Episode 11: Night of Neglect
Kurt and Blaine were in Blaine's room, Blaine lying on his back while Kurt was sprawled across his chest, picking at a thread on Blaine's blazer absentmindedly while staring lovingly into his boyfriend's face.
Suddenly, Kurt's phone blasted 'Hell to the No' from the desk and he hurried to pick it up.
"Hello?" Blaine had already got up into a sitting position, looking at Kurt intently.
"Kurt? Is that you? It's me, Mr. Schuster!"
"Yeah, I know, Mr. Schue, caller I.D…" but Kurt barely finished his sentence.
"Kurt, I'm sorry that I'm interrupting but we need your help. If you could please come to McKinley next Tuesday, it would mean the world to us. You can bring Blaine if you want."
Kurt's face twisted in confusion. "Why next Tuesday?"
Blaine looked at his boyfriend's face as understanding slowly dawned upon his delicate features and then said, "Sure thing, you can count on us."
Kurt threw the phone back on the table and looked at Blaine with excitement.
"Am I missing something?" Blaine asked, still confused.
"That was Mr. Schue, he invited us to support New Directions next week in a fundraiser event."
Blaine looked at the excitement on Kurt's face and smiled gently, hugging him. "You really miss them, don't you?"
"Some more than others," Kurt smiled mischievously. "I honestly don't think I can forgive Rachel for sucking your face and asking you out."
Blaine smiled at him affectionately, and turned slightly so he was facing Kurt, and held his face in his hands.
Kurt looked at him, still not quite able to comprehend how this amazing person was actually his and how he felt the same way as he did about him. Just then, Blaine pulled Kurt's face to his and their lips touched.
At first, it was a light peck, not more than a whisper of their lips. But then, Kurt let out a low moan of pleasure, moving his hands up to Blaine's hair and tugged just slightly. Blaine moaned in return, and opened his mouth only slightly, allowing his tongue to slowly caress Kurt's lower lip. The younger boy opened his mouth, letting Blaine's tongue inside. The older boy leaned in, causing Kurt to lie down on his bed while he was lying on top. Kurt's breath quickened slightly as he realized what was happening, and he grasped at Blaine's waist, pulling it against his own. He could feel Blaine's lips moving downwards towards his neck and his hands began tugging at his shirt.
Kurt sat bolt upright, sending Blaine to the other side of the bed, nearly knocking his back against the edge of the desk.
"Kurt? Is everything ok?" Blaine was staring at him, confused.
Kurt's arms were wrapped around his own torso, defensive. "I… I don't think I'm ready, Blaine. Please don't hate me."
Blaine's eyes softened at this, and he moved closer to place his arms around Kurt's slender shoulders. "Would you please explain me why am I supposed to hate you? I don't see anything wrong with you wanting to wait. It's fine."
Kurt smiled and leaned his head against Blaine's shoulder, sighing, not quite sure what to say, but grateful to Blaine.
Kurt was tugging Blaine along the McKinley High School halls, looking like a five-year-old who has just been let into Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. He was showing Blaine around his old school as they were heading towards the auditorium for the Night of Neglect.
"There's the Choir room," he said excitedly, pointing at a room to his right.
Blaine peeked and smiled, "A little small, don't you think?"
Kurt just shrugged and dragged Blaine along, pointing here and there to random classrooms just as Brittany rolled Artie past them.
"Hey guys, what are you doing out here? You'd better get in the auditorium, the show's about to start?" cried the perky, blonde ex-cheerleader.
"It's gonna be a full house, y'all! You'd better get there early to get a good seat!" chirped in Artie, looking absolutely pumped.
"We'll be there in a minute, I'm just showing Blaine around," Kurt said, smiling from ear to ear.
"Thanks for coming and supporting us, guys, it's really cool."
And with that, the pair disappeared down the hall.
Just then, a familiar voice from behind made the two remaining boys jump.
"What the hell are you two doing here?"
Kurt and Blaine turned around to see David Korofsky staring at them, face averted in disgust, but there was something in his eyes that betrayed something different.
"We're here for the benefit, don't tell me you're going."
"I wouldn't be caught dead. I was just pumping some irons in the gym when some guy told me you were spraying your fairy dust all over the place."
"Would you just give it up?"
The two boys looked at Blaine, Kurt raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow and Korofsky looking down his nose, sneering, but also somewhat terrified. Neither of them saw another person coming up from behind Kurt and Blaine.
