Terribly sorry if this is going too fast? Also, I'm sorry my updates have gone from every other day to Sunday's and Wednesday's. At least I'm posting! I might make that my usual schedule from now on. Also... got finals coming up, so I MIGHT be slower. But I'll do my best! I actually LOVED writing this chapter. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it :) Please leave suggestions in the comments below!
also: I told myself I was going to put more Furt moments in this chapter and also some Burt and Kurt stuff, but with what's happening NOW I'm pushing it back to the next chapter or the one after. I can't just randomly change plans xD If you read all of this long authors note, thank you. Now enjoy!
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Burt and Carole had just recently announced the news to Kurt and Finn that they were getting married. While Finn still seemed iffy about the whole idea, Kurt knew he was trying his best to make a better impression on Burt, especially after the words that had resulted in Finn getting kicked out.
"Hey, man, I've been thinking a lot about this wedding coming up, and I really wanna make a good impression on your dad, you know?" Finn said as he approached Kurt at his locker, fiddling with his hands.
Kurt glanced up, smiling excitedly, "You could do the traditional mother and son dance! Basically everyone is going to expect it anyways."
"You think I'm going to get up there and dance? Kurt, everyone know I'm not a good dancer.." Finn shifted nervously, and Kurt gave him a reassuring smile.
"Trust me, you'll do great. Besides, I can teach you and my dad after school sometime next week. Sound good?"
"Yeah.. sure, dude. Thanks." Finn said before walking away, Kurt gently closing his locker and turning to his next class. He was still on edge after Karofsky's threat, and Kurt felt terrified just walking through the school. The thought of telling someone had definitely crossed this teenagers mind, but Kurt never followed through.
His mind drifted to Blaine as Kurt walked down the hallway, and he could hear the younger boy's voice echo in his ears. "Courage..."
Kurt smiled, adjusting his messenger bag as he walked down the hallway with a sudden confidence about him. Just the thought of Blaine seemed to put his mind at ease.
"Remember what I said, Hummel..." Dave spoke gruffly as he shoulder checked Kurt, sending chills down his spine. In that moment all courage left his body and Kurt felt his walls breaking, lip quivering, frozen in place. He constantly tried keeping things together, but now it was starting to just not work.
"Kurt, you alright?" Mr. Schue approached Kurt, looking worried, to which Kurt just shook his head slowly.
"No..." He croaked. "I'm not."
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"I'm sorry, there's just nothing I or the school board can legally do. Unless Lady here is being physically harmed or threatened, we can't take any action." Sue sat across from Will and Kurt with her legs crossed, watching them carefully. "Now if there's something you need to add to the situation, if he's harmed you in any way, we might be able to do something about it."
"No..." Kurt said quietly, head resting against his hand, eyes glancing down to his jeans. "I don't feel safe in this school anymore, why can't they try doing something?" Mr. Schue looked worriedly at Kurt, and his stomach turned. Kurt hated that look.
"Yeah, Sue, can't you do anything?"
"For now, I can step down as Principal so I can be in the halls to keep an eye on Lady. Nobody is going to harm Kurt in this school without me knowing about it. And Lady, you can come to any of the faculty about a problem."
Kurt and Will both stood, Kurt feeling more dejected than when he first walked into Sue's office. There was nothing they could do about it. Kurt remembered his conversation with Blaine the day they'd first met. "it's like... hey, if you're gay, you're life's just gonna be miserable. Sorry. Nothing we can do about it."
And Kurt realized; Blaine's right. Nobody really cared about what was happening. This was sadly normal, and Kurt just had to deal with it. But how could he with the threat on his life?
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The next day, Kurt met Blaine for coffee. Tomorrow, they would have to perform their version of Come What May to the glee club, and Kurt was feeling too on edge to even worry about it now. He had a million other thoughts occupying his mind, clouding his judgement and keeping him silent.
"Is everything alright, Kurt?" Blaine asked with worry seeping into his tone. The other boy had noticed something just a little off about Kurt since the moment they had arrived at The Lima Bean, and he felt the urge to bring it up. "You aren't yourself lately. Ever since I asked you about school..." Blaine trailed off.
"Really, I'm fine, Blaine." Kurt hummed quietly, picking at the lid of his coffee cup. His eyes seemed glued to the table, glazed over and unfocused. Kurt's response seemed almost animated, rehearsed. Like he'd been waiting for Blaine to ask that.
Blaine wasn't convinced. "Kurt, I know it's not my issue.. and I know it's not my place, but I'm worried. What happened?"
"Karofsky." The word left Kurt's mouth before he had a chance to stop it, and his face burned at how weak his voice sounded.
"He did something." Was all Blaine said, watching the pale boy across from him intently. "Did he hurt you?"
"I mean.." Kurt trailed off, "Yeah. He always does. But this time..." His breath caught in his throat. "He threatened to kill me, Blaine." Kurt closed his eyes, waiting for Blaine's response but scared to see his reaction.
"He..." Blaine stopped, and Kurt opened his eyes to see Blaine's face a light crimson. "He what?"
All of a sudden - and without warning, Blaine reached across the table to grasp Kurt's hand. It wasn't until that moment that Kurt realized his hands were trembling, and Blaine's protective grip helped calm the tremors.
Blaine didn't care that he had nearly spilt over his coffee, only cared that Kurt needed him - needed someone - and right now Blaine had to be that someone. "Kurt, have you told anyone?" He asked after a minute.
