Title: 'Cause God Makes No Mistakes
Rating: T - language and derogatory terms
Summery: With Burt gone, Kurt is left in the care of his Grandparents. While they try to work out a way for him to keep his old life, they discover something he has been hiding. This changes everything and now Kurt must begin his new life at Dalton Academy.
A.N.
Hello readers! So this is my first FanFiction ever so I'm sorry if it is terrible! I don't consider myself a writer, but this story just seemed to write itself so... This chapter is kinda odd and I honestly don't like it all that much but Chapter 2 is much better- in my opinion- I am still working on it though..
I do not own Glee. I also did not come up with Kurt's dormatory building name, that came from the amazing C.P. Coulter's Dalton.
So enjoy!
Chapter One: A New Life
Kurt stared at the looming building in front of him. This was it; this was officially the first day of his new life. He felt a light touch on his shoulder and glanced back to see his grandmother smiling comfortingly at him.
"It'll be fine sweetie," She said. "You'll love it here."
He sighed. He wished he could go back to his old life. It had much better than this one could ever be. Sure, he had to deal with bullies, death threats, and even sexual assault, but he would much rather relive the worst times in his life than be taken away from everything he knew, the things he loved and even what (and who) he hated.
His grandmother took his arm and gently urged him into the building. Looking around, Kurt noticed the building looked just as fancy inside as it did outside. To his right was a door with a small golden plaque next to it reading "Main Office".
Taking a deep breath, Kurt opened the door for his grandmother and followed her inside. There were two desks in the front, and behind them was what looked to be a short hallway leading to other offices.
Julie, Kurt's grandmother, walked up to one of the desks. "Excuse me Miss, this is my grandson Kurt Hummel, and he is here for his first day."
The women behind the desk looked up and smiled warmly at the two. She had red hair that fell in soft curls, framing her face perfectly, and a light splattering of freckles across her nose and cheekbones. Kurt would have found her highly attractive if he wasn't gay.
"Ah, yes, Mr. Hummel." She said in a welcoming tone. She glanced around her desk for a second before grabbing a small stack of papers and a white envelope, offering them to Kurt.
"Here is all the information you will need," She began. "There's a campus map, your schedule, a copy of your teachers' transcript, and your dorm information. There's a room key in the envelope as well."
Kurt tucked the envelope inside his messenger bag and flipped to each paper as she listed it, relieved that this was all he had to go through, instead of some meeting with the principal or something more nerve-wracking.
Looking back to the woman behind the desk Kurt asked, "Is that all?"
"Should be, your first period will begin at 8:15 Monday morning, and breakfast is open from five AM to eight AM. Your lunch period is on your schedule and dinner is open from four PM to eight PM. There are small kitchenettes in the dormitories for personal cooking or snacks. If you have any questions feel free to ask anybody, they'll be happy to help you out! I'm Grace, by the way," She replied, still smiling warmly.
"Thank you," Kurt said, tucking the papers into his messenger bag along with the envelope.
Julie smiled at Grace before turning to Kurt, motioning for him to leave. Kurt once again held the door open for his grandmother as they exited the main office and headed for the doors to the rest of the building.
As they were walking along the outdoor path leading towards Kurt's dormitory, he offered Julie his arm. She gladly accepted, leaning on him ever so slightly as they walked.
"Grandmother, you should rest. Let's go back to the car and I'll drive us over to the dorm," Kurt said. After all that had happened he really didn't want his grandmother to get sick.
"Kurt, stop your worrying! I'm fine! It's a beautiful day out, and I could use the exercise, so we are walking," she spoke firmly. "End of story," she said when Kurt started to protest.
Huffing, Kurt continued walking, but slowed his pace.
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, did you just slow down for me?" Julie inquired, a slightly annoyed tone to her voice. "I'll have you know," she continued when Kurt remained silent, "I am perfectly capable of walking at a normal pace. I may be old but that doesn't make me slow!"
Kurt sighed and quickened his pace just enough to please Julie. He would have protested more but they were starting to get odd looks from the few students they passed, all wearing navy-and-red blazers.
They walked for another ten minutes before Julie started slowing down slightly and breathing a little harder. Unfortunately, Kurt's dormitory was on the far side of campus from the main office, and they were only about the halfway mark of the long walkway.
