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Firstly. I'm really sorry I haven't been updating for a long while. I can only say I'm really busy at the moment and I'm quite stressed out about a lot of things. It shouldn't be an excuse and I wished it didn't prevent me from writing but it does and I also have a little bit of writers block. I had this story all in my head knew exactly how I wanted things but now I'm starting to doubt ;)
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Thirdly. Some of you have coomplained about the grammar and spelling mistakes and totally understand you. The two past chapters got a bit rushed due to lack of time but I will try to read through them and edit them and hopefully improve them ;) I want to than you for letting me know because sometimes when I write I don't realize my mistakes until it is too late. But I really appriciate you telling me in a nice way! So than you! I have tried to read through this chapter so hopefully it won't be too bad.
"Almost done" Blaine said gently as he finished to wrap Kurt's ribs. His hand was softly as they worked on Kurt's side. Kurt sat quietly on the edge of Blaine's bed, still fascinated by the room.
"Thank you!" Kurt said and smiled "Your house his amazing, Blaine!
Your room is really ice too." He continued and let his eyes wander through the room for the third time.
The room was not that big but it was stylish and Kurt knew the furniture was expensive since he had been longing for something like this for himself. Even the bedspread he was currently sitting on probably costed more than Kurt's own bed.
Blaine stood up from his position in front of Kurt and went into the bathroom to get rid of the first aid kit he had used to tend to Kurt's side. When he returned he held a glass of water in his hand that he offered Kurt.
"Here you go" He said "I'm glad you like it. My mom and dad are very keen on keeping the house a certain way. They have lots of friends that are very rich and they want to impress them all the time. How do you feel?"
He took a seat beside Kurt on the bed.
"It feels a lot better now. Thanks" Kurt mumbled and gave Blaine a grateful look.
His ribs felt a lot better and he could finally breathe somewhat normal again.
"Good. I' not an expert but well my mum taught me. You should probably unwrap it in a few hours. I didn't wanna wrap them too tight but when...my mom said that you can't leave it to tight or you can end up getting sick because you can't take deep enough breaths but I think you'll be fine if you take it off tonight or tomorrow. Did you take any pills for it?"
Kurt shook his head.
"I did but I ran out so I didn't take any this morning. Not that they helped that much anyway."
"I'm sorry" Blaine said quietly and looked down at his hands.
Kurt shook his head again.
"It's not your fault"
"I know but I hate seeing somebody I care about in pain and it kills me to know why"
Kurt felt his heart skip a beat and felt his cheeks flush. He still wasn't used to Blaine caring so much but it felt good.
"I'll be fine. Don't worry about it"He said and smiled.
Blaine smiled back at him.
"To late for that" He said.
Kurt swallowed and looked at Blaine for a couple of seconds before opening his mouth again.
"You said you knew what hurt ribs felt like" He said. It was both a question and a statement and he could see Blaine tense up in front of him and he immediately regretted asking. It wasn't his place to intrude on something that private even if Blaine had gotten him to open up.
"It's fine. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to" He said quickly but Blaine shook his head.
"No. I want to tell you. It's just...I really, really try to forget that it ever happened and sometimes it's hard to be reminded"
Kurt wondered if it would be weird if he grabbed Blaine's hand but let the other's boy hand rest on the bed instead.
"It's okay. Just tell me whatever you feel up to" He said softly.
Blaine nodded and took a deep breath.
"I was bullied at my old school and that's why I am at Dalton now. At first I thought it was because they didn't like me but then I understood it was because I'm gay. It got pretty bad. It was mostly that I didn't really have friends and I was really lonely and everyone else called me names or stole my things but well things got worse and they finally beat me up"
Blaine turned his wrist towards the light and Kurt could barely make out a small scar a couple of inches above his palm.
"Is it from them?" He asked.
Blaine nodded.
"Yeah. I had to have surgery for it. A couple of screws to set the bones. They corned me and a friend of mine and they twisted my arm and kicked me in the ribs. My bruises were a lot similar to yours. Fortunately his father turned up just in time. Otherwise we both would probably end up worse"
Blaine paused to let his voice steady.
