I am honestly overwhelmed by all the reviews and favourites for this story. I was a little afraid to post it because I don't do angst very well but I am enjoying it. If you haven't reviewed yet please do so. I don't own Glee.
"That was a great night." Burt moved from his recliner.
"Mmm. It was good." Kurt wriggled in his seat.
"Well I 'm off to bed. Night boys."
Both teens turned to Burt and said goodnight.
Kurt turned to Blaine "Sleepover?" Kurt stood and took Blaine's hand leading him to his room.
"Does your Dad know about us?" Blaine asked as he crossed the threshold of Kurt's room.
"I told him in the car. He was surprisingly okay with it."
"Huh" Blaine rummaged through his back pack for his phone charger "I was totally expecting the whole protective speech."
"It'll come" Kurt promised.
Blaine looked over at Kurt a slight look of worry on his face before he plugged his phone into the nearest socket. "I'm going to have a shower. Do you have anything that I can wear?"
"Oh, yeah I do." Kurt opened his second drawer and grabbed a white singlet. From his third drawer he found some blue sweatpants.
"You own sweatpants?"
"Depends on who's asking."
Blaine chuckled as he moved into the bathroom. As the door clicked closed a huge grin formed on Kurt's face. I have a boyfriend and he's caring, he can sing, he's gorgeous, considerate and not imaginary. Kurt started giggling and jumping up and down on the spot while clapping his hands. Calm down Kurt he stopped jumping and moved his hands through his hair. Blaine doesn't want to date a giddy school girl. Kurt took a few deep breaths trying to calm himself. Screw it! Once again Kurt began giggling and jumping. Bouncing over to his docking station he chose 'I believe in a thing called love' by The Darkness and turned it up. He began to jump and shimmy around the room. Squeals of delight were added to his current vocal repertoire. Kurt found that he was laughing like a maniac. If anyone walked in right now he would probably be dragged away by men in white coats.
Kurt jumped on his bed and bounced while shouting
I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour everyday
You've got me in a spin but everything is A-Okay!
The hot water of the shower hit Blaine's aching muscles. It had been a long, stressful day but he had gotten Kurt out of it so he considered it a great day. Blaine wanted to beat the shit out of that sick son of a bitch for hurting Kurt, that and cry. How could someone do something like that to anyone? But to Kurt? Kurt one of the most amazing people he'd ever met. Blaine was pulled out of his negative space when he heard music seeping through the walls. Is that The Darkness? Blaine bopped his head along to the music. Scanning Kurt's varied selection of body washes before selecting a coconut one.
At the end of the song Kurt found he was a little tired. Evidently jumping up and down on your bed and shouting the words to a song by The Darkness was draining. Sauntering over to his I pod he turned it down and began cleaning up his room, not that it really needed cleaning. Two and a half songs later Blaine emerged from the bathroom.
"That is the best shower ever!" Blaine commented as he ran the towel through his hair.
"Oh I know." Kurt placed Chicago back on the shelf, turn off his I pod and scanned the room.
"You look exhausted Kurt."
"Mmm I am."
Blaine walked over to the sofa and began to make is bed.
"What are you doing?" Kurt frowned at his boyfriend.
"Making my bed silly."
The next few minutes were spent preparing for bed. Kurt took all of his extra throw cushions and placed them on floor, usually they would be placed on the sofa but that was soon to be occupied by his gorgeous boyfriend. Once his bed was turned down and he had changed into his silk pajamas Kurt made his way to his dressing table to start his moisturizing routine. Blaine moved to sit on Kurt's bed making sure that he could see is boyfriend on the mirror.
"Carole's lovely." Blaine smiled into the mirror.
"She's great. She is good for my Dad" Kurt dotted his face with moisturizer "and it's nice to have a mother figure."
"Do you think they will get married?" Blaine watched Kurt in fascination.
"I hope so." Kurt caught Blaine's eyes in the mirror "I really want my Dad to be happy." Kurt returned to his routine "he hasn't been since my Mum died."
