Disclaimer - I do not own anything affiliated with Glee, nor Kurt or Blaine. All of this is a fictional piece written by me- but all writes are reserved to Ryan Murphy and the writers of Glee. None of the characters from Glee are mine, but there will be a few characters that I have created.
Blaine was glad he stayed at Dalton, holidays, weekends, hell, he would remain there during the summer had he been allowed. Naturally he would sneak out, but he never went home, he would go somewhere else. Far away from his mother and father who barely acknowledged him, who wouldn't talk to him. Because he was gay.
Being gay was something he was born with, he had it all his life, and he knew it. He experimented with women, but he loved men, he was attracted to men and he could never forget that he was. He tried to fit in, and until people knew he was gay, it worked, and then the teasing began. Ever punch, every name called, he tried to ignored it, tried to have courage, but it never worked. Then he would run away, always run away. He shouldn't have been such a coward, how could he tell Kurt to have courage, when he didn't have it himself. Nothing would work the way he planned. Nothing.
Kurt Hummel was his best friend, another gay boy that was stronger than he thought. He wore what he wanted, and he didn't hide himself, he loved who he was... and Blaine wanted that. He wanted it more than he himself, knew.
Blaine dragged himself to yet another Warbler Practice, he felt worse than usual that day, and it wasn't a good feeling, alone, utterly alone. He had ideas, yet no one listened, no one cared. They used him for his voice.
Blaine walked into the room, his feet trudging along the lonely steps. Nick smiled at him, "Hey Blaine!" he said, but Blaine didn't smile back and just sat down. Why was he acting this way? Why did he feel this way?
An argument arose from what Blaine said about their clothes, wouldn't he know better? He's been there, he was gay after all, "I am merely suggesting that instead of wearing blue ties with red typing, we use red ties with blue!" The argument got even louder, older Warblers spitting out what they thought to the unsuspecting Sophomores and Freshmen. It was chaotic until the doors open, and Kurt stood there, out of uniform. His eyes were red and puffy, like he had been crying, his face distraught, "Kurt, what's wrong?" The words came out of his mouth before he realized he had thought of them.
"It's Pavarotti." The voice merely a whisper, the sound choked with tears that weren't finished. All of the Warblers went silent, waiting in earnest for Kurt's next words. "Parvarotti's dead, I suspect a stroke." His voice was uneven, and distraught, it made Blaine's heart ache to think of the boy in such pain. "My God, I'm so sorry." Another spew of words Blaine said without thinking, he was shocked. The bird had lasted through so much.
"I know it's really stupid to be upset over a bird, but he inspired me, with his optimism and his love of song." He looked as if he were about to begin crying all over again- "He was my friend." His head hung, before he began to speak once more, "Now I know that today we need to practice dancing behind Blaine while he sings every solo in the medley of picked songs, but..." He took a deep breath, "I'd like to sing a song about Parvarotti today."
Blaine was starstruck, did Kurt really think that little of him, as to say something like that. Others tried out for solos, but he got all of them, maybe he should work to let the others sing more. He was almost hurt. Kurt's hand came out with a tape that he handed to Josh, who put it into the player immediately, no one dared refuse. Blaine sat down, still shocked.
Everyone looked down as Kurt began to sing, but Blaine looked up. Kurt had a beautiful voice, he truly did. And this song- Blackbird, by the Beatles, it showed his talents like Blaine never heard before.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
No one spoke, no one moved, there heads were down and all thinking about the bird. With the exception of Blaine, who couldn't move his eyes from the boy, singing his heart out. The song went straight to his heart, and his eyes filled with tears, the poor bird meant a lot to the boy.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free
With the others, Blaine began to sing along, not the words, only the beat, leaving Kurt the solo, the spotlight.
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night
Singing along with the rest of the group, Blaine still continued to look at Kurt.
Somewhere in the notes between the verses, Blaine looked at Kurt differently, his eyes widened and he knew. The way Kurt's lips moved, the way he was breathtakingly beautiful, Blaine loved him.
Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blaine began to smile, he knew, in those months that he knew Kurt, that he was in complete love with him. Something about him made Blaine happy, and that was something he didn't receive very often... a chance to be happy.
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Kurt was in the choir room with various arts and crafts as he put jewels on some sort of box, Blaine moved in slowly, orchestrated steps as he went over in his head everything he was going to say, everything he was going to do.
"What's that?" He smiled at Kurt, a small laugh forming at the edge of his lips.
"I'm decorating Parvoratti's casket." Kurt's voice was breathy and sad, which obliterated Blaine's smiles, and his speech.
"Well, finish up." Blaine tried to keep it light hearted, his smile coming back, "I have the perfect song for our number and I think we should practice."
Kurt instantly perked up, "Do tell." Blaine was momentarily stopped by his perfect... everything, but it only lasted a moment as he began to speak, "Candles, by Hey Monday." he smiled again.
"I'm impressed." Kurt said happily, "You're usually so top forty." he stated with a grin.
