Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, any of their characters or anything that can be related to something that exists in the real world. I do not support some of the behaviors that the characters posess.
Warnings: Minor swearing, mildly sexually suggestive.
Author's notes: Hello dear readers! Here comes the next chapter! Feel free to leave me suggestions! I really hope you will like this! Enjoy! :*
Bold text are thoughts.
His Middle Name Was Boom
Chapter 3
Friday 2 September 2011
Blaine was a beast during football practice later that day, but he ignored Kurt completely. Kurt tried to talk to him in the locker room after, but he'd bolted the second their eyes met.
Kurt felt kind of wounded, he had just asked a question. But he realized that the tattoo was obviously a sore spot for Blaine. Still, he really wanted to know what it was about. Who "her" was.
He stopped at a store on the way home.
Blaine stormed into the house, slamming the door behind him and racing up the stairs. He slammed his bedroom door shut as well, throwing his bag carelessly toward the desk. There were footsteps on the stairs outside the room, but Blaine didn't hear them as he ripped the mattress off the bed and leaned it against the wall. He started hitting it as hard as he could, tears stinging his eyes. The door creaked open, but Blaine didn't care.
"Blaine?"
"Get the fuck out, Blake." Blaine growled between punches.
"Blaine."
Blaine heard his bedroom door shut as he continued to thrash at the mattress, his knuckles getting kind of scraped from hitting the rough fabric repeatedly.
"Blaine." Blake said so softly it was almost a whisper. "Stop. Please."
Blaine whipped around to face his brother, his fist raised and tears making dark tracks on his cheeks from the eyeliner. Blake didn't flinch though, he just grabbed Blaine's wrists gently and moved his arms to his sides.
"What happened?" Blake whispered.
Blaine blinked away a few tears and looked into the eyes of what could have been his mirror image. He and Blake looked so alike under the different clothing and hair styles that people would often mistake them for twins when they were little.
"He- Someone asked me about the tattoo." Blaine said. His face scrunched up as another wave of tears hit him.
"Oh, Blaine." Blake wrapped his arms around Blaine and hugged him tight.
Blaine raised his arms and hugged Blake back hard as he started sobbing into his older brother's shoulder.
"I shouldn't have-"
"Shush. It's not your fault."
"But I should have-"
"No, Blaine. Stop it." Blake pulled back and grabbed Blaine by the shoulders, making him meet his eyes. "It's not anyone's fault. Things happen. You know that none of us blame you for what happened."
"But she-"
"No."
Blake shook Blaine slightly, bringing on a new wave of tears. Blaine hadn't thought about it for weeks, until Kurt had mentioned the tattoo the day before. And today in the bathroom had been it. He threw himself at Blake again, nuzzling his face into his neck and whimpering things he should or shouldn't have done.
"Hey. Shh." Blake said softly, hugging Blaine tight with one arm and raising his other hand to stroke the curls at the base of Blaine's neck. "It's okay."
They stood like that for a while before Blake pulled back again. "Come with me." he said and took Blaine's hand, dragging him out of the room and into his own. "Let's watch her favorite movie. I know it's your favorite too."
Blaine bit his lip and a few more tears trickled down his cheeks as Blake left him standing in the middle of the room while he put the movie on. He then pulled the covers back on his bed and sat down, patting the space beside him. Blaine hesitantly walked over. It had been almost a year since they'd done this the last time and he thought Blake might not want to now, the way they were almost always bickering or fighting nowadays. "You really wanna do this?"
"Of course." Blake smiled encouragingly.
Blaine sat down on the bed and leaned against Blake's pillow. He looked up to meet his brother's eyes and was met by a loving expression. "Will you hold me?" Blaine said so quietly he wasn't even sure Blake had heard him.
"Like when we were little?"
"Like when we were little." Blaine smiled and Blake lifted his arm, so Blaine moved closer and fit himself into the space between Blake's arm and body. He leaned his head on his chest and sighed. "I'm gonna leave eyeliner on your shirt."
"I don't care. Now be quiet and watch the movie." Blake joked and kissed Blaine's curls.
Blaine's family had always been okay with his sexuality and he was happy Blake hadn't stopped any physical contact they had once he found out. He still hugged Blaine and comforted him like this when Blaine was really sad. Even though they were always fighting, Blaine still loved his big brother. And they'd been even closer ever since it had happened, even though it didn't show on a day-to-day basis. Blaine knew they could both go to each other if they really needed to. And today Blaine needed Blake. The reassurance of his words and the safety of his arms.
Anna Anderson went to check on her sons when they didn't make it down for dinner. She first checked Blaine's room and realized something was wrong. The mattress against the wall meant Blaine was - or had been - very upset. Anna hurried toward Blake's room and opened the door carefully. She peeked her head inside and saw her so different but at the same time so similar sons curled together on the bed, Blaine's head on Blake's chest and Blake's nose pressed into Blaine's hair. They were both snoring softly, and Anna could tell her youngest boy had been crying, from the smeared black makeup around his eyes. She walked over and turned the looping movie-menu off before pulling the covers up over her children. Even though she knew this situation had arisen from Blaine being upset, it still warmed her heart to see them get along instead of bickering all the time. She kissed them both on the head before leaving them to sleep while she put dinner away for them to eat later.
