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WIPVEMBER: The One Where I Gave Blaine A Cousin Who Is To Be Played By Brendon Urie
THIS IS HOW WE DOOOOO IT
Fandom: Glee (and Bandomish)
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Length: 1500 wordsish.
Warnings: Shenanigans- underage drinking among friends is not underage drinking.
Notes: So,eponymousanon suggested an AU wherein Brendon Urie goes on Glee to play Blaine's cousin. I ACCEPTED THIS CHALLENGE. Tags right up on "New York."
Kurt's shuffling through selections from Newsies when Blaine remembers to ask.
"Oh, hey," Blaine says, because with all the New York drama and his totally unscripted- yet successful- blurting out of "I love you," he'd totally forgotten. Kurt glances up, questioning.
"Yes?" Kurt asks, with the same small smile that's been lingering in the corner of his mouth since the Lima Bean. The one Blaine wants to kiss, like, all the time.
"My cousin's home from college this week, he's having a party with a bunch of his friends in the area. He wants to meet you," Blaine explains. Well, what Lucas had actually said was "meet the fella who's stolen your heart," but Blaine wasn't repeating that. There's confessing your love in a coffee shop and then there are embarrassing truths. Kurt arches one expressive eyebrow.
"Oh, really?" he asks. Blaine nods.
"I may have told Lucas a lot about you," Blaine admits. "He's sort of curious." Kurt scoots closer.
"Fabulous things, I would hope," Kurt prompts Blaine, teasing and Blaine really can't handle just being around Kurt without exposing his giant fatuous crush on his own boyfriend.
"Are there things about you that aren't fabulous?" Blaine teases back. Kurt's eyes roll skywards in faux-thought.
"I have a secret drawer full of sad old yoga pants that I wear when Mercedes and I eat ice cream together that you're not allowed to see," Kurt says, lips pressed together in terribly concealed amusement. Blaine kisses him, because it's that or explode. A week had felt like a really long time without him.
"I'm still not showing you the yoga pants," Kurt tells him, but he's smiling, mischievous and perfect and Blaine feels silly and in love so he kisses Kurt on the tip of his nose.
"Anyway, are you free Friday night?" Blaine asks, because he knows how Kurt can get if he feels like he doesn't have enough time to contemplate his potential ensemble. Kurt bats his eyelashes at Blaine, ridiculously.
"Well, I guess, if I check with my other boyfriends first, it shouldn't-"
Blaine tackles Kurt against the bed, crinkling all the sheet music underneath them.
===
He picks Kurt up from school on Friday.
"I hope you appreciate that I rode to school in Finn's truck this morning," Kurt says, but there isn't any heat behind it as he drops a perfunctory kiss on Blaine's upturned mouth out the driver's side window.
"I do," Blaine chirps, grinning up at Kurt, who just rolls his eyes and heads around the front of the car to get in.
"I also appreciate you propagating the "my rich private school boyfriend" illusion with your Beemer," Kurt says, running a hand over the dashboard.
"Okay, it was pre-owned," Blaine argues, rolling his eyes. "I mowed a lot of lawns to make payments on it."
"Mmhmm," Kurt hums sweetly at him.
"Shut up, you drive a Navigator," Blaine elbows Kurt, gently. Kurt just hums some more and preens in the visor mirror.
"Oh, thank you, by the way, for being sensitive to my hair issues and driving with the top up," Kurt acknowledges. "I understand that you could drive for days and nothing would budge, but this was a lot of work." Blaine shoots a dark look at Kurt, but it's pretty true.
"It is not too late for me to pull this car over and give you hickeys. I know you didn't think to bring a summer weight scarf with you today." Blaine threatens. Kurt narrows his eyes at Blaine, crosses his arms.
"Blaine Anderson, my next four outfits do not involve scarves, you watch yourself." Kurt says solemnly.
"Hickey the size of a softball," Blaine coos. Kurt wrinkles his nose.
"It's a good thing I kind of like you," Kurt finally says, putting on his sunglasses.
"I'm going to kiss the crap out of you when we finally get to Lucas's house," Blaine warns him. "Just, like, a lot." Kurt sighs but Blaine can see Kurt's smile from the corner of his eye.
"I guess I can live with that," Kurt says.
They do spend an entire fifteen minutes making out, more or less in broad daylight, outside of Lucas's house before they hear a tap on the window.
