Chapter Two: Blaine

You know how they say you should have a foundation in every relationship? Kurt and I know this very well. It was a while before he and I got together. The foundation was laid out beautifully. Even if it was more of a sexual tension and my obliviousness to Kurt's constant advances, it was pretty stable.

When Kurt told me about Karofsky kissing him, I was definitely shocked. I mean, one day Kurt's telling me how much this guy absolutely hates Kurt for who he is then there he goes, a total hypocrite, being one of Ohio's worst closet cases. It seriously pissed me off that someone would pick on someone as frail, innocent and vulnerable as Kurt (Kurt: Not. A Woodland. Creature.) So I busted my butt there to McKinley and confronted the bully with Kurt.

Why? Because I needed to show Kurt how much I care and how far I'll go.

Even I had to admit, I was scared out of my wits. The guy was twice my weight and size. I told him he wasn't alone and he shoved me up against the fence, threatening me. Normal behavior, I've dealt with this before. I knew some nerves I could pinch if he go too crazy or if he was going to attack me. But I didn't get to do that because Kurt had pushed him away.

The guy ran off, leaving me and Kurt to be alone. I saw that he was visibly upset and I remember being in that situation. I wasn't like Kurt, that was for sure. I had gotten beat up a lot worse, which resulted into anger issues, which I had to took some time to handle.

And so I treated Kurt to lunch at Breadstix. I remember him just staring at his pasta. And me, not having eaten breakfast, contemplating whether I should comfort him about this Karofsky guy or ask if I could have his spaghetti and meatballs. I did both.

He chewed on a breadstick half-heartedly as he recalled several stories. I asked about his now step-brother, Finn, when he'd mentioned him in a certain tale when he had stood up with all the glee club members, to the bullies in his school. He mentioned an unfortunate crush on him, which I chuckled at (politely because I'm freaking dapper like that). Him setting up Finn's mom and his dad. Then we'd moved onto the subject of family and coming out.

He was sympathetic on my story of my dad not accepting who I was and eventually leading to a divorce since I even got beat up and neglected for it. Honestly, I was a little jealous that Kurt had an amazing father who respected the fact that he was gay. That definitely wasn't my dad. But Kurt deserved a dad like Burt.

After we had finished up and I paid the bill, drove him back and I, returning to Dalton.

There was definitely a lot of thinking on my part in the two-hour ride back to Westerville. I felt the need to protect Kurt. A mentor, that's what he needed. I'd gone through the same things as him and he had admitted he was the only out at his school. He needed someone to talk to.

We didn't talk to each other for a couple of days, but, living in the 21st century, there were a ton of ways to get by.

Through text, we had discovered a ton of things about each other, such as: we both loved Marion Cotillard on the cover of Vogue, we both had a crazy obsession with Katy Perry (Kurt: The boy lies. I'm more of a Lady Gaga man.) and that we had both used to be football players for our school (Dalton didn't have football, sadly, but we did have soccer, which, I sucked hard in)

Via Skype, I had spied a small stuffed parrot, which I learned to be named Rachel Berry. He saw my shirtless Alex Pettyfer poster (Kurt: He still has it. He's trying to convince me to hang it up in our bedroom. Blaine: I dare not deny those accusations).

Lastly, through Facebook, I saw that he'd gone through a phase of lumberjackiness (Kurt: That's not a real word. Blaine: It is now.) and as I'd later learned, Mellencamp, which, I found extremely hot. But of course, like everything else, that remained only in my mind and now I'm printing it for the whole world to see. And that was all in a span on five days.

Finally, after a while without any kind of physical contact, I met up with him at the Lima Bean and he invited me to go with him and his friend Mercedes. He clarified that "it isn't a date. Just you, me and 'Cedes and this guy named Anthony I set her up with". I chuckled and asked playfully "So it's a double date, then?" His cheeks turned, looking back now, an adorable shade of pink and raised his eyebrow defiantly at me. "Just be there, Blaine" he said, throwing his scarf on and picking up his coffee. I'm pretty sure the two of us felt like we'd just been smacked in the face with a paddle that said "PLATONIC". My fault, really.

The date was fun, but I was a wee bit worried about Mercedes, who looked liked she wasn't exactly having the time of her life.

Kurt told me that his dad was getting married one day. I told him I was psyched for him. Then he started blabbering about details for the wedding, then everything kind of seemed peaceful, for once. It was pretty beautiful.

We didn't talk to each other for a couple of days, only through text again, which, kind of bummed me out because I was pretty curious about his Karofsky situation and well...Kurt in general. He had been a great mentee, if that's the word. Kind of missed the little guy (Kurt: I think I've cracked enough short jokes for the sequel. I don't think I can say anything else right now). But Kurt called me during lunchtime one day, with his voice heavy and breath uneven.

He was crying as he told me about Karofsky's threats to kill him. Apparently he was in a bathroom cubicle, in the girl's room of all places. It took the greatest of strength not to cry along, because I'm one of those people that tear up when someone else is. Plus, Kurt sounded so vulnerable that I just wanted to drive two hours to Lima, envelope him in my arms and coo that it was going to be okay. But that was just really creepy.

Or at least, it was in my mind, it was, since it consisted of Frank Sinatra and vanilla-scented candles.

This wasn't as lengthy as I woul'd've liked, but I write it on my phone so it's kind of just...yeah.

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