Monday 5 September 2011
Kurt sat at the back of class on Monday morning and waited anxiously for Blaine to arrive. Fifteen minutes after the lesson began the door finally slammed open and Blaine walked in, taking his spot at the back in the corner opposite Kurt. He didn't look pissed, just… distant. Kurt watched Blaine settle down in the chair and pull a sketchbook out, starting to draw something. Kurt smiled a little and watched him instead of the teacher.
When there was just a few minutes left of class Kurt stood and walked over to sit down in the space beside Blaine. The teacher was writing the homework assignment on the board and didn't turn around.
"Here." Kurt said and slid a box of pencils across the table to Blaine.
Blaine looked up from his sketch and arched an eyebrow at Kurt. "What's that?"
"Pencils." Kurt stated, smiling. "I noticed you like sketching."
"I do." Blaine said and looked back at his drawing, making a swoop at the top.
"I didn't mean to pry yesterday. I was just curious."
A pink tint erupted high on Blaine's cheekbones. He fiddled the pencil case open and ran his finger along one of them. "You didn't know. You just- I don't wanna talk about the tattoo."
"Then I won't ask." Kurt smiled slightly, watching Blaine try one of the pencils out. "So what are you drawing?"
"A dragon." Blaine said and switched to another new pencil. "These are good."
"I hope so, considering their prize."
Blaine dropped the pencil he was holding, his mouth dropping open a little before he closed it and picked the pencil up. He tried to go for nonchalant, but his deepening blush betrayed him. "Well you can't buy me."
"I didn't think so. See yah later, sweetcheeks." Kurt winked at Blaine and stood as the bell rang. He felt Blaine's eyes on him as he walked out into the hallway.
Blaine sat in math-class using his new pencils when a paper ball fell onto the drawing in front of him. He sighed and rolled his eyes before looking up to where he saw Hummel sit when he arrived, only to find he was facing the babbling teacher at the front of the classroom. He picked the ball up and unwrapped it, finding a message scrawled onto it in thin black marker.
Wanna make out in the janitor's closet after lunch?
Blaine scoffed and scribbled down a "fuck no" before balling the paper back up and throwing it at Kurt's head. Kurt didn't look back, he just un-balled the note again and after a moment wrote something down. He threw it back at Blaine with an unreadable expression.
No, no fucking. Just making out.
Blaine huffed out a breath of laughter before he scribbled down "No, I don't wanna have to be held back another year." and threw it back to Kurt. Kurt read, wrote and threw it back again, still with a poker face.
So you're 18? Hot. I was held back a year too.
Blaine didn't know how to respond to that. So Kurt was in the same situation as him, doing his Junior year over? Blaine balled the note up again and stuck it in his pocket before continuing with his drawing. He saw Kurt look back at him a bunch of times out of the corner of his eye as he filled in the black leather jacket in his drawing. He looked up at Kurt and drew the last strand of hair before putting the sketchbook and pencils in his bag and leaving the classroom.
To: Blake
Message: Lunch at McD?
From: Blake
Message: That's gross, Blaine. I can meet you at the salad bar next door to it, though.
To: Blake
Message: Fine. 15 mins.
From: Blake
Message: See you there.
Blaine reluctantly walked through the door to the salad bar and saw Blake at one of the tables in the back, waving for him. Blaine rolled his eyes and walked over, sliding into the booth across the table from his brother.
"What's up?" Blake asked and flipped his menu closed.
"That guy's been bothering me."
"What guy?"
"The one that put your head under the faucet, remember?"
"That brute." Blake huffed, crossing his arms. "Bothering you how?"
"It seems he wants to bone me."
Blake's eyes widened. "Blaine! We're at a restaurant." he hissed, looking around.
"Fine. I'll go." Blaine spat and stood, but was stopped by Blake's hand on his arm.
"No, stop." Blake said, releasing him. "Sit." Blaine sat back down, pouting his lower lip out a little. "So has he been like… handsy?"
"Not really. He bought me pencils." Blaine said, picked the salt shaker up and poured some salt onto the table. Blake didn't respond, so Blaine looked back at him. "What?"
"You always draw in class, right?"
"So?"
"He likes you." Blake grinned.
Blaine chuckled. "Yeah, right!"
"And you like him." Blaine wanted to punch the stupid smug grin off of Blake's face, but he was too busy blushing. "Have you talked to him?"
"Yeah, via balled up paper. And a few times in class. We made out twice in the bathrooms." Blaine poured some more salt onto the table.
"Oh…" Blake opened his menu again, flipping the pages over quickly. "He didn't- um… Push you?"
