Here's chapter 1! I'll probably update about 2 or 3 times a week, because school keeps me busy :P I'm trying, though! Thanks to Thegirlwholovespeanutbutter and Anubis I. Kasanoda for reviewing, and eloquentfever for reading the prologue and telling me to post it! (:
Disclaimer: I feel like this is unnecessary. It's called FANfiction. Duh.
*Chapter One: What Are Friends For?*
"Oh, Kurt..." Chandler trailed off, for once not speaking enthusiastically. "I'm so sor-"
"Please don't apologize."
The car was silent for a few minutes, Chandler worriedly glancing at Kurt who stared out the window with tears silently running down his cheeks. When they arrived at his house, Chandler jumped out of the car and waited for Kurt to follow before walking up the path and unlocking the front door. He held it open and offered a small smile, which was hesitantly and half-hearted returned.
They got inside and Chandler directed Kurt up to his room. He closed the door and turned around to see his friend crying again. He held his arms open and tried not to feel guilty about the rush of pleasure at the feeling of his crush in his arms. They stood for what seemed like hours, but was only about a minute.
Finally, Chandler reluctantly pulled away and smiled sadly. *Focus on him, he needs you * he told himself. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Kurt sighed and turned away for a minute. The other teen sat on his bed, patting the space next to him until the countertenor gingerly sat in the available spot. He thought again before slowly nodding his response.
Taking a deep breath, he started. "Everything was going great. It was... fantastic. When I first met Blaine, I fell in love automatically. I never even thought it was possible, I always imagine I would be lonely until I graduated and went to New York." At this, his eyes started watering once more. "Then I met Blaine, and I had hope. We had some tough times, but we got through it together and I transferred to Dalton Academy in Westerville, where he went. I missed my friends so I came back to McKinley, and he transferred in the beginning of the year to be with me. He said he loved me... that I was his heart."
Chandler stayed quiet through the rant, thinking about how perfect that all seemed. It was nothing like his lonely life. *You're supporting Kurt* he reminded himself. *Don't focus on yourself.*
The teen continued, "I guess everything started falling apart when I started focusing on NYADA. We barely spent time together unless I was practicing or in glee, and we just... got insecure. I started talking to you and I felt good about myself again, and when Blaine found out, he got angry. He thought I was cheating on him."
"With me?" Chandler interrupted.
Kurt nodded. "So he embarrassed me in front of everyone, singing It's Not Right, But It's Okay. Then after glee, he told me we were over."
The silence that followed was heavy and took over the room. Chandler cleared his throat and put on a tight smile. "Well," he started, "I think we should go downstairs, get some low-fat ice cream from my freezer, an come back here to drown ourselves in musicals. Sound good?"
The chestnut haired teen laughed, nodding. "Sounds great."
A few hours later, two boys laid together on the bed, holding hands with Kurt resting on Chandler's shoulder. They were trying desperately to keep their eyes open and sing along, but failing horribly. Before drifting off, Chandler heard two words so soft he wondered if they were really spoken.
"Thank you."
*O*O*O*O*O*
The next morning, Chandler woke up with a heavy weight on his chest and his arm thrown across another body. He smiled down at his crush laying on him, trying to ignore the guilt at the dried tear tracks running down his face. He glanced at the clock next to his bed, which stated 6:02 in glowing red letters.
Unwillingly, he took his arm back to his side and slid out from the warm body. The room was cold without the added heat of his friend on him, and he shivered before slipping out the door. Slowly, he made his way downstairs and started the coffeemaker. He knew, without a doubt, that his friend couldn't function without it.
Just as it beeped, Kurt walked into the kitchen with a little stretch.
"You want some coffee?" Chandler offered.
"Mmm... yes please."
The blonde had him sit at the table while he got out two mugs and fixed the coffees. It was quiet, but not uncomfortably. They were both lost in their own thoughts; Kurt thinking of Blaine and what he would do at school and Chandler thinking of the boy currently inhabiting his kitchen. He sat down and bit his lip when the taller boy took a sip of hid offered mug and moaned in satisfaction. "Thank you," he said after another sip. "For everything."
"No problem," Chandler replied cheerfully. "What are friends for?"
Kurt smiled, shaking his head. "Well, as fun as this was, I have to get to school sometime today," he pointed out. "Could I grab a ride home? It's just, I came in your car and I don't feel up to walking and-"
"Kurt," the other interrupted. "It's fine, I can bring you. Let me just get ready real quick, okay?"
Five minutes later, the two were walking out of Chandler's house towards his car discussing his outfit and what Kurt could wear that day. The drive to his place was filled with silence without being too awkward. They finally pulled up and Kurt surprised Chandler by pulling him into a short hug that he enthusiastically returned. "Thanks again. I'll see you soon?"
Chandler nodded and smiled, watching Kurt get out and walk up to his door. He went to pull away, but a grin took over his face and he got an idea.
