hey, we r having a new years party this weeks at rachels, want to come?
Kurt stared at his phone screen. Mercedes had just texted him a few minutes ago, and he didn't know how to respond. Usually on New Year's Eve, Kurt would spend the night with his family (which usually just consisted of him and his Dad counting down the clock to midnight before Burt married Carole and the family expanded,) but he knew that since he was older now, Burt wouldn't be opposed to letting Kurt go out to a party.
It's just that Kurt still didn't mention Blaine to any of his friends yet.
It's not that Kurt was embarrassed of Blaine, and God knew that Blaine wasn't embarrassed of Kurt. But Kurt knew that the glee club would be. It's funny. The glee club had a reputation of being accepting and full of diversity, but it seemed to Kurt that every time the club he was apart of could find even just a scrape of something even lower on the social food chain than themselves, they would criticize it and spit on it as if it were a bug. Kurt loved being apart of the singing and dancing aspect of the club, but as for being a hypocrite? He tended to stay away from that stuff.
Still. They were going to judge Blaine. His dark clothing and unruly hair, his burning gaze and foul mouth. And it didn't seem fair to Kurt. There were two different types of Blaine's: the kind where he was being a reckless teenage boy and he was inconsiderate towards others, and the kind where he was affectionate and spoke with words of wisdom about books and life and love. Kurt's friends were going to completely look past that and see only one side, because their expectations of a sparkling, adorable, lovable and sugary sweet boyfriend for Kurt would be demolished. Well, you can't get everything you want in this world.
"What's that?" Blaine asked from behind Kurt, who was sitting on his stomach across his bed.
Kurt huffed out some air from his nose. "What would you think of a party with only about twelve to thirteen people?"
"Shit," Blaine responded immediately without even hesitating. He then flopped down on the bed next to Kurt on his back. He crossed his arms behind his head in a relaxed pose. "Why?"
"Because I got invited to a New Year's party by my-"
"Christmas-caroler allies?" Blaine interrupted with a quirk of his eyebrow.
Kurt shot him a glare, although Blaine was somewhat true. "No. The glee club."
"I figured. So what's the problem?"
"The problem is you, Blaine. Not like, you you - but them and you together in the same room when they don't even know we're together."
Blaine shrugged, completely indifferent. "You do know that Puck is probably 100% sure we're together, right?"
"Puck knows?" Kurt asked incredulously. Out of all the people to find out some of the juicy gossip, it's Puck?
"He's probably the only other person a school that I've talked to in a non-violent way other than you," Blaine said with a yawn. Kurt briefly remembered when Puck had pointed out his uncovered hickey in the middle of glee club, and Kurt shook his head. Puck could be a little rough and loud sometimes, but he wouldn't try to break Kurt and Blaine up by convincing him otherwise like his other friends would. Puck would for sure tease Kurt about it and make a lot of sex jokes (as Santana probably would as well) but unlike Mercedes, Tina, and especially Rachel, he wouldn't attempt to try and talk him out of dating Blaine or say what a "bad guy" Blaine was. Because quite frankly, they weren't in the right position to be making accusations like that. Had they been the ones dating Blaine for three months?
"I want to bring you," Kurt murmured, "and I want them to get to know you, but they're all so naive sometimes that it drives me up the wall. It's not fair how they are allowed to express their individuality and kiss whoever they want, but suddenly when anything good happens to me, I have to hide it since everyone just wants to jump on it and smash it to pieces. And I'm totally turning into one of those girls on my 'my super-sweet-sixteen,' but if you haven't noticed, not a lot of good things happen to me."
Blaine stared at his boyfriend intently and a bit sadly. Was a little bit of shameless flaunting about who you love to the world really such a crime? It was bad enough that Kurt was a gay student who wouldn't even be able to express his love in public anyway, but now, his only group of friends was going to judge Kurt's partner based on the content of his character (or at least, what they assumed about his character) instead of his gender. It's like as soon as Kurt found some people who wouldn't judge him, they do anyway, but for different things this time. Kurt couldn't have it easy, it seemed, and it showed on his face as he continued to stare at the screen.
"We can go," Blaine declared from a sudden out burst of bravery. "Screw them."
Kurt looked to him in disbelief. "Are you sure? The girls are going to nag the hell out of you, Blaine."
Blaine rolled onto his side and propped his head up with one elbow. "I really don't give a shit, Kurt. If you want to go, I'll end up going too. New Years Eve, a party, getting drunk with you? That sounds like a damn good time to me."
Kurt smiled slightly. "I don't care either. But like I said. It's not fair."
"Whatever you want," Blaine reassured. "I've never actually been to a party with a date before. I wonder what you would look like drunk. And naked."
Kurt flushed, but snorted at the same time. "I'm not getting drunk."
"I picture you as the laughy-giggly kind of drunk. Ooh, or a blabber mouth kind of drunk. Then you can expose all your secrets to me, and if I ask you, you'll tell me how many times a day you masterba-"
"Blaine," Kurt's face fell into the pillow in front of him, and Blaine laughed.
"Sorry. I'm just saying."
Kurt went quiet for a moment before saying, "I want you to be at peace with my friends. But they're not easy to live with at first."
"I'm sure most of them, if not, all of them, have done something stupid and fucked up that they don't want anyone to know about," Blaine began. "Well, that's just like me, except I've made multiple mistakes, and unlike them, I don't give a fuck about who knows it."
Kurt smiled for real this time.
"So let's go to this party," Blaine said. 'Let's listen to them nag, and let's get drunk and make out on the floor for everyone to see, and let's not care what they think, because this is you and me, not us and them."
Kurt lay his ear on the mattress, just staring at Blaine and wondering how on earth this many emotions and different pathways could be loaded into just one person.
"Okay," Kurt replied after a moment of silence, "I'll tell Mercedes."
"And hey," Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear, "Just because you hate it when your friends drive you up the wall, doesn't mean I can't." And then Kurt laughed, shoving Blaine off of the bed so that he landed with a soft thump on the carpeted floor, his curls bouncing as he landed and a chuckle escaping his lips.
AN: Short chapter this time. More coming later. Has anyone heard that post on tumblr where someone took a Mandy Moore song and lowered the pitches so that it sounded like a Klaine duet? Oh my god, it was amazing. I listen to it pretty much every day. I'm pretty sure it's not a recent post, though. I just came to it late.