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Title: Adjusting (2/5) [Sequel to Sunday Morning.]
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xiexiegirl
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine eventually
POV: 3rd
Summary: Kurt's adjustment over five weeks and how Blaine feels about it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, otherwise we'd have the Wondertwins.
Author Notes: Requisite props tofleurdelisee who puts up with my bullshit, my epic rambling about the Wondertwins, and lets me spam her with fic bits all the time.
Part One
Tuesday morning, seventeen days after sectionals, sixteen days after that first cup of coffee, same routine.
Kurt was awake and out of his room before his alarm went off. It was early even for him, his bedside clock reading five-thirty.
He slipped down the hall to the common room, like every morning and set about making himself a cup of coffee.
“Well, this is remarkably early.” Kurt jumped and turned to glare at Blaine.
“Can you stop sneaking up on me like that every morning? It's getting old.” Blaine chuckled at him and Kurt glared harder. “I hate you.”
“No, you don't!” Blaine grinned and held out a cup of coffee for him, which Kurt took with a murmur of thanks followed by several noises that Blaine could only classify as indecent. “Are you okay?”
“First cup of coffee when I wake up too early is a religious experience.” Kurt took a few sips and made even more indecent noises that had Blaine contemplating why in the name of Katy Perry the universe hated him so much.
A few more minutes, several sips of coffee, and a multitude of uncomfortable shifting from Blaine, and Kurt felt like something vaguely human.
“Sorry about that. Mercedes used to tell me that I made so much noise over coffee that any boyfriend I had would get jealous the second I got a cup of coffee in my hands.”
“I can... understand why.” Blaine wasn't the type to run away from potentially awkward situations, but he was seriously tempted at that moment. “So, I heard from James that you got your French exam results back yesterday.”
At the mention of Kurt's least favorite class ever, Kurt groaned. “I got a B.”
“A B is good, isn't it?” Blaine gave Kurt a confused look.
“A B is mediocre. I'm a straight A student! B's are unacceptable!” Somewhere along the rant about his grades, he'd lost control over his hands and had started waving them around like he was Rachel Berry, which was a comparison Kurt never wanted to hear ever again.
Blaine raised his eyebrows at him and Kurt sighed.
“I know Dalton is more advanced than McKinley and that my grades won't necessarily be as perfect here, but for the love of all that is holy, I'm fluent in French! I've been studying it since I was a child!” Kurt scowled when Blaine chuckled.
"En tout cas. Au moins je peux parler français tandis que je suis convaincu que tout le gel que tu mets dans tes cheveux a fait pourrir ton putain de cerveau au point que tu n'en est plus capable."
Blaine scowled at him. “I do not put that much gel in my hair,” he mumbled, choosing to take a sip of coffee at that moment so Kurt wouldn't see the (for lack of a better word) pout that was forming on Blaine's face.
“Yes, you do. James uses less product and he spends thirty minutes hogging one of the mirrors in the bathroom every morning and afternoon!” Kurt's hands got the better of him and he started waving them around to emphasize his point again. “Kevin, with the flat-iron and the cabinet full of hair products? He uses less hair product than you do.”
“I think you're exaggerating.”
“I think that somebody can't accept the fact that the amount of hair gel they use is damaging their brain.”
“It is not that much!” Kurt's face clearly indicated that he thought Blaine was full of crap.
“You go through an entire bottle of hair gel in one week! I have never, in my life, met someone who uses that much product.” Blaine sighed and rolled his eyes.
“I get it, I use hair gel. Can we please change the subject already?”
“Not until you admit to the fact that you use an insane amount of hair gel.” Kurt took a sip of coffee before setting the cup down and crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at Blaine.
Despite whatever Kurt said to Wes and David later, Blaine wanted it put down on record that he only admitted it because he wanted Kurt to shut up.
“Fine.”
“Good, you agree. Now, wha-” What Blaine said sank in and Kurt smirked. “Ha! Victory! You admit it!” Blaine sighed and nodded. “Told you. Though, I do have one question.”