Kurt stopped. "Grandmother, please, I don't want you pushing yourself!" He begged, "Let me run back and get the car, or…" he trailed off, not really sure how he felt about leaving Julie here by herself while he went to get the car.
"Don't be silly!" Julie exclaimed, "That would just be a waste of time and energy, and besides, we're already halfway there!"
Kurt sighed again. He really didn't want her to be walking such a distance, let alone in this heat.
"What if..." He paused, thinking. "What if I carry you?" He asked, hoping she would agree.
"And why would I let you do that?" Julie asked, a superior tone in her voice. "That would just wear you out. Besides, I don't think you could even lift me! I mean look at you! You need to get some meat on your bones!" She cried as she lifted one of Kurt's arms as if to prove her point.
"Is that a challenge?" Kurt asked, smirking.
"Why yes, I believe it is," Julie replied, an identical smirk on her own face.
"Okay," Kurt began, "You asked for it!" He yelled before lunging at Julie and sweeping her up in his arms.
"Ha," Kurt said, his smirk still intact. Julie grumbled to herself as Kurt began walking again.
Around fifteen minutes later they were approaching Kurt's building. Glancing up at the stone above the doors, Kurt saw the name Windsor carved there, in great swooping script.
When they reached the large oak doors leading into the building Julie began squirming in Kurt's arms.
"Okay, we are here, now put me down," She demanded, impatient to be on her own feet again.
His smirk returning to his face, Kurt looked at Julie before saying smugly, "Nope. You doubted me and now I must erase all doubt from your mind!"
Carefully shifting Julie in his arms so he had a free hand, he opened the door and walked into the building. Once inside, Kurt took a moment to marvel at the room before him. It looked to be a common room of a sort, and there were boys scattered around the room doing various things ranging from studying to paper football to Guitar Hero.
Tearing his eyes away from the sight before him, he carefully reached into his messenger bag and pulled out the packet of information that Grace had given him. He handed it to Julie and asked her to find his dorm information. She flipped a couple pages before saying "Second story, room 21."
Kurt started walking towards the stairs at the far end of the room, oblivious to the many stares the pair received. Julie, however, wasn't so oblivious, and she felt a blush creep across her face.
"Are you really not going to put me down?" She asked, hoping Kurt would finally let her walk, but to no avail.
"Yep!" Kurt replied happily, still smirking.
"Maybe next time you shouldn't doubt me, Grandmother."
Just as Kurt reached the stairs a tall African-American boy appeared from the side. Following him, was a short Asian boy, who looked very anxious.
"Excuse me-" the African-American boy began, but was interrupted by his companion before he could continue.
"Who are you? And why are you carrying that poor woman against her will?"
Kurt paused, visibly taken aback. "Um... Excuse me?" he asked, defenses going up at the demanding tone the short boy used.
Seeming to sense Kurt's feelings, the African-American boy quickly glared at the Asian boy before speaking up. "I'm sorry about him; he's just… well he's just him. He takes getting used to. I'm David," he said, gesturing to himself, "And the rude one is Wes." He continued, pointing to the student next to him.
Kurt set Julie down. David was about to reply, but was interrupted by her sudden outburst. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, if you ever dare do that again I will personally ship all of your scarves to Timbuktu!" She cried.
Kurt turned his attention away from Wes and David to address Julie, "I wouldn't have to if you didn't doubt me," he said cheekily.
Julie huffed and turned sharply, walking up the stairs. Kurt, not wanting her to fall, quickly followed and gave her his arm.
Wes and David, forgotten by both Kurt and Julie, turned to each other, shrugging.
David said, "Well, he would be an interesting addition to the dorm, that is, if he is a new kid…" He trailed off when he noticed Blaine at the other end of the room staring at Kurt.
Wes followed David's gaze to Blaine, still staring dumb-struck, turned back to David. "Do you think Kurt is gay? I wonder if we could get them together… From the way Blaine is staring at his ass as he walks up the stairs I would say he already has a crush on him! Ohhh! I hope they get together, they would make
such a cute couple!" Wes was practically squealing by the end of his little rant.
"Wes! We only know Kurt's first name let alone if he's gay!" David scolded, "Besides we aren't even positive that he's a new student, I mean have you ever heard of someone transferring in the middle of a semester? Although they would make a cute couple, him being both gay and a new student is unlikely."