"Oh Kurt, I'm sorry."
"It's okay I was only little."
"What's Finn like?"
Kurt chuckled to himself "Finn means well" Kurt grabbed another bottle "but sometimes… sometimes he gets it wrong. Like really wrong, he's a good guy. I can't believe that I used to have a crush on him."
Blaine's eyebrows shot up.
"He was the first guy outside of Glee, who was nice to me, then he joined Glee and I kind fell for him."
"When was this?" Come on Blaine you can't seriously be jealous? He thought to himself.
"Oh it was a long time ago." Kurt scanned his face once more in the mirror before smiling and turning to Blaine.
"Did you" Blaine inspected his fingernails "did you like him more then you like me?"
Blaine felt the bed dip next to him. Moments later he saw a delicate alabaster hand grip his. "Blaine. What I felt for Finn was because I was lonely, I grasped on to the first person who showed me any kindness. What I feel for you is different. It's because you're amazing and funny and caring and you get me. My own Dad doesn't even get me sometimes." Kurt took a deep breath "I really like you Blaine."
"I really like you too" Blaine pecked Kurt on the lips. "Oh I need you cell phone number." Blaine scrambled over to his phone, inputted Kurt's number and sent him a text that read
Why hello there Kurt –this is your boyfriend, you look lovely today.
Kurt snorted at the text and saved Blaine's number.
"Bed time?" Blaine headed to the sofa.
Kurt bustled around before finally turning off the light. "G'night Blaine."
Blaine's reply wafted through the darkness "Night Kurt."
The room was silent except for the rustling of Kurt's bed sheets. "Blaine?"
"Yes Kurt."
"What's Dalton like?"
Blaine took a minute to answer "Amazing. The classes are really challenging and there are a ton of extracurricular activities. It's like a sanctuary; well at least it was for me when I first got there. It has zero tolerance for harassment. That's why I went there. I honestly love it there. It's not cheap though."
"Hmm, sounds wonderful. I wish I could go there."
"You can Kurt."
Kurt sighed "it's too expensive."
"They have scholarships."
Kurt's interest was peaked "what kind of scholarships?"
"Lots; Music, Science, Languages, Hardship."
"Huh! Might have to check that out."
Blaine smiled in excitement "you want to come to Dalton?"
"I just don't want to be at McKinley anymore." Kurt mumbled into the darkness.
"Don't worry, we'll figure something out." Blaine attempted to stifle a yawn.
"We should get some sleep."
Silence once again fell on the room and within ten minutes both teens were asleep.
Kurt woke up with a pain stabbing into his brain. "Perfect" he mumbled. Glancing at his alarm clock he groaned 2.17am. Knowing that he had no chance of falling back asleep with this headache he headed to the bathroom to grab some ibuprofen. Fumbling for the light Kurt quickly closed the door, not wanting to wake Blaine. He scanned his medicine cabinet and swore; it was painkiller free; not even a kiddy aspirin in sight. Turning off the light Kurt tiptoed out the door. He knew there was some ibuprofen on top of the refrigerator. The house was dark, lit only by the moonlight coming through the windows. Kurt noted that Finn and dropped his jacket and shoes randomly by the stairs. Note to self yell and Finn later. Flicking on the kitchen light Kurt padded over to the ibuprofen "sweet, sweet medicine" he mumbled then laughed at his sleep induced ramblings. On his way to the sink he grabbed a glass. While filling it up he caught his reflection in the mirror, his hair was all over the place. He cringed slightly before wrinkling his nose. Glass rinsed he made his way back to his bedroom. Just as his foot hit the first step he heard a creaking floorboard.
"Hello Hummel."
Kurt turned around slowly "Karofsky," he gasped "what are you doing here?"
Gah what have I done? *covers face with hands and shakes head vigorously* I just have to reply to a review I got from . I agree with you. There are so many different facets to assault of any kind, so many different ways I could have taken Kurt's reaction. I know that Kurt's reaction as cliché and for that I am sorry. I loved your review; so thanks, Okay onwards and upwards?