To Be In Love Or Not

Chapter 19 - Poutine

~ Poutine (Chapter 19) ~

[[ Blaine's Point Of View ]]

Starving.

I was absolutely starving.

God, how long does it take to make food..

"Kurt.." I called as I lazily got off the couch once again.

"When's the food gonna be ready? I'm really hungry." I complained.

And right as I said that Kurt came out from a room.

"It's finished." He explained, quickly.

"Ugh finally." I said, walking straight into the kitchen from behind him.

"Oh, shush. You're gonna love what I made."

"I sure hope so." I mumbled, sitting on a tall stool with a plate on the table right in front of me.

"So.. Where's the food?" I asked impatiently.

"Calm down, it's right here Blaine." He told me, holding a large silver bowl and placing it on the table.

My eyes widened right away as my mouth started to water at the food.

"Poutine!" I shrieked happily.

"Yes, yes. Now quiet down before the neighbours hear you.."

And as he explained that their was a knock on the door.

"Great. Just great." He sighed, putting his fingers through his hair gently.

"Sorry.." I murmured as I stuffed the amazing fries with, gravy and cheese topped on top all over, into my mouth.

Seriously..

These were so good, I don't know if I'll be able to stop eating these.

"Look, I'm really sor-" Kurt began, but I heard him stop.

I surprisingly was able to lift my head to look, and stop eating for a moment. 

Who was at the door?

God, I hope he doesn't have nasty neighbours.. I mean..

I WAS pretty loud.

"Kurt." I heard the soft voice say.

Has to be a girl..

"What are you do-" But Kurt was cut off instantly.

"Where the hell is he?" She asked, barging right in as she shoved Kurt to the side.

I swallowed hard anxiously, getting out my chair quickly yet silently as I crawled to hide behind a shelf. From the moment I did that she walked into the kitchen. I stared luckily from behind the shelf, at the shoes.

Black leather high heeled boots.

Who wore those usually?

Dang it. How would I even know?

"Santana, what are yo-"

"Kurt, how the hell can you trust him again? He hurt you badly. We don't need it to repeat again!" She scolded Kurt.

I looked up a bit to see the girl's tight fitting light blue skinny jeans.

"I can do what I want, you don't have any control over me, you know! Neither Rachel or you!" Kurt snapped back.

"You have got to be kidding me. Kurt he's gonna do the exact same thing he did to you before.. Long story short, he doesn't care about you." She explained, firmly.

I looked up once more to see her grey leather jacket, and long black hair.

"You don't know that." Kurt cried.

"I was right about Brody, I'm just as right about him. Now where is he?" She questioned.

Kurt looked around trying to look for me.

"I-I don't know, okay.." Kurt replied, although I'd seen him staring right at me.

Thank god, he's not giving me in.

"Fine. Whatever. Don't tell me.. But I'm gonna prove it or he, himself is. Don't come crying to me though." She rolled her eyes, and started to walk away, right out the door.

"Oh my god.. Blaine?" Kurt whispered, faintly.

I leisurely got up going to Kurt immediately, into his arms.

"You don't really believe her, do you?" I asked nervously.

I didn't want Kurt to believe her.

I don't want Kurt to think that way about me..

Because it's not true. 

I care about him more than anything.

He shook his head, with a small smile.

"Good, because I really do care about you." I smiled gladly, as I instantly pulled him in for a quick kiss on the lips.

And he just adorably giggled.

"We should probably eat that poutine though.. I am still starving." I said, going right back to sitting on my stool, and obviously back to stuffing my mouth.

"You are so weird, Blaine. I swear.." Kurt mumbled to himself.

"Yet you still love me." I muffled to him.

"Yes.. I do.." Kurt swallowed hard.

Right at that my face lit up, as I smiled. He smiled right back, blushing deeply as he realized how he answered me.

"Maybe you're not the only weird one." Kurt chuckled, as he stole a frie from my plate.

"Hey!" I said, laughing.

"Hey, I'm the one who made it. I get to do whatever I want." He smirked.

"Psh, whatever." I said beginning to eat again.