It was pretty late before the two hit the road to head home. The sky was dark and the moon was hidden behind the ominous charcoal clouds. It had started raining just as they had reached the car and the intensity of the drops had steadily increased as they drove down the deserted highway. As much as Kurt loved the sun, well as long as he could sit in the shade, he much preferred the rain. The sound of it hitting the car roof, drowning out all other noise, and the way it impaired their vision out of the windshield isolated them from the world. Kurt often felt better when he could cut himself off from the cruel realities that he faced out in this world and create one of his own. He could never stand to be alone for long though and would soon return to his friends and family seeking sociable interactions. At the moment, however, Kurt felt that he had everything he would ever need. He could stay in the car with Blaine forever, drive forever, under the protection of the rain and the night, and the open road. Kurt would have given anything for the comfort of the car earlier today.
It had begun well enough. Blaine had knocked on the Hummel's front door at 10:30 sharp and greeted him with an infectious smile and a quick hug before taking his hand and leading him back to his car before opening the passenger door and helping him in. As Blaine ran around the front and jumped behind the wheel, Kurt noticed the medium drip sitting Blaine's cup holder and a non-fat mocha latte waiting just for him in his. It was turned just right so that the message written in Blaine's messy scrawl was visible. For my blue eyed angel, it read. He had froze and blushed at the endearment that Blaine had never used before.
"Too much?" Blaine had asked nervously noticing Kurt staring at his note. "It seemed appropriate at the time; well it still does now, unless of course it is too much. It's just you're so perfect, Kurt, perfect for me, and I just can't believe that it was just some coincidence that we met, that you weren't sent to me and created just for me. I don't know. I'm sorry."
Kurt couldn't help but think the Finn would never do something like that for Rachel. It wasn't the coffee; it was the fact that his boyfriend had put some thought into the morning just to put a smile on Kurt's face. He had left earlier so that he could make the extra stop and still be on time as well as remembered Kurt's order and had personalized it. They could have easily stopped for coffee on the way but Blaine had wanted to do something special. It was sweet and entirely Blaine. Kurt had looked over at his boyfriend to find him blushing too.
"No, don't apologise. It's sweet...and maybe a little intense but I like it."
Kurt thought that that was a good way to sum up their relationship: sweet because everything was done innocently, and shyly, with the end goal of making the other smile and intense because at the age of seventeen, after knowing Blaine for a total of six months, Kurt couldn't picture his life without him. Kurt liked it though; it was so perfect, perfect for him.
Blaine had been scheduled to perform three shows: one at noon, one at six, and one at nine. Other than that though he was free and had free admission to the park. Kurt had been thrilled when Blaine invited him along because he loved watching Blaine on stage. It was one of the few times when Blaine would just let loose. His eyes would get wider and brighter, if that was possible, and Kurt could see the worry just melt away. His face was ever morphing between radiant smiles, flirtatious smirks, and then just plain goofy. He would move around the stage like he owned it and would let his body move to the music without any inhibitions. He would become the ultimate ladies man, having no problem sending female audience members a wink or holding there gaze for a moment. Kurt wondered if he hid behind that. When he was on stage he could be the straight guy who didn't have to be afraid of flirting. His life could be easy and normal. The thought didn't really bother Kurt though. Blaine was happy with who he was and was happy to share that with Kurt. Kurt understood that sometimes everybody, especially Blaine, needed an escape and if performing was Blaine's way of letting go then that was perfectly fine with him.
The two of them had wandered through the Six Flags grounds aimlessly throughout the day just enjoying their time together. It wasn't Kurt's ideal hang out. It was crowded, noisy, hot, and the bathrooms were horrible but he had fun. Blaine had dragged him on one of the old wooden roller coasters where the seat is just a bench seat and the safety bar only seems fit for the Ferris Wheel. They came out with a good picture though. Blaine had one arm up in the air, screaming, and smiling while his other arm was wrapped around Kurt, who had his face buried in Blaine's shoulder. Kurt had said that he hated the ride and the picture but he secretly loved both, well as long as he got to ride with Blaine. He was almost caught with a grin on his face when Blaine bought the picture before he quickly reworked it into the scowl. Blaine had just chuckled and grabbed his hand as they continued wonder, stopping at whatever peaked their interest.
