A/N: Ok...so I've been wanting to do this concept for, well, years. And I think I'm confident enough in my abilities to do it. Now before we get this baby started, I want to shout out support for two of my references and inspirations!: functionaloptimist (wwwfanfictionnet/u/3222016/functionaloptimist - who, by the way, joined on my birthday!)'s story Klaine: The Extended Edition (wwwfanfictionnet/s/7357054/1/Klaine-the-Extended-Edition), and chelseabug2013 (wwwfanfictionnet/u/3526419/chelseabug2013)'s Glee {Insert Glee Season Here} Klaine series (wwwfanfictionnet/s/8223826/1/Glee-Season-2-Klaine), ( wwwfanfictionnet/s/7670260/1/Glee-Season-3-Klaine), (wwwfanfictionnet/s/8537245/1/Glee-Season-4-Klaine), ( wwwfanfictionnet/s/9741178/1/Glee-Season-5-Klaine), & (wwwfanfictionnet/s/10968025/1/Glee-Season-6-Klaine). Also, I will be adding scenes which we didn't get to see. Like the previously mentioned writers did before me. Go check them out! They're worth the reading! Ok, now, I hope you enjoy Klaine: The Complete Series.
Never Been Kissed
Kurt
"Dude, why don't you make yourself useful and go put some rat poison in those old folks' Jell-O or visit the Garglers," Puck "suggested".
"The Warblers," Kurt corrected.
"Whatever. See what they're up to. And you can wear all the feathers you want. You'll blend right in." Kurt didn't know how much of an ignorant imbecile Puck was before, but this damn near confirmed his previous suspicions with damning evidence. Instead of going on a tirade to correct Puck (again), but telling him that wearing feathers doesn't give you "The Gay", he instead just decided to pack up shop.
"Fine." Kurt gathered his posters and stormed out. It was all hopeless. No one was going to ever understand him. He simply slumped against a row of lockers in defeat. But after a while...Puck's strange suggestion didn't seem like such a bad idea. He made his way into the bathroom and attempted to give himself a pep-talk...
"Ok...I can do this...It's just...spying, right?" After gaining some composer, he slid on a pair of sunglasses. He could do this, right?
As he drove to Dalton, he tried many times not break out into a full on panic attack. Thankfully, he was successful. But when he got there...oh...my...GOD! The building was absolutely mouthwatering in architecture. And...so were the boys who wandered out for some open campus lunch. Kurt parked and took a deep breath. He parked far enough to not raise suspicion and close enough that he wouldn't ruin his new Marc Jacobs coat with sweat stains.
This was it. No going back now.
Blaine
Blaine sighed as he wished the day would wind down already. He shoved books into his bag, trying to remain focused for his next 5 classes...Maybe a nice cup of coffee would do the trick. It usually did.
Blaine was also unbelievably stressed...Hearing their competition for Sectionals. Last year they didn't even get to Sectionals at all, with one Warbler getting sick mere days before performers were decided. But this year, he planned to bring it all. And then...he heard their competition straight from Wes's mouth:
"Ok, everyone. This meeting has begun. We have received this year's Sectionals competition. And it's looking pretty good for us if I might say."
Everyone grinned as Wes continued.
"Now, first off: we have The Hipsters. They are this elderly program that helps older people get their GED." Everyone nodded. This seemed for an easy bet competition, and then..."And then we have, McKinley's New Directions."
Gasps filled the room.
"But they...won last year!" One member cried out.
"Yes, but they failed to win against Vocal Adrenaline at Regionals last year. So I believe we have a shot. Let's start deciding songs, Warblers." And with the bang of a gavel, it was all decided.
Somehow the commotion outside 's French classroom seemed to escape him because soon his attention was taken by a certain blonde-haired boy.
"Hey, Blaine!" Blaine looked up to see one of his best friends, and dormmate, Jeff. His eyes filled with excitement and wonder. There was only one (ok, two) thing(s) that could cause this. One, a sale in the candy section at the local pharmacy the day after Valentine's Day. Two, there was a Warbler impromptu performance. And since it was November, Blaine could take an easy guess to see what all the fuss was about. "Warblers are starting a concert! You in?!" Like he even needed to ask!
