Kurt woke before Blaine in the morning. It was before six, but he was wide awake. He let his gaze fall on Blaine. His sleep-loosened curls breaking free of their usual gel and framing his face. Even in his sleep, Kurt could see the slight worried dip to his eyebrows, the tight line of his full lips. He did this. Why did Kurt even get him involved in all his shit? He'd promised himself not to do that to Blaine, and yet, here he was, sleeping in the same bed as him yet again. Kurt couldn't tell him what was happening. He just… he couldn't. Blaine would be put in danger if he were to know the whole truth. As it was, he already knew too much.
Looking down at his beautiful face, Kurt knew what he had to do. He slowly extracted himself from Blaine's arms, leaning down to press a brief kiss to his lips, alleviating some of the tightness in his features. Three little words were resting at the tip of his tongue, pressing at his teeth and begging to be said… but he bit his tongue and stood. If he allowed himself to say those words, he'd never let himself leave. Kurt hobbled out of the room as noiselessly as he could before making the slow and painful descent of the stairs.
There were some noises coming from the kitchen, so he tried to quicken his pace to avoid detection. Unfortunately, the sound of a clattering plate caused him to violently flinch, pulling at the muscles in his abdomen. He tried to bite back a sob of pain, but it was too late. Mrs. Anderson rounded the corner, her eyes wide with shock, "Oh, honey!" She cried, rushing to his side with Mr. Anderson not too far behind. Kurt shrunk back from her fluttering hands, his breathing bordering panicked, "Sweetie, it's okay. I won't hurt you." She said calmingly, holding her hands still in a placating way, "Are you hurt?" Kurt shook his head, lying, "Do you need us to call someone? Where is Blaine?" She glanced up the stairs, giving Kurt the opportunity to bolt. It hurt like hell, but he somehow managed to get out of the house without getting caught. The cool air started to calm him, though he could still feel the tightness in his chest.
He knew what he needed to do so that Blaine would get why they couldn't be together. Kurt was damaged goods, and he needed to understand that. He'd never be what Blaine needed. Who knew if he'd even make it out of his situation alive? After the stunt he pulled… he honestly didn't know or care as long as Blaine was safe and stayed out of harm's way. He deserved so much better.
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Blaine breathed in the unique scent that could only belong to Kurt. His lips started to turn up into a smile as he nuzzled into the soft material of… his pillow? Blaine blinked his eyes open to see the opposite side of his bed was vacant, no sign of Kurt, "Kurt?" He spoke to the dark room, a sick feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. He threw the sheets off himself and stood, walking out of his room and down the stairs. From the foyer, he could hear his parents talking in low, tense voices. He decided to listen in for a moment.
"…after him! What if he goes back to whoever hurt him?" His mother's voice sounded close to tears.
"I doubt he'll go back there. I am going to go over his case file once more. I promise, dear, I will make sure he's safe." His dad soothed his mom.
"What about Blaine?"
Blaine came all the way down the stairs, causing his parent's to snap their necks up, "Where's Kurt?" He asked, fear clenching his throat as he noticed the front door was wide open, "Kurt?" He said louder, making a run for the door only to be grabbed around his midsection and held back, "Kurt!" He called out, hoping Kurt might hear his calls and turn around. Blaine fell back into his father's embrace, sobbing openly. Kurt was out there alone and in pain. Who knows where he could be going. What if the person hurting him, found him all alone? Blaine's struggles became less and less as he wore himself out, "Please, let me go! Let me find him!" Blaine begged.
"Blaine, it's okay. Honey, listen. Blaine-"
Blaine didn't even listen to his mother's attempt at soothing words from in front of him, "Please! Please, I- I love him." He cried, completely collapsing. The only thing holding up were his father's arms.
After a moment, his dad helped him to the couch where he curled in on himself, thinking of all the awful things that could happen if he didn't find Kurt. His parent decided to let him stay home from school that day, which he was grateful for. He wasn't sure he'd even be able to concentrate if he were to go. Though he did decide to go to glee after school. He thought maybe he could talk to his friends and maybe they might have some sort of insight on Kurt seeing as they knew him before. Maybe they knew of somewhere he liked to go and hang out or somewhere he would go. If they didn't know anything, he would go check Kurt's apartment and anywhere else he might have gone. He was not going to give up on Kurt Hummel.
As the McKinley population started to flood the halls after the last bell of the day, Blaine weaved his way through them towards the choir room. When he walked in, he noticed everyone was already there, all wearing strange expressions as they stared at the boy in the middle of the room… Kurt.
"Kurt!" Blaine exclaimed, feeling as if a weight was lifted from his chest… that is, until he saw his face. He turned slightly to look at him, his eyes lifeless and dull. A dark bruise was purpling along his jaw line baring stark contrast to his pallid skin, "What-"
Mr. Schuester stood up, his weary eyes trained on Kurt as he addressed the entire club, "Kurt here asked if he could sing today. So let's all give him the floor. Blaine?" Blaine glanced at his teacher before reluctantly sitting down between Santana and Rachel.
