Heya. I had no time for replying to reviews this chapter because I'm going on vacation in literally half an hour and I have yet to pack. I wrote this yesterday and I'm not 100% happy with it but if I don't post as it is, I won't be able to update till next Saturday, which would suck.
Anyways, guys I can't believe how many reviews you left me for the last chapter. I can't even begin to say how thankful I am for all of you who are reading this. I love hearing your feedback. Usually, when I write I take like a month between chapters but you guys encourage me so much that I can't stop writing..
Anyways, here's chapter seven.
"Kurt, what just happened?" Burt asked warily, not sure if he wanted to know the truth but at the same time, not wanting his son to lie to him.
"Blaine just came to gloat. He just wanted to rub it in my face that we're over. He said that he doesn't love me anymore," Kurt lied, voice riddled with devastation that his father now knew to be fake.
Burt closed his eyes for a second, battling the onslaught of emotions that reared through him, mixing together to make each one impossible to decipher. He thanked god that he'd heard what had actually happened, because he knew that if he hadn't he would have went after Blaine and given him a piece of his mind, which was the last thing that poor boy needed. When he managed to look at Kurt, he saw a surmising look on his sons face. Disgust overcame him when he realised that was exactly what Kurt wanted him to do. Kurt wanted him to go after Blaine and tear him a new one.
Burt told himself to stay calm, that this boy was his son, his Kurt who had always been so thoughtful and caring; anything to prevent him from doing something he'd regret.
"Kurt, I heard everything. I was listening at the top of the stairs. I know what you..," he paused. Never in a million years had he imagined having a conversation like this with Kurt. "I heard the horrible things you said to him. I heard what he said about the sex. And I know that you broke up with him and lied about it. I need you to tell me, honestly, what's going on with you." Burt forced himself to stop talking at that point. His voice was beginning to rise and he needed to hear the truth come from Kurt's mouth before he lost it. Some part of him was still saying that his son would never do anything like that to any living creature, much less his own boyfriend.
Kurt knew that he was caught. "Eurgh fine. Yeah, so maybe I said some things. But you know what Dad? It doesn't matter, because he deserves it."
Burt was glad he'd yet to eat lunch, because if he had he was pretty sure it would be on the floor in front of him right now.
"Why does he deserve it Kurt? Because he won't put out?" His rise rose an octave, his previous attempts at upholding a calm demeanor counteracted by his son's cruelty.
"So that's what this is about? The fact that I want sex? I'm a teenage boy. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I don't have fucking hormones. I bet you were having sex at my age." Kurt's voice had risen as well, what sounded like resent seeping in.
"Yes, I was. And you know why? Because my partner was ready, and she wanted to have sex too. And I respected her, and I respected her feelings, and I would NEVER in a million years have spoken to her like you just spoke to that poor boy. And for your information, that's NOT what this is all about. This is about the fact that I just heard you verbally abuse your boyfriend." Burt could feel himself losing it, and when Kurt simply rolled his eyes, he felt like punching him, but knew he could never do something like that to his own flesh and blood.
He decided to use the trick that always got to Kurt more than anger and shouting did. He forced himself to damn down before stating quietly, "I'm so disappointed in you right now, Kurt, so disappointed."
Usually that made Kurt give in, but Burt was surprised to see that was not the case in this instance. If anything, he seemed angrier.
"Of course you'd take Blaine's side over your own son, right? Because he likes football and he's so prim and proper and polite all the fucking time. What sort of father ARE you? You're supposed to be on my side," Kurt bellowed, louder than ever.
"Kurt, if I had heard Blaine saying any one of those things to you, he'd be dead on the floor in front of me right now. I've never been so ashamed of you in my life."
Burt watched as rage sparked in his son's eyes. Who was this kid? It couldn't be his son. His son would never behave like this.
"I'm going now. I'm spending the night at Mercedes' house. I may or may not be home tomorrow, depending on whether you've come to your senses or not," Kurt taunted, making his way towards the stairs. Burt knew that he should stop him and demand that he stayed put and talked this out, but he couldn't. He was afraid of what he would do to his son if he was alone with him for another second.
That night at dinner, he made an excuse to Finn and Carole as to why Kurt wasn't there. He grimaced as Finn started ranting about Blaine and telling them about what happened at Glee. He wanted to tell them about what he'd heard, but he knew that if he did, Finn would tell everybody the next day at school. He was ashamed of Kurt, but he was still his son and he needed to get the full story from Blaine before he condemned his own flesh and blood. Kurt cared so much about Glee, and he didn't want his son to be kicked out of the club and turned against by all his friends if there was another way out of this.
"Finn, tell everybody to lay off Blaine," he grumbled, not taking his eyes off the food in front of him.
"What? But Burt, he broke Kurt's heart. Shouldn't you want me to murder him?" Finn asked, confusedly.
"Things aren't always as clear cut as they seem. Lay off Blaine until I have a word with him, okay?"
Finn didn't seem happy, but he knew by Burt's tone that he shouldn't argue. Burt sensed Carole's curious eyes on him, but didn't dare look at her. If he did, he knew he'd end up spilling everything that had transpired that afternoon, and he didn't want to do it; not until he knew everything.
