Disclaimer: No, I still don't own Glee :(
Bones.
Nine pages. He had to learn nine pages of French vocabulary, which was the one thing he was no good at.
Blaine sighed deeply. He had no idea it would be this much. Luckily it was Friday and he had the entire weekend to learn all of it. He just hoped he wouldn't get too distracted (although, honestly, that was exactly what he hoped would happen). But he had decided to start today, just in case he didn't have any time in the weekend.
This was because his parents loved impromptu visits to his grandmother. Too bad for him, she didn't like him and wasted not one single opportunity to point out his mistakes and flaws. She lived about an hour away. She also lived near a beach, which was one of the places Blaine could run to if her slightly hateful comments towards him got too much. He'd walk along the beach, imagining walking there with someone by his side. Someone who loved him.
Lately, that person had been Kurt. Granted, they only started dating two weeks ago and it was probably way too early to tell Kurt he loved him with all his heart. But even before they started dating, Blaine imagined what it would be like to do couple-y things with someone.
And ever since he had met Kurt all those months ago, even though he didn't notice it himself, it was always Kurt he saw himself with, sitting in a restaurant, eating dinner, or even simply talking about things that actually didn't matter at all.
Kurt managed to make everything he said sound interesting to Blaine. How he did it? Blaine wouldn't know.
Suddenly, Blaine realized he had been zoning out, once again daydreaming over his gorgeous boyfriend. He had also been staring at his French without actually learning anything. Once again, he sighed and closed his textbook, knowing it wouldn't be any use trying to study now that Kurt was on his mind. He stood up and walked over to his bed, where he let himself fall on his stomach. He buried his face in his pillow, thinking about Kurt.
Their first kiss a week ago. It had been mind-blowing. And even that was the understatement of the year. Kurt's tongue really could do magical things and even though Blaine had been daydreaming about kissing him several times… a day… the real thing was so, so much better.
Their first date last Saturday. It hadn't been much fun to Blaine. Mainly, he just thought he'd failed, because everything he had planned had seemed to go wrong.
First, he was about to pick Kurt up, when his big brother Cooper came walking round the corner, just as Blaine was passing by. Unfortunately, Cooper had been carrying a glass of hot chocolate.
They bumped into each other, which lead to Cooper spilling at least three quarters of his drink over Blaine's new suit, which he had bought just for the occasion of taking Kurt out on the (hopefully) most perfect date ever. Blaine was pissed, the hot chocolate stung on his skin and caused Cooper to cower and run away from a screaming Blaine. Blaine had sighed and had sent a text to Kurt about him being late.
So after changing into a suit that actually was just that bit too big, he drove to Kurt's.
Blaine had tried to sing his emotions away, as he usually did when he got pissed off.
This time, it was because his suit looked like he was a toddler, trying on his daddy's clothes to look like a man. He felt ridiculous. Still, when he was picking up Kurt, he noticed that Kurt did stare at him for a bit, especially at his clothes, but he also noticed that Kurt had been so kind to keep his mouth shut about it.
Then came the most horrifying part of the evening. They had gone to Breadstix, even though Kurt half-heartedly complained it was too expensive, while Blaine insisted on paying, since it was him who had asked Kurt out on the date in the first place.
Once they got there, they seated themselves right next to the window, so they could look at other things too, instead of having to awkwardly stare at each other the entire time. Not that things were ever awkward between them, but still. Just to make sure?
Blaine had noticed Kurt looked absolutely wonderful in his dark-blue striped suit with a lighter blue bowtie. So he told him so. Kurt just looked at him for a second, as if he was trying to find any sign of Blaine joking about him looking wonderful.
Finding none, he smiled and ducked his head while muttering a soft 'thank you'. But Blaine had most definitely seen the barely visible blush on the smaller boy's cheeks. So Blaine just smiled…
Until he heard a familiar voice behind him. Kurt had whipped up his head so fast that Blaine was afraid he might have hurt his neck some way or another, but then he turned around.
Of course Santana and Puck just had to be right behind them when Blaine commented on Kurt being beautiful.
And of course that lead to the most embarrassing comments of the two about what Blaine might have been thinking about. Most of the comments were about sex, which was one of the things that still made Kurt rather uncomfortable and Blaine knew that. So he tried to tell them to go away, but they just pulled some chair away from other tables and seated themselves right next to the two blushing boys.
It wasn't until ten minutes after that, when Santana and Puck started talking about the things the two boys must have been doing in the bedroom (which never happened, Blaine thought, as if anyone would actually hear the thoughts and be convinced… But honestly, nothing had happened…) that Kurt suddenly heaved a long sigh and stood up, pulling Blaine's arm to get him to come with him and telling the other two that they were being childish and that it was none of their business what the two of them did.
Then, he pulled Blaine out of Breadstix, telling him he was sorry about his two complete idiots that he apparently called friends. Blaine had reassured him that it was okay and that they could just go and take a walk instead. And maybe buy something at the Lima Bean if it was still open.
