Kurt and Blaine – Revelations

K.P.O.V- It's another day in my own personal hell on Earth. School is the low point of my existence. Karofsky, the stupid jock and his teammates make my life miserable. It isn't just at school, thanks to my sister the jocks are at my house more often than I would like. Glee club is the only bearable part of my school life, being around people who have the same school experience as me make things better. Mercedes is my best friend, and she protects me most of the time, but the jocks always find a way to get to me behind her back, like my house for instance.

I always have Spanish last with Blaine, one of the jocks. Blaine isn't like the other jocks. He is smaller, slighter, very beautiful, and he seems like a nice person, not like the others, but I have never even said two words to him. Talking to him may lead to bad consequences for me. I take my usual seat behind the beautiful boy, and continue the tradition of staring at the back of his head and day dreaming about us. It is about half way through the class when Blaine turns to look at me, my heart skips a beat.

"Kurt, sorry to bother you but my pen just ran out, do you have a spare?"

" I don't have a spare, but you can take mine." Stupid move. Now I don't have a pen to copy the work off the board, but I don't really care.

Blaine smiles at me and turns back around. I am momentarily stunned. His smile is dazzling. I replay our first contact in my head; I have officially said more than two words to Blaine Anderson.

I can't wait to tell Mercedes about talking to Blaine, pathetic really, but I can't help being excited. My excitement is cut short when I walk outside. My car is sitting there with no wheels and a nice new paint job, spelling the word 'faggot.' My eyes tear up, great. To make matters worse Blaine walks out just in time to see my tears overflow.

"Kurt?"

"Go away, Blaine." My voice is husky. I don't care about my rudeness; he is part of this group.

Blaine doesn't care much for requests, apparently. His gentle hands grasp my shaking shoulders and steer me towards his car.

"I can walk home," I mumble. I don't want Blaine to see me this upset.

"It's no problem," he smiles reassuringly.

I hesitate, but slide into the passenger seat of his car.

"Shouldn't you be with the rest of them, laughing at me?"

Blaine doesn't look very happy at my statement.

"Kurt I— I would never… I usually try and stay away from them when the plan something like this."
"That didn't stop you throwing a slushie in my face last week." I glare at him; he is not making any sense.

"I know, and I'm sorry, it will not happen again. I guess that I didn't like the idea of Karofsky punching me in the face if I didn't do it. I may be a jock, but that doesn't change anything."

I don't say anything else until we pull up at my house. I whisper a thank you and get out of the car. Blaine follows.

"Blaine?"
"I should explain to your dad."

"There's no need. I can do it myself."

"Too bad, I don't think you can."

I narrow my eyes at him, since when did he care? I shrug and walk in to my house; my dad is leaning against the wall.

"Where's your car, Kurt?"

I ignore him and go straight downstairs. I hear Blaine introduce himself and explain what happened. Listening to Blaine recall the car event makes me cry again, so I turn on my stereo and sing along quietly. After a few more minutes my dad comes down the stairs. Blaine is not accompanying him.

"Did Blaine leave?"

"Yeah, nice kid." My dad already likes him, after only a few minutes.

"Sure." I'm not in the mood to start a conversation.

"Look, Kurt. I can talk to the principal about this."

"No." That would just make everything worse for me. "I'll be fine."

This must be enough reassurance for him, because he turns and leaves my room. I don't care how early it is, I climb into my bed and disappear under the covers, not re-surfacing until morning come around.

B.P.O.V- The weekend, finally. This week has seemed longer than usual. I lean out of bed and grab my phone -1 new message- flashes across the screen. Karofsky. 'Meet us at Jenna's.' I don't want to go. It's not like I can hang out with Kurt, the guys will kick my ass. The truth is I want to hang out with Kurt. There is something about him. He fascinates me. I know that I'm gay, and so do my parents, but that's it. If anyone else ever found out that will be the end of me.

