The Best Laid Plans - Chapter Two

Title: The Best Laid Plans - Chapter Two
Author: x_nscangel_x 
Rating: PG-13 so far
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine (Glee)
Summary: Written for this prompt: The Warblers are tired of watching Kurt and Blaine dance around their feelings and they decide to take matters into their own hands and get them together. They didn't expect it to be so difficult though.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Fox or anything else associated with it.

A/N: so don’t hate me for bringing in an OC…actually you can hate the OC, just not me please.

Sorry that this took so long to update. I’ve been having some issues getting my mind back on track with all of the stories that I’ve been trying to write for another fandom.

            “Kurt, you can’t choose to not be my friend for the rest of your life,” Blaine says irritably as Kurt is pacing around the room angrily and shooting daggers at him with his eyes.

            “Why did you have to talk to my dad about it? My dad, out of all people?” he hollers.

            “He’s the only person you would have listened to!” Blaine retorts. “You would barely even listen to me!”

            “Well Blaine, I don’t see anyone else trying to have sex with me at the moment, so I’m pretty sure that conversation was extremely purposeless!” Kurt snaps.

            It’s Friday afternoon at Dalton. Classes ended five minutes ago, and Kurt was angry.

            “I don’t get it,” Blaine grits. “Why are you so mad at me all of a sudden? I thought you were okay with it!”

            “No Blaine, I’m not, because apparently my dad also told Finn, and now he thinks that it’s his job to suddenly become my bodyguard wherever I go!” Kurt shouts in frustration, throwing his hands up in the air. “Just yesterday, while I was at the parking lot, I see Finn there. And I was talking with Thad about homework and Finn actually asks him if we were using protection! Protection, Blaine!”

            “I was trying to help you,” Blaine whispers sadly. “I didn’t…I wanted you to be educated. I didn’t know it was going to end up like this.”

            Kurt sits down huffily and refuses to look at Blaine. He just sits down next to Kurt and puts a hand on his shoulder. “We all care about you,” Blaine says earnestly. “We are thoughtful enough to go out of our way to take care of you and we all care. Finn is your brother, and I know it’s just step-brothers, but you guys care about each other. He’s obviously trying to protect you, and your dad’s the same. I am too. We just…I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

            Kurt still doesn’t look at him, and just stares at the window. Blaine refuses to budge and sits there, with Kurt’s back to his face and his hand on Kurt’s shoulder. Finally after a few minutes, Kurt turns around and hugs Blaine.

            “I’m sorry,” he sighs. “That was…that was stupid of me.”

            Blaine tilts his chin up softly, giving Kurt a big smile. “It’s okay.”

            “No, it’s not,” Kurt sniffs. “I mean, I’m so damn lucky to have you and I act like such a bitch all the time,” he says pitifully, wrapping his arms around himself.

            “No, it’s not like that,” Blaine says urgently, hugging him tightly. “Come on, stop that,” Blaine urges. “Smile for me, can you do that? I’m not mad at you.”

            Kurt buries his head in Blaine’s neck and his heart must have stopped for a second before resuming its beating again by ten times the speed before.

            “Uh,” Blaine says, unsure of what to do. He settles for rubbing Kurt’s arm and leaning his head on the top of Kurt’s coiffed hair.

            Wes chooses this moment to come into his room, and the look on his face makes Blaine want to crawl into the deepest hole on earth and die in it.

            “Um, I’ll come back later,” Wes says gleefully, eyes twinkling with mirth. “Be safe, you guys!” Blaine uses the arm not touching Kurt to grab the closet object and fling it at Wes. He just ducks and laughs as he walks out the door. “Have fun!”

            Blaine groans and Kurt lifts his head. “Was that Wes?” he asks tiredly, his hair slightly rumpled and he looked absolutely adorable.

            “Yeah, it was. You can ignore everything he said. He’s being stupid.”

            “Aren’t most boys?” Kurt says sagely, and leans forward. “I would really like to go see that movie with you now.”