"Really? Unlikely?" Wes said incredulously. "Did you not hear the whole 'If you dare do that again I will personally ship all of your scarves to Timbuktu'? I mean, what straight guy would take that as a threat, let alone has more than like two scarves?"
"Paul has lots of scarves," David replied.
"Yeah, but I think everyone thinks he's gay, even if he hasn't come out yet," Wes said smugly, positive he had just won.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," David grumbled under his breath as he turned and started after where Kurt had been heading. Wes grinned in triumph, and followed David up the stairs.
"Eighteen, nineteen," Kurt announces the numbers as they passed each room on the second story.
"Twenty- Finally! Twenty-one!" He paused outside the door, turning to Julie. "Well, this is it, my new home sweet home," He said, slightly nervous.
"Yes, indeed," Julie said. "Now open this door before I doubt you on that, too, and we spend half an hour here while you open and close the door to prove me wrong." Kurt grumbled slightly under his breath as he pulled out the envelope and opened it to find two keys inside. Grabbing one, he turned back to the door and unlocked it, pushing it open.
They stepped inside, and while Julie didn't seem all too interested in the room itself, but more so the lack of closet space, Kurt was speechless. He had expected a small, bland room with the bare minimum, like every other dorm room in the country, but in retrospect he realized he probably should have expected this from the way everything else on campus had been decorated. The room was fairly large. Two queen-size beds were on opposite ends of the room, with the foot of one bed facing the other. A decent size desk and a nightstand flanked each bed. At the far end of the room there was a large window with the curtains pulled aside, and a cushioned bench stretching the length of it.
"Wow," Kurt whispered, "this is one nice dorm room."
"No, no! This will never do!" Julie cried from the left side of the room.
Kurt glanced over at her. She was standing in front of what looked like supposed closet.
"How dare it call itself a closet!" Kurt thought incredulously. "It's more like a suitcase with hanging room!"
"What am I gonna do?" He asked Julie anxiously. "I'll never fit all my clothes in that pathetic excuse for a closet!"
"Well, you don't actually have that much clothing with you, do you? There is a uniform that's unfortunately required for you to wear during school activities."
"But that's only for school." Kurt complained. "Because I am being forced into that monstrosity for five out of seven days a week, I have to take every possible opportunity to make up for it on the weekend!"
Unable to deny the logic of this, being a fashion-forward woman herself, Julie just shrugged and said, "Well, you can keep some at my house and then on weekends, or whenever really, you can switch outfits for the next week or so.
"Okay. I'll go call your grandfather and tell him to go ahead and bring up your things from the house," Julie said. "I'll go wait for him out in the parking lot, and come get you when he gets here. Why don't you start decorating or something?" Julie walked out into the hallway to call her husband, Bud.
Kurt let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, and walked over to the desk, setting his messenger bag on the chair. Pulling out the papers Grace had given him and a few of his own things (notebooks, novels, a scrapbook New Directions made him when they found out he was transferring, and his laptop), he put them on the desk.
Slowly, he began to put them away in various drawers in the desk, or somewhere on the surface. When he got to the scrapbook he paused. Letting out a shaky breath, he moved his bag to the floor, sat down and opened the book carefully.
The first page was a group picture from their first performance as a glee club. Back when there were only the five of them; him, Rachel, Finn, Tina, and Mercedes. He remembered that performance. It had been when they thought Mr. Shue was leaving them, and thus, finally, they were able to actually get through an entire song without something happening. Don't Stop Believing. It had kind of turned into the glee club's unofficial theme song. All around the photo were signatures of the original five members, some with hearts next to them, some with stars, some just their names.
He turned to the next page. It was a picture that Mr. Shue had taken when they were practicing Le Freak. Next to the photo Kurt recognized Rachel's neat writing. Taking a deep breath, he began to read the note.
Kurt, my fellow diva, do you remember this? I do. It is one of my favorite memories in Glee Club. Want to know why? It's because it was the first time I truly appreciated your sense of humor, and your witty remarks. I don't know if you remember what you said but I do. "No. It's the song. It's really gay." I think those are the first words I ever heard you say. Ironic, huh? Anyway I'm really going to miss you Kurt. Please keep in touch with us all.
With Love, Rachel Berry
A gold star sat right after her signature.
