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Author's Note: I put this up because I finished a paper I had to write and I was like yay, one less thing to worry about so I decided to update.
Hope you all enjoy this update!
Chapter 25:
When Burt finally came upstairs to Kurt's room, twenty minutes later, he found Kurt curled up on his bed, Blaine sitting across from him.
"It's not your fault," Blaine was saying.
"Yes it is, Blaine." Kurt sounded angry. "Finn wouldn't be in this situation if I hadn't come back to McKinley and given Karofsky the damn opertunity to do what he did!"
"Hey," Blaine sounded alarmed. "The only one who's at fault here is Karofsky. You did nothing to deserve that."
Kurt curled against his pillows, burying his face in it and letting out a muffled groan.
"Kurt," Blaine edged closer to the brunette but Kurt's head jerked up as he felt the movement on the mattress, and he stopped.
Burt cleared his throat, rapping lightly on the door to signal his presence. Blaine whispered something to Kurt, and then climbed off of the bed before walking over to him.
"How is he?" asked the elder Hummel.
Blaine cast an aprehensive look at his boyfriend over his shoulder.
"He's upset." he said in a low voice. "but it's not as bad as I thought it'd be."
Burt sighed.
"I figured. I'd tell him what Finn told me, but I don't want to upset him more."
"I can hear you, Dad, and I got the gist of what Finn said at dinner." called Kurt irritably. "Contrary to popular belief, I'm not going to break down every time someone says something directly or indirectly related to what happened to me."
Blaine turned and saw Kurt climbing off of the bed and attempting to fix his hair, which had become somewhat unstyled in the past ten or so minutes. He blushed a little.
"Sorry, I just -"
"I know, Blaine," said Kurt exasperatedly. "Can we either...I don't know, talk about something else, or...maybe you should go back to Dalton -"
Blaine looked hurt, and Burt surprised by Kurt's sudden mood swing.
"Kurt -" started Blaine.
The countertenor scowled.
"Blaine, you know I care about you, I just...I don't like people talking about me like I'm not there, and treating me like I'm going to fall apart. So please...just go back to Dalton. Let me calm down...I'll - I'll call you tomorrow..."
Blaine bit his lip, looking like he was going to protest. Burt placed a hand on his shoulder, and gave Kurt a look.
"We'll talk about this later. Blaine, I'll walk you to the door." he said.
Once downstairs, Blaine caught a glimpse of Finn back in the kitchen, shoveling down what was left of his dinner. Carole was with him, and she looked at Blaine questioningly when she caught the Dalton student's eye.
"I'll tell her what's going on," Burt muttered, making his way through the living room toward the front door. "I don't like the way Kurt's acting, but let him cool off. Okay?"
Blaine nodded.
"He could have reacted worse than that, Mr. Hummel." he said quietly. "and if the D.A. contacts your family -"
Burt shook his head.
"I know they will, Blaine," he said wearily, reaching up to remove his ball cap and adjust it before putting it back on his head. "and we'll deal with that. Okay?"
"Okay, Mr. Hummel."
When Burt returned upstairs, Kurt had his ipod playing softly, and was back on his bed, curled in a fetal position facing the wall.
"Kurt?"
His son didn't answer.
"Kurt." he tried again. "Look at me."
Kurt reluctantly rolled over, and Burt didn't miss the way he winced when his right hip hit the mattress.
"You okay?" It was a stupid question. He knew Kurt wasn't okay. Still, Burt didn't know what else to really say to the teenager.
Kurt nodded.
"I'm fine, Dad."
Burt sighed and crossed the room, sitting carefully on the stool that sat in front of Kurt's vanity.
"Don't lie to me, okay?" he said quietly. "I-I know it's been rough since...the hospital and everything, but you shouldn't be pushing us away. Especially Blaine." he paused. "You're all over the place with your moods, kid. I'm thinking that just trying to jump back in like nothing happened isn't helping."
Kurt's blue eyes, so like his mother's, darkened.
