You guys must hate me right now…if you really do like this story, which by the way I have edited throughout the whole thing, hoping to make it sound more badass.
#I'm not a very good badass, my only influences are Puck, online research, and quotes from Bridget Jones Diary. Anyway stay tuned after this next chapter.
Kurt deliberately ignored meeting him, and he was so frustrated he left without trying to find him later, he knew he messed up again by being sexually aroused, but he was a human being for Christ sake, and Kurt was just…Kurt. He did manage to catch sight of Kurt after the bell rang for lunch, he had waited outside smoking for at least an hour but the boy had refused to make eye contact, which had ticked Blaine of, and he wondered why he even bothered as he left for an old place between Lima and Westerville and now he wished he hadn't let him go because he remembered Karofsky's warning when seeing his gang torturing a blind kid on the street.
"Guys knock it off, the kid's already fucked up!"
If only he didn't have to babysit those idiots.
….
Kurt wasn't in any danger.
Right?
His gang told him to go see him anyway because he was coming down from fucking cloud nine, and was being all bitchy apparently, well so Wes told him.
He stood outside for what seemed like forever just staring at Kurt's front door hesitating and thinking what a bad idea it was.
"Hey kid, you gonna stand out there all day or are you going to knock?" A bald headed guy in overalls asked wiping greased hands on a towel popped out of nowhere almost giving him a heart attack.
"Jesus," He muttered.
"Sorry?"
"I uh…is this Kurt Hummel's resident?"
Blaine wish he didn't have to play dumb.
"As a matter of fact it is; what do you want with my son?"
"Your son?"
"That's what I said," The old man assured not looking amused.
"I'm a…friend of his,"
If Kurt had been there he would have given him the oddest look since he said so many times that they weren't, and he smiled just picturing the adorable angelic face look up in confusion…
"Look, I know who you are, you're the punk whose been getting Kurt into all sorts of trouble, he doesn't have friends because of you, and he's been ignoring me because he's upset right now because of you, so give me one god damn reason why I should let you into my house?"
"I just want to fucking talk to him alright, is that too much to ask?"
"Watch your mouth, that's not giving yourself a good start," The man warned.
Blaine was not going to be told what to do.
"You're not my father or the police so you don't have a right to tell me what I can or can't do," He hissed.
"No, but it isn't hard to show a little bit of manners,"
"You could show manners by prying out of other people's business!"
"Listen here…" He pointed a finger and Blaine smirked.
"Is this the part where I blow you up into a balloon?"
"I don't know what Kurt see's in you you're…."
"What an asshole? I'm just trying to protect him, if you just let me talk to him…" Blaine yelled.
"Oh? You would know all about protecting…from black eyes perhaps, didn't I read in the paper somewhere you lot got into a fight?" The man suggested.
"No, but I know how to give one, and they started the fight, I just finished it,"
"Exactly why I want you to leave me son alone, you're not the kind of guy I want Kurt to have his first romance with, that boy deserve all the good he can get in this world, I know you two dated, don't think he didn't get excited when you gave him that brooch, he couldn't help himself, even though he knew he wasn't getting the romance he wanted, I know what happened. Kurt is not an experiment, he's vulnerable, and he has too good of a heart to let it go to waste on a scumbag like you, if all you are is trouble, I want you to leave him alone, and be on your way, find someone else to fool around with,"
"Or what? You going to put bars on his windows? Kurt isn't some prisoner, and I'm not going to hurt him that way, for fuck's sake!"
"I'm not so sure about that yet…"
"What's going on?" A concerned voice made them look towards the doorway to see Kurt standing there frowning at them.
"All I want is to talk to you, it was bad enough you ignored me at that freak of a school and now he's being so difficult," Blaine huffed glaring at Kurt's dad to make a point.
"He's just trying to protect me Blaine, he is my father, and you could be a little nicer,"
"He isn't doing a good job of protecting you babycakes,"
"Excuse me!?"
"Dad…"
"No Kurt, he doesn't respect you or me, this is the last straw, get out or I call the cops Blaine"
"No one is calling the cops!" Kurt yelled.
"Get inside Kurt,"
"He's not a fucking prisoner I told you!" Blaine bellowed.
"No but he's my son, and I know what's best for him!"
"Like hell you do!"
Kurt didn't have much of a chance to get Blaine to calm down because his dad was storming inside shouting "I've had enough of this,"
Blaine panicked when Mr Hummel went inside he ran his hands through his hand and turned to look at Kurt who was standing there still.
"Kurt you need to believe me,"
"I don't know why I should Blaine…give me a reason to,"
"I know alright? I know what I did was wrong, Karofsky….told me,"
"You're talking to Karofsky now?" Kurt asked with a suspicious not so happy voice.
"He told me to look out for you and I can't if your dad calls the police on me, so I need you to promise me you'll stay safe, please call in sick tomorrow, please Kurt…just don't go to school, you're in danger,"
"Why?"
"Because I love you that's why, and I'm not about to let you get hurt because some assholes think there's no harm in a bit of fun!" The anger in his eyes was overpowered by the glitter in Kurt's and the way his eyes lit up melted his heart, and he knew then it had been wrong to tell him then, but he couldn't take it back now.
"You…"
"I thought I told you to get inside Kurt," Mr Hummel instructed.
"I'm going, no need to call the police you emotional fuckwittage," Blaine spatted as he turned on his heel.
The boy he was in love with was in danger, and there was only one way he knew he could protect him, and that was to go after The Ex's himself.
"Blaine!" Kurt called desperately and on a half whine, but Blaine watched as his dad held onto his son's arms saying "Let him go," refusing him to go after Blaine, and knew it wasn't going to work out. Kurt looked like he wanted to speak although he couldn't through his tears Blaine knew what he wanted to say.
I love you too
"Stay safe babycakes," Blaine said one last time looking into Kurt's eyes before leaving the Hummel's residents.
Even if it killed him, he was going to do what it took to protect Kurt.
They wanted Blaine, and the only way they would leave Kurt alone was if he turned himself in.