"Well, I just wanted something a little more emotional." Blaine stated as he moved to sit down on a chair next to Kurt.
Kurt's smile faded and he looked back down to the box he had been decorating, he took a small breath in, his lips opening to speak, "Why did you pick me to sing that song with?" He leaned back, his eyes meeting Blaine's in a curious gaze, Blaine was at a lost for words looking into his eyes.
He opened his mouth, but closed it, forgetting what he had been thinking, "Kurt... there is a moment, when you say to your self, oh, there you are! I've been looking for you forever." as the words came out, he couldn't stop them if he tried, but he wasn't going to. Blaine shifted a little, but not uncomfortably, he moved to take Kurt's hand, his eyes closed as he didn't want to see Kurt's facial expression. "Watching you... do Blackbird this week." He finally found the courage to lift his hazel eyes to meet Kurt's light blue ones. "That was the moment for me, about you." He shook his head a little, seeing Kurt's expression, so full of life, hope, "You move me, Kurt." The words continued to flow. "And this duet would just be an excuse to spend more time with you."
Before he realized what he was doing, before he stopped to think about Kurt's reaction, he got up, and moved closer to Kurt, wasting no time in cupping the boy's cheek, and touching his lips to Kurt's. Kurt's lips were warm as Blaine kissed them, he could feel Kurt breath in deeply before noticing with delight that Kurt kissed him back, Kurt's hand on Blaine's cheek. The kiss grew, but not to a large point, and it was soon- too soon, when they broke apart. Blaine sat back down, his eyes moving away from Kurt.
He never felt that way before, about anyone, and here this boy came and just took his heart, it was a lot at once, but it wasn't a bad thing. Not to Blaine at least. He smiled a little and looked at Kurt, "We should practice."
Kurt gave him a grin, one the melted Blaine's heart, "I thought we were."
It was natural, and Blaine and Kurt's lips met once more.
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It had been a few months since the initial kiss, and Kurt and Blaine were closer than ever, Blaine told most everything to Kurt, but Kurt had no secrets, anything happened, and it was Blaine he confessed to. It was natural for Warblers to go to a local coffee shop, the Lima Bean, and as it was soon after regional's, they were all there, including New Directions, "Mercedes!" Kurt, who was sitting next to Blaine on the loveseat, jumped up and went to hug her, he could hear Blaine's amused chuckle from behind him and his cheeks warmed noticeably.
"You're in love." Said the girl from their rival team, also his best friend, other than Blaine of course. Kurt grinned as his face became more red than it already was. He released her and skipped back to his boyfriend.
When Blaine kissed him, all the worries in the world just faded to nothing, it was as if nothing could affect him while Blaine was there. Courage, he was safe with his boyfriend. He knew it. Even if Blaine was vertically challenged.
Kurt beamed, his cheeks not yet going back to their pale features, his cheeks seemed to remain a light pink feel about them, he knew he was blushing, and it was just a part of life.
Mercedes sat down with them, "Hey Blaine." she said cheerfully, and Blaine just smiled back at her, showing his teeth- his perfect teeth according to Kurt.
Without even thinking about it, Blaine and Kurt's hands were together, comfortable, "How is New Directions?" Kurt asked Mercedes, waiting for all the details he had been waiting patiently for.
"Well Rachel is being... Rachel, she has completely taken over and is trying to get us to wear lime green and purple suits."
Kurt's face went from slightly humored, to appalled, "You guys are hopeless! Never listen to what Rachel Berry has to say about fashion, her fashion sense is the worst I have seen in a long time." He spoke earnestly to his best friend, yet even in his heated rant, his eyes traveled to meet Blaine's, which were light hearted and happy. He was just so happy all the time.
Kurt took a sip of his coffee, and grinned at the girl, "So, who are you dating?"
Mercedes looked surprised at him, "I-I don't know what you are talking about, Kurt!" she said and Kurt turned to Blaine as his boyfriend began to laugh.
"What?" Mercedes immediately put diva-mode on as she turned to glare at the couple, "You two are ridiculous."
"You have to tell me." Kurt said suddenly, leaning in, "Is he cute?"
Anyone who didn't know Kurt was gay- even though apparently it wasn't hard to figure out, according to New Directions... and the Warblers- would have known as soon as he said that.
Blaine snickered, "Hopefully I don't have any competition!" he teased and wrapped his arm around Kurt, pulling him close. "Not a chance," he said, he looked at Mercedes and pointed at Blaine, "He outshines Fin in voice." he said fondly. "Even if he has a strange obsession with Katy Perry." he teased.
Blaine shrugged, "Who isn't obsessed with her! She is amazing!" Kurt snorted, and as soon as it happened he put his hands over his mouth, that was so, NOT sexy! he thought as soon as it happened. But Blaine laughed even louder and removed his hands, whispering, "You're adorable." in Kurt's ear, causing Kurt's face to flood with color.
"Besides, I deal with your obnoxious obsession with Gaga." he teased back.