"After that I transferred to Dalton and I haven't heard from anybody at my old school. No one cared"
"Not even that other guy?" Kurt asked surprised.
"Joey? No He moved to Kansas after that. His parents were very upset and they had family there so they decided to just move. I didn't even know he was out of the hospital before he was on his way across the country"
Blaine smiled sadly and Kurt awkwardly patted his back.
"I'm sorry to hear about that" He said.
"It's okay. It's in the past and like I said. I don't think about it that much any more and I love it at Dalton. It's great and I have lots of friends and the Warblers. You could transfer too you know"
Only he couldn't, Kurt thought sadly. He had looked it up already, thinking the same, but as soon as he saw the tuition fee he knew his dad could never afford it even if he worked even harder at the garage and Kurt didn't want him to be forced to do that. Dalton may have been his dream school but he was planning on keeping it a dream.
"My dad could never afford it and he's already too stressed. Besides I'll be fine at McKinley" He said not so sure if it was a lie or not.
Blaine gave him a look where he sat still with is chest bare and the white bandaged wrapped tight around his mid section. It looked like he wanted to argue but he didn't say anything instead he stood up and reached for Kurt's shirt on the floor.
"Here. I should probably get you home."
Kurt took the shirt and Blaine helped him get it on before they made their way downstairs again and outside to the car. The way back was spent mostly in silence and Kurt rested his head against the cool window. He was really tired and longed for the bed. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep any time soon since he still had heaps of homework to finish and he had promised to practice on the dance routine with Finn what evening which meant he wouldn't be in bed until after midnight. It felt like it was way too soon when Blaine pulled up at the Lima bean parking lot again and Kurt's abandoned Navigator came in view. He could have spent hours in Blaine's car just listening when Blaine hummed for himself while he drove.
"Remember to unwrap your ribs tomorrow at the latest and if the pain feels worse you have to call me and we will have to go to the hospital. I still think you should tell your dad though" Blaine said.
Kurt nodded.
"Thank you" Kurt said "I promise I'll call you if it gets worse but I can't tell my dad. Not if it's not necessary"
Blaine sighed.
"Okay. Sleep tight. I'll text you tomorrow okay?"
"Good night." Kurt answered as he climbed out of the car and shut the door behind him.
To his surprise no one one was home when he got home. The house was dark and quiet and he wondered where they all were. His dad should be home by know it was past six and the garage should be closed and hour ago. Maybe he had stayed to do paper work. That was probably the case Kurt thought as he made his way into the kitchen and opened the fridge. There wasn't much he could eat and he didn't feel like cooking something so he just grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl on the counter and headed to his room so he could start on his pile of homework that was due later in the week. He had at least to papers he needed to start with and then there was words for French and maths.
He sat down at his desk and started with the maths figuring that would be the hardest and take him the longest.
By the time he was finished it was past nine and he still hadn't heard from either of his family. He had tried to call three times but non of them picked up and he started to get worried. What if his father was sick again? What if he was in the hospital again? But then Carole would call him wouldn't she? He decided to check his phone again just to be sure but the last call he had gotten was from Blaine two hours earlier to let Kurt know he was home safe. Kurt sighed. Suddenly he felt really lonely again. Wasn't he a part of the family any more? He felt tempted to call someone but the only one he really wanted to talk with was Blaine and he couldn't bother Blaine any more. He decided it was probably time to remove that bandage since the last thing he needed was to get pneumonia. It was hard to hide his injuries as it was.