Blaine continued, unabashed. "You can live whatever lie you want, but don't pretend that the three of us don't really know what's going on here."
"You don't know squat, puck boy!"
And without a warning, Blaine's hands jumped out of his pockets, shoving Korofsky backwards, so fast that the bigger boy was too surprised to respond immediately, but just as he and Blaine were about to start a fight, a smaller, slender female figure stepped in, yelling, "Stop!"
Santana was standing between the two sides – Korofsky on the one hand, Blaine and Kurt on the other.
"You're really brave when it comes to your fist, but you're a coward when it comes to the truth," Kurt spat at him.
Korofsky looked at him in horror while Santana looked from one boy to the other in confusion.
"Truth about what?"
"None of your business, Jay-Lo," Korofsky told her with contempt.
Santana raised an eyebrow at him, remembering perfectly well that cherry-flavored slushy hitting her, before she opened her mouth to answer the McKinley High School Footballer. "First of all, everything you do became my business since you decided to toss that slushy up in my grill."
Kurt stared at Korofsky with disgust.
Korofsky just sneered at the three of them. "I think I can take a couple of queers and a girl."
Santana laughed bitterly. "Okay, see, here's what's going to go down? Two choices. You stay here, and I crack one of your nuts, right or left – that's your
choice –" at this, Blaine looked at Kurt, not sure whether Santana was joking or actually serious "or you walk away and live to be a douchebag another day. Oh, and also, I have razorblades hidden in my hair that just grew up, a whole ton up there."
Korofsky looked at the two boys behind Santana, not sure whether to take her words seriously and make a run for it or just stay there and deal with her crazy-talk. Finally, it seemed as though he had given up and walked away, leaving the three of them standing in the hall.
"We could have handled that," Blaine said, pretending to be tough in front of Kurt.
"It was more fun doing it together," Santana smirked at him. Just then, there was a buzzing noise, and Santana pulled her phone out of her hair, she looked at it, mumbled, "Oh crap" and went racing down the hall in the opposite direction.
Kurt looked at Blaine, who was still standing shocked.
"Is everything ok?" he asked, not quite sure what was going on.
"Did Santana just stand up for us? Did we just get the help of a girl?" Blaine stuttered.
Kurt chuckled, "I guess you still have to get to know Santana, huh? Come on, we're gonna miss the show."
And with that, he grabbed his boyfriend's hand and the two of them ran to the auditorium.
They just took their seats as the rest of the audience came in, Kurt stifled a gasp. It was Sandy Ryerson, the closeted homosexual ex-teacher that used to coach Glee club before Will; Azimio, who was Korofsky's best friend, but had no idea what was really going on there; Jacob Ben-Israel, who offended them at the Championship Game and still maintained that hateful blog about New Directions, and to top it off – Becky Johnson, Sue Sylvester's right hand and, oddly enough, one of the Cheerios.
The first performer was Tina. She was singing I Follow Rivers by Lykke Li, she was rather good, but then the rest of the audience began yelling offensive remarks at her.
"You suck!" Cried Becky.
"Where's Rachel Berry?" was the response she got from Jacob.
"Show tunes! Show tunes! Show tunes!" was all that Mr. Ryerson had to add.
They continued to shout insults at poor Tina, and all that Blaine and Kurt could do was watch in horror. Kurt held Blaine's arm, seeing that he was literally shaking with rage.
At one point, the insults were so bad that Tina simply stopped singing and ran off the stage, leaving the band standing aimlessly on stage and the rest of the audience, excluding Kurt and Blaine, laughing uncontrollably at the sight of the fleeing Tina.
Blaine looked at Kurt, a thin stream of water lining his eyes.
"How can these guys be so awful? She was wonderful."
Kurt was shocked at Blaine's reaction and just patted his arm gingerly, "You get used to it, they're usually like this. I guess Tina had it bad just because it's her first solo in front of an audience."
Just then they saw Quinn going back and forth between the audiences, handing out Taffy boxes while promoting herself for Prom Queen. She left just as Sam came on stage and walked over to the microphone, claiming: "And now, give it up for Mike Chang as he busts a move to Jack Johnson's 'Bubble Toes'."
