Blaine couldn t summon up enough might to even let out a simple word. He just sat there, head buried in-between his shaky, red palms. Snot started dripping from his nose as he tried to keep the heavy flow of tears streaming down his face under control. He sat there in a crossed-legged position looking like a child. Blaine whimpered for affection, but received none. In short, he was a hot mess.
Blaine! How could you say something like that! insisted Kurt. Kurt s fiery expression was not one to fool around with right now. You think I didn t have feelings then? Is that what you re saying? demanded Kurt.
Blaine tried to say something. He wanted to tell Kurt everything. He wanted to rush up to him and just kiss his soft, delicate lips. He wanted to tell him how sorry he was. That he was a completely different person now then he was then. That he was going through so much as a child and didn t know how to properly express his feelings. That he would take it all back in a heartbeat. That he would carry the burden and tears that have haunted Kurt for all these years. But nothing was coming to mind. He couldn t even say as easy a statement as iSorry/i.
Rather, he just continued to cry while Kurt continued to get more impatient as the minutes ticked by. Finally, without any warning, Kurt just leapt up off of the bed and slammed the door to Blaine s room shut, leaving Blaine to toil in his own misery. Kurt was almost out of the house when he realized he had forgotten the promise ring Blaine had given him all those months ago was still on his hand. He looked at the small, but pretty ring. How little it was yet how much it truly meant to him.
iHad meant to him/i. Kurt began to cry. Rather, he began shaking while he managed to squeeze the ring off his finger. He paused for a minute to take in its beauty. Then, he let go of his pent up anger and he chucked it as far as he could over the hedges of Blaine s sideyard before getting into his car and backing down the driveway. He continued to sob as he put the car in drive and accelerated off, out of Blaine s neighborhood.
Little did he know, or care, that Blaine was watching him the whole time. Blaine s heart reduced to small particles when he saw what Kurt did with his ring.
That night was supposed to be a fun night. A night where they have dinner with Kurt s family, share a lot of intimate glances while they eat, come back to Blaine s house, while his parents are out of town, then go at it for hours upon sweaty hours of having mad, passionate sex. Blaine had not intended for this night to do a full 180 on him. He was expecting to bottom tonight; expecting to feel the warm, savory love of Kurt, wrapped around his stomach as he comes into him. He was expecting to see those bright, blue eyes look into him and say how much he loves him as he reciprocated the love. He wanted this whole nightmare to be over and for him to wake-up. He just wanted to wake-up already and know this had all been a horrible, horrible dream that he could tell Kurt about on the way to get coffee and bagels that morning while they share a few kisses along the way.
But he knew that wasn t going to happen. That wasn t going to happen for a long, long time because he screwed up majorly. He had no one to blame but him-himself well, himself minus ten years ago.
That day had started off like any other. Blaine woke-up early and drove to get coffee and bagels from the Lima Beam. It was his turn to drive to school this week and decided to let Kurt sleep in a little longer today. He added a little extra cream into Kurt s favorite Non-fat Mocha before grabbing their bagels and heading over to the Hummel s house.
Upon arriving, Blaine parked the car. He got there pretty early and decided to greet Kurt at the front door.
After ringing the door bell, Carole answered. Hey, Sweetie. Come on in! Thanks, Mrs. Hummel.
Oh please, Blaine. Call me Carole. Finn had to go in early for some math tutoring and Kurt is having a little bit of a meltdown this morning. You might want to go help him.
Oh no. What happened? Was everything okay? Blaine set the coffee and bagels on the kitchen counter and rushed to the basement. He opened the basement door and flew down the stairs.
Kurt! Kurt! Kur-
iOhHallelujah/i! There, slumped in the middle of the room, in front of a mirror, was Kurt. He held between him two different sweaters and three different pairs of shoes. Obviously, Carole had forgotten to mention his meltdown was more of a ifashion meltdown/i.
Hey! I m just having a difficult time deciding between these two sweaters, said Kurt. Which do you like more? he asked as he held them both up for Blaine to judge.
The one on the left, hands down. It brings out your stunning eyes and makes them look even more beautiful. Plus, it ll turn me on in French class when you turn around and hand back notes to me, laughed Blaine. Kurt blushed. He was amazed with how elegant and nonchalant Blaine s ability was to describe how much he wanted to fuck him.
Oh you. Keep it in your pants until tonight.
