A/N Thank you all so much for supporting this story, it means a great deal. Well, let's carry on with the whole Kurt storyline arc then.
I don't own Glee or, surprise surprise, the characters either. Or the song...
Chapter Twenty Nine
Finn closed the door behind him of the practise room he had dragged Kurt into, and whipped around to his little brother, an accusing look on his face.
"Ok dude, you are going to tell me what the hell is going on. Why did Blaine just say you raped him? I mean, what the hell Kurt?" Finn yelled at his brother in confusion and frustration, and a little anger.
"I didn't do it. I swear Finn. I came back a few weeks ago and we had sex together. That's all. Then when I went home I tried keeping in touch, but Blaine didn't reply to anything I sent him. I never touched him in that way Finn." Kurt adamantly responded, crossing his arms and looking daggers at his larger brother.
"Then why does Blaine say you did? Why would he lie Kurt? What possible reason would he have for lying?" Finn asked his brother, coming to sit beside him and sighing loudly.
"I have no idea Finn. Do you think if I knew that I would be sitting here feeling as confused as you look." Kurt snapped back icily.
"Well what are you going to do?" Finn demanded of his brother. Sometimes he just didn't understand what went on in Kurt's head at all. When Kurt gave him another glare, Finn wondered briefly if Blaine had actually been telling the whole truth and Kurt was too ashamed to say what had happened. That it wasn't just some misunderstanding. He just couldn't tell. Kurt seemed genuine enough, but he was a very good actor when he wanted to be.
"I really don't know Finn." Kurt finally replied to his brothers question.
"Maybe you should tell your dad..." Finn started to suggest when Kurt fiercely cut him off, hissing at his brother.
"No! And don't you dare tell him either Finn. I won't forgive you if you do. Look I'll try to get Blaine on his own so I can talk to him about this whole stupid mess."
"Are you sure that's a good idea? He looked really pissed at you..." Finn mumbled, starting to feel very conflicted in his emotions. He really needed to talk to someone about this and if it wasn't Burt then he guessed it would be either his mum or Mr Shue. Since Mr Shue was on hand, he decided on Mr Shue.
"I have to try Finn, at the very least." Kurt rubbed at his temples, closing his eyes. "I think I'll just go to the hotel for tonight though." Kurt got up, saying goodbye to Finn and leaving in a subdued manner. Once Finn was sure that Kurt was gone he got up slowly and made his way reluctantly to where Mr Shue was having his meeting with the other staff members. Knocking on the door before sticking his head round, Finn saw a whole table of teachers staring straight at him, causing him to gulp quickly and splutter.
"Um Mr. Shue. I really need to talk to you."
"Alright Finn. Wait in my office. We're nearly done here." Mr Shue stated authoritatively, still in meeting mode.
Finn ambled along to Mr Shue's office and slumped down in one of the seats, chewing his lips as he thought up what to say to his old teacher. When Mr Shue arrived, Finn felt a huge sense of relief. Mr Shue would know exactly what to do.
"So, what's going on Finn? Did you get some trouble from the kids or something?" Mr Shue asked reluctance in his voice.
"Well... I'm not sure how to start..." Mr Shue frowned at Finn's obvious unwillingness to tell him, shutting the door with a loud click.
"You can tell me anything Finn, you know that." Mr Shue soothed Finn, sitting down next to his friend and patting him on the shoulder, a look of deep concern etched on his face.
"Ok..." And with that Finn launched into his rehearsed speech.
The next day Blaine sat in his classes, trying not to think about what had happened yesterday in glee. Everybody had been as silent as the grave this morning at breakfast and Blaine didn't know what to do. They were already treating him differently. He didn't want their pity or sympathy, he just wanted them to treat him how they had before. But that was impossible now and it had been his own fault. He had been so incensed that he hadn't been thinking clearly and now every other person in glee and probably further afield knew about what had happened to him. When he saw Mr Shue enter the room, his chest tightened and he groaned lowly to himself. He really didn't want to talk about this with him, he didn't want to talk about it with anyone. He admired Mr Shue, he was an inspiring teacher, but this was a very private thing to have happened to him and he didn't really want to discuss it with him. It had been hard enough talking about it to Sam, let alone anyone else.