"No." Blaine said, putting the salt shaker down and picking the pepper shaker up instead. "He's really straight-forward in a rude way, but he's still actually trying to talk to me." Blaine poured some pepper onto the small pile of salt on the table before picking the note out of his pocket and tossing it at Blake.
Blake opened and read it. "I understand what you mean with "straight-forward in a rude way" when reading this." Blaine nodded before craning his neck to look for waitress. "It does actually seem like he was trying to make conversation, though. However odd it might sound in these kinds of words." Blake folded the paper neatly and handed it back to Blaine who pocketed it silently. "So you DO like him?"
"There are few enough gay guys around town that it might be worth investigating if he isn't actually a douchebag behind the badboy exterior." Blaine saw that Blake was trying hard not to comment on Blaine's use of "big" words, that he had stopped using a few years ago. On the few occasions they surfaced Blake would go on and on about how lovely it was to have "old Blaine" back and how nice it was to have an articulate conversation.
Blaine put the pepper shaker down and whistled for a waitress. A young, blonde girl startled a few meters away and hurried toward them. "So sorry! What can I get you?"
Blake started babbling his order, which was quite complex due to his very specific description of things he wanted, things he didn't want and things he was allergic to. When he was done he also asked for a glass of water before the waitress turned to Blaine, looking a little apprehensive. "And you, sir?"
"Do you have burgers?" Blaine said and ran his finger through the salt-and-pepper-pile on the table, making a swirl-shaped void in it.
"No." the girl squeaked, and when Blaine looked up at her she looked like she was afraid he'd punch her.
"Then I'll have whatever he ordered."
The girl scribbled a "x2" on her little notepad before hurrying off toward the kitchen.
"Why'd you have to scare the poor girl?" Blake frowned at Blaine.
"What? I didn't do nothin'!"
"Except look angry."
"It's not my problem if she thinks I look dangerous."
"No, it's not..." Blake sighed. "Anyway… Why did you want to talk to me about this?"
Blaine leaned back in the booth and crossed his arms over his chest. "In case you didn't notice; I don't have a lot of people to talk to. And mom didn't feel like the right person to talk to about this."
"I'm touched. But you could call one of the guys from-"
"No." Blaine cut in. "They've had enough of this." He gestured vaguely to himself.
"Blaine…"
"No."
They were quiet until their food came, and that's when Blake started asking Blaine about his classes and such. Blaine felt like he should be nice to Blake, considering how supportive he'd been the last few days. Even though Blaine - and everything around him and his family - was completely different now compared to three years ago, he still wasn't a bad guy underneath the anger and nonchalance.
Kurt whistled a short melody as he got off his motorcycle and walked into the house. He left his bag by the door and watched some TV until his dad came home about an hour later.
Burt slammed the front door shut.
Kurt sighed. When his father slammed the door it could only mean one thing. Burt walked into the room and plunked down in the armchair next to the couch.
"Hey, dad. Where's Lizzie?" Kurt flipped the channel to a football game he knew his father might want to see.
"On a motorcycle in another state somewhere with her young, new boyfriend." Burt grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.
Kurt bit his lip. "I'm sorry, dad."
"You hated her."
"But I love you."
Burt turned in the chair to look at Kurt. "I love you too, son."
Kurt smiled.
After about an hour of watching the game and shouting at the TV, Burt started laughing.
Kurt lifted an eyebrow at his father, who was now sitting next to him on the sofa. "Are you okay dad?"
Burt barked in laughter for another minute before he leaned back and wiped at his eyes. "Lizzie hated when I shouted at the game like this."
"She was a bitch."
Burt wheezed another breath of laughter. "She was. I missed doing this with you."
"I did too." Kurt smiled and patted his dad's knee. "You'll have to find a woman next time, who's mature enough to handle it. Not another spoiled little girl."
"You think I will?" Burt switched the channel to a show about fashion that they both knew Kurt secretly loved.
"Of course you will." Kurt smiled, but then he frowned. "Though you should take your time."
"Yeah…" Burt patted Kurt's knee before standing. "Your mom wouldn't like the girls I've had around. She'd want better for you. And I do too." He left the room and Kurt could hear him dial the local pizza place. "You want the usual?"
"Yeah!" Kurt called back, tucking his legs up on the couch and leaning against the armrest.
He knew his father's words were kind of an apology for how he'd been since she- for the past year. Tonight had meant something. They hadn't shared something like this for months. Kurt was fucking happy that Lizzie bitch was gone. He smiled and started concentrating on the fashion show on the TV.
They watched it together once the pizza came, and his dad even hugged him before they went to bed.
To be continued!
Author's note: There you go! I really hope you like it. In the next chapter you'll get some smoking, motor cycle rides, tattoos and secrets! Also feel free to leave me suggestions on what you would like to see!
Please leave a review to let me know what you thought of the chapter! I love you all. ^^
