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So you failed your challenge, but since I have the chapter written already anyway, and I have 5 more followers -THANKYOU!-, AND I got a lovely PM which I just can't ignore ^^, I decided to put it up today anyway!
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Chicken Parmesan
Blaine walked into the door and went straight into the living room, where he kicked off his shoes before walking to the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Kurt dancing to the music of his iPod while busying himself with food. Blaine couldn't help but smile at how happy Kurt seemed. This was the Kurt he had met on the subway, and the Kurt he hoped to get back. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, smiling at the sight of Kurt finishing up and cleaning up a bit, before shoving the tray into the oven.
Kurt set the timer and turned around, to lean on the counter, to take a breath before setting the table. He opened his eyes and gasped.
"Blaine!" He quickly pulled out his headphones. "Sorry, I didn't hear you come in!" A blush crept onto his cheeks. "How long have you been standing there?"
Blaine smiled, Kurt noticed. He didn't smirk, he just looked utterly content with standing there, looking at him. And boy, did he look good doing that. Cut it out. Friends, remember?
"Long enough to have seen you enjoying yourself while cooking. You got some moves, Kurt! I am kind of jealous, I must admit. I have two left feet myself. Maybe you could teach me one day."
Once again Kurt noticed there was no innuendo in the way Blaine spoke, even if there was plenty of room for it.
Kurt furrowed his brows. "Well, if you say so. And for those dance lessons, we'll see about that, okay?"
Blaine nodded, that smile still lingering on his face.
"Anyways, the food will be ready in ten minutes, so I was just about to set the table." Kurt turned around to scour the place for plates and all, when Blaine walked over and pointed out where everything was.
"Thanks," Kurt smiled. He quickly put it all on the table and sat down to wait.
"How was it with Veronica?"
Blaine sat down himself and rolled his eyes. "Gosh, I love her to pieces, but she can be so… so… ugh, I don't know." Blaine laughed. "We had a good time. She was mostly curious for my reasons to take you out to lunch. And when I left she told me to make sure you had a good night's rest."
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I have? I have been in Paris before here, so not much of a jetlag."
Blaine chuckled. "I know. She is just convinced we are hooking up already."
Kurt blushed a furious red and rested his head in his hands. "Oh god…"
Blaine laughed. "Don't worry, I cleared the air. I don't make any promises on her behalf though. If she decides to tease you as well, you'd better brace yourself."
Kurt laughed and he felt the color leave his face. "Well, I can take teasing, trust me. I just don't get associated with sex, usually."
This time it was Blaine's turn to raise an eyebrow.
"Not important," Kurt waved it off. "What is important, did you ask her about next week?" He couldn't help but secretly hope she had told Blaine it was impossible for them to leave, but his hopes were crushed when he saw Blaine's face light up.
"Yes! It was all fine, no problem!"
Kurt gave a tight smile. "Great."
Before Blaine could continue, the timer went off, and Kurt rushed to the oven. Blaine used the time to pour them a drink, and when he sat back down the smell hit him.
"Wow, Kurt! That smells amazing!"
"You are only smelling this now?" Kurt asked with a stunned expression.
"Yeah… Well… I might have been a bit distracted since I came in." Blaine winked and Kurt just shook his head, trying hard not to roll his eyes.
They sat down, and Kurt took a bit, humming at the taste. It had been a while since he had made this, and he had missed it. He was hoping Blaine would like it, and he had prepared himself for the same kind of noises as earlier that day.
He could not have prepared himself enough for the animalistic growl that escaped from Blaine's mouth. Immediately his jeans tightened and he slapped himself internally for having hormones.
"Fuck, Kurt. You could have warned me!" Blaine exclaimed while still softly moaning. "Gosh, this is delicious! Where did you learn to cook like that!?"
Kurt composed himself as much as he could, and he tried to keep his voice level as much as he could.
"I taught myself how to cook. I kind of had to when my mom died and my dad managed to screw up everything that had to do with cooking," Kurt laughed. "I have been cooking daily ever since, and I find myself quite loving it. Having that said, I am glad you are enjoying it as well, Mr. Anderson."