As he saw Mr Shue talk softly to his geography teacher he almost groaned aloud a second time. He was going to be pulled out of class. The thing he least wanted to happen. He just wanted everything to go back to normal. Why couldn't they all just leave it alone? Mr Shue walked along to his desk and knelt down beside him, a look of pity all over his face.
"Blaine can you pack your things. I need to talk with you in my office. I'll be waiting outside." Blaine, his face falling at having to relive what happened to him yet again, nodded woefully and got his things together slowly, wasting as much time as possible. Thad gave him a sympathetic look as well as Artie and he gave them a small, watery smile in return. The smile not reaching his eyes. Blaine shuffled out of class and followed Mr Shue reluctantly to his office, closing the door behind him and sighing as he tiredly took a seat opposite Mr Shue. He was so tired of all of this, he needed a break.
"Blaine, Finn told me what happened yesterday. He's really worried, about you and Kurt both. He tells me that Kurt denies everything that you suggested happened. I have talked to Kurt and I told him that I needed to hear your side of the story before I did anything else. Blaine, I know you may not want to talk about this, but I'm afraid you're going to have to tell me and I'm obligated to inform your parents and the police about whatever may have happened to you." Blaine paled at Mr Shue mentioning both his parents and the police. He really wanted to move on, not have to go through this over and over again. If the police got involved, it would drag out for a long time to come.
"Blaine, please? You may find that this will help in the long term, even if you don't want to do this now. Do you understand what I'm saying." Blaine nodded sadly and proceed to tell his tale of woe, Mr Shue's face going from sympathetic to shocked to angry as the tale proceeded.
"Thank you for telling me Blaine. I will need to talk with Sebastian and Richard as well then to confirm your side of the story. I don't have any words to comfort you Blaine and I can't tell you that everything will be alright from now on. Kurt denies ever having done this, and he was very believable, I have to say. What you feel you went through was something very upsetting and deeply traumatising, and I'm not saying you didn't go through it. I'm not saying that at all, but with only both your words for it, I'm not sure if anything will happen in regards to punishing Kurt legally. The only thing you can do is try and live your life and put it behind you if you can." Blaine nodded to his teacher, looking very small and frail, with his feet tucked under himself and his arms folded over his body in Mr Shue's chair.
"I'm so sorry Blaine, I should have known something really bad was wrong with you, but I've been so busy lately and everything seems to be happening all at once. That's no excuse though, I should have seen that you needed me. I know you don't want me to talk with your parents and the police, but I am bound as a teacher to do so Blaine. I'll be informing Kurt's parents as well about this and his teacher at NYADA. I will tell him that he can't complete the rest of the week here though. It wouldn't be fair to you if he did. Now if you want a little time off glee for the rest of the week just to calm yourself I'll completely understand. Ok?"
"Ok." Blaine whispered, tears starting to fall down his cheeks. "I've been so scared Mr Shue!" He burst out into loud sobs and felt Mr Shue take him into his arms, stroking his hands up and down his back to comfort the boy in his arms and calm him down. The two of them stayed this way for some minutes until Blaine's sobs were reduced to the odd hiccup.
"I'll give you a note for the rest of the day. Take it off Blaine and I'll pop by to see you later when I've talked to a few other people, alright?" Blaine wiped his face with a tissue that Mr Shue provided for him and stood up shakily, taking the note that Mr Shue had just written out. "The police will want to talk to you at some point Blaine. If you want someone there, just tell them that ok. I will be more than willing to do it, and I'm sure your parents would do it too if you wanted them to."
"Thank you Mr Shue. Can you tell Sam where I am? He'll worry otherwise." Blaine sniffed and folding his arms around his middle, slowly walking out towards his room.
Sam was really worried. Blaine wasn't in his last class with Nick and when he asked Nick where Blaine was he said that he hadn't seen him since breakfast. As he rushed back to their room and hastily opened the door, he saw Blaine curled up in bed with Sammy bear, reading one of his thick tomes that he sometimes read to Sam before they went to sleep.
"Hey B? What's up? Are you not feeling well?" Sam asked, a sharp pain intruding into his heart as anxiety took over at seeing his Blaine look so small and tired, curled up in bed.
"Finn told Mr Shue what happened and Mr Shue and I had a long talk." Blaine quietly told his boyfriend, closing his book and placing it on the cabinet beside him.
"Did you tell him everything?" Sam asked, going over to Blaine and perching beside his dark haired boyfriend.