The day had been great up until Blaine's last performance. Kurt had taken his usual seat on the bench on the outskirts of the crowd so he could sit, for one, but also so he could admire the way his boyfriend captivated the audience. He was truly amazing. Kurt got lost in his voice once again, the rich, powerful, manly sound that filled the night air. It was heavenly. Blaine was the angel. After the show Blaine had made his way to Kurt and just as Kurt stood up to praise him some else stepped in his way.
"Well, look what we have here. The fag lives. I thought you might have done the world a favour and jumped off a bridge or something. Apparently you just ran away. I'm not surprised though, being a coward is a trait of fags. Shame, the world would be a lot better without you."
Blaine had froze with a petrified look on his face. There was recognition in his eyes but not that of a pleasant kind. It was more as if all the life in them had left and the colour had drained from his cheeks, his lip was quivering, and Kurt could tell he was fighting back tears. Looking back, Kurt couldn't even really remember doing it. It was like he was just watching someone else walk over to the six-something wearing a buckeye baseball hat and shove him hard in the chest telling him to just leave Blaine alone.
"Oh so is this your new twink then Q? Although wait, he's the one defending your honour so I guess that makes you the twink. You've stooped to a new low there Q, I mean this fag practically screams 'I take it up the ass.' I guess I beat you into submission pretty well then hun?"
By this time a security guard had picked up on what was happening and dragged the guy and his baseball hat off. Blaine was visibly shaking now, tears streaming down his face, still unblinkingly frozen. Kurt was a momentarily taken aback at seeing Blaine so helpless and scared. Usually it was him that needed the comforting. Blaine was the strong one. It shattered Kurt to see his boyfriend so traumatized; it was something he never wanted to see again. He needed to make it better. Fix Blaine the way Blaine had fixed him before.
Kurt had put his arm around Blaine's waist and led him to the nearest bathroom where he lock the door and let Blaine cry into his shoulder. He whispered soothing phrases into his ear and stroked his back. He noticed that Blaine flinched when he touched his hair and made a mental note of inquiring about that later. They held that stance for a while before Blaine lifted his head and looked down at his feet in shame. Kurt had gently placed his hands on his boyfriends cheeks, lifting his head so he could peer into those beautiful golden, brown eyes that were now red rimmed to make sure that his soul had not been torn apart.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Blaine shook his head and Kurt decided that he would leave it for now. He wiped away a few remaining tears with his thumbs and leaned in to kiss Blaine gently, trying to convey how much he loved him and how he would always be there and how there was no shame in needing comforting. Kurt pulled away and rested his forehead against Blaine's, sliding his hand from his boyfriends face, down his arms, and into his hands.
"I love you."
"I love you too. Thank-you."
Kurt gave Blaine a quick peck before leading his boyfriend out of the bathroom and towards the hot chocolate stand. They both needed a pick-me-up. The smile returned to Blaine's lips as they both tried and failed miserably to gracefully manoeuvre around the generous helping of whipping cream on top of their drinks.
As Kurt admired the return of dapper, confident, intelligent, goofy Blaine in the reflection of his window he wondered how often something in the past had torn that away and how often it would happen in the future. Blaine wasn't as emotional as Kurt was but there were obviously times where something or someone got to him. That was ok though. Kurt would be there for him. It was easy to fall into the trap of placing every couple into the stereotypical male and female gender roles of today's society. Kurt caught himself doing it often, honestly it was hard not to. That was the mould that had been used for centuries and even though it was easy for Kurt to physically live outside this mould, mentally casting a new one proved difficult. Kurt, reluctantly, cast himself in the more female role and Blaine as more of the male. Blaine held the doors, drove the car, planned the dates, and he usually paid for them too. Sometimes Kurt felt guilty but Blaine seemed to like pampering him. It was nice to know though, not that anything about that nights ordeal had been nice, that he could be the man too. That he could step in, take control, and make Blaine forget about the pain, take it away. It was nice to know that Blaine needed him and that he could be what Blaine needed, was what he needed. Kurt didn't need to place himself in the masculine or feminine roles, he fit in his own role, which fit perfectly next to Blaine's.
A/N: so when i was writing this i thought it was evident but my friend read it and she didn't pick up on it so i thought i would just clear it up. The idiot that was taunting Blaine is someone from his past. I figure he's one of the guys from the Sadie Hawkins dance. I have Blaine's demons all worked out in my head and my plan is to slowly reveal them.
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