He shook his head, "No." A wave of guilt and shame swept over him at Blaine's pursed lips, but he relaxed when he saw the immense care and love reflecting in Blaine's eyes.
"I can help you. We can tell someone together. Kurt, your father has to know. The school has to know."
"I know..." Kurt whispered, his grip on Blaine's hand tight. "I know, Blaine... thank you." He said, so soft, yet Blaine understood.
"Yes, Kurt. Of course. Hey.. you think we can do that song tomorrow unrehearsed?" Blaine watched Kurt quizzically, eyebrow raised.
"Why would we not rehearse?" Kurt looked puzzled, Heart fluttering in his chest.
"Because. I want to take you somewhere." Blaine hummed, already standing up and grabbing his coat from the back of his chair.
"Oh? Where to, exactly?"
At that, Blaine grinned. "It's a surprise."
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After twenty minutes of driving, Kurt and Blaine arrived at...
"Blaine, tell me why we are in the middle of nowhere." Kurt said as he looked around. The road stretched for miles, and endless fields of grass surrounded them.
Before Blaine answered, he was pulled onto the side of the road and opening Kurt's door. "Here, take my hand." He said softly, and Kurt grasped Blaine's hand and trusted the younger boy to guide him across the fields.
As cliche as it was, the wind blew the grass as they walked and it tickled Kurt's ankles, but he didn't care. He continued to hold onto Blaine's hand, letting him guide, a smile spread across his face. Eventually, Blaine stopped far from the highway, pulling Kurt to sit underneath a willow tree, hidden away from the world. The leaves dipped down, almost touching the ground, and the two boys were surrounded by darkness, light peaking in.
It was perfect. Beautiful. When Blaine sat against the large trunk of the tree and pulled Kurt flush against him, he didn't move. Kurt's shoulders relaxed of all tension, and his body fit perfectly against Blaine's as they sat quietly under the shade of the tree. The leaves around them swayed with the breeze that crept inside their little hiding place, brushing over Kurt's hair.
"I come here to think a lot." Blaine blurted, but not loudly. His voice was tranquil, and Kurt sighed pleasantly, nestling closer to Blaine. Somehow here, in Blaine's arms, Kurt felt safe. Relieved of all worries.
"It's nice," Kurt finally whispered. "I can see why. How did you find it?"
"I was on my way home one day," Blaine started. "I've always been worried with the thought of going home. I could feel the anxiety of it all, and it got so bad I had to pull over and catch my breath. I started walking and eventually... found this willow." He smiled sadly. "I feel safe in here."
Kurt hummed, "Me, too." He sat up, turning to face Blaine. "And maybe it's not just the tree. You.. make me feel so safe, Blaine. Every time I'm with you, I feel like I don't have to worry anymore."
At that, Blaine's smile broadened. "You really feel that way?"
"I do." Kurt confirmed, a thought drifting into his mind. And suddenly Blaine was wrapped up in Kurt's arms and they were kissing, so slow and so gentle that Kurt nearly melted. He loved the curve of Blaine's lips against his and how well they seemed to fit together.
Blaine was cradling Kurt's head in his hands, leaning forward and moving his head to the side to deepen the kiss. A soft sigh escaped from Kurt's mouth, and Blaine's lips tilted up in a smile. Is this what love felt like?
Kurt laughed softly, resting his forehead against Blaine's as the tree leaves danced around them. Suddenly, his lips curved into a frown and Blaine rested a hand against the side of his neck, thumb brushing skin. "What's wrong?"
Kurt shook his head, "You take my breath away." He murmured. "I just wish my first kiss had been with you. It's stupid of me to bring up."
"No, no.." Blaine inched closer, continuing to rub soothing circles against Kurt's skin. "It's not. Kurt, that didn't count. It wasn't the true definition of a kiss. A kiss to me is a sign of love, of- of affection." He smiled, pecking Kurt's lips softly. "And I absolutely adore you, Kurt Hummel."
"You do now?" Kurt raised an eyebrow, pulling away teasingly. "Prove it."
"Haven't I proven myself enough?" Blaine grinned, leaning forward. He sat with his knees tucked under his thighs, feet behind his bottom. Blaine's hands reached out, splaying across the grass as he leaned towards Kurt curiously.
Kurt just grinned. "Kiss me again."
And he did.
Blaine gently pressed Kurt against the trunk of the tree, hand sliding up his neck, fingers resting just at the bottom of his head, pulling his lips toward him. Their mouths slid over one another's, slowly and lovingly, Kurt's hands wrapped loosely around Blaine's neck.
It wasn't a desperate kiss. There was no sexual desire. Simply affection, adoration, love pumping through their blood and causing their hearts to beat as one, as if they were sealing a deal between themselves.
"Kurt Hummel," Blaine whispered softly. "Will you perhaps... do me a favor?"
Kurt hummed, fingertips curling, grazing the other's neck. "Hm?"
"Will you be mine?"
Kurt's eyes widened, and for a moment the two were just watching each other. Was Blaine asking what Kurt really thought he was?
Kurt was going head-first, and he wasn't about to allow himself to lose something that meant so much to him. "Of course I will, Blaine."
For the rest of that evening, Kurt and Blaine sat curled against each other under the shade of the willow tree, sharing stories and interesting facts. As the sun began to set, the only sound around them was the soft wind, steady beat of their hearts and the faint whispers of their breath as they slowly fell asleep in each other's arms.