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An Artist Who Lost His Touch17"Blaine!" Kurt shouted from the kitchen, "Blaine they're going to be here soon hurry up!"
Blaine walked in wearing a pair of very tight skinny jeans and a blue plaid shirt. "Chill, Kurt. I know for a fact about half of them will turn up late anyway."
Sure enough, it was ten minutes after the arranged time when the doorbell rang. Blaine told Kurt to stay put as he ran to get the door. On his doorstep were three of the girls and a few of the guys.
"Hey guys, come on in," Blaine said with a flourish of his arm, "Kurt's in the living room."
Kurt jumped when he heard the squeals of girls coming from the doorway, he looked over his shoulder to see them heading in their direction, so he stood up. He was greeted with a hug from a short girl with extremely long brown hair, which he returned hesitantly.
"Hi!" She said cheerfully as she released him, "I'm Gunvor, but you can call me Ginny."
Kurt had barely gotten out a hello when a short Latina girl stuck her hand out, "Hi, I'm Chiara. We'
I Just Want to Hear You Laugh1"Are you even listening to me?" Kurt screeched, bringing Blaine out of his thoughts. His fiancé was standing in front of him and had his hands on his hips. "You know, I thought since this is our wedding I'm trying to plan, you'd pay just a bit of attention!"
"I am liste-"
Kurt put up a hand. "Bull shit. You don't even care, do you?"
"No, I don't!" Blaine yelled, raising his voice for the first time as he stood up from the couch. "I really don't fucking care about the colors or what flowers or any of that shit. I could be marrying you in a barn wearing an orange jumper for all I care! I just want to marry you, Kurt. That's why you're planning it all; I really don't care how it looks. As long as you're there it'll be beautiful."
" We are not getting married in a barn." Kurt wrinkled his nose at the idea.
"Is that really all you got from that?" Blaine sighed, cupping Kurt's face in his hands and resting their foreheads together, s
Tropical Kisses 7They woke the next morning to discover they had both slept until quarter to eleven. They hadn't bothered to set an alarm, because at least one of them always ended up waking up with the roosters. Deciding that it was really too late to do much else, they packed up and headed for the beach. The drove down to one away from their condo, a fifteen minute drive at most. It was enclosed by a wall of volcanic rock that stopped the brutal waves that were crashing around from getting in. They set up their towels and stripped off their T-shirts before heading into the water. Blaine started to swim towards the middle, pausing only when he realized Kurt was still only waist-deep. He swam back slowly.
"I'm still getting used to the water, it's cold."
"Just dive in, Kurt. It's more painful if you draw it out." Kurt frowned at his suggesting, instead choosing to wade into the water. Blaine rolled his eyes and splashed him, causing Kurt to squeal loudly and dive at Blaine. He wrapped his arm
An Artist Who Lost His Touch21"Kurt?" Blaine asked his voice rough and barely audible.
"Yes, yes Blaine I'm here." Kurt's hands roamed over his boyfriend, not sure if he wanted to hug him, kiss him, or what.
"What happened? Where are we?"
"We're in the hospital, Blaine." Kurt said quietly, pushing his curls out of his face and letting his hands linger. He watched as Blaine's expression changed from confusion, to realization, to finally relief.
"You're okay, thank god." He breathed, reaching one of his own hands up and intertwining his fingers with Kurt's. "If he would've hurt you I don't know what I would've done."
"Me? Blaine he hurt you," Kurt could feel the stinging in his eyes again, "I thought I had lost you. There was so much blood."
"Hey, it's alright Kurt. I'm fine." Blaine whispered, tilting his head up to kiss Kurt gently. "Everything's okay now."
Cassandra cleared her throat gently and both boys jumped. Kurt had completely forgotten she was there and he blushed at the public display of affection.
An Artist Who Lost His Touch 3You make me
I'm living a Teenage Dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
Blaine smiled brightly at the young boy in front of him. He was obviously from one of the schools competing against the Warblers at sectionals. Blaine had heard about the spy in the halls of Dalton and, along with the group of Windsor Warblers, he decided to put on a little show for him. What Blaine wasn't expecting was the gorgeous boy that now stood in the doorway of the Warblers hall.