They had walked without speaking a word to each other for five minutes. Then they turned around the corner. Blaine had been staring at his feet and didn't see what Kurt did.
'Um, Blaine.' He had said with this reluctant tone in his voice, that made Blaine turn around immediately. Kurt just pointed to the Lima Bean and Blaine saw it.
It was dark and so obviously closed. Blaine had felt a twinge of disappointment in his chest. He was so sure he had completely ruined their date. It couldn't get any worse than that.
It could.
Blaine knew it as soon as he felt something wet dripping right on the tip of his nose.
Rain.
He had groaned and turned his head to Kurt to apologize as much as he could, only to find Kurt fumbling around with something in his hands. By then it was already rather dark, so Blaine only knew it had to be something like a cell phone, because there was light coming from whatever it was that Kurt had in his hands. But even though Blaine was curious, he couldn't help still apologizing to Kurt for their miserable date. Kurt had just looked up at him, had shaken his head and smiled that toothless smile that, for some reason, never ceased to make Blaine melt into a puddle of teenage hormones. And no, not the… dirty kind.
Suddenly, he had realized what Kurt was fumbling around with all the time. An iPod. He had put one of his earbuds in his ear and had motioned for Blaine to take the other one. 'To save this date' Kurt had told him with a wink. Blaine had merely smiled.
Their date had ended with both of them being soaked to the bone, dancing in the rain as if no one else could see them anyway. When Blaine had brought Kurt home, Kurt had given him the sweetest goodnight kiss ever. The kind that made Blaine swoon and blush and silently scream with joy and happiness.
But he would never tell Kurt that. Even though he knew Kurt probably already knew anyway.
He always knew the things about Blaine that sometimes Blaine himself didn't even know.
Cuddling in the choir room, just because they could, and because they had been the first ones to be there. There was this old couch that should have been used for some school play that was cancelled for some reason (Blaine believed it was called 'Rocky Horror something'). Soon, both of them had been fast asleep. Of course, the New Directions couldn't let them live this down. They had taken tons and tons of pictures, until Kurt woke up and he then had started screaming at them that they were violating his privacy and Blaine just woke up and looked like a goddamned lost puppy. Yes, they did take pictures of that. Blaine had just been staring wide-eyed at Kurt, until he turned around and looked quite ashamed of himself for screaming in front of Blaine. He went to apologize, until he heard Blaine chuckle. Then he had finally looked up to Blaine, who had just been sitting there, smiling sleepily at his boyfriend…
Beep beep beep.
Blaine looked up from his rather comfortable place on his bed, annoyed with his phone to start beeping and with that, disturbing him in the middle of his thoughts.
But then, Blaine realized it might have been Kurt. And so, he practically jumped up from his bed, almost tumbling over in his hurry to get to his cellphone.
The caller ID said Kurt. Blaine smiled unconsciously. And he picked up his phone with a happy:
'Hey, sweetie!' But it was silent for a couple of seconds, which naturally caused Blaine to worry.
'Kurt?'
'Um, hello.' A gruff voice spoke. It was most definitely not Kurt, because Blaine would have noticed the countertenor's high voice everywhere. And this was most definitely NOT Kurt.
'Excuse me, but who exactly are you and what have you done to my boyfriend?' Blaine couldn't help but being so suspicious. He just got worried rather quickly when it came to Kurt.
'So you are Blaine?' The voice, who now seemed vaguely familiar, even though Blaine couldn't quite think of a name.
'Yes?' He said, unsure of what else to say.
'Hello, Blaine, Burt Hummel here, Kurt's father.' Oh, so that's where he heard the voice.
'I'm calling you to tell you that Kurt is on his way to the hospital now with Carole…' Burt didn't get very far.
'WHAT?' Blaine panicked immediately. The worst scenarios came to his mind.
Kurt beaten up by homophobes.
Kurt in some car crash.
'Kid, calm down. It's not too bad.' Burt tried to calm him down, but it didn't work.
'HOW CAN IT NOT BE BAD? KURT IS GOING TO THE HOSPITAL AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED!' Blaine was in a major panicking mode now.
'Blaine. I want you to take a deep breath and listen to me now, okay?' Burt asked gently, but there was a very serious undertone in his voice, which basically demanded Blaine to shut up and listen. So Blaine took a couple of deep breaths and sat back down on his bed.
'Blaine? Are you still there?'
'Yeah…' Blaine's answer came out a lot smaller sounding than it was first.
'Okay. I heard a noise today, like something fell down the stairs.' Blaine's breath hitched, but Burt ignored it this time, knowing otherwise there would be no way he would ever finish telling Blaine what happened.
'I thought it was a box or something, so I called Kurt's name to ask him what happened. Suddenly, he was standing in the doorway, no idea where the boy came from at first. But as soon as I saw his face, I knew it wasn't a box. Then Kurt, sassy as he is, showed me his wrist and told me he thought there might be something really wrong with it. Carole just walked in from the kitchen, having heard what he said and immediately took him to the hospital to let his wrist get checked, even though I'm pretty sure it's broken.'
