Hehe. I laughed at Finn while writing this. Like, literally laughed. You'll see why. I really really like this story. I hope you do too. If you feel so inclined, tell me about it.
When the alarm buzzed the next morning, Friday, Kurt groaned softly and rolled over in his bed. Six-thirty A.M. Peering blearily at the time, he reached out a hand to still the alarm, his mind still sleep-fuzzed.
"Hey," called a soft voice from across his room. Kurt emitted a small noise (no he did not yelp, thank you very much) and rolled over to see Blaine leaning up from his position on the couch in Kurt's room, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"Morning," Kurt replied softly, his hand running through the mess of hair on his head, and flopping back down on his pillow.
Just then, Burt called from the top of the basement stairs. "Go back to sleep Kurt. You're not going to school today after what happened. Blaine, it's up to you if you want to drive all the way back to Dalton this morning, but if you decide to stay, you're welcome to go back to sleep too." And with that little proclamation, Burt disappeared from the doorway. Kurt sat up in bed, and looked over at Blaine.
"What do you think?" Kurt asked softly, his mind racing as he tried not to think of Blaine and how good he looked in a pair of Finn's pyjamas.
Swinging his legs over the side of the couch, Blaine made to stand, but fell back onto the couch, chuckling softly.
"Well, I can't sleep anymore," He began, throwing a look at Kurt which was faintly amused. "But I'm not really in the mood for going back to Dalton yet, either. Mind if I hang out with you, instead?" Blaine cocked an eyebrow as he asked, wondering slightly if he was pushing Kurt a bit too much.
Kurt's face broke out in one of the biggest grins Blaine had ever seen, and he tentatively returned it.
"I think that would be a great idea, Blaine!" Kurt gushed. "I can take you around town, show you some of the great places I like to go, and…" Kurt's face fell slightly as he though back to what had happened the other day. "…and maybe if I'm with someone else no one will bother me." Blaine blinked, took in the frustrated, unhappy face of the boy on the bed, and walked over to his side. Tilting his head to the side, he silently asked for permission to clamber up onto the bed. Kurt nodded softly, his cheeks turning a lovely pink colour as Blaine climbed up, making a small nest on top of the blankets and making himself comfortable.
"Kurt. Kurt look at me," Blaine said, his eyes fixing on Kurt's, a sad smile on his face. "I promised I would never allow anything like that to happen to you, ever again, and I mean to keep that promise, okay?" He lifted Kurt's chin a little, so he could stare into Kurt's beautiful eyes. A single tear slipped quietly down Kurt's cheek, and Blaine thumbed it away gently, his body unconsciously leaning forward as he felt the attraction of the taller boy. He rested his forehead against Kurt's, his arm clasped gently around Kurt's shoulders, and his breath hitched as he realised that all he could feel, smell, and see was Kurt. Oh, how he wished that he could taste him again!
Kurt, it seemed, felt the same, as his breath started coming faster, and he leaned into Blaine's touch. Lifting his head to look into the other boy's eyes, Kurt took the initiative, and leaned forward slowly. He pressed his lips against Blaine's, starting out softly, hesitantly. Blaine's eyes closed, and he simply savoured the taste and touch of Kurt's lips on his. Kurt was kissing him!
Kurt slowly slipped his arms up around Blaine's shoulders, clasping them around his neck as he deepened the kiss. Blaine's hands went to Kurt's waist, tugging him very gently closer to him.
"Um, Excuse me," came a nervous voice from the doorway. Kurt and Blaine pulled apart quickly, both blushing a deep crimson as they looked in unison at the door. Finn stood there, also a deep red colour, and wringing his hands.
"Um, Kurt, mom said to tell you guys that breakfast is nearly ready. Um… yeah." And with that declaration, Finn turned on his heel and left the room as quickly as possible.
Kurt looked over at Blaine, his cheeks still flushed, and released a sigh. Well, at least it hadn't been his father at the door.
