“Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else.” - Judy Garland.

Relax, take it easy | Klaine 

blaine-anderboy: 

Kurt, that was his name. Kurt, Kurt, Kurt. Blaine repeated the beautiful stranger’s name in his head a few more times, liking how nice it sounded. A nice ring to it, he felt. “Kurt,” he murmured to himself, testing out how it will sound like when said out loud. He liked how his name rolled off his tongue so naturally, smiling to himself. Okay, now he probably looked super creepy.

Blaine turned around to look at Kurt and saw how he was sweating profusely and how pale it was, stumbling from time to time while walking. He didn’t know if he should rush Kurt to the hospital by walking faster, or to slow down. He looked really ill. “It’s a date then,” Blaine smiled at him. He didn’t really think much of the word ‘date’, okay, maybe a little. Blaine meant it more as a calender date ‘date’ than a dating date ‘date’. “But first, we really have to bring you to the hospital. Are you having a fever?” Blaine asked as he placed a hand on Kurt’s forehead, trying to check his temperature.

Finally reaching the hospital building, the both of them looked up to stare at its intimidating height and presence as Blaine felt Kurt squeeze his hand. Even though they barely knew each other (knowing only each other’s name), Blaine felt a sense of familiarity, like Kurt was someone he knew from somewhere or that they were kindred spirits. Squeezing Kurt’s hand for assurance, Blaine looked at him and smiled. “You’ll be okay.” Pulling his hand along, Blaine walked into the hospital towards the reception to register Kurt for a consultation.

“D-date?” Kurt looked at Blaine as if he just saw an alien. “W-What do you mean?” he even forgot how badly he was feeling. No matter how confident Kurt aspired to look, his love life was really lacking - and it meant he never dated anybody in his own life. So that coming from Blaine really made him shocked. He was sure Blaine meant something else, but still that managed to bring him into such state of confusion, Kurt didn’t even notice how they walked up to the reception. Blaine talked with the desk lady, while Kurt awkwardly swayed in the back. It was really unusual for someone to take care for Kurt. The swaying was soon over, as Blaine didn’t even know Kurt’s second name, forget about anything else. The desk lady told them to head for the room number 302, what they did. When they settled on the chairs for waiting, Kurt felt the smell of chlorine and it made him felt really uneasy, hit bit his lip and shivered. All Kurt wanted to do was to leave the hospital, the sooner the better. 

Relax, take it easy | Klaine 

blaine-anderboy:

Blaine wasn’t the kind the person who left a possibly sick person in the lurch, especially when the sick person in question looked so pale and had tripped (or whose legs have given way) for the third time. It was three times too many and Blaine was growing more and more worried (of course it’s not because Blaine was also little attracted to the stranger to a teeny tiny extent). He wasn’t brought up to just ignore someone (possibly in need) like that and that definitely wasn’t his personality trait either.

“I insist,” Blaine had firmly said, hoping to shut out all objections from the man, all while smiling at the stranger. He really didn’t mind bringing him there and he didn’t want the man to get into any accidents. He fell three times within a span of less than 5 minutes and that was anything but ‘fine’. “I really don’t mind. I just moved to New York so I’m still pretty free. If you feel bad, you can always be like my travel guide. But you need to get to the hospital.” Blaine took the stranger’s hand and guide him through the busy streets towards the direction of where he remembered the hospital was. “I’m Blaine by the way,” he laughed, still holding on to the stranger’s hand.

Kurt wanted to protest some more, but decided against it, because the stranger - Blaine, his name suited him more than any other possibly could - took his hand and Kurt felt some strange readiness to follow him not only to hospital (which he hated more than anything) but to the end of the world. 

“Kurt,” he said and although Kurt was close to fainting and he felt a drop of sweat slowly making its way along his cheekbone, he still managed to give Blaine a smile. Blaine just had that cheery aura around him, it was impossible not to smile.”I promise to show you the city as soon as I get better,” Kurt said, “Which I really hope will be soon.” 

They went along the street, Blaine’s hand supporting Kurt whenever he stumbled. Finally they reached the tall white hospital’s building. Kurt’s mind him that it was the right time to let Blaine go and not to bother him anymore, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Hospitals were the most scary things for Kurt in the whole world and the whiteness of the building revived all the traumatizing experienced he had in hospitals - losing his mother, crying crouched on chair when he was six and standing besides the door of his father’s ward ten years later. Kurt became white as a ghost and squeezed Blaine’s hand for support unconsciously. As long as Kurt Hummel knew, hospitals never brought good news. 

Relax, take it easy | Klaine 

blaine-anderboy:

The man in Blaine’s arms showed signs of stirring awake after which Blaine gave a little sigh of relief. The man was fine. His heart pounded a little as he saw the dark long lashes of the beautiful man fluttered open, eyes the colour of… wow… just wow. The man was staring at him a little dazed (which Blaine secretly—okay, not secretly—found very cute). They stared at each other for a little while until the boy darted up from his arms as he exclaimed about being late.

Blaine was a little disappointed hearing that. Oh, okay. So maybe, he wouldn’t be able to see this beautiful stranger ever again… The boy slipped again as he clutched onto Blaine’s coat for support, Blaine holding onto him again (that was one clumsy boy, Blaine thought) as he looked at him, wondering if he would be okay. He fainted/slept just one moment ago and now he wanted to rush to some other place? Blaine may have been a stranger, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t have any sort of compassionate or humanity.

Blaine merely smiled at him. “Yeah, sure,” he said, helping the man up, slipping one hand around his waist to support him. “Are you going to be alright? The hospital or something?” Blaine swiftly looked at his watch. “I have a bit of time, if you want, I could…” he trailed off because he didn’t know where the boy wanted to go or wanted to do.

