"Excuse me?" Dave hissed his eyes zeroing on Kurt. "AIDs…usually runs through blood doesn't it?" Dave gritted his teeth. Kurt frowned and walked out, half expecting Dave to run after him and slam his face into the wall.
But he kept walking; he didn't even hear footsteps behind him. As he turned the corner Finn ran over to him. "Dude are you okay? Did he hurt you?" he asked giving Kurt an once-over.
"I'm fine Finn" Kurt mumbled walking towards the door, "Are you sure?" he asked touching Kurt's shoulder, Kurt stopped.
"Am I bleeding?" Kurt asked looking at him with annoyance.
"Well…no" he mumbled and Kurt nodded, "Do I look like I'm about to drop over dead?" Kurt asked,
"N-no"
Kurt nodded, "See fine, now c'mon I will leave you" Kurt said and started back towards the car.
XxXxXx
"Hello Kurt" the man standing in front of him was a lot taller than his father. His hair slightly graying with a hint of the black that once dominated.
His face was kind full of creases, probably from the years of hearing about everybody else's problems.
He was dressed pretty fancy in a suit with a tie.
"My name is Andrew Courts, I will be your psychotherapist" he said and lead Kurt to a couch.
Kurt felt a small quiver in his stomach, he didn't want this to be like the movies, where the man would ask what your feelings are and make you hug crap.
"Kurt you're aware of your current condition right?" he asked and Kurt looked over at the bookcases. "Yes…I'm dying" he said and looked back to him. Kurt couldn't read his expression.
"And you're okay with that?" he asked, Kurt bit his lip. "What else can I do? There's no use in being upset because it won't change anything" the man lifted a eyebrow
"You're still allowed to be upset Kurt".
"Why? Why sit around and wonder what could have been" Kurt shrugged. "You're acting like you'll die tomorrow" he replied.
"Who knows" Kurt sighed. The man nodded and scribbled down on his notepad.
"Kurt…there's still a reason to live, it's not completely hopeless" he told him and Kurt laughed bitterly. "Why bother? We're all gonna end up in the ground…I mean seriously what's to live for? We could live the happiest life with millions of dollars then one day poof it's all gone and you're rotting six feet under, so why even bother?" Kurt explained. He realized he was being very morbid but he couldn't help it.
"It sounds like you've already given up" he said with a sad smile. Kurt blinked, he grabbed his bag and stood, "I gave up the moment that bastard laid his hands on me"
He said and walked out.
XxXxXx
"Instead of doing a boys Vs girls I want you guys to all pick a song that says something about yourself…make it emotional" Mr. Shuester said as the bell rang.
Kurt wondered as he walked to his car, he vaguely registered running footsteps behind him but didn't stop. Two hands came down on his shoulders and he screamed, trying to twist away.
"Kurt stop! It's me" Blaine yelped and jumped back before Kurt could smash his face in.
Kurt spun around, breathing heavily. "Blaine…don't do that!" Kurt said trying to calm his beating heart.
"Sorry…forgot"he said and wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulders, "So how you have been?" he asked as they walked towards Kurt's car.
Kurt nodded, "Okay".
Blaine raised an eyebrow, "Kurt you can't just be okay…I mean I stayed up for the last nights crying" Blaine shook his head.
How could he be so calm about dying?
"Why wallow in self pity" Kurt sighed, "You know what let's just stop talking about it" Kurt nodded as Blaine climbed in the passenger seat.
"Wanna go get some coffee?" Blaine suggested, Kurt smiled and nodded.
XxXxXx
"Well ello sir!" Blaine said in a fake British accent making Kurt laugh even more. He held a straw wrapper up like a fake mustache. "Stop Blaine" Kurt giggled looking around at the other people.
"Blaine? Who is this Blaine you speak of?" Blaine said repressing a laugh.
Kurt smiled and looked into Blaine's eyes; "Whoever this Blaine is is offly lucky to be hanging out with a gorgeous piece of work as yourself" he said and wiggled an eyebrow. Kurt laughed and shook his head.
"Hey" they both looked over and saw a man walking up, "Um yes?" Blaine asked crumpling up the wrapper and hiding it.
"You're the queer with the AIDs aren't you?" he said and Kurt's mouth dropped open. "Sir…" Blaine said angrily standing.
"Why don't you do us a favor and stay inside" he growled pointing to Kurt. "We don't want to be infected"
"Back off" Blaine said pushing him. "I don't like your kind, you're disgusting" he spat and walked off. Kurt sat there a moment. Blaine grabbed his arm and softly led him out.
