Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of these characters… if I did, Karofsky wouldn't exist anymore, Jesse wouldn't have been such an asshole (albeit one I believe legitimately fell for Rachel), and there would be a LOT more Blaine.
A/n: HOLY CRAP… 100+ reviews? Are y'all kidding me? I've only had ONE story break 100 before, and that took 28 chapters! Thank you all SO much for your reviews and comments; they're helping keep me focused on this story, and it's definitely helping y'all get chapters faster.
Oh, and this chapter is going to have a little more of Kurt's perspective at the end, mostly because I'm not sure how to write the scene in the dean's office…
Monday morning came too early for Blaine. He sighed as he combed his hair into place, doing his best to keep his wild curls in check for class. Not that he was sure he was going to go to class at all that day; his father was supposed to be driving over to talk to the dean of students in person about the incident with Logan, and Blaine had a feeling that he was going to be pulled into that conversation before long. Blaine shrugged on his blazer as he heard someone knocking on his door.
"Come in," Blaine called, adjusting his tie in the mirror on his closet door and making sure that he looked okay. Blaine smiled as he felt two arms wrapping around his waist and saw a pale face leaning on his shoulder.
"You look good… is your dad still coming today?"
"As far as I know. Is it bad that I'm more nervous about having to go talk to my dad and the dean than I was about sectionals?" Blaine asked, turning around and wrapping his arms around Kurt without breaking the younger boy's grip around his waist.
"We should get down to breakfast… it's getting late." Blaine just nodded leaning in for a short, sweet kiss before he picked up his messenger bag and put an arm back around the younger boy's waist as they started out of the room and down to the dining hall where the majority of the school's population was already eating breakfast. Blaine and Kurt got their plates and slid into their usual places across the table from Wes and David.
"Dude, calm down," David said, motioning towards Blaine's fingers that wouldn't lay still; he was tapping his fingers pretty much constantly, mostly out of nervousness. Blaine pulled his free hand into his lap where none of his friends could see it.
"I can't believe you're this freaked out about your dad coming to visit…" Wes began.
"It's not that he's coming to visit… it's that he's going to freak out when he sees the bruise." Blaine looked down at his shaking hand as he felt Kurt grab hold of it in an attempt to help him calm down.
"It doesn't look that bad…" Kurt began.
"It's practically black, Kurt… that's pretty damn bad."
Blaine glanced up as he saw someone walk up next to him, sighing as he saw Owen standing there with a note in his hand.
"Dean McWhirter wants to see you in his office, Blaine." Blaine felt Kurt squeeze his hand as Blaine put down his fork and stood up, picking up his bag and putting his plate away before he started down the long hallway towards the administration offices. Blaine wasn't thinking as he crumpled the note in his hand as he walked. He took a deep breath and did his best to calm down before he knocked on the office door.
"Come in, Blaine."
Kurt couldn't help but anxiously watch the clock through his classes. He was worried about Blaine, especially given how worried the older boy had been about the prospect of having to meet with the dean.
"Mr. Hummel, if you're not going to pay attention to the lecture then I'm afraid that I have to ask you to leave class until you're prepared to actually learn something." Kurt looked up, surprised that he had been that distracted from class; normally he noticed when someone called his name.
"I'm sorry, sir… it won't happen again…"
"It had better not." Kurt did his best to refocus on the class at hand, but he was having a hard time keeping focused given how worried he was about what was going on in the Dean's office. At least the teacher didn't seem to notice that Kurt still wasn't really paying attention to anything that was going on, at least not until class was ending. "Mr. Hummel, can I speak with you for a moment?"
Kurt bit his lip as he gathered his things; Mr. Lenox was known for not only being hard as hell, but for also being next to impossible to deal with. Kurt walked up to the teacher's desk as the rest of the class left the room to go to lunch.
"Mr. Hummel, is there a problem?"
"I'm just a little distracted today, Sir. It really won't happen again, I promise."
"See that it doesn't. I'll expect you to be on task from now on." Kurt released the breath he had been involuntarily holding; he hadn't realized it until that point. "And Mr. Hummel…" Kurt looked up again as the man called his name. "Don't spread it around that I didn't punish you. I have an image to maintain at this school."
"Yes, sir," Kurt replied, smiling slightly. He quickly wiped the smile off his face as he left the classroom, in search of Blaine. It had been hours since Blaine had been called into the dean's office, and Kurt felt pretty sure that Blaine should have been out of the meeting by now. Kurt's first stop was Blaine's history classroom; Wes and David came out right about the time Kurt walked up, and Wes immediately shook his head.
"He didn't make it to class… he hasn't been in any classes yet today." Kurt sighed, turning around almost immediately and running back towards the dorms. He checked the dining hall on his way there, noting that Blaine was nowhere to be seen. Kurt knocked on the door of the older boy's dorm room, a little concerned when the only response he got was a groan.
"Blaine? You in there?" Kurt slowly opened the door a crack, sticking his head into the room until he could see Blaine's bed. The older boy was laying face down on the bed, his face buried in the crook of his elbow. "Blaine?"
"Kurt?" Kurt could see the flash of pain as Blaine rolled over and moved his arm away from his face for a moment. "Is class over already?"
"It's lunchtime. Are you okay?" Kurt walked into the room, closing the door behind him out of habit. He walked over towards the bed, watching as the older boy pulled his arm over his face again, hiding his eyes.
"Just a headache… I'm just trying to sleep it off," Blaine replied. Kurt sat down on the floor next to the bed, reaching up and gently rubbing the older boy's elbow as he watched his face for a few moments. Kurt let his hand slide up the older boy's arm and shoulder until he was gently massaging the boy's scalp, hoping it would help him relax. "You should go eat, go to your afternoon classes."
"You should see the nurse about your headache," Kurt replied. His fingers were breaking through the bonds formed by the older boy's hair gel as he gently massaged the boy's scalp, being gentle around the edges of the scar Blaine had shown him before.
"It's nothing… I just need to sleep."
"I Googled. Headaches can be a bad sign with your condition…"
"Yeah, I know. If it's still bad when classes are over I'll go see a doctor," Blaine replied, rolling over onto his side so that he was facing Kurt. Kurt pulled his hand away from the older boy's hair as Blaine opened his eyes and flinched. Kurt sighed, already starting to worry about Blaine's physical health as much as he had been worrying about the older boy's mental health. "I'm okay."
"You're not okay… you're in pain."
"It's really not that bad… I've had a lot worse."
"But if it gets worse…"
"I'll text you and get you to take me to the doctor. Seriously, Kurt… I don't think it's anything to worry about. It doesn't feel like that kind of headache." Kurt smiled slightly at the older boy as he reached out to pull Kurt closer so they could share a quick kiss. "Go to class… I promise, I'll text you if anything happens."
"I still have twenty minutes before class," Kurt replied, standing up. He gently pushed Blaine onto his back and then lifted the older boy's upper body so that he could sit down on the bed. Then Kurt carefully let the older boy lean back against his lap. Kurt started gently rubbing the older boy's temples, not saying a word. It was sort of nice, being able to just touch Blaine without it being anything remotely sexual.
"What are you doing?"
"When I was little, my dad would do this for my mom when she had headaches. It helped her relax so she could sleep it off." Kurt moved his hands lower, gently rubbing the tense muscles on the back of his boyfriend's neck and then down to his shoulders. It didn't take long before he could hear the older boy's breathing change, becoming slower and deeper as Blaine fell asleep. When he was convinced that the older boy was asleep, Kurt gently moved so that he could leave for class, covering Blaine with a blanket before he left.