Alright, so I haven't really written anything in a while and I figured I might as well practice my angst, so there is this. I have the basic idea of this story but I guess I'll just wait until it takes me somewhere. I really hope you enjoy it and I hope you review, even if it's a review telling me how much I suck.
My tumblr is wendlabergmangabor and I think you should follow me if you'd like. This whole story is based off of an Omegle conversation..and...yeah, I just thought to make a story out of it.
This story will still contain the whole Karofsky kissing Kurt issue. It may have some slight non-con in future chapters, but I'll make sure to add a warning if I even do add it into the story, so please read at your own risk. The exits are to the right and the left and please have a safe flight among the Glee plane. Which is owned by Ryan Murphy. Not me. Not ever. Unfortunately.
Blaine Anderson had his eyes on Kurt Hummel. Of course, Kurt didn't know that yet. Well, he had no way of knowing, considering Blaine hasn't even mustered up the courage to talk to the gorgeous boy. He usually doesn't get nervous. He really doesn't, it's just every time Kurt is in close proximity with him, he feels like he's paralyzed from the neck down.
Blaine has had his eyes on Kurt Hummel since sophomore year. Being juniors now, Blaine feels like he should at least start a conversation with the tall countertenor. He really tries his best to be noticed by him, but he doesn't know if it's succeeding.
He noticed- well, everyone notices- how his fellow teammates bully Kurt, and he's done his best to get that to stop. He may not have enough balls to talk to Kurt, but he sure as hell is going to do his best to make sure he is at least safe. Sure, his friends were a little hostile at first, complaining about how "it's fun Blaine, really," and that, "c'mon, Anderson, we know you wanna shove something up his ass, but that's your problem." But sooner rather than later, they loosed up and finally gave up their efforts in trying to argue with him.
Well, everyone but Karofsky. To be honest, though, Blaine has no idea what Karofsky has against Kurt. He would see him following the pale boy, shoving him into lockers and whispering threats- all of which he has tried to stop, thank you very much- but there seems to be so much more going on than that. Something he can't quite seem to understand. I mean, he's tried asking Karofsky to back off, but of course he'd reply with his usual homophobic remark and slither away before Blaine could question anything.
So, when he knocked into Kurt Hummel in the middle of the hallway on a regular Friday afternoon, he didn't first notice his gorgeous blue eyes or flawless hair, he noticed the look of fear he had on his face. As if he were trying to get away from someone.
Kurt cautiously walked out of his French classroom, looking around the crowded hallway and making sure that one particular person was no where to be seen. After sighing a deep sigh of relief, he walks into the hallway towards his locker, putting on his usual air of confidence.
Reaching his locker, he enters his combination quickly before opening the locker to place his French book inside. Grabbing his English binder and textbook, he shuts his locker before briefly making eye contact with Karofsky. Kurt tenses up, feeling the unwanted lingering eyes on him as they burn into his flesh. He's never felt so exposed before..and all just by a gaze.
Before he realizes what he's doing, he takes off in the opposite direction, not caring that he probably looks like an idiot and only wanting to get as far away as possible from him. He can feel himself getting upset over the memory of his first kiss being stolen. He closes his eyes, continuing running down the hall and away until he thuds against another object, falling to the ground as his materials scatter about. He quickly sniffles, getting ready to lash out on whoever got in his way before looking up and realizing that it was Blaine Anderson. Kurt has had a crush on Blaine since...since forever, basically, but the boy was the most popular guy in school. Kurt felt a flush creep up his neck as he looks down and tries to gather his scattered objects. "Sorry," he mutters, afraid of whatever response he feels Blaine would give him.
"No need to be sorry. I should have looked where I was going." He says kindly, leaning down to pick up a few of Kurt's notes that had fallen out of his binder. "Why are you in such a hurry?"
Kurt shakes his head as he stares up at Blaine disbelievingly, "I just...need to get away from someone," he says in a quiet whisper before chancing a glance at Karofsky, who was still staring at Kurt from down the hall. Kurt shivers before graciously taking the books Blaine had handed him and getting himself up. Kurt notices how Blaine followed his gaze, a look of anger etched on his face when Blaine saw Karofsky. Cocking his head to the side, Kurt watches as Blaine meets Karofsky's gaze, making the bully walk off.
"Why are you helping me? Is this some sort of trick?"
Kurt really wondered, because this was Blaine Anderson who was friends with all the guys on the football team. Blaine Anderson who shouldn't be seen talking to guys like Kurt. Blaine Anderson who has never talked to him before in his life.
Blaine furrowed his eyebrows, a look of confusion and hurt taking over his face as he stares down at Kurt.
"I'm sorry for not being a complete asshole? I don't like how those guys make fun of you, but I guess it doesn't really matter, does it? Apparently I can't be a genuine person, now can I?" He says in a huff, turning around to go and leave before Kurt grabs his arm gently.
"No..please..don't go. I'm sorry, Blaine, I really am. I'm just...not used to too many people being nice to me, especially people like you. I-I really am grateful for what you did back there with Karofsky. No one..no one usually seems to care." Kurt looks down, trying to regain composure as he takes a deep breath, "I'm..I'm the school freak, okay? I'm not used to anyone helping me. I-I'm sorry."
Kurt wraps his arms around himself, looking up and feeling the tears fill his eyes. He hates how easily he's just crying in front of this guy. He hates how Karofsky makes him cry like this. He hates how vulnerable he feels.
"You're not a freak," Blaine points out, hand cupping Kurt's chin to make him look him in the eyes, " and I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have...I understand completely. I just want to let you know that I genuinely do want to make sure you're okay."
Kurt looks at Blaine, smiling when he feels Blaine's thumb ghosting over his cheek to rid away of a fallen tear.
"Thank you," he says in a whisper, "Thank you so much."
"There's no need to thank me, Kurt."
"Actually, I feel like I can't thank you enough."
Blaine laughs, looking down to shake his head, "Kurt, seriously, it's no problem. No one deserves to be treated the way you are. I want to make sure you're alright."
Kurt's heart flutters as a small smile takes over his face, "You'd do that for me?" He questions in a whisper, "But, you're friends with the football team..I don't understand."
"They can be idiots, Kurt. It's like they've suffered severe brain damage or something," He says, causing Kurt to laugh. "You know, you should laugh more often. It's a beautiful noise."
Kurt blushes, looking down at his hands as he tries to contain his smile. "Thank you." He says, looking up to meet his gaze.
Blaine chuckles, looking around the nearly empty hallway as he holds out his hand, "Here, let me buy you lunch."
Well? I know it's not too long but this is just the starting point, I guess. Oh, and if you are my mysterious Omegle partner, then just tell me and I'll credit you and such :)
