A/N: I knoooow. I know I have so much stories to finish. But if I have an idea I HAVE TO WRITE IT DOWN! Sorry :( I try to write anything REALLY.
This will only have 3 parts and at most 20.000 words so I can PROMISE I´ll finish this. I just don´t have the time to do it in one piece.
Any way, I am kind of proud of this and I hope someone reads it and maybe even leaves a review with his thoughts?! :) Anyway thank you guys!
Chapter 1
Kurt wasn´t sure of the first words they had shared when they sat down on the cardboards filled with his stuff in his empty dump of an apartment. What he did remember was that they instantly clicked, which had been a surprise. Their first encounter in the elevator hadn´t ended in him getting insulted or beaten up by the guy with the tattoos and curly hair, but rather in him helping Kurt move in.
Blaine Anderson had come into his life as a surprise and made every day special. He remembered them sharing pizza and a beer the night they met, as a thank you gift for Blaine´s help, much like they did every Tuesday and Fridays. The beer had changed into tea for Kurt when he finally admitted how much he hated beer and had only drunken it to impress Blaine, which he didn´t say out loud, and pizza into take-out foods from various countries, but overall it was still the same.
They had known each other just over a month when Kurt realized Blaine was gay as well. If kissing and groping his male best friend Sebastian on the couch was anything to go by at least. Before that day he had never known that hope could build up and crash at the same time. Either way, they stayed friends and Kurt felt so very save held by calloused hands as he shared story after story of how much life had hurt him and how he´d been forced to bear most of it all by himself. Blaine had soothed him, slept next to him that night, fingers painting senseless patterns onto his back and brought him breakfast in the morning.
Now, two months later, he didn´t see the same man when he looked at Blaine. Objectively he still looked small but his broad shoulders and strong arms promised a mean hook and added to his good looks of course. Most of the time he hid his beautiful curls under a grey or blue beanie and his body under a snug fitting sleeveless shirt or a sweater and black jeans with holes in them. From time to time he even wore a piercing in his eyebrow that accentuated his tough appearance when his tattoos were hidden. Kurt had seen the biggest one, a black panther who seemed to jump from his left upper arm onto his chest, where the cat bared her teeth at onlookers. All in all, Blaine didn´t look like someone tidy and neat Kurt would usually like the appearance of, and despite all of that he was all of that and more. Because, what Kurt saw when he looked at Blaine was gentle golden eyes, a warm smile and the curl that always escaped the beanie nowadays.
Kurt was hopelessly smitten with Blaine.
That was exactly the reason why he was outside his apartment, clutching Blaine´s favorite brand of beer to his chest using his shoe to knock on the door. Over and over he tried to tell himself that this was not to impress Blaine, not to win him over. They were just friends. They were friends and Blaine was in a relationship with chipmunk. Sebastian, he admonished himself, he is called Sebastian.
"Yeah. Coming." Blaine yelled from inside and when he opened his door Kurt tried not to look down to his exposed chest. Still he noticed a tattoo he hadn't seen yet of a relatistic looking knife sticking out of Blaine´s liver, oozing black ink. "Kurt! What are you doing here, it´s Sunday."
"Well, " Kurt said, sidestepping into Blaine´s apartment and closing the door with his butt."I knew you´d be here watching football, so I thought I´d drop by."
Blaine smiled."With beer? That doesn´t seem like just dropping by from someone who never drinks beer."
"Just enjoy the surprise and my presence, Blaine. Not everyone has the honor of my attention."
"True." He heard him say as Kurt proceeded to go to his living room.
Even though they were neighbors in the same apartment complex, Blaine´s flat was a lot better. He had two rooms instead of Kurt´s single big one and his bathroom was big enough for the bathtub he could soak in. At least Kurt was meticulously tidy and even if they were not, his furniture looked like it was designer. Blaine was more random in his decorations, a few posters of bands here and there, flatscreen, couch and dark green walls when Kurt´s where steel grey and though not dirty, he had the tendency of having scatter everywhere.
He sat down on the spot he had unofficially claimed his, moving the music sheets away first. He glimpsed at them, recognized a Beatles song and then moved on. Neither of them was really an open book, but Blaine got downright defensive and quiet if Kurt asked too much questions or looked into places Blaine didn´t like. Therefore he did not comment on it, even if he felt the dire need to talk to him about it, maybe finally get the chance to hear Blaine sing.
