So, here comes a Klaine (Glee) story, it's not that thought out and mostly for my own pleasure.
I wrote this in less than two days and I'm not even sure why I'm publishing it, but I feel like I need to publish something…
More chapters to come very, very soon!
This isn't coherent with the TV-show, here it's February/Mars, almost spring break.
Blaine lives in his dorm at Dalton, and Kurt lives alone with his dad, before Carole and Finn moves in.
Blaine's a bit different. Not in the first chapters though, you'll get a better picture of him later.
Kurt is himself, the way he is in the TV-show and so are the others. I haven't connected it at all with the TV- show really, might use some references but that's about it.
I suppose that's it, enjoy and please review!
Blaine sipped at his coffee and sighed deeply, looking out the window.
Kurt had noticed the moment Blaine stepped into the coffee shop that something was
the matter, but he hadn't asked what was wrong yet in fear that he might seem pushy.
Blaine had dark circles under his eyes, and looked completely exhausted.
His eyes were dull and lifeless and his red bowtie was a bit tilted, and being Blaine, that said a lot.
He wore a pair of kakis, a white dress shirt, a grey cardigan and a red bowtie.
Kurt was very worried; this was not normal for Blaine.
Kurt leaned over the table and Blaine looked at him for a short second, then he looked down.
"What's wrong Blaine?" Kurt asked adjusting his bowtie and then tilting Blaine's face up to meet his eyes. "You know you can tell me"
Blaine sighed and got ready to start. His worn face was like torture to Kurt, and he was ready to do whatever it took to make him look like his usual dapper self again.
"I have tons of homework and with Dalton's no harassment policy I as a popular homosexual have to prepare a speech for a snob convention. My cousins are coming over for spring break; it's a tradition. But the worst part with that is that my parents, my dad especially is so ashamed of who I am that I have to play straight for the entire time they're here. And then there's my dad, period. Then there's you, and…" He trailed of and his moth remained open and a deafening silence occurred and made them both a bit uncomfortable.
"What about me?" Kurt asked raising one eyebrow.
Blaine hesitated, running a hand trough his dark curls. Then he leaned closer looking deep into Kurt's eyes.
"I'm not a hundred percent sure about what's going on with the two of us, but Kurt, I know that I hate living two hours away from you. And I know that I hate how everyone at McKinley treats you. It kills me to see you being tortured like that. And as much as I'd like to transfer to take hose assholes on myself I can't, that would result in me being cut of. My parents paid a lot to get me into Dalton and they'd kill me if I transferred.
I wouldn't have a place to live. And I love living at Dalton with Wes and David, they're my best friends, apart from you that is." Blaine went silent again and first Kurt was surprised at his honesty. Blaine rarely expressed emotions so clearly, and he rarely let anything bring him down, no matter how much he had on his plate.
Kurt felt his entire body heat up as a blush spread over his cheeks.
Having someone care that much about him, to worry that much about him moved Kurt to the bone.
And also a chill ran down his spine as he thought of yesterday, he still had large purple bruises from where Karofsky had kicked him and his entire body was sore from repeatedly being flung into the metal lockers. He had been popping pills all day for the pain.
He was glad he had gotten to the coffee shop before Blaine, otherwise Blaine would have noticed how stiffly he moved.
Blaine had no idea about yesterday's incident, and Kurt wanted to keep it that way. Blaine had enough stress and worry in his life as if was, and Kurt didn't want to give him more.
That was also why a concerned expression took over his features as he grabbed Blaine's hand and squeezed it tightly.
"You don't have to transfer for me, you can't, I'd never be able to live with myself.
And don't worry about me, I'll be just fine, I can handle slushie facials. Look I care about you Blaine and I wouldn't want you to sacrifice anything for me." Kurt said intensely, as much as he'd love to have Blaine to rely on at McKinley he wouldn't let Blaine mess up his life for the sake of Kurt.
That kind of sacrifice was the kind you made after you'd been together for years; Kurt and Blaine weren't actually together, not yet at least.
They probably could have been though, if it hadn't been for Kurt, he was the one who was the innocent virgin who was so scared.
He knew that Blaine wasn't a virgin, he had never actually gotten it confirmed but he just knew it, and if he was honest with himself that made him even more insecure.
"Kurt, I can't stand by and watch you get bullied. I could kill those guys for what thy do to you. And to be honest I don't feel very strongly about the way the new directions treat you either. In the warblers it would be disaster if someone stood in the shadows the way you have to. To be honest that's the worst part, I can handle my parents, and I can write a speech, but to watch you suffer is much harder" Blaine said honestly, Kurt was almost a bit surprised again, what was with Blaine today?
Usually Blaine filled the part of the listener as Kurt went on and on about his personal issues, but now Kurt was actually glad to be the listener.
He was the older one, he should act like it sometimes at least.
"Let's stop talking about me, you're the one who looked like you haven't slept in weeks" Kurt said trying to make his voice light and slightly joking, but he could hear himself that concern was the only feeling he succeeded in expressing.
Blaine laughed bitterly and finished his cup of coffee. "I have actually slept quite bad lately, the guy in the room next to me got a room mate a couple of days ago and they are the male stereotype if you know what I mean" Blaine said rolling his eyes.
"Hockey or football?" Kurt asked thinking of the many times Finn and Burt watched football games and shouted as if their intention was to make the entire neighborhood know what they were up to.
"Hockey" Blaine answered with a short tired laugh.
Kurt was pleased that he could get at least some kind of laugh out of him when he was feeling this bad.
