Thank you klaineforeverxxx! here's the other one! This what you had in mind?
"Hey there beautiful."
I turned to see who the voice belonged to and suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. Trent.
"Trent, I told you I have a boyfriend who I love," I said as I turned away, and continued walking to third period.
I had finally convinced Blaine that I was perfectly fine walking to class by myself, so after chemistry we parted ways. Now I realized it was probably a mistake.
"Baby, I'll treat you like my homework - ill slam you on my table and do you all night long," he replied back, in a low voice that I guessed was supposed to sound seductive.
I turned around quickly, him almost running into me after the unexpected stop. I jabbed a finger into his chest and looked up to him, our eyes meeting.
"Look, obviously your thick head can't get the idea across that I am not interested in you, so stop this," I said, my voice rising.
He looked around quickly, as if scared that someone was going to hear. He looked back to me and held a finger to his lips, motioning for me to be silent.
"Please don't say that too loud... Please."
I tilted my head slightly; curious as to why he didn't want others to hear. Then it all clicked.
"You're in the closet, aren't you," I said quietly in realization.
He only nodded, looking down at the floor.
"I only told you because I knew you were gay as well, and I didn't think you would tell anyone."
I took a deep breath and looked around.
"Look Trent, you seem like a really great guy... I'm willing to be your friend but I really care about my boyfriend... I don't plan on leaving him, understand?"
"I really do like you Kurt... But I can respect that... I'll just wait for you."
I let out a silent groan and walked the other direction without a single goodbye. This was not going to go well, I could tell.
I walked into Glee club later that day late. I had to take a detour so I didn't have to run into Trent which led to a slushy in the face by the puck heads. It was safe to say that I was not having a good day.
"Hey Kurt! We've missed you!" Mercedes said as everyone hurried over to me, each individual giving me a hug.
"Hey guys," I muttered, trying not to give away the bad mood I was in.
They moved away and we all took our seats, me taking the one beside Blaine.
"Bad day?" he whispered when he leant in to my ear.
I only nodded, not daring a chance to look him in the eye. I saw him nod out of the corner of my eye, returning his attention to Mr. Shuester.
"Ok so regional's... Anyone come up with any ideas? I've heard some of you practicing, anyone care to share?"
No one spoke up... Not even Rachel.
"Honestly... We've been worried about Kurt, trying to think of some ways we could help him out," Mercedes said after a few moments of silence.
I rolled my eyes and stood up to face the group.
"Please guys, just stop worrying about me all of the time. I'm fine! I'm still here and I'm the same Kurt that you knew before. I'm fucking tired of everyone treating me like I'm fragile and they think they need to take extra care in what they say or what they do. I'm tired of it!" I practically yelled back. Everyone just sat there in stunned silence at my little outburst.
I took a shaky breath, begging to myself to not break, not here, not now.
"Kurt, go take a break. We'll be here when you get back," Mr. Shuester said in a calm, gentle voice.
Someone touched my arm, but I yanked it away, running out of the room.
Tears streamed down my face as I sprinted down the hallway, making turns down the different passageways. When I reached the door that I needed, I pushed it open with a great force that I thought that there would be a dent in the wall. But I couldn't care less.
I looked around and saw that the locker room was now deserted, a few lockers carelessly left open, clothes still strewn all over the room, an empty bin that was to hold the dirty towels.
The stench was unbearable; a mixture of sweat, body odor and an over abundance of cologne.
I wrinkled my nose a bit, but pushed it aside as I stalked over to the corner. I balled my hands into fists, my skin turning white from how tight they were clenched. I positioned myself in front of the bag, tears still streaming down my face, and took a strong powerful punch, hoping it would relieve my anger. Pain shot up from my fingers to my wrist and all the way through my arm, the anger being replaced by throbbing.
I let out a small scream and held my wrist, hoping the ache would subside. I held it in my other hand and examined it carefully. It was red but surprisingly there was no swelling. Slowly the pain subsided, but I knew my knuckles would probably be bruised in the morning.
Despite the fact that it hurt like hell, I liked the sensation. I liked this kind of control where the pain took over while the anger that was boiling up simmered down. I took another punch and only winced slightly as there was another rush of pain.
"Why- must- this- happen- to me!" I screamed to no one, each word receiving a punch and shots of pain. Tears continued to roll down my cheeks, sweat and the saltiness meeting.
"I don't know sweetie," I heard a voice say softly.
I jumped and searched around, spotting the dark haired man leaning against a set of lockers, arms crossed staring at me with a hurt expression.
"How long have you been standing there?" I breathed, taking more short breaths.
"Long enough... Here let me help," he said, pulling out a roll of tape and gloves from his bag.
"I don't need your help Blaine; really I just need to be alone..."
"Let me just show you... If you continue that way you'll break your fingers or even worse your wrists... After that I'll let you be..."
I gave in and nodded. He motioned for me to sit on the bench, him sitting next to me. He swung one leg over so he was straddling the wood and I followed suit so we were facing each other.
There was a slight moment where our eyes met, but he broke away and grasped the white tape.
He took one of my hands and placed his lips against my cherry red fingers, lingering there for a few seconds before wrapping my hand slowly and gently. As he finished the many layers, he placed another kiss to the top and set it gently on the wooden bench again.
He picked up the other hand, repeating the steps before holding both of them in his own, just staring at them. He set them down on his thighs and reached down to grab the gloves that were on the ground. He dropped one in the space between us, and lifted my right hand up to ease the glove onto it. It fit perfectly. He repeated the same steps with my left hand and got up, me following suit.
I stood in front of the bag, him behind me, his hands on my hips.
