Kurt practically growled as he stormed up to Blaine who was leaning outside Kurt's dorm room. He didn't say a word to Blaine but pulled him into the room practically slamming the door behind him.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked insure of himself.
Kurt sighed and leaned on the door, banging his head against the wood "Blaine Anderson, I hate you."
Blaine's features crumpled, "K-Kurt?"
Kurt gave a spiteful laugh, "You see this thing on my neck?" Blaine nodded silently admiring his handiwork; Kurt however pulled the scarf back round his neck, tighter. "My dad saw and I swear I have never had such an awkward conversation at the dinner table in my life."
Blaine laughed playfully, "Serves you right"
Kurt narrowed his eyes not finding this at all amusing, "Excuse me?"
Blaine walked towards Kurt who never once broke eye contact, reached out for the grey woolly scarf that Kurt had wrapped around his neck and pulled it down slightly. For a few flickering moments Blaine let his finger trace the mark he then smirked and said "You started it."
Kurt pulled Blaine's hand away, huffed and went to sit on his bed, Blaine following like a lost little puppy behind him. Kurt contained a smile as Blaine kneeled down on the floor both of his hands cupping Kurt's knee caps, "Explain?"
Kurt sat up in his room looking through some of Lady Gaga's tweets on his iPhone. It was something to pass the time while he waited for dinner. He heard a knock at his door, "Dinner's ready."
It was Finn so Kurt replied a simple, "Kay," as he heard Finn's trudging footsteps disappear.
Rolling off the bed, he looked at himself in the mirror and his eyes automatically trailed to the bruise forming on his neck. He groaned and grabbed a nearby scarf, wrapping it neatly around his neck. It really didn't go with his outfit but it's not like Finn or his Dad would really notice anyway. Practically skipping downstairs, he slid into his seat opposite his father. His father was last to join the table and everyone automatically dug in; Carole was a very good cook.
"So, how's Dalton then, Kurt?" Carole asked politely.
Kurt finished chewing and nodded "It's good, met some great people."
"How's that Blaine kid?" Burt suddenly asked and Kurt nearly coughed up his food.
"Blaine? Yeah, he's just fabulous," Kurt prayed he didn't sound too shifty. The dinner time conversation slowly then drifted on to football and Kurt was happy, honestly thinking he was off the hook, when suddenly Carole said, "Kurt dear you're looking very warm, do you want to take of the scarf?"
Kurt half-heartedly laughed, "It's fine."
"Kurt take off your scarf at the dinner table," Burt suddenly instructed.
Kurt stopped midway through story telling because Blaine had suddenly started laughing, "Shut up, it really wasn't funny."
"Oh, stop whining" Blaine said smiling, "If you didn't like it, you would have pushed me off."
"Do you not understand how awful the conversation I had at the dinner table was?" Kurt huffed, not saying anything about the liking it part. Blaine smiled; he was fully aware of how awkward Kurt can get when you mention things that he wasn't exactly comfortable with. Kurt glanced at the boy kneeling in front of him, scoffing. He could basically see Blaine thinking.
Blaine smirked and looked at Kurt "I'm not going to apologize."
Kurt's mouth gaped slightly as if that hadn't been what he'd expected to hear. Blaine slid his hand into Kurt's and pulled it to his mouth where he kissed it gently. Not even looking up at him Blaine whispered "You're blushing."
"That's because everyone saw it. Carole saw, dad saw-" He moaned softly, "Oh and Finn saw!"
"What did he say?" Blaine asked. Kurt smirked watched as Blaine straightened up and sat next to him.
"Get in there."
It was Blaine's turn to blush and he mumbled something inaudible. Kurt's embarrassment dissolved slowly and he rubbed his thumb in small circles on the back of Blaine's hand.
He put on a fake pout when Blaine looked up, "Were you not as impressed with mine?"
Blaine took him seriously, "Hm? What no – I mean, yeah..."
"Maybe I should try again?"
"Uh, no, Kurt, not after-"
"Do you want me to practice on Finn or something then?"
Blaine spluttered, nearly choking on his own spit as the mental image was brought into his head. He turned to smiled at Kurt who was moving closer.