Kurt was helped on his feet by the stranger who suddenly decided to bother with random person fainting on him - Kurt wasn’t so sure if he would do the same for anyone. 

“I-I-I have to go to work now. I can’t be late, it can easily cost me the job,” Kurt didn’t even know why did he decide to tell this to the stranger. Probably it was because of the shock of fainting in the middle of the street. Kurt tried to go again, but his feet gave out and he fell on a chair that was standing nearby. He now felt really scared. Why was he feeling that bad? Kurt nearly never fell sick, so this was highly unusual and very, very, very unpleasant. He should go visit a doctor, and to the hell with job today. 

“I wouldn’t want you to bother yourself with going to the hospital with me. We don’t even know each other!” Kurt said, wondering how kind some people could be. It was strange, because nearly all the people Kurt met in his New York life wanted to do nothing less but to use him as a stepping stone or whatever else he was of use to them for. That was the first time he met someone genuinely friendly in a very long time. Still that didn’t mean Kurt was going to abuse his kindness, he was perfectly capable of going to hospital himself. Or not. Whatever!

Relax, take it easy | Klaine 

blaine-anderboy:

New York, Julliard—it was all being surreal for Blaine Anderson. He had only been there for a week and he was still buzzing with excitement, absorbing the sights, the people, the environment. Receiving his acceptance letter and graduating from the Dalton Academy not too long ago, he set off to New York. He loved Lima, but… he just wanted to get out of there. Julliard would allow him to pursue that career in music he always wanted and loved—performing… was his passion. Without it, he would be incapable of expressing what and how he truly felt.

So here he was in the big city, the jungle of America. He may have been there for a while, but he still haven’t found a proper place of lodging yet. It wouldn’t be until a while till the start of his school so Blaine couldn’t move into Julliard’s local residence hall, forcing him to try and find an apartment in New York. He had to try and get one fast, seeing as the rest of his boxes would be there soon and it wouldn’t be good to have them all in one hotel room. Blaine had plans to go apartment hunting that day (he found several jobs singing in pubs and clubs as a source of income for his rental) but he need something to jumpstart his day. Coffee. Medium Drip. He managed to find a coffeeshop after wandering the streets of New York and got his coffee. From where he was sitting, he stared out at the roads of New York, observing the busy, rushing people from inside the shop, carefully sipping his coffee.

He looked at his watch. Wow, people-watching was more time-consuming than he thought it was. He stood up from his seat at the table, about to leave the coffeeshop when he saw a blur of a body in front of him, on its way to the hard floor. Blaine quickly tried to catch the person before he or she could hit the ground, to find a pale and lean boy in his arms. Beautiful, was all he could think of but he had urgent things to think about. Mainly the unconscious boy is his arms. “Excuse me, sir.” Blaine shook him a little, hoping he would awake. He thought about bringing the man back to his hotel room if he was still unconscious but that would be a very awkward situation to explain to the man. “Excuse me?” Blaine gently patted his soft cheeks, hoping he would regain consciousness.

Kurt open his eyes slightly to see a worried face above him. Okay, it must mean he was still sleeping and that was a very good dream with a beautiful man in it. Great, the alarm-clock haven’t went off yet, he can have a few more minutes to sleep, right? Kurt closed his eyes, when he felt someone patting his cheeks. That felt way too real for a dream, so Kurt opened his eyes and stared at the man holding him with shocked expression close to panic. He looked around to try to understand how he even got in such situation. Okay, Kurt was in coffee shop, but what was he doing before then? The memories fell into their place one by one, until…

“I am so late!” Kurt gasped, trying to get back on his feet, but very unsuccessfully, falling back into man’s arms, gripping at his coat. He flushed and looked back at the person holding him. He was so handsome, with curly untamed hair and big hazel eyes, which looked at Kurt with genuine worry. 

“Could you help me up?” Kurt said, his voice sounding unusually shaken.

Relax, take it easy | Klaine 

Kurt Hummel was busy and that word summed him up. Not many people would be able to attend night university classes and at the same time work for the most famous fashion magazine, but Kurt was one of those. His life was constant effort, but he really hoped it all will be worth it in the end. The thing he hated about this was his boss. He was demanding, uptight and just loved to nitpick Kurt’s work. There always is something not to like and Mr. Cane took the most of it, leaving Kurt frustrated and angry. But there was no possibility for Kurt to change anything, so he just had to hang on and to be above that. 

That morning was most definitely one of those mornings when you are annoyed at anyone who says “Good morning”, because it simply isn’t. When Kurt opened his eyes, he understood that he found the “Snooze” button on the alarm clock and that meant he was terribly late. That would give Mr. Cane an excuse to torture him for a week and unwilling to hand it over to his boss, Kurt forced himself out of bed. Lately he was very tired - with upcoming exams in his university and a whole lot of work piled up in the magazine, so Kurt had to sit and read through all of this till late.

Powering though dizziness, Kurt opened his wardrobe, and quickly dressed, skipping the skin care routine and breakfast altogether. He left the apartment and hurried over to the closest coffee shop - Kurt couldn’t function without coffee, and especially not today. So he took his usual non-fat grande mocha and was already going to leave the cafe, when he felt a wave of sickness again. Okay, Kurt could afford to sit for five minutes to enjoy his coffee.  Looking around the coffee shop, he found no empty tables, so Kurt sat on the free chair next to some guy with dark curly hair. Kurt really didn’t feel that good, he was shaking and probably it would be better to take a day sick today, but that wasn’t really an option, because the slightest slip-up could cost Kurt his place. So he stubbornly drank his coffee, stood up to leave the shop, but then his vision became a black blur and he felt the floor speeding towards him rapidly.