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Beside You
Kurt awoke to the sound of someone clearing their throat. He couldn't be bothered to move right away, as he instantly noticed that he was wrapped in Blaine's strong arms. His eyes fluttered open, but he slammed them shut as light nearly blinded him. He shifted, and felt Blaine do the same.
"Kurt." Came a voice. But it wasn't Blaine's.
His heart skipped a beat and his eyes flew open to see his father standing with his arms crossed, looking far from happy.
Crap.
Kurt shot up, sending Blaine tumbling, nearly falling off the bed. Burt raised an annoyed eyebrow, and huffed.
"Dad, it's not what it looks like." Kurt defended, seeing Blaine starting to get his bearings.
"Oh, it's not?" Burt asked sarcastically. His forehead crinkled.
"Seriously. I had a nightmare, and he came over to see if I was alright. And I asked him to stay with me, because I didn't want to have another one." Kurt admitted, running a hand through his messy hair.
"And that's all? No monkey business?" Burt asked, his eyes narrowed on Blaine, who visibly shrunk.
"No, Dad. It was just a nightmare. About...about school. I was just worried that people would laugh. I mean, I'm still worried, but not as much." He said, finding each word difficult to form.
Burt sighed, looking a little annoyed. "Alright. Next time ask me, okay? And don't worry so much, you'll get frown lines and you are way too young for those. I'm just waking you up because you have an hour or so to get ready for school. Both of you."
They nodded silently.
"Alright, if you need anything I'm going to the garage, so just give me a call." He said with a smile, and walked up the stairs. "Blaine, you look after him!" He called, and then they heard the door shut.
"That was...oddly normal." Kurt admitted, fiddling with the sheets.
"Of course it was. I told you, the knowledge of this isn't going to change people's view of you. They might be a little more careful, but you're still Kurt to them." Blaine assured him.
He leant in to kiss Kurt gently.
"Alright. Yeah, I guess you're right. Shower time." Kurt mumbled, and dragged himself out of bed.
But instantly the world began to spin, and he had to grab the wall as everything rushed through him like lightning. His head twirled, and his stomach lurched.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked nervously, scooting over the bed in seconds to put a steadying hand on his waist.
"That was weird..." Kurt muttered, as his senses came back, and he was no longer disoriented.
"What the hell was that? You're freaking me out." Blaine admitted, still not letting go of him.
"Just a head rush. I get them from time to time when I'm stressed out. Just hasn't happened in a while, I guess." He admitted. It was the truth. "Caught me by surprise."
Blaine still looked wary.
"You can let go of me now. I need to shower or there is no way I'm going to school. Have you seen my bed head?" Kurt half-laughed, and began to walk to the bathroom.
"Oh I don't think so mister. I'm not letting you shower alone when you nearly just passed out. Plus, this saves time and water." Blaine winked, pulling his shirt off.
"You just wanna see me naked." Kurt teased, taking his own shirt off as well. They made it to the bathroom before they couldn't control themselves anymore.
Blaine pressed Kurt up against the shower wall once it was turned on and they had undressed, feeling Kurt literally shudder against him.
The cold tile was flush to his back, and he stifled a gasp when Blaine's hands travelled downwards, sending tingles through him.
"B-Blaine." He stuttered, the water dripping down his chin.
"What?" Blaine asked, pulling away with worry in his eyes. It was easy to tell he thought he'd done something wrong.
"While I've always wanted to have shower sex, and I love you and everything you do, I don't think we should do this." He muttered, watching as Blaine nodded. "Look, I'm sorry. It's not that I don't want you, it's just that I'm so nervous for today, and while this is a proven stress reliever, I just don't want to right now."
"Kurt," His boyfriend started, but he cut him off.
"I hate that this is affecting your happiness as well, I never wanted to do that. I just don't think I can-"
Blaine's lips crashed onto his, and he stifled a gasp. Soon he couldn't resist and he was kissing Blaine back, the two of them rotating so Blaine was under the streams of hot water, and Kurt was pushing him against the wall.