Blaine growled, and he took some pleasure in seeing Kurt's eyes blacken. It was incredibly unfair how Kurt could use something as simple as his name against him so easily. He had tried his best to keep the noises to a minimum, but trusting Kurt's words, he failed at that. But he also saw that Kurt was trying his best to keep acting cool, even if his eyes had noticeably darkened to a dark grey. Blaine decided to lay low for now. He had to take Kurt by surprise completely, or it wouldn't work.
"I am so sorry, Kurt.. About your mom, I had no idea," Blaine said sincerely.
"It's okay, really. I was eight when she passed, so it has been a while. I obviously still miss her, but it doesn't hurt as much anymore. Plus, I have Carole now, and she is lovely."
Blaine nodded, and they made small talk for the rest of their dinner. Blaine talking about his gigs on Saturday night, and Kurt about his love for fashion and designing.
When their plates were cleared Kurt talked about his other passion, performing. He did that on purpose, since that would lead to prom eventually.
"I was in Glee club in school, and it was the only place that accepted me for who I was. I have, or had, a lot of friends in there, that I love deeply, and that I miss incredibly. That might be the only plus side of going back next week."
Blaine purposefully ignored the comment about prom and told Kurt about his own Glee club.
"I was in Glee club as well! I was the front man of the Dalton Academy Warblers!" Blaine couldn't help but feel proud at that. He laughed when Kurt's jaw dropped.
"You were in the Warblers? You are from Ohio!?"
"Yeah I am. You know the Warblers? Because, honestly, I had never heard of your group."
Kurt quickly did the math in his head and nodded slowly. "That makes sense. If you are 3 years older than I am, that makes perfect sense. The New Directions didn't start until my sophomore year, and we didn't compete against the Warblers until I was a Junior. You already graduated by then. Plus, add the fact I was one for a couple of months…"
"I wonder who got the solos after I left. I sometimes felt bad for getting them all. My best friends, besides Wes, who was a senior too at the time, were both freshmen, and I really hope they got some after I left." Blaine mused. "Wait, you were one of them!?"
Kurt shrugged. "I was. We'll come back to that later. I got a duet once with Nick, and we had heaps of fun. Other than that it was mostly Hunter and a few times Sebastian. But I was only there for a short time. I don't know what happened after Seb and Hunter graduated. We could look up some of those performances later if you want?"
Blaine's face tensed before it lit up. "That sounds great, but only if you show me performances of the New Directions as well!" And if you don't shove him in my face. "What was Sebastian doing there, anyway? He was a senior like me?"
Kurt huffed. "Apparently he failed and had to redo his senior year. But let's not talk about him. Hey! Maybe you can visit your friends when we are back next week! I know some of them are still there." Kurt swiftly changed the subject.
"I already thought of that, but I am not visiting them. I am not going near Westerville. They can come to Lima, though. I would love to see Nick and Jeff again!"
Kurt didn't ask why Blaine wouldn't go to Westerville. He was a smart kid, and he knew bad things had happened there. He could understand why Blaine wouldn't want to go back.
"So you're excited to see your friends again?" Blaine asked, while putting the plates into the dishwasher.
Kurt positively beamed at that. "Yeah! I haven't seen them since graduation, and I miss them like crazy! Too bad it has to be because of a prom, though…" Kurt's voice trailed off.
Blaine sat down and looked at Kurt earnestly. "If you don't want to answer, or if you don't want me to know, that's fine, but I have to ask. What is it with prom that bothers you so much?"
Kurt got up without a word and walked out of the kitchen. Blaine waited a bit, but just as he wanted to get up, Kurt walked back in, holding a frame. He sat down and took a deep breath.
"This is my prom picture. I wanted to throw it out, but my dad made me keep it, to remind me of how strong I am, and how far I've come. I didn't even want to take it, honestly. Rachel wanted to be in it with me, but she wasn't allowed."
He handed the picture over to Blaine, who studied it quickly. It was Kurt alright, and he looked amazing. He could see the smile plastered on his face was fake, but what stood out the most was the crown and scepter.
Blaine looked up, puzzled. "You were prom king? How is that a bad thing?"
Kurt met Blaine's gaze and felt a tear slipping. "Because I wasn't."
