A/N. 50 reviews! Love for you all.
IMPORTANT. I fear some people are confused at the timeline of this fic. It starts two weeks after Karofsky kissed Kurt in the locker room. Kurt doesn't tell anyone about it though until the day of the attack (chapter 2) as he tells Blaine over phone call that morning. During those two weeks Kurt still meets up with Blaine. (This means there was no Blaine/Karofsky confrontation like there was on the show).
For this chapter I see it as Friday night. Therefore Kurt was attacked on Monday and was in hospital for around four/five days.
It didn't seem long until they pulled up outside of Kurt's house. Blaine felt Kurt increase the hold on his hand.
"You've got a beautiful house." He said mostly to Kurt, trying to engage him into a conversation to distract him from the effort he will have to use to get out of the car.
Kurt nodded him thanks before opening the car door to follow his parents. They were already at the door, Carole leading Burt, seemingly to force him onto the sofa to rest.
Although Kurt had opened the door fully, he made no move to get out. Blaine disentangled his hand from the younger boys and quickly made his way round the car. Kurt, too lost in his own thoughts, hadn't noticed the loss of contact.
"Come on, I can tell you want your own shower." Blaine extended his arm towards Kurt, offering it to him to support himself on.
Kurt broke from his reverie and linked his trembling arm through the larger, warmer one. Kurt was more or less resting his whole weight on the older boys shoulder; Blaine was grateful of the muscles he had gained in dancing and also for the fact that Kurt was exceptionally light.
Carole had left the door open, making it easier for Blaine to guide Kurt to his room. He'd never been here before, but he knew from Kurt and his' conversations that the younger boy had the whole basement. They had recently moved to accommodate Carole and Finn, well mostly Finn, and they managed to find one with a basement for Kurt. Blaine led Kurt to the queen sized bed and helped him lay down, he then went into the adjoining bathroom and turn on the shower.
On the bed, Kurt was trapped in his thoughts. Now that he was out in the 'real world', everything hit him at once. The fear he had experienced just by the thought Karofsky could be watching him was bad enough, but the memories of the attack seemed to flash stronger now he was in his normal environment, very near where it happened. In the hospital, Kurt had fallen into a false sense of security. He knew no one could get to him in there. But now, he felt intensely vulnerable. He barely felt the soft hands on his face but it took the sound of his name for him to come round to hazel eyes mere inches before his. The comfort and love he saw radiating from them were enough to bring tears to his own.
"It's all so real." He whispered. He didn't know if Blaine would understand, but he couldn't find the energy to elaborate.
"I know, I know." He soothed. Blaine did know what he meant. He'd felt the exact same thing.
After a few more tears, Kurt visibly collected himself together and pushed himself up into a sitting position, holding his knees close to his chest while leaning into the hand that was still pressed against his cheek.
"Did you mean what you said? Will you really stay this weekend?" Kurt kept his gaze on his feet.
"Of course, I wouldn't leave if you asked me to. Well maybe I would, but you get the picture." Blaine rambled.
Kurt gave a small laugh before standing up. "It's a good job I'm not going to ask you to leave then. But as I'm getting in the shower, do you, you know, mind maybe going upstairs?" While Blaine rambled, Kurt seemed to stumble over his usually fluent words. Each boy found the others habits incredibly adorable.
"I'll meet you upstairs when you're finished." He walked over to Kurt and slowly went to give him a hug, carefully watching his reaction to the contact. Relief rushed over him as Kurt let himself be pulled into the taller boy's arms. The hug was perfect, not too short, not too long, just exactly what both boys needed. Bravely, Blaine placed a sweet kiss on Kurt's cheek before walking out the room and upstairs.
Kurt watched Blaine close the door behind him before pulling off the dull sweatpants. In the action he felt a burning sensation in his private region. Trying not to remember what caused it he ignored the pain, along with the multiple scratches scattered along his thighs, contrasting with his pale skin. Unbuttoning his shirt, he could not however try to miss the bruises covering the majority of his chest. They had already turned a greenish/yellowy colour but he knew it would take at least another week for them to disappear completely. Now only left in his briefs, Kurt looked at himself in the floor length mirror. He was disgusted at the mess he saw before him. His eyes didn't have their usual sparkle and deep purple bruises were underneath, showing his sleepless nights. He'd been losing weight the last few weeks, and it was startlingly obvious to him now. Bruises and cuts covered his soft skin and a bandage was stuck on the right of his stomach. Knowing he would have to take it off before getting in the shower, he carefully pealed of the tape, wincing slightly as it pulled on his skin. Kurt felt sick at the sight. In the middle of several off-coloured marks was a deep, red gash. Kurt had received many cuts before from the dumpster throwing, but none were as deep and clean cut as this. His porcelain skin healed well and barely left a scar from his other wounds, but he knew he would have to see this one the rest of his life. Kurt felt vomit rise up his throat and he just made it to the toilet quick enough. Emptying his thinly lined stomach, Kurt shakily pulled himself up and hurriedly took off his briefs. At this moment he wanted nothing more than to stand under the hot water and wash away all traces of the attack. Thankful that Blaine had turned on the shower, Kurt tried to steady his trembling hands.
