blaine didn't answer, Kurt began to feel awkward. "Blaine? Blaine? Um... are you here? Earth to Blaine?" He attempted to joke. He waved a hand in front of him to get Blaine's attention.

"mmm...what?" Blaine asked, slowly waking up to Kurt's voice. He yawned. Maybe he was tired, maybe that's why those thoughts had came to him. He remembered what Kurt was saying, embarassed for what he probably looked like to him. " I'm fine Kurt...I guess I am a little tired." He said. Kurt's eyes softened.

"You should go to sleep. You look, very exsausted. I am just going to finish a couple of songs here." Kurt said, smiling at Blaine. Blaine looked as if he wanted to protest, but he knew he was too tired to stay. He smiled apologitically at Kurt. "Well Blaine, have a good night." 

"M'kay, good night, love you Kurt." He said, slipping away through the door towards his room, his mind wasn't quite able to comprenhend what he said, and after a moment of hesistation, Kurt seemed to realise it to. He smiled sadly to himself. 

"Love you too." Kurt said. But Blaine wasn't in sight, little did Kurt know that Blaine had heard him, and smiled too, even if he didn't remember it the next morning. As Blaine slumped into his room, Kurt began playing his other peices, having practice his scales before. He yawned, he wasn't going to get much practing done that day. 

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 When Kurt woke up the next day to his alarm, he knocked it over, effectively pausing the sound, before it started again. Even though his body didn't want to move from the warmth of the Dalton comforters, he dragged him self towards the alarm clock before shutting it and placing it back on the stand. He groaned at the sunlight that he was now facing, ripping the comforter off him and moving towards the bathroom. 

The last thing he remembered was slumping on to his bed at midnight and falling asleep. He barely got eight hours of sleep that he needed to function. He felt as if he was sleep deprived. He blindly trudged into the bathroom before hitting the sink basin and cursing. He has often been told that he wasn't a morning person when he didn't get his sleep. He filled his cup with water and rinsed his toothbrush, applying toothpaste to it before cleaning his teeth. He looked at himself in the mirror and looking back at him was a messy haired, sleepy eyes, pale skined, and annoyed boy. He leaned down to rinse out his mouth before beganing his regime. A knock sounded on his door.