"Yeah, Jeff, I'll meet you there. Ok?" The slightly taller boy grinned and ran to go find his best friend, Nick. Knowing he'd kill him if he didn't inform him of the little "concert" too.
He soon traveled into a swarm of boys, all wandering down the stairs to get to the Warbler's practice room as soon as possible to get a good view. Unlike most High School choirs, the Warblers were actually kind of...popular. They were like the football team (or, any sport really) and cheerleading squad combined. While everyone would rather dream of being a star football player or the head cheerleader at any other school, the boys at Dalton all would give an arm and a leg to have just one note in the chorus of a Warblers performance.
It was actually quite strange if you think about it. But Blaine liked it that way. Now, while at his old school, people would call show choir and drama "Gay", here...it didn't matter if you were Gay or Straight, Black or White, Tall or Short, all were accepted with a 0% Bullying Policy that kept the rules at Dalton incredibly strict when it came to violence of any kind. Verbal or Physical.
And for a scared Freshman Blaine who transferred early into his 1st year of high school because of an...incidint in middle school, it was a delightful breath of fresh air.
About a year later, Blaine was on top of the world, in his eyes. At least, better than what he endured 2 years ago. And he couldn't be happier...
Kurt
Kurt was astonished as he stepped into a sea of uniform-clad boys. Eyes wandering around nervously under his shades. He thanked Gaga for remembering to bring them. But still...the view wasn't bad...He was still utterly confused about the excitement on all of their faces. You'd think that boarding school kids would hate school more than public school kids. Considering the higher level of expectations. But he decided not to judge. Maybe it was "Taco Tuesday", or something...
God...he stuck out like Gucci at a Tom Ford fashion show...
He saw a boy rush past him and walking in front of him. He decided there was no chance in hell he was gonna find out by just wandering around so he decided to take this as an opportunity.
"Excuse me?" He called out, and when the boy in front of him turned...he felt his breath being taken away. Oh my...gaga was he gorgeous! His eyes...his lips...his...everything. After a few beats, Kurt finally gained some composure to continue. "Um, hi," He attempted to speak casually. It didn't work. "Can I ask you a question? I'm new here." The boy in front of him immediately lit up. Oh god...that smile. Kurt felt like he was gonna melt.
The other boy took Kurt in for a few moments and for a quick second, Kurt thought he was absolutely screwed. But instead, he just took a step forward. "My name's Blaine." Kurt smiled and gladly took the hand that Blaine offered in a shake.
"Kurt." With a short breath intake to make sure he didn't absolutely pass out, Kurt looked around him some more. Still curious about his surroundings. "So, what exactly's going on?" Blaine went through a quick flash of shock to excitement.
"The Warblers!" busted out with enthusiasm. "Every now and then they throw an impromptu performance in the senior commons. Tends to shut the school down for a while." Blaine let a little bit of smugness sneak out, as he was obviously very proud of himself. But he returned to his caring nature soon after.
Kurt's confusion of his surroundings sprung out once more, never seeing a glee club be..."cool". At least in the eyes of everyone in the entire school. He was used to being mocked and having slushies be tossed in his face. Hearing words like "faggot" very frequently by the ignoramus classmates. But...this is, a very refreshing change of pace...
"So, wait, the glee club here is...kind of cool?" Still very confused and need of some enlightening of this newly discovered attitude towards show choir, he really was quite interested.
"The Warblers are like rock stars!" Blaine spoke with more enthusiasm than before. Obviously, these Warblers got him very pumped as well. Kurt's eyebrows jumped up, which made Blaine smile brighter. He reached out and took Kurt's hand. A soft gasp invoked inside of Kurt as a shock of electricity sent up his fingertips at the very touch of another boy's hand in his. Especially a boy as beautiful as Blaine..."Come on, I know a shortcut."
Kurt's heart fluttered and pounded inside his chest. And with him pulled down the last remaining steps, Blaine took him down a hallway. Blaine's grip on Kurt's hand seeming odd, yet oddly familiar at the same time. Gentle, yet unyielding.
