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2. Curtain Call

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~Blaine~

       The creak of the old swing rang familiar in Blaine's ears as he lightly pushed against the damp snow, sending him gliding backwards.  So many memories were floating around in this old playground. He hadn't been here in almost a year, but that was before. Before Derek had been haunting his dreams. Before Kurt, cute and funny Kurt, had enrolled at Dalton Academy because of the harassment he'd been receiving from Karofsky. He couldn't help feeling this pull towards Kurt.
        And, Derek, well he was a matter entirely in himself.  Blaine hadn't seen or heard from him in three years. He remembered that they'd always used to walk down to this very playground after buying an ice cream from the boardwalk downtown. They'd play Cops and Robbers, Hide 'N Seek, and other pointless little games until it was time to go home.  Blaine was never quite sure why Derek had left, but he never questioned it either. At least, not to him. It was just the way Derek was, had always been. The only way Blaine could hang on to him was this playground. He'd come here everyday for one whole year, hoping that maybe, just maybe, Derek would be waiting for him.
Blaine's phone vibrated against the swing's chain, making a loud buzz and made him jump. He fiddled it out of his pocket and looked down at the text.
Kurt.
        Blaine smiled a little to himself as he opened the text. He hadn't heard much from Kurt over Christmas Break.

Sender: Kurt Cell
I need your help. Now.