Lucas wiggles his fingers at them.
"Hi, I hope I'm interrupting something," he says cheerfully. "You can come inside and hang out with us and drink shitty beer or I can leave you guys out here for my nosy old neighbor, Mrs. Iacollo, to watch." Blaine sighs, because this isn't how he wanted Lucas and Kurt to meet and Kurt will be all flustered and prickly and-
"Well, I never put on a free show," Kurt quips and sticks his hand across Blaine to roll the window down and shake hands with Lucas. "Hi, I'm Blaine's boyfriend, Kurt." Lucas grins so widely that his cheeks push up his thick, black plastic frame glasses.
"I'm Blaine's wild and crazy cousin in college who will buy you guys alcohol," Lucas offers. "Well, find a guy to buy you guys alcohol, I'm only 20. Lucas."
"C'mon inside, though. Want you guys to meet everyone!" Lucas says, waving an arm as he already starts walking across the lawn rather than on the path in a straight line back to the front door. Kurt is already out the door and all Blaine can think is, "Well, that went better than expected."
By the time Blaine gets to the front door- conscientiously following the flagstone path- Lucas has already flung an arm around Kurt's shoulder and is introducing him to a couple of people Blaine recognizes and could probably name, if pushed.
"So, that's the guy, huh?" Blaine's barely past the threshold, but Dylan is already behind him, silently shutting the door.
"Yeah, that's Kurt," Blaine says, unable to keep his complete infatuation out of his voice. Dylan just snorts, but in a goodnatured way. "Good to see you, man," Dylan nods and fuck, that's a great beard he's grown.
"Been a while," Dylan agrees. "You'd better go rescue your boy. Lu is introducing him to Paul." Darren met Paul once, a year ago and he'd still somehow gotten mass-texted a picture of his dick, with everyone else.
"Thanks," Blaine says absently, already headed off to do- well, who knows what, even, but to do.
"Hi," Blaine tries, presenting himself in the circle of Kurt, Lucas and Paul.
"Hello, you," Kurt says cheerfully. "You didn't tell me Lucas was in a band." Kurt's tone is playfully accusing, but there's a real hint of reprimand in there somewhere.
"We're a musical family, what can I say," Lucas offers. "I taught Blaine the guitar myself." Lucas had had about three weeks of lessons before his teacher had said he didn't have anything more to really teach him. It had taken Blaine an entire summer to stop looking at his hands. But that had been their entire childhood- Lucas going from instrument to instrument- piano, guitar, drums, bass, accordion, organ, cello, violin, and trumpet- and Blaine trying to keep up.
"Then thank you for the ukulele serenades," Kurt chirps. Lucas just laughs and manages to nudge Blaine, who dredges up a smile from somewhere. Paul wanders off with a wave, in the way of parties and Kurt smiles at Lucas.
"So, you have to be the king of the people who would tell me embarrassing stories about Blaine," Kurt wheedles. "If nothing else, you have to tell me when the gelling started so I can mourn appropriately by Victorian standards." Lucas is startled for a second, but cackles a maniacal laugh.
"You will not make it through the night if you tell the paddle pool story," Blaine forewarns, because jesus, what was he doing, introducing Kurt to Lucas? Lucas just waggles his eyebrows.
"You know, you should just go get me and Kurt a beer, I totally promise not to tell any embarrassing stories." Lucas bats his eyelashes innocently at Blaine.
"I wish there was a way to embarrass you, but you love any attention," Blaine says ruefully. Lucas cackles again and drops a sloppy kiss to Blaine's cheek.
"It's true, it's true," Lucas warbles. "Fine, I'll go get you guys some drinks. And find Dylan, shit, Kurt has to meet Dyl." Kurt slips his hand into Blaine's and squeezes slightly.
"Hey, you okay?" Kurt asks, a faint line sketching in between his brows. Blaine reminds himself to smile.
"Of course," he aims for reassuring. "So, what do you think?" He nods his head toward the kitchen where he can just hear Lucas laughing. Kurt raises his eyebrows, but there's a smile, cheshire-like and small, curving his lips.
"You're very alike," Kurt finally says after a long, thoughtful moment. "You really looked up to him, didn't you?" Blaine only hesitates for a fraction of a second before he nods.
"I wanted to be just like him," Blaine agrees quietly and Kurt's about to say something, that faint worry line back, but Lucas reappears with a grin, beers, and Dylan and the moment is gone.
