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After the last bell rang, Kurt ran out to find Blaine. He found him in front of the school with Quinn.
"Hey!" she said gleefully. Blaine nodded to Kurt with a clearly forced smile.
"You guys wanna go t-" Kurt started, but Blaine stood up.
"I have to go do some things," he said, and began walking away swiftly.
"You want me to come?" Kurt called out, trying not to sound as broken as he felt. He just saw Blaine shake his head as he disappeared from view. Kurt slumped his shoulders and looked at Quinn, who put a hand on his back.
"He's upset, but he won't admit it. He said 'whatever, it's not like we said we were going out or anything', and tried to blow off the whole subject, but he can't handle it... Kurt, what're you gonna do?"
"...I'll see you later Quinn..." Kurt said distractedly, and hurried away.
Blaine put his chin in the crook of his arm and his fingers danced absentmindedly against the cool glass of coke, which he was unashamedly pretending was beer. He looked around the bar at the strange array of people, noticing the manager in the corner, arguing with some tall dude in a hood. Blaine lost interest and flicked his eyes back to the brown liquid that silently shook in the glass. His eyes flicked back to the corner where the manager had previously stood. He was still there, and it looked like he'd mouthed some words of surrender to the hooded figure, who slipped into the back. Blaine covered his face with his hands as attempt to not be spotted by the manager, just in case.
Blaine sighed as he heard the ratty curtain on the low corner stage being pulled open, but he didn't bother to look at the amateur performer. Not until he heard it; heard the only words that could've made him turn around...
"Wherever you go
You know I'll be there
If you go far,
You know I'll be there
I'll go anywhere,
So I'll see you there
You place the name
You know I'll be there
You name the time
You know I'll be there
I'll go anywhere
So I'll see you there
I don't care if you don't mind
I'll be there not far behind
I will dare
Keep in mind
I'll be there for you..."
The memories flooded back into Blaine, of him sitting on the floor of Kurts room, as he forced Kurt to listen to the tacky Green Day song that his uncle had given him. Blaine had laughed at him for being so sappy, and he thought Kurt hadn't paid any attention, but now it sounded so sweet and sincere as the tall shy boy sat up in front of these drunkards and played it contently. Blaine sat up finally, and edged his self backstage behind the curtain.
Kurt swallowed hard as he stood up from the stool with his guitar and walked backstage, only to be met horrifyingly with a pair of hungry lips. Kurt didn't resist this time, though, because he could instantly feel the warmth of the familiarity of this person. So instead he relaxed into the other body and gave in wholeheartedly to the kiss. Kurt was filled with ecstasy until, all at once, there was a crash, and a sharp pain in the side of his head. Then there was just... nothing.
Blaine panicked and instantly laid Kurt on the ground, trying to pick out the largest shards of glass from his skull. There were remnants of the beer bottle everywhere, mixed with Kurt's blood. Blaine shot up, leaving his friend on the ground, and lunged at the man who'd thrown it, hitting him repeatedly in the face until another man pulled them off each other.
"Get outta here, you dirty fag," the man said roughly. Blaine rushed over to Kurt, picked the smaller boy up, and, without knowing what else to do, rushed Kurt home.
Blaine kicked Kurt's front door open and laid him on the couch inside, screaming for Kurt's dad. He rushed down the stairs and gasped when he saw all the blood.
After a few minutes, the glass was all in a dish, Kurt's bloody shirt was in the laundry room, and his cut had been cleaned out and was currently being soaked up by a rag. "He should be fine. The cut wasn't deep, but if he's not up in a few minutes, we'll take him to the hospital..." Burt said and walked into the kitchen.
As he left, Kurt stirred. "Wake up, Kurt..." Blaine said softly. Kurt's eyes opened and Burt reappeared in the room.
"Thank goodness, you're alright... Now," he said, sitting down in a chair, "you can tell me what happened." Blaine looked worriedly at Kurt, who rolled his eyes.
"Alright, screw it, might as well get this one out of the way. Dad, I'm gay."
Burt only laughed. "Yeah, I know."
Kurt kept going. "So I kissed Blaine and some guy threw a beer bottle at me."
Burt's eyes widened. "What th- wait... Where were you?"
"At a bar," Kurt said casually. Burt's eyes widened even further.
"Kurt Hummel!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah, yeah... I already got punished, remember?" he said, pointing to his head.
"Kurt, I'm alright with my child being a faggot, but I will not condone under-"
Kurt ran out the door before he could finish his sentence. "I'm fucking sick of that word!" he yelled behind him. Blaine ran out to follow him, but he was already gone.
Blaine wandered around for an hour searching for his friend. It had started to rain, and had grown consistently stronger since. He reached the church and noticed the gate was open. Out of options, he slipped inside the fence. The church door was locked. "Damn," Blaine muttered to himself, as he got soaked by rain. As he turned to leave, he noticed the next gate, which was to the graveyard, open just a tiny bit. Blaine pushed it open and walked down the path.
Blaine walked all the way to the back of the cemetery, where he finally found a brown haired, angel eyed, soaking wet teenager on the ground. He was slumped into a ball, sobbing, in front of a white gravestone as the rain poured down on him. Blaine watched the scene for a moment as his heart broke. He slowly approached Kurt and wrapped his arms around the sobbing teenager, who buried his face in his chest.
"It's okay, Kurt..." Blaine said softly as he stared at the gravestone of Kurt's mother.
"N-no, it's-s-s not...sh-sh-she'd-d h-hate m-me..." Kurt choked and sobbed again.
Blaine removed his arms from around Kurt and placed them on the sides of his face, holding it so that it was level with his own. "Your mother would not hate you. She loved you, and she still does." Blaine slowly closed the gap between them and kissed him fiercely as the rain poured down on top of them.
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