Tonight tonight was going to be a good night. It was Friday night. Date night. Blaine s parents were in San Francisco for the week and Blaine was home alone. They planned on having dinner at Kurt s house before going over to Blaine s and spending the night and doing what one would expect two, gay, dating-extremely-hormonal guys to do: have sex. Lots of sex.
I don t know if I can promise anything, winked Blaine. He kisses Kurt on the nose before winking again and heading back up the stairs.
Pretty soon, Kurt came upstairs with his outfit and dam did he look good. Like holyshit! Blaine might not be kidding when he said he might not make it through the day. The shirt Blaine picked for Kurt brought out his eyes in such a wondrous way that it made Kurt sparkle. The shirt outlined Kurt s healthy physique and his pants made his cute, bubble-butt pop.
In short, Blaine was getting hot already and it wasn t even eight o clock.
iThink, Anderson, Think. Twelve more hours and he will be all yours. Fuck, that s too long./i
Alright. Are you ready? asked Kurt, excitedly. He gave Blaine a peck on the lips.
Wow. You you look beautiful, said Blaine, handing Kurt his coffee and bagel.
Kurt blushed. And you go out of your way to surprise me with my favorite breakfast? I think you re pretty awesome yourself, said Kurt. They kissed one more time before grabbing their bags.
Carole yelled from the top of the banister. She was drying her hair, in her bathrobe. Bye guys! Have a great day at school. We ll expect you both for an early dinner at around 5:00! See you then!
What s for dinner? yells Blaine.
It s a surprise! shouts Carole. But don t worry you ll love it. I promise.
Blaine smirked before opening the front door for Kurt.
A gentleman as always, smiles Kurt as he bows and exits the household.
They walk and get into Blaine s car. Blaine backs down the driveway and soon, they are on their way to McKinley with twenty minutes till first period. They chitchat as Kurt plugs in his iPod. He had just downloaded the Next to Normal soundtrack and wanted Blaine to hear it.
It s so good! The first song is definitely one of my favorites and I just lo- . Well, well aren t we just really excited for tonight, giggles Kurt.
What are you iOH/i! Blaine looked a little confused as to why Kurt was giggling before realizing his massive erection is showing through his pants.
How long has that been like that? laughs Blaine nervously, trying to play off his embarrassment.
Since two nights ago, smiles Kurt.
Two nights ago. That was a fun night. Wednesday night they were at Kurt s house, supposedly studying for their history test the next day. As far as those two thought, they made their own history that night. It was the first time they had tried having sex with most of their clothes on. They had had the hots for each other for quite some time; they hadn t had sex in almost two weeks because of midterms and Glee club, practicing for sectionals. So that night, after Glee club rehearsal, and both agreeing they couldn t last another minute .they came home, and like anyone would do, started kissing passionately, and soon enough, Kurt s pants were on the floor; Blaine was grabbing the lube and condom, and bing-bang-boom! History was made.
Blaine chuckles. He knows how much they both enjoyed that night. You were brilliant that night, I have to admit.
I don t think I ve seen someone come as fast as I saw you that night, laughed Kurt.
iWho could blame, Blaine? Kurt was dressed in a suit. His features outlined dam near perfectly as his hair and eyes sparkled while his slim figure was-/i
WOAH SHIT! Blaine swerved to the right, avoiding colliding with a car traveling in the opposite direction.
Okay. iThinking about having sex and previous sex with Kurt while simultaneously trying to operate a motor vehicle isn t the smartest thing to do./i
Sorry! Sorry! yells Blaine. I have to keep you off of my mind before it kills us both.
Kurt was still petrified from having the image of his head getting rammed through windshield. He knew if he wanted tonight to happen, let alone get to school unharmed, he d have to take some sort of action to relieve Blaine. All he could think about was Blaine s massive erection, yielding only for his pants; waiting to be let free. That was it. Kurt set his coffee and half-eaten bagel down before sliding over and gently leaning-down to undo Blaine s trousers.
Kurt, what are you doing? eyed Blaine.
Helping you decompress
Kurt what are you KUR Well that felt good. Kurt had slipped Blaine s pulsating errection into his mouth. He gently swirled Blaine s head around in his mouth, toying with him before finally entering a delicate pattern of sucking Blaine off.
Blaine kept one hand on the steering wheel and placed one hand gently on Kurt s head.
Oh Keep go oh! Kur
Kurt continued to suck and stroke Blaine s cock. He positioned his free hand that wasn t around Blaine s cock right under the entrance of his bottom.