Fandom: Glee (and Bandomish)
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Length: 1500 wordsish.
Warnings: Shenanigans- underage drinking among friends is not underage drinking.
Notes: So,
eponymousanon suggested an AU wherein Brendon Urie goes on Glee to play Blaine's cousin. I ACCEPTED THIS CHALLENGE. Tags right up on "New York."Kurt's shuffling through selections from Newsies when Blaine remembers to ask.
"Oh, hey," Blaine says, because with all the New York drama and his totally unscripted- yet successful- blurting out of "I love you," he'd totally forgotten. Kurt glances up, questioning.
"Yes?" Kurt asks, with the same small smile that's been lingering in the corner of his mouth since the Lima Bean. The one Blaine wants to kiss, like, all the time.
"My cousin's home from college this week, he's having a party with a bunch of his friends in the area. He wants to meet you," Blaine explains. Well, what Lucas had actually said was "meet the fella who's stolen your heart," but Blaine wasn't repeating that. There's confessing your love in a coffee shop and then there are embarrassing truths. Kurt arches one expressive eyebrow.
"Oh, really?" he asks. Blaine nods.
"I may have told Lucas a lot about you," Blaine admits. "He's sort of curious." Kurt scoots closer.
"Fabulous things, I would hope," Kurt prompts Blaine, teasing and Blaine really can't handle just being around Kurt without exposing his giant fatuous crush on his own boyfriend.
"Are there things about you that aren't fabulous?" Blaine teases back. Kurt's eyes roll skywards in faux-thought.
"I have a secret drawer full of sad old yoga pants that I wear when Mercedes and I eat ice cream together that you're not allowed to see," Kurt says, lips pressed together in terribly concealed amusement. Blaine kisses him, because it's that or explode. A week had felt like a really long time without him.
"I'm still not showing you the yoga pants," Kurt tells him, but he's smiling, mischievous and perfect and Blaine feels silly and in love so he kisses Kurt on the tip of his nose.
"Anyway, are you free Friday night?" Blaine asks, because he knows how Kurt can get if he feels like he doesn't have enough time to contemplate his potential ensemble. Kurt bats his eyelashes at Blaine, ridiculously.
"Well, I guess, if I check with my other boyfriends first, it shouldn't-"
Blaine tackles Kurt against the bed, crinkling all the sheet music underneath them.
He picks Kurt up from school on Friday.
"I hope you appreciate that I rode to school in Finn's truck this morning," Kurt says, but there isn't any heat behind it as he drops a perfunctory kiss on Blaine's upturned mouth out the driver's side window.
"I do," Blaine chirps, grinning up at Kurt, who just rolls his eyes and heads around the front of the car to get in.
"I also appreciate you propagating the "my rich private school boyfriend" illusion with your Beemer," Kurt says, running a hand over the dashboard.
"Okay, it was pre-owned," Blaine argues, rolling his eyes. "I mowed a lot of lawns to make payments on it."
"Mmhmm," Kurt hums sweetly at him.
"Shut up, you drive a Navigator," Blaine elbows Kurt, gently. Kurt just hums some more and preens in the visor mirror.
"Oh, thank you, by the way, for being sensitive to my hair issues and driving with the top up," Kurt acknowledges. "I understand that you could drive for days and nothing would budge, but this was a lot of work." Blaine shoots a dark look at Kurt, but it's pretty true.
"It is not too late for me to pull this car over and give you hickeys. I know you didn't think to bring a summer weight scarf with you today." Blaine threatens. Kurt narrows his eyes at Blaine, crosses his arms.
"Blaine Anderson, my next four outfits do not involve scarves, you watch yourself." Kurt says solemnly.
"Hickey the size of a softball," Blaine coos. Kurt wrinkles his nose.
"It's a good thing I kind of like you," Kurt finally says, putting on his sunglasses.
"I'm going to kiss the crap out of you when we finally get to Lucas's house," Blaine warns him. "Just, like, a lot." Kurt sighs but Blaine can see Kurt's smile from the corner of his eye.
"I guess I can live with that," Kurt says.
They do spend an entire fifteen minutes making out, more or less in broad daylight, outside of Lucas's house before they hear a tap on the window.
Lucas wiggles his fingers at them.
