Here is a new update! Hope you like it. It's a bit longer than the other chapters but that is what I am trying to accomplish so yay!
"Dad, this is Blaine," I heard Kurt said quietly. I was glad Burt came in so we could stall my haircut. Kurt has been trying to get me to get this haircut but I can't do it. It's not that I can't it's just I have a huge scar on the side of my head from one of my father's beatings. I wouldn't change in front of Kurt before because he will see the scars on my back. I hate thinking that he might notice.
"Nice to meet you Blaine. Do you go to McKinley?" Burt asked while extending a hand for me to shake. When I was about to give back the gesture to think of a clever answer since I don't go to any school, a tall teenage boy who almost couldn't fit through the door interrupted me.
"Burt, did you get the popcorn so we could watch the game?" I watched his face fall the second he saw me. "That's my clothes! Kurt!" His face turned a dark shade of red.
"He is just borrowing it in the meantime Finn. It's no big deal," Kurt said casually. Finn took this seriously though. I was about to go naked in front of him to give it back. He was starting to freak me out.
"No Kurt! That was my dad's shirt!" He yelled. I didn't see the big deal but everyone's face dropped. I'm guessing he lost a family member as well.
Burt took his son into the kitchen. Kurt and I heard some bickering, shouting, and Kurt's dad tried to calm the teen but it wasn't working so well. Finally he gave in and Burt walked back telling us everything was okay.
"Look Kurt, I could just give it back…It's fine," I whispered.
"No Blaine. Don't worry about it," He said sternly. We left the two boys on their own while the two of us walked to the car. I apologized to him but Kurt covered my mouth this time and soon let go to shush me.
We soon parked by the salon called "Lima Quick Cuts." It didn't seem like the place Kurt would style his hair but it seemed like the guy knew what he was doing.
"Kurt I don't think I should get my hair cut," I breathed out. I kind of like the hair that piled like a mop on my face and I was in huge risk of letting him see how my father's abuse will forever be engraved on my skin.
"Stop with this nonsense Blaine. Come on, it will be fun!" He smiled. His eyes stared into mine and I soon gave in. Hopefully it would turn out for the better.
When we entered, Kurt started talking to the lady behind the desk. They laughed loudly and seemed to be enjoying themselves. I gave them space and sat down on one of the benches. An older lady walked up to me and I helped her sit down.
"Kind boy, nice young man. I have a granddaughter that would love to talk to you. You are very handsome," she smiled. I smiled back but I didn't have the heart to tell her that I play for the other team. I looked at Kurt and she soon followed my gaze. "You have heart for a boy you can not get?" She asked quietly.
"More like I am afraid," I whispered back. She stared at Kurt for a long time watching the desk lady laugh along with him.
"He is a warm hearted young man but be warned, he isn't always honest," she said while staring into space.
"What are you talking about?" I asked but she didn't answer. She stood up when her name was called and Kurt came to sit next to me. I couldn't even look at him in the eye. I was just too freaked out.
Finally it was my turn to sit in the chair. I heard faint noises of Kurt and the hair stylist about how they should cut my hair. I was nodding when Kurt asked for my opinion but I wasn't really listening. What was that lady talking about? Probably bogus and was just trying to have some fun. I still couldn't stop thinking about it though.
"Blaine, you alright?" Kurt asked as he laid a hand on my shoulder. His grip was welcoming and calming but I still felt ashamed for even believing the women. Kurt was honest, right?
"Yes, I am fine," I said as the stylist put the scissors near my head. She started snipping away and eventually moved to cut my side burns for the finally look. I had to admit I looked pretty good but the scar was starting to show and it made me feel just a tad more insecure.
Kurt breathed and clapped his hands. He kissed the stylist on the cheek and looked at me through the mirror. 'It's absolutely perfect,' he mouthed. I smiled back at him but why the sudden change? Why now? Why did I want to change my life now?
I stood up as the stylist took off that black rope that practically chokes you. We walked to the desk lady and paid her the amount. The old lady walked towards the door giving me a cold stare making me shiver as she walked past.
Kurt didn't notice though. He kept talking to the desk lady who eventually shook hands with us and said goodbye. We walked to the Navigator and settled down in our seats. Kurt turned on the radio and I didn't even argue with him about the channel we were listening to.
As we headed back home I realized that I needed to go back to my 'home.' Walmart was where I lived for the past three years and I had to continue before I got a job and my own place to live. As we were turning on to Kurt's street I started to shake a bit.
"Look Kurt, I really need to go back to Walmart. It's where I live. If you could just drive me there and drop me off maybe we could spend another day together some other time," I said quietly. He looked at me shocked.
"You're kidding right? You're staying with me Blaine. You aren't living in that filthy store you call a 'home,'" Kurt said while staring at the road.
"I can't—" I tried to say. He put his finger on my lips and whispered, "I want you to stay Blaine."
We drove to his house in silence. I didn't know how Kurt was going to tell Burt about me. My whole life story or just the important parts that he needed to know? How I am allergic to kiwi or maybe how I don't go to school? I don't know. I just hope Kurt will be okay.
As we walked into the house Burt saw my hair cut. He nodded approvingly and looked at Finn again. They were watching the Knicks game and Finn had a grumpy face on. I forgot I was still wearing his clothes.
"You a Knicks fan?" I asked them both. Finn seemed to get excited at this and nodded his head in large motions. Burt laughed a bit and asked us both to sit down. As we settled into the couch Kurt blurted it out.
"Blaine needs a place to live," He said loudly. Burt sighed a bit.
"What do you mean Kurt?" He said slowly.
"Blaine is homeless," Kurt said quietly. I looked down at my feet as the three stared at me.
"He is welcome to stay as long as he needs to, alright?" Burt said. Kurt beamed at him and hugged him, Finn, and lastly me.
"Thanks Dad!" I smiled at Kurt when he thanked his father.
"Thank you so much Mr. Hummel," I said to him. He smiled at me.
"Call me Burt," and we all continued watching the game.