“Go ahead.”
“Why do you use that much hair gel?” Kurt paused for a second before continuing with whatever train of thought he was currently on. “And why do I never see you without fifteen pounds of product in your hair?”
“I have really curly hair.” Blaine half-mumbled it into his coffee cup. Kurt's unimpressed look showed that the explanation was not enough. “Like, really curly hair. My mom made me cut it this summer because it looked like my head exploded.”
“It can't be that bad.” Kurt scoffed. “I look like I dunked my head into a tub full of hairspray and then was attacked by a two year old with a new Barbie brush who's insisting that she's a hairstylist when I wake up in the mornings.”
“Ah, yes, but your hair is easily fixable. Mine was not.” Blaine tried to figure out how to draw a proper picture in Kurt's head. “You know Chris? The Warbler with the really big hair?” Kurt nodded. “Mine was like his, only make it about twenty times curlier and just as long.”
“Still can't picture it on you. And anyway, that's not how your hair is now, so why the gel?”
Blaine sighed. “Meet me back here before we head down to breakfast and I'll show you why.”
Kurt was tapped his foot against the floor and checked his watch again. It was 6:50 and breakfast was starting in ten minutes and he was starving.
“Hey.” Blaine's voice came from the hallway behind him and Kurt turned. When he saw Blaine's hair, his mouth dropped open in shock.
“Um, wow. You weren't kidding.” Blaine's hair was sticking out in all directions and the curliest he'd ever seen on anybody. And that was including Kevin from down the hall, who looked like a Chia Pet when he got out of bed in the morning.
“Yeah, it's pretty bad, huh?” Blaine reached up to run his hand through his hair, which only made it worse. “I really need to get it cut soon. It's getting long again.”
“Blaine, what on Earth did you do to your hair?”
“Seriously, you look like you were tied to a chair and attacked by a curling iron. And possibly electrocuted, because some of those curls are sticking out pretty far.”
Kurt laughed. “Ah, the arrival of the Wondertwins is always fun.” Wes and David gave Kurt a weird look.
“Wondertwins?”
“We're not the Wondertwins!”
“You guys admit to sharing a brain for the past twelve years.” Blaine pointed out. “You're the Wondertwins. Deal with it.”
Wes and David gave Blaine identical glares which caused Kurt to start snickering at them. They turned their glares on Kurt, who only proceeded to laugh harder.
“You guys are constantly in sync. It's a little creepy.” Blaine had a point, though both he and Kurt knew that Wes and David would deny it.
“Of course it would be creepy, because then we'd be in a boy band rather than the Warblers.” Wes gave a little hmph! after David finished.
“There's a difference?” Kurt replied with a smirk. Blaine scoffed.
“I resent that implication, because that would make me Justin Timberlake.”
“No, Blaine, that would make you Lance Bass.”
“Shut up, David.” Wes and David exchanged high-fives and both gave Blaine matching bright grins.
“...I feel like I should go hide now.” Kurt commented. “When Wes and David get those grins on their faces, it means something is going to happen to something else and there will either be property damage or hospital bills.”
“We're hurt, Kurt.”
“Truly. You slay us.” Wes and David both adopted falsely wounded looks and clutched their hands to their hearts. In unison. Again. Kurt wondered if they even realized how often they did it. While Wes was the bitchier of the two, the second they got within ten feet of each other, it was like they were stuck in Wondertwin Mode.
“Okay, I don't know about Fred and George here, but I'm hungry and I know for a fact that you're starving. So can we go get breakfast?” Blaine asked, eyebrow raised at Wes and David, who were still acting heartbroken over what Kurt said. “I'm about to start eating my hair.”
“While there's enough there to feed an entire village for a month, I don't think that would do your digestive system any favors. So, sure, just let me go feed Pavarotti. I forgot to this morning.”
Wes and David blinked at Kurt. “You forgot to feed Pavarotti? You're anal about making sure that bird is fed on time.” David snickered like a twelve-year-old at Wes's comment. Kurt rolls his eyes and smacks them both.
