I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! I told you i would have the story yesterday, but here i am this afternoon finally finishing it. :( i've let you guys down once again. Forgive me?
And please please please give me prompts... it was so hard coming up with this one, and i'm still trying to figure out all of what will happen today. so please... prompts would be lovely. :D
"So I'm curious... How do you expect to make Valentine's Day better than last night," I asked, wrapping my arms around his waist, pulling him close.
He only smirked and kissed my cheek. "That's for me to know, and you to find out."
"And what would that be, Mr. Anderson?"
"Oh no no no. That information is classified."
I pouted a little bit, but he only shook his head. I gave up and turned to the door to walk down to breakfast.
"Hey kid, Carole and I are going to the store. Need anything?" My dad asked as I turned the corner. He was pulling his jacket on by the door, Carole holding the knob impatiently.
I shook my head and smiled. "I'm fine." I turned to see Blaine directly behind me. "Want anything?"
He shook his head. "Morning." He said facing my parents.
"Morning, sweetheart. Are you sure you don't want anything?" Carole asked, turning the knob and opening the door slightly.
"No I'm good. Thanks though!"
They both nodded and left, closing the door quietly behind them.
Before I could turn around, his arms snaked over my stomach, resting his chin on my shoulder and rocking us slowly. I closed my eyes, holding onto his arms.
"Mmmm, so what do you want to do today?" He hummed in my ear before pressing a kiss to my neck.
I shrugged. "Stay right here all day?"
He spun me around, never loosening his grip he had around my waist. I felt his hands interlock behind my back as he leaned in, lips meeting mine. My arms went up and crossed over his shoulders loosely. I didn't dare close my eyes.
He pulled away, almost reluctantly, and leaned his head against mine.
"Are you scared?" He whispered so quietly I almost didn't hear him, his voice full of concern.
"Not of you... Just... The memories that come whenever I close my eyes."
He grabbed my hands and leaned back so he could look directly at me. His fingers twisted and turned with mine, his hazel eyes never leaving my blue ones.
"I love you Kurt. So much." He paused and closed his eyes as if that would help the words flow from his mind to his lips. He opened them once more. "Kurt, I want you to have all of the happiness in the world. You deserve nothing less." He took a deep breath before continuing. "I hate seeing you like this; scared, hurt, nervous all of the time."
I looked down at my feet at this, slightly embarrassed that he had noticed. He only put his fingers under my chin, forcing me to look at him. His hazel eyes were glistening in the light, tears threatening to push through.
"I am willing to do anything to help you. I want to help to make this better. But the only way I can do that is if you tell me the truth and let me in. Will you do that for me?"
I nodded, tears threatening to push through my own blue eyes. His hand came up and cradled my cheek, swiping my cheekbone as tears came down.
"It's going to be hard, but I do know that I need to have my friends, especially right now," I said, my voice breaking ever so slightly.
The phone rang, breaking the moment. Finn was at Rachel's so we couldn't expect for him to answer.
Blaine held up a finger, motioning me to stay, before making his way into the kitchen.
"Hello, Hummel residence."
After that there was silence. For about five minutes I heard nothing but stern whispering and silence. Curiosity got the best of me, and I wandered into the kitchen to see Blaine leaning against the counter, one hand supporting him the other having a firm grip on the phone, his head bent down low.
"No you listen to me. There is no way in hell that he is going to see Kurt." He paused. "I don't really care. That bastard hurt him, more than physically. He is not going to have anything more done to him by that fucking Karosfky."
I made my way over to him, placing a hand on his back. He jumped a little and looked at me with worried eyes. He shook his head when I held out my hand for the phone. I gave him a pleading look, and he sighed, handing the phone over to me. He walked away, pacing the floor.
"Hello, this is Kurt. May I ask who is calling?"
"Oh hello. Uhh, this is Ted Brown, Mr. Karofsky's lawyer."
I froze. I figured it would be him, but I didn't want it to be.
He continued. "Mr. Karofsky has requested speaking to you. He really needs to tell you something."
I was still frozen in shock, and this only made it worse. What more could he want from me?
"Alright, when can I see him?"
I looked to Blaine who had frozen in his spot and turned quickly around to face me with wide eyes. I held up my hand, telling him to wait.
"Oh thank god. He hasn't stopped asking me since I met him a few days ago. He's here at the jail so whenever you're ready. It would be great if you could come today."
