A/N aaaaah update :) it's like 1:17 am here and I just wrote more than half of this chapter so don't shoot me if there are spelling mistakes :p It's way too hot to sleep here so I thought why not bang out another chapter :) hope you like it and let me know what you think :)
Kurt stood outside his door for about ten minutes before he thought he could go in without his father noticing his puffy face. He sighed and pushed it open, hearing the television in the living room he walked past it and went up the stairs. He couldn't face his parents now, not after he doubted everything he thought had been true.
Was Blaine really just his assistant? Was it wrong of him to feel this way? Of course it was! Wasn't it?
He buried his face in his pillow and groaned loudly, he felt like crying but it looked like his eyes had dried up entirely after crying so much the past week. He didn't make the effort to take off his clothes and just slipped under the cover, trying to lose the image of Blaine's shocked expression after he kissed him. What if Blaine didn't feel the same way? Hell, Kurt didn't even know how he felt about Blaine; he only knew he didn't want to lose the man who had sacrificed so much time for him.
After hours of tossing and turning, and pretending to sleep when Carole came to check on him he finally drifted off. His sleep was disturbed by dreams of hazel eyes, soft lips and strong arms around him. The first thing that came to his mind in the morning was that he didn't want to lose Blaine. He got up and searched his jeans for his cell phone, his fingers couldn't press the buttons fast enough for Kurt's liking. When the waiting tone ended, and he heard a sleepy voice mumble a barely audible 'hello?', Kurt lost his voice. He opened his mouth and a 'huhgl' kind of noise came out.
Blaine rubbed his eyes and looked at the number on the display when he heard someone on the other end – Kurt. "Uhm, Kurt, you do realise I can see the number, right?" Blaine said flopping down on his back again.
Kurt's eyes went wide when he heard Blaine's voice, he recomposed and cleared his throat.
'Hi, I – uh, damn, - I wanted to say something and now I feel like such an idiot," Kurt said almost pulling his hair out with frustration at how hard he found this to be said.
"Don't. I mean just throw it out, I'm not gonna laugh at you and it's way too early to move a lot…" Blaine's voice drifted off.
"Did I wake you up? Oh I'm sorry; maybe I should call you back later! Yeah I think –"
"Kurt will you please just tell me, there's absolutely no point in calling me later when you can just fucking tell me now!"
Wow. Just – what? Did Blaine actually cuss just now? That's a new one.
"Right, right, okay the thing is I don't want things to be awkward between us, because of what happened … in the park. And I just wanted to know if you'll still be my friend? I mean I'm not gonna fire you anytime soon and I hope you're not gonna quit, so we'll see each other around the office, but I really want to be your friend, Blaine. And I am so thankful for all you have done the past few weeks, if you wouldn't have been there, I'm sure I'd be in a mental institution by now, so … thank you," Kurt said in a rush, trying to get everything out as fast as possible without actually stumbling over the words.
Blaine was quiet for a ling time after he'd finished. So long that Kurt thought the connection had been broken off.
"Uh, Blaine? You still there?"
"Yeah, and don't worry Kurt, we're cool. By the way everything that you claim I've done for you, was just pure instinct, I mean to leave you in a situation like that would've been heartless," Blaine said his, voice sounding different. Like he was having a hard time to get any sound to come out of his mouth.
"Okay so we're fine?" Kurt desperately wanted to make sure.
Blaine laughed and nodded, then realised that the other man couldn't see him. "Yes, Kurt, we're fine. Now if you don't mind I'm gonna hang up 'cause I need to take a shower and tell Wes to stay the fuck away from the kitchen."
"Okay, see you soon and thanks again," Kurt chuckled.
"No problem."
The conversation ended and Blaine almost threw his phone against the wall. He groaned and rubbed his hands over his face. This was not supposed to happen! He should be grateful that Kurt wanted to be his friend, not disappointed! Once Blaine had drifted off to sleep he'd had the most amazing dreams he could've imagined. All Kurt-related.
He pushed his knuckles into his eye sockets and tried to get up. He just ended up sliding halfway out of bed and sitting on the floor, his sheets in a mess beside him. A knock on his door made him look up to meet his flatmate's eyes.
"Hey B you want so – whoa, no offence dude, but you look like shit," David said, pushing the door further open.
"Gee thanks, and no I don't want any breakfast, if you guys are making it," Blaine told him, getting to his feet and searching his wardrobe for some clean jeans.
"Nah, I gave up on the cooking, I was heading to Starbucks, you want anything?"
Blaine just shrugged and strode out of his apartment to find the bathroom door locked.
"Wes, come on man! Hurry up!" Blaine yelled as he banged on the door.
"Okay! Okay! Just give me a second, geez, David give him some coffee, will you? Because this is our morning ray of sunshine Blaine again," Wes retorted through the thin door.
Blaine just huffed and took a seat on the couch in the living room, waiting for Wes to get the hell out of the bathroom.
'Yo, Blaine, what's wrong man? I know you're not a morning person, but there's no need to yell," David said in a hushed voice, holding his hands up as in surrendering.
