CHAPTER 4
Kurt watched from the kitchen as Blaine sat there, arms wrapped around his knees that were rested against his chest, rocking back and forth. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. Who would be cruel enough to do such a thing?
He grabbed the two steaming mugs of coffee and walked back into the lounge room. He placed the cups on the coffee table and sat himself down next to Blaine, close enough that their shoulders touched.
Blaine unwrapped his arms from his legs and swung them around Kurt's neck. Kurt slipped his arms around his boyfriend's waist and pulled him close. Quietly, Blaine sobbed into Kurt's t-shirt.
They sat there, embracing each other, for a while before Blaine sucked in a deep breath and straightened up. He quickly wiped the back of his hand over his eyes and sighed.
"Sorry," he said, his voice croaky. Kurt smiled warmly at him, his eyes full of adoration. Blaine smiled back and laughed breathlessly. "Thank you," he whispered, lightly stroking Kurt's cheek. Kurt looked him, puzzled.
"Thanks for… what?" Again, Blaine laughed, picking up Kurt's hand and weaving their fingers together.
"Everything," he said. He knew it sounded cheesy but it was true. "For waiting for me, for helping me, for being here."
Before Kurt could reply, Blaine had leant in and pressed his lips to Kurt's. As usual, fireworks exploded behind Blaine's closed eyelids, but that was only the beginning.
The usual rush of heat that filled his body came through, filling him with so much emotion it was hard to contain. The sensation that came with kissing Kurt was unexplainable, but he loved it.
He remembered the first time he kissed Kurt in the Dalton common rooms, only about half a year ago. He remembered losing Regionals against the New Directions, yet still winning. He remembered when Kurt had transferred back to McKinley and the pain he'd endured that day and how he still felt extremely happy for Kurt. He remembered junior prom and Kurt winning the title on prom queen. He remembered looking up at the stage and seeing this beautiful being standing there and wondering how he ever became his. He remembered sitting in the Lima Bean with Kurt after he'd returned from New York. He remembered saying the three words that he'd never said to anyone before. Everything seemed to have happened extremely fast, yet he could remember every aspect of it.
He pulled away from Kurt slowly and opened his eyes. By that time they were laying on the couch, bodies touching and legs twisted together. Kurt's arms wrapped around Blaine's neck and pulled him in again, kissing his passionately. Blaine smiled as he kissed Kurt, his hand moving to Kurt's jaw. Kurt's hand moved up the back of his neck and he intertwined his fingers into Blaine's hair.
They were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway and the sound of car doors closing. Blaine sat up quickly, pulling Kurt up to sit next to him. He quickly straightened out his clothes and tidied up his hair as Kurt did the same.
For the first time since he arrived, Blaine could feel the burning of the scratches on his face and the throbbing of his black eye. He felt the cool touch of Kurt's fingers as they traced the scratches that covered his cheek.
The sound of the door unlocking and being opened filled the now silent house. Voices floated in from outside. Now it was time to face Kurt's parents.
"Kurt, we're home!" Burt called out, hanging his coat up on one of the series of hooks that lined a section of the hallway wall. He walked into the lounge room to see his son sitting awkwardly on the couch. He glanced over to find an unexpected visitor to his home.
"Hello, Blaine," he said carefully.
"Dad, Blaine was just –" Burt shook his head at Kurt and studied Blaine. He could tell something was up from the look of the boy. There were scratches all over the skin of his necks and cheek and his right eye was a dark purple. Burt knew he was dumb, but he wasn't stupid.
He spotted a tattered sports bag beside the couch and could tell what had happened.
"Mr Hummel?" Blaine asked quietly, looking up at Burt. "I'm sorry if I'm, uh, intruding or anything but I have… a favour to ask."
Blaine looked across at Kurt who smiled encouragingly. Blaine bit his lip nervously and Kurt nodded slightly in a seemingly private gesture. Kurt looked back up at his father.
"Blaine's dad… wasn't accepting of our… relationship," Kurt said, struggling to find the right words. "Would it be alright if he stayed here for a few days?"
Burt knew what Blaine had done for his son and his trust of the boy was growing but he studied Blaine closely. Both Kurt and Blaine sat there nervously as Burt pondered the decision. He finally nodded.
"He can stay," Burt announced before adding, "but no funny business." He waved a finger at both the boys. Kurt nodded, smiling.
"Thank you, Mr Hummel," Blaine said politely.
"Call me Burt," was all Burt said before leaving the room.
TO BE CONTINUED