"What do you mean, you weren't? You have the crown and the scept-" Blaine gasped. "Oh god, no. Kurt, please tell me this is some sick joke you are playing on me. Please tell me you were not voted prom queen."
Kurt gave a small smile and Blaine's heart sank. "I was, though. By secret voting, nonetheless. I ran out, called my dad, and after talking to him I calmed myself down and accepted. Then it was time for the official dance, and ironically Karofsky was prom king. He wasn't ready to dance with me just yet, even if he had been protecting me ever since I got back from Dalton, which will never lose its irony, and he left me standing there. I was ready to bolt when Rachel ran up to me and asked me to dance with her." Kurt wiped a few tears away. "After that I left, and I never went to another school dance again."
Blaine tried to make sense of it all. "He just left you? Why would he do that?"
Kurt gave a humorless chuckle. "Because he was the biggest bully of them all. He was the reason I transferred to Dalton in the first place."
Blaine just stared at him and Kurt continued. "After another locker shove, I-"
"A what?" Blaine asked through gritted teeth. He was having a hard time listening to this story.
"A locker shove. It was normal routine, really. They just pushed you into the lockers with full force, bruising you and all. And let's not forget the slushie facials."
"The what!?" Blaine all but yelled.
"Yeah, those were the worst. Some of them were awful, because the stains would never leave your clothing, while others could be washed out. Anyway, they took a slushie and just threw it in your face. It stings like hell, you know. It's also how they sent me off before I left for Paris."
"God, Kurt…" Blaine murmured.
"Anyway, after another shove I ran after him, demanding to know what his problem was. I just had had enough and I was beyond caring what he could do to me. I expected him to fight me, but instead he just yelled at me, and when I didn't back down, he kissed me." Kurt's voice broke, but he kept fighting the tears. "In that awful moment, he stole my first kiss. And after that he threatened to kill me if I ever told anyone."
Blaine was shaking in his seat. Suddenly his own prom didn't seem so bad anymore. They just beat him up for being gay, that was all. Kurt had to face bullies every day who mentally hurt him as well.
"That was the moment my dad said it was enough, and he used his honeymoon money to transfer me to Dalton. It was nice there, and Nick and Jeff are amazing, but I never felt quite at home there. McKinley was still where all of my friends were, and the fact that Sebastian kept harassing me… Suffice it to say when I had the option to transfer back, because Santana and Karofsky were going to look out for bullying, I took it with both hands. It all went well, and the bullying stopped. Until prom that is."
Kurt dragged a hand over his face and composed himself. "And now I am going back."
Blaine saw red for a moment. "Sebastian?" Blaine shocked himself. He hadn't said that name in so long, and the venom still dripped when he did now. "What did that bastard do to you?"
Kurt leaned back from Blaine's angry gaze. He thought he could be scary when angry, but Blaine was scary on a whole different level. His voice turned so cold, it made Kurt shiver.
"Relax, he didn't do anything. He just tried to get me into bed with him."
"And did he succeed?" A growl crept into Blaine's voice and Kurt wanted to just run away from the room. Instead he stayed put and faced Blaine.
"No he didn't! Like I would give myself to someone like him, after losing my first kiss already? Hell no."
Blaine seemed happy with his answer and deflated. "Good." He didn't know what he might do if Sebastian had gotten his hands on Kurt.
Kurt was startled by Blaine's break of character and he wondered why. He thought back of Sebastian. They were supposed to graduate together, so Sebastian was the same age as Blaine. They had known each other. The way Blaine spat his name, and how his body tensed at the mention of him earlier. Suddenly it all clicked.
"Sebastian's the guy, isn't he, Blaine?" Kurt asked softly, and when Blaine nodded, Kurt's own rage flared. He sincerely hoped he would never run into Sebastian again, because he wasn't sure what he would do.
Blaine seemed to break the haze first. "Kurt, are you sure you still want to go to prom next week? You really don't have to, and I understand completely now if you don't want to."
Kurt shook his head and smiled, determined not to let Sebastian ruin their evening. "I want to go. Telling that story made me realize I have grown since then. Plus, all of my friends will be there, and so will you. I will be just fine. Now, let's go watch some YouTube videos!"
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