Dylan ran a hand through his dark hair, leaving one hand on the wheel of his car. The smell of soup filled the car. Kurt wasn't feeling too great, well, that's an understatement. He sounded absolutely horrible over the phone; the hazel nut haired boy could barely get through one sentence without a cough or a sneeze inserting itself in the middle.
On his way out of his home, he told his mother that he would be taking his girlfriend to a movie and possibly dinner. Yes, his girlfriend. What his mother didn't know wouldn't hurt her and what Kurt didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Dylan would go to the end of the Earth to make sure that she never knew that he was dating another boy. That he, himself, was gay. In their home, something of the sort would be punishable. Though, as long as he could keep up the act, everything would turn out to be fine.
The dark haired boy parked his car on the street in front of Kurt's home, and then he stepped out of the car, the plastic container with the soup in his hand. He knocked on the front door, but no one seemed to have heard the knock. He knew that Burt was home because of the hours he worked and Kurt was definitely home considering how his condition was, someone was bound to come. Dylan wouldn't rush this and instead took the time to call his girlfriend and make sure they were on the same page or at least somewhere near.
The phone rang for a couple of minutes before he heard the click that signaled she had picked up.
"Hey! Are you coming to the church service later on tonight?" Dylan let out a sigh at the thought of it.
"Um, yeah. Victoria, will you do me a favor?" He didn't even wait for a yes or no, he just continued on. "Will you go to your friend's house or just out of the house and tell your parents that you're with me? Tell them we're going to see a movie, okay? I just- This is really important." He heard the door begin to unlock, so he made an attempt to hurry the conversation before Victoria could actually get a word in considering how much she loved to make a point and talk for quite a while.
"I'll explain it to you later, okay? Love you, bye." Almost as soon as he finished the conversation, Burt had opened the door. "Mr. Hummel," he said with a nod.
Burt took a step back, making enough room for Dylan to walk into the home. "Enter at your own risk, it's a contamination zone in here," he said. Dylan smiled sweetly. He always loved Burt's sense of humor.
"I think I'll be okay, Mr. Hummel," he chuckled. Sometimes he felt as if the Hummel family brought out the best in him with how kind they were and how they treated him just like he was a part of the family. It was a really nice feeling for him and he really, really hoped he could carry on with the relationship he had between them all.
Burt patted Dylan on the back after closing the door and locking it. "A real trooper we've got here. Well, he's down stairs, go get 'em."
Dylan made his way down the stairs, the soup behind his back. Halfway down, he heard the sniffling and coughing of his boyfriend echoing around the room. "You know, I could've sworn you sounded much better over the phone," Dylan said smiling as he approached where Kurt lay silently on the couch with a wonderful dark colored hat on his head. He was on his side, knees pulled into his chest, tissues surrounding him everywhere."
Kurt coughed pitifully into his elbow, his eyes following Dylan's movement across the room. "I blame Finn. He contaminated everything I own," he mumbled grumpily. Finn did just so happen to be sick for the last week and, for the last week; he would barge into Kurt's room looking for tissues when Kurt wasn't home. When Kurt came back home, he found his room a mess. At least Finn was out and about with Rachel being the healthy teen that he was.
"Tsk, tsk. I say we sentence him to eternal servitude to you, well, at least until you get better," he smirked.
Kurt laughed, though he ended up coughing right after wards. "Don't make me laugh or I'll have a coughing fit! Now come, sit." Kurt straightened himself out and swung his legs over the couch so that his feet ended up on the floor. He took the can of febreze that was on the coffee table next to him, and thoroughly sprayed the area. "I'm not liable for this if you just so happen to catch this cold or whatever this is, but I'm sure you figured that out when you came down here at your own risk."
"Oh of course I knew that. What you are responsible for is making me a happy person if I do catch this cold thing that you have. And you can do that by making me…" He moved in front of his boyfriend and pulled the soup out from his behind his back, doing a mini dance with it in his hand. "Soup!" Dylan sat down next to Kurt and put the soup on the coffee table. "But… it's not exactly homemade. You see, I tried to make soup, but then I somehow burned it, so I bought a can of soup and here it is. It's the thought that counts, right?"
Kurt's laughed again, resulting in him having another coughing fit. He slapped his boyfriend's knee and pointed an accusing finger at him. "What did I tell you?!" Dylan chuckled and wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulder, but, instead, Kurt decided to lie in his lap. The two stayed there comfortable, talking until Kurt fell asleep in Dylan's lap.
Blaine sat drinking a coffee at the Lima Bean. He swore that he would not become addicted to coffee when he returned to Lima, yet that boat seemed to have quickly sailed. The people around him seemed to be in such a rush while Blaine was just there, lost in thought. His thoughts were, of course, of Kurt and Dylan. He wondered how Kurt could pick such a horrible person like Dylan, but then he thought about how he didn't even call him or try to communicate with him once. In all honesty, he found that they were almost on the same level. Though, if Kurt was happy…
He couldn't help but will for school to start, that way he could at least think about school work and not about what he should have done and how he should have acted.
The hazel eyed teen didn't expect the one person that seemed to hate him already, not that he could blame him, to sit across from him. Dylan's blue eyes searched Blaine; he didn't look like he wanted to start any trouble.
"I only have one question for you, and then I'm leaving. You had the most wonderful person holding onto you by the heart, yet… why did you hurt him? And don't give me any of that 'I was busy' bullshit. You basically handed him over to me, not that I mind, but why?" Dylan was genuinely curious as to why Blaine couldn't give Kurt time of day when he was away. If he claimed to love him so much, then what was that disappearance?
The dirty blonde haired man at the next table had his back towards the two, though he would know that voice anywhere considering he was dating the mom of that very person. As he listened in, Dylan seemed to be talking about something that he knew was something that wasn't tolerated in his home and was caught off guard by the conversation as a whole. As much as he liked the kid, he was joining his family soon enough and there was a line that he would like Dylan not to cross. He would make sure to set some boundaries when he saw him at church later.
Oh hi! It's been a while, a long while, but I'm going to continue this story. Sorry about this chapter, I just had to get back into the feel of things, but hopefully there will be more Klaine in the next chapter :) Thanks for reading!