(10) I Won't Let Go
A/N: I'm sorry, please don't hate me! But... You know how earlier I said that the Warblers lost at sectionals? Well, yeah... You can just um... Disregard that... I know, I know... I have a problem with screwing with plots and consistency and yeah... But you watch Glee so you should be used to it. Right?... Just R&R and ignore my incoherent ramblings...
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Kurt was at his locker, grabbing his spiral notebook for Algebra notes, when he heard an all too familiar voice creep up behind him. He'd managed to go all week avoiding Karofsky, and he knew it was just a matter of time till they met face to face again.
"Sup, faggot?"
He tensed immediately and stood there, paralyzed with fear. He couldn't breathe at all and... Oh god, no. Not again... Memories flashed through his mind again, his voice ringing in his ears. "I told you not to push me..." The sickening cracking sound coming from his head.
He turned to Karofsky and shook his head. "You get away from me..." he whispered fearfully.
"Or what?" Threatened Karofsky. "You'll get your buddies in HomoExplosion to sing me to death!"
"No," Said another voice. "But we sure as hell will kick your fucking ass!"
They turned to see that the voice belonged to Santana, followed by the rest of the New Directions.
"I think I can handle all you singing queers."
Santana stepped up. "Huh," she started. "You see, here's the deal... You stay and I crack one of your nuts- actually, fuck that shit. You don't leave our boy here alone and I'll crack BOTH your nuts, right after the rest of us finish beating your worthless, sorry ass up to a fucking pulp, which I think I speak for everyone here when I say that that is the least of what you deserve, you stupid, ignorant, bastard son of a mother fucking bitch."
He grunted and waved his arms at her. "Fuck you all!" He said as he turned and walked away.
Before anyone could say or do anything, Santana rushed to Kurt, who was still frozen beside the lockers, and wrapped her arms around him. "He's gone..." She whispered. "He won't hurt you as long as we're here, Kurt. I swear to god that I will go all Lima Heights on his ass if he ever comes near you again."
Normally, Kurt would have been confused by Santana's out of character compassion, but now... He just stood there and let her hold him.
It was then that he realized the only thing that kept him from falling apart was someone there with him holding him together.
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Saturday rolled around and Kurt was going through his closet looking for a decent outfit for his date with Blaine as Finn sat on his bed, trying (and failing miserably) to be a fashion consultant.
"Are you sure about this, Kurt?" asked Finn. "I mean, are you, you know... Ready? Up for it?"
"I'm fine, Finn. Now which scarf looks better with my skin tone?" He asked holding up a green and red scarf on either side of his face.
"Um, dude, I don't even know what skin tone is... And stop changing the subject!"
Kurt threw both scarves back into his drawer as he rolled his eyes. "Blaine isn't going to hurt me, Finn."
"You don't know that, Kurt. What if he does?" His voice started to crack and Kurt turned to him. "I-I don't want you to get hurt again... And if-of there's anything-and I mean anything-I can do to stop it from happening again... And I didn't at least try..." Kurt sat on the bed next to him. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself, Kurt."
Kurt pulled Finn in for a side hug. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm going to be fine, kay?" Finn smiled a little bit at how strong his little brother (who was actually a few months older) was getting. He was looking like his old self again.
"Now which shirt looks better with this scarf?"
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Blaine knocked on the door to the Hudmel household around one-thirty. Kurt was still upstairs getting ready.
Carole led him inside and motioned for him to sit on the couch across from Finn, who as soon as she left, began glaring at him. Blaine shifted in his seat uncomfortably as Finn gave him a stare down.
"You realize that if you EVER hurt him, I will personally castrate you with a rusty razor, right?" threatened Finn. Blaine was a more than surprised to find out that Finn even knew what "castrate" meant, but he was even more afraid of him now.
"I would never hurt him." he said. "Nobody deserves to go through what he went through, and I really do love him and I would never, EVER do anything to pressure him to do anything or hurt him ever. I just want to help him..."
Before Finn could reply, Kurt call running down the stairs. "Sorry for being a little late, my coif was acting up."
He came down the stairs and faced Blaine. "You look amazing."
Kurt blushed and smiled. "Thanks. So do you."
"So uh, you ready?" asked Blaine.
Kurt nodded and called out, "I'll be back in a little while, dad!"
Burt came out of the kitchen and smiled at them. "Okay, kid. Have fun!"
