A/N: Okay, so I approximate that this is probably the three quarter mark, but I could be wrong as I suck at estimating stuff, and planning stories. Well, yeah, here's chapter thirteen. Oh, and the big game's next chapter! XD. I should warn you that I know nothing of American football (I play rugby, not American football, and apparently they're quite different), so, yeah, my terminology and knowledge next chapter will be kind of suckish in areas. I apologise.

Oh, and in this chapter, there's some... you won't like some of the stuff. But don't worry, I've got it covered :D. I'm sorry it's not been proof-read, it's four fifty in the morning, and I'm nearly passing out on my keyboard.

Sadly, guys, I don't own Glee – pft! Story... of... my life! – just an overactive imagination and a love for Klaine.

Enjoy, and play with the blue drop-down bar at the bottom, or leave a review if you want to. Thanks, Josie, X.

Chapter Thirteen.

As the week progressed, the time until the game grew shorter, while Kurt's worry and anxiety levels increased. What if he did screw up the game like half of the team thought he would? What if he ruined Finn's chances of getting a scholarship? What if Azimio stayed true to his word, and really did screw up his face... and more? With a sigh, Kurt shook his head lightly, and tied the laces of his knee-high boots. Thursday a come around far too quickly, and Coach Beiste had planned a last minute practise session for Saturday morning. Kurt pulled his bag over his shoulder, and walked out of the locker rooms and towards the parking lot, stopping off at his locked on the way to get his helmet and jacket. He put his jacket on as he walked, and held his helmet by the chin strap at his thigh, stopping at his bike when he saw Blaine grinning at him, sitting side saddle on the seat and balancing the bike with with his feet that were resting against the tarmac. His helmet was on the floor, and his jacket was unzipped. Kurt walked towards his boyfriend and his bike, smiling at the surprise, and put his legs on either side of Blaine's and his hands on his shoulders, leaning in to kiss him. He smiled as Blaine returned the kiss, and placed a hand on his hip. When Kurt opened his eyes, he noticed Blaine's left hand on one of the handle bars, and stepped away so that he could put it on the stand, remembering that Blaine was balancing the body, and that he was leaning on Blaine. Blaine turned and smile at him, "Hey."

"Hi."

"So, would you care to escort me to your place of residence, fine sir?" Blaine said in a cliché English accent, grinning.

"Why, of course." Kurt replied in an equally corny accent. He pressed a light kiss to Blaine's lips before smiling, and pulling his helmet on. Before Blaine had pulled his own helmet on, he quickly flipped up his visor and said "Actually, do we want to go to yours? Dad and Carole are in, and Rachel's round too, to see Finn."

Blaine raised his eyebrows, "What are you suggesting, my gentlemanly friend?" He had gone back to the corny English accent. Kurt rolled his eyes and shoved Blaine's arm lightly. He then climbed on to his bike, kicking the stand up, and felt Blaine settle on behind him. And then they were soon off in the direction of Blaine's home.

"And I said to him, I said – Blaine?" Mister Anderson said, his voice flat, but full of anger and disappointment when he said Blaine's name. Looking to his guests who were sat on the leather sofa, he said, "If you'll excuse me," calmly, rushing towards Blaine and Kurt where they were standing in the doorway of the cloakroom. Through gritted teeth, the burly man said "Blaine, we've guests; what are you doing here?"

"Umm, I'm sorry, umm, I didn't... I didn't know." Blaine stammered, looking down to his feet, and twiddling his thumbs awkwardly as did.

Mister Anderson simply said "You can show yourselves out.", and walked away, plastering a false grin on his face, and apologising to his guests.

Kurt looked to see Blaine worrying his lip. He linked their fingers, and whispered "Do you want to stay at mine tonight? I'm sure Dad won't mind." He picked up his and Blaine's helmets, and handed his boyfriend his, brushing away a tear with his thumb. The two walked our of the cold house after Blaine had smiled weakly at him, nodded, and put his helmet on.

Kurt stroked his fingers through Blaine's hair, smiling sadly down at the man that was laying between his legs with his head resting on his chest and his eyes closed (trying to hold back his tears, but Kurt didn't know that).