This was the best feeling Kurt's ever, well...felt. He felt...free and accepted. And just...absoulutley weightless. He liked this feeling.
At the end of the seemingly endless hallway, there was a set of double doors. Blaine released Kurt's hand from his and pushed them open. He smiled at the numerous amount of students excited to see the show. This hasn't happened in so long. And he couldn't wait to perform in front of practically the entire student body.
"Oh. I stick out like a sore thumb..." He lightly sighed as his anxiety snuck out.
"Well, next time don't forget your jacket, new kid," Blaine teased, as he reached out to fix Kurt's jacket's lapel. "you'll fit right in." And with a wink, he turned.
Kurt furiously blushed, Blaine, smiling at this as well. Then gaining a sense of dignity as he spoke once more, "Now, if you'll excuse me."
Kurt's suspicions were now confirmed as Blaine turned and began to harmonize with the Warblers. He couldn't wait to hear what Blaine's voice sounded like when he sung. If it was anything like when he spoke...he was in for one dreamy ride...
"You think I'm pretty,
Without any makeup on.
You think I'm funny,
When I tell the punchline wrong.
I know you get me,
So I let my walls come down, down."
Kurt's heart jumped and beat fast in his chest as the voice of Blaine Anderson was revealed to him. He was...absolutely entranced. Hypnotized. He didn't know what it was about this new boy but...he felt...different. Way different than his crushes on Finn or Sam. He felt...oddly connected to this boy he never met before and, hardly knows at all. But this closeness to the beautiful stranger got stronger with every syllable sung from the...gorgeous lips. He could watch him sing all day...
"Before you met me,
I was alright, but things,
Were kinda heavy
You brought me to life
Now every February,
You'll be my Valentine, Valentine."
More blood rushed to Kurt's cheeks as Blaine turned and faced him as he sang. All he wanted to do was walk across the room, grip Blaine by his lapels and pull him into a deep and passionate kiss. But...that would be an odd way to get to know a stranger. Especially in front of a crowd. That and...he didn't even know if Blaine was gay. He could just be another straight boy he had his eye on like Finn and Sam before him. But then again...Kurt did have an oddly accurate track record with his suspicions. Because there was just...something about Blaine. But then again, he didn't want to accusations.
"Let's go all the way tonight.
No regrets. Just love.
We can dance until we die.
You and I will be young forever.
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream.
The way you turn me on.
I can't sleep."
Blaine spun and grinned as he sang his absolute heart out. This was something he obviously had a great passion for. And oh boy did he love showing off his gift. Kurt felt faint and like he was about to fall over. Especially when Blaine pointed at him. Like something was taking over him. But with all the strength and willpower within him, he remained standing and continued to enjoy the performance.
"Let's go all the way tonight.
No regrets. Just love.
We can dance until we die.
You and I will be young forever."
Kurt's eyes wandered around the room. Everyone was having so much...fun. So much enjoyment for just one performance of Katy Perry's Teenage Dream. But it was Blaine's and the Warbler's overall charisma and enjoyment of performing that probably makes it all the more infectious for the crowd to dance along. With the energy just bursting at the very seems that it's ready to just, well, burst. But it stays very balanced. And overall and enjoyable experience.
"You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream.
The way you turn me on.
I can't sleep.
Let's run away and don't ever look back. Don't ever look back.
'Imma get your heart racing in these skintight jeans.
Be your teenage dream tonight.
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream.
The way you turn me on.
I can't sleep.
Let's run away and don't ever look back. Don't ever look back.
My heart stops when you look at me.
Just one touch.
Now baby I believe.
This is real.
So take a chance and don't ever look back. Don't ever look back.
Imma get your heart racing in these skintight jeans.
Be your teenage dream tonight.
Let you put your hands on me in my skintight jeans.
Be your teenage dream tonight."
As the performance concluded, the crowd of private school boys bursts out into applause and cheers. Kurt gladly joining them. His eyes bugged out in awe. Just...wow. He had never seen a performance so energetic yet enjoyable as well. Well...maybe Wicked and Sound of Music. But no other show choir in the world, that he's ever seen, has ever compared to this. Not even the New Directions. Their competition was definitely steep this year...