Ready for the grand finale? asked Kurt, before slipping his mouth back on Blaine s head.
What do you mean FINALE! Kurt had pushed his index finger as far up as it would go into Blaine s butt. He even managed to tap Blaine s special spot.
Blaine came, deep in the throat of Kurt. Kurt swirled it around before swallowing. He licked his lips and chuckled. He leaned over and kissed Blaine on the cheek.
I had a feeling that wouldn t take long, laughed Kurt. That may have even beaten Wednesday night. Let s go for the World Record tonight!
I love you so much, said Blaine, smiling.
I love you too, said Kurt.
As anticipated, Blaine struggled throughout the day. As the day progressed, time seemed to slow down. Each period seemed to get longer and Blaine s attention span seemed to last less and less. By fourth period, his mind was exploding with images of Kurt, his naked, pale skin; on Blaine s bed, waiting for him. All he could do was think about what he was going to do to Kurt tonight. At lunch, Blaine had to literally put his hands under his butt to keep him from jumping across the table and attacking Kurt with kisses.
Why was today so hard? It s not like Kurt and he haven t had sex before; it s not like any other school day, right? Then why was Blaine acting so horny? Why can t he keep his emotions under check for just one day? Has he really fallen THAT hard for Kurt? Blaine stopped day dreaming when he saw Sue Sylvester come striding towards him.
Midget gay boy, I assume you and Kurt will be spending tonight together? Well just make sure you use protection. Wouldn t want my Porcelain to catch any diseases from your little Elvin tribe now would we?
Blaine was taken aback. How did she know they were going to have sex and why had she grown so fond of Kurt?
Sue Sylvester had grown strangely accepting and fond of Kurt over the last three years, indeed. She used to make fun of him every day and have people pull pranks on him and his fellow Glee club members. She d help the ruin the club s image, help jocks throw slushies at the members, and even had the club disqualified at sectionals during Kurt s freshman year for being too boring. Nothing, though, had gotten violent. Nothing, until one day during Kurt s sophomore year, things changed. Kurt was simply talking with Rachel and Mercedes at his locker, when four football jocks, including Karofsky, came-up and ambushed him. They tore his favorite shirt, and nearly beat him senseless.
Why? Because one of the football players had felt that Kurt was checking him out and what better way of redemption for mealy starring and admiring a guy then to beat him senseless? Besides, Figgins never acted on punishing people, and Sue Sylvester, the only real force at the school, has previously helped them mock the Glee club members before so surely they could get away with it.
Sue had just finished her protein shake of fruit, raccoon hormones, and dreams when she wasn t feeling too well. May have been a little too much raccoon hormones this time. As Sue exited the girl s restroom after having a battle with her shake, she turned to see four football players getting wild up. Jocks were known for being rowdy, but that usually came with the football season, and that was long since over. She was suspicious and so she tailed them. She hid behind the corner of the lockers and watched as Karofsky slammed Kurt into his locker and punched him in the nose as Kurt fell to the ground. Mercedes screamed while Rachel got in-between Kurt and Karofsky and demanded that he stop. He didn t listen. Instead, Karofsky shoved Rachel into the lockers. Rachel s head went clang! against the lockers before she fell to the floor. Blood started dribbling out of her nose as tears started streaming down her cheeks as Kurt hugged her, waiting to be beaten again. But nothing happened. Sue had seen enough and immediately broke-up the fight. She had the three players suspended for instigating the beating and Karofsky was expelled.
Ever since that day, Sue has felt personally responsible for all that has happened to Kurt and decided she would watch over Kurt acting as his guardian angel, keeping a watchful eye on all he did, making sure he was okay and that no one was picking on him. If there s one thing no one wanted to do, that was touch Kurt. Because hurting Kurt now meant having to face Sue and that s worse than having to stare death in the face. The irony in all of this was Sue stood-up for Kurt, but despised the Glee club. She wanted it to end, but would do anything for Kurt.
When she learned that Kurt was dating Blaine, she did extensive background checks and found nothing. She didn t like the thought of this little midget kid coming and snatching Kurt away from her, but nonetheless, it made her baby happy so she learned to accept it. That doesn t mean she wouldn t insult Blaine from time-to-time or ruffle his feathers up. Also, Sue has her resources. Whenever something big happens with Kurt, Sue knows. So let Kurt date Blaine she decided, if anything ever were to happen, she could make Blaine s life a living hell.
