A/N: I know it's been an inexcusable long while, but I've had a LOT going on at home and school and such- but if you like this small bit, give me a review with an idea you'd like and I'll get right on it. I've got a mutliple one-shots fic coming up, but it's rusty and in the making. For the real juice, I'll need ideas, prompts, and support.
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-Thoughts Of A Fallen Angel
Author: Thoughts Of A Fallen Angel
Title: A Series of Secrets They'll Never See
Description: Sometimes, Kurt and Blaine have hurts, and secrets, and fears. Sometimes they just can't say anything, until they break and tell the other something that no one but them will ever see or hear.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Glee or Fox Network's characters. All credit goes to Ryan Murphy.
But I would love to own Chris...or Darren...
Here we go:)
Empty Sheets.
They seem to stare at Kurt- mock him, almost. Always bare now, since Burt had taken to sleeping in an entirely different room. Kurt's mother had certainly left an impact when she died, even said. The loss of Amelia Hummel crushed anyone who knew her, indefinitely, and some who didn't even.
Sheets that smelled of vanilla and almond and sweet, sweet spring, all in one.
Kurt hated those empty sheets, but couldn't seem to stop going in there to smell his mother's unique smell; he'd lie on the floor with the dress drawers open, and remember.
Unfortunately, High School had no such escape- only dank bathrooms and crowded judgemental halls that glared at Kurt.
Karofsky loved torturing him. All through school, elementary and middle and now high, he'd been followed and ridiculed and hated.
David Karofsky may very well be the Anti-Christ, Kurt thinks, but I'm still not sorry I flip off nuns.
Nothing could save him. Irrevocably, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel would always, never-endingly be the bane of the hockey teams's existent, and the target in Capture the Gay Flag.
After days of abuse, Kurt lies in bed, his bed, until his tears flow so freely he stuffs half his fist in his mouth to muffle harsh sobs.
Unforgiving blank, useless bedding reduced him to a snivelling mess. Snot bubbled from his red burning nose, while hot, salty tears rushed down his chubby cheeks. Bruises litter pale, porcelain skin; welts litter a jutting spiny back, most likely from lockers and doors.
He'd never think it would be possible to escape.
"And that, is the reason I joined Glee. Either that, or commit suicide. It just...got to me." Kurt finishes his obviously morbid confession, not meeting Blaine's eyes.
Blaine tilts his chin up gently. "Hey, hey. Look at me," he says softly.
Kurt sniffs. "I'm sorry- it's just I've never told anyone that." A tear rolls down his still-pale cheek, innocently clear.
His boyfriend smiles. "You'll always be able to tell me things- this is our... series. Our series of secrets that no one will ever be able to see or touch or hear or ridicule us for. I love you, Kurtie," He grins, tickling Kurt suddenly.
Kurt squeals, trying to fight off the shorter boy, but enjoying himself tremendously.
"I love you too," he replies later, eyes drifting closed. "I love you more than life itself."
They lie in those sheets, in what is now Kurt's room. Grays and blues reflect the calm cream colors, no longer quite so mocking. Instead, they are a comfort to Kurt.
For the first time in a long time, Kurt feels like he is master over something.
A/N: That's it for Chapter 1! Want more? Review, Favorite, give me ideas! The rest is up to you guys!
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