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Somewhere Only We Know: Scattered: Klaine
The room was large, but it appeared bare. Unless a graveyard of moving boxes could be considered decor. He…
Kurt nodded lightly as Blaine mentioned not seeing anything odd just yet, little did the black-haired male know that just by him standing there conversing with him was an odd occurrence. “No? Nothing?” The brunette paused, turning and following Blaine up the stairs. Eyes roaming around the room as if in search of something that couldn’t be seen by anyone but himself. “None.. of the neighbors giving you what for just yet?” The younger male pressed, nodding his head as he decided that everything seemed to be in the norm. God forbid Santana were to choose right now to come waltzing over though.
He then paused, raising an eyebrow at the question and running a hand through his hair. It had been a while since someone actually asked about him. “Heh, twenty-two isn’t bad. At least you can drink legally.” The brunette spoke, almost avoiding the subject of age before walking into Blaine’s slightly messy room and leaning against the computer desk lightly. “I my self am only eighteen. Sadly, we can’t go for drinks.” Kurt spoke, putting on a fake pout as he shifted so he could see the smaller male’s book collection.
So the kid was still in highschool. At least he was a legal age. But still, Blaine felt awkward almost immediately. It wasn’t as if he was planning to ravage the boy or any of the sort. Blaine did in fact tend to take relationships very seriously and he had never been one for flings or anything too fast. Yet, it was still rather strange to have some one so young in the privacy of his bedroom. As an adult, it just didn’t feel right. Then again, the kid was of legal age. It was conflicting, and he did really need the help unpacking and perhaps organizing as well. Eyes flickered to the well dress but younger male ,” The neighbors I’ve met have all seemed very nice. A bit strange, but likable.” He said, leaning against the wall as he let his eyes wonder in order to place a list in his head of everything needed to get done.
Leaning down he lifted a box filled with bowties to the bed. The box tipped over as he pressed his hand against it, allowing all the colourful ribbons to spill out against the whiteness of the sheets. Pressing his lips together, different ways to sort them out filed through his mile. A rainbow pattern seemed the most fitting, He took a moment to glance back at Kurt. ” So, you’ll be going to highschool with my sister’s daughter. Violet.” And even that sounded wrong.
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Somewhere Only We Know: Scattered: Klaine
The room was large, but it appeared bare. Unless a graveyard of moving boxes could be considered decor. He highly doubted it. Blaine for the most part, didn’t put much effort in the actually decorating of his…
Kurt smiled as the black-haired male mentioned something about being behind in the unpacking and cleaning portion that moving into a new house required, nodding his head as he ran the tips of his fingers over the boxes circling the large room. “It’s fine, really. Nothing I’m not already overly used to. People.. tend to come and go in this house.” The brunette spoke, turning his attention on Blaine and letting his eyes wander up and down the older male’s frame for a moment or two. “So.. Blaine, How are you liking the new house? Any.. odd occurrences?” Kurt asked, moving his hand away from the box and looking around the room.
The taller of the two male’s then paused, making a face as he considered something mentally before focusing his attention back on the black-haired male. “How.. old are you? If you don’t mind me asking.” The brunette spoke, guessing from his height that the black-haired male had to be around his and Tate’s age. But still, he came across as so mature. Maybe he was older?
He took a step away from the door, sighing lightly as he followed after Kurt. He rose his head up to watch the taller male walk around in a circle as if he were examining everything. ” I love it.” he responded with a clap of his hands. The hands now clasped together pressed against his chest as he moved over to Kurt, an obvious bounce in his step. ” Odd..?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow up to Kurt. ” No, nothing..odd.” He stated, eye brows drawn together with a shake of his head. ” What do you mean?” Blaine asked, watching Kurt with more interest now. And not just because of his nice figure. The question almost concerned Blaine. Oh no..his heart found a little jump to it as his mind jumped to conclusions. Please don’t be in highschool he found himself thinking, praying almost. He didn’t even know quite why he wanted the boy to be older. Perhaps it was attraction he felt towards the male?
” Twenty two..” He spoke gently. Truthfully but almost hesitantly. As if the number could condemn him. ” And you?, If you don’t mind me asking?” Blaine bit lightly into his lip, walking past the boy to the stairs. Guilt was starting to layer down upon him, there wasn’t a way he was taking a highschooler up to his room for anything.