Blaine nodded, looking at Sam with wide eyes. "Yes. He has to talk to the police and my parents. He let me have the rest of the day off."
"What's gonna happen to Kurt?" Blaine shrugged, honestly not knowing what was going to happen. He wasn't sure he even cared at this point. "Wow, well I hope he gets what he deserves. I know it will mean that you have to face what happened, but I think in the long run it's for the best B." Sam comforted Blaine, placing his arm around the small boy and pulling him into a hug, kissing the top of Blaine's head in the process.
"I know. You're right." Blaine mumbled into Sam's chest, snuggling up to the warmth and safety of his shaggy haired lover.
"You going to come to glee or not?" Sam asked, hope filling his face. Blaine smiled a little at Sam's eagerness and he squeezed his arms round the boy further.
"Yeah, I'll come. Mr Shue said he wasn't going to let Kurt back into the room again so..."
"Awesome cause I have something I want to sing to you." Sam picked up his guitar and they both headed to glee hand in hand.
Sam wanted Blaine to understand that he loved him and would be there no matter what, and since their assignment was pick singing to someone you love about some sort of emotion, or some such, he had decided to sing to Blaine about how he he would always be by his side, no matter what. He had bought his guitar along as he wanted to sing the acoustic version of a time old classic. Once glee had started Sam had volunteered to go first as he felt Blaine stiffen greatly in his seat, completely on edge, as he felt all the others in the room staring at him in sympathy. Sam got up to face everyone, his body turned solely to Blaine. He hoped that by singing to him he would be able to calm Blaine at least a little, because it pained him to see Blaine so upset, especially when he had been doing so well lately. Sitting on a stool he had brought out to perch on, he played the first few chords of the song before starting to sing, all the time directly at Blaine.
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick
And think of you
Caught up in circles confusion
Is nothing new
Flashbacks, warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories
Time after...
Sometimes you picture me
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, I can't hear
What you've said
Then you say, go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look, and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting
Time after time
Blaine's heart pounded rapidly in his chest as it soared at the love in Sam's words as he sang them aloud. He was telling him that he would be there for him, no matter what happened or where he was. He would never leave Blaine behind. The corners of Blaine's mouth quirked up and his eyes became tearful at having the most thoughtful person in the whole universe by his side. Loving him, cherishing him, caring for him.
After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to grey
Watching through windows, you're wondering
If I'm ok
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time
If you're lost you can look, and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting
Time after time
Sam couldn't help but beam with pride as Blaine's face lit up as Sam sung his loving melody. He adored the way that Blaine's whole face would light up when he was happy, his golden eyes sparkling like precious metal, his slightly crooked smile showing off his perfectly white teeth, the kink in his nose crinkling a little as he smiled broadly up at Sam along with the little crinkles by his eyes. It made Blaine look all the more beautiful to Sam as his heart thudded quickly inside his chest. He couldn't now remember a time when he didn't think that Blaine was beautiful, with his kindness and sensitivity, his wit and his compassion. Everything about Blaine made him the most beautiful person on the planet to Sam and although his head told him that Blaine was by no means perfect, his heart disagreed. To Sam, Blaine was sheer perfection and he needed to know it.
You said go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look, and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I'll be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
As the glee club applauded Sam's heart rendering version of 'Time After Time', Sam gently put his guitar down and walked over to Blaine, kneeling in front of his lover.
"That was for you my angel. My gorgeous B. I will never let you down." Sam told the smaller, dark haired boy lovingly, tucking stray curls behind Blaine's ears.
"Oh Sammy." Blaine wailed, wrapping his arms around Sam's neck and burying his head deep into the crook of Sam's throat. "Thank you." He whispered so only Sam could hear, the ghost of a smile on Blaine's features as he leaned his head against Blaine's own.
"Ok, Sam. Sitting down now thanks. So who's next?" Mr Shue put his hands together and looked around the room. Sam and Blaine completely oblivious to the rest of the lesson as they held hands and leant against each other for support.
When glee practise was over Blaine was called aside by Mr Shue, following him into his office. Once there for the second time that day, he went and curled up in the same chair that he had done earlier. Mr Shue came to crouch beside the dark haired boy, keeping his distance. Mr Shue was never sure when Blaine wanted physical contact and when not to, so he plumped for giving him as little as possible. He felt that Blaine wasn't comfortable with that type of thing unless he really knew the other person well.