            Blaine’s eyes widen, and he feels inexplicably happy. “Really?”

            Kurt nods, smiling back at him. “Really. Even if I have to sit through lesbian porn.”

            “You’d sit through lesbian porn for me?” Blaine says sappily, batting his eyelashes teasingly.

            Kurt just snickers. “Of course I would. You’re my best friend.”

            Blaine feels warmth in his chest that he just can’t quite explain.

            When Blaine walks into Warbler practice, all of them are looking at him strangely, like he has suddenly sprouted another head.

            “Uh…hey…guys,” he says slowly, dropping his bag onto the couch. “What are you guys doing?”

            “We heard you and Kurt were getting plenty cozy yesterday,” David says mischievously.

            Blaine rolls his eyes. “For goodness sake, we were just hugging. We were fully clothed!”

            “Are you sure?” Wes asks innocuously. “Did any clothes come off after I left?”

            Blaine groans and gives up when all of the Warblers start to laugh. “All of you suck.”

Kurt dashes into the room, panting and flushed. “Sorry I’m late!” he apologizes fervently, flopping down onto the couch next to Blaine. “I had to talk with the teacher about a project.”

            Wes nods seriously, all previous teasing forgotten. “That’s fine Kurt. Now, let’s continue on with our Regional numbers…”

            Practice went smoothly as it could have with the amount of practice they have had. Blaine’s a little hoarse from belting out all of the solos, but it’s nothing that a little coffee wouldn’t fix, he says happily.

            He taps Kurt on the shoulder when they’re out of the room. “So do you want to go get some coffee?” he asks hopefully.

            Kurt just sighs. “Blaine, I always go with you. Stop looking at me with those big eyes like I’ll reject you.”

            “Just, you know, making sure,” he says, jumping with joy on the inside. “Come on, I’ll drive.”

            “No, I’m driving,” Kurt says determinedly. “I just washed my baby and I’m showing her off for the whole world to see how awesome my car is.”

            They walk down to the parking lot, arms linked together and enthusiastically conversing the newest issue of Vogue. Until Blaine seems someone leaning on Kurt’s car as they walk closer.

            “Uh, Kurt, who’s that?” Blaine inquires uncertainly.

            Kurt looks forward and sees the guy standing there, wearing a Dalton uniform and looking impossibly hot and Blaine feels white hot anger directed towards this person.

            “Hi Kurt!” waves the stranger, walking towards him. Kurt is red-faced now, and Blaine wants to ask him what the hell is going on.

            “Daniel!” Kurt replies, tugging on his bangs. “What are you doing here?”

            “I thought that we were…” the Daniel guy turns and sees Blaine. “Oh, are you two going somewhere?”

            Blaine takes a deep breath and forces himself to be dapper. Dapper boy, everyone loves a dapper boy.

            “Hi, I’m Blaine,” he says pleasantly, holding out a hand. Daniel shakes it and Blaine knows that he could have squeezed his hand with a little less force.

            “Yeah, I know, you’re the lead for the Warblers, right?” Daniel says smiling, and Blaine wants to wipe that stupid smile off of his face.

            “It’s more of a team effort,” he adds indifferently, and Kurt makes a noise next to him.

            “Blaine and I were just going to get coffee,” Kurt tells Daniel, “but you’re more than welcome to come along. Can he come, Blaine?”

            He personally wants nothing more than to tell Daniel that Kurt is officially off-limits and that he is not welcome within a ten-mile radius of Kurt. But he just grits his teeth and nods with a smile plastered on his face.

            Kurt giggles happily and claps his hands together, jumping up and down and running over to his car and trying to open the door, leaving Blaine and Daniel standing their awkwardly. Well, awkward for Daniel anyways. Blaine was currently looking at the other boy as if he would like nothing more than to absolutely rip him apart into tiny little bit-size pieces.

            Blaine just shrugs and goes towards the passenger seat, grinning smugly to himself when Daniel trudges towards the backseat. Through the entire car ride Kurt chats with him about anything and everything. He can feel Daniel just sitting there, trying to cut into the conversation at some point, but not knowing any of the topics. Blaine feels pretty proud of himself. He knows what most guys want, and he’s not going to let that happen, not with Kurt.

