"Wait, what?" Kurt laughs a little bit, raises his eyebrows.
"I'm uh…" Blaine sounds confused, but he's smiling slightly.
"What? What is it?" Kurt's still laughing, but the sounds dried up a little bit.
Blaine cocks his head to the side and says in a bemused voice, "Rachel Berry just asked me out."
"Oh my God, that is brilliant!" Kurt exclaims.
But then he realises something. "Hang on, why did you say yes? Blaine, you can't lead her on!"
"Who uh… who says I'm leading her on?" Blaine says, sitting next to Kurt.
"Umm Blaine, you're gay!" Kurt laughs.
Blaine shrugs. "I've never even had a boyfriend. And when I kissed her… it felt nice. I don't know, but I might as well give it a go."
"What are you saying Blaine?" Kurt's mouth has gone dry.
"Maybe I'm not gay Kurt. Maybe I'm bi."
"Bisexual does not exist Blaine. It's just something gay guys say in high school so that they can feel normal for a change," Kurt hisses.
Blaine leans back.
Kurt sort of tunes out then. No, not tunes out. Something like it though. He is aware that he is saying hurtful things, and he is aware that Blaine is responding, that Blaine is upset. But nothing really sinks in until Blaine leans close to him and whispers, "Fuck you," into his ear.
That's when Kurt pays attention.
"Blaine wait," he calls as the other boy storms off.
Kurt stands up. "Blaine."
It's a few hours later when Kurt makes up his mind. He had been warring with himself for the past hour over whether he should go find Blaine and apologise, or just leave it. Eventually he decides to do the mature thing and say sorry, so that's how he ends up in his car at ten o'clock at night driving to a party that Wes had said Blaine would probably be at.
When he gets there, Kurt wrinkles his nose. The house is full of drunken Dalton boys mixed in with girls from the sister school, St. Catherine's, a surprisingly non-religious school, despite the name.
"Kurt! Wassup?" a drunken David yells from where he's slumped on the floor.
"Hey," Kurt says, walking over to him. "Do you have any idea where Blaine is?"
"Ummm…" David says, trying to pull himself up. "Upstairs? I dunno."
Kurt helps David stand before turning and jogging up the stairs.
"Blaine?" Kurt whispers, opening a door. "Oh crap, sorry!" he exclaims, but the couple kissing on the bed don't pay him any attention.
The house the parties at is massive, and Kurt opens a few more wrong doors before he finds himself standing in front of the last door. It's open.
Kurt's stomach drops. He can't breath.
Blaine is in the room all right.
But so is another guy. Another guy that Blaine is making out with.
Kurt is frozen, can't move. He wants to look away. Can't.
It takes a minute, but eventually the other guy notices him.
"Excuse me?" he says, pulling back from Blaine and raising an eyebrow. "Do you want something?"
It hits Kurt how attractive the guy is. He can't look at him though, is too busy staring at Blaine. Blaine, with his usually gelled hair all mussed up, Blaine with his shirt un-buttoned. Blaine with his pants undone.
The other boy notices Kurt looking at Blaine and glances back and forth between them. "Blaine? Do you know him?"
Blaine grabs the other guy by the front of his shirt, pulling him close before answering, "He's no one," and kissing him again.
Blaine doesn't sound drunk, and that hurts even more, the fact that this isn't some drunken thing.
It's how cold his eyes look that really gets to Kurt.
Kurt turns and runs from the room, opening his car and pulling away as fast as he can. He's reached the highway when he starts to cry.
"Don't hide yourself in regret,
Just love yourself and you're set
I'm on the right track, baby
I was born this way," Kurt's phone sings, flaring to life as the call comes through.
"Hello," Kurt says groggily, answering and glancing at the clock before groaning. Three in the morning.
"Kurtttttt," Blaine slurs over the line.
Kurt grits his teeth. He should have checked the call ID before answering.
"No, wait don't hang up!" Blaine says suddenly, as if he's reading Kurt's mind.
"Fuck off Blaine," Kurt mutters, but he doesn't hang up.
"I just wanted to say that… you're awesome. Really, really, really, really…" Blaine trails off, and Kurt can hear him talking to someone in the background. "Hang on, Wes wants to say hey."
"Hey!" Wes says, sounding just as drunk as Blaine.
"Blaine wants to tell you that he lo-" Wes is cut off though. There's what sounds like a fight for the phone in the background before Blaine says, "Sorry."
Kurt can hear Wes cursing in the background.
"What do you want Blaine?" he sighs.
"To tell you that you're awesome Kurt. Like really, truly, totally awesome."
"Bye Blaine," Kurt says, about to hang up.
"No, wait! Could you maybe, possibly… drive me home?"
"What?" Kurt hisses. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"Well yeaaaaaahhh but…."
"I am not driving you home at three in the morning!"
Blaine sighs, and Kurt can hear him standing.
"Fine," he says dramatically. "I'll just drive home myself."
Kurt's mind is assaulted with images of Blaine crashing his car into a tree. He sits up.
"Do not go anywhere," he snaps. "I'll be there in ten."
Kurt might be pissed off at Blaine, but he doesn't want him getting hurt. And if he's half as drunk as he sounds, then Blaine driving home would not be a good idea.
"Really?" Blaine sounds surprised. "Wow Kurt, you're really cool! I-"
But Kurt's hung up the phone.
When he gets to the house, it's pretty obvious that the parties over. There's hardly anyone there, and the place that used to be the dance floor has been replaced with couches and armchairs. Sprawled on one of them is Blaine.