They did not share any classes apart from Dancing class, where they mostly had to dance with the girls. Lesson after lesson, Kurt wanted strong, leading hands on his back, or even lower outside of class, but he wasn´t allowed to.
The rest of the school day they spent separated, with different friends and far too much time for Kurt to daydream about him. He thought about the future, dreamt of Blaine being single and maybe, just a little into Kurt as well. They would have one apartment instead of two, a cat and a daughter. Blaine could give therapeutic singing lessons and would cheer Kurt on when he was on-stage. Their life would be pretty much perfect.
Except there was still a very long way to go to reach that goal and this was real life. Here he was, willing to break someone else's heart, just in case Sebastin had one, if Blaine cheated with him and that wasn´t him. He shouldn´t be here with beer and hopes as high as the empire state building. Not only did Blaine have a boyfriend, what he did have too was a bad reputation. Many friends, including Rachel had warned Kurt not to get too close to him, but there was nothing he could do against ignorant people. He knew better than them because despite his prejudices he indeed had had, he let Blaine in and found a friend. Someone as sweet as an innocent child and as caring as a parent should be at its core.
His eyes flickered up when he felt a weight settle on the other side of the couch and saw Blaine, halfway lying on the couch and looking at the screen where a lot of football players did some homoerotic pile on top of each other. How people could call any of that "manly" was beyond him. He´d rather watch Blaine, the carefree smile twitch whenever something happened on the field and his huge brown eyes ablaze with joy. Kurt was so enamored with him that he was not quick enough to avoid being caught staring.
"You´re not watching the game." Blaine stated, his triangle eyebrows narrowed in confusion.
It was as if he couldn´t comprehend someone not liking what he was so involved in, a feeling that Kurt knew all too well growing up being different from other boys.
"I am. Just because I look over to you, wondering why you don´t put on a shirt, doesn´t mean I´m not enjoying the game."
Blaine stood up and found a shirt he then put on with Jack Daniels logo on it and sat down again."All done, but don´t pretend it bothers you to see men half-naked." Kurt blushed, desperately trying to convince Blaine that it wasn´t true. "And are you?"
"Am I what?" Kurt asked, voice high with anticipation. Would he lie if Blaine asked him if he liked his body?
"Are you enjoying the game?"
"Uhm." He mumbled, deflating in relief and disappointment."Yes. Totally."
"Kurt, come on. Name one football player on the field and I might believe you."
"James-"
"James Ryan?"
Kurt nodded, smiling in triumph until Blaine started laughing. When blood gathered in his cheeks this time, it was because he felt humiliated. Not only did he feel ridiculed, he also didn´t know what was so funny.
"James Ryan-" Blaine wheezed."Like the Private James Ryan?"
"Okay, okay. I get it. You are the football watching alpha-gay and I am the cliché one. But believe it or not, there actually is a reason for me hating football."
The laughter stopped and through the twinkle left in his eyes, Blaine looked at him curiously. With one press on the mute-button the room got silent and the situation turned serious just as quickly. Actually all Kurt had wanted was to stop feeling inferior and ridiculed, so he had said that, but thinking about it he had any reason to hate football. He just wasn´t sure if after such a short time knowing him, he could trust Blaine with that. Sometimes, right before he fell asleep, he remembered the night Blaine had slept next to him because he had been so upset, causing shivers running through his body. Blaine seemed to have caught wind of the mood swing in Kurt because he slid closer, one hand resting on Kurt´s knee.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" He asked, one thumb rubbing Kurt´s skin reassuringly. This was exactly the thing that had brought on the first break-down a month ago, only then he hadn´t told everything.
"Do you remember what I told you the last time? About- About the slushies they threw at me in high school, or the words they said in the hallways?"
"Of course." Blaine said and when he went on his voice was icy with contempt."That still makes me wanna punch those people."
Kurt flinched a bit, shaking off Blaine´s hand in the process. "That is sort of the problem."
"What is?"
He took a deep breath. "Violence. I know this is just something you say, not something you´d really do if it came to it, but they didn´t stop with words and that is exactly why I hate violence, even if it´s just in a game."
"What do you mean, Kurt." Blaine´s gentle hand cupped his cheek to make Kurt look into his eyes."What exactly did they do?"
He smiled despite the pain that came with memories."They didn´t beat me up, if that is what you´re thinking. They just shoved me against lockers, tripped me and put me into portable toilets they then turned over or into dumpsters which was really worse on my clothes than it was physically, but apart from that-"
"Apart from-. Kurt, are you listening to yourself? That they didn´t break any bones doesn´t make it better. What they did to you was inhuman and wrong and you have any reason to despise violence. I am so sorry."