“I was distracted. It was far too early and I ended up spending more time dancing than I usually do because I lost track of time and ended up rushing my routine this morning. Hence the messy hair and forgetting to feed Pavarotti.” Kurt gestured to his hair which they finally noticed was rather ruffled and unkempt compared to how Kurt normally wore it.
“Guys, breakfast?” Blaine asked from the doorway, where he was leaning against the frame.
“Alright, Romeo, jeez.” Wes patted Blaine's shoulder as they walked past to show he was just joking with the Romeo comment. Kurt raised an eyebrow.
“Romeo?” Blaine shook his head.
“No idea. Let's just go.”
“What. Was. That?” Kurt asked, still shell-shocked from the Warblers' rather surprising rendition of Adam Lambert's “If I Had You”. (Wes and David, ever the dorks, used butter knives and bagels during the line “girls in stripper heels, boys rolling in Maseratis”. Nobody in the Warblers was brave enough to ask them what they were on. Kurt made a mental note to sit them all down for a PowerPoint presentation on the Uniform Effect, and how it didn't apply to Wes and David, because of what Kurt referred to as the Wondertwins Effect. Kurt tended to over-use the term “Wondertwins” but he really couldn't think of a more appropriate name for those two.)
“See, here's the thing, Kurt,” Justin began.
“Blaine's kind of crazy about you.” James continued.
“And he tends to go on.” Wes commented.
“And on.” David nodded to emphasize how much Blaine talked about him.
“And really, Kurt, we would really appreciate it if you'd do us all a favor and screw him silly. Or the other way around, if that's your preference.” The other four nodded agreement to Kevin's statement before they all got on their knees and pleaded.
Kurt turned to Blaine, who was being very quiet and turning an alarming shade of red. “Is this true?”
Blaine turned even redder and mumbled something about stupid friends and how he hated them all. “Yes, it is,” he said to Kurt, who was barely suppressing a smile. Kurt reached out and yanked Blaine closer by his tie, causing the older boy to stumble. Looking down at Blaine (which was still a jarring experience at times), he let the grin break through. And, to the joy of the Warblers and floor-mates in attendance, kissed Blaine.
It was awkward at first, like most first kisses are. (Kurt chased away the not-so-vague memory of letterman jackets and being slammed against lockers that wants to make itself known and focused on what he was doing instead.)
After a minute or so, they figured out that turning their heads makes it a little less painful and damaging to their noses, and that Kurt's previous experiences with kissing was total bullshit.
“Okay, guys, you can separate now. Preferably before Mademoiselle Gauthier comes. She's a little weird about PDAs, remember?” Justin's voice broke through the pleasant fog that had clouded their minds. They ignored him, though.
“Come on, guys. Air is kind of essential.” Wes poked them both and they pulled apart to glare at him. Then they remembered where they were and turned bright red to everyone else's amusement.
“Alright!” Wes shouted suddenly. “Pay up, bitches. Most of you owe me money.”
Kurt raised an eyebrow but decided he really just didn't want to know. He instead looked back to Blaine, who was grinning at him and he grinned back just as hard. He turned to everyone else, who were all handing Wes what was an unholy amount of cash.
“And how much did you get for our hard work?” Kurt asked, pulling away from Blaine to put on his best diva pose, hands on the hips which were cocked slightly to the side, eyebrow raised, unamused frown on his face. Wes grinned and counted.
“Four hundred sixty-two dollars and twenty-six cents.”
“...There was almost five hundred dollars riding on this and no one told me anything?” Kurt's face indicated that Wes had better run and hide. And fast. Wes turned to Blaine, trying to ask him with his eyes to distract his... whatever Kurt was now, as quickly as possible.
Blaine, for once, actually understood Wes's pleading and complied. He tapped Kurt on the shoulder and the irate teenager turned to him, eyebrow raised at Blaine now. Blaine repaid the favor from earlier and dragged Kurt in by his tie.