Blaine
Blaine smiled as he received high fives from his fellow Warblers and classmates. But it didn't take him long to make his way over the obviously star-struck Kurt. His eyes were practically bugging out of his head and still clapping, even though most kids were leaving.
"So? Who's the spy...?" A boy asked Blaine.
"Yeah...should we scare him a little bit?" Another asked.
Blaine simply shook his head, "No um...I got a feeling he doesn't have many people..."
Blaine lightly laughed and placed his hand on Kurt's to make him stop. Which he did.
"Enjoy the show?" Kurt just nodded his head like a broken bobblehead. Making Blaine laugh. "Ok...calm down. Uh, would you um...maybe like to, get some coffee?" Kurt gulped as he saw two more boys walk up Blaine.
"Y'know...if we tell the Show Choir committee that you were here spying, we could get you disqualified..."
Kurt tried to put your brave face on but no prevail. "Um...how do you know I'm competing against you?" Kurt stupidly asked.
"Ok...why would someone who isn't competing against us, Spy?" Kurt gulped again.
"So, Kurt, why don't we go talk?" Blaine said simply. Kurt nodded and walked with them. Dreading that he ever decided to take, of all people's, Puck's advice...
Kurt
Kurt breathed deep as he sat in front of Blaine to two other boys. The pressure was on. He didn't know what to do. He was scared his ass was gonna get kicked for spying. Wouldn't surprise him. He heard there was this kid who was shoved into a locker for an entire weekend for spying on a Vocal Adrenaline practice session. Though, they might just be a legend...he really hoped he didn't have to be the real-life story...
"Latte?" Blaine offered, as he slowly slid the drink across the table to Kurt. Kurt mouthed a short "Thank You" in response, obvious anxiety seeping through every inch of him...
Kurt's guilty conscience finally caught up to him. He knew this was a risky move, but he didn't listen to himself. And now...oh god, he didn't want to know what consequences he may face.
"This is Wes and David," Blaine introduced his friends.
Kurt figured he might as well tell the truth. He was a terrible liar. And apparently, a really bad spy as well. He shouldn't have even pretended to be a "new student" in the first place.
"It's very civilized for you to invite me for coffee before you beat me up for spying," he attempted to keep a calm and collected presence in front of the three boys. But, of course, it didn't work.
"We are not going to beat you up," Wes said immediately. Just setting the record straight right there and then.
"You were such a terrible spy. We thought it was sort of endearing," David said, spying.
"Which," Blaine said, "made me think that spying on us wasn't really the reason you came." Blaine hit the dart right on the bullseye. God...he hoped none of them were homophobic...
"Can I ask you guys a question?" All of the boys nodded simultaneously and silently. Giving their permission. "Are you guys all gay?"
The boys bursted out into laughter, which made Kurt blush for even asking the question. Trying to mask his embarrassment. Mission Not Accomplished.
"Uh, no," Blaine answered, smiling brightly. For a second, Kurt felt his heart stop in disappointment. "Well, I mean, I am," Blaine pointed to his other friends on either side of him, "These two have girlfriends."
Kurt took another gulp of coffee. He needed to keep relaxed. Because of the whole..."Flirting with another gay boy, who might also have a boyfriend", thing.
"This is not a gay school. We just have a zero-tolerance harassment policy," David elaborated.
"Everybody gets treated the same, no matter what they are. It's pretty simple." Wes added simply.
Kurt began to tear up. So many mixed were swimming through his head. A zero-tolerance harassment policy. Kurt briefly closed his eyes to collect himself. Blaine tilted his head as he saw how Kurt was taking it all in. He felt he really needed to discuss with Kurt.
Blaine
Kurt's face when Wes and David discussed their zero-tolerance harassment policy, was all too familiar. It was the look of loneliness, isolation, even some flashes of regret. He had that same look when he faced an...incident at his old school. Kurt needed someone. Someone who wasn't just a parent. Someone who understood what he was going through and how it was affecting him. He knew this, because, he needed someone like that too. But with his dad always too busy with medical journals and his mom always going over legal briefs. Blaine had to be his own savior. But Kurt needed someone more than himself. He needed an ally. A friend.