Kurt only lives two streets away from me so I decide to walk; it gives me more time to think… About Kurt. I'm not 100% sure that I like him; more like 99.9% Kurt is different. Small, kind, gentle, he is beautiful. I always find it hard to look away from him. I would like more than anything for us to spend more time together, but being in the group I am makes that harder than it should be. That, and I'm sure that Kurt hates me, why wouldn't he? I emerge form my thoughts, surprised. Walking to Kurt's had taken less time than I thought it would. Once I am inside I automatically search the room for Kurt. Seeing that he isn't there, I shake my head. Of course, Kurt will be hiding in his room. I hate how the team make him feel, scared, in his own home. I'm sure if Kurt's father was home he wouldn't allow any of my teammates inside, but Jenna always lets the boys know when Burt is out. Karofsky hasn't seen me come in, and I quickly head to the top of the stairs.

"Kurt?" I keep my voice down; I don't want Karofsky to hear me.

Kurt's head peeks around the wall, and his face lights up like a kid's on Christmas morning.

"Blaine."

I take a step forward, but feel a hand grab my shoulder. Crap, Karofsky.

"Blaine, what are you doing?"

"Just checking he's in his place."

I regret saying the words as soon as they leave my mouth. Kurt looks like he has just been slapped, he flinches, and his eyes fill with tears. I can tell how much my words have hurt him. I will sneak back after everyone has left, and apologise. I want us to be friends, and more. Karofsky's booming laugh brings me back down to Earth, I feel sick. Jenna suggests that we all go see a movie with her cheerleading friends.

"I'm fine, I'll just walk home."

Karofsky shrugs and leaves with the others. As soon as the car pulls out of the driveway I quickly make my way to Kurt's stairs. I walk down and see him sitting on his bed, red-eyed; he looks up at me sadness and anger etched on his face.

"Kurt, I'm—"

"Don't. Don't even bother Blaine," he turns his head towards the wall.

I ignore his request and stride over to him. I turn his head and take his face in my hands, and wipe away the fresh tears.

"I'm so, so sorry Kurt."

Kurt flushes underneath my touch, and looks at me with confusion.

"Why do you do this? Act like this when it's just us, and bully me like the rest of them when they're around?"

Kurt's hurt expression is heartbreaking, and I know I need to explain.

"I'm gay, Kurt. Besides you the only other people that know are my parents. I do it to fit in. I like sports, and joining the football team means hanging out with them. Even when you're a jock you aren't treated differently, you listen to Karofsky or you get bullied. Kurt, I like you a lot. I would like to be closer to you but I'm scared of the consequences. I never wanted to hurt you." I sigh, relieved that I finally got it out, but scared for his reaction. I really can't believe I told him.

Kurt is looking at me with a shocked expression on his face, it is sort of worrying. Kurt lifts his hand to his face and takes my hand in his, a small smile for his answer. I hug the smaller boy, and stand to leave.

"Go on a date with me?" The words leave my mouth before I can even think about it.

Kurt takes a while to answer, and stares at me thoughtfully.

"Yes, of course." A grin stretches across his cute face. I grin back.

"I'll pick you up at six."

"What are we doing?"

"You'll see."

Kurt's eyes narrow, and he sighs.

"I need to know what to wear."

"Anything, you'll look good anyway." I leave quickly, before he can say anything else.

K.P.O.V- A date… With Blaine Anderson. How did this happen? I can't contain my excitement. I dial Mercedes' familiar number, and wait for her to pick up.

"Kurt?"

"Mercedes! Guess what? I have a date with Blaine Anderson!"

Mercedes is silent for a while.

"Shit. No way! When?"

"Tonight at six."

"Hold on, I'm coming over."

Before I can say anything else she has hung up. I dance excitedly around my room, and flop dramatically onto my bed, smiling. Not even ten minutes later Mercedes comes down the stairs.

"How did you—?"

Mercedes cuts me off.

"Door was open, now, what are you going to wear?"

" I don't know. I have no idea what we are doing."

Mercedes stops and thinks for a moment.

"When in doubt go casual. Jeans, button up shirt and cardigan."
I wince, this sounds too casual.

