Blaine was a fairly light sleeper. So the second he heard small groans coming from the boy next to him, he jolted awake. His eyes flickered down to Kurt who was starfished to his side. "Oh, and I'm the one who's a cuddle whore." Blaine muttered to himself before extracting himself from the taller boy's hold. It was then that he noticed the silent tears falling from his closed eyes, the way that his face was scrunched up slightly even in sleep. "Hey," Blaine shook his slightly, "Kurt… Hummel! Wake up." Blaine crawled up close to him, shaking his shoulder with more force.
Kurt blinked his eyes open slightly, "You have really pretty eyes." He admitted, still half asleep.
Blaine smirked, "Thanks, babe." Kurt frowned, closing his eyes once more, "Nope. As much as I'd love you to stay in my bed, preferably naked… You should really get home."
"Don' have a home…" Kurt slurred drowsily.
Blaine rolled his eyes, "Yes, you do. You brought my drunk ass there before."
"I have a house. Not a home. Hasn't been a home in a while." He rubbed at his eyes, looking so much younger than he was.
"Listen… I'm not gonna babysit you, Hummel."
He could actually hear Kurt's teeth clench, "I don't recall asking you to." He sat up, swiveling around until his feet hit the floor.
"Are you going to tell me what the fuck happened earlier?" Blaine questioned.
Kurt got to his feet, swaying a bit but stayed upright nonetheless. "Karofsky happened."
Blaine raised an eyebrow, "Why do you put up with that shit?"
"Why do you give a fuck?" Kurt snapped before bringing up a hand to cover his mouth, which he then swiped over his face. His eyes shut as he let out a tired sigh, "Look, I'm- I appreciate you helping me out. I do. Even if I do have to deal with all of your sexual innuendos. Let's just face it. You don't know me. You don't care about me. So I'm not going to burden you with all of my shit, alright?"
Blaine's eyes connected with Kurt's, and he looked into those blue depths. There was… something. Something dark and Blaine didn't like it. Without much thought on his part, Blaine lunged forward. He pressed his lips to Kurt's in a hungry kiss. The look in Kurt's eyes, though he wouldn't admit it, scared him. He felt Kurt hesitantly respond, his soft lips working with Blaine's. Just as Kurt began to sink into the kiss, his eyes wrenched open and he abruptly pulled away, "No, I can't. I- shit…" Kurt started pacing, muttering to himself. Blaine caught part of what he was saying, "Can't do this… Going to ruin everything…"
"Babe, just let go." Blaine put a restraining hand on Kurt's shoulder to keep him from creating a rut on the floor.
"You don't understand." Kurt finally met his eyes, and that damn look was back again, "This?" He gestured between the two of them, "This can't happen. I- You would just be another person that I'd be-" Kurt snapped his mouth shut, seeming like he just realized he was revealing too much.
"Another person you'd be doing what to?" Blaine pressed, showing genuine concern.
Kurt shifted uncomfortable from foot to foot, "I need to go." He grabbed his car keys from the nightstand and made a dash for the door.
Blaine ran after him, though Kurt was pretty damn fast. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do if he caught him, but for some reason, his gut was telling him to not let Kurt leave. Kurt was too quick for Blaine as he was already pulling out of the driveway when Blaine made it onto the porch. His motorcycle was at school, so he'd just confront Kurt the next day.
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"Kurt? That you, buddy?" Kurt smiled as his father walked around the corner to greet him with a warm hug. Kurt stayed in the embrace for as long as was acceptable before reluctantly letting his dad go.
"Hey, Dad." Kurt plastered on a smile.
His dad gestured for him to follow him into the den, "I feel like I haven't had a chance to talk to you, kid."
Kurt shrugged, "I've got a lot of homework."
Kurt's father frowned, "It's kind of early in the year for them to be giving so much homework, isn't it?"
"It's the middle of October, Dad." Kurt forced a light laugh.
"That's besides the point. You really need to cut back, son. Oh, before I forget, did Dave talk to you about what Amber and I are doing next weekend?"
"Yeah, he did." Kurt suppressed a shudder.
Burt must have caught it, "You know you can always come to me if you need-"
"Burt!" Amber came around the corner, "Sweet heart, did you call the pizza guy?" She asked sweetly. Honestly, Amber was a nice woman… As long as you weren't gay. She really did love his father, and that was all that mattered to Kurt.
"Damn. Forgot. I'll call right now." He started for the phone, "Kurt? What would you want on your pizza?"
Kurt brushed him off, "Not hungry, Dad. I'm just going to go catch up on some more homework."