When the lunch bell rang the next day, Blaine slipped his lunch from his locker quickly before making his way towards the bathrooms, trying to make himself as little as possible so he wouldn't be noticed. He didn't think he could cope with anyone else shouting at him or pushing him and being angry or disappointed. It had hurt a lot the day before when Burt Hummel had told him he was disappointed in him, and then the things Kurt said to him afterwards just devastated him. He had been so sure that, despite everything, Kurt did love him. It hurt more than he could have ever believed when Kurt had told him that he never loved him.
Feeling tears once again pool in his eyes, he quickened his pace, just wanting to lock himself in that bathroom cubicle and feel safe for a little while. That cubicle was the only place he ever really did feel safe anymore. Everywhere else had too many people who hated him, or too many memories that smothered him whenever he thought of them. As he rushed to the bathroom with his head down, he barely managed to keep his balance when he bumped into a hard body in front of him. Looking up ready to spew apologies, his breath caught when his eyes landed on Kurt's beautiful blue orbs.
"I'm so sorry Kurt. I didn't mean to. I wasn't looking where I was going, and I should've been. I'm sor.." He was interrupted when Kurt pressed a finger to his lips. Fear overcame him at the touch, but he was also ashamed to admit that a spark ran through him as well. Even after everything, one touch from Kurt still made him feel something special.
"Meet me in the auditorium in ten minutes," Kurt whispered into his ear. Blaine almost felt himself smile. He wanted to ask questions, but was afraid to say anything in case Kurt changed his mind. He didn't want to build up false hopes, but there was something in Kurt's voice that he hadn't heard for a while. He almost sounded like he did when Blaine first met him at Dalton, and for most of their relationship. Why did he want to meet at the auditorium? Did he want to sing for Blaine? Did he want Blaine back? For the first time in a while, Blaine allowed a smile to creep onto his features before making his way towards the auditorium.
When he entered the room, his eyes were instantly drawn to Kurt, who was standing centre stage.
"Blaine, you came. Do you want to come join me up here?" His voice still sounded like Blaine's Kurt. Smiling, Blaine nodded his head quickly like an excited child after being asked do they want to open their Christmas presents. He rushed to the stage and climbed the steps at the side, quickly joining Kurt at centre stage.
"Well you look happy," Kurt started, a hint of spite back in his voice. Blaine's smile faltered slightly. Kurt didn't sound like his Kurt anymore. He was beginning to sound like the Kurt who had broken up with him.
"Aww did I make you sad again? Did you think this was gonna be some big realisation of my 'mistakes' and we could kiss and make up? That's hilarious really. And wouldn't happen even if you were the last guy in this school..." Kurt gave him several little pushes as he talked, each one knocking him a few steps back until he felt something solid against his back; Kurt had him pushed against the back wall of the stage. He felt uneasy as his mind flashed back to two days ago in his bedroom, when Kurt also had him pushed up against the wall.
"Well why the fuck should you get to be happy when you fucking ruined EVERYTHING! My dad heard us talking yesterday. He heard what you said and now he fucking hates me," Kurt finished with a punch to Blaine's stomach. The shorter boy bent forward with a gasp to ease the pain, before Kurt caught him by the neck and pushed him up straight again.
"My dad took your side over mine." This sentence was punctuated by a punch to the nose. A crack rang out through the otherwise silent auditorium, followed by a scream from Blaine.
"My dad told me I'm a disappointment." A punch to his non-black eye.
"He said he's ashamed of me." A punch to the previously blackened eye which was covered with make-up. Blaine screamed again, but quickly shut his mouth in disgust when blood from his heavily bleeding nose entered it, causing a sickening coppery taste to fill his mouth.
"Just because your parents hate you, you think it's okay to make mine hate me." He was rattled by another punch to the stomach. Blaine wanted to say something, anything, to make Kurt stop. This hurt worse than anything he'd ever experienced. His mind flashed back to the Sadie Hawkin's dance, which was equally as brutal, but somehow this was worse because of who was causing the pain. He couldn't even really hear what Kurt was saying anymore as he dropped to the floor. His ribs were met by kick after kick, until he was struggling to breathe. He tried to curl into a ball to protect himself, but found that the protestation of his ribs only caused it to hurt more.
He didn't even notice that the kicking had stopped until he heard the sound of someone falling down beside him. Slowly, he opened his screwed up eyes to see Kurt lying on the floor next to him, eyes wide open, trembling wildly.
Blaine's eyes opened wide, and he realised with horror that Kurt was having a seizure. He immediately felt adrenaline begin to pump through him, and eased himself to his knees as quickly as he could, trying to ignore the red-hot agony that touched every fibre of his being. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he dialed Finn's number while crawling to Kurt's head. When Finn answered, he instantly told him that Kurt was having a seizure and to call an ambulance and come to the auditorium.
He tried to remember what he'd been taught to do if he ever came across someone having a seizure, but all he could think of was the pain he was in. He cursed himself when his vision began blurring in and out, before screwing his eyes shut for a second. A thought suddenly flashed back to him, and he reached his hands out to gently hold Kurt's head in place so he wouldn't bump it off anything. He was relieved to hear the door slam before Finn and Puck ran out of the darkness. He barely registered the fact that Kurt had stopped convulsing as he finally allowed himself to succumb to the drowsiness that enveloped him.
Okay so that's it for this chapter. I gotta run and pack. Hope you thought this was okay.
I'd love some feedback if you can spare a minute. xxx.
