A/N:This is a fill for a prompt I saw on Tumblr where Blaine was Kurt's imaginary boyfriend.
Never There
Ever since he was young, Kurt had imaginary friends.
It started when he was five and alone on the playground. All the other children were playing games with each other, leaving him out. He sat alone under the shade of the big oak tree, looking at the cars pass by; he longed for a companion to play with, to talk to, to hug. On instinct, he wrapped his arms around himself pretending it was his friend—Blaine. He closed his eyes and pictured him; he had a mop of curly black hair and large honey-hazel eyes framed with thick lashes.
Under that oak tree, he sat imagining all the different games he played with Blaine. They made mud pies, they played tag, they made crowns out of flowers chained together—they were rulers of the playground—until the bell rang signaling the end of recess. Blaine helped Kurt out all through his adolescence.
He was Kurt's only friend.
Blaine stayed with him until he reached high school. It was then that Kurt needed more. He convinced everyone in glee that he had a boyfriend that went to private school in Westerville—his name was Blaine Anderson.
In his mind, Blaine was still Blaine, but now he looked like a Greek God. He had sharp eyes, full pink lips and an angled jaw and muscles hidden underneath clothes. Blaine was Kurt's comfort after a rough day at school. He would go home and lay on his bed and think of Blaine. He would think of Blaine and his lips and his hands, fingers callused from playing the guitar and graceful from playing the piano. Kurt would be on his bed caressing his right hand with his left, imagining callused fingers instead. He would turn on his side and open his eyes and see wide honey-hazels looking back at him with awe and adoration and love. Above all love—that was what he needed.
They would lay together, legs intertwined; hands clasped resting underneath their chins, sharing loving smiles and caresses. He would imagine callused fingers running along his jaw, tracing his lips, caressing the pointy part of his ear. Every day would end like that; Kurt and Blaine, lying side by side holding hands and listening to music. Every day Kurt would get beaten, slushied, or thrown into dumpsters; Blaine always there at the end of the day to comfort him.
First day of second semester, and the school was buzzing with the news of a new student—a transfer from a private school. He just rolled his eyes at the rumors, paying no mind to them. Glee was his last class of the day; he walked in and sat in the row before Santana. Everyone was talking about the new student, no one had a class with him, and rumor was that most of his classes were advanced classes. Mr. Shue walked in with the object of all the talking. He pushed the boy to the center of the open space.
"Class, I would like you to meet the newest member of New Directions! Tell us about yourself!"
"Hi! I'm Blaine Anderson…"
When he said his name all heads snapped to look at Kurt. Kurt's jaw dropped; this cannot be happening, not now. Mercedes squealed and ran towards Blaine. Shit was about to hit the fan.