"Alright, so first you want to shift some of your weight foreword. So move whichever foot you want just a tad more in front… yeah just like that." He placed his hands on my elbows, pushing them up a little. "Bend your arm and put your hands in front of your face, like your blocking a slushy." His voice was gentle and soft spoken as he talked through each step in my ear. He placed one hand on my waist, the other on the opposite wrist. "So, when you punch with this hand, you move that same hip forward. It gives you more momentum when you do the jab. But always keep this hip in place unless you are planning on using that arm. Got it?"
I nodded, slightly trembling under his touch, still trying to calm down.
"The last thing you want to do is just loosen up… you don't want to be too tense or else you won't be able to move all that well," he said as he gripped my shoulders, rubbing the muscles, relaxing the tension that was built inside. The strain in my muscles released and I let my head fall forward as I took a deep breath. He kissed the place just below my ear. "Perfect."
I opened my eyes and stared at my object, still quite aware of Blaine's touch that had moved to my waist.
"Also, when you hit, keep your feet planted, push off with your back foot onto your front…. Ready?"
I nodded and he took my wrist and slowly drew it forward until it came in contact with the bag.
"Just like that with more force… be sure to twist your fist straight out," he said kissing my neck before stepping to the side. "Now you try."
I nodded, tears pooling in my eyes making my sight blurred. I slowly sank to the ground, sobbing into my arm. I felt Blaine sit beside me and rest a hand on my back, moving it in a circular motion.
"Shhh, you're alright, I'm right here," he whispered softly, kissing the top of my head.
"I-I- I just can't… I'm so stressed out I can't handle anything right anymore." I laid down so my back was against the cool concrete floor, letting my still gloved hands fall over my stomach. The cold beneath me felt wonderful as it permeated through my clothes to my skin. I closed my eyes and I heard him lay down next to me.
"What are you stressed about?" he asked softly.
I looked over to him, his gaze on the ceiling above, his expression calm, but hurt as well, his hands relaxed over his stomach. I turned my gaze to the ceiling as well, feeling a single tear roll down my cheek and past my ear, landing on the floor beneath me.
"Trying to get hold of my emotions, trying to get rid of the stupid nightmares, trying to make sure you're doing alright, making sure my dad stays healthy, and now this whole thing with Trent… I just can't do it all…" I said in one whole breath.
I heard him sigh quietly but he didn't move when he spoke.
"Well we can get rid of three of those things right now. I'll make sure dad eats healthy. I've observed well so I think I can live up to your standards. Next those nightmares… I have an idea but you won't know until tonight. And finally…" he sat up on one elbow so he could look at me. "Please don't worry about me. I'm seriously fine. The only time I'm not alright is when you aren't, and knowing that I'm part of that hurts. Please just focus on you right now." He reached out and grabbed my hand that was on my stomach. "I'm here for you Kurt, always."
I closed my eyes and smiled a bit, exhaustion hitting me all at once.
"I'm too tired to even argue with you, Anderson… count yourself lucky," I said with a small laugh. I looked up to him, catching his lips curl up.
"I am lucky; always have been since I've met you."
I sat up slightly leaning back on my elbows. "You're too cheesy for your own good."
He only laughed, standing up and offering a hand to me. I took it with my gloved hand and stood to my feet, the blood rushing throughout my body once more.
"So would you like to release some anger or go home? Your choice…"
"Honestly I want to know how it feels like for you… what makes it so appealing…" I said quietly, ducking my head slightly.
"Alright, let's see what you learned."
It was nine and my arms were angry at me. Three hours of punching a silly bag killed me physically, but it helped mentally and emotionally.
"How are you doing?" Blaine asked as he stepped into the room with an ice pack for my bruised hands and some tyonel for the achiness in my muscles.
"So sore… but it was so worth it. Believe it or not I'm totally relaxed," I said, letting my shoulders slump foreword slightly.
He handed me the pills and a glass of water that was on my bedside table. I took it and smiled at him as he moved across the room to pick up his guitar.
"Are you ready to go to sleep yet?" He asked as he made his way back over to me.
I nodded, settling into the mattress after setting the glass back on the table. He sat on the edge of the bed, putting his guitar on his lap carefully. His fingers grazed over my forehead and cheek before he placed a small kiss to my lips.
"I love you Kurt," he said softly as he strummed a few chords on the instrument he was holding. I recognized it immediately, as I rolled onto my side.
I can't win
I can't reign
I will never win this game
Without you, without you
I smiled as he sang the first few lines quietly, the sound of the guitar sounding distant as if it were coming from the room next door. I reached out my hand and laid it on his thigh, rubbing it slightly as he reached the chorus, the sound of his voice just loud enough that it bounced off the walls.
I won't soar, I won't climb
If you're not here, I'm paralyzed
Without you, without you
His voice now soar through the air, not caring that my parents were just downstairs and Finn and Rachel were next door probably having a make out session on his bed. The only thing that mattered was me and him. Him and his beautiful voice. The soft reassurance that he was right there in that moment.
I closed my eyes, letting darkness take over; the only sound in my ears was him singing to me, and the way the strings sounded when he plucked them.
As he let the last chord ring through the room he grabbed my unmoving hand that still lay on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Although I was now in my own dream, I felt everything he did. I felt the way his hand felt warm in mine, the way his hot breath tickled my skin, his smooth, silky lips on my forehead, and the sudden loss as he left for his side of the bed. I felt him climbed in behind me, draping his arm gently over my waist, kissing the back of my neck.
"Sweet dreams, my love."
I can't wait until Singles Awarness Day (Valentine's Day) who do you think is going to be the secret admirer for Kurt? Wouldn't it be adorable if it was Blaine in the gorrilla suit and like totally suprised him and it would be so sweet and romantic and... if the writers didn't make this happen i will be angry...
Anyway i hope you all liked this tuesday! it's kind of weird thinking of Kurt being a physical guy because he's like "take the high road" and everything... oh well... what's done is done. :D