Blaine sniffed slightly, his face falling as he replayed the scene with his father in his head. Sure, his father had asked him to stay upstairs when they had guests over, but he had never thrown him out.

"Don't give him your tears."

Blaine hadn't realised he was crying until Kurt had said this. "I'm sorry." He muttered, scrubbing his hands across his eyes.

"You don't need to be sorry; I just don't want you to waste your tears on someone who's not worth it."

"I know. It's just... he's my dad, and he's ashamed of me being gay. It's not meant to be like that... he's meant to love me no matter what. I... I feel like I've let him down." Blaine was now sitting up between Kurt's legs, his knees against his chest.

"Don't you dare say that!"

The look on Kurt's face – the anger, annoyance, and hatred – it made Blaine feel like he was even more of a failure. He shrank in on himself a little more.

"Blaine, you haven't let him down. No, it was him, he let you down. He is a stupid man who's blinded by his fear and rejection of new things – different things – that he can't see what a wonderful, brilliant, fantastic sin he has. Don't let that feeble excuse of a man feel anything short of perfect." Kurt had shuffled forward and wrapped his arms around Blaine, pulling him against his chest protectively. "You're worth so much, Blaine – so, so much – don't ever let anyone convince you otherwise."

Blaine sniffed, "I kind of want to say that I hate being gay, but I won't, because I don't. If I wasn't gay, then I never would have had the chance to go out with you. I think... I think I hate that he's ashamed of me being gay. But... I won't change anything, not for anyone. I'll always stay with you. Always."

Kurt pulled his head back against his chest and began to press kisses in to the curly hair as Blaine started to silently cry again, shaking in his hold as he did. He felt a few tears slip down his own cheeks. Blaine's father shouldn't make him feel like this, he should nurture and cherish his only son – his only child – and treat him like he was his everything, not someone he merely tolerated. With a slight sigh, Kurt held Blaine as he cried, and whispered small things in his ear about how prefect and brilliant he was, but mostly about how much he loved him.

Burt and Carole left for work early that morning, both having to go in to work earlier than usual. Kurt smiled lightly at this. He had left Blaine in bed, still sleeping silently (the two had eventually fallen asleep after having a brief meal, Carole had agreed to let them eat in Kurt's room after she had seen how upset Blaine was). As Finn was sitting at the kitchen table eating his way through a bowl of cereal, Kurt went to sit opposite him, and got straight to his point: "Finn, I need you to tell everyone that I'm sick. Dad and Carole are working until gone four, so they won't know anything. Can you do that for me? Please?"

Finn furrowed his brow, "Why?"

"Because I need to look after Blaine."

Finn gasped, "Is he sick? Crap, I knew Mom shouldn't have asked me to help her cook. Do you want me to call a doctor? Shall I ge-"

"Finn, stop." Kurt rolled his eyes and sighed, "No, he's not sick, he just... he needs looking after, like how Rachel looks after you when you feel down, you know?"

Nodding, Finn said "Yeah. Yeah, I think so. And, sure, I'll do it."

"Thank you, Finn." Kurt smiled earnestly at his step-brother, and stood up, making his way back up the stairs to his room.

Kurt climbed in to bed, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist and holding him close. He felt Blaine snuggle a little deeper in to his hold.

"You're back."

Kurt's eyes shot open. He had thought that Blaine was still sleeping.

"Where did you go?"

"I just went to sort something out with Finn before he left."

Blaine shot up out of Kurt's hold, "Crap! I'm late!"

Kurt put his arms around Blaine, and pulled him back down, shushing him and saying "No, no, you're not. I texted Wes, and asked him to cover for you today at school, and he said he would."

Furrowing his brow at his boyfriend, Blaine asked "Why?"

"Because you need a day off." Upon seeing Blaine's questioning look, Kurt explained "You need to talk."

Blaine stared blankly at him. No, he didn't need to talk, he was fine. Talking would only make things worse.

"No, Blaine, you do. You bottle everything up, and I saw how you broke down yesterday." Kurt took a deep breath, "It's not healthy, Blaine. I'm only saying this because I care about you. I care about you, and... sometimes I worry." He exhaled heavily and put a hand on Blaine's thigh.