Damn him. He knew he was doing it, making Blaine like this. His hair was perfectly placed in the little quiff he had, not a strand out of place and he didn't have to use the horrid gel that Blaine did. He raised a sculptured eyebrow and rested his hand on Blaine's knee. Kurt heard a sharp intake of breath, so he kept pushing.
I am sexy!
"No, then?" He said innocently and moved his hand further, running up Blaine's thigh. Blaine made a noise in the back of his throat and stood up quickly. Kurt almost laughed out loud.
"What's wrong?"
Blaine turned, "Kurt. Come on."
"What?" He repeated, again with the innocent. Blaine couldn't resist being drawing into those gleaming blue eyes and he licked his lips.
Kurt watched him, satisfyingly. He stood up too, and walked over to Blaine. Blaine swallowed and Kurt leaned in and pressed his lips against his.
Blaine made a soft little groan and cupped Kurt's cheek with one hand, resting the other on his waist. Kurt wrapped one arm around Blaine's shoulder and then held Blaine's hand, the one on his waist. He slowly moved Blaine's hand down his side.
Kurt felt Blaine press himself closer. He did too, grasping Blaine's hand tighter.
He really didn't want to detach himself but he wanted to make Blaine want more, need more. Kurt leaned back, watching Blaine look at him slightly puzzled. Kurt forced a smiled. He leaned in to Blaine's ear.
"No need to thank me, Mr Anderson," He whispered, grinning as Blaine almost shuddered. He walked away from him, adjusting his scarf as he opened the door, "See you later, kay?"
Blaine groaned as the door shut and dumped his face into his hands. He was Kurt's mentor, and Kurt was one of his best friends. He had basically just turned into a big pile of walking sex. And that's not how Blaine wanted to see him. Unfortunately, he couldn't escape feelings making him.
Blaine looked up from his hands into the empty room and sighed.
Blaine and Kurt sat in Blaine's room lounging on the bed. There had been a pause in conversation where Kurt really didn't feel as if he had to say anything but Blaine knew he had to; he'd been trying to rack his brains for a good couple of minutes, when he finally just went with the obvious.
"We need to talk." Kurt sat up slowly not once making eye contact with Blaine who was leaning on his elbow to face him.
"I'm confused."Blaine continued.
Kurt bit his lip. Is he still not sure about his sexuality? Kurt's mind hissed. Ignoring the bitterness and worry that he felt he replied, "If you asked me Blaine, you don't seem confused."
Blaine frowned and Kurt replaced the snide comment with, "But if you are, that's fine with me, I mean, I have nothing against you being bisexual."
"Kurt!" Blaine spluttered now sitting fully up, "What, we've been over this? I'm gay."
Kurt let out a loud breath, "Phew. That's a relief."
"I think we both know that I'm gay," Kurt noticed Blaine's eyes trail to the bruise that had slightly faded on his neck, "But that's not what I meant. I mean what exactly are we Kurt?"
Kurt watched him, eyes slightly narrowed as if trying to figure him out. "We're... well I guess we're boyfriends."
"Kurt," Blaine said carefully, watching Kurt sit up too, "It's just – it seems like you're purely in this for... the physical stuff."
Kurt's eyes didn't pop out or anything, he just surveyed Blaine. This strengthened Blaine's suspicions. He swallowed and carried on.
"We were friendlier when we didn't... date. We'd go out for coffee, we'd laugh and sing together and watch movies and do things. Now whenever I see you, you just seem so much more mature. Minus the cake incident," He smiled. Kurt forced a smile too and Blaine carried on, "I mean, it's like you're controlling me and I – I want to be like we were before. But I want to be able to walk up to you and hug you."
Kurt looked down and let out a breath, "I just – you told me to be sexier." He said in a small voice.
Blaine's heart went out to him and he grasped Kurt's hand, "Hey," He smiled. Blaine held out his other hand and lifted Kurt's chin up, "I did at first and that was stupid. But hey, you blew me away. Kurt, you are freaking sexy when you want to be."
Kurt smiled coyly and Blaine grinned, biting his lip.
