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Swim 'Til You Drown

Could it have been hours the two were standing, arms locked against each other's backs, breaths mingling, and hearts beating as one? It must have been more, because both boys knew that moments like these didn't come in short expanses of time.

No one cried, no one sobbed and no one shook with emotion. It was how it was supposed to be; simply calm and beautifully reassuring. It was as if the silence was music, the melody playing out a slow, sad beat, yet it was a love song. A song about feelings left unsaid, about emotions twisting through coils of lies and finally about the grace of two people finding each other again, while finding themselves in the process.

When the two pulled apart, they didn't know who left each other's arms first. Perhaps it was mutual, a silent agreement that possibly words could, and would, offer just as much comfort as an embrace.

Kurt's eyes, half lidded, opened wide to look at Blaine. He looked away, and he cleared his throat faintly. "Thank you." was all he said, his voice soft but clear.

Blaine's hand twitched at his side, and he quietly ran his across Kurt's wrist, finally finding Kurt's fingers to grasp on to. Kurt looked up, and he nodded softly, affirming to something.

"Do you want to talk?" Blaine murmured. "I feel like we should."

Kurt smiled faintly, and walked back into his room, his hand still connected with Blaine's. Blaine followed, his own mouth curving into a half smile. The two sat down on Kurt's large, plush bed, facing each other with knees almost touching.

Kurt's hand never left Blaine's.

Silence ensued, the bitter warmth of the still washing over them and both wondered how each would break the quiet. Kurt adjusted himself on the sheets, legs tucking under each other as he spoke, cracking the silence. "I thought you never wanted to see me again."

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut, the memory of that night seeping back into his thoughts, even though he knew Kurt's accusation was false. "I always want to see you. It's just, I was being selfish, and I knew that being around you only hurt me."

"But why?" Kurt asked, his voice true and purely confused, and Blaine was torn between chuckling and crying. Before Blaine could even open his mouth to answer, Kurt was speaking again, his voice low and disconcerted. "Dave said that he was the only one who would ever love me."

Blaine's eyes widened, and he felt his lips part in shock. "You honestly can't believe what he said."

Kurt tilted his head to the side, and he wiped his tongue across his lips as he clearly was pondering over something. "Well, I didn't believe it at first, I suppose. You had told me that you loved me, and I had believed you until you left. So I figured Dave was right." he explained slowly, as if he trying to figure it out himself. "Maybe he really was right."

Blaine tried to move past a barrier of horror in his mind, but it was too large. He took Kurt's other hand in his, and now that the two had both hands wrapped within each other's, Blaine let Kurt's eyes find his own before he spoke. "He was not right." Blaine said, and a disbelieving look grew on Kurt's face.

Blaine took a deep, shaking breath as he attempted to wipe a surely heartbroken emotion from his own face. "I am here. I am someone who loves you." he whispered, and he felt Kurt try to pull his hand out of his grasp, though Blaine only held on tighter. "Even when I said goodbye, I knew that I wouldn't ever love someone as much as I love you."

Kurt's face was smeared with a pained expression, eyes lidded and mouth stuck in a frown.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked faintly. "Please, say something."

It took a few moments, a few moments of dolorous torture and earsplitting silence for Kurt to finally speak. "I'm trying to understand why you still love me."

Blaine's mind nearly went into a comical state of facts and numbers as to why he loved Kurt so much. He finally realized that the list was endless, and that he could sit for hours with Kurt next to him explaining just how much and all the reasons why he loved him so.

"There are too many to name." Blaine stated softly, his eyes focusing in on Kurt's own blue orbs, seeing a plague of acrid memories within the ocean texture. He reeled back mentally, and he began to think in overdrive.

"Kurt," Blaine all but gasped, "Kurt, something happened. I can tell it in your eyes. What happened?"

Kurt's hand tightened significantly in his, nails biting into Blaine's skin but he didn't care. All he could focus on was the beauty and pain in Kurt's face, and the story that came with the rise of that emotion.

"I went to his house," Kurt started quietly, and Blaine quickly figured out who Kurt meant by 'his', and the thought angered him. "to break up with him. I did, by the way, but that's not important now."

And so the story unraveled, "He had ushered me inside..."

Blaine sat with rapt attention, parts and pieces of Kurt's story sickening him and at times he wanted nothing more than to rip off Karofsky's head. Kurt stopped his speaking at times, trying to regain his courage and continue, because he knew that he had to get the story out. Things would be ok once the story was told, and when Kurt was finished, his was relieved to find out that his assumption was correct.

The last phrases and words from his explanation fell from his lips, and as soon as the last sentence ended, Kurt felt immensely better. It could have been the relief of getting the worries off his back, it could have been the soothing circles Blaine was rubbing into the palm of his hand, or it could have been just being with Blaine again.

Ultimately, he figured, it all had to do with Blaine.

Said boy didn't speak for a few, mere minutes. He kept his gaze on Kurt, though, and soon the overwhelming amount of words formed on his lips, starting with the essence of apologies. "Kurt, oh my G- I am so sorry. I can't imagine how horrible this is for you." he whispered, and Kurt blinked.

"It is horrible, but I'm sure I'll move on and forget about this whole fiasco. I'm not with him anymore, and I have this feeling of power because of it. It kinda feels like he can't..." Kurt struggled for words briefly, "force himself upon me anymore."

Blaine shifted himself on the bed so he was sitting at Kurt's side, hands still clasped and the soothing circles still being etched into Kurt's palm. Kurt craned his neck to stare at Blaine with a helpless expression. "He won't force himself on you anymore, if I have anything to do about it." Blaine reassured quietly, the promise ringing in the air like the chimes of ivory bells.

Kurt's head fell onto Blaine's shoulder, and Blaine laid his own head over Kurt's. "You really love me, don't you?" Kurt breathed, voice full of strength despite his tone.