A single tear fell from Kurt's eye as he finished reading the note. Looking at the next page it was a photo of the group during their performance of Push It. Smiling slightly at the memory, Kurt began reading the note next to this one, this time in Mercedes' script.
White Boy, I think this is one of my favorite performances. At the time I still had a crush on you, pretty bad too. And seeing you during this number being sexy as hell was not helping in that department. Remember how that ended? Sorry again about your car… but what can I say, "I busted your window, but you busted my heart". Anyway, I'll really miss you Kurt. And you best keep in touch with me or I'm gonna have to bust more than your window! I still expect to go shopping and get fashion critique from you; I don't care if you're two hours away!
Love, 'Cede
Kurt felt himself start truly crying, but for once didn't bother to try to stop. He glanced around quickly to make sure Julie hadn't come back, or worse, his roommate, who he had yet to meet. Seeing no one, he turned the page again. There he saw a black and white photo of himself, Tina, and Brittany from their music video of Single Ladies. He laughed lightly under his breath at the frame they used from the video; it showed all of them slapping their butts. Wiping a few tears away before they fell onto the book, he began to read the note next to this one, Tina's handwriting.
Kurt, Honestly I didn't really know you all that well before you asked me to do this with you. But I am very glad you did because you became a very close friend of mine and a wonderful shopping buddy! Remember how part way through your dad came home early and found us? I have to say, as nerve-wracking as it was at the moment, you have to admit looking back it is quite funny. You ended up on the football team with Brittany as your "girlfriend" to cover up! Getting the entire football team to do this dance was -and still is- one of your best accomplishments! It was a lot of fun to do this with you and I am really going to miss you, keep in touch!
Love,
Your Fellow Single Lady- Tina
Wiping away more tears Kurt looked at the next page. It was from what the group now calls "The Vitamin D Competition". The picture was of all the boys at the end of their performance in their final pose. Kurt shook his head; he looked extremely gay standing there with a hand on his hip and the microphone help above his head. Next to this photo was a note from Mike.
Kurt, to be honest, we were never very close, but I would have gladly punched Karofsky anytime for you. And you were really helpful when all of the girls were mad at us; it was nice to get a little insight into their minds. But remember "The Vitamin D Competition"? I remember especially how everybody else became overly happy when they took it but you seemed to become more irritable. Wonder why… Anyway, I will really miss you, even if we didn't know each other as well as we did other members of New D. I hope you are happy at Dalton.
P.S. You are an awesome dancer dude!
Your Fellow Dancer,
Mike
Suddenly, Kurt heard the door open. Quickly wiping away his tears and shutting the scrapbook (carefully putting it into the top drawer), he turned to find a sheepish boy standing in the doorway. He was startled, as he had expected Julie to be the one coming in. Kurt just stared at him for a moment. The boy was short, not very, but just shorter than Kurt himself, with curly black hair that was plastered to his head with what looked like bottles of gel, and warm, welcoming hazel eyes. Kurt probably would have found him highly attractive if not for recent events.
"Oh, I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were here already." The boy mumbled, wringing his hands awkwardly.
Snapping out of his trance, Kurt stood up, offering his hand to the boy. "Kurt Hummel, and its fine, I was just looking at some old photos."
Sighing in relief, the other boy shook Kurt's outstretched hand, his own rough and calloused, while Kurt's were slender and smooth. "Blaine Anderson, nice to meet you!" He said warmly.
"So I take it you're my roommate?" Kurt asked as he turned back to his desk and continued to go through his things.
"Yeah, so, what brings you to Dalton?" Blaine asked.
Kurt tensed. He knew people would wonder why he transferred mid-semester, and while they had every right to be curious, Kurt hadn't actually put any thought into how he was going to answer them. He could just tell them the truth, but it was a long complicated story. Besides he didn't want their sympathy, or pity.
"Circumstances," Kurt said dismissively, continuing his work.
Puzzled slightly by the odd answer, Blaine hesitated. On one hand he knew he had no right to pry, after all he met this boy for the first time not even five minutes ago, but on the other hand, Kurt had only made him more curious by his answer.
"Oh," Was his brilliant response. "Great, Blaine. Just great. That's sure to impress him. 'Oh.' Wow, I'm such an idiot!"Blaine thought to himself as he sat down on the foot of his bed, nervously chewing on his bottom lip.
