Generic Disclaimer: Glee nor Klaine is mine. If you recognize it, it probably isn't mine. Does contain characters from CP Coulter's Dalton in later chapters.
CHAPTER SIX: NIGHT STROLLS
Kurt had been insanely happy the past few weeks. He'd stopped avoiding Blaine and Mark, instead he simply didn't care. Seeing Blaine still hurt, but all he had to do was send a single text and Jack was there, showering him in happiness.
Jack was constantly at Kurt's door, in his room on his bed. It was almost guaranteed that wherever Kurt was, Jack wasn't far. It was uncanny to see them apart.
So when Kurt walked into the cafeteria with Raj by his side instead of Jack, there was no hiding the look Wes and David gave each other as the counter-tenor sat in front of them.
"Hi Wes, hi David. Before you ask, and I know you were going to, Jack's grandfather is in the hospital. His whole family is there, and he probably won't be back for a few days." Kurt said. "How has your day been going?"
"Um, fine." Wes said, eyebrows knotted together in confusion. "Kurt, are you sure you're-"
"I'm fine." He interrupted, turning to David. "How's your sister? I heard she was sick. Is she okay?"
"Yeah, it's just the flu. Dad's got it now, too, so Mom's going crazy trying to clean everything." David replied glancing over Kurt's shoulder.
"Hey guys. Kurt." Kurt instantly tensed, his lips forming a tight line. He felt Blaine's hand on his shoulder, making the skin tingle like it hadn't in about two months (and twelve days, not that Kurt was counting). "Kurt. Can we talk? Privately?"
"Actually, I have to get to-"
"Kurt." His eyes raised unwillingly to meet Blaine's, and it was easy to see the earnest and importance in them. Kurt stood allowing Blaine to lead him through the halls to the same corridor he'd last seen Blaine and Mark together in.
"Well?" He said, adjusting the strap of his bag. He was uncomfortable in this place, with good reason.
"I need to ask you something. It's very, very important that you answer honestly." Kurt watched the shorter boy expectantly. "Do you love Jack? And you know what I mean, no bullshit."
Kurt tried hard to do a couple of this. One was lie to Blaine, something he'd never been able to do. The other was try extremely hard not to be turned on by Blaine cussing, which was easier said than done.
"No." He said finally. "Not that way, anyway."
"One other thing." Blaine said, grabbing Kurt's hand as he turned to go. "Do you love me?" Kurt's response was instant, but he didn't voice it.
"I don't know." He whispered, pulling his wrist free and hurrying to class.
Kurt lay on his bed that night, wondering why he'd said he didn't know instead of the truth. He knew the truth, he had accepted the truth. He knew at least two other people knew. And he still hadn't told Blaine the truth.
Why?
Kurt couldn't answer that question. Not truthfully, anyway. How was he supposed to react to those questions anyway? What was he supposed to say, "Oh, hey, I'm dating my best friend, but I'm still totally and completely in love with you!" That would go over well!
He jumped as Defying Gravitybegan playing from across the room. He scrambled to his feet, dashing to where his phone lay on his desk charging. He opened it quickly, smiling when he heard Jack's laugh.
"You just ran across the room, didn't you?" Jack asked, laughing. "And now you're probably blushing, and wondering how I know that. I know you're usually charging your phone around now, and your charger is by your desk. You were more than likely doing homework, like you alwaysare. You do your homework on your bed, so you ran across the room." Kurt could feel the smile from the other boy, struggling not to laugh. "By the way, you're cute when you blush."
"Thank you, Mr. Genius." Kurt said, giggling softly. He sobered after a minute. "How's your grandfather?"
"They have him on painkillers." Jack replied, voice strained. "They told us that he won't be around much longer. The cancer spread to his lungs, and now it's starting to affect his nervous system. It's getting harder for him to do things."
"I'm so sorry, Jack. I know you were close to him." Kurt said softly. He wanted to wrap his arms around the boy and tell him it would be okay. "When are you coming back?"