Blaine snapped out of his sudden trance and responded, oh wha? Sorry. Will do, Mrs. Sylvester.
Kurt suddenly appeared from around the corner, coming from his history class. His head hung low and he didn t look too happy. Something must have happened.
Hey, Blaine. Oh hey , Sue.
Hey, Sweet Porcelain. How you doing, kiddo? she asked as she gave him a side hug.
Not too shabby. Quite swell actually. Yourself?
Ehh. I ve been better. But if you two lovebirds will excuse me, mamma has gotta date with Lou. Remember what I told you, Midget-elf. With that, Sue rushed back to the restroom.
iCheck that: bWAY/b too much raccoon hormones./i
Kurt turned to Blaine. What were you two talking about? he chuckled. I thought Sue didn t really like you.
Blaine blushed. She doesn t... And she wanted to warn me to use protection so you won t contract one of my infective and deadly midget diseases, he said sarcastically.
They both stopped and started to laugh. Then Kurt said, Oh, Sue. I ll ask her to tone it down a little for you. Hahaha, but you ve got to admit that was sweet of her.
Blaine nodded. Don t worry about it. It s sweet that you have someone that looks out for you. As long as she keeps you safe, I d be happy to take the brunt of her insults.
He smiled. So how are you really doing? You look a little disappointed.
Ehh remember how awesome Wednesday night was and what we should have been doing? Well let s just say the next test I should ACTUALLY study for.
Awww. But that s no fun. You can t spell sex with study.
I think well manage somehow. Kurt smiled and gave Blaine a nuzzle before heading off to physics. Blaine stood there and watched as Kurt s cute, little butt swayed back-and-forth in those tight jeans. He couldn t take it. He had to do it. He put his fingers in his mouth and the clich whistle noise that says, Dam. Look at the booty on that hotty rang throughout the halls. A few people laughed as Kurt turned around and gave a pageant-like bow before blowing Blaine a kiss.
Blaine smiled then skippered off to Math. He sat through a boring lecture of trig functions that no one ever uses and he will never remember. Why bother remembering Math when he could think about Kurt? He sat there and fantasized about how their night would play out. How he would sweep the pale beauty off his feet and set him down gently in his bed and caress his skin before squeezing those adorable cheeks together and then letting loose. Good lord. When the bell finally rang, Blaine rushed to his car and waited for Kurt.
When Kurt finally showed up, Blaine met him with a kiss. They mingled with Quinn, Santana, and Artie for a little before heading back to Kurt s house. That would be the last time Blaine drove Kurt for quite some time.
When they reached Kurt s house, they entered to a scene of panic. Panic in that Carole and Burt were rushing around the kitchen: flipping-this, mixing-that, tossing-something, baking-something else. It was an organized, yet delicious mess of food. The kitchen, however, did give off a taste of what their dinner would be with its fragrance emanating around the house. The aroma was quite it was amazing. Kurt and Blaine stopped and admired the scintillating smells before finally entering the kitchen.
I wasn t expecting you both to be home so soon, let alone cooking what looks to be a twelve course meal, said Kurt.
Oh, Honey. Just wait for the good news we have to tell you guys at dinner. This course will be worth twenty-four meals! Finn asked if Rachel could come to dinner and I said yes, so I hope you all won t mind, said Carole, quickly. She had the biggest of smiles across her face and she couldn t let it go. She was as jubilant as one could be. Even Burt, who sometimes lacks to show his excitement, was quite happy. Something good must have happened.
Of course that s fine and we are super excited to hear! Blaine said.
Would you all need any help for this delicious meal you have planned?
Nope! No! Don t worry about it! Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes so you two just go chat and hang out and I ll call you when dinner is officially served.
With that, Kurt and Blaine bowed and went to Kurt s room to chat. Pretty soon the door bell rang and in walked Finn with one Ms. Rachel Berry, dressed in a navy-blue, white-polka dot dress and wearing the biggest smile on her face and a pie in her hand.
Thanks for inviting me to dinner, Mrs. Hummel. My dads taught me that I shouldn t come to a party empty handed so I brought my dad s famous Apple pie. She handed the pie over to Carole who thanked her for the delicious dessert and went to go set it on the counter with all the other dishes.
The four teens talked for a while about school, Glee club, and the upcoming sectionals before Carole finally called them all in for dinner.
