The storm ended a day after what Kurt was now calling the 'pee incident', however the school was still cancelled due to the lack of power. The headmaster had promised school would be up and running by Thursday though, much to the students dismay.
Kurt was thankful for the days off the school that has been issued as he was very behind on his history project. He was trying desperately to get it finished but Blaine had a horrible habit of distracting him.
"Kurt?" he whined, jumping on the bed in front of him as he did so.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked, a twinge of annoyance evident in his voice.
"Sing with me?"
Kurt looked up from the books he was reading and he wish he hadn't. Blaine sat on the bed, legs crossed, guitar next to him and cute grin poised on his face. Blaine knew he wouldn't be able to resist that.
"Blaine, I have to get this done," Kurt looked back down at his work but he couldn't concentrate when he could feel Blaine's eyes boring into the top of his head. After a few seconds of staring at a picture of a woman who was wearing hideous clothes, Kurt gave in with a sigh and looked up to Blaine, "Fine. What do you want to do?"
If Blaine had a tail right now, it'd be waggling at top speed, Kurt was sure of it. Blaine raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"There's a lot of things I'd like to do with you," He grinned and Kurt ducked his head, the tips of his ears turning red.
"If you're not going to be serious, then I'm going back to writing," he threatened picking up a pen.
Blaine laughed and yanked it of his hand, "I was wondering if you'd like to sing with me?"
Kurt shrugged, "Depends on what song."
Blaine smiled slightly and he picked up the guitar next to him. Anastasia was at Kurt's house still and this one was a normal brown colour, differently shaped too. Kurt squinted slight at it and asked, "When did you get that?"
"Borrowed it," Blaine replied happily, pulling the strap over his head.
"I swear you can't take instruments from-"
"You're not going to tell on me are you?" Blaine said sarcastically, "I won't kiss you ever again if you do."
Kurt gasped mockingly and raised his hand to his heart, "You wouldn't!"
Blaine arched his eye brows and suddenly started strumming on the guitar, "Want to bet?"
Kurt, never being one to bow down to a challenge, replied with, "Fine. I won't sing with you until you kiss me."
Blaine closed his eyes, getting into the music, "Okay, let's see who caves first. I won't kiss you until you start singing; loser has to do something for the other one."
Blaine didn't open his eyes to see if Kurt agreed however he gently started to sing.
"I used to rule the world; seas would rise when I gave the word..."
Kurt nearly groaned out loud - he loved this song and it suited Blaine's voice perfectly. How typical. Blaine smiled as he heard Kurt heave a sigh. It wasn't his fault that he had been observant enough to look through a few of Kurt's CD's while he was getting ready on Sunday morning.
He finally opened his eyes just as he finished the second verse, as he did he made sure Kurt focused on his lips by flicking out his tongue out just enough. Kurt rolled his eyes and looked down at his work.
Blaine chuckled and moved slightly on the bed causing Kurt to look up again.
"I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes, listen as the crowd would sing-"
Blaine paused hoping Kurt would sing the next line. When he didn't, he chuckled and decided to kick it up a notch.
Blaine practically rolled of the bed while singing the next lyrics. He gestured for Kurt to stand up but Kurt just shook his head, clamping his lips together.
Blaine chuckled but continued singing. When he finally made it to the chorus, he sat down on the bed next to Kurt, knocking into his shoulder lightly.
"I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing, roman Cavalry choirs are singing!"
He then leaned into Kurt's ear and whispered, "Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field."
Kurt raised his shoulders to his ears, Blaine's breath tickling him.
Blaine laughed and instead of singing the next lyric, he lightened his playing of the guitar, letting the tune play softly as he said, "I won't kiss you 'til you sing..."
"And that was when I... ruled the world." Blaine whispered softly, in time. Kurt looked over to him and oh. Just oh. He didn't realise how much appeal a boy playing a guitar was but as his eyes trailed over his boyfriend, he was lost for words. Just how his left hand was almost wrapped around the neck of the guitar, sliding effortlessly along it (and no, Kurt's mind hadn't wandered to that way of thinking about it) and just how he rested the crook of his arm on the body of it. He struck the strings almost effortlessly but it sounded so... nice.
Okay, Kurt wasn't exactly lacking in vocabulary but this left him speechless in his own mind.
"It was the wicked and wild wind," Blaine sung, even softer. Kurt shivered and he couldn't help it.