            Kurt parks smoothly and Blaine rushes off the car to run around the car and open the door for Kurt. He gives him a big smile and tucks his hair behind his ear. Blaine inwardly pumps his fists into the air.

            “One Medium drip and grande latte mocha,” Blaine says efficiently as they reach the cashier.

            “Will that be all for you today?” the cashier replies, smartly punching in numbers onto the cash register.

            “Oh, I’m not sure what he wants,” Blaine replies airily, pointing at Daniel. He scoots out of the line. “Order whatever you want,” Blaine says with a big smile, “it’s on me.”

            Kurt follows Blaine to their normal table and he watches Daniel order his coffee.

            “So who is he?” Blaine asks casually as Daniel is now also looking at the display of little desserts.

            “Oh, he’s in my French class,” Kurt replies, staring at him. “He offered to help me on this really difficult assignment and we just became friends. He’s so well-rounded. He’s on the debate team and he does a bunch of different sports. He’s really smart,” Kurt adds with a small smile.

            “So do you…like him,” Blaine says painfully, his heart lurching.

            Kurt gives him a funny stare. “Blaine, we’re just friends. We’ve known each other for about two weeks. I don’t develop crushes in two weeks. Have a little faith in me.”

            Blaine feels a weight being lifted from his shoulders and wants to tell Kurt something that he might possibly be sure of but Daniel comes to their table and sits down next to Kurt and gives him a beautiful smile and Blaine shuts up.

            The entire coffee-trip was a total disaster. Daniel was blatantly flirting with Kurt that is wasn’t even funny, but Kurt wasn’t picking up on anything and just smiled, practically encouraging Daniel to continue.

            Blaine just sat off to the side, fuming over his coffee and feeling like the stupid third wheel. He wanted to strangle Daniel. He wanted to make him stay away from his Kurt.

            He blinks and mentally backtracks his thoughts. Whoa, his Kurt? Kurt is not… his. Like, he is his friend and all, but not…

            Blaine feels extremely confused, and mutters about going to the bathroom. Kurt doesn’t even really pay attention to him, and Blaine wants to hurt Daniel even more.

            He ends up walking out of the shop and just sits on the hood of Kurt’s car. It’s an agonizing fifteen minutes as he thinks about what Daniel and Kurt could be talking about.

            Derek’s right, he tells himself. He’s right and I can’t…I can’t lose Kurt, not to something like him.

            When Kurt walks out of the coffee shop with Daniel, all Blaine does is smile and opens the door for Kurt, earning him a small smile and a whispered “thank you”.

            He turns his head to lock eyes with Daniel in the backseat. They exchange glances.

            Oh, it is so on.

            “Oh my god, that movie was so freaky,” Kurt says shakily as they walk out of the theatre.

            “It wasn’t that bad!” Blaine says laughing, finishing his popcorn.

            “Oh my god, she—I’m forever questioning your movie choices,” Kurt pouts.

            Blaine chuckles and throws an arm around Kurt’s shoulder. “Come on, it wasn’t that scary. I let you squeeze my hand so hard that you cut off my circulation, didn’t I?”

            Kurt blushes and whacks him on the arm. “It was scary.”

            “The lesbian porn or the part where she goes all psycho-crazy?”

            “Both!” Kurt groans.

            “Okay, big bad Blaine promises to never take baby Kurt to watch movies that have anything higher than a PG-13 rating,” Blaine teases, throwing his popcorn into the trashcan.

            That statement earns him several hard whacks on his upper body and Blaine now knows why David is so scared of Kurt.

            Blaine was in an incredibly good mood. Kurt had to cancel a study date with Daniel because Kurt had already promised to watch Black Swan with him. They had spent the whole afternoon at the mall shopping before going to buy the tickets.