Author:
xiexiegirlRating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine eventually
POV: 3rd
Summary: Kurt's adjustment over five weeks and how Blaine feels about it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, otherwise we'd have the Wondertwins.
Author Notes: Requisite props to
fleurdelisee who puts up with my bullshit, my epic rambling about the Wondertwins, and lets me spam her with fic bits all the time.Part One
Tuesday morning, seventeen days after sectionals, sixteen days after that first cup of coffee, same routine.
Kurt was awake and out of his room before his alarm went off. It was early even for him, his bedside clock reading five-thirty.
He slipped down the hall to the common room, like every morning and set about making himself a cup of coffee.
“Well, this is remarkably early.” Kurt jumped and turned to glare at Blaine.
“Can you stop sneaking up on me like that every morning? It's getting old.” Blaine chuckled at him and Kurt glared harder. “I hate you.”
“No, you don't!” Blaine grinned and held out a cup of coffee for him, which Kurt took with a murmur of thanks followed by several noises that Blaine could only classify as indecent. “Are you okay?”
“First cup of coffee when I wake up too early is a religious experience.” Kurt took a few sips and made even more indecent noises that had Blaine contemplating why in the name of Katy Perry the universe hated him so much.
A few more minutes, several sips of coffee, and a multitude of uncomfortable shifting from Blaine, and Kurt felt like something vaguely human.
“Sorry about that. Mercedes used to tell me that I made so much noise over coffee that any boyfriend I had would get jealous the second I got a cup of coffee in my hands.”
“I can... understand why.” Blaine wasn't the type to run away from potentially awkward situations, but he was seriously tempted at that moment. “So, I heard from James that you got your French exam results back yesterday.”
At the mention of Kurt's least favorite class ever, Kurt groaned. “I got a B.”
“A B is good, isn't it?” Blaine gave Kurt a confused look.
“A B is mediocre. I'm a straight A student! B's are unacceptable!” Somewhere along the rant about his grades, he'd lost control over his hands and had started waving them around like he was Rachel Berry, which was a comparison Kurt never wanted to hear ever again.
Blaine raised his eyebrows at him and Kurt sighed.
“I know Dalton is more advanced than McKinley and that my grades won't necessarily be as perfect here, but for the love of all that is holy, I'm fluent in French! I've been studying it since I was a child!” Kurt scowled when Blaine chuckled.
"En tout cas. Au moins je peux parler français tandis que je suis convaincu que tout le gel que tu mets dans tes cheveux a fait pourrir ton putain de cerveau au point que tu n'en est plus capable."
Blaine scowled at him. “I do not put that much gel in my hair,” he mumbled, choosing to take a sip of coffee at that moment so Kurt wouldn't see the (for lack of a better word) pout that was forming on Blaine's face.
“Yes, you do. James uses less product and he spends thirty minutes hogging one of the mirrors in the bathroom every morning and afternoon!” Kurt's hands got the better of him and he started waving them around to emphasize his point again. “Kevin, with the flat-iron and the cabinet full of hair products? He uses less hair product than you do.”
“I think you're exaggerating.”
“I think that somebody can't accept the fact that the amount of hair gel they use is damaging their brain.”
“It is not that much!” Kurt's face clearly indicated that he thought Blaine was full of crap.
“You go through an entire bottle of hair gel in one week! I have never, in my life, met someone who uses that much product.” Blaine sighed and rolled his eyes.
“I get it, I use hair gel. Can we please change the subject already?”
“Not until you admit to the fact that you use an insane amount of hair gel.” Kurt took a sip of coffee before setting the cup down and crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at Blaine.
Despite whatever Kurt said to Wes and David later, Blaine wanted it put down on record that he only admitted it because he wanted Kurt to shut up.
“Fine.”
“Good, you agree. Now, wha-” What Blaine said sank in and Kurt smirked. “Ha! Victory! You admit it!” Blaine sighed and nodded. “Told you. Though, I do have one question.”