The boiling water was heaven. It crashed down against all the plains of his body, burning the skin as it went. Kurt enjoyed the burn; it made him feel like it was cleaning off the dirty feeling. He lifted his head up to the water, letting the powerful jets run over his tired eyes. The feeling was so good, he didn't want to move. Soon he reached for the shampoo and sat down on the floor while meticulously washing his hair. He felt weak so he stayed sitting while he conditioned and then thoroughly washed his skin with his favourite soap. After another five minutes of simply sitting under the hot water, he reached up and switched off the tap. He felt remarkably better and felt clean for the first time after the attack. As he wrapped a warm, fluffy, white towel around himself he checked the clock and noticed he'd been in the shower over an hour. He immediately, pulled some of his looser skinny jeans on and a comfy over-sized jumper before brushing his teeth, not wanting to keep Blaine waiting longer and trying to let go of the nagging suspicion that the older boy had already left.
"I can't believe you kissed him, idiot." He thought to himself.
He was one hundred percent sure he was in love with Kurt. But that gave him no excuse for overstepping the boundary lines. Kurt had just been attacked for goodness sake. The last thing he needed was anyone, let alone me, making a move on him. Hopefully he read it as comfort, which it was, but it's not the comfort your friend should give. They weren't even best friends. They'd met up a few times and Blaine considered Kurt his best friend after the first time, but that doesn't mean Kurt did. The countertenor had Blaine falling for him the second they met, and with him not having many people he could think about fully opening himself up to, he was shocked when found that he could to Kurt straight away. Not that he did, Kurt wasn't ready for the details of Blaine's past then, but he wished he had have told him. Things would be so much easier right now if Kurt knew. The younger boy would know Blaine had some idea of what he was going through and hopefully come to him when things got bad. Blaine decided at some point this weekend, he would tell Kurt. Right now however, he had bigger worries on his hands. He needed to talk to Burt.
Reaching the living room, Blaine took in the large room. It consisted of only a television, minimal furniture, two sofas and a chair, a giveaway they had all just moved in. Also, there was not yet personal pictures hanging on the walls and it looked too clean for a place four people lived. Burt sat on the chair and Finn and Carole shared a sofa at the other side of the room, leaving Blaine the sofa nearest Burt.
Burt looked more alert now he'd had some fresh air and was sitting, but he still looked ill. Blaine decided to tread carefully.
"Burt, may I talk to you?" Blaine asked while sitting down.
Burt turned at the sound of his name and nodded to show he was listening. Finn and Carole tried to look like they weren't listening.
"It's okay, it would be good for you to listen too, it affects you all." He said towards Carole and Finn.
Now that all attention was on him, Blaine took a deep breath to continue before he lost his nerve.
"I would like to talk to you about Kurt possibly moving to Dalton."
Finn looked shocked but Burt and Carole just gave each other a meaningful look.
"We've been thinking that too." Burt said.
"Oh, well that makes thing easier." Blaine let himself exhale with relief.
"We don't think we can afford it though." Carole admitted.
"I've come up with some ways to overcome that. Kurt is a straight A student. He is the top of each of his classes and also has singing as an extra curriculum. Dalton would be very interested in having him. This is why if we tell them of the economical problems and his bad experiences at his old school, he is sure to get a full scholarship. This means he would have no school fees, books and uniform would be provided for him and transport fees would be refunded. He would have to join an extra curriculum club, and luckily the Warblers, our glee club, fits into that.
"The only problem is boarding. As it's not essential that all students' board, you would have to pay. Dalton is over an hour away from here, so not boarding isn't practical, even if the costs are refunded." Blaine felt extremely nervous at his suggestion now.