Kurt glared, "Lady Gaga is amazing, Blaine, take that back!"
Mercedes was just looking at the gay couple as they bickered, she found it hilarious that they could be so in love, and they have only known each other for a few months. She didn't know if they had said 'I love you' yet. Probably not, Blaine wasn't pushy, and Kurt wanted Blaine to make the first move.
Mercedes, got up and moved to give Kurt a hug, "We miss you so much." she told him and laughed, "My mom is expecting me home soon though, so I will leave you to your... love." she teased and waved, "By you guys!" she chirped and began to walk away from their table, "We will finish our conversation later, Mer!" he yelled as she left, his voice going high as he was excited.
"Come on, we should get back to Dalton, we have a Warbler's practice anyway." said Blaine cheerfully, standing up and holding his hand for his boyfriend.
Kurt beamed and grasped his hand, getting up and following Blaine out of the coffee shop. As soon as they got to Kurt's car, they noticed him.
Karofsky was leaning against his own car, watching as his friend dumped a nerd into a trashcan, but he soon turned and saw the boys, getting a maniacal look in his eyes, he stood up and walked towards them, "Hey fags!" he shouted at them, Kurt looked up at Blaine, who had a calm, [but furious at the same time] look about him. Kurt reached into his bag and scrambled for his keys.
Karofsky came up to them, "Why in such a hurry faggots?" sneered the larger boy as he pushed Kurt into the car. He could hear the friends that were dumping nerds into the trashcan as they laughed, it was cold, and rude. Kurt felt his back hit the cold car and looked over at Blaine, who's fist balled up in a convenient position to punch the boy with.
"Blaine, just ignore it." muttered Kurt as he turned out of Karofsky's grip. But the bigger boy wasn't taking that, and slammed Kurt back into the car. Blaine's eyes were furious, "You better take your hands off of him." he growled, looking more menacing than he ever had before.
"I don't think I want to do that."
"Just because you are confused about your sexuality-" Blaine's voice was cut off by a hard punch to his stomach, "doesn't mean you can have Kurt." he finished as his knees buckled and he hit the ground. His arm catching himself.
Kurt pushed Karofsky back and knelt by his boyfriend, "Blaine, are you okay?" if it was possible, his voice went higher as his worry for Blaine escalated. Kurt didn't really feel hurt, he was too high on adrenaline and fear to be in any real pain.
Blaine stumbled to his feet, Kurt holding onto him.
Karofsky then shoved Kurt onto the ground, kicking his side.
Kurt made a small noise, trying to be strong, but Karofsky was huge, and he had a good kick in him. Holding onto his side he curled up into a ball on the ground, tensed, waiting for the next round of pain.
That was enough for Blaine- the rather short, and small boy summed up every ounce of strength he possessed and punched Karofsky in the face, albeit it didn't make the boy stop, and just more pissed off, it made Blaine feel good.
Just as Karofsky was about to knock Blaine out, Wes and Nick from the Warblers come around, both noticeable bigger, and more trained than either Blaine or Kurt. "What's going on here?"
It was Wes who spoke first, and Karofsky turned, "Just teaching some fags a lesson." he grumbled and Blaine, even though his knuckles hurt, helped Kurt to his feet, standing protectively in front of the boy.
"Well those two, they are in out group, and it would be to your best advantage to get the Hell out of here, before we have to kick your ass." It was Nick who spoke now, and Nick was almost as big as Karofsky. Seeing the threat, Karofsky shrugged and walked away without a word.
"Thanks." Blaine said to the two and they just shrugged, "Warblers stick up for other Warblers." he shrugged and then looked at Kurt.
Kurt was in pretty bad shape, he was holding his stomach like he was about to throw up, and his hair and clothes were in completely disarray. Blaine nodded at them, "I can get him to Dalton, we won't be at the practice today." he said. Wes and Nick nodded, understanding, and with a reassuring smile, and patting Blaine's back lightly, they walked off. Kurt was helped to the passenger side, and Blaine helped him into the car. As soon as he was seated, he wrapped his arms around Blaine and kissed the boy's cheek.
Blaine kissed Kurt on the nose, and went to the drivers side.
Kurt sat waiting for Blaine to begin driving.
"Blaine?" his voice was small, but it wasn't from pain.
"Yes, Kurt?" Blaine gave him a small smile while looking at the road.
It was time for the truth. "I love you."
Blaine smiled at Kurt, and pulled off to a parking lot before saying anything. He put the car in park, and cupped his boyfriend's cheeks, "I love you too." he whispered before letting their lips come in contact with each other.
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"Are you done yet?" Blaine's voice rang from the other side of the dressing room, Kurt was trying on clothing after clothing, matching and perfecting. Blaine was tired, shopping for more than a few minutes was tiring and tedious, he hated it. The only reason he was there to begin with was because his boyfriend was there, and Blaine enjoyed being with his boyfriend. Regardless of how much Kurt may wear him out.