"I phoned your home Blaine and got your grandmother. She and your grandfather are coming in. Apparently your mother is away visiting your brother right now, but they said that they would talk with her about what has happened. I've also contacted the police, who said they would be here this afternoon as well. They thought it would be best to interview you when you had your family here with you. I've also told Burt. He was shocked to say the least. He says that he hopes you are doing well. I told him you have been very strong about all this and he was glad. How are you feeling Blaine? Did the time off help a little?" Mr Shue talked to the boy warmly and soothingly, so he would feel more at ease. He knew this afternoon was not going to be a pleasant one for Blaine to endure.
"When are my grandparents coming?" Blaine asked quietly, looking very small in one of Sam's large hooded tops.
"They'll be here any minute. I told them to arrive around this time." Mr Shue replied, giving Blaine a sympathetic smile that Blaine attempted to return, but failed when his chin wobbled. Mr Shue left Blaine be and went to sit on his desk chair to wait for Blaine's grandparents. Mr Shue had only met Blaine's brother before, and since the boy didn't ever really speak about his family, he wondered how close he actually was to his family as a whole. He seemed amiable with his brother, but they didn't appear the closest brothers in the world, with their slight stiffness when next to one another and their awkward silences between the two. As a knock rapped on his office door, he saw Blaine jump out of the corner of his eyes as he got up to open it and welcome whoever was on the other side.
"Hello, I'm Mrs Dee, Blaine's grandmother, you must be Mr Shuester?" A small yet striking older, Asian lady, silver streaks in her black hair and a warm smile on her face introduced herself, holding her hand out for Mr Shue to shake. He took it and look over to what he assumed was Blaine's grandfather. He was also short of stature and Asian and Mr Shue could definitely see parts of Blaine in his features.
"Thank you for coming. Blaine's inside. I'll leave you alone for a few minutes. The police will be here shortly." Mr Shue politely ushered them inside and watched as Blaine's face crumpled at seeing his grandparents, shooting towards his grandmother and letting her envelop him in a strong hug as he wept into her shoulder.
"Shh, it's alright my little one. We're here now. Everything will be alright." Blaine's grandmother stroked Blaine's hair from his face and held her youngest grandson tightly in her arms. She was not going to let anything else hurt her beloved grandson. Not while she still lived and breathed.
Mr Shue watched the touching family scene unfold as Blaine's grandfather came to hug both in his own arms, laying his head to rest on Blaine's own. Not wanting to intrude any longer, he closed the door behind him. Mr Shue, his heart feeling very heavy, walked towards the reception hall of Dalton to wait for the police to arrive. He hoped Blaine's grandparents would be enough to help the young man through this interview, because he looked so fragile right now. He just hoped his grandparents could be the rocks of support that Blaine needed.
Burt sat in a waiting room in a police station in Columbus Ohio, still in shock over what was happening. What his son had done to his ex boyfriend. Burt, although he tried to remain stoic in front of Blaine to make sure that he treated his son right, especially after what had happened at the end of last year, couldn't help but carry a bit of a soft spot for the young, curly haired boy. He had bought so much joy and happiness to Kurt at one time and he could keep Kurt in line more importantly. Or he had done, once upon a time. He had always been a polite yet bubbly character, one that Burt secretly admired. He had never been afraid to be who he truly was and Burt could not help but feel warmly towards him.
When Will Shuester had phoned though, he couldn't have been more shocked at what his sons old teacher relayed to him. He just didn't know what to think. He hoped it was all a big misunderstanding as Finn had suggested, probably because Finn felt very similarly to how Burt felt right about now. Carole was with Finn, consoling him and probably herself at the same time. Burt hadn't wanted to put them through all this. They didn't need it right now. Whatever it was that had happened between those two boys was not something that either of them should have to deal with. He could do it alone. He needed to speak to his son though. He had been waiting for a long time as they took their time interviewing his young son. When Kurt finally emerged it was obvious that he had been crying and he very quickly went to his father for comfort. Burt sat them back down, needed to know what had happened.
"What's going to happen now?" Burt immediately asked a tough questions, anger flaring inside of him as he spoke, needing them to be answered, not able to comfort his son right now. He couldn't even look at his son right now. He had never felt such shame at Kurt being his son than he did right now.
