A/N: Sorry that this chapter is so short, I'm having a bad moment and just wanted to write something and this was all that would come out.
Warnings: HOMOPHOBIC BEHAVIOUR.
Chapter 33
Blaine couldn't take the smile from his face as he walked home with his Mom, all he could think about was how much of an amazing time he had, had with Kurt. Blaine was glad that Kurt hadn't cried when they had said it was time for Blaine to go home. Kurt had just hugged him tightly and told him he would see him tomorrow. "His father is really nice." Jane spoke as they walked towards their house. Blaine nodded, Burt was very nice and from what he had seen he was very understanding of Kurt. He knew if his father ever met him they would get on very well.
"Hello son, did you have a nice time?" Richard, Blaine's father asked as they got in the house. Blaine looked up and smiled, wrapping his arms around him and hugging him tightly.
"I did." Blaine whispered quietly. "Thank you for letting me go." he said, his voice getting a little louder. Richard and Jane shared small smiles and nodded at their son, they knew that it would take time for Blaine to get his voice back properly, but they were extremely glad that their son was speaking.
"I'm glad you had a nice time." Richard smiled, kissing his hair.
Blaine nodded and looked between his parents and smiled. "Love you, Mom. Love you, dad." He whispered before walking up to his room, missing the tears in his mothers eyes as she smiled at his father.
Kurt sat on his bed in his space man pyjamas and hummed quietly, he had a colouring book in his lap and was colouring idly. It was late and his Dad had told him he needed to go and rest before it was time to sleep. Finn was out with his friends and Kurt missed him. He sighed to himself and tucked himself under the covers, he was getting tired and he wanted a bed time story from Finn but he knew that wasn't going to happen. He sighed and curled around his pillow and thought of Blaine, he'd see him tomorrow and they can sit and cuddle together more. The thought of that made him fall asleep quickly, a smile on his face.
The hallway was empty, Kurt quickened his pace and rushed towards his locker, he had gotten to his History class realising his history assignment that he had spent all night working on was in his locker, he'd get it and rush back and bare the consequences of being five minutes late, it wasn't the worst that a student could do in the lesson, in fact Puck had done far worse. He retrieved the folder and closed his locker, the sound echoing in the empty hallway as he made his way back towards his lesson.
A chill ran up his spine as he saw shadows on the floor, figures heading towards him from round the corner, though he couldn't make out who it was, he knew who it was. The only other students – beside Puck – who had the balls to skip classes when Sue was on hallway patrol. Kurt thought about walking the other way, but that would make him ten minutes late and he didn't want to runaway. He was so tired of running away already. Holding his head up high, Kurt walked forward, preparing himself mentally for what was coming.
"Oh look, it's the queer boy." One of the footballers laughed as they saw him. "Rushing to class after a bum session with your homo boy Finn?" Laughters echoed around him and Dave stepped forward.
"Aw, you going to cry?" Dave said, his tone mocking.
Kurt said nothing, he'd learned long ago that there was no reason to say anything to them. It was no use, they just spurred on every word he said, twisted it till they found something that could cut deeper. He walked forward, his head staying high, no matter how much he wanted to look down and blink away the tears that were clouding up his vision. "Fag. One of these days you're going to get what's coming to you." Dave said and with no warning he leaned forward and pushed him hard against the lockers, pain ran up and down Kurt's back and tears that he was trying so hard to hold in fell silently down his cheeks. The folder he was holding in his arms was torn away from his grasp and the essay he spent hours working on was ripped up in front of him.
"Bye bye fag. Till next time." The football players laughed as they walked away, each one taking pleasure in kicking him as they left him alone in the corridor, tears streaming down his face.
Kurt woke up quickly, he rubbed his back, he could still feel it hurting. He blinked and shook his head, it was just a dream. He sighed and pulled his knees to his chest, his head was aching, he looked down and frowned at his pyjamas and curled up on himself. He closed his eyes tightly, ignoring the tears falling down his cheeks, he'd sit and wait till it was time to get up and then he'd see Blaine. Blaine would make him feel better, and make the desperate feeling inside him disappear.