He tried to remain strong, smile it away like other´s did when they heard that it ´wasn´t even that bad´, but the tears still came, hot and fast running over his lips still set in a smile. Blaine hesitated but after a few seconds he began to rub his back in the same way he had done a month ago. His calloused fingers drawing lines up and down on his canvas of skin.
"No one does that to you here, right? You have to tell me if someone at school bothers you!"
"No." Kurt croaked."I finally feel accepted here."
"That is how it should be. You and me, we dare to be different and people don´t understand that. They look at you and see the colors and clothes and judge. They look at me, see the tattoo and the piercing and judge. That is what small-minded people do. They throw rocks at things that shine, hoping to bring stars down from the sky. But we keep on shining, right Kurt?"
I love you so much. "Yes. We keep on shining, Blaine."
Kurt woke up cuddled into Blaine´s side, taking one look that made his heart melt before closing his eyes again. His heart won against his brain right then, letting him have this moment in bliss without any worries. He remembered the awkward way Blaine had tried to do everything just the way he thought Kurt wanted it the day before, every motion jerky and not like him. They ended up with two pizzas, sushi and raspberry-cheesecake because Blaine hadn´t been sure what to order for a sad Kurt. They didn´t eat all of that and by half of it Kurt wasn´t sure if it was his stomach that was full or his heart. The TV had long been switched off without further comment and ignoring the beer, both had drunk tea. It was easily the best night of Kurt´s life and coupled with the morning after, only sex could have upped that. But eventually the magic was bound to end when Blaine woke-up.
"Good mornin´. Do you feel better?"
Kurt couldn´t help but shiver when Blaine picked up the lazy pattern on his back again. "No."
"No?"
"How can I if you blinded me with your shinyness, Mr. Star?"
Blaine snorted and gave him a light slap, before thinking better of it and rubbing his hand as if to soothe the place. "Are you mocking me?"
"Sorry I couldn´t help myself. I´ll give you make-up coffee as compensation."
"Med-"
"Medium drip. I know, because you are predictable." Kurt finished his sentence. Reluctantly he got up, regretting it when Blaine´s hand fell away. He had already crossed the room when he heard him say:
"And you are cute."
Not knowing what to say, Kurt was glad he could feign obliviousness.
The rest of the morning passed with their normal banter and no further words that let Kurt´s throat tighten with hope. They showered in separate apartments to then meet up in front of the elevator like they did every school morning.
"Ready for Mrs. Heisner and her cat?"
"I´m telling you, it is just a short dog with a weird tail." Kurt replied, having had this conversation several times.
"And I am telling you that I heard it meow this one day."
"Yeah, this one day I stayed home and you had to ride alone and the dog made a noise for the first time. How believable is that, Blaine?"
Blaine laughed, his eyes getting even bigger with happiness. Kurt watched his Adam's apple bounce up and down before glancing at the few parts of his panther tattoo that were visible in his sleeveless top. Like a kid caught with his hand in a cookie jar, he quickly looked away before he could get caught again.
"I am telling you the truth." explained Blaine
"If it is you will have no problem asking her how her dog is today, right badboy?"
Blaine turned to him when the elevator arrived with a pling. His one pierced eyebrow rose at the nickname.
"Sure."
They entered the elevator and as predicted, Mrs. Heisner with her dog and Mr. Simons in his jogging suit were there in time like clockwork. They nodded at Blaine´s cheery ´Good morning´ and went back to being background characters in Kurt´s life. There never had been a day they weren´t anything but dismissive and their only sign of life were their vacant stares.
Kurt looked over when he heard the sound and saw Blaine´s face red and puffy, his lips pressed tightly. For a second he didn´t understand but when laughter filled the air, he couldn´t hold back either. It was ridiculous and without a real reason but they laughed all the way down to ground level, ignoring them. It was just such an awkward mood in the elevator that laughter was the only plausible way to react.
"Is that a dog or a cat?" Blaine asked, voice breathy before they got off.
Mrs. Heisner was startled at being acknowledged, but then her expression turned sour. The doors began to close behind them and the last this I heard was: "Oh my, Poutchy is a –" and then the elevator whooshed down to the garage.
Blaine and Kurt looked at each other, and a second later they leaned against each other, holding their aching stomachs while they continued laughing.