"I love all this stuff – it's all new to me and it's exciting and obviously – but I want you back too."
Kurt leaned forwards and hugged Blaine tightly. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, inhaling his scent. It was indescribable but adorable. Kurt mumbled into his neck, "Okay, fine."
He drew back, one eyebrow raised, smiling again, "But I still get to show you the extent of it. You've only seen me being suggestive."
Blaine laughed and leaned in to kiss Kurt. Kurt wrapped his arms around his neck again and leaned in, laughing too.
"Blaine Anderson," An angry voice said from the door, "What in the hell do you think you are doing?"
Blaine pulled away from Kurt quickly and stood up in front of him defensively. His dad stood at his open door, one hand holding a newspaper and the other clenched into a fist.
"Dad," Blaine said quietly. Kurt looked from one to the other, intimidated. But Blaine's come out to his parents. They know! His brain thought as he shrunk away from the man in the door frame.
Thoughts were rushing through his head as he watched Blaine rub his lips. His father stormed into the room, glaring at Kurt.
"I want a word," He said, loudly and obviously seething. Blaine scoffed angrily.
"What is your problem?" He demanded, shielding Kurt again, "You know who I am-"
"That doesn't make me want it!" His father yelled at Blaine, "Do you really think I'm proud of this?"
Blaine flushed a dark red. Kurt had never seen him this angry and it scared him. He couldn't believe his father was reacting so badly when he knew that this was his son; his own flesh and blood.
"So, what?" He replied, "You want me to never act on my feelings?"
"No," His dad shouted, "I want you to do the normal thing and get a girlfriend!"
This was obviously a real slap in the face for Blaine. He jerked his head and stared at his dad, trying to hide the pain in his eyes. Kurt couldn't stand it and stood up.
"Excuse me?" He exclaimed. Blaine's father turned to him, looking as if a pig had just spoken, "How can you talk to Blaine like this?"
"Kurt," Blaine warned softly. Kurt ignored him, staring at the hateful man in front of him.
"This isn't wrong, this is who Blaine is," He continued ferociously, "And if you can't look past that and actually appreciate your son, then how can you even call yourself a father?
"Who are you to tell me how to be a father?" He retorted, "It's not like you'll ever be one yourself."
This stung. Kurt looked down his nose, "It's basic respect. He is your son!" He extenuated the last words. Blaine stood slightly behind Kurt now, watching nervously.
His dad looked between the two of them. He shook his head, "Do you think I want a fag for a son? "
"...Dad?" Blaine asked from behind Kurt. Kurt turned to see tears pricking in his friends eyes. He ignored them, letting one roll down his cheek.
"I don't want to even talk to you," He said, voice low. He looked Kurt up and down and then Blaine, "I want you both out of this house. I'm not having queers living here."
"Dad-" Blaine practically hic-cupped the word out.
"No, Blaine," His dad said, "I've had enough. Get out!"
Kurt decided it was time to say something but before he'd even thought of something reasonable, Blaine's father had already slammed the door. Kurt tried to make himself as small as possible in the room; he felt incredibly awkward and he didn't know what to say. While Kurt was having his own inner monologue, Blaine had practically dumped himself on the floor and was resting his head on his knees. Kurt shuffled down to Blaine and rested his hand on top of his.
"K-Kurt I-I'm so sorry-"
Kurt laughed, despite himself, always so dapper, "Blaine don't apologize."
Blaine rubbed his eyes, "But I just can't believe... I'm so sorry..."
Kurt smiled tiredly and ran his hand soothingly through Blaine's hair that was a in cute little curls. Kurt didn't know if now was the right time or if he was pushing it but he ignored the hesitation his mind was forcing upon him and he whispered, "I love you."
Blaine looked up his eyes glistening, his mouth twitched at the side and mumbled back, "I-love-you-too."
While Blaine's mom tried as hard as she could to sway her husband, he'd put his foot down. She tried shouting and arguing to pleading and crying but he refused to listen. He threatened numerous things and Blaine's mum eventually set upon hugging her son for a full 10 minutes, whispering comforting things. While this happened, Kurt started collecting Blaine's things, stumbling around his room numbly.
