Not Alone | Blaine Anderson

Midnight at Dalton

a/n: hi all, hope you're well. i'm so sorry i haven't updated in a while. i just started university so i've been super super busy, but, here's this little freddie and kurt spinoff chapter for all of yous. this is kind of based when they first got together and how  so enjoy!

Midnight at Dalton

Find somebody who likes you for you.

If Poppy Hummel had left one lasting impact on Freddie, then it was those words. He wouldn't lie, she was a good kisser and a pretty face, as well as Freddie finding glimpses of attraction for her with her fiesty attitude. Though ultimately what Freddie had liked about the girl so much is that she saw right through him. Much like Blaine always did, and perhaps that's what he craved.

He supposed he could be a 'bit of a dick' at times, though his rich boy, arrogance exterior had always done him favours with the cheerleaders of Lima. His ever so smart plan was that one day the right person would come along, and they would see through him and make the effort with him.

Though perhaps he needed to make the effort first to be a little more approachable?

He contemplated this ideas in his mind for a month or so, his pride reluctant to admit to the truth for a while. Freddie was smart, ultimately, he knew that despite his questionable psychological analysises. Perhaps understanding the human mind wasn't his strength, and often an egocentric endeavour, yet he was still smart. He was one of those kids who had always done the best with minimal effort, he could always hack the system, find a loophole. He was cunningly creative, though his creativity had led him to take the Art and Design module as his senior elective.

Freddie would be attending Colombia next year to study Business, though that didn't stop him from sitting up in the art room after hours and sketching. He sketched faces, specifically the faces of everybody he had kissed. He found humour in the project, something he could subtly laugh about with but also some kind of collectable he could reflect on in years to come. Right now, the faces were fresh in his mind, and in years they would be long gone. The internet helped him too, a reminder of a few of the older faces he had forgotten.

He had been sketching a girl he had a summer affair with a few summers back when he realised he hadn't been alone in the room. It came to awareness with the distinctive buzz of the sewing machine that rattled through the room, almost startling Freddie. He turned around, his eyes laying on the figure who sat comfortably there.

His face was familiar, though not in a way that he had ever seen much of him before, though there was a similarity he couldn't quite pinpoint. This irritated Freddie, causing him to continue to stare at the boy with the soft features and hazelnut hair. He was aware his glance was penetrating and harsh, though the boy hadn't noticed him yet. In fact, he had his headphones in, sweetly singing along to some soft pop anthem. His voice was butterscotch, and Freddie was enticed.

Though his glare was cold and frightened when he had looked back over. Freddie noticed how his whole body tensed in his harsh gaze, how he withdrew into himself. "Are you alright?"

"How do I know you?" He asked, bluntly, straight up.

The boy's words fumbled together, "I-I, I don't think we know each other."

"Your face," Freddie got up, walking over and sitting at the stool next to Kurt, almost getting a closer look, "it's familiar."

"I'd say you may have saw me at Poppy's party, but I was pretty occupied all night," The boy questioned, still a bit scared by Freddie's prescence. It all clicked together then, this was Poppy's brother. His delicate frame and soft features, those wide doe-eyes, he might have been the most beautiful boy he had ever seen. He felt himself argue about his attraction to Blaine in the summer previous, and how his lips had occupied many of his late night thoughts, though Blaine was a memory long lost. This boy could be the future.