Kurt cleared his throat, shifting his weight from foot to foot uncomfortably, "Puck?" It was then that he noticed Puck sitting with the band, cradling a guitar. Puck bit his lip and nodded, strumming the first few bars of an unrecognizable song. Kurt took a deep breath and settled his eyes on Blaine, making it clear who the song was for. His voice was low and slightly rough, probably from being unpracticed for so long, but it was undoubtedly beautiful… if he could only ignore what the lyrics were saying.
If you see me cry
Don't try and dry my eyes
If you see me down
Just leave me there to drown.
And if you see my pain
Don't try and pull me out
If I run away
Don't call my name out loud
Just leave me be.
And if you see my heart
Leave it on the ground
If I stumble in the dark
Let me go until I'm found.
If I'm dying in my bed
Oh, just let me be alone
Oh, things that need be said
Can be told to my stone
Leave me be.
Oh, I said
Leave me be.
When I'm lying in my grave
And they're putting me away
There'll be nothing left to say
Nothing left to say.
So,
Leave me be.
I said,
Leave me be.
I said,
Leave me be.
When Kurt finished, his head was slightly bowed so that Blaine couldn't distinguish the look on his face. The room was completely and utterly silent. He had no idea what the other's reactions were to Kurt's song because he couldn't unglue his gaze from the broken boy standing in the center of the room. Kurt took in a shuddering breath before turning on his heel and slightly limping out of the room. Blaine didn't even hesitate before running after him.
He noticed Kurt hadn't gotten far. Kurt was leaning against the lockers, his face hidden in his hands, "Kurt?" Kurt glanced up, the smudged remains of charcoal eyeliner still present under his watery eyes, "Shh," Blaine came closer and attempted to hold his face, but Kurt pulled back, pressing himself into the lockers, "Please." Blaine tried to convey everything he felt through his eyes. The fear, the worry, the love he felt for Kurt. He moved in again and this time, Kurt didn't move back. Blaine cupped his face in his hand, swiping away a salty tear that managed to fall. Kurt was crumbling in front of him. It was clear by the song that he chose, that he didn't think he had any time left and that he wanted Blaine to 'leave him be'. But he just couldn't do that and it was obvious Kurt didn't truly want that either though he didn't like how he seemed so resigned in what he thought was his fate. Almost like he welcomed the thought of death compared to the hell he must be going through.
Kurt's mouth twitched, turning down as more tears formed in his iridescent orbs. He let his head fall onto Blaine's shoulder, his arms latching onto his cardigan, fingers fisting in the soft material. Blaine kissed his shoulder, running his fingers through his pink-hilighted hair, "I'm so sorry." Kurt murmured.
Blaine pulled back slightly, "What are you sorry for?"
"I should have never gotten you involved in my life. I should have ignored you the second you came up to me. I was so stupid and naïve to think that-"
Blaine cut him off with a searing kiss, "Even if you had ignored me, I probably wouldn't have given up trying to get to know you."
Kurt shrugged slightly, "Why? I'm nothing special."
Blaine already started shaking his head before Kurt finished speaking, "That's bull. You're more special than you know. I've never met someone like you and I'm sure I will never again. Kurt," Blaine swallowed deeply, feeling his palms become sweaty, "I love you." He breathed, staring into Kurt's glasz eyes.
Kurt said nothing for a moment before his breath caught, "Don't say that." He choked out.
"Why, Kurt? It's true. I love you." Blaine said adamantly.
"Please, don't. You can't, don't you get it? You can't love me." He turned away, running a hand through his messy hair, "God damn it."
Blaine felt a pang of hurt in his chest. He'd just confessed his love for Kurt and now… God he was so stupid, "I-I'm sorry… I-" Blaine bit his lip, hating how the traitor tears started to fall.
Kurt finally looked at him, his face distraught, "Blaine, I-" He slammed his head back against the lockers, pulling at his faded pink hair, "Fuck! Why can't you understand? Look at me! I'm no good for you. Being with me would only put you in danger and yet- I can't keep myself away from you…"
"I can't help that I love you, Kurt." Blaine spoke in a low voice, wiping furiously at the tears falling from his eyes.
His hand was replaced by Kurt's as he wiped the tears from his flushed cheeks, "I can't either." He said so softly, Blaine wasn't sure he'd heart him correctly, "Is that what you want me to say? That I love you too? It won't make any difference in the situation." He said, defeated.
"It makes a difference to me." Blaine whispered.
Kurt looked down at him, seeming to struggle with something in his mind before he finally leaned in and sealed their lips together, pulling Blaine as close as possible. His tongue prodded his lips, asking for easily granted entrance. Blaine moaned into the kiss, feeling Kurt's tongue ring run along the back of his teeth. After a moment of complete bliss, Kurt pulled away, resting his forehead against Blaine's, "I love you." Kurt said sincerely, his voice but a whisper of breath across his lips.
Blaine was just about to speak when the school intercom beeped, Principal Figgin's voice coming over the speaker, "Kurt Hummel, please report to my office. Now."
Kurt looked up at the intercom, his face becoming deathly pale. Blaine slipped his hand into his, linking their fingers, "I love you." He reminded him.
Kurt looked at him, taking a deep breath, he also looked at their linked hands, "I love you, too." He replied. Both walked to the Principal's office, dreading what would be waiting behind the door.
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Sorry I took so long to update! It's been a very stressful week. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! :)
Song used: Leave Me Be – Joe Purdy