We sat on my bed, backs against pills and the wall. My head was lying on his shoulder as our fingers were laced together. I smiled to myself.
"How did I get so lucky?"
As we sat in silence, only enjoying each other's presence I could tell something was wrong. I sat up and looked at the side of his face. He looked distraught, just staring at the wall. He didn't even flinch when he noticed I was not leaning on him anymore. I squeezed his hand and he shook his head releasing his gaze from the wall and turning it on me.
I rubbed my thumb over his hand.
"What's wrong?" I whispered gently.
Tears gathered in his eyes, but he swallowed as if that would make them go away.
He shook his head. "Nothing. Everything's great.
I only stared at him longer, knowing this was a lie.
"Blaine Anderson. I've known you for more than a year. We've been together for more than seven months. I know you better then you think. So talk to me. What's wrong?"
He tried to smile but it didn't quite meet his eyes.
"I'm not fitting in. I only have you and Rachel. And Rachel is even sometimes debatable. No one likes me. I can tell. Especially Finn. Last year, we got along pretty well... At least that's what I thought. But now he hates me. I just don't belong." He let out a shaky sigh as a tear ran down his cheek.
I put my arm around his shoulders pulling him close as he cried. He buried his face in my chest. I didn't even care that this shirt would be ruined. I whispered quietly trying to make him stop.
He sat up a little and leaned his head on my shoulder, wiping the tears on his cheeks. I rested my chin on his head, rubbing small circles in his back.
"Trust me Blaine, no one hates you. They're just jealous of your amazing talent. And don't listen to Finn... He's just a douche bag. He has no right to talk down to anyone... Despite how short said person is." I heard him let out a small chuckle at this. I let a small smile play on my lips. I kissed the top of his head. "Believe me; they will learn how to absolutely love you, alright? Just wait and see. It will get better."
He sat up and looked at me.
"Promise?"
"I promise. And if they don't, I'll be the first one to throw the punch." He smiled at this. "And really now, who can't love your adorableness?"
He started laughing now. "Kurt, you can stop lying. And plus, is that even a word?"
"It's in the Kurt dictionary. Look it up. And I'm not lying. Every day you take my breath away."
He pulled me impossibly closer until our lips met. It started out slow and gentle, but turned into a more passionate one. We scooted down so we were now lying on the bed. As the kiss deepened, he rolled me on my back so he was on top of me.
"Blaine, everyone's home. We can't." I managed to get out.
He let his head fall on my shoulder and I could hear a soft whine.
"Later, I promise." I said through a laugh.
He pushed up so he looked me in the eyes.
"Fine." He said with a fake pout as he rolled over so he had his back to me.
I rolled on my side and he moved backwards so his back was against my chest. I kissed the back of his neck and whispered, "It will get better. I promise."
