Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
A/N: I self-harmed again today, but I am aware there are better ways to deal, even if I cannot bring myself to make use of them every time, not yet anyway. But this fic is about those healthier ways, and the wonderful woman I dream about having in my life one day to help me get through it.
Skies
They have not seen each other for five days.
Blaine storms past Kurt without a single glance or word, right into the small space they use to work off some steam, both in their very own ways. Kurt's sowing machine is in there, alongside his yoga mat, Blaine's paints and his punching bag.
Kurt had expected this might be coming. It is not the first time it is happening after a series - no matter how small in number - of days spent by Blaine with Cooper as well as his parents.
Cooper being condescending from time to hime is nothing new, and usually Blaine can handle it, especially with Kurt by his side, who keeps his hand in Blaine's and Blaine grounded, no matter what.
But Cooper and their parents together, for days, ... hours can be enough for Blaine to lose it. Ever depending on his family's mood and form.
Often, and that is when it hurts Blaine most, it seems like a sport to them, taking Blaine down, ... and then apart.
"I knew you could not do it."
"I knew that job would not work out for you. People expect things to work, Blaine. It is important things work."
And it does not matter that "I decided it was not right for me, so I quit. I was not fired, Dad." Blaine is the fool. Blaine is the burden.
When Kurt follows Blaine into the space after almost a whole hour, finds Blaine like he knew by the sounds alone before even seeing him he would find him, punching that bag still, hair and face and shirt dripping with with the sweat of pain and frustration, Blaine grits out, "He called me irresponsible."
And Blaine sounds so wounded, it is a punch to Kurt's chest, knocking all air out of him, doubly so, cutting all air off, when Blaine looks at him, eyes cried red, tears invisible among the sweat.
Kurt steps forward, pulls Blaine close, both boys taking their first deep breath again when arms close around each other, Blaine burrying his face in Kurt's neck mumbling, "Shit." 'I love you. I cannot believe I get to come home to you. I'm sorry I brought all that home with me. I am sorry I still get upset. I am sorry. I'm just so sorry, Kurt.'
Blaine does not have to say it, the one word is enough. Kurt does not need a declaration, no lines to read in between. Neither does Blaine.
And Kurt feels Blaine's smile instantly build on his lips, resting against the neck of Kurt's skin, when Kurt answers softly, "Shut up." 'You have every right to be upset. I'm just happy to have you back in one piece. I am so proud of you. I love you, and you don't have to change for anyone. You know what feels right, and you trust that. I love you so much.'