"Kurt, I'm fine. Honest. Yesterday... yesterday was... it was nothing." Blaine looked down at his lap, "You don't need to worry about me."

"No, I do. Because you won't, and if I don't, then... who will?"

"I don't need anyone to worry about me. No one did before, and I got by fine!" Blaine had begun to shout without even knowing her was doing it, "Why should it change now?"

"Blaine, why are you shouting at me? I'm only being concerned."

Blaine got off of the bed and exhaled angrily, "Because you're not listening to me!" His hand clutched at his hair, angrily pulling on it. "I've already told, I'm fine, I don't need someone to worry about me! When are you going to get that in to your head?" He threw his hands dramatically in to the air.

By now, Kurt was standing on the opposite side of the room, a hand planted firmly on his hip. "Why weren't you telling me this yesterday then, huh?" Why weren't you telling me this when I was holding you while you cried, or when I was having to convince you that he'd let you down, and not the other way round?" Kurt retorted, his voice equally as loud and full of anger.

Blaine faltered for a moment before saying "I'm telling you now!"

"Oh! Well, thank you, Blaine! Thank you very much, you're so fucking considerate!" Kurt flung his hands in to the air before sighing loudly and storming out of hi room, making sure to slam the door hard enough that he was positive some damage would be done to the hinges.

Kurt stormed though to the kitchen, kicking the table leg hard (Finn would scold him id he knew, but he would make sure to ice it later that night, with hopes of the swelling going down). Ignoring the harsh throbbing of his foot, that seemed the to be as equally painful as the one in his heart, Kurt leaned against the worktop, putting his hands on the edge and staring down at his feet, muttering numerous insulting curse words (in several different languages), under his breath in reference to Blaine.

"I'd feel better if you yelled all of that to my face," Blaine murmured, standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the lounge a few minutes later.

Kurt whipped around to face Blaine, bracing himself on the worktop.

Blaine's heart pretty much shattered at the look on Kurt's face: his eyes were red and glassy, thought there were no tell-tale tear tracks marring his creamy cheeks, but also hard and stoney, void of nay emotions other than hate and anger- it was no less than he deserved though. "Kurt, I'm s-"

"I don't want to hear it! Just... don't.! Kurt's voice broke on the last word.

Blaine's face crumpled slightly as he shrank back a little, "I know you don't, but...", he trailed off when Kurt narrowed his eyes, his lips forming a tight line.

Exhaling, Kurt looked Blaine directly in the eyes, "I honestly don't care right now. You were out of line, Blaine. I was only trying to help, and you threw it back in my face."

"I know, I know I did, and I'm s-" he stopped when Kurt frowned t him, "I regret that – so, so much – but I can't go back and change that; I don't care if you don't want to hear it, I'm sorry, yeah? I'm sorry I don't talk abut my feelings, I'm sorry I yelled at you, and I'm sorry I'm an awful boyfriend." Blaine had started crying, "I'm so sorry, really, I am, but... I don't want to lose you. Kurt, you mean everything to m,e, seriously, you're the reason I wake up, and the reason I go to sleep smiling each night.

"I hope that one day I'll be able to wake up next to you every day, and be able to tell people 'yeah, that guy over there, he's my husband'. Yes, Kurt, I want to marry you someday, I don't ever want to lose you; I would do anything to make I don't, I'll tell you everything if it means I get to keep you as my boyfriend." By the end of his 'speech', Blaine's face was shining with tears, his eyes were pink and puffy, and he was trembling all over. His breathing became more fast-paced and forced, as he clutched at the door frame, unsure of what was happening; it felt like his throat was closing up, like the walls were closing in on him. Everything began to lose focus and... just... sort of... go black... and then... there was nothing.

"Blaine?" Kurt bit his lip, rushing over to his boyfriend (they were still boyfriends, weren't they?), and quickly grabbing him as he began to slump against the door frame, his hands going limp, his eyelids closing, and his breathing slowing.

"Whu'?" Blaine mumbled, his eyelids fluttering slightly a moment later.