Seemingly unaware of the very awkward situation now surrounding the two boys, Kurt reached into his messenger bag again, pulling out a manila envelope. Opening it, he carefully dumped the contents onto the top of his desk.
Leaning to one side, Blaine tried to peer over Kurt's shoulder from across the room. It wasn't working out so well. Knowing it would be creepy to ask about it, he just sighed, grabbed his stuff and headed into the bathroom to take a shower.
As soon as Kurt heard the water come on in the bathroom he breathed a sigh of relief. He really needed to get his act together. He couldn't just go around telling everyone that asked that he had transferred due to "circumstances"! People would start to get suspicious, and start asking even harder questions. Thinking back to the "circumstances" that caused his transfer, he began to cry again.
Flashback
"Kurt we know you have a life and friends here. We don't want to take you away from that, so we're going to work something out so you can stay at McKinley, if you want, that is," Julie said gently to Kurt as they walked through the park.
"Yeah, I would like to stay, and thank you," Kurt said in a monotone voice.
"Oh, honey." Julie stopped, pulling Kurt into a warm hug. "I know it's hard, just let it out."
Kurt began to sob into Julie's shoulder, shuddering and choking. "I-It's just… It's not fair!" He cried, hugging Julie close, relishing having someone there for him, something he had never been accustomed to.
One week later, after school
Kurt hurried back to his house, hoping that his grandparents wouldn't be around. Parking in the driveway, he ran inside and down to his bedroom. He didn't see his grandparents' car in the driveway, but that only meant that they would be here any second.
Going over to his vanity, he frantically searched around for his concealer, but had no luck in finding it.
Cursing under his breath, he began to search in his bathroom. Suddenly he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He panicked and locked himself in the bathroom. He couldn't let them see the large bruise on his left cheek and the black eye.
"Kurt, honey, are you home?" Came the sweet voice of his grandmother through the bathroom door.
"Yeah," Kurt called, "I'm in the bathroom." He hoped she would just leave it at that, so he could continue to look for his concealer in his room. It had to be in there, it wasn't in the bathroom, and he was positive that he did have some.
"What are you doing home so early?" Julie called.
Muttering under his breath Kurt frantically searched for some excuse he could use, and that she would actually believe. "I, uh, wasn't feeling all that well so I decided to come home a little earlier." He called back, praying that she would believe him and leave.
"Oh, sweetie, what's wrong? Do you have a fever? Open the door and let me take your temperature." She called, worry evident in her voice.
"Oh, no, I don't have a fever, just a slight stomach ache. Nothing big." He responded, becoming a little more frantic.
"Okay, well then why don't you come lie down and I'll go make you some chamomile tea." She said. A second later Kurt could hear her fading footsteps going up the stairs.
Rushing out of the bathroom, Kurt began tearing his room apart, looking for his damned concealer. A minute or two later he heard his phone beep, signaling he received a new text, but he didn't have time to check it. He continued to search around his room until he heard someone descending the stairs.
He quickly dove onto his bed, scrambling under the covers, turning on his side away from the door -wincing slightly when his black eye hit the pillow- and pulling his quilt up as high as he could without actually pulling it over his head.
He heard a soft knock on his door, and he called out softly in what he hoped sounded like a sick voice.
"Come in."
He listened to his grandmother open the door and walk over to his bed. "Here you go honey," she spoke softly, "drink this, it will help your stomach."
Not knowing what to do, Kurt just asked her to set it on the nightstand.
"Sweetie, I know your stomach hurts but the sooner you drink this, the sooner you will feel better." Julie said as she tried to gently roll him over. As soon as Julie touched Kurt's shoulder, he tensed and refused to move. "Kurt," his grandmother said in a warning tone, "Roll over, so I can help you sit up."
Searching his brain for a reason not to he finally said in a soft whisper, "But my head hurts." He didn't care if he would have to play sick for the next day or so, he simply couldn't let her see his injuries.
"Okay, honey, how about this, why don't you slowly roll over, as slowly as you want, and I'll give you your tea and then go get you some dark chocolate and Advil?" Julie said in an equally soft whisper.
Sighing, Kurt began to ever-so-slowly roll over, angling himself as he did so that he would be turned mostly away from her and whispered, "Can you turn the light off? It hurts."
Swiftly Julie set the tray with the tea cup on the night stand and walked over to the door, flipping the light switch. Turning around she caught Kurt before he had finished positioning himself.