“Go ahead.”
“Why do you use that much hair gel?” Kurt paused for a second before continuing with whatever train of thought he was currently on. “And why do I never see you without fifteen pounds of product in your hair?”
“I have really curly hair.” Blaine half-mumbled it into his coffee cup. Kurt's unimpressed look showed that the explanation was not enough. “Like, really curly hair. My mom made me cut it this summer because it looked like my head exploded.”
“It can't be that bad.” Kurt scoffed. “I look like I dunked my head into a tub full of hairspray and then was attacked by a two year old with a new Barbie brush who's insisting that she's a hairstylist when I wake up in the mornings.”
“Ah, yes, but your hair is easily fixable. Mine was not.” Blaine tried to figure out how to draw a proper picture in Kurt's head. “You know Chris? The Warbler with the really big hair?” Kurt nodded. “Mine was like his, only make it about twenty times curlier and just as long.”
“Still can't picture it on you. And anyway, that's not how your hair is now, so why the gel?”
Blaine sighed. “Meet me back here before we head down to breakfast and I'll show you why.”
Kurt was tapped his foot against the floor and checked his watch again. It was 6:50 and breakfast was starting in ten minutes and he was starving.
“Hey.” Blaine's voice came from the hallway behind him and Kurt turned. When he saw Blaine's hair, his mouth dropped open in shock.
“Um, wow. You weren't kidding.” Blaine's hair was sticking out in all directions and the curliest he'd ever seen on anybody. And that was including Kevin from down the hall, who looked like a Chia Pet when he got out of bed in the morning.
“Yeah, it's pretty bad, huh?” Blaine reached up to run his hand through his hair, which only made it worse. “I really need to get it cut soon. It's getting long again.”
“Blaine, what on Earth did you do to your hair?”
“Seriously, you look like you were tied to a chair and attacked by a curling iron. And possibly electrocuted, because some of those curls are sticking out pretty far.”
Kurt laughed. “Ah, the arrival of the Wondertwins is always fun.” Wes and David gave Kurt a weird look.
“Wondertwins?”
“We're not the Wondertwins!”
“You guys admit to sharing a brain for the past twelve years.” Blaine pointed out. “You're the Wondertwins. Deal with it.”
Wes and David gave Blaine identical glares which caused Kurt to start snickering at them. They turned their glares on Kurt, who only proceeded to laugh harder.
“You guys are constantly in sync. It's a little creepy.” Blaine had a point, though both he and Kurt knew that Wes and David would deny it.
“Of course it would be creepy, because then we'd be in a boy band rather than the Warblers.” Wes gave a little hmph! after David finished.
“There's a difference?” Kurt replied with a smirk. Blaine scoffed.
“I resent that implication, because that would make me Justin Timberlake.”
“No, Blaine, that would make you Lance Bass.”
“Shut up, David.” Wes and David exchanged high-fives and both gave Blaine matching bright grins.
“...I feel like I should go hide now.” Kurt commented. “When Wes and David get those grins on their faces, it means something is going to happen to something else and there will either be property damage or hospital bills.”
“We're hurt, Kurt.”
“Truly. You slay us.” Wes and David both adopted falsely wounded looks and clutched their hands to their hearts. In unison. Again. Kurt wondered if they even realized how often they did it. While Wes was the bitchier of the two, the second they got within ten feet of each other, it was like they were stuck in Wondertwin Mode.
“Okay, I don't know about Fred and George here, but I'm hungry and I know for a fact that you're starving. So can we go get breakfast?” Blaine asked, eyebrow raised at Wes and David, who were still acting heartbroken over what Kurt said. “I'm about to start eating my hair.”
“While there's enough there to feed an entire village for a month, I don't think that would do your digestive system any favors. So, sure, just let me go feed Pavarotti. I forgot to this morning.”
Wes and David blinked at Kurt. “You forgot to feed Pavarotti? You're anal about making sure that bird is fed on time.” David snickered like a twelve-year-old at Wes's comment. Kurt rolls his eyes and smacks them both.