"Would you guys excuse us?" Taking this as a cue to them just have a simple one on one, both boys nodded politely and slowly got up.
"Take it easy, Kurt," Wes offered as he and David left the room.
"I take it you're having trouble at school." Even though emotion was going to shake through his voice, Kurt decided he might as well be as blunt and honest as possible.
"I'm the only person out of the closet at my school," Kurt elaborated, "And I tried to stay strong about it, but there's this Neanderthal who's made it his mission to make my life a living hell." Kurt inhaled deeply before continuing. "And nobody seems to notice."
And that was always the worst part. The fact that no one ever really cares, or notices at all. Because, to a lot of people, it's seen as "normal" to bully out gay kids. And discrimination just flies by as a pass.
"I know how you feel," Blaine nodded, speaking the truth. "I got taunted at my old school, and it really pissed me off. I even complained about it to the faculty, and they were sympathetic and all but you could just tell that nobody really cared. It was like 'hey, if you're gay, you're life's just going to be miserable. Sorry, nothing we can do about it'."
Kurt's breath was shaky as he let Blaine continue. "So I left. I came here. Simple as that."
Yeah...but for Kurt, it wouldn't be that simple. Kurt lived in a middle-class household with a dad who is a mechanic and whose girlfriend is a nurse. Not exactly the largest income coming in. And the fact that he lived an hour and a half away was anything, and he refused to take the bus. Going to Dalton would be a dream come true. If only he could afford it...
"So," Blaine continued, "you have two options. I mean, I'd love to tell you just to come enroll here, but tuition at Dalton is kinda steep, and I know that's not an option for everybody. Or, you can refuse to be the victim." Kurt blinked several times to just let the tears that were threatening to come out roam free. There was nothing he could anymore to hide them. His eyes more red and puffy then when his allergies would flare up. "Prejudice is just ignorance, Kurt. And you have a chance, right now, to teach him."
"How?" Kurt simply asked.
"Confront him!" Blaine said matter of factly, "Call him out!" Kurt still needed a little convincing, obviously. "I ran, Kurt, I didn't stand up. I let bullies chase me away, and it is something that I really, really regret."
Blaine had never told anyone this before. Kurt was the first. But this was for his own benefit. He needed to know more than anyone else. Even more than his parents and his brother. Because Kurt was struggling. He knew what he was going through. And if he didn't help him, and Kurt ended up hurt. He doesn't know how he could live with himself.
"Thank you," Kurt spoke softly.
Kurt
Blaine slowly walked Kurt to his car. "Thanks for spying today. I know it sounds weird...but I'm glad I could've gotten to meet you. Even in such odd of circumstances." Kurt gave a light laugh at this.
"Thanks for helping me, Blaine. I don't know what I do without your words of wisdom." Now it was Blaine's time to blush. With a quick look at the ground and back up again.
"I knew when you gave that look. You were someone who needed guidance. And...you know what?" Blaine quickly got out a pen and piece of paper, quickly scribbling on it. "If you ever need to talk. I'm here." He handed Kurt the piece of paper and what Kurt saw was Blaine's number. Written in neat scrawl.
"A-Are you serious?" Kurt looked up and Blaine smiled.
"Dead serious. Now Kurt...all you need, is to have courage. With that, you do anything you set your mind to. You can take on the world. I promise." Kurt gave Blaine a hug. Tightly wrapping his arms around the other boy.
Blaine smiled and embraced the affection. Kurt needed this, so it was no real issue.
"Call me anytime you need to, Kurt." Kurt nodded and sat in his car. "And remember Kurt...have courage." Kurt smiled and drove off, so he wouldn't be late for English class.
Kurt grinned to himself all the way home. And how could he not? He was officially head over heels for the most beautiful boy within a 3-hour radius. And who knows...he might like him back?!
