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fic: underneath and unexplored.

kurt and blaine both think they're straight. they meet and become best friends and wacky/sexy/emotional hijinks ensue.

01. Kurt.

Girlfriends are designed to ruin lives. Of this, Kurt Hummel is certain. 

That isn't to say he feels the same way about friends-who-are-girls, of course. He can't imagine his life without Mercedes and Tina and Rachel (and sometimes Quinn, but that depends on whether she's dating Finn at the time -- if she is and Kurt so much as smiles at her, Rachel calls him Judas for days), so it's not like he doesn't like girls. He likes plenty of girls. 

But loving one? In high school, when one is comprised of eighty percent hormones, ten percent insecurity, five percent preoccupation with school and maybe five percent actual  capacity for not making an idiot of oneself? No, thanks. He's seen the merry-go-round of insanity spin out of control too many times to count -- and that's just Finn. Quinn to Rachel to Quinn to Rachel and back again, over and over, and they both make him crazy, so what the hell is the point? 

There's plenty of time to fall in love after high school, Kurt figures. He's looked at the available options -- because it would be a shame to miss out on the love of his life just because he never even considered her as a possibility -- and been unimpressed. Once he gets out of Lima, he's sure he'll find a girl who's worth the trouble, butterflies and sleepless nights and all that jazz, but there's currently no one at McKinley High School who fits that bill.

And okay, sure, sometimes it's a little lonely. It's not that he doesn't like the idea of love. It would be nice to have someone to hold hands with, to cuddle, to kiss. But that's what Rachel and Mercedes and Tina are for. Well, except for the kissing, because gross. They're his closest friends. It would be like kissing his sister, if he had a sister. 

Ew, Kurt thinks, and wrinkles his nose. 


Kurt scurries down the busy hallway to the cafeteria, gearing himself up for the annual first day of school humiliation of putting on a "special surprise performance" in an attempt to recruit more members for New Directions. On the plus side, he reminds himself, he's got a big solo, and he's having an excellent hair day. On the other hand, if people throw food at them -- always a possibility -- he'll be right up front and most likely to be hit, and his hair will be destroyed anyway. (The other soloist is Rachel, but she's tiny enough to be a much harder target.)

He's just outside the cafeteria when he hears a voice behind him call out "excuse me?" Kurt steels himself -- please please not a slushy, I cannot perform while cold and sticky-- and spins around, coming face to face with someone he's never seen before.

"Um, hi," says the boy with the bowtie. "Can I ask you a question? I'm new here."



( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 6th, 2012 04:36 am (UTC)
I must agree with the first comment here 100%. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVED this story to bits at the GKM, and am so happy to see it posted like this. Thanks so much for all your work on this. Hardly ever has a Klaine fic made me so happy. <3
May. 20th, 2012 10:07 pm (UTC)
Kinda hate the kink. I have something against Klaine thinking they are straight but god I love your writing so I trust you HAHAH!
And just after this little part I already feel better :D

That comment sounds bad. It's not suposed to. I love you :S lol
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