"Oh, honey. You need to eat! Put some meat on those bones." Amber reached over and pinched his cheek with a bit too much pressure.
Kurt shrugged her off, gently so that his dad didn't notice how uncomfortable he was with her so close to him, "I was at Rachel's house earlier. Her dads made us some food there, so I'm not really hungry anyway." He lied.
"Okay… Well, we're both going to go get the pizzas and bring them home. If you get hungry, just come upstairs." His dad took a step closer to him, placing a hand on the back of his head, "I love you kid." He turned and walked over to his wife as she grabbed the keys.
Once the door pulled shut, Kurt whispered, "I love you too, Dad."
Karofsky then rounded the corner, leering at him. This wasn't good. Kurt knew that look right off. He decided to make a break for it, in a mad dash for his room, he tripped and rolled down the stairs and into his room. He heard no pursuit after him, so he just hoped that Karofsky wouldn't decide to come downstairs and beat him up again. He'd been lucky, and he'd received nothing worse than an unwanted kiss… But Kurt wasn't known for being lucky, and he was not about to push it. So he just laid at the bottom of the steps and watched as Karofsky narrowed his eyes, looking down on him before reaching in and pressing down the lock and closing the door, engulfing Kurt in darkness. He pushed his aching body up and stumbled over to his bed, falling face first into the sheets, letting himself get pulled into unconsciousness.
Kurt was pretty sure he'd never felt so awkward in his entire life. He had never had anyone interested in him before, and of all people it had to be Blaine? Sexy as hell, Blaine? He sighed and turned the corner towards the glee club. One second he was walking down the halls, dodging the swarming bodies and the next, he was being yanked into an empty locker room. Kurt struggled in his stepbrother's hold, as he was pulled further into the room.
"Let go, Karofsky!" Kurt whimpered when Karofsky shoved him against the lockers.
"Let go, Karofsky!" Dave mocked him, "What are you going to do about it?" Karofsky pressed forward, sealing his lips over Kurt's. Kurt bit down on his lip, "You little bitch!" Kurt reviewed his limited options before bucking forward. Karofsky placed a restraining hand on Kurt's chest, "Ah, ah, ah… I don't think so. You're not flying away any time soon, fairy. I've got something to tell you." He shoved Kurt to the filthy floor, "Apparently my mom wants to take Burt on a second honey moon, so we're going to be alone next weekend. Meaning, you're going to go find somewhere else to stay."
"It was my house before you moved in, Karofsky. You go somewhere else." Kurt immediately regretted his words when he was picked up by the collar of his shirt and thrust into the lockers again, his head impacting harshly with the unforgiving metal.
"It's my house now, Hummel. Now, unless you want your dad to find out what a pathetic excuse for a son you are or ruin his happiness-" He threatened.
Kurt wouldn't take away the one piece of happiness his father had. He'd never loved anyone else after Kurt's mom died, and now… Now his dad is happy. Kurt wouldn't ruin that. Not even for his own happiness. "Y-yeah." He stuttered, his head was killing him.
"Good." Karofsky dropped him to a heap on the floor, kicking him once in the ribs before exiting the locker room.
Kurt groaned, hugging his midsection and rolling onto all fours. He used the bench for support as he pushed himself up, swaying as his vision blurred. Ducking his head, Kurt ran his fingers gingerly through his hair, feeling wetness and a stinging pain. He pulled his fingers away and saw red. Through his hazy mind, Kurt came to the conclusion that he needed to wash it out and the easiest way was for him to use the showers. Kurt staggered into the shower room, collapsing onto the unforgiving tiled floor before turning the knob. He hadn't even registered the cold. Not that it mattered… Not a lot mattered to Kurt anymore.
Kurt awoke with a start. He glanced at his phone, seeing that it was already nine in the morning! In his haste to get ready, he threw on the first things that he saw which included a plain black Henley shirt and a pair of too tight dark blue skinny jeans. He swung his messenger bag over his shoulder and took the stairs two at a time.
It took him hardly any time to get to school seeing as though he was speeding. Mrs. Campbell hated it when people were late to her class and he was already ten minutes late. He parked at the back of the lot and jogged to the doors, skidding into the hallway before taking a moment to compose himself. His hand was on the knob to his classroom when he felt a hand wrap around him from behind. The body behind him pressed into his back, and he could tell it wasn't Karofsky since the person behind him was too short.
"Thought you'd never show up, babe." Kurt rolled his eyes and turned around to face the pretentious, copper-eyed asshole…
Kurt ignored the fact that their faces were but centimeters apart and put on his best bitch face, "What are you doing out here, Anderson? Stalking the halls for more prey to screw?"