            The movie must have really freaked Kurt out, because he was hiding into Blaine’s side the entire time and holding his hand extremely tightly. While the hand-holding thing seriously hurt, it still made Blaine feel really warm inside.

            He had told himself that he really liked Kurt. But he wasn’t sure of what to do.

            But his fellow Warblers always had a plan, and he decided to enlist their help.

            Wes and Thad are engaging in The Battle for the Gavel, while David is just sitting there, looking extremely bored and doodling in his notebook.

            “I am the supreme dictator!” Wes screams, thumping Thad on the head. “The gavel is mine!”

            “NO!” Thad shouts, trying to tug in from Wes’s hands. “It belongs to me!”

            “Guys, what the hell is going on?” Blaine exclaims as he walks into the room. The rest of the Warblers are just sitting down, watching Thad and Wes in amusement.

            “This is the funniest thing ever,” Jeff says, trying to get a better angle with his phone. “This is so going on YouTube.”

            “Besides, they were already doing this when we came in,” Victor says, boredom seeping into his voice. “We’re pretty solid on our songs anyways.”

            “No—guys! I need to ask you guys for help!” Blaine bellows, his voice so loud that Wes and Thad stop tugging on the gavel. David takes this opportunity to take the gavel from their hands and he stuffs it into his bag, glaring at the two of them and daring them to take it from him.

            “Now that’s done with,” Blaine mutters scathingly, “I need your help. I think…I might like Kurt,” he says sheepishly.

            The entire room goings into an uproar. Some of the boys are jumping up and down, some of them are looking at Blaine with an “are you fucking kidding me” expression, and some just look stunned.

            “We didn’t expect you to realize so quickly!” David shouts happily, clapping him on the back. “We thought it would take you at least five months before you even made a move!”

            “Wait—what?” Blaine says, confused. “You guys knew about this?”

            “Of course!” Liam bounces, his cherubic face lighting up with excitement. “It was so obvious. We were even trying to get you guys together!”

            Wes gets the gavel out from David’s bag and bangs on it three times. The Warblers quiet down and sit back on the couches.

            He straightens his hair. “So, we have one part of the master plan done. Blaine has now realized his feelings for Kurt. All we need is for Kurt to realize them too and reciprocate it. They should be making beautiful gay babies in no time.”

            The Warblers clap and Blaine just shakes his head.

            “I think Kurt might like this other guy though,” he says sadly. “There’s this guy, Daniel, in his French class, and I think they’re pretty close.”

            The room is quiet. David looks stunned. “I know him. We have the same class. He sits behind Kurt.”

            “Do you…do they look like they like each other?”

            David scratches his head. “I’m not sure,” he admits. “I don’t think Kurt really notices stuff like that. But it looks like Daniel does have an interest in Kurt.”

            Blaine groans and buries his head in his hands. “You should have heard the way that Kurt was talking about him. He was all going on about how David was so awesome and how smart he is and everything. Even I think he’s hot. I’ll never compete with him!” Blaine moans.

            Wes stands up, looking affronted. “How dare you!” he shouts. “You are the soloist of the Warblers! We’re like…we’re rock stars! All you need to do is sing a really mushy song to Kurt during practice, and then he’ll know that you really like him!”

            “This is…I wouldn’t know what to sing,” Blaine pleads.

            Liam raises his hand, looking quite pleased with himself. “I have the perfect song for you guys,” he says softly. “I can show it to you later, if you want.”

            Blaine nods, some of the fear in his chest dissipating. “I’d like that.”

            “Kurt, you’re needed in the Warbler’s practice room,” Liam says very sweetly and angelically after his math class.

            “Why? Is there a meeting or something?” Kurt asks, swinging his bag onto his shoulder.

            “Uh, I don’t know,” Liam says. “Blaine’s there though.”     

            Kurt perks up. “Really?”

            “Yeah, but we need to go now,” Liam urges, and tugs on Kurt’s blazer.

            They run to the practice room, and Liam raps on the door five times in irregular beats.

            “Okay you can go in now,” Liam says when a three even knocks are replied through the door.

