11. My Little Hobbit

I opened my eyes, slowly. I was on Blaine's bed, I knew it instantly. I turned my head a little bit, and discovered that Blaine was lying next to me, his eyes closed. I realized my shoes and my jacket were gone.

"Blaine?"

He jumped, his eyes flying open. I pulled myself up so I was siting, cross legged, as he spoke. "You really need to stop doing that. The fainting stuff? It's getting kind of annoying."

"I like it." I blurted before I could think about my words. I snapped a hand over my mouth and looked away.

"What?"

I didn't look up, my cheeks going red.

"Kurt, what do you mean?" he asked.

I just shook my head.

"Have you been going to the 'future'?" He did air quotes.

I looked down, only confirming what he asked.

"Kurt, you can't believe that stuff. You're probably just dreaming, what you're saying isn't possible."

"But what if I want it to be possible?" I sniffled, looking up, tears in my eyes. It sounded like he was saying we would never be together.

"Are you crying?!" he said, appalled.

"No," I said, wiping off my face.

"Kurt, tell me what's wrong. Why? Why is this making you sad?" he scooted closer, putting his hands on my shoulders.

"I-I..." I looked at him, and our eyes locked.

I hadn't even noticed that we both had started to lean in until Blaine pulled back and dropped his eyes. "You didn't answer my question." he mumbled.

Tell him! Something in mind screamed, and something else screamed, don't! My hands dropped from his shoulders into my lap. My mind went with the more sane option.

"It's nothing."

"Kurt, I know that it's not. I KNOW you. I care about you. I know that it's NOT nothing. So tell me."

I looked up, into his eyes, which were searching mine. I took a deep breath. "Blaine..."

His eyes continued to search mine, like he could sense what I was going to say before I said it.

"I like having these d-dreams, because... B-because in them," I swallowed, my voice dropping to a whisper and I dropped my eyes. "You and I are together."

I was deathly afraid, afraid of what he would think, what he would say, or what he would do.

There was a long silence and I ducked my face.

"Kurt..." he murmured, his voice cracking a bit. I looked up, meeting his eyes. Did I... did I see hope in his beautiful hazel eyes? "Do you really mean it?" he asked me, his eyes staring intensely into mine.

I nodded, swallowing. Did that mean he-

Before I could even finish the thought, he gasped, "Oh, Kurt!" and he tackled me onto my back, hugging me tight. I was surprised, and I couldn't breathe, due to the fact that he was lying on my chest. He pulled me around, sitting up again, so now he was on the other side of me, his legs spread out on either side of me and I was on my knees. He looked into my eyes, a huge grin on his face, tears in his eyes, and his hands on either side of my face as he whispered, "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to say that."

I laughed once, just a breath, no sound to it, a smile spreading across my face. He... He liked me too? He felt the same way?

His grin impossibly got bigger, and he pulled me close and hugged me again. I moved and he helped until I was sitting comfortably on his lap, our arms wrapped around each other. "Thank you so much, Kurt. For having the courage to say it, because I didn't. I never could have done what you did, I never could have said the words," he laughed a bit, sniffing. I think he was crying.

"Are you crying?" I asked him, stroking his back.

He nodded against my shoulder, where he tucked his face. "I'm just so happy," he sniffed again.

I tucked my face into his neck, smiling.

We sat there for a long time, and I was completely comfortable.

"Kurt?" he finally broke the silence, and I was a bit disappointed, but not really.

"Will you..." he pulled away so he could look into my eyes. "Will you be..." he swallowed. "Be my boyfriend?"

I grinned. "Absolutely. Never in a million years would I say no."

He grinned too, a tear streaking down his face, but I wiped it away and hugged him again. He tucked his face back into my shoulder and we sat there again, completely content.

Suddenly there was a bang that sounded through the house. "Hey, Hobbit!" someone shouted.

"Who...?" I asked.

"It's probably Wes and David. They call me hobbit because I'm so short," he blushed.

I giggled a bit, and he blushed more.

"Where are you?" Someone shouted. It sounded like Nick.

"I guess they brought Nick..." he said, and then he hollered, "My room!"

There was the pounding of feet, and then suddenly Wes, Nick, Jeff and someone I didn't know burst into the room. I assumed the last one was David.

Everyone's eyes widened, looking at me on Blaine's lap. They all paused, and then shuffled their feet as if they didn't know what to do.

"Um, Blaine? Care to explain?" Wes said.

Blaine looked at me, and I blushed. He chuckled.

"Boys, meet my new boyfriend," he said, grinning.

Jeff and Nick gasped, and Wes and David grinned.

"When did this happen?" Jeff asked, sitting in the chair at Blaine's desk.

"Like... Ten minutes ago." I said, leaning on Blaine's shoulder.

We talked a little bit, laughing and joking, but I really started to have to pee.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"I have to go to the bathroom... Can you let me up?"

"Sure." he let go of me, and I crawled off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

Halfway down the hall, I accidentally stepped on something sharp, and I hissed, "Ow," checking my foot. But there was nothing there, and I dismissed it.

I realized I had a problem when the second I touched to doorknob to the bathroom, I didn't have to pee anymore. But I swear, I didn't pee my pants!

I went anyways, surprised to find out I barely had to go at all. I washed my hands and started out, but something made me look back at the mirror. And what I saw was all wrong.

"What...?" I whispered.

I was gone. Just like that! I couldn't see my pants or my shirt, but I could see my socks, and the scarf that was around my neck. I could see the towel when I lifted it up, but I was gone. My skin was invisible. I touched my face, and it felt normal. What happened? I felt like I was going to cry, wondering what to do. I started to go down the hall, but then realized how much they would probably freak out and I stopped, and locked myself back in the bathroom.