"Mercedes—"

"Kurt, shut up and do it."

I glare at her and turn to my closet. I choose my back skinny jeans, light pink button up and grey cardigan. I take my time and do my hair neatly. When I'm done, I turn to Mercedes.

"How do I look?"

"Casual but fabulous. You'll be fine." She hugs me and smiles. "See you on Monday, you can tell me about it then."

Just as Mercedes leaves my dad comes home, I go up stairs to greet him.

"Hey dad. I'm going out tonight."

"With who?"

"Blaine."

"Oh, good. It's good that you're spending some time with guys. Wait. He isn't your boyfriend is he?"

I blush. "Not yet, dad."

"Yet?"

Just as my dad starts to question me there is a knock at the door. Blaine is stood on the front step dressed in jeans, a shirt and bow tie; he looks adorable.

"You look nice," he smiles.

"Thank you," I blush. "So do you."

"May I?" He steps inside towards my dad.

"Good evening, sir. I promise I will not have him back too late."

Burt, not being used to addressed as 'sir', smiles.

"Well that's alright. Uh, have… Fun."

Blaine takes my hand and walks me to his car. After her enters the car, I ask him.

"Where are we going?"

"My house," he smiles at me.

I give him a nervous look.

"Don't worry, it's not what you think."

I take the hand that's not on the wheel and trace little circles with my thumb. When we pull up to Blaine's house her releases my hand and walks around to open my door for me, taking my hand again.

"My parents gave us tonight alone."

Blaine opens the door and shows me into the dining room. I smile at him and he holds my chair out for me, and kisses my cheek. I blush and look at him shyly.

"I thought a private candle-lit dinner would be nice, I even cooked."

"It's perfect," I reassure him.

Blaine leaves me to get the food, which turn out to be lasagna, my favourite.

"Kurt, I was wondering how long you have known that you are gay."

"I pretty much came out of the womb with rainbows and unicorns. I guess I figured out when I was around 12, but I was too scared to tell anyone until last year. I even tried to pretend that I wasn't gay," I pause. "What about you?"

"Well I never knew until three years ago. I met this boy and he ended up being the reason I found out. My parents were shocked when I told them."

I try to ignore the stab of jealousy I feel, when I hear about the other boy.

"I noticed you're in the glee club?"

"Uh yeah. It's the only thing that makes school bearable."
"Are you any good?"

"I guess. If you count the best as good."

"Modesty isn't your thing, I'm guessing?" He joked.

"No, I'm just kidding. I guess I'm alright."

"Kurt, you don't actually have to be modest. I've heard you sing."

"You have? When?" My voice sounds slightly hysterical, I'm embarrassed.

"I walked past one lunch time," he admits.

"Oh god." I put my head in my hands, what if he thinks I suck?

"No! You're amazing! I hid around the corner and listened for a while."

I felt more relieved.

The night carries on with talk about our talents, family and Blaine trying to teach me about football. When Blaine drives me home he walks me to my door.

"Kurt, I want to ask you something… Would you like to be my boyfriend? I know it's sudden, I just like you a lot and I feel a connection with you. It would be just between you and I for a while, just until I'm ready to tell people that I'm gay. I hope that's okay. I understand if this is too much too fast."

I am stunned. Boyfriend? Blaine? I make a small noise, which sounds something like a squeak. Blaine looks at me questioningly.

"Blaine… I would love more than anything to be your boyfriend. Of course I don't mind, take as long as you need, there is no rush."

Blaine grins and steps closer. His hands find my face and draw me closer. I can feel his breath on my lips. My breath hitches in my throat, and our lips connect. His lips are soft as they move against mine, and I move my hands to entwine them in his curly hair, pulling his face closer. My lips feel as though they have melted, and my heart starts to beat faster. Blaine pulls away gently and presses his lips softly once more to mine. I look into his eyes, I feel intoxicated.

"Goodnight, Kurt." He smiles at me, and kisses my hand.

I watch him drive away and close the door behind me, leaning against it. I smile, still breathless. Blaine Anderson, my boyfriend.