Blaine's lower lids tightened slightly before he composed himself and smirked up at him, "I have my eye on a much better prize."
Kurt bit his lip, shifting his eyes away from Blaine's intense gaze, "Why do I feel like I have to keep repeating myself to you? I'm not interested." Kurt spoke and he knew it was a lie. How could he not fall for those honey eyes when they were watching him with lust?
"You're a terrible liar." Blaine pressed, inching forward.
"Well here's a bit of honesty for you. You're far too persistent." Kurt retorted.
"What were you talking about yesterday?" The question took Kurt off guard, "When you said that we couldn't do anything together because I'd be another person you'd be…" He trailed off, clearly expecting an answer.
He wasn't going to get one though. It wasn't like Kurt could just say, 'Hey, I'm thinking about killing myself and I don't want another person to become attached to. I don't want another person to leave behind that might care about me in some way.'
No, he couldn't do that. As much as he'd like to just let go, he wouldn't do something like that. He would already be leaving his father behind, he didn't want to start having sex with Blaine and have it turn into a relationship because it would just be too much.
Blaine waited patiently while Kurt was thinking of some lie to make up when Blaine spoke up, "I can see the hamster wheel turning, Hummel. If you're just going to lie to me, don't bother saying anything at all."
Kurt let his eyes fall to the ground, "Then I don't have an answer for you."
He saw Blaine's hand come into his line of vision before retracting again. Blaine sighed and then Kurt felt a hand on his arm. He felt a gentle squeeze and he flinched slightly. After his tumble down the steps, he had quite a few bruises scattered over his body. "What was that?"
"Nothing."
"You have a serious problem with lying." Kurt could almost hear Blaine rolling his eyes. He finally looked up and met Blaine's eyes, "Let's cut out, huh?"
"I-I can't… I-"
"Come on, babe."
Kurt could feel his defenses wearing, and he knew with any more probing from Blaine and he'd give in. So he did the only thing he could do to protect himself, he ran. He heard Blaine pursuing him, but he didn't care. Kurt couldn't take it. He was just done. Skidding around a corner, he came face to face with half of the football team.
Karofsky stepped forward, holding a red slushy, "Boys? Let's make sure Hummel here becomes fruitier than he is now." And with a flick of his wrist, slushy rained down on him.
"What the fuck?" Blaine bellowed at the football team.
Karofsky scoffed, "Well, well. Looks like we have another fag to slushy. You're lucky we're all out." Kurt frantically tried to swipe the icy syrup out of his eyes so he could see what was going on. He heard something solid hit the lockers. "No, I got this one." He heard Karofsky tell someone. When the substance was mostly off his face he noticed Blaine lunging at Karofsky, throwing a punch square in the middle of Karofsky's face. Blood started to spill from his nostrils and into his panting mouth. Blaine was hunched in a fighting stance and when Karofsky came at him, he ducked and sent a jab into the Neanderthal's stomach. Blaine wasn't able to get out of the way fast enough as Karofsky snagged Blaine's hair and pulled him backwards, kneeing him in the groin. Blaine fell to his knees, scrunching his face in pain. Karofsky let out a harsh laugh before encroaching on Blaine, kicking him while he was down.
"Blaine!" Kurt called to him and before his mind could catch up to his limbs, Kurt was jumping onto Karofsky's back, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him back from Blaine. Karofsky's fingernails were scratching at his arms, trying to pry him off. He felt someone grabbing him from behind, pulling him off. He let them without protest and he was then encompassed in the restraining arms of Puck.
"What the hell, dude?" Finn asked from in front of him. Kurt let his eyes roam around, noticing Karofsky and his gang had left. The only people in the hall were himself, Puck, Finn, and Blaine. Blaine who was now staring at Puck with suspicion clear in his eyes.
"Let him go, Mohawk." Blaine took a step forward.
Puck released Kurt from his hold, placing a hand on his shoulder before turning to Blaine, "Dude, calm down. I was just trying to help." He turned Kurt with his hand so he was facing him before leaning in and whispering, "You okay, man? Is that kid okay with you?" Kurt nodded, so Puck moved away.
"How do you know Kurt?" Finn asked with suspicion.
Blaine raised an eyebrow. "I don't need to explain myself to you, giant."
Finn glared at Blaine for a moment before turning to Kurt, "You going to glee?" He asked.
Kurt thought about it for a minute, he didn't feel much like singing… He hadn't felt like singing in a long time, "No."
