Not My Body – chapter 12: Reward
I know this has taken SO long! Unfortunately, this is how it may be.
Warning: Violence, little blood and swearing
Kurt and Blaine lie asleep in an alleyway just across from the park. Kurt was on his front with his head resting on his arms and his hands were clenched tightly. His legs were sprawled out behind him on the cold, bumpy, wet gravel. His clothes were the dirtiest they'd ever been and his jeans and coat were torn in several places. Kurt's hair was greasy and covered his equally filthy face.
Blaine, on the other hand, was on his side and resting on his arm. He was shivering slightly as the gravel scraped his torso; where his shirt had ridden up in the night from flinching during his nightmares.
Kurt woke up to the sound of cars driving by. He let his eye lids flicker open as he began to check his surroundings as if he had had a dream in a dream. He pushed himself up into a sitting position and looked around to spot Blaine sleeping uncomfortably a few metres away holding a flat piece of cardboard to his chest.
Kurt shuffled over to Blaine on the wet surface. Blaine had turned onto his other side and looked over at the vaguely blurring shape coming towards him. He immediately moved backwards until he was against the wall. His sleepy state finally cleared as he eventually saw Kurt with his hands out in front of him, trying to calm Blaine down.
Blaine calmed down as he sunk to the ground carefully. Kurt stilled looked cautious around the boy in front of him. Blaine picked up on this and waved his hand towards himself, motioning Kurt toward him – which he did.
They stayed one or two feet away because Kurt knew that Blaine had space issues but Blaine seemed to be more comfortable now.
"How are you feeling?" Kurt asked. His legs were bent to the side of him and his hands were held together on his knees.
"Tired, rough, but better than I have been in a long time." They smiled simultaneously and looked at each other in the eyes.
"You know I'm always here…if you want to talk, Blaine." Kurt looked at him with his head titled. His tone was sad but reassuring at the same time.
"I know. I'm really grateful Kurt. I just…have to get used to this. To us." Kurt nodded understandingly and began to shuffle over to a bin to help himself up as his legs were either asleep or numb – he couldn't tell.
Blaine quickly grabbed Kurt's arm and looked into his blue eyes. Kurt looked shocked from the sudden touch but that instantly faded as he realised what Blaine had done.
"I really appreciate this, Kurt. Thanks." Kurt didn't reply. Instead he patted Blaine's hand and smiled.
They both got up and headed out of the alleyway and across the street to get to the park; it was early so there weren't many people around the area.
They walked along the main path of the park. There was a thin fog wafting in the air so their eyesight only ranged a few feet in front of them. It was surprisingly cold that morning but it could have just been the wind that blew through their hair. The grass was dewy and the sky was grey but at least it was calm.
Occasionally, Kurt and Blaine would brush their arms against each other accidentally on purpose but luckily the fog hid the subtle hint of blush on their cheeks.
The two boys continued to walk down the bumpy path until Blaine tripped over something. He felt on top of something – a leg, maybe? - Which scratched the skin off of his knees and hands. A man grunted in response but didn't react any more than that. Blaine shuffled back quickly as Kurt helped him up. Kurt was surprised that Blaine didn't react to him holding onto him that much but didn't dwell on the thought. He was more interested with what was happening in front of the two boys.
Kurt walked in front of Blaine and looked over the man – and woman, he saw – in front of him. The woman was in her mid twenties, dark brown hair and a suit. The man, on the other hand, was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with white shoes along with his badly styled hair.
The man was hunched over the woman in an overwhelming way. One large hand was clasped over her mouth as her eyes were wide and she made muffled noises which were most likely attempts at screaming. Her purse was thrown to the side and her suit was torn around the elbows and bottom of the skirt.
"Now try and break up with me, bitch!" The man shouted menacingly. He pressed his hand onto her mouth even more. His other hand was pressed hard on her stomach. The woman didn't make any more noise; instead she let the tears flow.
Kurt tapped the rude man on the shoulder hard and waited for him to turn his head. The man glared at Kurt long enough to be punched in the face.
The two of them both groaned in pain but the man had rolled away from the woman and clutched his face before scrambling away clumsily. The woman took a deep breath as she sat up and rested her hands on her chest and stomach.
Blaine picked up her purse as Kurt helped the stranger up onto her feet.
"Are you okay?" Kurt asked, placing his hand on her shoulder. She nodded. "Who was that?"
"My Ex-boyfriend. I can't believe I ever dated Karofsky. One drunken night turned into a spiral of regret."
"Wait. Karofsky?" Kurt looked alarmed as he said this. The girl raised her eyebrow and nodded slowly.
"Clive Karofsky. Why?" She looked at Kurt expectantly.
"Oh I'm not on best terms with his youngest brother, David." She nodded understandingly. Kurt and the stranger had something in common – bad history with The Karofsky's.
The girl extended her hand out to Kurt and he grabbed it willingly. "Amy." She said plainly and smiled.