"Kurt," she said in a worried tone, "What is on your face?"
Kurt froze. Shit, he was caught. Unless… unless he could play it off as something else.
"Oh, this?" he said gesturing to the bruise on his left cheek (she hadn't seen his black eye yet since the right side of his face was turned away from her). "Makeup from glee club, that's all." He said in what he hoped was a nonchalant tone.
"Really?" Julie asked skeptically, "Oh, then why don't I go get a washcloth to wipe it off with." She turned to go to the bathroom but stopped when Kurt called out.
"No! I- uh- I mean it will ruin my skin care regime if you do that. I'll just get it later."
"But it will ruin your pillows and sheets if you don't wash it off now," She argued.
"Oh, it's fine. It will wash out; I just want to take a nap." Kurt said, getting anxious.
"Kurt, why are you lying to me?" Julie asked in a hurt whisper. "Who did this to you?" She walked over to the door and flipped the light back on, sitting down on the edge of Kurt's bed and grabbing his chin gently with one hand, tilting it to the side to inspect the bruise.
"No one did this to me, unless of course you are referring to who put the makeup on for me, in which case I can proudly say that this is all my work." Kurt said proudly.
Releasing his chin, Julie said in a more forceful tone, "Kurt, look me in the eyes and tell me this is just make-up."
Kurt didn't know what to do. He couldn't look her in the eyes without her seeing the black eye, and no amount of make-up could explain the swelling.
"Kurt, look at me." Julie commanded.
He gave up. He turned to face her, but didn't meet her eyes. He didn't need to when he heard the sharp gasp that she admitted.
"Oh, Kurtie!" she said, using the nickname she gave him when he was little. She pulled him into a warm, needy hug, her eyes tearing up. Kurt was already crying, not holding back anymore. He cried for all the shit that had happened lately, for all the emotional pain, for all of the physical pain, but mainly for the pain he knew he was causing Julie.
"Come on," Julie said gently, "let's go upstairs." She carefully grasped his arm and led him upstairs.
When they reached the top Julie called out. "Bud, come see this."
Kurt's head snapped up at this, his eyes pleading. "Please, don't let him see, it's terrible enough that you had to!" he begged.
"Now, Kurtie, why would you ever think anything like that?" Julie asked, shocked. "Bud! Are you coming?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," Bud called from the living room.
"I don't want you guys to worry." Kurt whispered so softly Julie wasn't actually sure she heard him.
"Oh, Kurtie, don't you worry about anyone but yourself right now!" Julie cried. "Now, who did this to you?"
Just then Bud walked in. "What is all this yelling abo-" He trailed off as he noticed Kurt standing there staring very intently at the floor.
"What the hell?" he roared. "Who the hell did this?"
Kurt mumbled something under his breath.
"What? Who did this?" Bud asked again.
"Karofsky." Kurt whispered, barely audible.
"That son of a bitch, how could anybody do this to my Kurtie?" Bud ranted. "Why? How? Why the hell did he do this?"
"It's because I'm a fag," Kurt yelled, finally breaking. "It's because I am so freaking disgusting, all he did was add to my ugliness! I deserved it, didn't I? I mean don't all fucking fags deserve to get a good beating? Don't all of us freaking faggots deserve every bad thing in this world?" His voice grew into an eventual scream.
Both Julie and Bud opened their mouths to correct him, tell him how utterly wrong he was, but he turned abruptly running down to his room, tears streaming down his face.
End Flashback
Wiping away more tears, Kurt started to pin the photos onto the bulletin board above his desk. He smiled at each of them. They were of New Directions, groups, single people, and him, his mother, and his father. When he finished pinning them up he realized that he could no longer hear water running. He slowly turned around to find Blaine standing the doorway to the bathroom, looking shocked.
Suddenly Kurt realized what he must look like, tears still running down his face, his eyes all red and puffy. He quickly turned away, scrubbing at his face desperately. "How long have you been there?" Kurt asked in a hushed voice.
Blaine seemed to snap out of whatever trance he was in, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I just came out here and you were sitting there crying, pinning up those photos and I guess it just kind of surprised me."
Blushing slightly, Kurt didn't really know how to respond. "Sorry," He murmured.
Blaine was just about to respond when they heard a knock on the door, "Come in." Kurt called, and the door swung open to reveal Julie and Bud.
