Chapter Ten.
Well, that was eventful, Kurt thought as he pulled his messenger bag over his shoulder and said his goodbyes to the rest of the Glee club.
"Kurt, you gonna' be back for dinner tonight?" Finn asked his step-brother as he walked beside him down the main hall of McKinley.
"No, I don't think so. I'll definitely be back by curfew, though. Can you tell my dad that, please?" Kurt replied as they walked through the front doors of the school.
Finn saw the way Kurt's eyes lit up, how they sparkled when blue found hazel. "'Course, and have fun, bro." Finn smiled earnestly at Kurt as he slapped him on the back playfully before making his way to his truck, greeting Blaine with a smile and a friendly 'hey' in passing.
"Would it be cheesy of me to say I missed you?" Blaine said as he wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and rested his head on the taller boy's shoulder.
"Yes," Kurt giggled, "but you're just one giant cheese ball – and I love that about you." Kurt then moved his head back and pressed his lips to Blaine's.
"Come on, beautiful, we've got an epic finale waiting to be watched." Blaine took his hands away from around Kurt's waist and caught his hand in his own. "Where's your helmet? And your jacket?" he asked as they started to make their way to Blaine's bike.
"Oh, shoot! I left them in my locker. I'll be back in a minute." Kurt quickly jogged back towards the school and went to his locker.
When Kurt finally returned, Blaine asked "How far away is your locker? I was about to put out a missing person's ad." Blaine laughed, and pulled his helmet on as he leant against his bike.
Kurt laughed lightly and shrugged before he put his helmet on, having already pulled on his jacket on his way through the halls of his school. He wouldn't tell Blaine, but Kurt may have heard one unhappy Azimio (whom Kurt assumed was in school late because he'd been serving a detention), shout that if his 'faggy ass screwed up their big game, he would personally screw up that faggy face of his'. Once Azimio had left, Kurt had given himself a moment to calm down before he made his way back to Blaine.
As they waited in the queue, Blaine was bouncing on the balls of his feet and saying "Oh, man, I am so hyped for this. I just wish we could have gone to the midnight screening the other night. But, oh well, it's going to be awesome and I'm gonna cry, I swear, and you'll have to hug me and comfort me while I cry over the fact that... it's over! It's the last one! MY LIFE IS OVER!" He was now clutching Kurt's shoulders as he all but cried and screamed in his face, not noticing the looks other movie-goers were giving him.
"Sheesh! Blaine, baby, stop right now before I leave. You're embarrassing yourself and me, and people are giving us weird looks. Please, just calm down and then you can cry all you want when we get back, yeah?" Kurt had put a hand on both of Blaine's cheeks and was muttering to him loudly as he tried to calm his over-excitable boyfriend who seemed to act like a four year old most of the time.
Blaine's face dropped a little as he murmured "Okay."
Taking his boyfriend's hand, Kurt said "Oh, you know I love your antics, but sometimes you just... oh, never mind, you're just excited and I shouldn't spoil it. I'm sorry." He squeezed his hand a little before smiling lightly at him. 'I love you' he mouthed to him.
The curly haired boy smiled, scrunching his nose in the way he knew Kurt found adorable, and nodded.
"Besides, it doesn't matter when we see it, so long as we actually do see it."
"I know, I just- how amazing would it have been to be one of the first to see the last?" Kurt rolled his eyes and shook his head lightly. His boyfriend really could be one of the biggest kids ever, but he loved it about him. "Kurt! Kurt! Can we get popcorn? Can we? Can we? Pleeeeeease?"
"It's a movie, Blaine, you can't watch a movie without popcorn." Kurt chuckled lightly.
"Can we get jelly beans?"
"Yes! Ooh, ooh, I call dibs on the yellow ones!"
Blaine made a face of disgust and told his boyfriend that he could have all of the yellow jelly beans in the world (so long as he could have the red ones).
When Blaine was able to pull his eyes away from the screen, he looked to see Kurt with tear-rimmed eyes. "Kurt, are you crying?" he whispered to his boyfriend.
"No. No, I've... I've, umm, got something in my eyes, that's all." Kurt lied, swiping his fingers under his eyes to rid any evidence of his crying.
"It's adorable." Blaine wiped away a tear Kurt had missed and smiled at him.
"It's just... they were in love... and just so... so close... but they weren't... they couldn't..." Kurt had to stop himself before he became too loud, and settled for resting his head on Blaine's shoulder and snuffling lightly against it.
Kurt sniffled his way through the rest of the film to the end, and then he was soon physically dragging a crying Blaine out of his chair and out of the theater.