"I'll be there in an hour." I said, my voice monotone, my eyes still fixed on Blaine.
"Great! Just go to the front desk and they'll tell you what to do."
I said a thank you and goodbye before hanging up, my eyes never leaving Blaine who was still frozen in his place, his eyes full of shock.
"You cannot be serious. Kurt, you've had nightmares because of this guy."
I nodded. "I know Blaine, but I think it will bring me closure. After this I won't see him again. I just... I need this to help me move on."
Blaine looked down at his shoes, crossing his arms over his chest. I walked over to him as he started talking again.
"I don't like it. I don't think it's a good idea."
I rubbed his arms a little, bending my head down a bit to see if I could catch his eyes. I did and he looked up.
"You don't have to like it," I said softly. "Didn't you just say that you would help me in any way you can?"
He rolled his eyes and nodded, possibly hating me for using his words against him.
"I think this will help. I want you to be right there the whole time. Can you do that for me?"
He unwrapped his arms and placed them around my waist.
"I'd do anything for you."
The cold air hit me as though I was just thrown against an ice wall as we stepped out of the car. He came around to the passenger door and took my hand in his, instantly warming it up.
"You sure? It's not too late."
I had thought about it the whole way and I promised myself that I wouldn't back down.
I nodded, taking a step forward and walking toward the door, my hand having a death grip on his. He only squeezed right back, a gentle yet forceful assurance that he was right there.
He held the door open for me as we entered. The walls were plain, no color to them at all, with papers hanging from them. A few people sat and waited on the chairs, some leaned over, some having their heads against the wall. As we walked up to the counter, the woman was unexpectedly cheerful.
"Well hello boys! What brings you here today?"
I opened my mouth to talk but no sound came out. Luckily, Blaine caught this.
"Uhhh we're here to see David Karofsky."
She nodded and turned to me. "You must be Kurt," she said with a sad smile. I only nodded.
She had us write our names on a piece of paper and she gave us both ID badges.
An officer led us down a long hallway that I thought would never end. Memories of my nightmares came into my mind and I gripped Blaine's hand tighter, my eyes probably wide with fear.
"You alright?" He whispered in my ear. I could only nod.
The officer held a door open for us and we walked in. directly to the right was plexiglass sitting on a counter, shelves dividing each of them into their own little stations. To the left was an empty area, extra chairs stacked in a corner, two or three large windows covering the otherwise blank walls. The officer motioned for us to sit. As he went to get Blaine a chair, Blaine motioned him away, his way of saying that it wasn't necessary. He stood directly behind me, his hands massaging the knots in my shoulder.
He leaned down close to my ear. "Everything's going to be fine. Just let me know when you want to leave and we will." I nodded as he kissed my cheek.
A door on the other side opened and in walked Karofsky, being held by an even larger officer. Another man walked slightly in front of him. I tensed slightly as he came closer.
"Hello, I'm Ted, I talked to you on the phone?" The man said into the phone that connected us, as he sat. I only nodded.
Ted handed the phone over to Karofsky when he had settled in his own chair.
There were dark circles under his eyes, his cheekbone showing more than before. His clothes hung a little baggier. Instead of acting tougher and larger, his presence gave a sense of a small mouse who just wanted to cower in a corner.
"H-hi Kurt."
"Hello… you wanted to talk?" I said, trying to sound
He nodded as he looked above me to Blaine. I didn't bother to look back to see what he was doing. I knew he had on a glare, his fingers tightening the hold he had on the back of the chair.
"Kurt… I wanted to- to apologize. I-I was wrong… I was more than wrong." He paused and ran a hand over his face. "God, uhh I know that there is nothing I can say that will make it better, but I wanted you to know that I am sorry."
I nodded after he had paused for awhile. "I know." I said softly.
"I'm sorry, I need to go." Blaine whispered in my ear before bolting out of the room. I looked after him, wanting to follow him, but also wanting to ask the boy in front of me questions. I chose the latter, knowing Blaine needed time.
"Why?" I asked.
He looked up, his sad eyes meeting mine. He looked to his lawyer and back to me. "Kurt… I love you. I honestly love you."
I tried to hold in my sharp intake of breath, but it came anyway. It wasn't that I was shocked. I had figured that for awhile now. But him saying it… it just tore my life in half.
"But why would you stoop to that level? Why not tell me, take the rejection and move on?"