"What was that for?" Kurt asked when they pulled away.
"It's the only way I could get you to shut up." Blaine said with a cheeky grin. "I'm fine with not doing anything. I am. And this isn't affecting my happiness. Okay, maybe a little, but in the best way possible, if you could believe that. I want to help you, that's all I want to do. And if you just want to shower, and nothing other than that, I can't get mad at you for that because I know that you're okay. Like I've said so many times; I need you to be comfortable, so I can be comfortable. Alright?"
Kurt nearly burst into tears, despite not knowing why.
"Yes. Yes, okay. But trust me when I say I am perfectly okay with you kissing me right now. In fact, if I had it my way, we'd kiss forever and never take a break." He admitted.
Blaine pulled him forwards, the two of them under the water beating down on their skin, and kissed him. Tender, gentle, but still heated. Not in a sexual way, not even in a sensual way. Just...heated. If that made sense.
It did to Kurt.
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When they arrived at school, Kurt pulled into the spot next to Finn. He groaned internally when he saw his boyfriend pacing nervously in front of his vehicle.
He and Blaine hopped out onto the pavement, and had about ten seconds before Finn was upon them.
"Are you sure you're okay to go to school today Kurt? I mean you weren't yesterday and I'm freaking out-"
"I can see that." Kurt interrupted, and even he admitted that he sounded snide.
"Dude, I just care okay?" Finn said, and Kurt felt Blaine snake his arm around his waist, such a simple gesture that it almost seemed perfect. Until you remembered that they were in public.
"Finn, I know. I'm going to be okay. I mean I'm scared, I won't deny that, but I know that I have you and Blaine. Yesterday I had razor blades in my bag, and today I have jelly beans that Blaine so graciously picked up this morning for me. I'm going to be fine. Hopefully." He added, more like an afterthought.
"What are you going to do about the Glee club? I mean, knowing Rachel, and her giant mouth that I still can't understand why she can't keep shut, they all know at least something." Finn asked, and it was easy to tell he felt responsible. Which technically he was, but Kurt was no longer angry.
"I'll deal with it when I have to. During Glee, probably. Blaine said he'd help me. I mean, if they all know what Rachel heard, then they've probably come up with ridiculous conspiracy theories that I certainly don't need spread around, so we'll just clear it up for them." Kurt explained, shifting on the spot.
"Honey, you don't need to tell them if you don't want to. I mean, it's a big contrast; going from nobody knowing, to like, all your friends. You don't have to do anything you don't want to." Blaine said, kissing his cheek quickly.
"I know. But they might as well know, rather than speculate behind my back, you know? Although it would be nice if you...I mean could you guys tell them? During Glee practice, I mean. I'll be there but I just don't know if I can...say it out loud." He asked, and Finn nodded.
"Of course, babe. Whatever you need." Blaine assured him.
Before he could say anything else, the bell rang, and they had to half run inside in order to make it to class.
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Blaine sat in the back of his English class, tapping his pen anxiously. He couldn't help but worry that maybe Kurt would break down, or maybe he'd find something sharp, or maybe...maybe anything.
He didn't know what to worry about first; all he knew was that he was worried. Careful not to let his teacher see, despite her being lenient, he grabbed his phone.
You okay so far? Sorry if I'm bugging you, I'm just worried for you, that's all. He sent to Kurt, and began tapping his pen again when he didn't get a reply right away.
I'm okay, you need to relax, seriously. I'm actually thankful for the looks I'm getting from Santana, because this class sucks. I'm pretty sure Rachel spared no details, cause her view is centered on my wrists. Ugh. Kurt sent back, and Blaine rolled his eyes.
Ignore her, she's crazy. I'll meet you outside your door after class to walk you to chem, okay? He sent back, seeing his teacher give him a stern look.