"Okay, Blaine, you've helped me so much when I've had my rough days, so I owe it to you to help you" Kurt started and Blaine looked disliking.
"You need to write a speech, right? Then it's good you have me, cause speeches are totally my thing. I think I can help you with whatever homework you have. As for your dad I can only provide advice, but I'll help you with anything you need. Besides, I don't have anything to do anyways"
Kurt smiled widely hoping Blaine would accept his offer.
"Like shoving my problems onto you is going to make anything better" Blaine said squeezing Kurt's hand even tighter.
"Yes" Kurt said, slightly annoyed at Blaine's negative attitude. "I want to help, you were raised good, you should know that it's impolite to say no to a kind offer"
Blaine smiled, more genuinely this time. "Fine, you can help me with my calculus" Blaine sighed, but still smiling. "Thank you, Kurt" he added, his voice full of devotion. "I really am thankful for having you" He admitted, Kurt once again wondered why he was so open with his emotion all of a sudden, but he hoped it would last.
"No problem, my dad won't be home until later, he's out with Carole. We could go to my place and study, maybe watch a movie or something" Kurt offered in a chipper tone.
"Wow, you almost make studying sound like fun…" Blaine said and smiled again, he released Kurt's hand and stood up.
Kurt took the last sip of his coffee as he got up and held back a gasp as the pain in his ribcage seared trough him.
He tried to walk like normally on the way to Blaine's car, but Blaine seemed to notice how rigid he was even though he didn't say anything.
"So you're just going to let this bullying go on and do nothing? You should tell you father, you know that. Or a teacher, just anyone" Blaine said as Kurt unlocked the door to his house.
"I'm fine, and I'm not going to tell dad, he's sick he doesn't need another moment of stress right now" Kurt said and walked into the living room.
Kurt knew Blaine was annoyed that Kurt let the bullying go on, and that was another reason for not telling Blaine about being beaten up yesterday, it just might push Blaine over the edge.
"It's your choice" Blaine said and laid his calculus books on the low table and sat down on the couch.
"Yes, it is" Kurt said and walked out in the kitchen.
He returned with two glasses of fresh juice and tried not to whimper when he sat down, but failed.
Blaine gave him an accusing look and raised an eyebrow at him. "What's wrong? You look like you ran a marathon yesterday"
Kurt sighed and pressed out a smile. "I'm just fine, tough P.E class, that's it" he assured, it was true in one way, Karofsky had beaten him up in the dressing room after P.E when Kurt was left styling his hair.
Blaine didn't buy it. "Kurt, seriously? I may just have known you for two weeks but I can see when you lie to me"
Kurt was moved by the honest worry in his voice and he knew Blaine well enough to know that he wouldn't get away.
"It was nothing really, I just had a little run in with Karofsky and 'the fury' - or his fist as normal people call it - yesterday. And his boots too…" Kurt mumbled uncomfortably.
"What?" Blaine exclaimed anger taking over his features. "That's not 'nothing'" his voice was full of rage and he stood up.
"But I'm fine now, so we don't need to be bothered by that" Kurt said urgently. He didn't want Blaine to get upset or make a bigger deal out of it than it was.
"You can barely walk, you're not fine. How badly did he hurt you?" Blaine asked in a tone that almost scared Kurt a bit.
He sighed and got up with a groan, and Blaine cringed in sympathy.
Kurt hesitated for a second as Blaine watched him seriously, then he unbuttoned his dress shirt, and he pulled the side of his shirt and his camisole up to reveal the purplish bruises that covered his entire ribcage.
He looked down, avoiding Blaine's eyes.
But when nothing happened Kurt collected the courage to look up at him. He was staring at the bruises, and he was starting to shake in pure rage, his fists tightening. His face was like a statue, his lips pressed together angrily and his burning with fury.
"Anything else?" He asked in a strained, too calm voice. He looked like he was about to loose it completely, and Kurt didn't dare to object.
Kurt slipped out of his white dress shirt and Blaine frowned. Kurt left his camisole on, but he turned the wounded shoulder to Blaine, the shoulder that had caught him as he was flung in to the locker over and over again. It had actually started bleeding and now there was a wound that was healing. But it might actually leave a scar; it was quite deep since the lockers had sharp edges on them where they were riffled to let in air.
When Kurt looked at Blaine this time Blaine looked so angry Kurt feared he would actually burst into tears.
Blaine felt tears sting in his eyes as he watched the long wound on Kurt's shoulder, but pressed them away.
It was almost more gruesome than the bruises that discolored the pale skin on his ribcage, and Blaine couldn't stand it, he didn't know what to do. He had to do something, they couldn't just hurt Kurt this way and get away with it.
I'm going to kill him, I'm going to find him and kill him… Many different ways to do just that swirled in Blaine's head for a moment.
He had never felt so angry before in his entire life, he didn't understand how someone could do something like that. How someone could do that so someone for being themselves? For being Kurt.
How could anyone do that to sweet innocent Kurt, Kurt was the most adorable and wonderful person Blaine had ever met, and the bravest and strongest one too. And he didn't really know him that well yet.
But Kurt didn't deserve this, he deserved to be treated with respect, and to be truthful that was why Blaine hadn't really made a move yet.
Blaine wanted to kiss him – and so much more – really bad, it was torturing him.
But he knew Kurt was inexperienced and a bit shy and he didn't want to rush anything.
He was letting Kurt take it at his own pace to make sure his own horniness didn't ruin anything.
He wasn't going to loose Kurt for that reason, he was fully determined.