The table looked magnificent. Lined with delicate linen, golden plates and fancy silverware. In the middle were two large candles that gave the room a warm glow and made the whole piece sparkle. Along the counter were all the home good favorites: Roasted Turkey, Homemade Mashed Potatoes, Green Bean Casserole, Mixed Salad, Fresh Cornbread, Mixed Mac and Cheese. For dessert were Rachel s Apple pie and a homemade, two layer, double-chocolate and fudge lava cake. Kurt s eyes never left sight of the chocolaty volcano after the moment he spotted it. Carole went all out and it looked magnificent.
As the family ate, the whole meal was fantastic. It was more than fantastic. It was fucking delicious. It was to the point of perfection. The only thing wrong was that everyone s stomachs couldn t eat as much as their minds wanted them to. The feast was a success and everyone was stuffed to the point of puking well except Finn but he kept eating until he actually puked yet through the entire feast, Carole and Burt failed to mention why both were so excited.
This was literally one of the best meals I have ever eaten, said Kurt. I don t think I ll have to eat for another week but I m curious as to what prompted the dinner. You all have been looking quite happy over there. What is it? he said, pointing to his parents; about ready to jump out of his pants.
Carole nodded. Want me to tell them or would you?
You can do it; you re the one that came up with the great idea, said Burt as he smiled at her approvingly.
Well your father and I have decided that, though we both spend time with the both of you, we d both like to spend more time with our non-immediate sons. In other words Burt with Finn and me with you, Kurt. We ve decided that Burt and Finn will stay here for the weekend while I take you somewhere this weekend quite special, Kurt.
It seemed a little odd for them to throw a big feast over just this idea, but nonetheless, Kurt wasn t going to argue. He was excited, until he saw the sad, little puppy-dog eyes of Blaine.
Blaine really wanted to spend the weekend with Kurt. He wanted to sleep with him. He wanted to be the little spoon and count the number of breaths it took for Kurt to fall asleep while he lay wrapped up in his arms. He wanted to kiss him a million times before the weekend was over. He wanted to be with Kurt all weekend and was sad to the idea of not being with him that weekend.
Kurt understood the message. He hesitatingly asked, That sounds great, Carole! Wh- when are we leaving?
Carole smiled. I figured since you and Blaine already had plans for tonight that I d let you spend the night with him then we would leave in the late morning. Is that okay?
It was more than okay. Immediately Blaine shot straight up, like a dog waiting for and eyeing their treat. His treat would be he would get Kurt all to himself tonight. Him and Kurt. Alone. Perfect.
That s wonderful. Yes, thank you, said Kurt. He gave a nod towards Blaine. He could see Blaine mouth the words, iThank you!/i He nodded again.
So after cleaning up from dinner, the family gathered in the living room and began retelling old stories from their childhood. Burt told the story of how he used to be the leader of his own bike gang and how one day, a kid in his gang tried to rebel against him, but they squashed him. It was the rebellion of the century with the way he described it. Carole told everyone the story of her and Burt s first awkward date at Breadsticks. How neither remembered how to go on a first date and what it was like. Everyone was happy and laughing. Rachel recalled the story of how she and Kurt had met in the second grade.
I ll never forget it. It was picture day and the dress that my dads had picked out for me was, let s just say, anything less than appealing. I didn t really like it, but everyone was telling me how beautiful and pretty I looked. Mrs. Waters said like I looked like a professional, young lady, which of course, made me extremely happy. But when I saw Kurt, he just took one up-and-down look at my dress and did that kind of awkward smirk he does .
Kurt imitated his smirk. His eyes grow wide, and turn to the right as his lips draw back in his face. In summary, it s that, ioh honey, I don t know what the hell you were thinking, wearing that/i! kind of look. Everyone in the room laughed as Rachel finished:
and immediately I knew I wasn t looking too hot. But ever since then, I had always admired him.
Wait. Get out of town. I still can t get over the fact that you ve known this amazing person for almost ten years now! said Blaine, quite shocked.
Well sort of. Second grade was the first year I met or heard of Kurt but it wasn t until later that year, when Kurt wasn t having the best day, that we both became friends, and then close friends, and then .best friends. Rachel went over to hug Kurt who had a wide grin on his face.
Wait. What do you mean not having the best day ? asked Finn, curiously.
Suddenly, Kurt s grin disappeared and his expression became quite serious.