"Blew down the doors to let me in," Kurt whispered faintly, along with Blaine. Blaine looked up, biting his bottom lip and grinning and oh God, Kurt couldn't contain himself.
"Shattered windows and the sound of drums," Blaine sang louder, grinning. Well, Kurt had already lost.
"People couldn't believe what I'd become," They both sang. Blaine quickly pushed the guitar to the side so it swung around his body on the strap and stopped, hanging from his back. He almost pounced on Kurt, kissing him.
They drew back and Blaine looked directly at Kurt's lips, "Even though you sounded hot singing that, you still loose."
"Not fair," Kurt said under his breath, "But fine. What do you want?"
Blaine gave him a suggestive look and Kurt raised his eyebrows. But he demanded something very unexpected.
"I want you to sing to me," He said, "And I want the reaction I gave you, because Kurt, you looked like you were dying."
Kurt's lips parted slightly but he actually thought this was pretty decent. Songs were already bursting in his head, so many choices but he needed an accompaniment.
"Really? Okay," He said, standing up. He took Blaine's hand and pulled him up too, "We're going to the music room then and you're going to have to read sheet music pretty fast."
"That, I can do," Blaine grinned.
"Don't boast about it," Kurt scolded but smiled and led them out of the dorm. The music room was actually in fact the room the Warblers practiced in because the students that did music, were all in the Glee club. Kurt knew his folder was in there because, apart from his dorm, it was the only place he trusted it to be.
His music folder was sacred to him. Whenever he was in a good mood, a bad mood, or any type of mood he would go through the music in there and listen to it. Kurt had been trying to teach himself piano and whenever he found a song that explained his feelings, he'd print off the sheet music and learn it. It contained over 6 years of emotions and songs, so he couldn't really take it anywhere, unless he wanted to rip his bag open with the weight of it. The songs ranged from the grief that still haunted him from his mother to the bullying, then the happy feelings. More recently was songs about Blaine.
Sure enough, when they got there, he rummaged around in the cupboard at the back and it was there. He lugged it onto one of the plush sofas and started flicking through the pages.
"My, my," Blaine said, sitting down next to him and taking his guitar off. He leaned it on the sofa, "You were prepared?"
He reached out to pick a sheet but Kurt slapped his hand away. Blaine drew back, eyebrows raised but then smiled and nudged Kurt's shoulder.
"What you gonna play it on?"
"Well..." Kurt replied, drawing out the word. He selected a few sheets out and scanned over them, "I like this song. I can only really play it on the piano, but it should be twinklier..."
He trailed off, thinking. Blaine gently took a corner of the sheet and turned it towards him, reading the title.
"Adele?" He said, smiling, "Ah, one of her older ones. Like them a lot."
"Me too," Kurt smiled.
"Yes," Blaine said and stood up. He took the sheet music and Kurt watched him walk over towards the... But he couldn't? Could he?"
"Blaine Anderson," Kurt said, eyes almost popping as Blaine sat down in front of an instrument, "Are you now telling me you can play the harp?"
Blaine grinned, pulling a stand next to him and putting the sheets on it. He shuffled forwards and held his arms either side of the harp.
"I wanted to teach myself ever since I watched this wonderful cover of a song on it," He admitted and smiled, "I'm not amazing, but I can read the notes when I know the song."
"And I thought I was meant to be serenading you," Kurt said sarcastically.
"I think your voice will do that well enough," Blaine smiled and started plucking the strings of the harp.
It was seriously beautiful. Kurt was almost lost for words as he watched Blaine. He just looked so damn elegant like that.
But Kurt was meant to be making Blaine drool.
"So," Kurt sung on the cue, "Little to say, but so much time... Despite my empty mouth, the words are in my mind."
Blaine played the notes perfectly making them sound like tiny little stars. Kurt walked slowly up to Blaine, who was concentrating on the music.
"Please, wear the face..." Kurt sang and reached out a hand, gently stroking Blaine's cheek, "The one where you smile, because... you lighten up my heart...when I start to cry."
Blaine leaned into Kurt's hand, still looking at the music and plucking almost effortlessly on the strings and admittedly on Kurt's heart. However, he looked really soppy, just smiling into the palm of his hand. Kurt missed his cue but didn't care, just watching this multi-talented boy gently play the song but simultaneously listen to it coming from Kurt.