"How do you call yourself gay?" replied Kurt's outraged voice, "This is fun for gay guys!" he insisted. Blaine muttered something under his breath sounding a lot like child abuse, and sat down on a stool, shopping, for three hours, it was just too much for him.
Blaine leaned back, he loved his boyfriend, and he loved going out with Kurt, even if it was shopping, but that limit was exceeded after forty-five minutes of the dreadful stuff, three hours in he was hurting everywhere.
"Blaine!" called Kurt happily, his voice has risen an octave, "I'm done! Now we can go, I have a surprise for you!" he sang, running out of the room and taking Blaine's hand. "No more surprises!" Blaine groaned. Sex would be nice, is that the surprise? That would be nice. His subconscious liked to think about that, Blaine mentally slapped himself and followed his eccentric boyfriend through the people and clothes that had passed before. They walked, and Blaine looked at his phone, it was a quarter after six, everyone who was at work was off by then, so Blaine wondered what Kurt's surprise was. Maybe a night out at Breadstix, or a heated make-out session in the back of the van.
Blaine has had sex before, but only a few times, and not to someone he truly cared about, like Kurt. However, he was pretty sure his boyfriend had never had sex, and the thought made him smile, to know that Kurt was never with another boy that way. He was completely Blaine's.
Kurt put all of the stuff on the counter and Blaine pulled out his wallet.
"No! You can't pay for any of this!" Kurt replied looking at his boyfriend, his giant blue eyes piercing into Blaine's heart, "Some of it's mine." he responded with a smile, there was no one else he would rather spend money on. He handed a credit card to the clerk, "A cardigan!" replied Kurt looking at Blaine with a pout.
"What is the surprise?" teased Blaine taking the bags and handing a few to Kurt. Kurt grinned, his sparkling eyes glistening with excitement. "You'll see." he teased and took Blaine's hand again, leading him towards the car, almost skipping in his journey. "It's cold outside!" Complained Blaine as they went to the car, Kurt grinned, he walked closer to Blaine, and Blaine's eyes trailed from Kurt's eyes to his lips with a grin. He set the clothes in the car and put his hands on Kurt's waist. "I really can't stay." sang Kurt with a small, but sexy, sneer in his voice.
"But Baby it's cold outside." He couldn't help it, he had to sing back, Kurt was too irresistible. It wasn't hard to figure out they were in love, and loved to sing, because at any random moment they would burst into song. Blaine kissed Kurt's cheek, but they soon had to break away as people passed. Blaine smiled a bit at Kurt, "I take it your driving?" He teased in a low voice. Kurt looked appalled, "I will never let your drive my baby!" he said, putting his hand in Blaine's pocket, searching for his keys.
Blaine chuckled as Kurt finally found the keys and got in the car. Blaine smiled and put the bags in his boyfriend's car, before going around and sitting in the passenger side.
Kurt turned on the radio and began to sing to the Lady Gaga song that was playing loudly.
Blaine groaned, "Gaga, again?"
Kurt nearly slammed the breaks at the yellow-light, causing them both to lurch forward a bit, "What did you say about Lady Gaga?" Kurt screeched, "She is just odd, I don't like her."
Kurt just stared at him blankly, "You like football, and you hate Lady Gaga. Are you positive you're gay!" he snapped at his boyfriend. Blaine looked at the light, it wasn't going to change from red anytime in the near future, so he moved over and kissed Kurt on the lips, it was a nice, lingering kiss, "Yes, I'm positive I'm gay." he assured his boyfriend. Someone next to them honked, and Blaine smiled a bit and leaned back into his own seat.
He loved Kurt with everything he had, Kurt meant the world to him, and he was still excited about the surprise... merely because Kurt was. "You are a horrible gay guy." said Kurt with a grumpy expression.
"Did I mention I find The Sound of Music atrocious and boring?" teased Blaine, not being serious at all, The Sound of Music was amazing.
"What?" Kurt looked over at him as the light turned green, he soon had to focus on the road, "you are the most misinformed gay man I have ever met. How do I love you?"
Blaine shrugged and took Kurt's hand, "The same way I chose to follow you around the mall for hours." he teased. "Besides, I was kidding. Anyone who finds the Sound Of Music bad, needs to have some serious counseling."
Kurt pulled into his driveway, and Blaine's heart almost stopped. "What are we doing here?" Both Kurt's dad's car, and his step-mom's car were in the driveway, "Please don't-"
"You're meeting my parents."
Blaine's eyes widened, the idea of meeting his boyfriend's parents terrified him, "What if they don't like me?" he asked and began to just spit out words, "What if I say the wrong thing? What if I'm too short? What if they think you're too good for-" he rambled on almost incoherently.
Kurt's laughed stopped Blaine dead in his tracks, "You are definitely gay, Blaine Anderson." teased Kurt, kissing him on the lips.
Blaine gave him an odd look, but Kurt just smiled, taking his hand and leading him up the stairs. Kurt's small hand in Blaine's made him feel a little better, it calmed his heart, but only by a little bit.
