They weren't supposed to meet. Every thing they did was supposed to keep them apart. Maybe they'd know about each others existence, but they weren't supposed to be friends. One was a 'bad boy', not caring what anyone thought, wearing his leather jacket and strutting around the halls as if he owned the place, even though he could be threatened with a slushy at any moment, he just didn't care. He knew he was getting out someday and maybe, just maybe, if he could shut them out, he could make it. He just had to pretend he didn't care. The other was a dancer, a singer, fragile and easily broken. He worked hard for what he was passionate about. Sadly, passion drives you to crazy things and he was willing to do anything to succeed. He'd do anything to feel wanted, even if it meant hurting himself on the way.
So yes, they weren't supposed to be friends.
But they might have saved each other on the way.
Blaine walked down the halls, confidence radiating off of him. Girls swooned as he walked past them, towards his locker. He couldn't help laughing. If only they knew who he really was, and that boobs just weren't his thing.
Kurt walked past him, to his own locker that happened to be next to Blaine's. This was the first time the two boys were actually at their lockers at the same time. Blaine's eyes roamed Kurt's body appreciatively. Dance had toned him in all the right places, and Blaine didn't mind staring. Kurt hid his face in his locker, blushing furiously.
Just as Blaine shut his locker, the sound of a body hitting another rang out loudly through the halls. He glanced over, seeing that Kurt was now on the floor and Karofsky was walking down the hall snickering with his friends. What the hell was wrong with people? Was this really acceptable in society nowadays? Kurt picked himself up off the floor, gathering his things and making his way to the closest bathroom.
Blaine didn't know what was making him stay there, but he couldn't make himself leave the spot he stood in. He stayed against his locker, watching the bathroom door. He just wanted to make sure Kurt came out okay.
It had been twenty minutes when he decided to go in. He opened the door slowly, looking around cautiously. He didn't see Kurt, but he heard noises coming from an locked stall. A mix between crying and throwing up. That didn't sound to good.
"Hello?" he asked, knocking on the closed stall. "Are you okay in there?" the noises stopped and it sounded like he was doing his best to pull himself together before he came out. "Hello?"
"Go away." It was muffled, his voice a little raspy. Blaine gave up then, sighing as he left the bathroom. He went to class, but he just couldn't concentrate so half an hour later he was back in the bathroom, hoping Kurt had gotten himself together and went to class.
He entered the bathroom and the sound of someone throwing up rang out through the room. Blaine knocked on the stall again, but no reply. He waited five minutes and knocked again, no reply. Just that god awful sound, and if it weren't the worst thing Blaine had ever heard! He gave the boy another five minutes before he slammed his body into the door, forcing it open.
Kurt sat there, head over the toilet bowl, face pale, finger in throat as he continually threw up the little food he had in his body. No wonder he was so small, so broken. Blaine's eyes widened in horror as Kurt looked up weakly, not caring anymore.
"Shit." Blaine mumbled, picking the broken boy up from the floor and carrying him over to the sinks. He sat him down on one, turning on the cold water and splashing it in Kurt's face. Kurt responded with a dull groan in protest. "Hey, man, can you talk?" Blaine asked, splashing more water in Kurt's face and hoping he'd get a response.
"Yea." Kurt said quietly, barely getting the words out.
"Gross, you're covered in it." Blaine said, making a face of disgust. "Stay here." He said as he left, making his way to his own locker and grabbing his spare change of clothes. He hurried back to the bathroom, pausing at the door to take a breath and steady himself. He'd never had to deal with something like this before, what was he supposed to do? He pushed the door open, running straight into the back of a football player. He could tell right away it was Karofsky by the jacket. Kurt was off the sink, cowering in a corner.
"Karofsky." Blaine said. The bigger boy turned, scowling down at Blaine who just sized him up, prepared to fight if it came to it.
"What do you want Anderson?" He growled out, eyes roaming over Blaine's tiny body. He knew better then to piss off Blaine, because Blaine knew his secret. David Karofsky, school homophobe, was gay. What a surprise.
"I want you to leave my friend alone." Blaine said, standing tall and not backing down even as Karofsky closed in on him.
"Or what?" He snarled in attempt to look intimidating.
"You know what." Blaine glared, standing up straighter in attempt to make himself look bigger as he put an emphasis on the word 'what'. Karofsky sent one last look in Kurt's direction before exiting the bathroom quickly. Blaine moved over to Kurt quickly, picking him up and taking him back to the sink.
"Why are you being nice to me?" Kurt asked, slowly regaining his strength.
"I don't know." Blaine said, tugging off Kurt's soiled shirt and getting barf off of the frail boy's body. "Here." He said, handing Kurt the change of clothes and throwing the nasty ones in the garbage. Kurt didn't say anything, just accepted the outfit and put it on as fast as he could. "Should I take you to the nurse?" he asked, Kurt shook his head quickly.
"She'll call my dad." Kurt said, eyes begging Blaine not to take him. "I'll be okay, I just need a moment."
"What the hell were you doing in there?" Blaine said, eying Kurt suspiciously.
"I got sick." Kurt said, attempting a nonchalant attitude.
"Bull." Blaine said, almost angrily. "You did that to yourself." his voice took on a tone of disgust. "Why would you do that?"
"Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to." Kurt said quietly, splashing his face and standing straight, looking himself over in the mirror. Blaine's shirt hung off of Kurt's small frame, though not too much. His pants were to long for himself, so they fit Kurt just fine. Blaine would be lying if he said he didn't love the look of Kurt in his clothes. "I should go." Kurt said, turning to face Blaine. "I'll give these back to you... tomorrow."
"Keep them." Blaine said, winking at Kurt before leaving the bathroom. His head was swimming with thoughts, questions he didn't want to know the answer to, images of Kurt on the floor, Kurt in his clothes, Kurt in general.
There was no way he this was happening, though he'd had to deny it before and they hadn't even talked. It made a little sense though, they weren't that different. He was the only other person beside Rachel Berry that was positive they'd make it out of Ohio. He had a crush on the Broadway kid.
A/N: Thoughts? I got this idea whilst I was attempting to sleep. Lots of love?