He decided then to change the lyrics according to Blaine. He'd never been able to think very quickly on the spot, but it wasn't actually very hard then. He joined back in with the music on the second line.
"I need you next to me," He said, watching Blaine's reaction, "To feel again..."
"Try to understand why, when you get so close, I lose my mind. Please keep that look, in your eyes, it's making me see the world very differently..."
"I like the changes," Blaine mumbled quietly and Kurt walked around him and bent over his shoulder. He watched as Blaine carried on playing at the strings, focusing on the sheets. It would probably seem so weird to anyone else that these boys found it romantic to sing to each other while other couples would simply go out to eat or something, but this was natural to both of them.
"This love is better than I deserve," Kurt sung into his ear, the words now coming to him and just fitting in with the tune, "And now I know, we, need each other."
Blaine closed his eyes as he felt Kurt's warm breath on the nape of his neck. He tried to carry on playing, but he just struck a note really loudly, letting it reverberate around the room and he dropped his arms onto his lap. Kurt let out a small breath, a chuckle and Blaine leaned backwards, onto Kurt's shoulder.
"How did you manage to keep that up?" Blaine asked, smiling at the ceiling. Kurt knew he was referencing to the change of song lyrics.
"I used to change songs when I listened to them," He replied, putting his hands on Blaine's shoulders and straightening up, "Do you know how many gay love songs there are? Not many is the answer."
Blaine chuckled and stood up too, "Well, Kurt, right now I just want to kiss you. Would you mind?"
Kurt raised his eyebrows and said, "Have I ever before?"
Blaine smiled as leaned in closely. Really softly and sweetly, still precarious of Kurt's lip, he kissed him, holding his hands down by their sides but interlocking their fingers. Kurt bent his neck slightly, pressing himself closer to Blaine's lips.
"Wrong time," Wes's voice said from the door. Blaine reluctantly pulled away and grinned at the three boys standing in the doorway. Kurt let go of his hand, grinning and Blaine bit his lip, trying to contain his giggle.
"Uh, anyway," Thad continued from next to Wes. The smiled dissolved slowly from his face. He glanced to Wes and then back to Blaine, "We need to talk to you two."
"What's up?" Blaine asked coolly.
"Well you see Wes here-" David started, only to be interrupted by Thad who hit him on the shoulder and Wes who shouted "-That's not true!"
"Okay fine," David started again, "I sort of phoned your dad to tell him about the crash./."
"My dad?" Kurt asked pulling out his iPhone to see if he had any missed calls.
David scratched the back of his neck, "Erm... no."
"My dad?" Blaine asked his face paling. Kurt instinctively reached out to grab his hand but Blaine shook his head; he really didn't want to be touched right now.
"He kind of yelled for a bit and then said he's coming here straight away. I tried to tell him there was no need but he just insisted," David continued, with encouraging nods from Wes and Thad.
"Oh..." Blaine said hollowly, "Thanks guys, I'll, erm... just go wait for him then."
Thad, Wes, and David all looked towards Kurt who watched Blaine leave the room quietly.
"What's going on?" Thad asked glancing behind him to see Blaine's retreating figure.
Kurt bit his lip. It wasn't his place to say, so instead of answering the question, he told the three boys that he'd go look after him.
Blaine sat on a bench outside the back of Dalton, hidden from view. He was freezing but he honestly just didn't want to be inside, he didn't want to be anywhere near his dad. Blaine sighed as he saw Kurt running up to the bench. Kurt kneeled down and wrapped the red scarf he'd given Blaine what felt long ago.
"You're shaking," he murmured, taking his hands rubbing them together, trying to create heat.
Blaine didn't say anything but he moved his head down into the scarf and inhaled. It smelt like Kurt and he sniffed back tears. Kurt got up off the ground and sat next to him on the bench, their knees touching.
"At least you know he cares."
"He probably cares about the car more," Blaine mumbled bitterly, "And then he'll probably yell and me for denting the thing."
Kurt gave a half smile, there wasn't much he could really say, he just knew he had be there for him. "I'll be sitting right there with you."
The two boys sat in silent reveries until a buzz sounded from Kurt's pocket. Blaine already knew what it was about before Kurt even said. "They're at reception."
"They?"
"Your mum's there too," Kurt said, smiling sympathetically. He patted Blaine's knee and stood up, offering his hand. Blaine laughed at his waggling fingers but it didn't sound right. He took Kurt's hand and pulled himself up.
