kicking up dust.

Kurt was only slightly nervous at the way that Blaine laughed at his babbling; worried a little that maybe the other wouldn’t like it, but with the other moving their hands and pulling him against his side, he knew that he shouldn’t be. He tried not to shiver or tremble, even though he felt like an electric current ran through him as he was pressed against Blaine like that. He felt safe, warm, content, and for some reason it only made him keep babbling, to keep from getting too far into that feeling. He didn’t want to freak Blaine out or anything, after all. He wanted him to like him.

“Really?” His voice seemed to squeak faintly as Blaine stopped them and said he would love to sing with Kurt. His heart leapt in his chest and he was sure that the grin on his face couldn’t possibly get any larger. “I… I’m so glad, that’s amazing, and whenever you want or are free, it would be so great,” He babbled out again. He continued to follow Blaine’s lead, not questioning anything at all. However, when Blaine pulled out that key, his eyebrow did raise a bit.

“Oh, so you’re not like Nick and Jeff, with the stealing things?” He couldn’t help the light tease that left his lips, knowing full well that those two were huge trouble makers, and he was pretty sure he’d overheard them talking about hiding Wes’ gavel earlier. “Oh…” He gasped out softly then at seeing the stairs, but grinning and taking Blaine’s hand again. “It’s so amazing in here…” he stated softly, glancing at the other and flushing a bit again.

Blaine steepled his fingertips against his chest with a drop of his jaw and quick scoff of dramaticized hurt.  “Me?  A thief?  Never.  But I can’t say I haven’t shared some benefits of Jeff and Nick’s habitual sticky fingers.  Mainly pranking other Warblers.  So maybe I’m a thief-by-association, I guess?”  Turning his smile towards the steps they climbed after making sure Kurt was okay with following–Blaine’s hand trailed up the long length of a wooden banister that’d seen better polishing days to a landing never letting go of Kurt’s hand. Unaware of the eyes on him–he glanced around the dimly lit room.

Heavy curtains were pulled open in spots with their white liners letting the late afternoon light shine through.  Their steps on the dusty wooden floor kicked up specks to float around inside the beams.  Tiny wisps danced and twirled from floor to ceiling.  The spot must have been used as storage at one point.  Chairs covered by heavy white tarps were in the corner. Stacks of old portraits that used to hang downstairs were neatly placed along the wall furthest from them. What the Warblers lucked out on was the old piano from their Common Room was placed inside it too and with careful care–it’d been brought back to tune.  Chairs and timeworn couch framed a dark crimson rug in the center.  What Blaine loved about this place most–other than the piano?  Was where the gentle tug on Kurt’s hand lead him towards.

One of those large windows was actually a set of double doors that lead out onto a balcony.  He didn’t really realize when the room faded and Kurt was the only thing he was looking at but when he did, his smile was bright, his face was warmer, his breath hitched like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t.  “Come with me.  I promise you’ll love this the most.”  Breaking his too long stare by watching his hand push the door handle down, a crack and whine of old metal against metal echoed as he pushed the door open and nodded at the daylight and the smell of flowers and sunshine rushing in to mix with the old, dusty bookish smell of their hiding spot. “Check it out and if you don’t love Dalton a little bit more?  I’ll eat my shoe.”