"I happen to have a double room to myself. My father paid the extra so I wouldn't have to have a roommate when I first transferred. I would like to offer this to Kurt. You would not have to pay and it would be good for him to have someone aware of what happened to be with him. I understand if you do not wish to accept this offer, but I think it's the best option for Kurt right now."
Burt and Carole looked wary, but they knew they would take Blaine's offer. Like he said, it was exactly what Kurt needed.
"Aren't you gay too though?" Finn spoke for the first time.
"I am yes." Blaine nodded, he knew what was coming.
"Then is it best for Kurt to be in the same room with you?" Finn challenged.
Blaine was prepared for this question but it did not stop him feeling angry at the ignorance.
"Just because we are both gay, it does not mean there should be a cause to worry." Blaine retorted to Finn. The taller boy looked slightly shocked, but soon recovered and nodded. Blaine calmed down before turning to Burt. "As you have probably guessed, I have extremely strong feelings for your son. I care very deeply for him, but I would like to assure you I would never act on that. He is going to be going through a hard time these next few months, and I will always be there as a friend until he is better again. I will then of course leave the choice to him whether he would want to be with me. I love him enough that I would accept his decision no matter what."
"I trust you Blaine. You are good for my son." Burt was so glad Kurt had found someone like Blaine. Burt expected to always believe none of his boys' first boyfriends would be good enough for Kurt, but he was glad to be proven wrong. Blaine clearly loved Kurt and that was enough for any parent to wish for their child.
"Thank you, sir. I will contact the school first thing tomorrow so Kurt can transfer as soon as possible. I think it would be best to not tell Kurt until it is certain."
Burt nodded. "And don't call me sir." He smiled.
The tense atmosphere dropped and everyone turned their attentions to the television screen, commenting easily every now again and relaxing into the thought that things were going to be alright.
Walking into the room, Kurt nearly fainted with relief when he saw Blaine was still here. He hurried to the seat next to the older boy and took his hand to make sure he was really here.
"Hey there, did you enjoy your shower?" Blaine asked, aware that the rest of his family were looking to see if Kurt was okay.
"Yes, I feel clean." Blaine understood what he meant. "What are you watching?"
"Deadliest Catch, we were waiting for you to put a movie on. I'd ask to pick, but you'll all just laugh at my choice of movie, so I think we'll let you pick."
Burt admired how Blaine made him son feel special without being condescending about it. If he wasn't sure that he could trust Blaine, he would be now. The look he had in his eyes when Kurt came to him and held his hand could be described nothing other than love. His son was in good hands.
"I'm sure your taste isn't too bad. Though I don't understand how you can still like Harry Potter when you've watched them over a hundred times." Kurt teased, walking over to the collection of DVD's in the cabinet underneath the TV.
"Hey, Harry Potter rules." Blaine replied with a joking offended look.
"If you say so." Kurt was now inserting to movie into the DVD player.
"I'm going to make you watch them on repeat until you agree."
Burt, Carole and Finn happily watched the boys tease each other.
"As much as I'd love to listen to the rest of your speech on why Harry Potter is the best movie ever made Blaine, I would like to hear the movie." Burt joked.
Kurt gave a small giggle before sitting down close to Blaine, but not touching apart from the entwined fingers. "Excuse him, he's such a dork."
"I resent the fact you cannot see my awesomeness."
"Awesomeness? Is that like, even a word?" Kurt asks, looking oddly at Blaine.
"I'm pretty sure it's the noun of awesome."
"Shh, it's starting." Finn hushed the other boys.
Blaine tore his eyes from Kurt's to see what movie Kurt had picked.
"Sound of music? Should have guessed with you been call 'Kurt'" Blaine said mostly to himself.
"My mum named me from it." Kurt smiled sadly at the old memories. "We would always watch this together when..." Kurt trailed off with an empty expression turned to the screen.
Blaine squeezed the fragile boys hand and pulled him into his chest in comfort. Blaine left his arms loose to show Kurt could pull away, when he didn't, the older boy replaced his right hand tangled with Kurt's for his left hand and softly wrapped his free arm around the thin shoulders. He would have to watch Kurt's eating. Blaine breathed in the flowery/fruity smell that was Kurt and settled himself to watch the movie.
Kurt felt like he was in heaven. He felt unbelievably warm and safe. He always loved been held by someone. He would cuddle with his mother every night before he had to go to bed when he was younger. When she passed, that's what Kurt missed the most. The closeness to another person that made you instantly feel safe. His dad was great and he loved Kurt seemingly more so than before, but it wasn't the same as it was with his mum. Burt wasn't the dad you cuddled up with on the sofa while watching TV. He remembered how much he missed it now he was in Blaine's arms. He enjoyed the warmness, and he felt stupid for thinking so, but the smell of home. Blaine constantly smelt of chocolate and cinnamon, and now here in his arms, the smell was more prominent. There was also a scent that was just unmistakably Blaine. Kurt felt like he could stay like this forever.
