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He lounged on the deck, his curly hair dancing in the light summer breeze. Both his hazel eyes and his laptop screen were shielded from the glaring sun by a large umbrella. He didn't have a particular purpose for his Internet surfing; he was merely killing time before his boyfriend's Glee Girls' lunch was over. He jumped from website to website, watching videos, reading articles, commenting on funny pictures. After a while he decided to skip over to Facebook. Scrolling through his News Feed, he "awwed" at a picture of his oldest cousin's new baby girl and groaned at Puck's appalling grammar. Eventually he clicked on his boyfriend's profile and began reading his Wall.
Kurt Hummel
Note to self: never let Tina Cohen-Chang eat ICEEs.
Kurt Hummel
Going out with the girls!
Kurt Hummel
Mercedes Jones just asked me if I was free—no, I TOTALLY had plans. Doing nothing by myself can never be compromised.
He laughed. The stuff that diva came out with sometimes...it really was no wonder he was so in love with him.
He kept reading, and then froze. His jaw dropped. His heart sank.
"Son of a bitch," he growled. He slammed his laptop shut and sprung up from the wooden floor. Racing into his house, he snatched his keys off their hook, darting for the car.
He banged on the door fiercely, trembling and clutching his computer close to his chest. Within a few moments, a pleasant, kind-faced brunette opened it.
"Yes, who—well hello, Blaine!" The woman smiled down at him. Her mildly surprised grin quickly morphed into a worried frown as she took in the boy before her. His hair was a mess and his eyes dashed about wildly, as if frantically searching for somewhere to run or something to hold on to. His whole body shook. "Blaine, sweetie, what's the matter?"
Blaine bit his lip for a few seconds, and then inexplicably burst into tears. He flung himself upon Carole, who immediately wrapped her arms around him. Quietly shushing him in his ear, Carole ushered the crying boy over to the couch.
"Hey, Car, are we out of—Blaine?" Burt stopped in the doorway leading to the kitchen, a nearly-empty carton of orange juice in his hands. "What happened? Is Kurt alright?"
Shaking his head, Blaine swallowed back the sobs that racked his small frame. Beside him, Carole rubbed tiny, soothing circles on his back. She reached over and gently tugged the laptop from the boy's embrace. "Do you need to show us something on here?" When Blaine nodded, she lifted the lid. The blue lock screen appeared, and Blaine, after finally composing himself, bent down and typed in his password.
There it was. Carole clapped a hand over her mouth, and Burt, who had seated himself in the chair near the couch, swore loudly.
"This is bullshit!" He leapt to his feet and began pacing. "Things were just starting to get better, and now—"
"No, 'Cedes, I did not in fact know that guy was gay when I sent you over to talk to him. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I have perfect gaydar." Kurt and Mercedes breezed into the room, continuing a discussion the two had started earlier. "I mean, Gaga, I thought Sam was gay for the longest time and I had the hots for Finn of all people. I am not an expert on all things gay." He stopped in his tracks when he noticed the heavy tension in the room. "What's going...Blaine?" He finally spotted his boyfriend on the couch. His heart sank when he saw the hazel eyes rimmed in red. "Oh God, what happened?"
Mercedes moved first. "Prep boy, what's the matter?" She stood behind the sofa, reading the computer screen. "Oh, hell to the no!"
Kurt and Blaine remained motionless. Glasz poured into hazel as the two communicated silently.
What's wrong?
It's bad, Kurt.
How bad?
The worst yet.
Are you okay?
...No.
Kurt stepped cautiously over to the rest of the group, four pairs of eyes watching his every move. He stood beside Mercedes and read the words written on his Facebook Wall.
The Punisher
ALL FAGGOTS WILL BURN IN HELL! YOU WILL BE THE FIRST TO DIE!
You will be the first to die.
Nobody breathed. Everybody waited for Kurt to react. When he did, it wasn't in the way they expected: Kurt shrugged and reached down, closing the laptop. "And here I was worrying that you'd found the performance of 'Push It.'"
"Kurt," Burt began, but Blaine cut him off.
"Kurt, it's on mine, too."
Kurt's smile faltered, but he didn't look worried. "Look, guys, this sucks, but it doesn't matter. I've had my life threatened before, and I will again. I can't let it get to me every time."
Blaine stood to face Kurt. "This is more serious, Kurt. We can't put a face to this. We can't watch out for this. This isn't some stupid threat from some stupid jock! This is bigger than that!"
If the situation wasn't so serious, Kurt's expression would have been annoyed. As it was, his face was an odd mixture of bitch, please and sympathy. "I don't know. I guess that after...everything, I can't really get worked up over someone who didn't have the courage to say this to my face."
"Kurt—"
"Boo—"
"Sweetie—"
Burt, Mercedes, and Carole were cut off by Kurt. "No. First, Dad, you have to sit down and calm down before you have another heart attack. 'Cedes, I know what you're going to say, and don't. Carole, thank you for your concern. Really, it means a lot. But I'm choosing to ignore this." Each face in the room was some shade of angry—except one.
Blaine walked around to Kurt and grabbed his hand. "He's right. We've both suffered worse in the past, and we'll both suffer worse in the future. We keep each other strong. That's what matters."
Carole and Mercedes looked resigned, but Burt collapsed in his chair, burying his face in his hands. "I will never get used to this."
Carole reached over and squeezed her husband's knee reassuringly. "That's not what they're saying, sweetheart. No one ever gets used to this. But they've decided how they're going to handle it, and I have to commend them for their maturity and courage."
Kurt and Blaine grinned at each other, pride and love and caution spilling from their eyes. Mercedes, on the other hand, spun around and huffed, marching toward the door. "'Bye, boo," she called over her shoulder. "You may be content to let this rest, but I am not. Glee Club will find out about this, and I mean all of Glee Club. Finn, Puck, Santana—all the scary people. We've got your backs, white boys." Then she disappeared from the house.
Kurt shrugged. "Should've seen that coming."
Blaine gently pulled Kurt from the room, taking them both out of view. "We will have to be more careful, you know that, right?"
Kurt nodded. "I know."
Blaine took both of Kurt's hands in his own. "I love you."
"I love you too."
They kissed.
One, delayed shout-out to RanebowsKlainTrainandGondolas for prompting chapter thirty-four! I'm going to to my darnedest to not forget anymore prompters-no promises though.
Two, we're going to pretend for the time being that random people can post on other people's Facebook Walls, even though in reality you have to be friends with that person to do so. But, hey, who cares about reality when you have FANFICTION!
Three, I am running seriously low on prompts, so if you have anything you'd like me to write about, please, please, please, PLEASE tell me! I seriously need it.
Four, I'm probably not going to update again until next weekend, so these four chapters that I've done this weekend will have to hold you over.
Five, as most of you know-certainly those who live in America-today is the tenth anniversary of the terrorist attack that took place on September 11, 2001. Thousands of innocents lives were lost that day, and an entire country was shaken to its core. I myself lived in New York at the time, and though I was only six years old those memories will never leave me. Whether you're American or English or German or any other nationality, whether you're Christian or Jewish or Muslim or any other religion, I ask you to humbly take a moment to remember the lives of those who went to work one day and never came back, those who went into burning buildings and stayed there, those who saved the White House by crashing their hijacked plane into a field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania, and those who lost the most important people in their lives to the disease that is terrorism. Remember what it means to be free, what it means to love, and what it means to forgive. Tell your parents you love them. Hug a friend. Say a prayer.
Never forget.
God bless you all.
God bless America.