                                                                                                         ***

         Blaine knocked on Kurt's front door three times and was about to knock again when the door swung open. He'd expected Mr. Hummel or Kurt to answer the door, but instead it was Finn. Shirtless Finn. He looked like he'd just gotten out of the shower.
"Blaine, right?" Finn asked, meeting Blaine's gaze for a short moment before dropping to the ground.
"Yeah," Blaine replied with a smile, "Finn, right?" He had never actually met Finn before, but he'd seen him perform with New Directions at sectionals.
Finn laughed awkwardly and nodded his head. "Yup."
Blaine smiled once more and wondered if Finn was going to let him in. He didn't want to be rude, but after a couple of minutes in complete silence, being rude seemed better by the second. And, he was feeling a little uncomfortable with Finn just standing there staring down at his shoes.
"May I?" Blaine finally inquired, splaying his hands out in front of him and taking a tiny step towards Finn. He decided to be politely rude.
"Oh!" Finn snapped back into reality. "I'm sorry." He hopped aside allowing Blaine to enter the warm house. Finn shut the door behind him, running a hand through his damp hair. "Sorry, dude, I'm a little out of it. Got some tough decisions to make."
"Well, if it's about coming out, I'm your man," Blaine winked, joking.
Finn's eyes darted up to Blaine's in horror. "What—no. I'm not—"
Blaine chuckled and laid a hand on Finn's arm. "It was a joke," he reassured him.
"Oh. Cool." He sighed, relieved, and then nervously smiled back.
"No, I completely understand. I've been a little out of it myself today," Blaine admitted. He glanced at his hand that still lay on Finn's arm and casually dropped it back down to his side. Not that it was bothering him; he just didn't know how well Finn dealt with all of it. He'd freaked out at Blaine's joke, but in Finn's defense, he'd said he was a little out of it.
         Blaine leaned back against the door. "So…Where's Kurt? He said he needed my help with something. It sounded urgent. I figured it had something to do with Pavarotti."
        "Who?" Finn asked.
        "The bird, Finn." Kurt replied as he sauntered down the stairs with six or seven shirts in his hands and the same amount of ties thrown over his shoulder. "And Pavarotti is great, actually. It's more of a fashion crisis that I need your help with," he admitted. He randomly tugged one of the shirts out of his pile and held it out to Finn. "Put this on and then go dry your hair."
        "But I never dry my—"
         Kurt held up a finger and waggled it at Finn's complaint. "Go."
         Blaine watched Finn sulked back upstairs, leaving him and Kurt alone. He watched as Kurt walked into the living room, carefully laying the shirts on a sofa. His hazel eyes met Kurt's blue-green one's, a grin spreading across Blaine's face. He pushed himself off of the door and made his way over to where Kurt was standing. Somewhere upstairs, the hair dryer turned on.
       "So…a fashion crisis?" he questioned, still smiling at Kurt. "That's what was so urgent?"
       "Well," Kurt began, turning towards Blaine, who was a little closer than necessary, "it's not like I need the help. I just wanted a second opinion really. Finn is going over to Rachel's to give her a late New Year's present." He waggled his perfectly shaped eyebrows, and laughed as he continued. "And I know how badly Finn dresses for occasions such as this one."
       "Oh, well then, I'm obliged to help," he told him and sat on the edge of the sofa, satisfied to just watch Kurt while he went through the pile of shirts. Every once in a while he'd lay one to the side and say something like, 'That will make his eyes pop' or 'This one will complement his face.'
Finn finally came back downstairs with the shirt that Kurt had given him. Blaine tried not to laugh at the blue-checkered shirt that was a little too small for Finn. "Can I go now? I told Rachel I'd be there around 5:00 and it's already 4:20"
      "It's better to be fashionably late," Kurt looked up at Finn, then at his shirt, "than unfashionably early. Here, try this one." He handed Finn a crimson-colored oxford shirt. Then Finn disappeared into the next room and a few seconds later, returned with the red shirt on and the other one crumpled up in his hands.
      "Perfect. And you need to get rid of the other shirt completely. Not only is it too little, it's appalling to me that you even have something as atrocious as that."
       "Okay," Finn said, disappearing back into the other room. Kurt raised an eyebrow when Finn came back without the shirt.
       "What did you do with the shirt?"
       "I threw it away."
        Blaine looked up at Kurt, who rolled his eyes at Finn and then began looking through the ties.
        "Hmm…" Kurt thought aloud, picking up a flashy grey tie. "I guess…"
        "I think," Blaine interjected. Kurt looked at Blaine with surprise, but Blaine continued anyway, "that you should do this one." He pointed at a thin, sleek black tie.
        "I think," Kurt said as he stared at the tie. Blaine was afraid that maybe he would reject his idea or get mad for interfering with his opinion, but he looked back over at Blaine and smiled. "You're right."
        After Kurt had to fix Finn's tie, he said it was good enough for Rachel and Finn ran upstairs to grab Rachel's present. Blaine was surprised to see that the present was a puppy. A cute little Chihuahua puppy. He played with it for a moment and then Finn was off.
       "It was nice meeting you!" Blaine called right as Finn shut the door. Then he turned back to Kurt.
       "Thanks for the help. I know it wasn't the exact emergency you were expecting." Kurt took a seat on the sofa and Blaine cautiously followed.
        "It was no problem at all. Really, it was pretty fun," he laughed, making Kurt laugh along. "Definitely better than what I was planning for the rest of the afternoon."
        "Well, I think we did a good job," Kurt concluded and then did that thing that he always did with his hair when he was nervous. He pushed it back behind his ear as if he had hair to push back. It always made Blaine smile like it was doing at that moment.
         He stood up slowly and walked over to the front door, Kurt following. He squeezed the boy's arm right above his elbow and grinned at him. "I should get going, but thank you for the fun 'emergency.'"
        "Anytime!"