"I am hiding all of your moisturizer and hair supplies for this." Said Blaine viciously.
Kurt shrugged, "I have backup." he informed.
Blaine looked at his boyfriend with a fearful expression, "Please don't make me." he whispered his eyes widening and Kurt grinned, mouthing, "I love you."
Blaine looked at the door as if it were about to eat him, he didn't feel so good all of a sudden.
"Kurt do I have to?" he whispered again as Kurt grasped his hand, leading him up the steps, Stairway to Heaven, or stairway to Hell.
You make me, feel like I'm living a, teenage dream.
Katy Perry's voice ran through his head as he walked up to Kurt's home.
The way you turn me on.
Kurt opened his door, "Dad? Finn? Carol?" he called out through the halls. Blaine dreaded how he must have looked, he must have looked like Hell, waiting for Kurt's family to meet him.
Did this mean Kurt wanted to meet Blaine's family? No, that wouldn't be good, not good at all. Not good.
Blaine tapped his hand on his leg to the tune of Teenage Dream. Kurt noticed and took Blaine's hand in his own.
Apparently Kurt only came out to his dad the year before, Blaine had told his parents he was gay at 14 years old, it wasn't pleasant.
Kurt's father, Burt, came pounding down the stairs, "What do you want Kurt?" he grumbled, his voice low and serious.
Burt Hummel wasn't very tall, but he was bald, and frightening. His eyes soon moved to his son, and then to Blaine, standing with his hand in Kurt's. Deciding that holding Kurt's hand wouldn't be a very wise thing to do, he took his hand away, and put it behind his back. "What do you want sweetie?" called Carol as she came down the stairs soon after her petrified husband. Carol seemed much nicer, she had short hair and kind eyes, Kurt smiled at the two. "Finn!" he called.
"Whadoyawant." Came Finn's slurred and tired voice, he must have been sleeping. "Get your lazy butt down here!" Kurt was beaming, which made Blaine feel only a little better. Finn walked down, his hair looking like rats had made it their home. Burt was obviously confused, and Blaine smiled awkwardly. He truly cared about Kurt, and didn't want anything to get in the way between them. This was just what had to happen.
"Dad, Carol, this is Blaine. Finn, you should know him from regionals." he said offhandedly and smiled.
Carol smiled brightly, "Hi Blaine, it's a pleasure to meet you." she said kindly, Burt remained silent, and Finn did something between a "'sup" and a yawn.
Kurt smiled widely, "He is also my boyfriend."
That seemed to wake Fin up, so much he spluttered and his eyes widened. "I knew you were gay dude, I just never thought you'd find a guy!" he said. Carol looked at him disapprovingly to Finn, "That was rude." she said, in an almost growl. Sometimes it seemed that Finn was almost oblivious to everything around him. Did he honestly think that Kurt wouldn't meet someone. In Blaine's eyes Kurt was perfection, he was beautiful, and kind, and selfless. Blaine truly loved him.
Burt remained silent, Blaine smiled awkwardly, "Hello, sir, ma'am." he nodded to each of them, trying to be as kind and polite as he could. "Nice to see you again, Fin." he added. Carol smiled, "Ignore the boys," she said as she hugged Blaine, "Welcome to the family."
"Just don't hurt my boy." said Burt gruffly, "Football is on." he muttered.
"I will never hurt, Kurt." said Blaine with a nod. "Who's playing?" he asked, his interest peaking before he realized it. He loved Football, probably the biggest difference between his boyfriend and him.
"The Buckeyes." replied Burt with a shrug. Blaine completely sparked up, "I love the Buckeyes!" he stated, "Who are they playing against?"
As Burt and Blaine went off to watch Football, and Finn went back to bed, Carol smiled at Kurt. "he seems nice." she stated with a calm look.
"He is, he is the perfect gentleman." said Kurt rather dreamily.
"You seem to adore him." she said and gave Kurt a hug.
"I do, I really do." said Kurt with a wide smile, hugging his step-mom back. "But he doesn't like Lady Gaga, how will I live?" his tone was at a light, and teasing mode, and Carol and him soon joined the boys watching football.
Kurt pulled out the Marion Cotillard Vogue edition and Blaine grinned, "My favorite Vogue, and my favorite football team is winning." he laughed, "I think I'll like this family."
Burt grunted, but he seemed to be warming up to him, and Carol laughed, "Wait until you eat Kurt's cooking." she said and laughed.
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Blaine and Kurt soon found themselves back at the Lima Bean, where Blaine's car was, "I'll see you tomorrow at school." said Kurt leaning down to kiss his boyfriend. Blaine smiled a bit, "I'll miss you." he teased and gave Kurt a hug, "I like your family." he said.
He hoped with everything he had that Kurt wouldn't want to meet his parents, who were never very accepting. His dad and him worked on a car once, his dad merely wanted to make him straight and it hurt. Blaine pulled Kurt closer by his shirt, "Don't wrinkle this shirt." groaned Kurt, "This is Marc Jacobs new collection." he whined as Blaine chuckled, "I love you." he teased and kissed Kurt quickly, "I better get home soon."