"Poutchy-" Kurt wheezed.
"Poutchy is actually a new species-"
"This is fate." Kurt tried to take a deep breath to stop from laughing."This is the universe telling us that Pouchy shall forever remain the living version of Catdog."
The whole way to school they talked about the shows they had watched as children, Blaine liking Digimon and Pokemon better while Kurt was devoted to Powerrangers and Disney shows, though they had mutual feelings about the last one. What was a ten minutes walk felt like seconds to Kurt and far too soon they had to split in the hall, both of them returning to a totally different life. Not for the first time Kurt thought about visiting Blaine in the breaks to get to know his friends, but he was afraid of rejection and decided against it. He did have Blaine for himself tomorrow, no reason to be selfish.
And Blaine still had the little thing known as boyfriend.
With a sigh in his mind, in his mind because he didn´t want to be dramatic alone, he made his way to his first class. It was essentially listening to people sing, then put down about it and then the next one got the chance to be told he sucked. Rachel Berry was the lucky bastard that got no critique and when she sat down next to him, her smile was bright enough to light the room with her teeth.
"Kurt, life is wonderful. I mean, here I am, I overslept and thus missed my morning practice and I still hit all the notes."
"Great."
He jumped in his seat when she leaned forward in his field of view. Her brows were furrowed and the jealousy he hated to admit drowned instantly. He loved Rachel, even if it was hard to remember that sometimes.
"Did something happen?" she asked, concern apparent in her voice. The doorbell rang without his name being called and they got up.
"Actually, it did. But you need to promise me not to flip out again."
"It concerns Blaine, doesn´t it?" Rachel pulled him in the next best room, lucky enough to find it empty. Damn Rachel and her good life. Mirrors reflected her angry and disappointed looks aimed at Kurt and he sighed at the poor choice of location. But somehow he still chose to tell her the truth, wanting to share his happiness with the world.
"Yes. Of course it´s about him. And it was magical."
"Oh god, don´t tell me you slept with him. He has a boyfriend, Kurt."
He shook his head. When he sat down against one of the walls, she remained looming over him.
"He never actually said that they were in a relationship. I mean, he introduced him as his friend." Kurt tried to defend himself, not believing his own words.
Rachel only shook her head, finally letting go of her judging stance and settling beside him. "So you did sleep with him?"
"No. I maybe had the intention to, but then one thing happened and led to another and I ended up confessing the whole sitaution at McKinley for me. We ordered dinner and went to bed cuddling. And instead of the awkward silence that happened the last time we woke up, he just remained rubbing my back and I had the best morning of my life."
"That sounds like there is more to it!"
"I think he called me cute."
She smiled but remained quiet after that. Just a few seconds because this was Rachel he was talking about and Rachel always had to talk her mind. "That is great and all, but-"
"But? Rachel, I know what you think of him, but if you actually bothered to get to know him, you would be so smitten by him. He is the nicest guy I know."
"And the only guy you gave a chance for your heart." She continued his sentences. She slid over the floor to sit opposite of him and took his hands."Kurt, there are rumors about him and once you hear them you will never want to speak to him again."
He ripped his hands away from hers."They are called rumors for a reason." With that he stood up and walked out, leaving his best friend and himself with a lot of misery they wouldn´t have if she only met the real Blaine.
Mondays sucked, and this Monday did so even worse because not only was Kurt Hummel mad, but as always he had to walk home alone because Blaine had ´somewhere to be´. He never questioned what he did, because he assumed there was a reason if Blaine wasn´t specific, but he did wonder and guess.
Atrocious stories formed in his head about Blaine´s whereabouts, but they were mostly linked with Sebastian which did nothing to calm him down. He gave up thinking about it, concentrating on the music he listened to and being glad when he finally arrived at the apartment complex. Up with the empty elevator he got off on his floor and stopped in his motion when he saw a girl kicking Blaine´s door. Even over his fairly loud music he heard her scream.
"Open the fucking door, Anderson. You think you can hit him? Huh? Hit me! Hit me you fucker."
She looked ferocious and Kurt was in no mood to talk to a stranger, but curiosity about her words won him over.
"Hey, uhm, excuse me?"
The girl twirled around, her fist still raced and he shrunk a little before reminding himself that there was no reason for her to hit him so he straightened his back and forced a smile.
"Blaine is not here, so there is no point in destroying his door I´m afraid." Kurt said.
