Isolation
Chapter Four
Blaine is sitting on the seagreen swing, gaze cast down, wringing his hands when Kurt returns outside, sweets and snacks, as well as two glasses and something to drink in hand. He puts it all down on the small, pink table in the corner and walks back over to sit down with Blaine, "Hey." Kurt watches Blaine flinch, still not looking up. "What happened while I was in there?"
Blaine breathes a shuddering breath, voice creaking with hesitation, "This is all just a lot."
"What?" Kurt asks, not quite understanding.
"You wanting me here."
Kurt reaches over then, hand coming to rest on Blaine's, tightly knotted with each other, and now that Kurt can feel it '... shaking.'
Blaine is more than tempted to pull back but finds himself unable to move.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know how to do this."
"What?"
"This."
Kurt looks at the head of hair in confusion, gives a gentle squeeze prompting Blaine to look up, and with all that fear in Blaine eyes placed into the open it all suddenly becomes clear as a sunny day's blue, translucent sky to Kurt. But instead of addressing the elephant in the ..., well, on the outdoor, seagreen porch swing, Kurt reaches out, cups Blaine's cheek, runs a thumb along the line of his cheekbone once, then leans in, and as Blaine's eyes flutter shut, places a kiss there, featherlight and only just there.
"Kurt, I ...," Blaine tries, but Kurt shushes him.
"When you're ready we'll talk it all out. Can we just ... be, tonight? Together? Just you and I?"
As Blaine's eyelids flutter the teardrops fall and crash, but Blaine does not care, for once he does not care about the world, that family of his, those people calling themselves his friends. For this once he does not care anymore, and cares as much as never before ... about himself, about who he knows he is, he can be, with a brave boy at his side. He wants honesty in this, needs it. No lies, not even omissions with Kurt.
It is tonight, right now that Blaine resolves to be braver, to give up making himself a secret, ... small, to give up the hiding. And he knows where it all has to start, with those words he needs to say, that thing he needs to acknowledge in order to ... to stop omitting himself.
Kurt watches the resolve in Blaine's eyes grow.
"I'm in the closet, to everyone."
Kurt's gaze is as soft as his reply, "I understand."
"Everyone but you."