After Kurt and Blaine kissed a few more times, Blaine got into his car, and waving Goodbye to Kurt, he had to make his way home.
Blaine walked up the steps to his house, not his home, Dalton was his home, but the house was large, there was no doubt about that. The only way to describe the house was large, and elegant, two words that Blaine hated. Being rich sucked, he would rather be like Kurt, middle class, because his parents were against him being gay to the point that they have sent him to churches for weeks, to "set him right". he couldn't help who he was.
"Blaine!"
Blaine looked up to see his father as he walked down the stairs, a bottle in his hand. "faggot!" he continued, Blaine turned away from his father and began to walk up the stairs.
"Heyou." the voice was slurred, and reeked of alcohol, "come back here, faggot. I want to talk to you." Blaine continued to walk up.
Just ignore him, just ignore him.
But even though he was drunk, Blaine's father was large, and rude, and.. everything a gay kid needed his father to /not/ be.
Blaine felt himself being pulled back by his hair. "Let me go!" he shouted and tried to knock his father off of him, but it didn't help. He felt himself being pushed against the wall, and a punch landing on his cheek. "Get the Hell off of me!" he shouted, pushing against the older man, but it helped little.
"Not so brave now, are you faggot?" his father hissed, pushing his son, his own son down the stairs. Blaine struggled against the decline he was falling, and managed to land with only minor scrapes and bruises. Blaine ran up the other stairwell, and straight to his room, locking the door.
While the confrontation happened, Blaine had little time to assess over his pain, or his fear. But as soon as he sat down it all rushed to him. Tears fell down his cheeks and he couldn't breath. His body was pushing in on him, fighting against him.
Those were the times when he wished he wasn't gay, when he wished he was normal. But of course, it wasn't something that was optional. He didn't /chose/ to be gay, it just happened.
Blaine was laying at Kurt's side, watching Wicked with his boyfriend, they had made a bed out of, of course the mattress, but all of the pillows and blankets in the house, Kurt's parents were out, and Finn was at Rachel's... again. Blaine popped a piece of popcorn into his mouth and hummed along to the music as the play went on. It was Blaine's birthday, so Blaine spent the day with Kurt, far away from any proximity close to his family. Kurt shifted his position so his head was on Blaine's chest, that day was the first day that Blaine was allowed to play with Kurt's hair, so he took well advantage of that opportunity and his fingers were to his boyfriend's lovely hair in seconds. Kurt looked up into Blaine's eyes, the lovely eyes staring up at Blaine, made him want to melt, to sing, to do anything. Blaine smiled and leaned down, pressing his lips to Kurt's. There was no passion in this kiss, just simple, just love. There was chemistry, that spark that tip-toed from the point where their lips touched, to the tips of Blaine's hair. But not passion, it wasn't an overabundant kiss, it was nice, being with Kurt was nice. "I love you." Whispered Blaine, down to his boyfriend and Kurt smiled, "I love you too, babe." he whispered back, burying his face in Blaine's sweater.
The movie ended and Blaine turned the TV off, setting the barely touched popcorn on the wall, and shifted to wrap his arms around Kurt, kissing Kurt's head. Kurt smiled up at him, and Blaine chuckled.
"Happy Birthday to you." Sang Kurt almost sleepily, Blaine was eighteen years old, he could finally cash out his money, put it in a separate bank, get a job, and live in an apartment in Lima, close to Kurt. Until they graduated and Kurt and Blaine could get an apartment together, in New York like they both, always dreamed. Kurt looked up at Blaine with his large eyes once more, "December 3rd is my new favorite day." he teased and Blaine smiled, "I love you too, baby." he whispered and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend even tighter, it was true. He didn't love anyone else quite like he loved Kurt Hummel. Kurt's hand lightly traced across Blaine's arm, but stopped. Blaine closed his eyes and laid against the pillows. "Blaine? What happened?"
"Whadoyamean?" mumbled Blaine into the pillow.
"Sit up." The taller boy commanded almost instantly.
"Wha-" Blaine felt himself being helped up, he was tired though, he wanted to go to sleep in his boyfriend's arms. Kurt got his phone out and turned the flash on, pointing to a purple bruise peaking out on Blaine's arm, that apparently formed a lump. "Oh, that was just- I fell." Blaine shrugged it off.
"Take off your shirt." said Kurt in a very soft voice, Blaine sighed, but took off his sweater and let Kurt examine his chest. "Blaine?" Kurt asked softly.
"Hm?"
"Who hit you?"
Blaine shrugged and laid back down on his bed, "It's not a big deal, honey, let's just go to sleep." he muttered and tried to lay back down, but Kurt continued to sit up, turning his phone's light off. "Please, just lay down with me." said Blaine, taking Kurt's hand.
