Somewhere Only We Know
Rating: M
Characters: Kurt & Blaine
Summary: Hair; check. Blazer; check. Tie; check. My boys? Triple check. My life was in perfect order; there was a place for everything and everything was in its place. That was before Blaine Anderson showed up at my school. He's about to fuck everything up. Great.
Intro.
So things you need to know about this story. This story takes place post season 2. The roles are reversed. Kurt is like Blaine and Blaine is like Kurt. This story explores Blaine's life before he transferred to Dalton and I came up with the idea while watching Klaine meet for the first time! (Over a year ago). It sounds really confusing; but it will be worthwhile!
Warnings: Rated M for Mild Sexual Scenes, Violence, and Language. (OOC).
DISCLAIMER: I do in no way own Glee or am affiliated with Ryan Murphy and his crew of misfits. Although I wish I owned Glee & all the characters, I do not. Without further ado.
One: Prim and Proper Pip.
Lady Gaga's You and I woke me up on a cold winter Monday. I couldn't care less to be going to school, but at least it was better than where I could be going. Public school. Ew, the thought makes me want to cringe. Snaking my way out of my messy queen sized bed; I slipped into my slippers and made my way downstairs to greet my dad.
"Morning Kurt," he smiled. I returned the favor and sat down at the dining table. "Do you want bacon this morning or no?" he asked, his voice rough. I mumbled to myself before replying a yes. "How was practice yesterday?"
"Boring and pointless. I don't know why I didn't call it off and neither did Wes and David. We just ran dances and I sang a little bit," I said, playing with my fingers. He set a plate in front of me and I smiled again. "Have I ever told you how much I appreciate that you let me go to Dalton? I know it's expensive, but… really, I love you for it." On the plus side; Dalton's only about fifteen minutes so that saves gas.
"I love you too kiddo," he said, finishing up his own breakfast to ready himself for work. Morning routine; he makes breakfast while getting ready for work and we make small talk. Not that I mind, but sometimes I wish I got to spend more time with him that I do now. "Will you be home after school tonight?" he asked. I shook my head while carefully chewing and swallowing the bacon in my mouth.
"I can't. We have a set list meeting tonight after school and since I'm head of the board I have to be there."
He pulled on his hat and glanced at me. "What about for dinner?"
"I'll try my best. It depends on if Tyler wanted to take me out tonight," I muttered. I knew my dad didn't approve too much of Tyler; but if I was happy then so was he and there was no argument. He looked over my glance and I bit my bottom lip. "If he does I'll reschedule?" I questioned. He shook his head.
"Don't do that. We will just have dinner together tomorrow night okay? I'll see you when you get home."
"Okay. Love you!" I called as he headed out the door. I heard him reply the same thing and after taking care of my dishes, I headed upstairs to get ready for school. I checked my phone and to no surprise, Tyler had texted me.
Good morning baby, I'll be there to pick you up in half an hour xoxo.
Good morning! Okay. xx. oo.
I set my phone aside and then went to my walk-inn closet to grab my uniform. Kicking off my slippers, I stripped down to nothing but my designer McQueen boxers; not that that's necessary information but still. I pulled on my uniform slacks and went to pull on my white button down but I only stopped myself. Standing in front of my full length mirror, I looked at the black and blue bruise on my right side. It was small, but it still hurt to touch. Kurt, how'd you get that nasty bruise? I remember Wes asking me. I made up a silly excuse about running into the end of Tyler's coffee table. I blinked and pulled on my shirt, not wanting to look at the branding any longer.
"Baby kiss me," he slurred after dance practice that night. I tried to push him away but his drunken state only made him rougher. He pushed me on the hood of his car and I winced as he grabbed at my waist.
"Tyler, please not here," I whimpered; mentally slapping myself for being such a woos. He ignored my comment and sucked harshly into my neck, leaving a dark purple bruise that I would later have to cover up with make-up.
"You're my bitch tonight," he whispered before pulling me into the back of his car.
He only did that kind of shit when he was wasted after Lacrosse practice; other than that Tyler was a grade A boyfriend. Handsome, charming, captain of Lacrosse and all mine; absolutely. I finished putting on my uniform, making sure I looked prim and proper; I adjusted my tie slightly and played with my hair a bit before being satisfied with my look.
"Baby," I heard Tyler's voice from behind me. I turned over my right shoulder and gave him a smile. "Good morning, you look great," he whispered, giving me a kiss on the forehead.
"You do too, I love you in your jersey," I whispered barely an inch from his lips. I gave him a kiss. I laughed. "You taste like rootbeer."
"Yeah," he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. "You're the only boy I know who drinks soda for breakfast."
"It's just so good," he stressed, taking my hand in his. I grabbed my satchel and phone and then we left for school. "Will you wear my jersey to the game tonight?" he asked as he parked closest to the Junior doors.
"Sure," I replied, half listening to him, half not pay attention at all.
"What's wrong?" he asked, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand. I looked at him and blinked.
"What happened yesterday night?" I asked him. He shrugged.
"I picked you up from practice and then we went and had a movie night," he replied. I fought the urge to sigh. He didn't remember; he probably couldn't.
"Oh right, I forgot," I said half-heartedly. I gave him a smile and a kiss before getting out of his car. "I have to go meet Wes, I'll see you during homeroom."
"Okay," he said, giving my cue to leave. I started walking away. "Wait, Kurt."
"Yeah?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at him.
"I love you."
I stopped for a moment and gave a smirk. "I love you too."
He loved me and I loved him. This would get better and more manageable and everything would be okay. He and I would be okay and this whole abuse phase would blow over; at least I'd hope. Ah shit, it's gonna be a long day.