"Kurt!" he shouts excitedly, jumping up and hugging Kurt.
Kurt shoves him off. "Blaine, shut up. I'm only doing this because I don't want you to die."
Blaine throws his arm over Kurt's shoulders. "Well you're obviously not really mad at me then!"
"Oh my God Blaine, your breath stinks!" Kurt says, gagging slightly.
Blaine looks down, pouting slightly. "That wasn't nice."
"Yeah well, it's three thirty in the fucking morning, and when I came to apologise for what I said earlier, I found you making out with some Warbler whose name I can't remember! So, sorry Blaine, but right now? Yeah, I'm not feeling to nice."
Blaine looks slightly shocked at Kurt's outburst.
"Wow, Kurt's pissssssed!" Wes mutters from the floor. Kurt glares at him.
"Bye guys!" Blaine sings, grabbing Kurt's hand and leading him to the door.
When they get outside Blaine stands there.
"What cars yours Kurty? I forgot."
Normally Kurt would've been excited at Blaine calling him by a nickname, albeit a terrible nickname, but he's too angry to care. He points Blaine towards the right car and helps him into the front seat like he's a little kid.
When Kurt starts the car, Blaine slumps lower in his seat and lets his head rest against the window.
"My head hurtsssss," he moans.
Kurt ignores him.
"I'm never drinking again," Blaine sighs.
Kurt ignores him.
Blaine sits up higher. He cocks his head to the side.
"Are you mad at me Kurt?"
"Oh, now he gets it!" Kurt mutters quietly, turning onto Blaine's road.
"I'm sorry," he whispers. Kurt sighs.
"It's okay Blaine," he says, even though it's not really. He just finds it hard to stay angry at Blaine, and the thing is, he did kind of start the whole thing.
"Jesus, this is your house Blaine?" Kurt says, squinting up at the three story building. "Didn't know you were religious." Kurt mutters, gesturing to the 6 foot high cross on Blaine's front lawn, complete with a crucified Christ on it.
"'m not," Blaine says softly. "Parents are though."
"Right."
"You don't have to come in Kurt. I'll be fine."
"Umm not likely," Kurt snorts, getting out and opening Blaine's door. "I didn't drive you all the way home just to have you fall over on the stairs and crack your head open."
"My parents will be awake," Blaine says, paling visibly.
"At four in the morning? Really?" Kurt remarks, letting Blaine lean on him as they walk to the door.
"They'd stay up." Blaine says darkly, pulling his keys out of his pocket and trying to get them in the keyhole. He doesn't need to though, as the front door is yanked open, revealing a tall, heavy-set blond man with a cross around his neck standing in front of another tall blond person, this one a woman. Neither of them looks anything like Blaine.
"Where the Hell have you been?" the man says angrily, pulling Blaine inside. As Kurt still had his arm around Blaine he is pulled in.
"Have you been drinking?" Blaine's father snaps, looming over Blaine and Kurt.
When Blaine doesn't answer, just looks down, his father shoves him in the chest, sending Blaine and Kurt back a few steps.
"Alcohol is the devils liquid Blaine. We thought we told you that," his mother snaps.
"I'm sorry," Blaine mutters, ducking away from Kurt and heading towards the stairs. He shoots Kurt a look and mouths, 'thanks'.
Kurt's not sure if he should leave or try and explain things to Blaine's parents. In the end his choice is made for him, when Blaine's dad turns to him.
"Who the fuck are you?" he hisses, leaning close to Kurt. He smells like sweat, and Kurt wrinkles his nose as spit flies onto his face. "Are you responsible for getting my son drunk?"
Kurt tries to shake his head, but he's frozen. Blaine's parents are freaky.
"Lay off Kurt Dad. It's not his fault." Blaine says, stepping forwards and pulling the tall man off of Kurt.
Blaine's father cocks his arm back, swinging his fist into Blaine's face. The force of the punch knocks Blaine back onto the couch.
"Get out of my house," his father snarls at Kurt.
Kurt leaves.
Blaine isn't at school for period 1. Or 2. He's not there at recess, or at lunch. By period 5, Kurt is freaking out. He's about to go to the bathroom and phone Blaine for about the fiftieth time that day, when he walks in. Kurt watches as Blaine says something softly to their home tech. teacher before walking over to Kurt.
"Hey," he says quietly, pulling off the massive sunglasses that had previously been hiding his face.
Kurt looks at him. And gasps.
Blaine's left eye, the one his where his father punched him, has turned an alarming shade of purple, swelling up to a size that can't be healthy.
"Crap," Kurt whispers. "Blaine, I'm so, so sorry for leaving I just didn't know-"
Blaine smiles. "Don't apologise Kurt. It's fine."
"Umm, it's not fine. You're dad hit you Blaine!" Kurt says, his voice rising shrilly at the end. Blaine glares at him, and he lowers his voice. "Look, I've spoken to my dad, and he says you can move in with us. We have a spare room and-"
"Kurt what are you talking about?" Blaine says, taking the forgotten of bowl of cake mixture from Kurt and starting to mix it.
"I'm talking about the fact that you can't stay with your parents Blaine. They're abusive."
Blaine shrugs. "They're just not happy with how I turned out."
"What- you mean because you're gay?"
Blaine shrugs again. "Maybe. But listen Kurt; you can't tell anyone about this. Got it?"
"Blaine," Kurt says pleadingly. "Please. Move in with us."
"It's fine," Blaine remarks. "Do I add the milk now, or...?"