"Not too much fun, though!" called out Finn. Kurt laughed as he walked out the door and climbed into Blaine's car.
"So are you gonna tell me where we're going yet?"
Blaine shook his head. "Nope! Still a surprise..."
"Okay... Am I allowed hints?"
Blaine smirked. "Not hints, per say. But I'll let you ask questions about it."
Kurt furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. "Hmm... Is it a cheesy date?"
Blaine laughed. "I guess it could be."
"Way to give it away," said Kurt as he rolled his eyes, the sarcasm dripping from his voice.
"Just be patient."
They drove in silence until they came to an isolated park that was covered in newly fallen snow. Blaine parked the car and opened his car door to go around and open Kurt's. He smiled. "Thank you... So is this it?"
"Part of it." Blaine walked to the trunk of his car and pulled out an old fashioned wooden sleigh and a picnic basket. Kurt loved that it was so cliché, but with a minor twist.
"A sleigh?"
Blaine nodded. "Yep! You see that hill over there?" He pointed to a hill with a big oak tree at it's peak. Kurt nodded. "Well, when I was younger, Coop and I would take turns pushing each other and sliding down the hill on this sleigh. Christmastime was one of the few times we'd actually get along..." He looked at Kurt. "It's a little piece of my life, and I wanted to share it with you..."
Kurt smiled back and took Blaine's hand. "I love it... I love you... Now, let's go!" They ran towards the hill, hand in hand.
They'd been playing for about an hour and a half when Kurt pointed to a bigger hill. "Why don't we try that one?"
"You sure?" Kurt nodded and Blaine led them to the top of the hill.
Kurt sat at the front of the sleigh and Blaine took the back. Blaine laughed. "You ready for this?" he asked. "It could get bumpy!"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "I think I can handle it," a chuckle in his voice.
They slid down the hill, screaming with glee. When they were almost to the bottom, the sled hit a root, or some sort of debris, and sent the two boys tumbling down the hill, one on top of the other.
Blaine was pinned on top of Kurt and they were laughing hysterically. "God, that was fun!" exclaimed Kurt.
"Yeah, it was!"
Their laughing abruptly stopped as they looked into each others eyes. Both had racing hearts and shaky hands. They started leaning towards each other.
Blaine was the first to close his eyes. Just when their faces were inches apart, Kurt closed his eyes. But as soon as he did, the first image that flashed through his mind was Karofsky grabbing his face, kissing him, and then throwing him against the wall.
Kurt screamed and flailed under Blaine until he was pushed to the side. "GET AWAY FROM ME, PLEASE! STOP MAKE IT STOP!"
Blaine scrambled towards Kurt and wrapped his arms around him until he calmed down a bit. Kurt's heart was still racing, but from fear. "Oh, god, Kurt... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry I'm a fucking idiot..." Blaine was trying in vain to choke back tears. "I didn't mean to... I'm so... SO... Sorry," he whispered, tears falling down his face.
"No." said Kurt. "I'M sorry-"
"No, Kurt!" said Blaine. "Don't you dare! Don't you dare be sorry! You have nothing to be sorry for." He faced Kurt and wiped the tear tracks from his cheeks. "Just... Don't apologize for something you didn't do. I still love you, even if I never, ever get to kiss you, or anything, but hold you and be near you."
Kurt looked at Blaine and buried his face into his chest. It had become so common for him to cry into Blaine, that it was a source of comfort as well. "I love you so much... You know that, right?"
"Yeah... I do..." he said. They sat there for a hood while as Blaine stroked Kurt's hair and held him close.
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Blaine placed his car in park as they reached the Hudmel household. He got off to walk Kurt to his door, always the gentleman.
They stood there for a few minutes before Blaine turned to leave. But Kurt stopped him. "Blaine." He turned and was met with a pair of lips on his.
This time, when Kurt closed his eyes, he saw nothing but Blaine, fireworks, and nuclear explosions. His heart raced incredibly fast, not with fear, but with butterflies in his stomach. For the duration that they kissed, the rest of the world disappeared, because it didn't matter. In that moment, Karofsky was the last thing on his mind.
In that moment, neither wanted to let go.
Ever.
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A/N: ...
I'm sorry for the date being so crappy :( that's all... I don't even DESERVE an Author's Note for that shitballs date... But I managed to make myself like Santana... I'm contradicting myself! This IS an A/N! CRAP! Guh... Well... This is the last time I write at one in the AM... Maybe...
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