Blaine didn't know whether to tell him or not. They were his best friends, but telling them he was in love with his boss, who lost his husband recently and had two kids? That was kind of major. He heaved a big sigh and gave in.
"You know Kurt? My boss?" Blaine asked the male who had taken a seat across from him.
"That guy you've been crushing on? Yeah, what about him?" David asked a smirk starting to appear on his lips.
"Well I think that I – wait hold the phone! What did you just say?"
"What?"
"I didn't have a crush on him!" Blaine said his face turning a beautiful shade of red.
"Yeah right Anderson, you've talked about nobody else except him and that little girl," okay now the guy had a sheer Cheshire grin plastered on his face.
"Fine… my point was actually that well… oh god… I think I love him," Blaine admitted looking directly into his friend's eyes.
"B that's nothing new," a voice from behind came. Wes was standing in the doorway listening to their conversation, a towel wrapped around his hips and holding a toothbrush in his hand.
"Whatever do you mean, Wesley?" he asked, his voice going very curious.
"I mean that every time you came home from work or this guy's house, your eyes almost turned into little hearts. And if it wasn't so damn satisfying to see you in love and on your way to happy for a change I would've made fun of you ages ago," Wes said, shrugging his shoulders and flopping down beside the curly haired man.
"Blaine, if you love him, be patient. He's been through hell and he needs to recover. A pain like that doesn't leave; he'll just have to learn to live with it. And patience will be your friend in this case," David said, finally being serious.
Blaine nodded and kept quiet for a few moments before clapping his friends on the shoulder and heading to the bathroom. He needed to think this entire thing over. Because if he decided to be patient, he could get rewarded and it would definitely take a while, or he could get heartbroken and devastated. The hot water loosened his muscles and when he stepped out of the shower he knew he couldn't let Kurt go. He was too addicted already.
o.O.o
Kurt had decided to take Rachel out to dinner, as a thank you far watching his kids. She'd said that it was no big deal, but Kurt knew his friend and he also knew that Rachel wasn't big on kids. They were loud, dirty and never listened. Well except Kurt's children of course.
Burt and Carole left after a week of giving Kurt time to breathe. They watched Tyler and Amanda, they cleaned the house, made sure there was food and always listened whenever Kurt had another breakdown. But things were slowly getting better. Kurt went back to work with some furious determination, he didn't cry as much anymore, but he wasn't sure that was whether he was feeling slightly better or just because his eyes couldn't produce anymore droplets of salty water. He spent time with his children and made sure his friendship with Blaine was going back to normal. Or at least as normal as it ever could be. Days, weeks, months passed and slowly the old Kurt Hummel was returning, with a few changes. His face was still pale and his eyes could turn hollow on bad days but all in all, he started to look like himself again.
Blaine was glad to see this and felt proud that Kurt had gotten better. He himself spent more and more time at Kurt's house, he had fallen in love with that little girl. She was beautiful and she had convinced him to come watch a movie at least once a week. Disney of course, because that's what little princesses watched. Tyler had asked Blaine if he could teach him how to play the guitar and on his birthday, Blaine got him his first guitar. After that the boy was sold. Blaine was practically already a part of the family and then Adam's birthday came round.
Kurt didn't have the courage to get out of bed and face the world that day. In stead he texted Blaine if he could take the kids to school. Not fifteen minutes later he was standing at the front door, waiting for someone to open up. To his surprise Tyler and Mandy came to the door, backpacks ready and pulling on their coats.
"Let's go Blainey or we're gonna be late!" Amanda yelled as she ran to the taxi that was waiting for them.
He got them safe to school and then ordered the driver to get back to the same house. He found Kurt in his bed his head resting against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling. He climbed in next to him and stared at the same spot.
"Thanks again," Kurt mumbled, voice hollow and weak.
"No problem," Blaine said, it seemed this became one of their routine sentences.
They sat there for what felt like hours and then Kurt finally spoke up.
"Hey Blaine? I don't think I can do this alone anymore, so I kinda wanted to ask you something. And don't freak out, but you know it's just something to think about, but … would you consider… moving in here? So I'm not alone in this house?" Kurt whispered, still not taking his eyes of the ceiling.
Blaine looked at him incredously and thought about what Kurt had just asked him. Move in with him? And leave his best friends? But then again Kurt needed him at times like these and it wasn't like he spent a lot of time in his own apartment. Kurt did have a nice guest bedroom and the kids wouldn't think it a horrible idea.
He took Kurt's hand and said: "I'll think about it." when Kurt's head dropped on his shoulder. The slender man nodded? Of course he had to think about it. This wasn't something you decide in the time span of like ten seconds. Why did he even ask Blaine that? It was way too much to ask from a friend.
"You know what forget it, forget I asked," Kurt said, closing his eyes again and enjoying the silence that stretched on between them. They were quiet for a little while.
Five minutes later Blaine spoke up again. "Yes, I'll move in with you
A/N okay that was it :) hope you like it, so let me know guys!
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