"BECAUSE I COULDN'T TAKE ANYMORE REJECTION, ALRIGHT?" as he yelled, I almost jumped out my seat. He was now breathing heavily in his seat, his eyes on the distant wall to his right. "I was pissed alright? My dad didn't take me coming out all that well… he threatened to kick me out… luckily my mom stepped in on that one. Kurt, I haven't talked to my dad since the day he sent me back to McKinley. He doesn't love me… he never did." He said softly, turning his focus back onto me.
I sighed and leaned forward in my chair. "I'm really sorry that happened to you, David. I really am. But that doesn't excuse you from almost raping me. I really thought that we could push everything aside from last year and work it out. I could have helped you through it. My dad would have helped as well. I'm just sorry that didn't happen."
"I am too," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
We sat there in an awkward silence before the wonderful officer freed me, saying time was up. Before he got up to leave I quickly spoke.
"Dave… I am sorry about what happened with your dad. I'll come back sometime." I said without even thinking about what was coming out of my mouth. He only nodded, hanging up the phone and walking out of the room.
I quickly got up and whipped out my phone.
Where did you go? I'm ready to leave. –Kurt
I walked down the hall and to the front desk quickly.
"Did you see the man I was with come out?"
The woman nodded. "Yes, he told me to tell you to go on without him and he would be back later." The woman set some keys in front of me. My hands shook as they grasped hold of them.
I nodded slowly before turning, and walking to the door and out to my car.
I sat in the driver's seat, and put the key in the ignition, turning it to start the car. I looked to my phone one last time, hoping for a text message or an incoming call.
Nothing.
I put the car in drive, and drove out of the lot and into traffic. It was lunch time now and I was starving, but I didn't feel like eating. I had no appetite after that conversation.
Ten minutes later, I pulled into my driveway, seeing that no one else was home. I got out of my car and practically ran to the front door, hoping that Blaine would be on the other side. As I opened the door and took a look inside, I saw that he wasn't.
"Kid, he's fine. I'm sure of it."
It was now dinner time and no one had heard a word from him since he left the building. I had paced the kitchen floor for hours, probably making an indent in the floor. My arm was crossed over my middle, the other propped up against it, my face resting in the palm.
"He should have called. Why hasn't he called?" I asked, never looking away from the floor.
A hand touched my arm and I jumped. I turned to see Carole, worry in her eyes.
"Kurt, I'm sure he's fine. If he's not home by curfew, we'll go look for him. I'm sure he just needs some time. Come, have dinner with us. You skipped lunch, you must be starving."
I shook my head. "I had lunch," I murmured, this being a lie.
I looked away, continuing to pace. Luckily they didn't push.
It was ten. My parents were in the other room watching television, Finn in his room playing video games, me still in the kitchen pacing.
I heard the door open and I darted to it like there was no tomorrow.
There he stood in a wife beater tank, a grey jacket loosely hung over his shoulders and red sweatpants. He was dripping with sweat, the gel from his hair gone, and his curls loose. He was breathing heavily, as if he had just finished running a marathon. He stared at me blankly.
"Blaine?"
He shook his head, moving past me and up to his room. As the door slammed upstairs, I looked behind me to see my parents standing in the kitchen, having seen this whole exchange.
"Good night," I whispered silently.
"Good night kiddo."
I went up the stairs slowly, giving him enough time to change, or something. I stood in front of his door, my hand raised to knock. Finally I mustered up enough courage and I knocked softly on the wood.
"Go away!" The voice on the other side yelled, almost breaking in the middle.
"Blaine? Sweetheart, it's just me."
I heard him get up from his bed and lean heavily against the door.
"Please Kurt… just go away. I don't want to talk right now." He said softly through the closed door.
I leaned my forehead against the door, and put my hand up against it.
"I love you Blaine. Text me when you're ready… or just go to my room. Whatever you want to do."
I stood there for a few moments, wondering if he would answer me. At least a simple "ok" would be fine with me. But I stood up straighter and started to walk to my own room. I was only two inches away from the door when I heard it.
The voice was small and soft, and if I had been any farther I wouldn't have heard it. But the fact that I did made my heart leap with joy.
"I love you too, Kurt."
*Backs into a corner* Please don't hurt me! I know you probably have unforgiven me and are now plotting what you will say in your death threat reviews...
but fear not! I will have the next chapter up by midnight tonight. I pinkie promise. :D
so please push the anger aside until you read the next chapter. :D