"I don't know. Mom says we're staying until…" Jack choked slightly, and Kurt could hear him sniffling through the phone. "I'll call, okay? Before we leave. The funeral will be near Dalton. He loved that place…it's where he met my grandma. He always said that he wanted to be buried there."
"Oh, Jack. Stay as long as you need, I'll get notes and assignments for you."
"I haven't come out to him yet." Jack said quickly. "Only Mom knows. Dad and Beth don't know either." Kurt vaguely recalled Jack telling him about his twin sister. "I don't know how he's gonna react…what if he hates me, Kurt? What if he's disgusted by me?"
"Jack. You and your grandpa are very close. I don't think he's going to be upset." Kurt said softly. "If he is…don't worry about it."
"Okay. I've gotta go, he's awake now." Jack hesitated, something he never did. "Kurt? Thanks. For being here for me."
"It's not a problem, Jack. You're my best friend and my boyfriend. Aren't I supposed to do that? And even if I wasn't, I'd still be here for you. I always will."
"How are you so amazing?" Jack whispered, making Kurt blush. "I really gotta go though. Bye Kurt."
"Bye Jack." Kurt hung up, sighing as he set his phone back down on the desk. He went back to his bed, trying to focus on his homework. He didn't know if he'd be able to get anything done but he was definitely going to try.
Three hours later, he was done, exhausted from the thinking, conjugating, and other things he'd had to do. He quickly changed into his pajamas, turning his light out and laying down.
As much as he tried, he just could not go to sleep. He huffed, getting out of his bed and putting his robe on. Maybe a walk would help.
He walked through the halls of his dorm, pacing back and forth. He jumped when he heard music, and looked at the clock on the wall. 12:36. He wondered who would be up this late and went to investigate. He stopped at Blaine's door, unsurprised that it was Blaine that was singing. He stopped next to the door, listening. I could hear the piano playing from inside, the notes soaring through the crack in the door.
The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake and miss you
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere
'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
I'd send a postcard to you, dear
'Cause I wish you were here
Kurt couldn't help but song along softly, trying not to be loud enough to be heard.
I'll watch the night turn light blue
But it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly
Blaine sang again, his voice ringing through the hallway. Kurt didn't know Blaine could sound so…lonely.
The silence isn't so bad,
'Til I look at my hands and feel sad
'Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly
I'll find repose in new ways
Though I haven't slept in two days
'Cause cold nostalgia
Chills me to the bone
Kurt sang again, only slightly louder than he had before. He moved slightly to look into Blaine's room. The elder was sitting at his keyboard, still playing.
But drenched in vanilla twilight
I'll sit on the front porch all night
Waist-deep in thought because
When I think of you, I don't feel so alone
Blaine looked up, and Kurt moved quickly so he wouldn't get caught.
I don't feel so alone, I don't feel so alone
As many times as I blink
I'll think of you tonight
I'll think of you tonight
When violet eyes get brighter
And heavy wings grow lighter
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again
Kurt sang again, the last verse of the song the loudest. He still wasn't very loud, but he made sure Blaine heard the last line.
And I'll forget the world that I knew
But I swear I won't forget you
Oh if my voice could reach
Back through the past
I'd whisper in your ear
Oh, darling, I wish you were here
Blaine looked up again, and Kurt didn't move away this time. The elder stood, eyes filled with so much emotion it wasn't possible for Kurt to distinguish any.
"Kurt." Blaine whispered. "I'm sorry. I never…I never meant to hurt you, I swear. That's why I kept it from you. I knew…I knew you'd be upset."
"I may have bee upset, but I wouldn't have been anywhere near as hurt as I am now." Kurt told him. "I wish sorry could make this better. I wish it could, but it can't. I'm sorry." Kurt felt the tears coming but couldn't stop them. He wiped them away. "It's hopeless. We won't ever be the same." Kurt turned, walking back to his room. He laid down and cried himself to sleep.
This took way too long to write. =_=
Music in this chapter:
Vanilla Twilight - Owl City