"Kurt. And this," He gestured at Blaine. "Is Blaine." Amy put her hand out to Blaine but he practically jumped away from it. She looked over at Kurt for an explanation.
"Oh, Blaine's not good with strangers. Or anyone at the moment." He said quietly. Amy nodded. Blaine gave Kurt the purse which he handed back to Amy. She thanked them both and sat down on one of the partially wet benches.
"So what got you into this situation?" Kurt asked as he sat down in between Amy and Blaine.
"I wouldn't put out. It didn't feel right with him. He tried to force me into it and resorted in violence so I got out of this 'thing'. Whatever it was. He wouldn't accept it if you could tell from that."
"I'm glad you did." Kurt's eyes went wide. "I'm sorry! It wasn't supposed to sound like that. I – I meant that it was better that you rejected him and wait for something you wont regret rather than do something you could hate for the rest of your life. And… if you'd said yes, we'd have never met."
"Now how could I miss out on that?" Amy joked. She nudged Kurt slightly, making him bump into Blaine a little but it made all three of them smile.
"Well," Amy said reluctantly. She stood up and brushed herself off a little. "I should go to work now but…I don't think I'll make a good impression with the state I'm in; ripped clothes, recovering from violence and a severe lack of caffeine in my system. Who's up for coffee?" She said with a smile.
Kurt looked over at Blaine and they exchanged smiles.
Kurt, Blaine and Amy walked over to a cheap and almost empty coffee shop a minutes walk away from the park.
After a minute, they arrived at the shop. Blaine pushed open the door which let out a little chime and held it open for Kurt and Amy. They sat down at a little round table in the corner of the shop as the bored barista slowly walked over to them with a notepad.
"What would you like today?" She had red hair and piercing green eyes along with a thick Irish accent. She was surprisingly cheerful for someone who had to work so early in the morning. "Our special today is triple chocolate brownie with hot fudge sauce, and whipped cream."
"I'll have a Frappachino and one of those delicious looking triple chocolate brownies." Amy requested.
"Would you like your brownie warmed up?" The barista asked sweetly. Amy nodded eagerly. The barista – Brianna – wrote it down and then looked over at Kurt expectantly. Kurt hesitated but Amy cut in.
"Get whatever you want. I'm paying." Kurt started to object but Amy ignored it.
"Fine…" Kurt said annoyed. "A Grande non-fat mocha and one strawberry and white chocolate muffin."
Brianna wrote down Kurt's order before looking over at Blaine. "And what will you have, sweetie?" She said with a wink. Blaine looked away awkwardly and spoke in a whisper. Brianna raised her eyebrow at him but Kurt piped up with Blaine's order.
"Medium drip and double chocolate muffin." He smiled at her just before she walked away to get their orders.
"You really didn't have to pay for this." Kurt said. Blaine nodded but Amy ignored their protests.
She grabbed her bag, opened it and pulled out her purse to grab a handful of dollars. She motioned them towards Kurt and Blaine but they refused to move as they stared at the large amount of money.
Giving up, Amy put down the wad of money in front of them. "For saving me from that Jerk. Really, it's what you deserve and you look like you need it."
Blaine picked up the dollars and counted them with wide eyes. "That's f-five h-h-hundred dollars." Amy smiled widely at the boys reactions.
Kurt kept shaking his head at the money. Amy leant forward and tapped both boys' hands. Blaine didn't move but Kurt held Amy's hand tightly and smiled thankfully.
Brianna came back with a tray full of their orders. She set them down on the table and handed them out. She seemed friendly but Amy could see her quick glances over the large amount of money. Brianna kept looking at Blaine and the money the same way that Kurt kept looking at the chocolate brownie – food.
"Thank you!" Amy said a bit too loudly making all three others jump and stare at Amy.
Brianna glared at them for a moment before putting on a fake smile and walking to serve a new customer.
Everyone dug into their delicious food in silence to admire the exquisite tastes dancing on their tongue.
Once they had finished and Brianna had taken away their plates regretfully – noticing Amy's smirk – Amy began another conversation with her new friends.
"Now, are you going to tell me why you two are on the streets? Don't deny it, I can tell - your clothes."
Kurt and Blaine looked at each other nervously but were saved by the ring of Kurt's low battery phone.
'It's my sister.' Kurt mouthed as he listened to Santana.
"Kurt? Kurt! You picked up! You need to come to the hospital! Please, it's Finn. Please!" Santana sounded so desperate that it made Kurt tear up.
Kurt replied quickly and jumped out of his seat hastily. Blaine looked up at him and Kurt grabbed his shirt to pull him up with him.
"Blaine we need to go, it's my brother." Kurt knew that he was going against his purpose of leaving but Santana sounded so upset, he needed to find out what was wrong.
Blaine didn't say anything but he got up.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Amy asked desperately
"I don't know, I just need to get to the hospital." Kurt said panicked.
"Come on, my cars around the block, I'll drive you there."
Kurt, Blaine and Amy then rushed out of the shop with a twenty dollar bill left on the table.