Blaine nodded against Kurt's mussed hair, "Without a doubt." he replied softly, his words cracking.

Kurt sniffed, a slight chuckle escaping from his throat. "That's good," he said with a tremble, "because I don't think I ever stopped loving you."

Blaine smiled, unable to resist, and he curled his head in towards Kurt's hair, smelling the rich ocean smell that matched his eye color perfectly. His words were already spoken, but he felt his mouth whisper them again. "And then when all of this is worked out, I can show you just how much I love you."

Kurt's shoulders shook and a small laugh escaped from his lips. Blaine's smile grew broader as he shoved Kurt's shoulder with his. "Pervert." he scoffed playfully.

A few moments passed.

"Why did you suddenly decide to come back?" Kurt asked, breaking the silence. He lifted his head from Blaine's shoulder, resulting in Blaine raising his also, and he looked at Blaine's hazel eyes.

Blaine smiled, "I was honestly about to tell your dad about you and Karofsky, but when he told me you were up here refusing to talk, I knew I had to see you."

Kurt only smiled, twisting his hand out of Blaine grasp to switch roles and draw on Blaine's hand like Blaine had done to him.

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Time had proven to be increasingly fast, as the next school day sprung up surprisingly quickly. Kurt had spent nearly every second of free time with Blaine, and while the two had confessed their feelings, no one had made a romantic move yet.

Kurt wanted Blaine, more than anything, but he also didn't want this potential relationship to turn into one like his and Dave's previous. He knew, of course, that Blaine would never hit him, or anything of the sort, but Dave had literally left the wounds open and Blaine now had to clean them.

Kurt trusted Blaine, more than he trusted anyone besides his father, and he knew for a line-up fact that he would never pour salt in fresh wounds. Dave on the other hand...Kurt knew that Dave wouldn't just accept that Kurt had broken up with him.

And as Kurt entered through the school doors, he couldn't help but scan the crowds for Dave. He was nowhere in sight, and Kurt took a cautious step towards his first class. He needed to avoid Dave.

Obviously, the universe was against him.

Kurt saw Dave turn from behind a corner, walking towards him yet oblivious of the fact that Kurt was standing there. Kurt made a quick move to get away from Dave's eventual line of sight, but the sharp movement shook Dave from his silent stare off with space. He looked up and saw Kurt's bright red cardigan fly away from sight.

Dave's eyes scrunched and he sped up his pace. Kurt heard Dave behind him, and was distantly aware that this was like a horror movie. Only this was high school, not a haunted house, and Dave was an ex, not a monster.

Well, Kurt pondered as he nearly flew into his first class, Dave is sort of a monster, in some sense.

Kurt sat down at his seat, closest to the window, which had a very beautiful view of the parking lot. He stretched himself out, and prepared for his first class.

Everything was fine, that is, until Dave entered the classroom and Kurt remembered that this was a class he had with Dave.

There were few students milling around in the room, and Kurt wished more would show up. But really, he soon realized, the universe was not with him today.

Kurt pulled his phone out of his jean pocket, grasping onto it with strength he didn't know he had. His knuckles turned white, and the phone dug into his palm, yet Kurt didn't care. The phone held a faint, almost unreal comfort of Blaine.

But Dave didn't stand in front of him and speak, he didn't throw a note or even look at him. Kurt breathed a silent sigh of relief as Dave sat at his seat in the farthest corner of the room.

Kurt visibly relaxed as the class started, and drew his attention to the teacher. The class went by slowly, yet it wasn't bad, and after an expanse of time, the class ended. Kurt collected his things and placed them lightly in his bag, and was about to leave the classroom when he was stopped.

Kurt looked up, and cringed, his demeanor instantly turning from unbounded to stressed.

He had started to think that this day would be normal, without torment or worries. With everything he had gone through, Kurt now knew that this would day be far from 'normal'. He waited for the person to speak, perhaps a string of swears or insults, but he was not expecting this.

"Kurt Hummel, resident gay of McKinley High, is here today to speak to us about the rumour of his alleged boyfriend. Now Kurt, will you give us any details on your gay love?"

Kurt groaned silently and slung his bag over his shoulder, once again striding towards the open door. "Go away, Jacob." he said in agitation, resisting the urge to rub his temples.

"I am not the one asking, I am just passing on questions from the students of McKinley. Everyone is talking about you and your boyfriend hitting a home run in the auditorium. Is that true?"

Kurt stopped in his tracks, mystified, as he slowly turned to face the 'news reporter'. "What did you say?" he asked cautiously.

Jacob simply grinned and shrugged. "We heard his name was Blaine. Are you confirming the rumour?"

"No!" Kurt exclaimed, rushing over a pace to Jacob urgently. "Who on earth told you that?"

"I'm not allowed to reveal sources." Jacob said, pointing the camera back at himself. "Well, we have no affirmative yet, but J.B.I. will not stop until you get the answers you want, on Kurt Hummel and his supposed boyfriend, Blaine."

Jacob nodded at the camera once, and scampered out of the classroom in a hurry. Kurt stood and stared after the boy in shock. His eyes stayed locked on the doorway in horror, and just when he was about to look away, Dave Karofsky walked slowly past the open door.

Kurt lifted his neck as he stared at Dave through glassy eyes, and the larger boy gave him a smirk and glare before walking away.

Kurt shook slightly, before running out the classroom door in a hurry. He felt like everyone was staring at him as he nearly sprinted down the halls, as if he was a scandalous movie star. He wasn't sure about much of anything anymore, the only few things he could be held to intelligence of was his honest love for Blaine, his dedication to his family and friends, and his adoration of Glee club.

But he was also beyond certain that Dave had started the rumour.

What was his angle?

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