            “Wait, what—“

            Liam shoves Kurt through the door and Kurt is brushing his blazer clean when he sees that the room is almost empty of people.

            “Blaine?” he asks timidly. “Are you in here, somewhere?”

            “I’m here,” Blaine answers, coming in from another door on the opposite side of the room.

            “Liam said that you were looking for me,” Kurt says. “Where did all of the Warblers go?”

            “Um, this is just for me,” Blaine replies, looking very uneasy, “and you.”

            Kurt sees that he’s carrying a guitar with him. “Are you…performing?”

            Blaine takes a shaky breath. “Kurt, I need you to listen to the words, okay? I really need you to listen.”

            Kurt’s a bit scared now. “Blaine, what’s going on?”

            “I just…I need to tell you something,” he says, looking straight at Kurt with those deep hazel eyes. “I need you to listen. You have to promise me.”

            Kurt tries to breathe properly. “I-I promise.”

            Blaine takes a deep breath, swings the guitar onto his lap, and sits on the armrest of one of the couches.

            He starts playing a soft strumming melody, and Kurt feels some of the nerves melt away. He opens his mouth and Kurt relaxes as Blaine’s beautiful voice starts to fill the room.

I think that possibly, maybe I’m falling for you

Yes there’s a chance that I’ve fallen quite hard over you

I’ve seen the paths that your eyes wander down

I wanna come too

I think that possibly, maybe I’m falling for you

            Blaine breaks off and starts to play with riff, and looks straight at Kurt, his eyes soulful. Kurt doesn’t know what to do. The lyrics are…pretty straightforward as they come, but he’s dreaming, he has to be dreaming…

No one understands me quite like you do

Through all of the shadowy corners of me

I never knew just what it was

About this old coffee shop I love so much

All of the while I never knew

            Kurt chokes back a laugh. Of course Blaine would sing a song about coffee shops. He couldn’t even think about coffee anymore without thinking about Blaine.

I think that possibly
Maybe I've fallen for you
Yes, there's a chance
That I've fallen quite hard over you

I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine
Now I'm shining too

Because, oh because
I've fallen quite hard over you

            Blaine is getting swept up into the song and Kurt just feels like he’s floating. He felt exceptionally calm and happy.

If I didn't know you, I'd rather not know
If I couldn't have you, I'd rather be alone

I never knew just what it was
About the same coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew

I never knew just what it was
About this old coffee shop I love so much
All of the while I never knew-

All of the while
All of the while, it was you
You-
You-
You-

            The song ends on a poignant final note and Blaine sets the guitar down, looking and Kurt expectantly. “Was that…did you like it?” he asks tentatively.

            Kurt nods, wringing his hands together. “You sing beautifully,” he whispers. Kurt isn’t sure what else he can say. He’s too nervous, too afraid.

            “I…I hope you listened to the words,” Blaine says, stepping closer to Kurt. “I really…I meant it.”

            “All of it?” Kurt squeaks.

            Blaine nods, looking as scared as Kurt feels. “I mean, I know that it might have been a little straightforward, but Liam showed me the song and I just knew that it was perfect because it’s so…”

            “It’s us,” Kurt breathes. “It’s like it’s written for us.”

            Blaine swallows nervously. “Y-yeah.”

            A heavy silence falls between them, and Kurt’s unsure of what to do.

            “Well?” Blaine asks after a while.

            “Well what?”

            “Do you…did you even hear the lyrics? I like you, a lot. And…I want to have a chance with you. I know I screwed up before, but this isn’t…I mean it this time.”

            Kurt feels like someone pulled the rug up from underneath his feet. “You…really?”

            “Yeah,” Blaine says earnestly.

            Kurt shakes his head. He’s finding it hard to breathe. The room which seemed to big and airy is now suffocating him. “I need to… I need to think.”

            He rushes out of the room before Blaine can say anything. Kurt doesn’t miss the broken way Blaine calls his name, but he does miss Blaine’s confused and heartbroken expression as he tries to figure out what exactly went wrong.