“I was distracted. It was far too early and I ended up spending more time dancing than I usually do because I lost track of time and ended up rushing my routine this morning. Hence the messy hair and forgetting to feed Pavarotti.” Kurt gestured to his hair which they finally noticed was rather ruffled and unkempt compared to how Kurt normally wore it.
“Guys, breakfast?” Blaine asked from the doorway, where he was leaning against the frame.
“Alright, Romeo, jeez.” Wes patted Blaine's shoulder as they walked past to show he was just joking with the Romeo comment. Kurt raised an eyebrow.
“Romeo?” Blaine shook his head.
“No idea. Let's just go.”
“What. Was. That?” Kurt asked, still shell-shocked from the Warblers' rather surprising rendition of Adam Lambert's “If I Had You”. (Wes and David, ever the dorks, used butter knives and bagels during the line “girls in stripper heels, boys rolling in Maseratis”. Nobody in the Warblers was brave enough to ask them what they were on. Kurt made a mental note to sit them all down for a PowerPoint presentation on the Uniform Effect, and how it didn't apply to Wes and David, because of what Kurt referred to as the Wondertwins Effect. Kurt tended to over-use the term “Wondertwins” but he really couldn't think of a more appropriate name for those two.)
“See, here's the thing, Kurt,” Justin began.
“Blaine's kind of crazy about you.” James continued.
“And he tends to go on.” Wes commented.
“And on.” David nodded to emphasize how much Blaine talked about him.
“And really, Kurt, we would really appreciate it if you'd do us all a favor and screw him silly. Or the other way around, if that's your preference.” The other four nodded agreement to Kevin's statement before they all got on their knees and pleaded.
Kurt turned to Blaine, who was being very quiet and turning an alarming shade of red. “Is this true?”
Blaine turned even redder and mumbled something about stupid friends and how he hated them all. “Yes, it is,” he said to Kurt, who was barely suppressing a smile. Kurt reached out and yanked Blaine closer by his tie, causing the older boy to stumble. Looking down at Blaine (which was still a jarring experience at times), he let the grin break through. And, to the joy of the Warblers and floor-mates in attendance, kissed Blaine.
It was awkward at first, like most first kisses are. (Kurt chased away the not-so-vague memory of letterman jackets and being slammed against lockers that wants to make itself known and focused on what he was doing instead.)
After a minute or so, they figured out that turning their heads makes it a little less painful and damaging to their noses, and that Kurt's previous experiences with kissing was total bullshit.
“Okay, guys, you can separate now. Preferably before Mademoiselle Gauthier comes. She's a little weird about PDAs, remember?” Justin's voice broke through the pleasant fog that had clouded their minds. They ignored him, though.
“Come on, guys. Air is kind of essential.” Wes poked them both and they pulled apart to glare at him. Then they remembered where they were and turned bright red to everyone else's amusement.
“Alright!” Wes shouted suddenly. “Pay up, bitches. Most of you owe me money.”
Kurt raised an eyebrow but decided he really just didn't want to know. He instead looked back to Blaine, who was grinning at him and he grinned back just as hard. He turned to everyone else, who were all handing Wes what was an unholy amount of cash.
“And how much did you get for our hard work?” Kurt asked, pulling away from Blaine to put on his best diva pose, hands on the hips which were cocked slightly to the side, eyebrow raised, unamused frown on his face. Wes grinned and counted.
“Four hundred sixty-two dollars and twenty-six cents.”
“...There was almost five hundred dollars riding on this and no one told me anything?” Kurt's face indicated that Wes had better run and hide. And fast. Wes turned to Blaine, trying to ask him with his eyes to distract his... whatever Kurt was now, as quickly as possible.
Blaine, for once, actually understood Wes's pleading and complied. He tapped Kurt on the shoulder and the irate teenager turned to him, eyebrow raised at Blaine now. Blaine repaid the favor from earlier and dragged Kurt in by his tie.
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