Give It All Up For Me

I Will Wait

Blaine continued his thoughts. "No, I'm not. Besides, even if I do, he won't return the feelings....I don't blame him, I was being a total douche.. But I just can't, he's just like the others... But I'll never know unless I try...No. I can't. I would if I could, but I can't.. Maybe I just love him like a brother...

Yeah that's it. Just gotta keep thinking that."

Kurt: Blaine!

Blaine: Huh? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking... 

Kurt: Santana's coming..

Blaine's eyes widen and he quickly slapped Kurt's shopping bag out of his hand.

Blaine: Oh look what the losers dragged in.. Their king.

Santana: Don't talk to him like that, or I will go all Lima Heights on your ass!!

Blaine: Oh and here's their queen.

Santana: I. Am-

Blaine cut her off.

Blaine: I don't really care. Anyway, I have better things to do then join the loser parade. Bye.

Santana: I am going to rip off his arms, feed it to him, then rip off his legs, cut his head off with them, and send it to his family.

Kurt had never seen or heard Santana this mad. He literally saw smoke coming out of her ears. Thought anyway. 

 "Shit...." Kurt thought.

Kurt: I would absolutely love for you to do that, but you'll get arrested, like Puck.

Santana growled. Kurt put up his hands.

Kurt: Hey, just pointing out the obvious, plus I don't have enough money to bail you out.

Santana was out right bitch staring at him.

Kurt: I am so dead... Well, umm..

Kurt's phone rang. It was a text message from Blaine.

~Pretend that this is from ur dad so u can get away from Satan. Better thank me l8r :P~

Kurt: Oh no...

"What?" Santana asked, coldly.

Kurt: I need to get home, my dad said something's up.

Santana's face soften, but not by much.

Santana: Whatever, see ya Lady Lips.

 "She's back.. Least I'm not dead, yet..." Kurt thought.

Kurt: Bye San.

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*Kurt's house*

Kurt: Thank god that's over, now for some Project Runway.

He went over to the living room and plopped himself on the couch. He reached for the T.V. remote on the coffee table.

*45 minutes later*

Kurt: No, No, No! That is not even close to the theme!!! That cannot even pass off as avant-garde!

Kurt's phone started singing Teenage Dream. He looked down.

Kurt picked up his phone. It was a call from Blaine.

Blaine: So, did you escape from hell?

Kurt: Yeah. Why did you call? Not trying to be mean or anything, but you could of texted me instead...

 "Because I had to hear your beautiful voice...."

Blaine shook the thought out of his head. 

Blaine: I wanted to ask if I can come over, to your place.

Kurt thought something, that brought a smile to his face.  "He wants to come over?? Willing?"

Kurt: Umm... suree...

Blaine: It's fine if you don't want me to come over.

Blaine sensed the uneasiness in Kurt's voice.

Kurt: It's just that I'm watching Project Runway right now and I didn't think that you would like it..

Blaine: Kurt...

Kurt: Yes?

Blaine: You do know that I live in Westerville, right?

Kurt: Yeahh, so?

Blaine: That's about an hour or two depending on traffic, wouldn't the show be done by then?

Kurt: Oh yeah. Sometimes I wonder what goes inside my brain.

Blaine chuckled.

Blaine: Nothing.

Kurt: What?

Blaine: You don't have a brain, so there's nothing going up there, trust me.

Kurt gasped.

Kurt: You. Are. So. Mean.

Blaine laughed.

Blaine: I guess I should rephrase that. What I meant was, you have a brain problem.

Kurt: What?

Blaine: Your left side of the brain has nothing right in it, and your right brain has nothing left in it!

Kurt: Hey!

They both laughed. 

Kurt and Blaine: We just met, and we're acting like best friends. 

Blaine's thought brought a smile to his face. "It's good to have a friend, for once.... Well beside, the Warblers, well some of them.."

Kurt started thinking the same thing.  "It's good to have a friend that I can relate too. Being the only gay guy in all of Lima was hard, but at least I know that there's more in Ohio." 

Both boys stared at each other with a smile. They were finally happy with their lives.