Author's Note
Hey I hope you liked the first chapter! And if you're still reading this I must have don't something right! Lol!
This one takes place during "Funeral" in Season 2. I own some dust… but nothing gleeful.
Enjoy.
B – Beatles
Blaine was lying on his stomach on top of Kurt's bed while Kurt was doing homework at his desk. The countertenor was humming lightly under his breath while listing to his iPod. His foot was swinging to the beat. Blaine, being the over achiever he is, had already finished his homework. Sadly, he was also extremely bored.
"Kuuuuuuurt" wined Blaine.
Kurt looked up from his textbook and pulled an earphone out.
"Hmm?"
"What are you listening to?" asked Blaine, hoping to find some kind of conversation with his favorite perfectionist.
A thoughtful look passed his face, making Blaine wonder what he was contemplating. Kurt then sighed and spoke quietly.
"Golden slumbers"
Blaine looked up at Kurt through his thick eyelashes, questioning look on his face. He slowly sat upright and folded his hands together. He knew his boyfriend well. Kurt always listened to The Beatles when something is wrong. What could have been troubling him? He decided to ask.
"What's wrong?"
Kurt sighed again and looked down at his lap. He tried to compose himself but failed. A silent tear slipped down his left cheek and Blaine noticed immediately. Blaine hopped off the bed and ran over to Kurt, slipping a comforting arm around his waist.
"Please tell me Kurt" whispered Blaine.
"It's not that big of a deal. I'm so selfish for feeling like this. I shouldn't be! I don't even know her." Kurt was rambling and slightly shaking. These actions worried Blaine to no end.
"Know who Kurt? Talk to be Baby."
"Jean. She was Sue's sister and she died yesterday." Kurt looked at Blaine for help and Blaine brought Kurt to his chest. Kurt immediately wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist while he tried not to sob like a baby in front of said boyfriend. Blaine couldn't care less though, because all he wanted was for Kurt to feel better.
After a while of hugging, Blaine broke the silence.
"It's not selfish Kurt. It's realistic. After all the tragedy you've gone through, death is always a constant reminder of your mom. You have every right to feel like this. You have every right to cry. You always do baby."
And then Kurt cried. Hard.
His body wracked with sobs while his knees buckled. Blaine caught him and knelt to the ground holding his boyfriend. He cried and cried. He cried for his mom. He cried for Jean and Sue. He cried for Pavarotti. He cried for a lot of things. He even cried for himself. All the bullying and hell he had been put through this past year. Hell, this past life. He had never seemed to catch a break, and he cried for that too.
But one thing never changed. All through this, Blaine continued to hold Kurt. He added small words of comfort while he cried. And was wiping the tears that stained his porcelain cheeks.
After a long time, Kurt's sobs became cries and his cries became sniffles, which turned to silence. But Blaine still held Kurt, even when he fell asleep in his arms.
Blaine even held Kurt when an hour passed when Finn got home from Puck's house and walked by Kurt's door, looking in and seeing the two teens slumped into each other on the ground. Finn looked at Blaine and gave him an approving, brotherly nod. Blaine smiled slightly back and looked down at Kurt's face. He leaned in and kissed his forehead, because Blaine loved Kurt and would go to the end of the world for him.
Author's Note
Ok…. I wasn't planning on that getting so angst filled… sorry! Thanks a bunch! Love ya all!
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