Kurt was studying his French pretty late. It was almost two and he knew he needed to get to bed before dark bags could form under his eyes. Yes, his grades were important, but he wasn't willing to sacrifice his beauty. Plus, he could always finish tomorrow or, well, later today seeing as it was now Sunday.
Buzz…buzz…buzz…
Who on Earth is calling me at this hour, Kurt thought as he reached for his phone.
Incoming Call – Blaine Anderson
He hurriedly unlocked his phone and answered.
"Blaine? Why are you calling me at two in the morning?" Kurt knew he be should annoyed. He would be if it were Mercedes calling this late even though he was awake, but all he felt was his heart fluttering.
He heard sniffling on the other end. "Oh, Kurt," sniffle, "I-I shouldn't have called you s-so late. D-did I wake you?" Blaine asked, sniffling again.
"No, you didn't. It's fine. A-are you okay?"
"I just re…really need to talk to someone." Sobbing came from the phone.
It broke Kurt's heart to hear Blaine like this. What could have happened?
"Where are you?" Kurt asked quickly, already getting up and looking for his keys.
"…Outside your house," Blaine croaked.
Kurt thought his heart stopped for a minute. "I'll be right up!"
He hung up the phone and quietly ran up to the first floor and sneaked to the front door, not wanting to wake his father and his new wife. He peered out the window and saw Blaine sitting on the stoop, head in his hands.
Kurt opened the door slowly and put his hand on the older boy's shoulder. He looked up, eyes red and puffy; tears staining his face. After motioning for Blaine to come inside, he led them downstairs into Kurt's subterranean room.
Blaine found his way to Kurt's bed and stumbled unto it, sobbing. Left standing in the middle of his room, Kurt didn't know what to do. Blaine was always the strong one in their relationship.
Then it hit him like a truck. Kurt's mind unable to focus for a few seconds.
Blaine was in Lima.
Blaine was in his house.
Blaine was in his room.
Blaine was on his bed!
Kurt quickly tried to rid his mind of those thoughts. This is so not the time for that! Blaine is hurting. Plus, it's not like he even knows how I feel. But...just look at him. NO! Bad Kurt! FOCUS!
He snapped back to reality just then. He slowly walked over to his bed and slowly placed a hand on the crying boy next to him.
"Do you want to talk about it? You don't have to, I'm just...concerned," Kurt whispered.
Blaine righted himself so his back was to the headboard and brought his knees to his chin, hugging himself. Blaine felt the bed shift under Kurt's weight, but couldn't bring himself to look up just yet. Come on. Calm down. Kurt doesn't deserve this dumped on him. Why did I even come here? This was such a bad idea. What am I going to do? Shut up! You can think about that later, Blaine told himself.
He found Kurt sitting in front of him cross-legged and looking at him with concern, worrying wrinkles into his otherwise perfect face. Blaine took a deep breath, calming himself a bit.
"My...my dad and I...we had a bit of a fight," Blaine whispered.
"What about," Kurt asked, moving closer in order to hear him, putting his hand on Blaine's knee, trying to calm him.
Blaine tried to explain what happened to the best if his ability through his silent tears and sniffles.
He was sitting on his bed playing his guitar like any other night he was home. Notebooks were opened all around him because he had been studying. Blaine's not one to procrastinate, but he had tomorrow to work on all of this. Plus, his guitar seemed rather lonely.
Strumming absentmindedly, he didn't hear the footsteps coming up the stairs. His door burst open to reveal his very upset father.
"What the hell is this," Mister Anderson screamed at his son, holding a paper in his hand. Blaine almost dropped his guitar at the sudden outburst.
Suddenly, Blaine was on his feet with his father had him against the wall, shoving the letter in his face. He could only make out a few of the words on the paper, as it was being waved around in anger.
"I-I...what is that?" The object in question flew into his face. Blaine caught the letter and read the first few lines.
Dalton Academy for Boys
Westerville, OH
Dear Mr. Anderson,
As you know, here at Dalton we have a no tolerance policy when it comes to bullying. Unfortunately, we cannot protect all of our students constantly. We are worried that your son's demeanor may spark some verbal abuse from some of our new students...
Blaine couldn't read anymore. He didn't understand how they could say those kinds of things. Dalton was his safe haven. And now...he couldn't bring himself to admit what this all meant. The letter fell from his shaking hands. His father's presents completely forgotten until he grabbed hold of Blaine.
"How could you do this to me? Do you know how much stocks would drop if anyone were to know about this?" He shook Blaine. "You ungrateful little fag! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO DESTROY THIS FAMILY!"
That set Blaine off. Tears threatened to spill down his face.
"YOU'RE ONE TO TALK! WHAT DO YOU CALL THIS? HMMM? 'CAUSE THIS IS FAR FROM GOOD PARENTING!" Blaine couldn't stop the words from spilling out of his mouth. He regretted them the moment they were said.