Uhhh well. We don t really talk about that year
Blaine was kind of weirded out by that statement. Wait. What do you mean? Why?
Burt interjected before Kurt could say anything. Wait, you don t know about Nerdy Kurty yet? I thought you two tell each other everything?
DAD! DO WE REALLY HAVE TO
Oh, Kurt. Go ahead. Sooner or later the story would be told so why don t you just tell him.
Wait, what? Nerdy Kurty? What? asked Blaine? Have I heard that before?
No. You haven t because I was planning on never telling that story again, but I guess I will NOW, said Kurt, shooting a Burt a most evil death glare.
Okay. Well we were in the second grade at McKinley Elementary school. It was the day before Valentine s Day. I was in Mrs. Waters class, along with Rachel, Brittany, Karofsky, and a few others. It was the end of the day and we were doing some reading activity. I, as you know very well, don t have the greatest near sight vision. Everything gets blurry. So the only time I really needed to use my glasses was because I couldn t read. But every time I put on my glasses, people would make fun of me because they would make my eyes look like enlarged, disgusting bugs. Well, when we were popcorn reading some story, the whole time I was praying that nobody called on me. We got to the very end of the story with just a little paragraph left and little, innocent Brittany chooses me. I was scared to death. At first, I tried to read what I could but that was virtually nothing. All I could see were blurry, black-wavy lines that just looked like a bunch of gibberish. So I asked if someone else could read for me because I pretended I had left my glasses at home. Well Mrs. Waters almost believed me, but she got a call from the front office while we were at lunch and it was to come pick-up my glasses that my dad had dropped off that morning because he knew I couldn t read without them .
Burt interrupted for a moment with a sniffle. Sometimes I wish I hadn t because
Dad! Let me tell the story!
Yes, fine. You re right. Sorry continue.
Uh-oh, thought Blaine. This can t be good. .well Mrs. Waters got up and handed me the glasses. I put them on and immediately everyone began laughing at me. I could take it. It wasn t like this was the first time or anything. I soldiered through the paragraph while people pointed at me and called me names. The one that stuck the most was Nerdy Kurty when I went home that day, I yelled at my dad. I hated him. I thought it was his fault that everyone ridiculed me. I never wanted to go back to school but obviously, I had to. Thankfully it was Valentine s Day tomorrow, so I hoped that people would have forgotten about my glasses and would just be clich and spread the love.
Oh, well that doesn t sound too bad Blaine said, trying to sound a little enthusiastic.
Oh no. There s more, said Kurt. So I thought, like you, that the torment would be over. But it wasn t. I came in the next day for Valentine s Day. No one pointed at me or picked on me, which was good. I figured that everything would be fine and we would all just move on. The day before, we had gotten empty shoeboxes and decorated the boxes for everyone to put their little Valentine Cards in and their little candies. Well, when Mrs. Waters told us it was time to go do Valentine s, I didn t really pick-up on what was happening. I just simply went down the line to deposit each Valentine into each box. I had to run to the restroom, like any little second grader with a developing bladder would have to. When I returned, something felt a little off. Everyone was seated, quite. For second graders to be silent on a day of games and candy that should have been my indication there. But nonetheless, I was ignorant of what people were being so quite about .they some of them I remember smirking at me. I got a little nervous an
Kurt got chocked up. He stuttered a little as his eyes filled with water, on the verge of tears.
a and ..And so I opened my box and low and behold when I opened my box, there was nothing in it. There was no candy. No valentines. No love. There was just a poorly hand-written note that said iNerdy Kurty/i.
Kurt had to pause for a minute to contain himself. This was bringing back emotions he didn t want to feel.
I ran out of the classroom, crying. I ran down the hallway and naturally went to the only place I felt most comfortable: the girl s bathroom. I cried for a little, before someone came in. I was expecting it to be a girl from a bigger grade, asking me why on earth I was in there, which would just add to the greatness of my day. Instead, it was Rachel. She had a nervous little smile on her face, and a sugar cookie in her other hand. She asked if everything was okay as she handed me the cookie and told me her famous phrase that I love her for to this very day: iI m going to hug you now/i .