His side throbbed as he removed his shirt and the pain got a bit worse when he removed the wrap around them but he just bit his lip to prevent himself from crying. The bandaged had rally helped with the pain but maybe he could wrap them himself the next morning. It couldn't be that hard, could it? After he had removed the bandaged and hid it under his pillow he changed into his pyjamas and then stumbled down the stairs to the living room where he collapsed on the couch. He was really tired but he didn't like going to sleep when he was home alone. It was always too quiet and he missed his fathers snores or the noise from downstairs when Carole was in the kitchen doing the dishes or something else. Just something that reminded him that he wasn't alone. When his mother died that had been even more important and his father had let him sleep in his bed for almost a year before deciding it was time for Kurt to sleep in his own bed. It had taken months for Kurt to get used to it and most nights Burt lay in bed with him until Kurt fell asleep on his fathers arm.
Kurt wrapped the blanket tighter around him and was just about the fall sleep when he could hear the car pull up in front of the house and a couple of minutes later the door opened and his father and Carole could be heard. They were talking not so quietly and giggling in the hall and Kurt wondered what they where up to. He stood up from the couch and went to meet his father and Carole in the hallway. His father looked surprised to see him up.
"Oh hi, Kurt. Shouldn't you be in bed?" He asked.
"Where have you been?" Kurt accused his voice sounding much weaker than he liked.
His father looked up.
"What? Nowhere, Kurt! Just to the movies and for dinner. It's no big deal" His father said and looked from Kurt to his wife to get some support from her.
She smiled gingerly.
"You could have called me or text or what ever, I was worried. And where is Finn? Kurt asked still letting his eyes silently accuse his father.
It was like he truly didn't matter any more and he didn't like the feeling of neglect. His father knew very well how Kurt felt about being going to sleep alone in the house but it didn't seem to occur to him to even call his son to let him know where he was.
"Finn is at Puck's." Carole said.
Kurt didn't say anything but continued to glare at the two of them. He knew it was stupid of him and it wouldn't lead to any good but sometimes it just felt good to project his emotions on someone instead of keeping it all to himself so that he could slowly drown on them.
His father sighed deeply.
"Don't make it a big deal, Kurt. You know how scheduled my life has been for the last couple of months. Hell you even scheduled it for me to live. Is it wrong for me to want to do something spontaneous?"
"Is it to much to ask for for you to at least tell me you want be home? You know I hate it to be alone when I'm going to sleep" Kurt said quietly.
His father sighed even deeper and Kurt could see the clear disappointment before his father even spoked.
"I thought we would be past that by now, Kurt. It's. I think you should be able to sleep by your own. It's not like I can be here whenever you are going to sleep"
The words stroke him hard and it felt like his father had just slapped him in the face. To hear such a disappointment in his father's voice stung him. Especially when it was something like this. He knew the problem was him and that his father was right but it still hurt.
"I, yeah" His voice came back unsteady and he could feel tears burning and a lump growing in size in his throat.
He whispered a good night to his dad and Carole, hoping his father would say something else but he didn't. Instead he looked almost relieved when he nodded.
Once again Kurt felt defeated. Defeated and ashamed of the fact that he was such a coward., that he couldn't man up. That he was whiny and bitchy who depended on too many people who felt held back by him.
It was a battle inside him. One side that just wanted to stay the way he always had been because he was happy with the way he was. The other side hated all the things that made him him. The things that made him stand out, his voice, his fashion sense, his fears, his diva-personality. All those things was what made him a target in school. It was those things that made his father uncomfortable and clueless. He had tried to change those things. When he was little, after he first came out but then his father had told him he loved him for who he was no matter who he liked or how he dressed. Kurt believed him but this was before Finn and Kurt couldn't help but feeling like he was slowly losing his father to his step brother. Because Finn was everything everybody wanted from a guy. He was kind, friendly, sporty, tall, a bit naïve, not too bright and not too annoyingly smart, he looked good and he was always a gentleman when it came to girls.
He was what Kurt was not.
Uh So how did you like it? A bit of writers block in this one and even I miss out on the drama but I will try to but some into the next chapter. Pleaselet me know what yu hink and I will try my best to give you a really fast update. Reviews are likely to motivate me. How about Kurt, Karofsky and bathroom for the next chapter? Lot's of love to you again and thanks for sticking with me!