This had really just happened, he was getting thrown out of his house, his own home. And this could've happened to Kurt when he came out. He gathered Blaine's uniform, a pile of good clothes and he even put Anastasia in the guitar case. He hovered around the gel but decided not to. He could style Blaine's hair tomorrow.
After placing everything in the side of the room, he pulled out his iPhone and called his dad.
"Hey Kurt," Burt's voice said into his ear, "Thought you were coming back later?"
"Dad," He breathed out, "I need a really important favour."
"What?" His dad asked, panicked, "Are you hurt? You okay?"
"I'm fine, Dad. It's Blaine."
"Oh," Burt noticed how his son's voice softened, "What's up?"
"He been kicked out," Kurt babbled, "He needs a place to stay. I told him-"
"No problem, kid," His dad said quietly. He knew this situation. Parent reacts badly and does the worst thing possible. Rejects their child.
"Thanks," Kurt breathed out in relief.
As soon as they got into Kurt's house, Carole immediately bustled in and hugged Blaine tightly. Kurt dropped his keys on the table and they all went to eat dinner. It was slightly awkward at first but Finn and Burt started talking about the latest football match and Blaine joined in enthusiastically, leaving Kurt and Carole to chat about the new vogue cover.
After eating, Blaine was smiling again and offering to help with the dishes. Carole declined happily and ushered the boys into the living room where Burt was watching TV. Finn had excused himself as Rachel wanted to call him. Blaine and Kurt sat on the couch and Kurt smiled, wrapping his arm around him. Burt coughed.
"So, uh," He began, "I wanted to ... discuss the uh – sleeping arrangements?"
Kurt looked up and said, "He's sleeping in my room, Dad."
Burt held up both his hands in mock surrender, "Yeah, I know. But we're going to have to get "another bed in there."
Kurt glanced at Blaine and back to his dad, "I have a double bed."
Burt's eyes flickered to Blaine again and he leaned forwards, "Okay kid, I trust you, and you have your pamphlets-"
"-AH la la la la-!" Kurt interrupted and started singing, pressing his hands over his ears. Blaine smiled wanly.
"I'm just saying, I'd be a lot more comfortable if there was an extra in there," Burt finished. Kurt stood up, tugging Blaine by his hand.
"Okay, whatever," He said. Blaine stood up too and followed Kurt out of the room, "We're going up there now."
Burt had decided to 'trust' his son, for tonight anyway, so they weren't bothering to dress any beds. Kurt had gone for sitting at his desk, reading the latest clothes magazine he'd brought while Blaine went through some of the stuff Kurt had packed for him.
Blaine was trying his best not to think about the earlier commotion as he did but he couldn't help the feeling that rose up into his throat as he picked up a photo Kurt had shoved in a bag. He sighed and flipped it over deciding not to even bother himself. However while looking through his stuff he noticed he was missing his hair gel, "Kurt?"
Kurt glanced up and smiled at Blaine who had changed into a loose fitting harry potter t-shirt (where he'd gotten that from, Kurt had no idea) and pair of red cotton boxers. His hair had now escaped into a fountain of curls that cascaded down his jaw line. Practically licking his lips, he responded "Uh-huh?"
"Did you not pack my hair gel?" Blaine ran his hand through his hair as of to add effect.
Kurt glanced upwards towards the ceiling, "Erm, no..."
"Why?"
Kurt sighed and stood up to meet Blaine in the middle of the room, biting his lip he placed his hands through the mop of curly hair, "It's so much better like this."
Blaine cringed, "It's not, it's awful!"
Kurt laughed and shook his head "But it looks so, so cute like this!"
Blaine looked at him, disbelieving and raising his eyebrows.
"Don't raise those triangles at me, Mr Anderson!"
"Triangles?" He asked, puzzled. Kurt scoffed.
"Yes, your eyebrows."
Blaine reached behind him, grabbed a pillow and threw it in Kurt's face. Kurt shrieked and threw it back, laughing. Blaine poked at Kurt's sides, making him shriek again and they both flopped on the bed, chuckling. They'd definitely passed the awkward stage.