"Fuck!" She paced a little before looking up at him."Sorry I must seem like a mental case to you. I´m Cassie and I swear this looked way better in my head than it probably did in reality."
Kurt relaxed a bit once he didn´t feel the threat any longer. Without anger lining her face, she was actually pretty with her red curls and freckles.
"I´m Kurt." He replied, shaking her outstretched hand."No problem. I am lucky my melt-downs are so easily cured with ice-cream. So, may I ask how you know Blaine?"
"He beat my boyfriend and I came to give him a piece of my mind. In retrospect that doesn´t seem like the best idea I´ve ever had."
Kurt had heard her scream that before but even now it didn´t make much sense. Sure, Blaine looked tough with his tattoos and his broad shoulders, but he was a cupcake at heart. One time a few weeks ago, he had saved a spider that had been in danger of being stomped on by Kurt and then told him how important every animal was. This Blaine, spider friendly Blaine, was supposed to have hit someone?
"What do you mean he hit your boyfriend? What happened? Was there a fight or-"
"Do you know Blaine?" She interrupted him, making it sound like an accusation.
"Yeah, I do." He snapped back.
"Apparently not well enough because if you did, you´d know how he earns his money with beating up innocent people." Cassie yelled, but in the matter of seconds she took deep breaths and then looked apologetic again. "Sorry. Just…We were supposed to have our Christmas photos taken and now John looks like an over-ripe fruit in the face."
She pressed the button, opening the elevator that was still on their level. "If you see him, please be so kind and pinch him just a little." Before the doors closed and he had a chance to ask about what she knew about Blaine, because he was very much confused, he heard a ´bye Kurt´ and Cassie was gone.
Even hours later, Kurt couldn´t make sense of her and there was only one conclusion: she mistook Blaine for someone else. But why did she know his name and where he lived? There was only one person that could answer that and he´d see him the following morning. Until then Kurt was alone with million thoughts battling inside his head to defend Blaine.
They had walked to school together, went home together and yet Kurt could never bring up the courage to ask him what Blaine´d have to say to the accusation of punching someone. Between what cereal they had and what teacher had been annoying, there was no way to fit: ´so you hit someone´s boyfriend´ into their conversation.
There was still hope left that he dared to ask when they´d hang out at Blaine´s place like they did every Tuesday. This time Kurt had fit in the backing of cookies into his schedule and with a batch of them he went over, knocking and waiting while their heat warmed his hands.
When the door opened he held them out for Blaine to see, only to come to a halting stop when it was Sebastian, smirk in place, greeting him on the doorstep.
"Kurt, you shouldn´t have." He said, taking a cookie and then a bite."Were cooking skills in the whole cliché-gay package you're your atrocious clothes?"
"Fuck off, Bas! Come on in, Kurt. Just ignore the idiot in the hall, he is just here to give us headaches." Blaine´s eyes widened at the sight of the batch."Are those self-baked Hummel cookies?"
Startled Kurt looked down as if to reassure himself of what he had made, before he replied with a nod. Meerkat Sebastian wasn´t exactly his favorite person, even if he´d never admit to liking their banter. It was just something they did whenever Blaine wasn´t near, so Kurt bit back all the nasty comments on his tongue and entered the apartment.
"Cool, I didn´t know you could bake. Can I have some?"
"What do you think he brought them over for? For him to sit in front of you and torture you because he eats them all by himself?" Sebastian asked, plopping down on the couch. Unnoticed by Blaine he offered Kurt a seat beside him while wearing a smile that promised no good.
"Oh, I forgot." Blaine replied, sitting on the couch while Kurt had taken a seat in the recliner opposite of them."I should have remembered that you have never been taught what manners are."
"I do know what manners are. I wait until after the first date before fucking guys into the table."
Kurt´s cheeks turned scarlet red and he went over to analyzing every crumb in the cookies to avoid being seen. It was bad enough having the meerkat here, ruining their Tuesday, so why did he have to hear about their sex? When he dared to glance up he saw the table and returned his gaze to the cookies. God damnit, he had eaten at that table.
"Shut up!" Blaine hissed."No one here wants to hear your filthy businesses with slu-uhm boys."
Blaine didn't need to correct himself, Kurt was no stranger to the way people were. He knew that their behavior changed a bit according to the people surrounding them and Blaine was no exception. While he was still gentle and nice to Kurt, he tended to cuss at Sebastian and occasionally shove him or kick his butt. To this day it had amused Kurt more than anything else since he was the one being treated kindly, but knowing those two were in a relationship did nothing to lessen the sting today. Instead of an exception, he felt excluded.
