Chapter 6 - Books

When Kurt woke Finn was taking him to his room. The boy took a moment to realize where he was soon recognized but the tapestries luxurious villa of Dalton, everything that had happened came back to him.
"No, let me go Finn! Where is he? "Asked worried" he was hurt, I need to help him ... "
"Phew, Kurt sure you're boring ... I had one task, to bring you in the room while you were sleeping and you woke up ... still the boss is in the living room, Santana is treating him with Quinn ... I think there is also Rachel, but I think that there is only making this noise ... "
Kurt did not need repeated twice, and ran down the stairs. He opened the door of the room and found the girls intent on trying to medicate their master sat on the couch sulking.

"Oh dear Kurt, you're awake ..." Quinn smiled.
"Kurt! Kurt! How are you? "Rachel began to trill running up to him" what happened? the owner does not want to say anything! But you're hurt? How are you? Who did it? Someone has died? "

"Please, we suppress this dwarf?" Santana snapped, looking up to heaven.
Quinn smiled and took her hand leading her out of Rachel. He gestured to Santana that followed, not before you have placed in the hands of Kurt gauze and disinfectant.
"Maybe with you standing still. In three we could not medicarlo intractable because it is! "She said, and then the three girls left the room.

Kurt slowly approached the boy who was on the sofa and had his back. He sat down opposite him, and the wounded man was inevitably forced to look away from the fireplace to direct at Kurt, who had just placed in his visual field. His eyes were still cold, glacial, but Kurt did not scare this time. Keeping his gaze chained approached saying quietly, "now stands still ... it will burn a little ..." and saying it put the gauze with the disinfectant to the lip of the boy who immediately began to writhe in pain grudgingly.

"I told you to sit still!" Snapped Kurt
"But it hurts!" Roared the other
"If the same firm would not hurt!"
"If you had not fled would never happen!"
"If I had not scared, I would not have escaped," said Kurt visibly impressed by the last words "and then no one has asked to come looking for me!"
There was a long moment of silence interspersed only by the groans of the wounded to every touch of Kurt.
"That's it, now you should feel better ..." said the boy, after having cleaned up his face.
"... Why did you suddenly started to give me of his?" Asked the landlord looking away from the blue eyes of Kurt.
"Why do not even know your name ..." the boy said in a whisper.
"Blaine," said the other, turning his face and pretending to be interested in a painting on the wall. "My name is Blaine Anderson"
Kurt bit his lips and smiled slightly.
He felt that following the events of that day things would change.

The next morning Kurt felt better. Sure he still hurt in the groin, but it was almost certain that he felt that knot in the stomach was only partly due to the blows received the previous evening by Karofsky & co. After a shower regenerative took the clothes that Mercedes had put on the table and realized that this time along with a nice pair of blue trousers and a white shirt, there was also a dark gray jacket and a scarf of a different shade of gray. Kurt, however, do not put them in that house was too hot to put a jacket so heavy, she thought.

He got in the room anxious, but not clearly knew why. He looked around with a big smile that faded as soon as he saw Santana with a tray full of food.
"Ah, you're awake! I was coming up to bring you breakfast ... but what is that face? I guess you were not expecting? Mr. Anderson came out and did not return till evening, I'm sorry. But this means that you are free to enter his room and smell all his things if you like ... "she teased him by placing the tray on the table and left the room.
Kurt did not do too much notice of what had just been said. He thought just had to invent a way to spend the day. In that house there was even a book.
"I will ask Quinn if she has something to read," he said to himself, putting on a croissant in his mouth.

Instead the day went differently.
Without quite knowing how, Kurt found himself that afternoon in the garden to make a snowman with Rachel. He had never played in the snow, even as a child (not so much fun to throw snowballs alone) this was really exciting, almost as much as Rachel and a couple of hours he forgot everything that had happened in those days. He also forgot of Blaine. It was not a good idea.

Rachel began to roll on the ground making the angel with the body, and when Kurt refused to do the same, she began to hit him with big balls of snow. The boy was forced to do the same. The two began a grueling fight that to the last round, all under the watchful eye of Quinn, who meanwhile was arranging some chairs on the terrace.
Rachel hid behind a tree with her hands and meanwhile prepared a big ball, that would be the final blow, that of victory. Meanwhile Kurt was doing the same but the other side of the garden. Rachel heard footsteps approaching, slipped out of her hiding place and struck the blow right in the face of her companion.
Too bad that Kurt was standing directly behind her. Whoe she struck was Blaine.
"Mr. Anderson! ... I ... I ... of-dispia ..." Rachel did not even have time to finish the sentence that Quinn had already grabbed her by the arm and dragged behind her. He also made a nod to Kurt, to show him to follow it without any fuss, but he pretended not to understand. He walked resolutely to Blaine and the snow from his coat scrollandogli smiled.
"They told me you would not be back until evening ..." he whispered.
"Change of plans." He said between his teeth and his host turned back into the house.
Kurt watched him disappear, wondering how long he was there to observe them.