"I want to know who hurt you, this is a big deal." As Kurt got more stressed out, his voice got higher and Blaine sat back up. He looked at Kurt in the eyes, taking his boyfriend's soft face in his hands, "Please." Blaine kissed Kurt on the lips once, "Please, let's just lay down, and cuddle some." he whispered, kissing Kurt again, this time it was a more prolonged kiss, that Kurt regretfully returned. "I love you, Blaine." he muttered into the kiss, and Blaine smiled a bit, "I know, I love you too."
Blaine put his sweater back over his head and he and Kurt laid back down on the bed, the bed seeming very soft to them. Blaine kissed Kurt again, his hand gripping Kurt's in his own.
"Marry me, Kurt."
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"Before you reply, think about it. I have enough money, I can take care of you, we can go to New York together, and you will always be mine." Kurt's boyfriend pleaded his case, a case that didn't need to be pleaded. Would Kurt say yes? Of course, but not at that moment, not right then when he was so worried about his boyfriend.
Kurt snuggled closer to Blaine, "Can I have some time to think about this?" Kurt asked softly, "It isn't a no, it's a most-likely yes." replied Kurt quickly, seeing the look on his boyfriend's face. "But before I say yes, I want to talk about some things, and get everything figured out. Then I will marry you, but we need to talk about some things and get things completely figured out." said Kurt, lacing his fingers with Blaine's, and coming closer. "Because I do love you." he added with a smile.
He could feel Blaine's lips against his, and Kurt smiled, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's neck, pulling himself closer to Blaine.
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Kurt woke up the next morning, to the feel of stiff paper and the smell of Blaine, but when he turned, Blaine wasn't there. Kurt picked up the paper, squinting at it as his vision came to focus, "Had to take off early, Dad called me home. I love you- Blaine A."
Kurt yawned, and stretched his arms, "Love you too." he whispered to the note, putting the note in a drawer that he only had to stretch to reach to. Closing his eyes he wanted to go to sleep, but he couldn't, he was already awake.
Kurt got up out of bed, it was a Monday morning, around five, he had planned to just skip school, but that didn't happen, so he began to get ready. His persistent morning routine began with picking out the perfect outfit, taking a shower, putting on moisturizer, doing his hair and then getting dressed, eating, and leaving. He couldn't skip a single step, but he could rush through them. He worked fast so that he could leave, but Carol stopped him, "Blaine left a note, he said you would probably not eat much," she passed him a plate of three pancakes, "Eat up." she said with a motherly grin.
Kurt grimaced, "But I'm not hungry." he muttered, compliant however, in the end, as he stuck a fork into the pancake and ate it uncomplaining. He left fifteen minutes later, it was 6:15, he was going to pick Blaine up at his house and then they could both go to school. The fifteen minute drive seemed longer than usual as Kurt drove to his boyfriend's house. The only thing needed was simple yes, and Kurt and Blaine could be getting married, they could have their happily ever after, and it only took Kurt's word. That was a big step for him though, marriage wasn't something the Hummel's took lightly, marriage meant sex, and even though most of the Glee kids had sex before, Kurt hasn't, he was waiting for the perfect man. That perfect man was Blaine, would always be Blaine.
As he arrived on his boyfriend's drive, there was something different about the house, his parent's cars were gone, they were never gone before seven a.m. when they went to work. The Porsche and the Honda. His mother drove the Honda, choosing something beautiful, but also affordable and easy. His father was the one with the money after all.
Kurt remembered when he had begged Blaine to meet his parents, he wanted to know who Blaine was related to, and it turns out, it wasn't a pleasant life for Blaine, which was why Kurt found a ton of excuses for Blaine to come over, to see him, and to get him out of his house.
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"Dad? Mom?" Blaine had called, Kurt walking in behind him, awestruck at the glory of the house before him, it was large, and decorated beautifully with all sort of paintings, and ornate carvings. It was the most expensive thing Kurt set foot in, by far. "I knew you had money, but I didn't know you had this much." said Kurt, almost hiding behind Blaine. A man came down the stairs, large, and intimidating. The size of Kurt's dad at least, with a full head of hair, and a serious looking face. "What do you want you worthle-" he stopped as he found the taller boy, standing behind his son. "Who is this?" he shouted. "We turn our back on you for one minute and you go around, picking up men off the street?" he snapped.
"Father! Kurt is not off the streets, I've known him for a little under a year now, he is my boyfriend." he hissed.
Blaine's mother walked up, she had a serious face, blonde hair, and very short, she looked like she was smelling something sour as she walked in. "The stench of my gay son." he said. At first glance she reminded Kurt of what he imagined Narcissa Malfoy to look and act like.
"I would have thought you two would act like adults and behave normally!" Shouted Blaine, Kurt could see his anger rising to the two adults, "Instead you act selfish, and childish like you always do!" he said again. "Come on, Kurt, we are leaving. I shouldn't have brought you here." he muttered. Kurt, who had been standing behind Blaine as the argument arose, followed his boyfriend willingly out the doors and to the sidewalk.