Blaine was silent for a minute.
'What hospital is he in then?' He hoped Burt would at least tell him where.
'Kid, listen. I just had to tell you this, because Kurt asked me to. But I also know that Kurt will look horrible once he gets home and you know what he's like when it comes to appearance, don't you?'
'… When can I at least call him?'
'Tomorrow should be fine.'
'Okay, then I'll just call him tomorrow.'
'Okay, goodnight then.'
'Goodnight, Burt.'
'And kid?'
'Huh?' Blaine was really tired, but also worried right now, and all he wanted to do was to see his boyfriend. To make sure he was fine.
'Try to get some sleep.' With that, Burt hung up the phone, leaving Blaine sitting on his bed with the thought of his boyfriend being hurt. And he couldn't handle that thought, not at all.
Blaine let out one of the deepest sighs ever. He knew he couldn't do anything right now. So, he chose to lie back on his bed again and closed his eyes.
He was running. He had no idea where he was, but all around him were people. But as he took a closer look, he realized they weren't people, but cardboards. All kinds of different cardboards. He was in a street that seemed to have no name, but still looked very familiar. Blaine just had no idea where he's seen all of it before. Maybe on one of the many trips to foreign countries his parents took him on? That should be it.
By now he had stopped running, but he heard something. A voice. Calling his name. It got darker and darker, and as it got darker, more and more of the cardboards seemed to vanish.
Suddenly, he couldn't see any further than just about 3 feet around him. He stopped and the voice was very clear by now.
'…ine. Blaine. BLAINE.' It was Kurt's voice, but after a while, when Blaine himself starts yelling Kurt's name, the 'Blaine's' manage to turn into 'I hate you's'. Blaine's eyes widen. Kurt was right in front of him. He just looked at Blaine and all was silent.
Too silent.
Then Kurt opened his mouth and started screaming again.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Wait, what? Everything went black and Blaine then opened his eyes.
After he's adjusted to the light surrounding him everywhere, he became aware that he was in his own room. In his bed, with his clothes from the day before still on, instead of in his pajamas. He must've fallen asleep last night, when he had laid down.
Blaine thought about yesterday, about the phone call from Burt, and remembered he should call Kurt. So he picked up his phone.
His first reaction was shocked, seeing as it was already 11:35 AM. He never woke up that late. Usually he woke up around 9:30.
His second reaction was joy. He had 3 texts. All three of them were from Kurt.
But his last reaction was fear. What if it had been Burt who had sent the text, telling him there was something really wrong with Kurt? What if it was Kurt, telling him he hated Blaine for not being there for him when he needed him?
Just then he realized it was probably for the best if he just opened the texts, instead of worrying about things that were ridiculous and most likely not even the case.
'Hai blein. Juss bavk form hos[uttal now. Yayy'
'Hey, Blaine. My father told me he called you about what happened yesterday. It's not too bad, though.'
'Hey, Blaine. You're probably still asleep, but call me when you wake up, okay? Sorry about that first text, by the way. Painkillers and I just don't mix very well.'
Blaine was still laughing as he dialled Kurt's number, waiting for it to be picked up on the other side of the line.
'Hey.' Kurt said.
'Hey, how are you?'
'Doing pretty good. My arm still hurts, though. My wrist in particular. But other than that, it was just a bit scary. That's all.' Typical thing for Kurt to say, to just dismiss it as if it's not important. But it is. At least to Blaine it is.
'Can I stay the night at yours?' Blaine asks, knowing he shouldn't push his boyfriend into saying that it is important. Because the one thing that can piss off Kurt Hummel so much that you should be terrified to come even near him, then it's pity.
'Sure, why not? It's a Saturday after all. And the weather is very good, too. So you should at least get your ass out of your bed by now.' Blaine heard Kurt laugh softly and smiled.
'Wait…' And then he realized.
'How did you know I'm still in bed?' Something was telling Blaine it was a stupid question, but he was dying to talk to his boyfriend some more.
'I'm just that awesome.' Kurt chuckled. 'That, and I hear the rustling of your blankets.'
Blaine smiled.
They talked to each other for a little while longer. Then Kurt hung up and Blaine started getting together his stuff for his sleepover at Kurt's.
Once he was done packing his stuff, he turned to walk out the door. That's when he saw it. A marker, which would be perfect to write with on Kurt's cast.
So he grabbed it and put it in his pocket.
Once he was at Kurt's, he was allowed to write on his cast (and Blaine, overexcited puppy that he is, was overenthusiastic and completely forgot what it was he wanted to write) and in the evening, he fell asleep with Kurt in his arms.
Life couldn't get any better than that. Not for Blaine.
'I love you. Forever.' Was on Kurt's cast for weeks after that particular evening.