Bud walked in; setting the box he was carrying down on the bed, and giving Kurt a quick hug.
"So, Kurtie, this is it, huh?" he asked looking around the room.
Kurt sighed, "Yes, Granddad, this is it." Getting up, he went over to the box and opened it to find that it held his photos, decorations, and a small box that was once his mother's.
Holding back tears, he slowly began to take out each item, setting them carefully on his bed. When he finished unloading that box he looked up at his two grandparents who were looking at him with such sadness that Kurt almost lost control of his emotions and began to cry.
"Let's go get the rest of the boxes before it gets too dark out," Kurt suggested once he regained his composure.
Nodding silently in agreement, the three left the room. They walked in silence until they reached the car, when Julie piped up, saying that she refused to let them carry everything and wanted to take something.
Not having the emotional strength to argue, Kurt just handed her a small box to take, grabbing the heaviest for himself, and directing Bud to a medium-sized one. They then walked back to his room, silently again. Once there they simply put the boxes down and headed back to take another load. After three more loads, all the boxes, suitcases, and various little items were inside Kurt's dorm room. Setting down the last box Kurt turned to his grandparents and wished them well, offering to walk them out, but Julie kindly refused, saying that he needed to unpack a bit, and then get some rest. Biding them a final good night, Kurt closed the door after them and turned around with a determined "huff", beginning to meticulously open each box and move them around.
After each box was open and where he wanted it to be, he began to actually unpack them, starting with the photos, décor, and the box on his bed. He strategically placed all of the photos so that they were spread out evenly, and didn't look clustered anywhere.
Taking a step back, Kurt took a moment to appraise his work thus far. Giving himself a curt nod, he began to hang up his posters. He had decided to bring only his favorite posters. He didn't know how much room he would have, and it's a good thing he did, because he thought right. He only had posters of The Phantom of the Opera, Wicked, Rent, and Sweeny Toddwith him. He placed them perfectly so that he couldn't see the Sweeny Todd poster from his bed.
While Kurt was rummaging around and decorating, Blaine had been watching him. Not in a creeper way, no, of course not! He was simply appreciating his decorating skill, that's all. The book in his hand that he was definitelyfocused on slowly began to slip out of his grasp. Suddenly, it fell out of his hand and closed with a slight pop. Kurt whirled around, startled by the sudden noise. Blaine quickly grabbed the book, giving Kurt an apologetic look, as he put the book on his nightstand, and turned off his bedside lamp.
Giving Blaine a slight glare, Kurt cleared off his bed and nightstand, preparing to go to bed. He grabbed his pajamas, toothbrush, and various skin care products and headed toward the bathroom.
Changing slowly, Kurt was listening carefully to hear Blaine's breaths even out, signaling that he had fallen asleep. He took his time doing his skin care routine, and worked on gently removing the cover up from his face.
After about forty-five minutes he decided that Blaine must be asleep by now, so he quietly crept out of the bathroom heading to where he thought his bed was.
He fumbled around for a minute, before tripping over one of his boxes, landing on the floor with a loud thud.
The first thought that passed through Kurt's head was Ow!Then after a second he realized just how loud he had been. Panic set in.
Hearing a loud and painful sounding, thud resonating throughout the dorm room sent Blaine almost falling out of bed. He bolted up and out of bed he fumbled with his bed-side lamp.
Meanwhile Kurt was trying to inconspicuously slip into bed without alerting Blaine. Unfortunately for him, just as he turned to check if Blaine was awoken by the ruckus or not, a soft warm light filled the room.
Blaine finally got the light to turn on and turned towards where he thought the noise had come from. As soon as he saw the cause he froze. There was Kurt sprawled awkwardly on the floor looking like he had just fallen, turned toward him. His eyes grew, and there was obvious fear in them. But that's not what caught Blaine's attention. No. It was the fact that half of the terrified boy's face was covered in a large, purple bruise. When he finally tore his eyes from the bruise, he looked into Kurt's eyes, only to find that his eye was hideously black.
A.N.
Cliffhanger!... sorta... Anyway I'm sorry about the weird things that happen in this chapter, I don't really know how they happened but they did... Espesially that thing with Kurt carrying Julie, I am not really sure how that happened, but I guess it was a good way of showing what a good relationship those two have.
Like I said this is my first FanFiction.
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