Here we go, thought Blaine. He decided that raining or not, stepping outside for a minute or two would be a good idea. As his boyfriend's voice became even louder, he decided it was an excellent idea.
No, I'm sorry, let me rephrase that. What the FUCK were you thinking, Finn? Or were you even thinking AT ALL?
Once he closed the front door, though, the approaching rain and thunder was finally able to compete with Kurt, so he didn't hear much more of what Kurt was saying. He decided to sit down on the porch for a moment, and thought back over the disjointed, week-long conversation that had led up to tonight.
The first snippet came while they were lying together in bed. Kurt was in a contemplative mood, and had brushed off Blaine's advances. "Blaine, honey, I need to talk to Finn again."
Blaine groaned inwardly. Here we go again . . . "Kurt, we've talked about this before. Do you really think it's going to make a difference this time?"
"No. But nothing will change if I don't do this, either."
"Kurt, didn't Burt and Carole say that it was time you just let this drop? Didn't Carole beg you to stop last time?"
"Blaine, maybe I'm being a bit selfish, but I need to do this. Unless you're planning to keep me chained to this bed for the next month or so, I'm going to do this."
Blaine almost sighed, but caught himself in time. That might not be such a bad idea. "No, if you really feel you need to do this, then you'll be better off if I'm around."
"Thank you," Kurt said, leaning over to kiss Blaine. At first he was going to kiss Blaine on his lips, but the look on Blaine's face said that he was just ready to fall asleep, so he settled for a quick peck on Blaine's cheek. He settled himself underneath the sheets, and nodded off quickly.
Blaine's face notwithstanding, sleep was elusive. He spent the next hour worrying about all the ways Kurt's plans could backfire.
The conversation had gone on, in little bits like that, for days. Blaine kept thinking about them, wondering if there was something he should have said, or maybe something he could have done, to prevent things from reaching this point. He remembered the final part of the conversation, which had taken place on the drive over to Kurt's house in his Escalade.
"Are you sure you don't want me in there with you, Kurt?"
"Yes, Blaine, I know you mean well. But this is something I should do by myself. No, not should. Need. I need to do this myself. At least the yelling and screaming part."
"And what about after the yelling and screaming?"
Kurt paused. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."
Blaine sighed, but let the issue drop.
By this point, Blaine was completely lost in his thoughts, and didn't snap out of them until he saw the headlights of a car pulling into the driveway. Nick pulled out of the driver's seat, opening up an umbrella as he ran over to the other side where Jeff was emerging from the car.
Blaine wasn't surprised. Even though Blaine had stayed at McKinley even after Kurt graduated, he was still on very good terms with the other Warblers. Also, he had invited them to come.
"Hey, Blaine." Jeff said. Seeing Blaine's hair in curls, he added "Rough day?"
Nick looked at the rest of Blaine, and then frowned. "My God, Blaine, how long have you been sitting out here?"
Blaine looked at himself, and noticed that his clothes were soaked. He pulled out his cell phone, and looked at it. "Wow. About half an hour." I'm glad it didn't short out.
"Dude, you gotta get inside and get out of those clothes," Jeff added.
"Yeah, I should." He went to the bathroom, and took off his sopping wet clothes. Jeff was standing outside when he cracked the door open, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
Jeff considered making a lewd comment, but decided against it. He settled for a more practical question. "OK, I can put these in the dryer for you, but what are you going to do in the meantime?"
"My duffel bag in the back seat of Kurt's car has some spare clothes in it. I have the spare key on my keyring. Could you get it for me while I take a quick shower?"
"Sure, Blaine. Be back in a few minutes."
Jeff went to the laundry room, emptied the pockets of Blaine's pants, and tossed all the clothes in the dryer. Coming back to the kitchen, he found Nick getting himself a glass of water. He tossed the keys to Nick before setting Blaine's other things on the kitchen counter. "Hey, Blaine said he has some spare clothes in the back seat of Kurt's car. Could you be a dear and get it for me?"
"Why me?"
Lightning flashed in the kitchen window, followed by a rumble of thunder. "Because you remembered to bring an umbrella." He walked over to Nick and wrapped his hands around Nick's waist. "Plus you're shorter and faster, so you're less likely to get struck by lightning. Please?"
"Ah, the magic word." The dark-haired young man suddenly remembered why they were there, and the humor vanished from his eyes. "This'll just take a minute or two."
Outside, Nick ran to Kurt's Escalade, unlocking the doors as he ran towards the car. As he did, another car pulled up on the street, and parked on the street just past the driveway. As Nick tried to hold the umbrella and reach across the car—he had opened the wrong door—he heard a deep voice behind him say, "Here, let me hold the umbrella for you."
Nick let go of the umbrella as he felt another hand grab it. "Thanks, Puck." Nick and Puck weren't exactly close, but they both were friends of Kurt.
"No problem. I'm glad I saw you coming out of the house; I might have given you a black eye if I hadn't." After learning about what Dave Karofsky had done to Kurt, Puck had become very protective of the countertenor.
"Thanks, I guess." Nick finally reached Blaine's duffel bag and pulled it out. "So Blaine asked you to come too?"
"Yeah. He figured that I was friends with Finn before he ever said 'hi' to Kurt, so that might come in handy tonight."
"I think so. . . . but first things first. Let's get out of the rain." Nick took the umbrella from Puck, and the two dashed for the doorway.
Nick quickly dropped Blaine's bag off next to the bathroom, and then joined Puck and Jeff in the kitchen.
After drying himself off, Blaine changed into the clothes he had packed. He looked a little better, but he still didn't bother with trying to tame his hair.
As he walked back to the living room, he could hear Kurt's voice.
Finn, one day, Burt was at work, and I heard Carole crying in her bedroom, holding a photo. When I sat down next to her, I saw it was a photo of your father. I remembered it was the anniversary of the day he died. When I talked to her, she told me the truth about he died. I didn't know that he died of a drug overdose. I can only imagine what must have happened when you found that out.
But, Finn, given that your father died of a drug overdose, what ON EARTH were you thinking? Your mother lost her husband to drugs. Did you even stop to consider what it would do to her if she lost you, too?
No, Finn. You didn't. Of course you didn't.
To be continued . . .