Mr. Anderson stepped away from Blaine and raised his hand to hit him square in the jaw, but thought better of it. "Get out of my house! I'm not having a homo live under my roof any longer!"
Blaine was shaking, unable to hold back the sobs in his throat. Tears were now spilling down Kurt's face as well. Without any warning Blaine threw himself into Kurt's lap, holding on to him as if his life depended on it. Kurt held the older boy close to him whispering incoherent nonsense. He rocked them back and forth in a soothing rhythm.
After what seemed like hours, Blaine's crying had stopped and was sighing into Kurt's neck.
"Thank you for listening. I know that I shouldn't have dumped all this on you. I just...needed you," Blaine mumbled, looking Kurt in the face.
"Hey, there will be none of that," Kurt said sternly. "This is not a one way relationship and I am the last thing you should be worrying about right now, okay?" He hugged the boy again.
Blaine yawned just then and rubbed his eyes sleepily.
Kurt was barely able to stop himself from awe-ing at the noise that just came out of Blaine. A yawn should not be allowed to be the adorable. He's so cute when he's tired. And look at the curls! I just want to grab them and pull him to...Bad! None of that! Need better self-control! Okay! Snap out of it!
"Tired? We can go to sleep you know," said Kurt, lifting the blankets and pushing his books off the bed. "I'll get you some clothes."
Blaine smiled a little at that. While Kurt disappeared into his closest, Blaine kicked off his shoes and started to remove his jeans. Kurt came back into the room wearing sky blue silk pajama bottoms, but no shirt. Why did I have to spill coffee all over the shirt the other day! Oh no! Blaine's staring at me. Fuck! Okay, just act cool!
Kurt threw the sweats lightly to Blaine, hoping he wouldn't notice his inner monologue scolding him. Blaine quickly changed into the McKinley High sweatpants and matching shirt.
"So...um...how are we going about this," Blaine asked looking at the bed. Kurt swallowed silently.
"Uh...let's just go for it." He slide under his duvet and motioned for his friend to follow.
Once they were both under the covers with the lights turned off Blaine's mind wandered back to the night's events and tears began to well up again. Kurt knew something was off, feeling the boy stiffen beside him. Not even thinking, Kurt moved closer to Blaine and put his arm around him and lightly kissed the top of his head. Thankfully, Blaine turned into the half embrace laying his head on Kurt's bare chest. He could feel the tears falling from Blaine's eyes.
Not knowing any other way to comfort the boy, Kurt began to sing softly.
When your world trembles and quakes
And your footing suddenly shakes and shakes
Kurt felt Blaine relaxing a bit. Taking that as encouragement he continues serenading the boy he loves.
Take my hand, we'll hide in the corner, hide in the corner
Take my hand, we'll hide till it's over, till it's all over
Ooh
Ooh
We have choices to make
We have promises that we can't break
There is nothing left to lose
So hold on to me
I'll hold onto you
Blaine's tears stopped and his breathing evened out, matching Kurt's heartbeat.
Take my hand, we'll hide in the corner, hide in the corner
Take my hand, we'll hide till it's over, until it's all over
Ooh
Ooh
Take my hand, we'll hide in the corner hide in the corner
Take my hand we'll hide till it's over until it's all over
Take my hand, we'll hide in the corner hide in the corner
Take my hand we'll hide till it's over until it's all over
The last note hung in the air. Kurt could feel Blaine's slow, even breathing, knowing that he had fallen asleep. He kissed the top of his head. "I love you," Kurt whispered.
Blaine nuzzled into Kurt's chest and soon they were both asleep.
Kurt's hand flew to his mouth. How am I going to explain this to Dad? Should I wake him up? Moving his hand slightly reminded Kurt exactly why he couldn't wake the boy.
Stubble.
No one has ever seen Kurt scruffy and he sure as hell wasn't going to let it happen now! Especially not with the boy he was in love with!
Blaine shifted again, this time cuddling up next to Kurt and placing his arm around him. He sighed contently. If Kurt moved too much he knew that he would wake up and that COULD NOT happen!
So, Kurt laid back down onto his pillow and hoped that Blaine would get off him, well, not really. Kurt was really enjoying the fact that the love of his life was sleeping in his bed and cuddling with him!
Just then, Blaine wrapped his leg around Kurt's own. His eyes were bulging out of his head.
Is that? No, it can't be! But...it is morning. Oh my gosh! This is not happening right now! What the hell should I do?
Kurt shifted slightly to see if his suspicions were true.
Blaine's moan confirmed them.
OH MY GOSH! BLAINE IS...HAS...I can't even say it!
Kurt's mind ran wild at what could happen out of this situation.
Song: Corner by Allie Moss