XxXxXx
"How in fuck does everyone know?" Kurt yelled slamming the front door while Blaine followed. "What are you talking about?" Burt asked looking up from a recipe book, Carol at his side.
"Wait what?" Burt looked genuinely concerned as he looked at Blaine. "Hey why don't you ask the queer with AIDs over here" Kurt said fire in his eyes.
"Kurt you're not making any sense" Burt told him grabbing his arm. Kurt's angry face crumpled and was replaced by tears.
"How does everybody know?" Kurt cried as Burt pulled Kurt close.
"Kurt…it's a small town" Burt shook his head looking at Carole for something else to say. She shrugged and Burt placed a hand on Kurt's back.
"It's been a long day for you, c'mon you need some sleep" was all he could come up with.
XxXxXx
Kurt sat in the dark tears falling down his cheeks. Crying. He really hated doing that now, it seemed like every little thing would set him off.
The darkness in the room seemed to envelope him, he liked it, and it didn't judge him. It didn't tell him he needed to be more emotional. It didn't tell him anything.
He shivered as the memory of His touches floated through his head. His flesh rising in small goose bumps.
I won't tell…
Kurt shuddered, he should have told, and then he wouldn't be in this mess.
"Kurt?" a small voice drifted through the stillness. Blaine's figure could barely be seen, almost like he was a shadow wondering around.
Kurt smiled and didn't wipe his tears away, it's not like he could see them anyway.
The bed dipped down under his weight as he sat cross legged in front of Kurt. The moon shining in the window casting an eerie glare on his face
"You okay?" he asked touching Kurt's hand sending more shivers through the slight boy. "I'm fine" that repetitive word was fast becoming one of Blaine's most hated words.
"Kurt…no you're not please stop saying that" Blaine said his eyes glistening in the moonlight.
"Blaine I have all these feelings…if I told you it'd take all night" Kurt forced a smile.
"That's not that Kurt I know" he said and Kurt looked at him for a moment.
"Blaine you met me last month…you barely know me"
Blaine opened his mouth, and then closed it. Kurt pursed his lips, "Well the Kurt I do know would sing his feelings at least" Blaine shrugged and grabbed Kurt's guitar.
"Blaine what are you doing? We'll wake my father" Kurt hissed as he strummed it. "Your dad can deal" he smiled and sat down again.
Kurt sighed and shook his head, "There is one song…" he started and set the guitar down, "I've been practicing without instruments" he smiled.
Kurt breathed in and started.
What am I gonna do tonight
When I'm one step closer to the other side
It's easy to pretend
Tryin' hard not to fade away
But the world's got me feeling out of place
How will all this end?
It's so hard to say
Send me all your angels tonight
I'm barely hanging on the edge of lonely
Trying to turn this all around before I
Hit the ground and end up face down
Send me all your angels, now
Everyday, gotta face the fact that
I'm trying to reason with the demons on my back
And I'm hoping to hold on
Don't wanna make friend tonight
With the faces, with the faces
Not this time
When will all this end?
Just give me a sign
Send me all your angels tonight
I'm barely hanging on the edge of lonely
Trying to turn this all around before I
Hit the ground and end up face down
Send me all your angels, now
Better days are sure to come
I don't wanna come undone
So show me what I'm living for, yeah
Send me all your angels tonight
I'm barely hanging on the edge of lonely
Trying to turn this all around before I
Hit the ground and end up face down
Send me all your angels, now
What am I gonna do tonight
When I'm one step closer to the other side.
Kurt finished and opened his eyes, his chest felt like weights were lifted. "Kurt…that was so beautiful" Blaine said near speechless.
Kurt searched his eyes and fell into his arms. "Oh god Blaine I'm so scared" Kurt cried.
Blaine was surprised at first but then held him tightly. "I know shh its okay" he said trying to stop his tears.
"I don't want to die Blaine…I-I can't do that to my father I can't leave him".
Blaine rubbed his back soothingly through his hiccups and tears.
Kurt pulled back from the hug. "I'm going to lose out on everything…" Kurt said shaking his head. Blaine grabbed his chin and tilted his head up.
Kurt looked at him his eyes wide. Blaine leaned in and placed his lips on Kurt's. Kurt was shocked a moment and sat stiff.
But gave in, Blaine's lips where soft and loving, unlike those bastards. After a moment they pulled back, Kurt swallowed hard and smiled.
"Too much?" he asked and Kurt shook his head.
"Just right"
ta big thank you to all the postitive comments and people who like the story :) you will be learning more with our friend Dave Karfosky. I like adding twists and confusing my readers. And I like having Dave in my storys he's so...mysterious.
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