"Stay with me?"
"Blaine, you didn't even need to ask."
The boys walked to reception together, Kurt striding and Blaine following numbly. He hadn't spoken to them in for what seemed like ages. Every night he thought about them. Every night he missed them and had to stifle tears as he remembered what his father said.
And now he was coming here to show he was caring?
They walked through the double doors into reception and Blaine saw them immediately. His mother hadn't noticed him yet but his father did. He eyed their hands and Blaine clutched Kurt's even tighter. His dads face flashed, slightly worryingly.
"Blaine!" His mom said, realising her son was there. She turned to run and hug him and Kurt let go of Blaine's hand as she enveloped him in a hug. Blaine, only slightly taller than her, wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.
His mom was muttering all sort of stuff about how she was glad he was okay and, "Are you hurt? I can't believe you could've been. I'm so sorry-". Kurt watched the embrace, refusing to look at his father. He watched her pull back and hold his face in her hands, surveying him. Kurt sighed a little.
"I'm fine, mom," Blaine said, but his smile was stretched, his body too upright.
"Blaine," His dad said, trying to wipe the strict expression off his face. His eyes darted from Kurt and then back to his son.
"Matthew," His mom said, but her tone was unusually steely, "Stop being so petty."
Both Kurt and Blaine knew she was referencing to his feelings about them as a couple but they both pretended not to, smiling. His dad cleared his throat and he stared straight at his son.
"We need to talk to you," He said and flickered his eyes to Kurt again, "In private."
Blaine reached out and took Kurt's hand again, "Okay," He replied confidently. Kurt looked from Blaine to his dad.
"Without your friend," His dad replied, teeth gritted. Both Blaine's mom and Blaine scoffed at the same time.
"Matthew, after what you said to Kurt, I think he deserves to know where he stands," His mom said, placing both her hands on Kurt's shoulders. Kurt almost cried from the caring gesture. He inhaled and smelt something soft, a sweet scent. It didn't smell like it, but reminded him strongly of his own mother.
"Why don't we go to my room?" Blaine said, voice growing stronger. His mom nodded and let Blaine lead the way out who was still holding Kurt's hand. Blaine's dad followed down the corridors, sharp polished shoes slapping on the floor and echoing horribly. They made it to his room with no arguing, but no talking either. Blaine directed Kurt to his bed while his mom settled on a chair. His dad stayed standing.
"Blaine," His dad said, "You're my son. I will love you even if I don't agree with what you do."
Blaine nodded, awkwardly, staring at the floor. He just couldn't forgive him.
"We're getting a divorce," His mum said after a pause, being blunt. Blaine's head snapped up, eyes wide.
"...Because of me?" He whispered fearfully. His mum patted his shoulder reassuringly.
"Of course not, sweetie. We're just not really getting along right now."
Blaine blanked slightly. He could feel Kurt squeezing his hand and his mum's hand on his back, listing various reasons. They all in some way were linked to him though. Referring to when he came out, when he was getting bullied, money and tuition fees and his dad's feelings on him. He could just be being paranoid but it seemed that way. His dad stayed silent.
"...We'll be in separate houses. Somewhere smaller? We could decorate it nicely for you. You can live with me, if you want to. We're deciding on this together, me and your father, okay?"
Blaine nodded and watched his father straighten up.
"I'll need to be back at work soon," He said, voice strained.
Blaine's mom sighed, "Okay, Matthew."
Blaine watched his father leave, not sure what to do. He settled on sticking out his hand for a handshake with Blaine. He took his dads hand slowly, ignoring the memories flooding into his brain of when everything was fine and he could hold hands with his friend without sparking arguments.
Blaine's mom stood up, "I should probably leave too actually. I'm sorry for such a bombshell, Blaine but things are going to get better. Trust me." She leaned forwards and chucked his cheek, making Blaine smile. She pulled him into an embrace and then surprised Kurt by hugging him too.
"You'll always be welcome," She whispered to him before waving her fingers sadly. Blaine muttered a, "Buh-bye," as she walked out. He dumped his head in his hands and Kurt pulled him instinctively into his side, letting Blaine cry.
Thank you for reading!
This was a longer chapter, but right now we're stuck. We kinda just threw the plot line in there without relating to the title. SO WE HAVE A CHALLENGE FOR YOU.
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