"They told me that they needed to look over the other evidence, but that there may not be enough to arrest me with since it's my word against Blaine's and not a lot more." Kurt told his father, suddenly looking very tired.
"What happened between the two of you Kurt? Finn says that you are denying having done anything to Blaine." Burt asked stone faced, not able to look his son in the face right now, but keeping a stern expression on his face.
"Because I didn't dad." Kurt pleaded with his father, his hand clutching on his arm.
"Don't Kurt." Burt looked straight into his son's eyes, a cold, icy expression on his face. "You tell me the truth son. Blaine wouldn't just make that up. He loved you once."
Kurt looked down into his lap, guilt blossoming over his face. "I don't know. Maybe... Oh God Dad. What if I did? I'm a monster." Kurt wept openly into his fathers chest, Burt's arms circling his son, betraying his anger at his son. His son was messed up. He knew that much. Burt considered very deeply in taking his son back with him to Washington when all this was done. He needed time to realise his mistakes and put everything right. "Blaine's never going to forgive me. What have I done?"
"Blaine may yet forgive you Kurt. But it will take a long time for him to heal. He needs time and space. And you need to accept that what you did to him was wrong." Burt replied mournfully.
"When Blaine said it to me yesterday, I was so shocked. But since then, all I've thought about was what happened that day. I'm just not sure what happened any more. Whatever I did, I hurt Blaine so much. He hates me."
"He doesn't hate you Kurt. That's why this is hurting him so much. I think you should tell the police what you just said to me son, if you didn't before. It's the right thing to do." Burt told him. It had been the hardest thing he had ever said to his son. He may end up in prison because of it.
"I... I guess I had better go back inside." Kurt sighed, chewing his bottom lip. "I'm sorry dad. I've let you down."
"I'm not the one you need to apologise to." Burt told his son woefully, watching his son go back into the station to tell the police what he had said to Burt. Although incredibly sad that his son was capable of such things, he was also proud of him now for owning up to his mistakes. Whatever happened now, at least Kurt was taking responsibility for his actions.
Ryder couldn't sleep. Thoughts of what Blaine must be feeling were still going around his head today. He had tried to act normal in front of his short friend as Richard had suggested, but it had been hard. Blaine had been a lot quieter today than normal and he was clearly unhappy. He was so glad that he had Sam. They seemed to just fit together so well, Sam knowing exactly when Blaine needed him and what he needed from him. It worked the other way round as well of course. That was why they were such a good team. Thinking that, his thoughts turned to Richard and he blushed faintly into the darkness. Richard was perfect to Ryder. He was always there for him when he needed him the most and never asked for anything from him. He understood that all this was new for Ryder. He didn't understand all his feelings yet, let alone being able to convey them to Richard. He knew one thing for certain. He wanted to see Richard now. Sliding out of bed as silently as possible so he wouldn't disturb Jake, he took his phone and padded out to the lower floor commons room in the dark corridors. Once inside he sat on one of the plush couches and texted the older boy. Once done he leant back his head, staring at the ceiling in a bored manner and waiting to see if he would receive a response. When he heard the buzzing noise of his phone telling him he had received a message, he flicked to the screen and read what was inside his text.
Come up to my room. It's ok, it's so long after curfew no one will know. I'll keep the door open for you. X - Richie
Ryder smiled and quietly sneaked up to Richard's room, sliding into the room and ever so carefully closing it again without a sound being emitted from the click of the door. He felt the strong arms of Richard snake around his waist from behind and his warm lips kiss his neck tenderly.
"Hey." Richard whispered into his ear, his breath tickling Ryder and sending shivers down his spine. "I'm really glad you came. I was finding it hard to get to sleep."
"I couldn't sleep either. I had to see you." Ryder murmured back ever so quietly.
"Come to bed Ry." Richard led the younger boy to his bed and they both got under the covers, Ryder laying on Richards chest and snuggling against him as Richards arms circled themselves around his waist.
"Richie." Ryder called out softly into the darkness.
Yeah Ry?" Richard asked, tickling Ryder's ear as he whispered into it, making Ryder squirm a little in Richard's strong arms.
"I think I'm falling in love with you." Ryder stuttered out the words, hugging Richard fiercely, scared of the reply, or no reply.
"I love you too Ryder." At hearing those words, Ryder smiled and closed his eyes, and before too long he had drifted off into a deep slumber.
Songs used: Time After Time – Cyndi Lauper