My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
The boy was obviously blown away with their performance. Blaine's heart sped up at the way the boy's smile radiated warmth.
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I
We'll be young fore
Blaine was rudely wakened by the sound of his ringtone, and it startled him so much he ne
An Artist Who Lost His Touch10"Hello, Mr. Frantica," Blaine said as he entered his art classroom. He had woken especially early in hopes to catch his teacher alone.
"Blaine? What're you doing back so early?"
Blaine could stop himself from flinching. "Er, stuff didn't work out as well as we thought it would."
"Did you complete a painting?" His teacher asked hopefully. He was one of the few people that still saw potential in Blaine, even if he'd never seen a completed piece of work from the boy.
"Almost " Blaine handed the taller man the rolled up New York skyline painting. He chewed on the inside of his lip nervously as his teacher unrolled it on the table.
"It's it's breathtaking, Blaine. One of your best, I must say. The level of detail is just outstanding. Why did you stop?"
"I started it when I was happy, giddy even, and I'm just I'm not anymore."
"Blaine, I'm sorry, but since it's unfinished you're only going to get a C on it. If it was finished it would get an A for sure. Hell, if
An Artist Who Lost His Touch16Blaine walked into his apartment after another long day of classes, now that he actually attended them he realized how annoyingly long he had to be away from home and Kurt. Instead of seeing the bleak white walls he was so used to, he saw the blue of the sky on a sunny day. Kurt was sitting on his couch and staring out the window where Blaine could just see the top of the Space Needle. A thought formed in his mind as a smirk formed on his face. Blaine walked over to the couch as quietly as possible before leaning down to whisper in Kurt's ear, "The paint looks great."
Kurt must've jumped a good foot in the air as he let out a scream that clearly displayed his years of Broadway experience. "Jesus Christ almighty, Blaine!"
Blaine chuckled as he walked around the couch to set beside Kurt, "Hello."
"Seriously, I thought you were like a serial killer or something, don't do that!" Kurt tried to sound furious, but Blaine could tell he was trying his hardest not to smile. Blaine decided
An Artist Who Lost His Touch 9Kurt woke the next morning to the lovely smell of fresh brewed coffee. He rubbed at his eyes sleepily, a grin in place as he stretched his hands over his head. When he felt the arm of the couch press against his arms the smile vanished from his face as he remembered the events from the night before.
"Oh, Kurt, you're awake." Tia said as she walked in from the kitchen, two coffee mugs in hand. She held one out to him, but Kurt groaned and pushed it away. He wanted to crawl back into a ball and go to sleep. "Kurt, you're going to want to drink it. I I have some bad news."
Kurt reluctantly took the mug from Tia. He knew that she wouldn't tell him until he till a sip, so he brought the cup to his lips. Kurt had to admit that the warm liquid did make him feel a bit better a bit.
"Kurt " Tia's voice broke, and when he looked up at her Kurt saw tears in her eyes.
"What? What happened? What's wrong, Tia, did something happen? Are you okay?"
"Oh, Kurt " She said sadly, tou
An Artist Who Lost His Touch11Kurt looked at his phone in horror. No way. There was no way in hell that that happened. When his ringtone began to play Kurt swallowed nervously. It was Blaine. He didn't know if he wanted to answer. What he had just sent it was so horribly embarrassing and he didn't know if he could deal with whatever Blaine was about to say. Kurt decided to let it ring through. Blaine didn't leave a message so Kurt placed his phone back on his nightstand. He was about to fall asleep when his ringtone played again.
Well, time to face the inevitable, he thought.
"Hi," Blaine's voice sounded husky and rough and Kurt pictured Blaine laying on his bed, his face stubbly and his hair in messy curls. The thought was like a slap to the face.
"Look, Blaine, about that text," Kurt started to say before realizing he wasn't sure where he was going with it.
"Let me guess? You didn't mean to send it?" Blaine asked and Kurt could almost hear him roll his eyes.
"Well, no. I didn't
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