"NO! No, it can't be over! No! Don't make me leave! If you loved me, you wouldn't make me leave! You wouldn't make me leave my childhood behind! You wouldn't! Come on! You love me, don't you? No, don't do it!" Blaine cried as Kurt pulled him towards his bike and unlocked the helmet clip, abruptly placing one over his own head before reluctantly placing the other atop his brunette locks. After Kurt had climbed onto the bike, he followed suit from Kurt and the two were soon off to Kurt's house.
"You're coming in, right?" Kurt asked after he'd climbed off of Blaine's bike. He raised an eyebrow as Blaine frowned at him, and put a hand on his hip.
"You don't love me." Blaine muttered, looking up at his boyfriend through his lashes, pulling a slight puppy dog face. He then felt Kurt slip his hands around his waist and press his lips to his own. He tried to stay strong, but Kurt's lips were too yummy and tempting, and he was soon wrapping his own arms around Kurt's neck and responding to the kiss, letting Kurt's tongue slip in to his mouth and massage his own. The two continued to kiss on Kurt's front lawn and Blaine felt himself smiling. He then felt Kurt tense up as they heard people shouting 'stupid fuckin' fags,' 'go die,' and 'no one wants you here.' He started to rub circles in to Kurt's neck as he pulled back and whispered "I love you. And, yes, I will come in."
Kurt nodded as tears gathered in his eyes, and let Blaine take his hand and lead him to the front door.
Greetings from family were ignored as the two went up the stairs and in to Kurt's room.
Blaine's heart broke at the look on Kurt's face after he'd closed the door; his face crumpled up as the tears started to slip down his cheeks and he began to shake. Blaine caught Kurt's fingers in his hand and took him to the bed, waiting for him to decide how he wanted to sit – apparently he wanted to lay down, though – and curled up in to a ball facing away from Blaine. The dark-haired boy lay on the bed beside his lover and wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling him as close to his chest as he possibly could. He then rested his head on Kurt's shoulder so it nestled in to the crook of his neck, and let himself silently cry as he whispered consoling words in his boyfriend's ear.
What were those boys doing up there? It was nine fifty on a school night. They hadn't even acknowledged his and Carole's greetings, just gone straight on up to Kurt's room, and they hadn't come out since either. He made his way up the stairs and was knocking on the door and walking in when he heard no objections. "Boys, it's past curf-" Burt stopped talking when he saw the two spooning, his son's eyes red and puffy, not unlike Blaine's. "Hey, guys, what is it? What's up?" He started, walking towards the bed and perching on the edge.
Neither boy spoke, just let their tears fall quietly. Painfully quietly. So quiet it was deafening.
Burt looked to Blaine, begging him to explain why he and his son were upset. Burt strained his ears to hear what Blaine whispered to Kurt, but couldn't hear a thing. His son's grip tightened on Blaine's hand before it loosened and he saw Blaine walking out of the room and down the hall. He followed.
Blaine was leaning against the wall, staring blankly at the one parallel to it. He exhaled before explaining to Burt reluctantly what had happened earlier that evening.
Burt bit his lips and pulled Blaine in to a hug, telling him that the guys that had said those things were just low-life scum that were confused about their own sexuality and wanted to make themselves feel better by trying to make others feel insecure about their own. His own heart thudded painfully as he heard Blaine sniff slightly and let himself cry in to his shoulder. "Son, there's always going to be people out there that are gonna' be jealous of what you and Kurt have, don't let them upset you."
Blaine looked up through tear-soaked lashes and nodded lightly. "Thank you," he whispered.
"No problem. Now, d'you wanna' go and see Kurt while go and heat up a couple plates of that lasagne Carole made?"
"I think you should talk to Kurt. I'll go do the lasagne."
Blaine walked down the stairs and in to the kitchen to see Carole sitting at the table, reading a magazine. "There's two plates in the oven. Just put it on high for about ten minutes." Carole said before she peered over the top of her magazine to see, not her husband whom she was expecting, but Blaine with a tear-stained face. She quickly put her magazine down and got up to console Blaine. She put her arms around him and pulled her against her chest, feeling him shake with a new wave of tears that he tried to hide. As the woman wondered what could be worrying her step-son's boyfriend, she rubbed her hand up and down his back in soothing circles. "Do you want to talk about it, sweetie?" Blaine shook his head quickly and mumbled something about Burt before he nestled his face deeper in to her shoulder.
When Blaine had calmed down, he looked up to Carole and said "I'm sorry, it's just... my mom... she never..." He then stopped as he felt tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.