"I'm sorry about that Kurt." he said slowly, and gave Kurt's forehead a kiss.
Kurt pouted, and Blaine looked down, "What?"
"You missed my lips."
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Kurt got out of his car, and walked towards the door, he expected it to be locked, but instead it was cracked open. All of his experience watching scary movies screamed, Kurt! Put some sense into yourself! It's the giant, creepy house, that the guys always go into, and run out screaming because some sort of weird mythological creature jumps out at them!
Kurt ignored the semi-conscious thoughts that swirled around in his mind as he pushed open the door. "Mr. and Mrs. Anderson?" he called out slowly, "Blaine?"
The fact that there was no answer frightened Kurt than any zombie trying to eat his brains. Blaine had once shown Kurt where his room was, when they were alone in the house, before Kurt met dear old Mom and Dad, so Kurt made his way up the stairs slowly. The well-made stairs didn't creak or moan as Kurt's feet made their way up them, they stood their own.
"Blaine? Where are you? Your car is here!" He said, his worry (and his voice), rising with each step. As he finally reached the top of the never ending staircase, he made a few turns, to find Blaine's room. He knocked on the deep mahogany wood, to find, yet again, no answer.
"Blaine?" His voice turned to a whisper as he opened the door and walked inside.
The next scene happened quickly. Kurt let out a scream, one that would have woken the neighbors, Hell, even the police station. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, with his own eyes, it wouldn't have been believable for a very long time, he was in more or less shock at the scene. The image which lay before him was brutal, and very disturbing, especially to Kurt.
Blaine, his boyfriend, the person he /loved/, was laying unconscious on his bed, there was blood around the room. Kurt could picture the scene without wanting to, the beating began at Blaine's desk it seemed, there was some blood on the papers, and it seemed it started with a sharp blow to Blaine. As there wasn't much, but it was there, and then apparently Blaine was dragged to the bed, and raped on the scene. Blood smeared the walls, and on the bed, it was everywhere. Kurt wasn't nauseous at the sight of blood, even an amount of terrifying as this, so he ran to Blaine. His feet reacting before his brain could comprehend what happened. "Blaine!" he shouted, his fingers shaking as they lay against his neck, feeling the light, very slow pulse his boyfriend had. Kurt was shaking all over, his hands held Blaine's face protectively, not letting him go.
Blaine's face had multiple lacerations on them, and bruises as well, his arm was bent in a way that shouldn't have been possible, and blood was leaking from Blaine's mouth and nose. He was naked spare a pair of pants, which seemed unblemished, so they must had been put on him after the act.
Kurt pulled put his phone, his hands shaking, he dialed 911.
"911 emergency, what is your emergency?"
"I n-n-need an amb-b-b-bulance t-t-to 3456, Mulberry Avenue, Westerville, Ohio..." the address came out gargled, but it could be made out. Kurt was hyperventilating, his voice shaking and hard to hear.
"What happened, ma'am?"
Kurt ignored the ma'am part, his voice was so high it would have easily been mistaken, "My boyfriend- oh my god, Blaine." he began to sob, "I came to pick him up for school, and he was in his room... there's so much blood!"
"An ambulance is on their way, is he alive?"
"Y-y-yes." He stuttered, "Barely. He's badly h-h-h-hurt. Someone raped him!" He cried.
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's body, keeping the mangled boy close, carefully, he wouldn't let Blaine go, for anything. This was Blaine, this was the person everyone loved, no one hated Blaine, because he was so easy to fall in love with.
It seemed like hours, Kurt cradled Blaine's head in his arms, sobs coming out his mouth.
It wasn't long in reality, before he heard the sirens coming towards the house. They came through the house, "Help him!" Kurt screamed as loud as he could, and the police came in to see the boy cradling the other boy's head in his arms. "Please, please God help him."
The officer saw the male, holding the victim, but could have sworn that the operator said that the caller was a female, however, as soon as they heard his voice, they knew who she was talking to. "His p-pulse is w-weak." He struggled to keep his voice strong. "Please, get him on an ambulance."
The police officer nodded, and soon enough, Blaine was put on oxygen, and on a stretcher. Kurt held Blaine's hand, but the officer soon pulled him away. "How did you find the scene? What happened?"
Kurt took a deep breath, "I-I came to g-g-give him a r-ride to school, he had b-b-b-been having some car troubles, we were going to take his car to my D-d-d-dad's shop s-soon, but never got around to it, and I worried so I decided me driving him would be safest. S-s-so I came t-t-to pick him up, and the door was open. His parents would normally be there but they were gone, both of them, so I called his name, and he didn't answer, so I went to his r-room, he is a very h-h-heavy sleeper, and t-t-then I s-s-saw him like t-t-t-t-t-t-this." Kurt began to sob violently, the blood stained hands went to his face as he cried.
"Are you a family member?" The police officer asked him, "I'm his f-f-fiancee." Kurt began to sob even louder.
"I just want to see him."
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