"No." he said forcefully. "I'm not insane, Dad. I'm not talking to a shrink."
"You don't have a choice." said Burt firmly. "In case you forgot, I'm the parent and you're the kid. Which means you should tell me that you're having a hard time dealing with all of this."
Kurt sat up, gripping the comforter of his bed tightly, lower lip trembling.
"I-I can deal with it." he begged. "Please - I - don't want you to -"
Burt held up a hand to stop him.
"I'm fine. I'm not going to have another heart attack if you tell me that stuff's bothering you, Kurt." he sighed. "I'm setting up appointments tomorrow." he got up carefully and made his way to the door. "I love you kid."
Kurt nodded.
"Love you too."
"Kurt?"
"Yes?"
Burt sighed.
"When you get a chance, call Blaine and apologize."
"I will."
So he wasn't suspended?
Kurt shook his head, adjusting his newly fixed cell phone against his ear. He'd meant to call Blaine sooner, but he'd had his first session with 'the shrink', Dr. Leah George, a woman he detested. Of course he had already exhausted the first half hour of their conversation ranting about her.
Blaine hadn't seemed to mind.
Thankfully, Figgins hadn't suspended Finn after the whole fight with the other jocks, though the same couldn't be said for Puck.
Even Kurt had protested the principal's decision to send him back to juvie.
Puck's probation officer declined, and within twenty minutes, Kurt had watched him escorted out of McKinley.
What bothered him was the fact that Puck had actually looked terrified when he left Figgins' office.
Though he did need to cut the conversation off at some point as he needed to start on his moisturizing routine.
"No, he has two weeks worth of detention, thanks to Dad and Carole, but Puck was sent back to juvie."
Blaine sighed.
He and Kurt had been on the phone for over an hour as the countertenor filled him in on the outcome of the fight.
That really sucks. Um...you haven't been contacted about Karofsky's trial yet, have you?
Kurt frowned, his grip on his cell phone tightening slightly as he tried to figure out an outfit for the next school day.
"Nope. Did you? And I meant to ask you...is your shoulder okay? I know you said you were getting it checked out -"
Doctor used those stitches that disolve once it heals. I haven't really noticed it to tell you the truth, but it feels fine, he says it's healing up well.
Kurt smiled as he pulled a navy button down from his closet and then moved to his dresser, pulling out a pair of True Religion skinny jeans.
"I'm glad...but you didn't answer my question; did you get contacted for Karofsky's trial?"
Blaine sighed, and Kurt sat down slowly on his bed.
"Blaine?"
I did. he said reluctantly. By the District Attorney. I didn't want to worry you.
Kurt rolled his eyes and reached for his ipod, settling it in the docking station and selecting a song.
"Blaine, we already established that I'm not going to break every time something happens that's Karofsky related." he said exasperatedly. "I -"
Hey, I have a right to be concerned. I am your boyfriend.
Kurt smiled faintly. Yes, Blaine was, and Kurt felt extremely lucky for that. He'd go insane if he didn't have Blaine's support right now.
"I'm sorry about the way I acted when you came over for dinner." he said. "I didn't mean to push you away."
It's alright.
"Would you want to get coffee this weekend?" Kurt asked hopefully, sliding his school bag next to his bedside table with his foot.
Sure! I'll meet you at the Lima Bean -
Kurt grinned and got back up, grabbing his pajamas out of his closet (there was no way he'd ever put them in his dresser. The wrinkles would take forever to press out).
"Uh-uh, Anderson, I'm picking you up. I'll be at Dalton around four on Saturday." he glanced at the clock.
"Kurt! Ten more minutes then tell Blaine good night!" His father called, rapping loudly on his bedroom door.
"Okay Dad!"
He heard Blaine laugh.
I should go anyway. I have a test in Geometry tomorrow morning...and I'm just guessing, but you haven't done your moisturizing routine yet, have you?
Kurt laughed.
"Nope." he sighed. "Good night, Blaine."
Good night, Kurt.
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