Kurt
It had been a few days since his first encounter with Blaine. And it had been a whirlwind of a few days. And as he sat and enjoyed the girl's performance of Start Me Up and Livin' On A Prayer. Especially grinning at Mercedes's confident and energetic performance. He received a text right in the middle of all the dancing and high-powered singing. He looked down at his phone and saw only one word that created a permanent smile on his face.
1 Notification
From: Blaine Anderson
Courage.
A few tears pricked in his eyes, but this time, it wasn't because he felt absolutely miserable. It was for absolute joy and inspiration. Not just that, but that single word made his heart skip a beat. This is, honestly, the first time he has been genuinely happy since his mom died. And he wanted this feeling to last forever.
Blaine
A particularly boring Warblers meeting only meant one thing. Blaine needed a distraction. And needed one now. He figured Kurt was probably in class, so he looked up as Wes droned on about harmonies and parts and whatnot, and snuck a look at his phone. He smiled as he saw a new text from Kurt.
1 Notification
From: Kurt Hummel
Ok...I'm taking your advice. I need to talk to that guy.
Is there anything you can give me for some extra confidence?
Blaine giggled lightly and sent one solitary word to help boost Kurt up before he confronted this bully he'd spent talking about before:
Courage.
Blaine hoped he made Kurt's day with this. Kurt needed someone who could help look out for him. Someone who knew the same struggles he did. Blaine hoped to be that person...
Kurt
Kurt smiled down at his phone as he walked through the hall right before lunch. He had to make a certain stop at his locker first. But before he could do anything...SLAM!
Kurt looked up and shuttered as he saw Karofsky walk away. This was his moment. He had to do it now. If he didn't speak out what he was feeling now...he never would. He had to do this now. He had to have courage.
He heard Blaine's voice speaking in his head: "Prejudice is just ignorance, Kurt. And you have a chance, right now, to teach him."
He could do it. Courage.
"HEY! HEY!" Kurt screamed as he ran after Karofsky and into the locker room. He didn't care if people stared. Or called him names. Or threw him in dumpsters and pushed him into lockers. Right now was the moment he needed to teach Karosky. Tell him how it felt to get punched and pummeled. And let him know how it felt to be called a "fag" and a "fairy". This was in. Courage.
"HEY! I'M TALKING TO YOU!" Kurt screamed as he pushed open the door with as much force as his pretty much-lacking muscles could muster.
"Girl's locker room is next door," Karofsky quipped. Not even looking at the other boy who entered mere seconds ago.
"What is your problem?!" Kurt stomped over to Karofsky. Screaming right in his face. Trying to make him feel how the taller boy had been doing for months.
"Excuse me?" Karofsky spoke with grit and aggression. With the same intensity as Kurt was giving back.
"What are you so scared of?" He got right up in Karofsky face. He was in such an adrenaline rush.
"Besides you sneaking in here to peek at my junk?" That stupid fucking stereotype was more annoying than the one where he was asked constantly where his makeup and heels were. If even one of these boys would educate themselves, it would help make the world a much better place.
"Oh, yeah, every straight guy's nightmare: that all of us gays are secretly out to molest and convert you! "Well guess what, hamhock? You're not my type!" And the truth had been let out. And Karofsky gave a look of offense and anger. Like he was about to punch Kurt. But Kurt could take it. He was on such a kick, nothing could tear him down now.
"That right?" Karofsky's hands curled into fists. He didn't want to hear this from such a kid he hated. But there was no other choice. He had to receive what he had been giving out for weeks. If he could dish it out, he should be able to take it.
"Yeah," Kurt confirmed, "I don't dig on chubby boys who sweat too much and are going to be bald by the time they're thirty." That was the rudest thing Kurt has ever spat. But, it was true. It was all true. And Karofsky needed to hear it.
Confusion and complex anger flashed on Karofsky's face as he raised his fist as he spoke back, "Do not push me, Hummel."
"You gonna hit me? Do It." Kurt could take it. Couldn't be worse than all the times before...right?
"Don't push me!" He slammed his fist against the wall of lockers next to him. Karofsky meant business. But, then again, so was Kurt.
