"Hey, Kurt. It's Blaine… again. Would you please answer your phone? I don't care if it's to just tell me to screw off. I just want to hear your voice, Kurt… Please call me back."
"Okay, I know I've officially crossed into stalker territory with the amount of messages I've left. But I really need to talk to you. It's not something I can really talk about over the phone for fear of you hanging up on me… and because it seems like you're not going to answer your phone anyway. So if you're listening to these messages, can you meet me at the same Starbucks we were at before tomorrow at three?"
"Well, I had a nice steaming cup of coffee calling your name, but you never showed… I'm going to text you my address, okay? Just so you have it. I-I know you don't want to be with me… but I just really want to be your friend again."
Kurt never took any of his calls or texts. Blaine was starting to get worried about him, but he didn't want to chance another run in with 'the boyfriend'. Rachel of course was absolutely no help. She refused to talk to him about Kurt, thinking all he was trying to do was break up him and Aiden.
After a whole week of being snubbed via phone, Blaine had had enough. He got into his car and drove to Kurt's apartment.
He waited. He waited in his car for hours, just watching, "God, I'm such a creep." He said to himself, slamming his head back into the headrest. About to give up, he turned his car back on, checking his mirrors to make sure no one was coming. And, in one mirror, he saw none other than Aiden dashing away from the apartment. Blaine furrowed his brow, wondering why Aiden was leaving at –he checked his watch- ten o'clock at night. Figuring this was his only opportunity, he turned off his car and jogged across the street to Kurt's apartment complex. His palms began to sweat, just as they had done the first day he'd shown up at Kurt's place unannounced.
Once he got to Kurt's door, he wiped his palms against his pants, straightening his signature bowtie, before knocking.
There was no answer, so he tried again… Nothing. "Kurt?" He called through the door, "It's Blaine." Silence. "Please open the door." Blaine groaned, banging his head against the door.
He hoped he wasn't over reacting, but the combination of his gut feeling and the fact that Burt and Finn both had the same sort of feeling regarding Aiden… he in good conscience had to at least talk to Kurt about it. Get his side of things. But that was impossible when he couldn't even get in contact with the man. Blaine turned away from the door, going back to his car.
When he pulled up to the curb outside his apartment, he noticed Aiden pacing back and forth, running his hands through his hair as he looked around frantically, "I'm sorry, babe! Just… fucking come out, damn it!" He yelled into the night air, gritting his teeth together before going around the block.
Blaine jumped out of his car and ran to his building, hoping to avoid Aiden. He ran to his room when he noticed the door was left at a crack. Heart pounding rapidly in his chest, he pushed the door open, an eerie creak sounding.
He reached over and grabbed an umbrella as a weapon, kicking the door closed and encasing the room in darkness. Blaine waited a moment for his eyes to adjust before he walked further into the main room.
There was a form curled up on his couch, moving slightly. Blaine shuffled over, holding the umbrella at the ready, and reached out to the light, flicking it on.
"Kurt?" He blinked a few times, dropping the umbrella.
The noise shocked the young man, causing him to awaken and scoot away, holding his arms in front of his face in a defensive posture, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He chanted, pressing himself as far back as possible.
Blaine fell to his knees in front of Kurt when he let out a small sob, lightly setting his hand on Kurt's drawn up knee. He flinched. "Kurt? It's Blaine." He spoke softly, stroking his thumb along the material of Kurt's jeans. Blaine wanted to just pull Kurt into his arms, kiss away his tears… but it wasn't his place anymore.
Kurt's breathing calmed a bit and he peeked out from behind his hands, meeting Blaine's gaze, "Sorry. I-I thought you were someone else."
"You're in my apartment, Kurt." He teased, trying to lighten the mood. It gained a half-hearted chuckle from Kurt, so he counted it as a win, "Which leads me to the question of how you got in here."
"Door was unlocked." Kurt shrugged, wincing slightly.
"What was that?" Blaine inquired, eyes scrutinizing him, "Are you hurt?"
Kurt immediately shook his head, "No, no. I-I'm fine. Y-you kept calling asking to talk to me s-so… here I am."
Blaine cautiously stood up, moving to sit next to Kurt on the sofa, "I saw Aiden outside…" He hedged.
Kurt tensed a moment before speaking, "O-oh… Yeah. He- I just..." He stumbled over his words. Blaine could see in his face that he was trying desperately to come up with some excuse, "My bag got stolen… and we were chasing after the guy that took it and… uh- we got separated. I was close to your apartment, so I though m-maybe I could use your phone to call him… or… something." He ended lamely.
"Well that's complete and utter bullshit." Blaine called him on his clearly made-up story, "How about we work along the lines of the truth?"
Kurt averted his eyes, "That is the truth." Blaine just sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get anywhere right then, "Maybe… I should go h-home." Kurt said shakily, biting his lip harshly.
Blaine narrowed his eyes, watching him carefully, "It's late. How about you stay here for the night?" The look of absolute relief on Kurt's face was enough to tell him his suspicions weren't just made in his head. He still wasn't sure what it was that was wrong, but he knew there was something.