"I just wanted to bring you those cookies because I made too much." He lied and stood up."I have stuff to do so I´ll have to leave you two alone now."
"Don´t bother leaving the cookies here, they taste like poverty." Sebastian commented.
"I said shut the fuck up." Kurt froze even though Blaine´s words were not meant for him. In the contrary. When he continued speaking, his voice was calm and gentle."Please stay Kurt. I swear if the idiot doesn´t stop talking shit I´ll kick him out. Let´s just order pizza and watch a movie. I think I have more DVD´s in the storage room I could get. Please. I´ll die without your cookies."
He wanted to go home and sulk, but the puppy eyes were irresistible so he sat down with a huff."I´ll get to decide though. And Sebastian doesn´t get any more cookies."
"Deal!" Like the oversized teddy bear Blaine really was, he tackled Kurt and the recliner and then hurried off, two cookies in his hands.
Being alone with Sebastian always felt like they were two snakes, rising up and ready to strike. It was not like he hid his nasty side from Blaine, okay maybe he did, but somehow it was much easier to have a bitch-fight without him in between.
"You should be lucky Blaine kicks ass the way he does, since otherwise you would go home crying because you couldn´t handle my well-meant truth about you. I almost choked on the cookies because they tasted like the glitter that fell off of your skin."
"Strange. Last night I had the best possible dream about you choking. Too bad though that you have big enough teeth to chew food."
Sebastian smiled and without the humiliation that came with someone hearing the insults about Kurt, he almost had fun. Almost.
"I know how to chew food, but I was startled when I saw you today because you wear a weird mix between girl and boy clothes that confused me for a second."
"Why don´t you do all of us a favor and crawl back into your den?" Kurt said with a faked nice voice just as Blaine entered the room. Oblivious to the situation he balanced a stack of DVDs he then sat on the table.
"Did I miss something?"
"No." They answered in sync, for the first time sharing one opinion.
The rest of the evening was spent watching Lady and the Tramp and then Fast and the Furious. Kurt was lucky they didn´t cuddle on the couch, probably courtesy to him.
By the second movie he couldn´t concentrate any longer, so instead he worked up the courage to ask what was long overdue. The credits were running, no one saying a word when he spit it out.
"Since when have you two been dating?"
Kurt looked at them looking at each other, both awkwardly silent before Sebastian literally crawled over to Blaine and began stroking his inner thigh. As much as he wanted to look away, he couldn´t when Blaine gasped. He didn´t understand what was going on, but felt a deep satisfaction when Blaine's expression turned angry and Sebastian was shoved down to the floor.
"Come on, it was fun." Sebastian protested."You should have played along, Blainers."
"I know your playing along. You wouldn´t have stopped until we put on a live porn for him."
Kurt cleared his throat, receiving attention of both of them. There was no place he´d rather not be than here with a couple being the cockblock.
"Can someone explain?" He asked.
"Oh Kurtsy, as if someone could keep that wild horse inside a stable." Sebastian said, pointing at himself
"What Bas meant to say is," Blaine explained, glaring at the boy to his feet. "that we´re not dating. The one time you saw us was just that. A one time thing."
"Oh."Kurt uttered."Oh."
"Why, were you jealous?"
Despite the urge to hurt Sebastian he just sat there shaking his head a little too urgently. By now Blaine would have kicked him into his place, but today that was not the case. Blaine just looked at Kurt as if he needed to know the answer.
"I was just curious." He hurried to explain.
The doorbell rang in that moment, announcing the arrival of their dinner and the way in which Blaine practically ran off to the door confused Kurt. He spent a few seconds staring at the door Blaine had left through before looking over to Sebastian who had started speaking.
"You know Hummel, despite your unclear gender, I kind of like you, so take what I say as a sort of my way to make amends." Kurt lifted one eyebrow, listening sharply but prepared to be hurt verbally.
"Blaine likes you. Just look at him pretending to be a good guy for you when he clearly isn´t. I mean he didn´t even hit or kick me today. And he said he´d try giving up his…hobby for you."
And that was when Kurt realized it too. Blaine did that for him because he knew that he didn´t like violence. For the first time he felt a glimmer of actual hope for more than friendship in his gut and for the rest of the day, not even Sebastian´s sharp tongue cut put down the smile on his lips. Little did he know that that would change soon.
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