Fire and Silk Verse, in which Blaine is a fire-eater and Kurt is a silk flyer in the circus
Despite trying to avoid him for days, Blaine accidentally finds himself alone with Kurt…
“Ah hell,” Santana groaned, snapping her phone shut.
“Who was that?” Joe asked, piling their cans of glue and paintbrushes into the back of the pickup.
“Cedes,” Santana sighed. “Apparently Jesse and Sam got into some drinking competition and they’re passed out drunk. Jesse was supposed to be the DD so now they’re stranded. We have to go pick them up.”
“Will they fit?” Kurt frowned, hopping in the back.
“We could turn them into sardines,” Brittany suggested helpfully.
“They’d better,” Santana muttered darkly. “Because I am not taking two trips.”
As it turned out, they didn’t really, even with everyone cramming in the back of the pickup.
“Well this is a hot damn mess,” Santana groaned as she shoved Sam on top of Jesse. “If I hit a pothole, there’s no way that one of you won’t go flying.”
“An’ don’ forget Jess’ car,” Mike slurred as he climbed on top of the dog pile and collapsed heavily. “Don’ wan’ it to be vand’lized like last time.”
“Maybe he should’ve thought of that before getting his ass rolling drunk,” Santana snapped as she stared at the body’s trying to figure out how to fit two more in.
“I’ll drive it,” Blaine sighed, before stumbling into one of the truck wheels.
“You’re drunk off your ass, Blaine,” Santana said, crossing her arms. “I’m not even sure you’d be able to find the ignition.”
“I can drive Jesse’s car back,” Kurt said suddenly, eyeing the drunken pile ambivalently “If that would make things easier.”
“You can drive?” Santana asked skeptically.
Kurt shrugged. “Well I don’t have my license, but I basically grew up in a garage.”
She frowned before nodding, reaching over and plucking the keys out of Jesse’s jeans. “She’s all yours. Take Joe with you, I don’t want you going alone.”
“I’ll go,” Blaine said, looking up from the spot of rust that he’d apparently found oh so fascinating. “With him, I mean.”
“Sure, sure,” Santana said distractedly as she closed up the back of the truck. “Just get home safe or Cedes will kill me.” She waved vaguely before sliding into the front seat with Joe and Brittany, the truck rumbling to a start.
Kurt gripped the keys tightly before turning and heading over to the small old yet well-maintained gunmetal gray car that he knew was Jesse’s, not even bothering to look over his shoulder at Blaine. They both climbed in and Kurt started the ignition, pulling smoothly out of the tight corner it’d been parked in.
They drove in silence for several minutes. Kurt glanced over at Blaine several times, but he was just leaning against the window, watching the dark forest zoom by and neither of them spoke. The lights of the circus gleamed through the trees and then…
“You drive really well.”
It was so sudden that Kurt swerved a couple of inches before lining back up with the road.
Blaine nodded crookedly. He was clearly still out of it.
They pulled into the lot out back that was just for the performers and Kurt killed the engine, bathing them in silence. Slowly, like the creeping tide, the sound of crickets filtered in through the car.
Kurt bit his lip briefly. He didn’t want to take advantage of Blaine being drunk, but… “Did I do something wrong?”
Blaine tilted his head to look at him, eyebrows creasing. “What? No. What’re you talkin’ ‘bout?”
“Well, you’ve been avoiding me ever since I hugged you and I’m sorry if I did something wrong or if you don’t like being hugged,” Kurt rambled, looking down at his hands. “And I’m sorry, I won’t do that anymore if you—”
“I wanted to kiss you.”
Kurt looked up sharply, eyes snapping over to Blaine’s. “W-what?”
“In your tent, when you hugged me,” Blaine said, smacking his lips slightly. “I…I wanted to kiss you, but then I looked down at your head and your hair and…”
Kurt stared, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. “And…?”
“Your hair,” Blaine sighed, haphazardly bringing the back of his hand up to wipe lazily across his face. “It looked like his had.”
“Who?” Kurt leaned forward.
Blaine paused, looking out the windshield, his eyes wide and sad and vulnerable. He opened his mouth before closing it. He cleared his throat, blinking back tears. “My ah…my ex.”
He opened the car door quietly and walked out, and in all the time that he’d known him, Kurt had never seen Blaine with so little fire.