~Finn~

          "No peeking," Finn told Rachel as he led her over to Kurt's car. He wasn't even supposed to driving because he was grounded, but he hadn't really wanted to walk over to Rachel's. He just wanted to get this over with quickly and hopefully beat Burt and his mom home.
            He stopped her a few feet away from the car and told her to keep her eyes shut. He opened the car door and unlocked the dog cage. The puppy looked up at him excitedly, his little tail wagging back and forth. Finn set the puppy down on the ground. It sniffed around for a moment before noticing Rachel standing there and as soon as it did, bounded toward her with a small yap.
            Rachel's eyes flew open in horror at the sight of the small dog and squealed in disgust. She dodged the puppy and ran behind Finn. "Finn! Get that thing away from me!" she commanded. Like he was told, he bent down and calmly beckoned the puppy to him and grabbed it up in his arms. When he turned to face Rachel, she jerked back, obviously not wanting to be near the thing. She pushed her hair back behind her ears and sternly looked at Finn. "I hope that's not my present. You know I hate dogs."
            Finn put on a dumbfounded look and replied, "You do? I-I thought you hated…fish or something like that. You never told me you hated dogs." He took a step closer to her, and she took one back, bumping into the car. He kept moving closer and held the dog out a little. "Look, he's actually kind of cute…like you."
            She blew up. "No! Get it away from me. It looks nothing like me!" Rachel stepped around him before he pushed that awful thing any closer than needed. "Look, Finn, I need a boyfriend that actually knows who I am and what I like and don't like. For the past two weeks you've been getting on my nerves and I thought that maybe you were just a little out of it, but I don't know anymore. I know I told you that I hated dog." She paused momentarily to take a breath, eying the puppy in Finn's muscular arms. "I think it best that we aren't together anymore. Maybe then I can find someone who actually cares." With that, she turned at stomped angrily back into her house.
            Finn gently put the puppy back in it's cage and walked around to the driver's seat. He knew that this was going to happen. He'd had it planned out for two and a half weeks now. Yeah, he felt bad, but at least now he could try and get Quinn back.
            Now, he just had to drop the Santana's Chihuahua back and try to make it home before he got caught.  


~Sam~

        Sam's footsteps echoed through the halls of McKinley High. The bell had just rung, but Sam was the only person, it seemed, to have heard it. No students were rushing out of their classes to go home. No lockers were slamming. It was as if no one was there. Every corner Sam turned, he found himself mentally preparing for the whole student body to jump out at him and throw a slushy in his face.
Unexpectedly, he heard a strange noise as he passed by the Glee room. He stopped in mid-step, the whole school falling unusually quiet, and then he heard it again. It almost sounded like someone giggling. Sam spun around, tiptoed back to the Glee room, and pressed his face against the cool glass of the window. He felt his heart sink and then fill up with rage, and he burst into the classroom.
"What the hell?" he yelled. Puck looked up first, pulling away from Quinn's lips. He gave Sam a nasty smile. Sam looked over at his supposed girlfriend. Her shirt was undone, and red lace shown from underneath. She'd never even let him touch a button of her shirt.
Quinn met Sam's green eyes and he silently hoped that she would run over to him and beg for his forgiveness. But, she just shrugged, looking back at Puck, and said, "Sorry, Sam. Puck is just so much…hotter than you. He's mysterious and dark." Sam fell back against the wall. This couldn't be happening.
Fury controlled him as he lunged for Puck's neck, but was stopped when he realized that Puck had begun to laugh and wasn't even watching Sam. He followed Puck's gaze to the entrance of the classroom. Finn was standing there, shirtless, looking straight at Quinn.
"Quinn, I came to get you back. I've realized that Rachel is too obsessive and weird. Please, be my girlfriend again?" Finn pleaded.
"Well, why didn't you say so?" Without a glance at either Puck or Sam, she went and leapt into Finn's arms.


Sam's eyes flew open and his breaths came heavy. Obviously his mind couldn't take anymore of that freaky dream. Why would Quinn go after Puck or for that matter, Finn, over him? It wasn't even questionable. He was so much hotter than those two losers. Sure, Puck was smoother than he was and Finn was easier to manipulate, but Quinn loved Sam. Not them. So, she'd been eyeing Puck for a couple of weeks, and Finn had been hanging out with her a little more. So what? It was all just pointless. Puck made distracting faces all the time and Finn follows everyone around. And, what he just saw was just a dream. Nothing more.
Sam sighed. He'd eaten more Doritos than he needed to today anyway. He was just off. Convinced that it was all nonsense, he closed his eyes and slowly drifted back to sleep.
This is the second chapter of Curtain Call =) Hope it's okay. I'll be doing every other chapter (2,4,6,etc) and *wakemeup60 is doing the others. Go to her gallery and click on the Curtain Call folder for more info about all of this =) Enjoy!!

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