"At least it wasn't your dad," Blaine chuckled softly, echoing Kurt's thoughts.
"How do you do that?" Kurt asked shyly, his eyes finding and holding Blaine's as he looked at him curiously.
"Do what?" Blaine replied, his eyebrow cocking again as he took in the shy look on Kurt's face.
"Know what I'm thinking before I say it," Kurt responded, another flush of crimson sliding over his cheeks, and he looked down at his hands, which were now clasped in his lap.
"I'm not sure," Blaine answered softly. "But I do know that if we don't get up there soon, your dad will be the next one down the stairs, and, honestly, I'm a little afraid of what he might do to me." Blaine laughed, and Kurt chuckled quietly. Taking Kurt's hand and ignoring the fact that they were both in their pyjamas, Blaine pulled Kurt up off the bed and raced him upstairs to the dining table.
As they arrived, Blaine took in Carol at the stove, and Finn at the table, and Burt standing watching the news on TV from the doorway to the kitchen.
"Supposed to be a nice day today," Burt mentioned casually, in passing. Flicking the remote, he turned off the TV, and sat down at the table with the rest of the boys. Carol brought out bacon, toast, pancakes with syrup, and enough sausages to feed an army, as well as orange juice and coffee.
"Wow, Carol," Blaine smiled. "When you make a meal, you really make a meal, don't you? This looks amazing!"
Carol blushed deeply, and laughed softly. "Well, Finn never settled for the usual milk and cereal type of breakfast." She smiled at the boy, who was busy filling his plate in ecstasy. "He always had to have a hot breakfast, something filling, so I just learned to make a lot of food." She laughed again, as Finn's blush crept up his neck.
"Moooom…." Finn grumbled, as everyone else laughed.
After breakfast, Blaine helped Carol with the dishes, Finn got ready for school, and Burt got ready for work. Kurt retired to his bedroom to look at magazines and wait for Blaine to come back downstairs.
When Blaine arrived, Kurt was just finishing up his moisturising routine. Looking over at the other boy, he gave a tremulous smile.
"So, is there anywhere in particular you would like to go, today, Blaine?" Kurt asked softly.
Blaine looked over at Kurt, his smile reaching up his cheeks and making his eyes crinkle in the way that Kurt found absolutely adorable.
"I'll leave that up to you."
Since Kurt's cell phone had been stolen, he had to go to the store and pick out a new one. Since he was due for an upgrade anyway, it wouldn't cost much, but he was really bemoaning the loss of his contacts, not to mention all of the pictures, videos and games he had put on the phone.
They stopped at the mall, Kurt's eyes going wide as he tried not to tremble getting out of his Navigator.
Blaine took in the nervous posture, and quickly pulled Kurt close to him in a hug, which Kurt returned with fervour.
"Thanks," Kurt murmured when the shaking subsided to the point that he could walk inside without getting upset.
"Don't mention it," Blaine offered, as he twined his fingers with Kurt's, giving him support and love through that simple gesture.
Kurt looked over at Blaine, his mind whirling through a billion different thoughts all at once. Just two days ago, he had been beaten, roughed up, because of what he was. What he supposedly chose to be.
But here was a boy, who actually liked him. Him, Kurt Hummel. And that boy had also saved his life. Because Kurt knew, knew, that if he had passed out before Blaine had found him, then someone would have come along and killed him. Of this, he was dead certain. And that scared the living daylights out of Kurt.
So, together with the boy he loved, and had loved for a total of two days, he walked into the mall. He wasn't fearless with Blaine by his side, but he might as well have been. Because no matter what anyone did to him, no one would never be able to take away the love that the two boys shared. And that was worth more than all the stars in the sky, all the diamonds in the earth, all the shells in the ocean.
Blaine held the door open for Kurt, and together they wandered the mall for quite some time. Not talking much, not communicating in any form, really. But both taking comfort from the fact that the other was there.
And loving every moment spent together.