That evening Mr. Anderson without giving too much explanation did not come to dinner. In truth, Kurt did not see him for a whole week.

The days went slow. Kurt needed a book, he knew. It was too long since he had read, but when he asked, Quinn she that Artie had made vague. It was absurd that in this house so huge there wasn't even a book. Kurt was almost tempted to return to the room-of-forbidden-master to find something to read. At worst he would reread his songs. But then the memories of that evening surfaced too vivid to the mind, and decided against it. He, however, his impatience to know everyone in that house.

But once again was the host to save it.

Kurt was One afternoon wandering around the living room trying desperately to do something. Rachel was busy learning how to make a creme brule with Quinn, Santana was tidying up the rooms, Mercedes was in the laundry, Finn was lounging somewhere and Artie and Tina not seen all day. To say nothing of Blaine, who by now had become the spirit of the villa Dalton.

When he was about to lay on the couch in despair he heard a voice call. He turned immediately and his face lit up. Then he tried to compose himself, remembering the outcome of their last meeting in the snow and very short.
But Kurt did not make it right to keep his mouth shut. Two weeks in that house in the company of Rachel and all other rowdy boys had made the most outspoken and enterprising.

"Are you by chance went to the plastic surgeon? I remember clearly that you had a large nose, much like a potato after the coup Karofsky! "Here had done it again. He had angered. Blaine's lips closed tightly and Kurt saw him clearly take a deep breath before you start talking.
"I hear you're unhappy here ..."
"I would not say unhappy ... impatient and bored are the right words ..." The boy ran.
"Why?" He asked after a moment of silence Blaine slightly tilting the face.
Kurt snorted loudly and emptied the bag "because in this giant house there is nothing to read!"
Blaine put his hand in his pocket. The very curious gesture Kurt leaned forward. The landlord took just a piece of cloth and came up with bold steps to his interlocutor.

Kurt was visibly frightened. So Blaine tried to calm him a little, to no avail. "Close your eyes, thank you."
Because everything that came from the mouth of the boy always seemed an order? Kurt could not help but follow the "advice" that had just been given. Then he felt the warm hands of Blaine which guided him on his slowly from somewhere, without saying a word.
"Blaine ... do-where are you taking me?"
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"I'm worried ... I'm sorry for the history of the plastic surgeon, and also for the snowball ... Rachel and I were just playing ..."
It was a shame that Kurt had his eyes closed at that time and could not see the sweet smile that ran Blaine's face or his eyes had assumed a new and warm golden hue.

Suddenly they stopped. Blaine opened a door, Kurt knew the sound he heard, and then pushed him inside. Slowly removed his blindfold. Kurt was about to protest "Where did ... WOW!" The boy was left breathless. He looked around with his mouth open.

Now I was convinced. Blaine had suffocated on the way and now he was in heaven. Because that place could not be true.
A room packed with books in every corner where his eyes could reach the boy saw volumes ready to be read.
"... This is GREAT! is better than a library ... is greater than a library ... but hey I can read them? Or even a room that is prohibited, like yours and you brought me here just to make me see what I can not touch? It's got to be so if no because all I have kept hidden? "
Blaine watching Kurt with his arms folded across his chest. He was amused, but tried not too obvious.
"I had explicitly asked not to talk to you about this room, because I wanted to take you..." replied the boy.

Kurt spun around. He was not exactly sure he understand what he had just said the other. DEAR seemed a sentence. Impossible.
However, to be sure not to blunder diverted the conversation about books. "So I can read them for real ... you advise me some books to read ... did you see them, right?"
"Yes of course ... along those walls are my favorite ... "said Blaine doing a great sign with his hand. Kurt was even more stunned. The landlord had just pointed across the room.

Blaine Anderson had just brought in his personal library.
Kurt was speechless.
Why is that boy so detached and absent, all of a sudden was showing him such an important part of his being and personal?
He could not understand it.