The lights went out and the music began, slowly a single spotlight came on, featuring Mike's slender figure moving in incredible angles that are quite humanly impossible. Kurt saw Blaine's jaw dropping in awe but then his brow furrowed as he looked down. Kurt's eyes followed his boyfriend's gaze to see that the 'hecklers' club were still insulting Mike, this time a little less obviously of course, but there were still some insulting gestures.
When the song ended and Mike became still once more, the two got up to their feet, clapping, cheering and cat-calling at Mike, who ran off the stage, looking absolutely thrilled with his performance.
Then it was time for the intermission, and Miss Holiday appeared at the door, calling the Heckling Club as Mr. Ryerson went to the bathroom. Kurt and Blaine went out to get refreshments.
When they got back, they saw that only Mr. Ryerson was left in the audience, yelling at the empty stage, "Well, get on with it! Come on!"
Kurt sensed that Blaine had tensed up at his side, and as they passed Mr. Ryerson to get to their seats, Blaine threw at him a disgusted look.
"You're a really mean person, you know that?" he spat at the ex-teacher.
"You sound like my well-paid therapist!" Sandy retorted.
Blaine was about to answer back, but Kurt tugged on his sleeve with a begging face.
"Please, don't! We don't need any more drama when he's around."
Just then, Mr. Schuster and a handful of the New Directions came in, some of them waving to Blaine and Kurt, the others just sending furtive looks at Sandy and settle down in their seats just as the curtains rose again to reveal Holly Holiday standing on stage, in a stunning dress, on an elevated platform and in front of a microphone.
Kurt felt Blaine trembling at his side, and, making certain that the song wasn't something he couldn't live without (Turning Tables by Adele – meh, not the best choice), he turned to face Blaine full in the face.
"What's going on?"
Blaine took in a deep breath. "I didn't realize how bad the bullying was here, especially towards the glee club," he looked at Kurt.
Kurt gasped as he saw water brimming on the edge of those hazel eyes he loved so much, and gently moved to wipe them away, kissing the spots on Blaine's face where they have already managed to trickle down his cheeks. "You get used to it after a while, but this," he shook his head. "This has Sue written all over it, and it's a little over the top."
Blaine took hold of Kurt's hands, causing him to raise a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
"I don't get it," Blaine began, his voice thick, "You want to come back yet you are scared by what's going on here?"
"I…" Kurt tried to phrase what he was feeling at that moment, "don't you want me to go back? You seemed to really encourage it when you saw I missed the guys."
Blaine sighed. "Of course I want you to be happy, but think for a moment about me. Think about the Warblers and how I will feel once you've transferred back, and all I get to see of you is on the weekends and after school."
Kurt looked at Blaine, not quite able to believe that he was hearing what his boyfriend was telling him.
"Kurt," Blaine closed his eyes for a moment, the hazel shutting down and then reappearing again, "I know I'm being selfish, and I want you to be happy. But I don't think that I could quite manage living in Dalton if you go away. Not with how I feel about you. I cannot live without you, Kurt, if you're transferring, I'm going with you."
Kurt's breath hitched just as Mercedes went up on stage, the rest of the New Directions filing into the auditorium and taking seats below them, either unaware of the heated conversation the two were having or choosing to ignore them.
Kurt had to turn his attention to the stage now, he couldn't cope with the intensity he knew that had dominated those hazel eyes that he loved so much.
Blaine heard the intake of breath that came from the boy that he loved, who sat beside him. He knew that he had reached uncharted waters. He knew that Kurt was not expecting him to take their relationship so far, so soon, and while Mercedes' voice filled the hall with Adele's Ain't No Way, he was pondering what had just escaped his lips.
He had meant every word; he could not live without Kurt by his side constantly. Sure, back at Dalton, they lived in separate rooms, but they might as well have been roommates with the amount of time they spent together. He peeked at Kurt, and saw that his eyes were moist and that a million emotions were playing on his face while he was staring at his best friend's performance.
When Mercedes finished her song, the two of them rose with the rest of the audience, clapping enthusiastically.
Kurt turned to Blaine and looked into his eyes, "I am transferring to McKinley next week," he said, willing his boyfriend to understand what he was saying.
Blaine searched in the two sapphire eyes that were staring intently at him, and sighed, "Well, I guess I'd better talk with my parents then, McKinley, watch out for Klaine."
Kurt's smile was infectious as he leaped once in the air and hugged Blaine tightly.