"Hi, I hope I'm interrupting something," he says cheerfully. "You can come inside and hang out with us and drink shitty beer or I can leave you guys out here for my nosy old neighbor, Mrs. Iacollo, to watch." Blaine sighs, because this isn't how he wanted Lucas and Kurt to meet and Kurt will be all flustered and prickly and-
"Well, I never put on a free show," Kurt quips and sticks his hand across Blaine to roll the window down and shake hands with Lucas. "Hi, I'm Blaine's boyfriend, Kurt." Lucas grins so widely that his cheeks push up his thick, black plastic frame glasses.
"I'm Blaine's wild and crazy cousin in college who will buy you guys alcohol," Lucas offers. "Well, find a guy to buy you guys alcohol, I'm only 20. Lucas."
"C'mon inside, though. Want you guys to meet everyone!" Lucas says, waving an arm as he already starts walking across the lawn rather than on the path in a straight line back to the front door. Kurt is already out the door and all Blaine can think is, "Well, that went better than expected."
By the time Blaine gets to the front door- conscientiously following the flagstone path- Lucas has already flung an arm around Kurt's shoulder and is introducing him to a couple of people Blaine recognizes and could probably name, if pushed.
"So, that's the guy, huh?" Blaine's barely past the threshold, but Dylan is already behind him, silently shutting the door.
"Yeah, that's Kurt," Blaine says, unable to keep his complete infatuation out of his voice. Dylan just snorts, but in a goodnatured way. "Good to see you, man," Dylan nods and fuck, that's a great beard he's grown.
"Been a while," Dylan agrees. "You'd better go rescue your boy. Lu is introducing him to Paul." Darren met Paul once, a year ago and he'd still somehow gotten mass-texted a picture of his dick, with everyone else.
"Thanks," Blaine says absently, already headed off to do- well, who knows what, even, but to do.
"Hi," Blaine tries, presenting himself in the circle of Kurt, Lucas and Paul.
"Hello, you," Kurt says cheerfully. "You didn't tell me Lucas was in a band." Kurt's tone is playfully accusing, but there's a real hint of reprimand in there somewhere.
"We're a musical family, what can I say," Lucas offers. "I taught Blaine the guitar myself." Lucas had had about three weeks of lessons before his teacher had said he didn't have anything more to really teach him. It had taken Blaine an entire summer to stop looking at his hands. But that had been their entire childhood- Lucas going from instrument to instrument- piano, guitar, drums, bass, accordion, organ, cello, violin, and trumpet- and Blaine trying to keep up.
"Then thank you for the ukulele serenades," Kurt chirps. Lucas just laughs and manages to nudge Blaine, who dredges up a smile from somewhere. Paul wanders off with a wave, in the way of parties and Kurt smiles at Lucas.
"So, you have to be the king of the people who would tell me embarrassing stories about Blaine," Kurt wheedles. "If nothing else, you have to tell me when the gelling started so I can mourn appropriately by Victorian standards." Lucas is startled for a second, but cackles a maniacal laugh.
"You will not make it through the night if you tell the paddle pool story," Blaine forewarns, because jesus, what was he doing, introducing Kurt to Lucas? Lucas just waggles his eyebrows.
"You know, you should just go get me and Kurt a beer, I totally promise not to tell any embarrassing stories." Lucas bats his eyelashes innocently at Blaine.
"I wish there was a way to embarrass you, but you love any attention," Blaine says ruefully. Lucas cackles again and drops a sloppy kiss to Blaine's cheek.
"It's true, it's true," Lucas warbles. "Fine, I'll go get you guys some drinks. And find Dylan, shit, Kurt has to meet Dyl." Kurt slips his hand into Blaine's and squeezes slightly.
"Hey, you okay?" Kurt asks, a faint line sketching in between his brows. Blaine reminds himself to smile.
"Of course," he aims for reassuring. "So, what do you think?" He nods his head toward the kitchen where he can just hear Lucas laughing. Kurt raises his eyebrows, but there's a smile, cheshire-like and small, curving his lips.
"You're very alike," Kurt finally says after a long, thoughtful moment. "You really looked up to him, didn't you?" Blaine only hesitates for a fraction of a second before he nods.
"I wanted to be just like him," Blaine agrees quietly and Kurt's about to say something, that faint worry line back, but Lucas reappears with a grin, beers, and Dylan and the moment is gone.