"If you insist." Kurt tried to give off an air of nonchalance, but Blaine could see straight through the charade. Kurt was hurting. And when he was hurting, he always tried to play off his pain as being not a big deal. Blaine wouldn't fall into his words so easily. He knew him too well.
"Stay here. I'll be right back, okay?" Blaine patted his knee, getting up and walking to his room. It was a small apartment, only one bedroom and one bathroom. So he pulled out a rolled up sleeper mattress and laid it next to the bed, fitting it with some old sheets. He then made up his own bed before walking back into the main room where Kurt was still in the same spot, "I've got some pajamas you can change into." He offered, gesturing to his room. Kurt nodded shakily, getting up and following him into his room. Blaine went over to the corner of his room where most of his things were still packed away in boxes. He grabbed an old Dalton shirt and a pair of black plaid sleeping bottoms, handing them to Kurt with a smile, "Bathroom's just through there." He pointed to the door across the hall. Kurt nodded, taking the clothes to the bathroom.
Blaine quickly changed before sitting down on the small mattress on the floor, fluffing up the pillow behind his head. He did his best to ignore the constant fluttering of his heart.
A few minutes later, Kurt came in, moving meekly around the corner. At seeing Blaine on the spare mattress, he immediately started to protest in true Kurt-like manner, "Blaine, you don't have to give up your bed for me. Come on. Up." He gestured for Blaine to get up and into his bed.
"My apartment, my rules, Mr. Hummel." Blaine stayed put, falling back onto the mattress and closing his eyes, "If you're still standing there with your hand on your hip glaring at me when I open my eyes, I'll be forced to carry you to the bed." Blaine peeked at Kurt who just let out a huff and dropped his hand, walking over to the bed.
Blaine closed his eyes again, a small smile forming on his face. He was just glad that Kurt was there with him… knowing he was safe.
A few hours later, Blaine woke up. He didn't know why until he heard a small sniffle coming from somewhere above him. Yawning, he sat up, peering over at Kurt. All that could be seen was a lump of covers, shaking slightly. In his sleep-laden state, Blaine did what came naturally. He got up and crawled onto the bed next to Kurt, "Shh. It's okay." He breathed tiredly, wrapping an arm around Kurt. The other boy froze up for a moment before relaxing slightly into his hold, "It's okay." He repeated softly.
Blaine was just starting to doze off again when suddenly the warmth in his arms disappeared. He sat up quickly, turning on the light in the room. Kurt was swiftly gathering up his clothes in a panic. He noticed Blaine was watching him, but continued grabbing his things, "I-I can't stay here. Aiden doesn't know where I am a-and I don't want to worry him." He explained even though Blaine never questioned his actions.
"I assumed Aiden was the one you were trying to get away from."
Kurt tensed, half bent over, about to grab his shirt, "And what exactly gave you that idea?"
Blaine narrowed his eyes, "I'm not a damn village idiot, Kurt. Do you really think that I'm so blind that I can't see that you're hurting?"
"And why the hell do you care anyway?" Kurt snapped back defensively, "This is just all some ploy to get me into bed with you again. Isn't it, Anderson?"
Blaine got out of bed, standing at full height, "You're the one that broke into my goddamn apartment!" He countered. He knew he needed to stop, but his defenses were rising at Kurt's accusations.
"Fuck you." Kurt muttered, stalking past Blaine.
"I'm just trying to help you."
Kurt spun around, "Well, maybe I don't want your help. Maybe I don't even need it."
"You ever get tired of lying all the damn time?" Blaine questioned, following behind Kurt as he made his way back through the apartment.
Kurt just shook his head, opening the door, "It was a mistake coming here." He spoke lowly, "Don't call me anymore."
Anxiety rose in Blaine's chest at the sight of Kurt making a move to leave. He'd gotten so caught up in their argument, he'd forgotten the whole reason he'd wanted Kurt to come to him, "Wait." Blaine reached out, shoving the door shut before Kurt could leave, effectively trapping him between his body and the door.
Kurt's breathing hitched slightly, but he managed to keep calm, "Let me go, Blaine." He ordered, voice wavering only slightly.
Blaine stepped back and looked at Kurt. Really looked at him. The Dalton shirt billowed away from his body, the checked pants barely clinging to his narrow hips. His lackluster hair had lost some of its sheen, a few strands hanging limply across his pallid forehead. Sunken in stormy grey eyes remained downcast.
Was this… Was this his fault?
Blaine reached forward hesitantly only for Kurt to press his back against the door. Maybe Aiden had nothing to do with how Kurt was. Maybe it was all because of Blaine. He knew that he'd royally fucked up when he'd hooked up with Eli, but had he really caused all of this? Aiden was probably only aggressive with him since he knew what Blaine had done. Blaine was the monster, not Aiden…
"I'm sorry." Blaine breathed, the pain in his chest pulsing with hatred for himself, "I'm so sorry, Kurt."
Kurt glanced up at him, confusion alight in his eyes. He seemed torn, but in the end, he slipped away and left Blaine standing there in front of the door.
He stood for another moment before shutting the door softly, resting his head against the cool wood, "I love you so much, Kurt." He whispered brokenly.
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With school and work, I haven't had the time to really write. So, sorry in advance for the longer periods between updates!
I hope that you liked this chapter and I will do my best to update soon. :)