If I Told You (Klaine)

Chapter 2: Hello

The Song of the Chapter is... Hello. Full version by the Glee cast. Love the song. I recommend listening to it.

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Blaine:

What is this guy's deal? Can he really see through me that easily? Maybe I'm not as good of an actor as I thought. I need to get way from him. Now. Before I do something that I'll regret.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Kurt's face fell as I said those cold, toneless words.

No, don't look sad. Kurt, your face is to beautiful for that. Smile. Please, look anything but look sad.

I turned away from him, grabbed my phone from the adaptor, and threw my satchel across my shoulder. I heard Kurt come after me but I just walked faster. After a bit, his footsteps faded behind me.

I couldn't believe myself. I knew that I couldn't blow this act for him. I've been the perfect straight son for a few years now. Screwing up now would really hurt me in the long run.

I thought about it.

Would it be worth it? I don't think I can control my feelings for him.

I sighed as I came to my resolution.

I have to try to resist.

His glowing, angelic, pale face had etched itself into my mind the first time I saw him. Those gray-blue-green eyes looking at me with equality. Those beautiful, plump, cerise pink lips. That taut jawline...

His voice didn't quite fit his beautiful face. It was deep, but it seemed like it should be higher. More...prominent and outspoken like his personality.

Stop it, Blaine. He's straight and so are you. Boobs make you happy.

I shook myself out of those thoughts and thought of what class I had next.

Theatre Arts, one of my favorite classes. I headed to the room and found a spot in the back and sat there silently.

It was just my luck that at the exact moment I sat down, Kurt walked in. I let myself sigh heavily as I sunk down and hid behind the head of a preppy, blonde, squeaky Cheerio.

Too late.

Kurt saw me and searched the back row for a seat. I didn't want to do it, but I glared at him with the best hatred look that I could muster.

It worked because when he looked back at me, he jumped back a little. Kurt gave up and chose the front seat in my row.

"I want to know more about you people," the teacher said, catching my attention. "I am in love with acting and music and want hear all of your thoughts. Do we have a volunteer?"

Several people raised theirs hands, including Kurt. The teacher scanned the room and picked out a girl with straight brown hair and a big nose.

"What's your name, Doll?"

"Rachel Berry," she said, brightly.

"Okay Rachel, what is your view on music and/or theatre?"

"I find music as an outlet to express myself. I play guitar and I feel like it has the power to tell others what you simply can't say with words. Even poems can be a portal for the truth. The real feelings that a person's shell hides. If it's okay with you, I'd like to share a poem."

There were silent moans and eye rolls of displeasure.

The teacher nodded at Rachel so she got up and stood before the class.