At this point, both Rachel and Carole had one hand on their hearts, and the other was reaching for a tissue to clean-up their tears. Finn just stared at the floor, with his awkward, intense glare that he always does. Burt had to leave the room for a moment. Blaine, surprisingly, wasn t crying. He actually started to become a little nervous. Fidgety. His face turned read half-way through the story as he started to twiddle his thumbs. Blaine was thinking about something. Kurt finished his story:
When I asked who had written the note, Rachel was the one who pointed the kid out to me. As I walked back into class with her, everyone doing arts and crafts, he looked up and straight at me. He was rather short, he had somewhat bushy eyebrows, and he had the most evil grin on his face as he waved to me, acknowledging that he had written the note and was happy of my sorrow Kurt had one, perfect tear drop roll down the side of his cheek. Blaine suddenly felt a pain in his head.
Someone in that class was mean enough to dump my Valentines and write that. It It was the first time I encountered being bullied. Though I m sure it wasn t for being gay after all, I m pretty sure that kid turned out to be gay what with his sweater vests and cakey pants and all anyway, it was still the most hurtful moment in my life, bu but it was where me and Rachel had officially became friends.
He ended the story with a smile as he and Rachel hugged and Kurt wiped his shirt free of salty tears.
The mood, though, dampened, was not ruined. Immediately, Carole suggested why not they (Kurt and Blaine) go to Blaine s house to call it a night and Finn can say goodbye to Rachel. But Blaine stood their quite confused with what he just heard. His head throbbed as he thought to himself during the story.
iThis sound so familiar. This sounds so familiar. Why though? Why?/i
But why can Kurt and Blaine stay wherever, whenever but Rachel can t even sta began Finn until Burt interrupted.
One word: Vagina.
Finn shut-up while Carole and Rachel couldn t contain themselves from laughing. Kurt ran upstairs to get his bag of belongings before he wished everyone a good night, gave Carole and Burt a kiss on the cheek goodnight, and headed out the door with Blaine.
Thanks again, for dinner Mr. and Mrs. Hummel.
It s Carole and Burt, Blaine. Have a good night; take care of Kurt. Have him ready for me in the morning, will you? said Carole, waving goodbye. Blaine nodded and shut the door tightly behind him.
Blaine stood their awkwardly for a moment, thinking about Kurt s story.
Kurt backed his car out of the garage before honking at Blaine and yelling out the window, pretending to be an old man, hey you! Move your car out of my driveway, ehhh! Blaine laughed before gladly backing his car out of the way and driving to his house, with his love just a few feet behind him.
When they arrived, Blaine led the way into the house. But he didn t immediately rip off his or Kurt s clothes. He was standing quite perplexed in the middle of his den with Kurt sitting on the couch, asking Is everything okay? Ever since I told that story you ve been acting a little weird.
I mean it was kind of hard to hear that someone would do something so mean to you like that, said Blaine.
Did I dampen the mood? Are you not really feeling the sex thing tonight? More of a cuddle night? I ll understand. But don t worry about me, I m fine. I m still here. And I have you.
Blaine didn t respond immediately which gave Kurt the indication that he was in the middle of something; he was thinking about something.
What is it, Blaine? What are you thinking about?
Blaine stood for another moment until he finally said something, What year were you in second grade?
That was an odd question to ask. What did that have to do with anything?
Uhh well I m pretty sure it was 2001, or somewhere around there right?
Suddenly Blaine connected the dots. He didn t want to hear 2001. That was the last thing he wanted to hear. Oh lord, Blaine, as if he didn t feel terrible from the story, now he felt like the smallest person on the planet. He had to tell Kurt. He just had to do it. He had to do it sooner rather than later. Better now than never.
K-K Kurt. I, uhm. I have something to tell you. Would you mind sitting down?
Kurt was worried what was going on with Blaine all of a sudden so he sat down on the couch.
No, no. This wasn t right. This wasn t the right setting. Blaine needed to feel more secure. He took Kurt up to his room and sat him on the bed as he knelt down onto the bed himself. He let out a heavy sigh and finally asked,
Was .Was that boy s name Wi wi..W
Blaine stammered. He was starting to have difficulty speaking, but he finally asked, Was the boy s name, William?
Kurt s eyes went wide. How the fuck did he know that? Did the kid move to Blaine s school? Did Blaine get bullied by the same kid too? How in the
Blaine s eyes filled with tears as he waited for Kurt s response.
Hesitatingly, Kurt said, Y-Y Yes? How ? Did you know that?
In a hushed tone, with as much energy and courage as he could Blaine let out three simple words before momentarily going into fit of crying and weeping. Tears streaming down his face, Blaine said, iThat was me/i.