Blaine knew he teased Kurt a little for the movie he chose, but it was also one of the older boys' favourites. It was an hour into the film and he was really into the film when Blaine felt Kurt shift in their embrace. Kurt seemed to droop past Blaine shoulder he had rested his head on not long ago. Removing his hand from Kurt's, he caught the pale boy and steered his head into his lap. There Blaine studied the peaceful expression on Kurt's face and simply took in the beauty. He brushed his fingers through the moderately damp hair and let his mind memorise the perfection before him.
From the other side of the room, Finn watched the two boys closely. He was wary of the dark haired boy. Finn knew he hadn't been the best friend toward Kurt in the past, but now they were practically brothers, Finn wanted more than anything to change that. He'd been trying to look out for the small boy but he hated that he never saw the seriousness of Karofsky's bullying. He was shocked when Kurt let Blaine touch him. When his father or anyone in New Directions went to hug him, he flinched away. Finn was unsure of Blaine's intentions, but when he saw the look on the older boys' face as he looked at Kurt, he only saw love. Two seconds ago, Blaine had been deeply into the movie, but as Kurt shifted his position, Blaine's eye's were now only for the boy sleeping in his lap. He stayed playing with his hair and looking at his face throughout the rest of the movie and looked confused when Burt announced it was time for bed.
Blaine watched Carole and Finn leave to get ready to bed before deciding whether he should carry the smaller boy to his bed or leaving him on the sofa. Burt, who had finished turning the TV off, was now stood before Blaine and had caught his attention. He looked up at the man now towering above him.
"If you leave me a blanket out I will be fine to sleep on the sofa after I carry Kurt down." Blaine said.
"I was wanting to talk to you about that. I can see you care for my son, and for some reason he will only let you touch him. As much as this pains me, I have never been able to comfort my son in that way anyway. That's why I'm giving you permission, if my son asks that is, for you to stay in Kurt's bed with him. I trust that nothing will happen. Kurt has craved the closeness you have with him since his mother passed and I'm not going to keep him from that when he needs it so much."
Blaine was taken aback at the accepting and trusting from Burt. "Thank you. Only if he asks." Blaine agreed.
"If not, there is a spare quilt in Kurt's room you may bring up here." And Burt left to go to bed.
Blaine looked at Kurt for a short moment before carefully manoeuvring the small boy in his arm into a position easier to carry him in. He stirred a little, but luckily did not wake. He slowly stood up, easily carrying Kurt. He really would have to watch Kurt's eating, he was way too light. Flicking the lights off as he went, he took the countertenor down to his room. Laying him down softly, he saw Kurt's eyes flutter open and take in his surroundings confused.
"You fell asleep. Do you want to get into your pyjamas or are you too tired?"
Kurt yawned before standing up. "I'll have to change. I'll get you something as well."
Blaine watched Kurt flick through his drawers and pull out a pair of light blue pyjamas, some grey sweat pants and a white shirt. Kurt handed Blaine the latter two.
"Sorry, that's all I've got that will fit you." Kurt apologized.
"This is more than fine." Blaine assured him on the way to the bathroom to change.
"There's a spare toothbrush in there you can use." Kurt called after him.
After they had both changed and brushed their teeth, Blaine asked whether he wanted to talk before he went to sleep.
"I'd like that."
They talked for half an hour. It was nothing serious. It had been a long day for Kurt; he didn't need intense conversation right now. They discussed their favourite music, books and musicals, sometimes agreeing, sometimes playfully arguing. They were sat on the bed and after a while Kurt went to lie down.
"Do you want me to leave you to sleep?" Blaine asked, already getting up to leave.
"Would you stay?" Kurt asked in a small voice, not looking at Blaine.
"Of course."
Both boys talked easily a little more while getting under the covers. They weren't touching, and it was their first awkward silence between the two of them.
Blaine broke it by shuffling closer to Kurt and pulling him into his arms. Kurt pressed his face into the crook of Blaine's neck and both boys felt better.
"Good night Blaine."
"Good night Kurt."
And this is how they feel asleep. Feeling whole.
A/N. Just have to repeat, 50 freaking reviews!