Alright. Love you 3
Love you more ;)
XXXXX
Kurt's day went by like a blur. He didn't know why, really. His first two periods were boring as ever, followed by the ridiculousness that was his Home Ec course.
When lunch rolled around, he had become aware, and anxious, of the looks he was getting from the Glee kids. They ranged from suspicious (Santana and Sugar, no surprise there), to downright worried (Puck, Tina, and shockingly enough, Rory).
He was at his locker, grabbing his lunch from the top shelf, when a loud voice made him jump, nearly dropping everything.
"Kurt! Oh god I was so worried about you! What the heck happened yesterday! I heard Finn talking about cutting? What does that mean? What haven't you told me? Communicate with your best friend!" Rachel ranted, her hands grabbing his shoulders.
He resisted the urge to push her away.
"First of all Rachel, I can't communicate when you don't shut up. Secondly, I'll explain in Glee okay? It's easier to explain with everyone there. You need to relax, worry lines won't help you get onto Broadway." He muttered, shutting his locker as he finished grabbing what he needed.
"But Kurt you're scaring me and-"
"Rachel! I'm not explaining anything to you right now, so just shush! Let's go to the caf, I heard they're serving pasta today, which is the only decent thing that has ever been sold there." He said, linking arms with her.
He knew it was a fake gesture of love and affection. In reality he wanted to eat lunch alone. Actually, being honest, he'd rather be cutting himself by now, but that wasn't an option.
So instead, he led her down the hall, shooting a quick text to Blaine.
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Blaine's phone vibrated, and he fished it out of his pocket from his spot at the table. Finn was across from him, sending worried looks to the doors, and Brittany sat beside him, gabbing to Santana about Lord Tubbington's health complications.
Be there soon, getting some pasta with Rachel. Love you 3
He breathed a sigh of relief. That was, until Artie rolled up to their table, and tapped him on the shoulder.
"What happened with Kurt yesterday? We're all kinda secretly freaking out, man. I figured cause you're his boyfriend and all, you'd have all the deets." Artie explained, accepting a fry that Brittany offered him.
"It's not my place to tell you." He lied. "Especially not here. Kurt will explain everything in Glee club, okay?"
"But I heard...I mean we all heard something about...cutting? I just...I can't help but wonder if I did something wrong by not being there for him." Artie admitted in a low voice, looking down at his gloved hands.
"You didn't do anything wrong, Artie." Blaine assured him, but saw that Artie has snapped his head back up.
"So he does cut? Shit...I mean...damn." He muttered.
Blaine literally face palmed. Shit. He'd gone and pulled a Finn. Now Artie knew. And Artie was actually terrible when it came to keeping secrets. Kurt was going to be so freaking pissed...
Oh great. That was when Kurt and Rachel decided to walk over to them, both with a bowl of pasta.
"Artie, you say one word, and...just keep your mouth shut, got it? Act surprised in Glee, and don't tell a soul." Blaine said quietly.
Artie didn't say anything, but the way his shoulder's tensed, it was clear he heard.
Surprisingly, lunch went off without a hitch. Nobody said anything to Kurt. Maybe they were all too scared.
Blaine noticed that a few times, Kurt began raking his fingernails over his skin, and he gently pried them away in order to hold his hand.
When they parted for their next classes, it wasn't without worry and a pointless argument. Blaine wanted to protect Kurt, and Kurt wanted Blaine to shove off.
They parted stressfully in the halls.
Within five minutes they'd texted to apologise and made up.
Oddly, the rest of the day was quick to Blaine. He didn't know about Kurt, but his worry was a good distraction. Good enough to make everything zoom by.
Before he knew it, the bell went.
It was time for Glee.
Time to face the music. (Yes, ironic way of putting it.)
Alright! Next chappy will be up within a few days. Sorry for the wait, I relapsed again...it's been rough. Anyways, love you guys!
xo