What is wrong with me?! First going to the future, and after that, turning invisible? What was next? Mind reading? Breathing fire?

"Kurt?" Jeff's voice. "Are you coming back?"

"Um," I called unsteadily, unable to look away from the mirror, "I might be a bit," my voice cracked a bit.

"Are you okay?" Blaine's voice, a bit closer.

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't come in!" I ran over and locked it just as the doorknob jiggled.

"Are you sure? What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" I gasped, holding my back against the door just in case he had a key.

"Are you-?"

"Yes!"

"Okay..." I heard him walk uncertainly away. I peeked out the door, and discovered they were all in his room. I pulled off my socks and scarf and silently slipped into the hall. I caught sight of the mirror, and there was nothing there. I smiled a bit. It was kind of cool, no matter how creepy it was.

I stepped into the doorway of Blaine's room, and they were all sitting around, looking anxious. They whispered to each other, wondering if I was okay.

I hid my phone behind the wall, realizing it was only invisible while it was in my pocket, and texted Blaine that I didn't feel well and I was going home.

As soon as his phone went off, he yanked it out and read the text. His eyes grew infinitely more worried, and he texted back, telling them what I said.

I read my phone screen. But what about your ride?

Shit. Looks like I was just going to have to wait it out. I went back to the bathroom and paced, continuously checking the mirror to see if I had come back. Blaine texted me a couple times, and I told him I felt sick and I didn't want to throw up out there. He wanted to come help, but I said I didn't want him to see me like this. I stared into the mirror, crying, watching drops of water come out of nowhere, drip down invisible surfaces, and fall to the counter. I washed my face off with the cold water and drank from the faucet.

After about an hour, I realized suddenly that I had to pee again, and I went to pee, but I didn't need to.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" I whispered, going back to the mirror. But I jumped and almost screamed. I was back! What the hell is with the having to pee thing? My clothes were back too, and I pulled on my socks and scarf and walked unsteadily to Blaine's room. When I appeared in the doorway, they all looked up, with worried faces.

Blaine was almost instantly in front of me, his hands on my arms. I swayed, and he held me up. "Come on, come sit down," he said, guiding me to the bed, looking really worried.

"Are you okay?"

"No," I said honestly. He frowned and settled me down next to him. I snuggled into his side and hid my face. I actually did feel kind of sick.

I debated telling them. But I didn't want to tell Jeff Wes, nick, and David, I just wanted to tell Blaine.

Luckily, Jeff soon realized that he had to be to his voice lesson, and since they were all in David's car, they all left, saying goodbye and telling me to feel better.

As soon as they were gone, Blaine turned towards me. "Are you alright?" his hand brushed across my cheek.

I nodded. "I'm feeling better."

"What was wrong?"

"I don't know... I guess I was just sick."

"Okay. Well I'm going to drive you home so you can get some rest. Don't forget to talk to your dad. You know, about Dalton."

"I won't." I smiled. He helped me out to his car, and he drove me home.

"Get some sleep," he called.

"Alright. Bye, Blaine."

"Bye, Kurt." he winked, and then drove away.

I went inside, and Finn called, "Your car is in the driveway."

"Thanks." I sais back, a little too harshly.

I found my dad, sitting at the table writing something, and I sat down. I didn't know where to start… he hardly noticed I was there. I wondered briefly what he was writing.

"Dad?" I asked timidly.

"Yeah?" he didn't look up. "Did you have fun with Blaine?"

"Yeah. I have an important question..."

"Mm?" he still didn't look up.

"Like an important life decision needs to be made here." I said.

He finally looked up, his eyes not really refocusing. "Yes?"

"I... want to transfer schools."

That caught his attention fully. He put down his pen. "What?"

"I want to go to Dalton."

"Dalton... Dalton Academy?"

"Yeah."

"But... Why?" he was appalled.

"I'm so... lonely at McKinley. I mean... I don't have any close friends, and everyone bullies me..."

"What about Blaine?"

"Blaine got transferred to Dalton."

"Oh. So that's why you want to go there?" he smiled.

"Um, that's part of it. But he also said that it's really safe. Like no one bullies."

"Okay."

"So?"

"So okay. We'll transfer you. I don't want to see you suffering."

I cracked a smile. "Thanks Dad. When?"

"Well, probably by next week. Can you last a week?"

"Yeah, sure. You know I would dorm there. I would only see you guys on vacation."

"Yeah. But if it's best for you, Kurt. You can visit, right?"

"Uh huh, I'll have my car."

"Okay."

I started to get up, but he stopped me.

"Um, I want to ask you something." he said.

"Yeah?"

"How is it going, between you and Blaine?"

"He... He asked to be my boyfriend today."

His eyes bugged. "Really?"

I smiled, looking down, tracing my finger on the table. "Yeah."

"Okay..." he said, seeming to process this information. "Well..." he took a deep breath, screwing up his eyes like he felt uncomfortable. "There are things... That you need to know, when you're... Um, involved with boys at your age-"

"Oh god, stop, please." I said. "I know what you're talking about; we have a class at school. Don't worry about it, they covered it for you."

"But I-"

"Dad, I don't want to have this talk."

"Neither do I, but-"

"Dad!" I groaned.

"Okay." he put his hands up in surrender, obviously as relived as I was. "But don't stop thinking about it."

"I won't. Can I go?"

"Go ahead," he said, and I ran off to my room. Oh god. My dad just tried to have THE TALK with me. I shuddered. I wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it.

I sat on my bed, and let my mind wander over the day. Dalton, Blaine... What more could I ask for? I felt like I could explode. I put on some music and lay down, closing my eyes.

Maybe it was the fact that I had an exhausting day, or maybe it was that I hadn't slept for a week, but I was asleep the second my head hit the pillow.

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