"Hit me," Balling his hands into fists of his own. He could handle all of what Karofsky was preparing to give him. "Because it's not going to change who I am. You can't punch the gay out of me any more than I can punch the ignoramus out of you!"
"Get out of my face!" Karofsky roared like a lion or wolf on the prowl. Like he was about to strike any second.
"You are nothing but a scared little boy," He brought a pointed finger up to put his point into greater perspective, "who can't handle how extraordinarily ordinary you are!"
Then...only moments later. Karofsky gripped the sides of Kurt's face...and kissed him. Once he went back, Kurt stood frozen in place. Hands trembling as did the rest of his body. Before his mouth was pressed against the other boy's once more, Kurt lifted his hands to protect himself from a second experience. In anger and anguish, Karofsky slammed his fists against the lockers once more before he left. Kurt backed up and pressed his back against the cold metal and slid down, holding his legs close to his chest. Shivering and crying. There was no one here. There was no Blaine. No one to tell him it was gonna be alright.
And then...he remembered...
Blaine
Blaine smiled as he saw Kurt's name flash on his phone screen as he sat at lunch with Jeff, Wes, and David. "Sorry, guys. 'Gotta take this..." They all nodded understandingly. Blaine walked into the hall and answered the phone. "How's my little soldier?" But he only received loud sobs in return, "Kurt? A-Are you ok...?" Concern seeped into his words as he heard the other boy's distress in the form of cries.
"P-Please just come to my school. I-I need to tell you here." Blaine nodded, even though he knew Kurt couldn't see him. "I-I'll be in the locker room. It's on the far end of the East hallway. Just...please come."
All Blaine did was utter "uh huh's" and "ok's" as Kurt gave directions from Westerville to Lima. If you asked Kurt, he was already there.
About an hour and a half, there were subtle footsteps coming from outside in the hall into the locker room. Kurt froze, he didn't know if it was Karofsky to shove his tongue down his throat some more or Blaine who came to comfort him. His slowly looked up but his fear melted away as he saw it was the ladder.
"BLAINE!" Kurt rushed up and held onto the slightly shorter boy and sobbed into his shoulder. Blaine just held onto Kurt and let it all out until he was ready to talk. And a few minutes later, he was.
Kurt
Kurt led him to where he knew Karofsky would probably be. "Mingling" with his jock buddies on the stairs leading to the courtyard.
"Ok...I promise you can tell me what happened at your own pace. But I won't force you." Kurt nodded but knew he needed to tell Blaine. He was honest with Kurt, so he deserved the same treatment.
"I...was standing up to, the bully who's been...picking on me. And...right as I was about to tell him how it made me all feel. He-He...kissed me." Shock rang all over Blaine's face and he pulled Kurt into a tighter hug. For all he knew, this could've been Kurt's first kiss.
"Oh, Kurt...I am so so sorry." He let go and looked in straight in the eyes. "But you need to know, that none of this, is your fault. You stood up for yourself, and that is all the matters," Kurt sniffed and nodded. Wiping his eyes.
"God...I probably look like a trainwreck." Kurt got up and went to his locker and to pull out some tissues.
"Hey," Blaine started and got Kurt to look at him, "No matter what anyone says. Never stop believing that aren't beautiful. Not even for a second. You would make any boy lucky if you were their boyfriend. And...If you need anything. Ever. I am always here. Even if I'm right in the middle of class or a solo," This made Kurt laugh a little bit in relief, "I will always come to help you in aid." Kurt smiled. No one ever treated Kurt this good before. Besides family members, of course. "Is there anything I can do that can make your day any better after this?" Kurt nodded.
"Can you help me talk to him?" Blaine nodded.
"Of course." One last sniff into a tissue.
Blaine
"Thanks again for coming," Kurt thanked him as they headed up the stairs. There was no greater thanks Kurt could think of for all he was already doing to help him.
"Don't worry about it. Just let me do the talking." Kurt nodded. He didn't have much confidence at this moment, so he couldn't probably confront Karofsky himself anyway.