Finn nodded his head in acknowledgement. Puck gave Kurt a pat on the shoulder, not noticing Kurt wince when his palm impacted a particularly bad bruise, "Well, we're going to get back to class…" He eyed Blaine again, "Unless you want us to walk to your class with you or something?" He offered.
Kurt smiled at the gesture, "I'm okay. Blaine's… Blaine's a friend." I guess, Kurt added in his mind. He didn't miss the slight twitch of Blaine's mouth into almost a half smile at his words.
"You're friends with him?" Finn seemed genuinely confused. He supposed it would be weird of Kurt to befriend the schools new resident bad boy. His eyes roamed over Blaine's appearance. His unruly raven curls, the jet-black biker jacket paired with a maroon shirt and dark wash skinny jeans. And of course the classic clunky boots. Blaine was the picture of 'badassery' as Puck would call it. And yet, there was a subtle softness in those cautious hazel eyes…
Kurt turned back to Finn, "Well, I'm friends with Puck." He said as if it answered everything.
Finn pulled one side of his mouth up and shrugged, "True. Okay, well… We'll see you later, dude."
Puck gave a salute before following Finn down the hall. Kurt stood there, watching their retreating backs. He could feel Blaine's eyes on him, but he ignored it. A shiver ran down his spine as a piece of ice slid under the neck of his shirt. He felt tears pricking at his eyes, but he refused to allow them to fall. Blaine came into his line of vision just as one traitor tear fell. He shied away when Blaine took a step closer.
"I know what it's like, you know." There was something in Blaine's voice that made Kurt look up at him. His amber orbs were searching Kurt's face before continuing, "To be bullied."
Kurt let out a short, un-amused laugh, "Really?"
"Yeah. I used to be like you."
"Like me?"
Blaine's eyes flickered to the floor before turning his gaze full force at Kurt, "Afraid." Kurt was silently watching Blaine, not knowing what to say to that. "How about this… There is no one in the locker rooms next block which is in," Blaine pulled out his phone to check the time, "ten minutes. So let's hide out in the bathrooms and then you can use the showers to get the slushy off of you. Then we can go to my place."
"Why are you being so nice to me?" Kurt blurted out.
Blaine just chuckled, not seeming offended by the question, "Is there a reason why I shouldn't be?"
Kurt shrugged slightly, "I guess not. It's just that people like you aren't usually nice to the school faggot."
Blaine frowned, "Don't call yourself that." He almost growled, "I'm gay too you know. And I don't call myself a fag."
"You're just gay? I just assumed you had sex with anything human."
Blaine's eyes softened, Kurt had done a good job at distracting him, "What did I tell you about that snark level?"
The bell rang and Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrist, pulling him into the nearest boy's bathroom and locking the door.
Both stood in amiable silence until the bell rang again and the coast was clear, "I have a sweatshirt in my locker that you can wear so you won't have to put that shirt back on." Blaine explained as they navigated the halls. Kurt nodded, keeping close to Blaine's side. He stopped in front of his locker and kneeled down, putting in his combination and pulling out a large black hoodie. The locker room was just around the corner, so Blaine walked in first to make sure no one was inside before gesturing for Kurt to come in.
"Blaine?" Kurt waited until Blaine turned around, "Just… Thanks."
"No problem, babe."
Kurt rolled his eyes and took a large white towel into the shower stall. He took his time, allowing the warm water to wipe away the sticky syrup from his hair and body. After a while, he finally decided it was time to go back out to Blaine. He turned off the shower and ran the towel through his hair and dried his body. Kurt then realized his clothes are back in the locker room… with Blaine. Shit. Kurt wrapped the fluffy towel around his waist securely before slowly padding over to where he'd put his clothes. Blaine wasn't around, so he quickly slipped on his boxer briefs and jeans. He was reaching for the sweatshirt Blaine had leant him when he heard a sharp intake of breath coming from behind him. He quickly turned around and self-consciously wrapped his arms around his torso. Blaine was staring, wide eyed at his chest. Kurt knew what he must have seen when he was turned around. His whole body was littered with bruises from various instances. Kurt bit his lip, tensing when Blaine came closer. His eyes held anger and compassion, which was a strange mix. He reached around Kurt and handed him the sweatshirt. Kurt pulled it swiftly over his head, ignoring the soreness of his muscles when he stretched his arms out to don the hoodie.
Kurt sent out a quick text to his dad saying that he wasn't going to be back for a while and not to wait up. He held the phone up, "I'm free for the rest of the day."
Blaine's eyes darkened, "Good." He smirked, once again grabbing Kurt's wrist and pulling him down the halls and out into the brisk air.
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