"Sweetie, you don't have to be sorry, and you don't have to explain either," she put a hand on his cheek, "I'll always be here if you ever need a hug or someone to talk to, okay?" She smiled as Blaine nodded. "So, is there anything at all that you want to talk about? Any problems or things that are bothering you?"
Blaine once again shook his head. He didn't feel it was right to talk about his home-life with Carole. It would be rude to unload that sort of stuff on to Carole, not to mention how his parents would react to him telling other people about their personal lives. No, he would keep that to himself and tell nobody. He shook his head again as he said "Thank you," before going to turn the oven on.
Carole bit her bottom lip slightly as she sat at the table. Something was upsetting him, and it was something to do with his family, she thought, but she didn't know what, nor did she want to push him, so she left it and hoped that maybe he would tell her of his own accord one day.
"Blaine, Kurt wants to see you. You go on up, I'll watch the food, okay?" Burt said as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen. Blaine nodded and walked towards the stairs, smiling as he felt Burt pat him on the shoulder lightly. He knocked on the door lightly before walking in to Kurt's room.
When Blaine walked in to his room, the first thing Kurt noticed were the streaks left from previous crying that covered Blaine's cheeks. Without hesitation, Kurt climbed off of the bed and went to his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him against his chest.
"I'm fine," Blaine whispered, pressing a kiss to Kurt's cheek and sending him a tight-lipped smile.
"I know you; I know you're not fine. You looked after me, now let me do the same, baby."
"No. Honestly, I'm fine."
"No. No, you're not. You're not fine, nor are you good at lying." Kurt put a hand on either side of Blaine's face and brought his face up so that they were looking each other in the eye. "Baby, you don't have to always be the strong one – I know you want to be, but you can't always. Now, try looking me in the eye and telling me – truthfully – that you're fine. Please."
Blaine felt his knees go weak. He so desperately wanted to lie to Kurt and tell him that he was fine, just so he didn't have to worry. Never did he want to worry Kurt, not over something so silly as his getting upset. No, he just wanted Kurt to be happy, not spending his time worrying over him. Looking Kurt directly in the eye, Blaine felt his bottom lip start to tremble ad tears gathered. A shake of the head, and then he felt Kurt pull him against his chest again. And there was where Blaine stayed until the next morning, both of them falling to sleep on Kurt's bed.
The next morning, Blaine woke up early and turned in his boyfriend's arms, placing a light kiss on Kurt's pulse point, causing him to stir but not wake. Upon seeing the serenity that Kurt got from his sleep, Blaine dropped one small kiss on Kurt's cheek and managed to remove himself from Kurt's arms without waking him. After quickly using the bathroom, Blaine found a piece of paper and a pen on Kurt's desk and wrote his boyfriend a note:
'Fell asleep last night. Oopsies :P. Left early so I could get to Dalton on time to shower and change. You'll ask why I didn't wake you – I guarantee it ;) - so I'll tell you now: you looked so beautiful and peaceful that I didn't want to wake you. Sorry I'm not sorry about it ;3.
Enjoy your sleep, my angel, I'll call you tonight. Have a good day.
Love you,
B, X.'
On route to Dalton, Blaine thought as he was on his bike, processed the things Kurt had said the night before: could he not always be the strong one? Surely he could, surely. He had tried his best to do so so far and not done too shoddily at it. Sure, his room may have endured a few bombings at times in which Blaine had let all of his emotions out through anger (though, truth be told, it didn't really work; he thought it did – told himself repeatedly – but it only got out his anger, it didn't help him sort out the rest of his emotions and worries), and trashed his room to the point of wondering if he should get tornado insurance and claim on it each time he destroyed his room.
By the time he was unlocking his dorm door and walking in, it was just coming up to seven forty five, and Wes would be waking up any time soon. He quickly went in to the bathroom and showered, taking his time as he circled on his thoughts several times, climbing out when Wes hammed on the door and called in "Blaine, it's eight twenty five, get your God damned hobbit ass out of the shower so I can have one, I don't wanna' be late!" He'd laughed lightly at this but hurried in getting out and wrapping a towel around his waist nonetheless. He grinned at the daggers Wes shot him as he exited the bathroom. Blaine then proceeded to dry and get in to his uniform before gelling his hair in to its usual place.
By the end of the day, Blaine had come to the conclusion that he did have to be the strong one – always. Kurt had had to be strong for far too long with nobody to take some of the load, nobody to comfort him when it became too much, just himself. And when he had finally broken and told somebody, it had resulted in him having to leave his family and friends, having to leave everything he knew to feel safe and cared about. Blaine wouldn't let that happen again, he wouldn't let Kurt feel that alone and defenseless again, he would make sure that Kurt knew how loved and cared for he was – how much he always would be.