"There he is," Kurt spoke softly and carefully, pointing low enough so Karofsky didn't notice. But high enough to give Kurt an idea of who he was talking about.
Blaine nodded. He knew the time. The jock who cackled with his friends as they made "No Homo" comments everytime they patted each other on the ass during games and practice. The type of guys who smell of beef sticks, bear, and burgers. Even if they're underage. And especially the type of guys who felt it was amusing to pick the kid they found the weakest and shove them into uncomfortable situations. Just to get their own sick kicks.
"I've got your back," Blaine offered and continued walking up to the bigger boy. "Excuse me." Blaine addressed Karofsky, only receiving a sneering look in return.
"Hey, lady boys," Karofsky spoke and then motioned to Kurt than Blaine. "This your boyfriend, Kurt?"
Chills sent down Kurt's spine. Even though he stood up the other boy, he was still dead terrified of him.
"Kurt and I would like to talk to you about something," Ignoring the question but with a defensive push and shove. This made Blaine continue, "Kurt told me what you did," Karofsky turned. This was gonna be one tough conversation.
"Oh yeah?" Karofsky challenged. "What's that?" Karofsky spoke to the boys with absolute contempt.
"You kissed me." Kurt sneered. Yes. Sneered.
This gave Karofsky a defensive tone. Trying to keep all of his dignity in tack. "I don't know what you're talking about." He looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping their conversation.
But all Blaine could see, was a scared boy. Someone who was utterly terrified of being someone who he knew would get him trampled on for the rest of his life. And that was understandable. All he did was try to make Karofsky understand that he was using the wrong form of action.
"It seems like you might be a little confused," Blaine spoke calmly and gently. Attempting to get through to David. But nothing seemed to be working. "And that's totally normal. This is a very hard thing to come to terms with, and you should just know that you're not alone."
Karofsky froze as he was stepping away. The harsh punch of reality being way too hard to swallow. He shoved Blaine against the cagey blue wall and Blaine drew up his arms in defense. Knowing this was apart of the game. Karofsky just particularly loved playing it with more violence than usual. "Do not mess with me!"
Regaining some confidence, Kurt rushed over and pulled Karofsky off of Blaine. "You have to stop this!"
Karosky gave them a brief stare before rushing down the stairs. Holding back his tears. Blaine leaned against a rail and offered out loud, "Well he's never coming out any time soon!" Kurt composed himself, besides a few sniffs, and took a place on the steps behind him. Trying not to cry as well. Blaine looked over at Kurt and concern hit him again for Kurt like a ton of bricks. "What's going on?" Asked and took a spot next to Kurt. "Why are you so upset?"
It was clear to everyone that Kurt was crying. But Blaine was the only person who deserved to know why. At least, in Kurt's book. "Because up until yesterday...I had never been kissed. At least, when it counted."
Wow. Blaine didn't know what to say, and if he could even fathom the words to speak. Whereas Blaine had never been kissed at all, Kurt's first kiss with a boy was stolen from him. Kind of like his virginity. But way different as well.
"Come on," Blaine suggested, "I'll buy you lunch."
This made Kurt smile and they walked off down the stairs.
Kurt
Kurt smiled as he talked on the phone with Blaine. He just felt so comfortable and relaxed. Like he could...finally be his whole self around someone finally.
"...And I'm gonna take you to this really cool coffee place right in between Lima and Westerville. Their coffee is to die for. You'll love it. It's called The Lima Bean."
Kurt giggled lightly at the pun before speaking. "Yeah...I-I've been there before. But not for a while. No...but yeah, we should totally do that sometime."
For the first time in a long time, Kurt felt comfortable in his own skin. And he liked this feeling.
A/N: Ok guys, I'm gonna be blunt. I'm exhausted. Currently, as I write these words, it is 4:18 AM here. And I've spent 3 days writing this for you guys to get something for New Years. And I promise I will try to update more and focus on plot bunnies less this year. If you can even call that a Resolution. Well...happy 2019, everyone! Talk to you soon! (Figuratively speaking, of course). Oh...and P.S: Props to me for writing more than 5000+ words in one document. Ok...anyone, thanks for reading everyone.