Kurt let out a breath of relief, and looked down to the man whose head was now resting in his lap (he'd taken him over to the couch and lain him down, sitting and resting his curly head on his lap). "Thank God you're okay." He gasped out.

"What?" Blaine looked at Kurt blearily, not sure if the argument had really happened.

Kurt stroked his fingers through the curly that hung loosely on Blaine's sweaty forehead. "You blacked out. I think you worked yourself up too much, and you just sort... went. I was worried about you." He smiled lightly down at the curly haired boy, seeing his eyes misted over with unshed tears.

"Thank you." When he saw Kurt quirk and eyebrow, he said "For caring... and... for not leaving."

"I could never leave, not even if you wanted me to."

"I don't!" Blaine said the minute Kurt had finished his sentence. "I love you, and I don't want you to leave, not ever."

Kurt rested a hand on Blaine's cheek, brushing his thumbs across the defined bone lightly, "I'm not going anywhere, calm down."

Ignoring Kurt's protests, Blaine sat up and positioned himself so that he was facing Kurt. He took his left hand and said "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for how I acted, I just... I don't usually talk about things that bother me, you know, but if you want me to then I'll talk to you, I'll tell you. I will, I promise.", he had started to absentmindedly rub his thumb where Kurt's fourth finger met the knuckle (Kurt had noticed, and was smiling lightly at the gesture).

"Did you mean everything you said, in the kitchen I mean?" Blaine smiled lightly and nodded, "Well, I'm glad. And you don't have to tell me, not unless you want to – I won't force you to."

Once again, Blaine nodded, "I know, but I think you're right: maybe I should talk about everything."

Kurt held Blaine as he cried once again, stroking his fingers through his hair and whispering small, reassuring words in to his ear. He had told him everything that was bothering him, from the small things to the big ones. Kurt had learned that Blaine's father still hadn't totally warmed up to the idea of his son being gay, he would often belittle his son when his wife was out and it was just the two of them (his mother had a little more decency than her husband, and was at least civil to her son); his grandmother (whom he was very close to), was ill in hospital, and the doctors didn't think she would make it to Christmas; he had slight paranoia that sometimes Kurt got tired of him, and would eventually leave (Kurt had reassured him that he didn't have any intentions of leaving); Blaine was also still quite hurt by how his father had treated him the previous day; and Blaine was also worried about how the workload at McKinley would be in comparison to that of Dalton. Blaine was basically worrying about everything, plus he was often reliving things that has happened to him in the past, and he felt that telling Kurt would be like giving him extra worries. The thing was that, well, it wasn't. Kurt would worry about Blaine whether he gave him a reason to or not. Having Blaine tell him was sort of a relief, in some twisted way, and now he could stop worrying about Blaine and try to cheer him up, to ease his troubles.

Saturday came around much too coon for Kurt's liking, and he suddenly found himself delaying his morning moisturising routine until later that day. With a yawn and a groan of good bye, Kurt followed Finn outside, getting in to the passenger side of his step-brother's truck. He was soon in The Land of Nod.

"Kurt, wake up!" Finn's voice and a shake to his shoulder pulled Kurt form his sleep.

"Wha'?" He mumbled, rubbing the heels of his hands over his eyes.

"Come on, we've got practise."

Football practise was something that Kurt could only describe as 'absolutely hilarious'. Watching the team practise that morning was like watching elephants do hopscotch. With half of the team falling over one another whilst trying to keep their eyes open, Kurt go the feeling that the practise would be about as beneficial as putting the the entire team in tutus and ballet pumps.

By the time it was over, Kurt was all but collapsing in to Finn's truck and passing out against the window. And when he arrived at home, he headed for his bedroom, sighing when he opened his door and saw Blaine laying on his bed. "I'll never be able to just fall on my bed and not squish you, will I?" When Blaine grinned and shook his head, he sighed once more, saying "Well, come on then. If I'm not going to get any sleep then I'm getting a blowjob in the shower."

Blaine frowned at Kurt in confusion. He was guessing that Kurt was tired and stressed (this usually caused his brain-to-mouth filter to malfunction, if you will). Shrugging, he nodded, getting off of the bed and following his boyfriend in to his ensuite bathroom.