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Somewhere Only We Know: Scattered: Klaine
The room was large, but it appeared bare. Unless a graveyard of moving boxes could be considered decor. He highly doubted it. Blaine for the most part, didn’t put much effort in the actually decorating of his room. Things were actually quite simple. A large bed, desk, a few book selves- Currently…
Kurt had to be sneaky about this. Obviously, he couldn’t exactly leave the murder house. But still, he didn’t want to come waltzing down the main stairs with open arms either. Biting his lip some in thought, the brunette watched as Blaine seemed to be having an almost panic attack in his mind. Smiling lightly as he shook his head at the ridiculous display and decided in favor of the back door. Carefully slinking past the black-haired male when he was sure he wasn’t to be seen and right outside. The moment of fresh air was nice, granted, he didn’t need to breath. But just the thought that he was free for a moment or two was a comforting thought indeed.
He then sighed, running his hand through his hair as he circled around the gigantic house and approached the front door. Knocking lightly as he shifted from one foot to the other and waited.
Blaine was right about to pass by the front door to wait in the living room when the knock sounded at the door. Blaine paused, a small smile forming on his lips. A quick brush down of his shirt to at least make sure it was straight as he strided to the door, turning the knob to see Kurt for the first time in person. Now what he saw..What he saw almost made him blush. It sure made him graze over Kurt’s body with his eyes. The boy was beautiful, no doubt about that. A bit younger then he expected, almost like the male was still in high school. ” Hello.” He greeted,distracting himself with speech to keep his mind from examining the male’s body.
Blaine stepped away from the door, allowing Kurt to come inside with a usher of his hand inwards. ” It’s great to meet you in person, Kurt.” He grinned, eyes bright. He was happy to have someone spend some time with him that actually seemed to want to. Unlike Tate, Kurt didn’t seem so angry. Not that he minded Tate in the least, he was just a teenager with a crush on Violet. Something that he thought was darling. Violet was growing up so fast, it almost made him wish to have his own child. ” I’m sorry before hand for the mess. We are all a bit behind on the unpacking..and he cleaning.” he made a little awkward face in apology .
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- Tagging → Blaine Anderson, Tate
LangdonSylvester- Time Frame → Tuesday Afternoon
- Location → The “Hudson Household”
- General Notes → No it isn’t.
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The room was large, but it appeared bare. Unless a graveyard of moving boxes could be considered decor. He highly doubted it. Blaine for the most part, didn’t put much effort in the actually decorating of his room. Things were actually quite simple. A large bed, desk, a few book selves- Currently empty- , lamp and few other various pieces of standard furniture. It was the little things that were mixed about in boxes. The things that hid away in the crevices of the room. The desk supplies that went on top of the desk and inside it’s drawers, the stacks of music, ( But no CDs, Blaine was modern in that aspect. All went filed into his computer), guitar strings and DVDs, clothing and blankets and his old worn teddy bear from when he was a little boy all tucked away in the cardboard moving boxes. All needed unpacking. Those and the box reserved solely for his bow tie collection. A box that over flooded and spanned into two more extra large boxes.
He stepped around the boxes. He wasn’t dressed as he normally would, only being able to wear what he had found at the surface of a few of the boxes. In other words, sweats and a t-shirt. Not exactly what he should wear for a first impression. But it was all he had at the moment. Best not to panic about it. In truth, the only thing that was fully unpacked was his computer. Goes to show you how society is today.
Blaine left his room, knowing he needed to meet Kurt first before he could bring the boy up to his room. Suddenly he paused. ‘Up to his room’, a deep red filled his cheeks as he really thought about that and shook his head fiercely, sending curls in all different directions. It was going to be an innocent encounter. Nothing was to happen, still he felt like a blushing teenager when he thought about a boy coming into his bedroom. Face reddened, Blaine finished making his way down the stairs as he mentally made note that all the new neighbors seemed very friendly. He should do something nice for them in return. Down the stairs and into the main hallway, Blaine started his way for the front door, hoping Kurt would arrive shortly.
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Nice choice of words. But no, I promise I don’t mind. I wouldn’t be doing anything all the exciting other wise. So… would you like the company?
Sure, why not then. If you insist.
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No imposition at all. When the last neighbors were around, you could say I practically.. lived in that house. :)
Are you sure? I mean, I have a lot of stuff to unpack. I don’t want to bore you to death before I even get to have a real chance to spend time with you.
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Hm, If.. you want I could come over and help you unpack. I honestly don’t mind. But obviously that’s up to you of course.
Oh, That’s really sweet of you. But I wouldn’t want to impose on you like such.
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