About a week after getting re-released from the hospital, Kurt padded quietly into the kitchen. It was early on Thanksgiving Day and he really didn't expect for anyone to already be up. His eyes widened in surprised when he saw Carole already starting on some of the food.
Carole looked up from preparing the turkey and gave him a smile. "Hello, sweetie. What are you doing up so early?"
He pulled a chair up to the counter by her and admitted, "I had a nightmare…"
She put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently.
"You know, I forgot it was Thanksgiving today." Kurt sighed quietly.
"It's going to be weird having Thanksgiving dinner without Finn… but I'm glad Blaine is here." She smiled a bit sadly.
"Do you need any help?" Kurt asked, feeling bad for her.
She shook her head. "No, no. I'll put this in the oven and give you some milk so you can get back to bed."
"I don't really want to go back to sleep." He really didn't. His nightmares weren't awful, but they still weren't very pleasant. This last one had been particularly vivid though and he'd woken up feeling as if he was being slammed into a wall again, as if he could feel his ribs cracking. He didn't want to have another nightmare and wake Blaine up. It had taken him thirty minutes to get Blaine back to sleep after he'd woken up the last time.
"You should. Your family is coming to see you. If you don't look well rested they'll think we aren't taking care of you." Carole said softly, patting his arm. "You need rest to keep getting better."
Kurt looked down at the table, not knowing what to say. Carole put the turkey into the oven and went to the refrigerator, pouring Kurt some milk. She took her previous seat and looked at him as he sipped it. Finally, he spoke. "I have them sometimes… so I come down here and drink milk and stare out the window. Nightmares, I mean."
"Honey, we can get you something to help you sleep. Is that why you've seemed so tired?" Carole reached out, brushing some of his hair back.
"I have no trouble sleeping. I don't like the dreams… and I hate to wake Blaine up. He gets really worried when I do is all. He's got enough to worry about." He pushed the half full glass away from him and put his chin in the palm of his hand. "Carole… Dad won't tell me. How much are the hospital bills going to be?" He looked down. "I know insurance only covers 75% of the medical expenses…"
"Kurt, don't you worry about that. We did what we had to do to get you better. That's what is important and we don't want you worrying about that." Carole whispered. "That is for me and your father to worry about."
Kurt sighed and let his hand drop to the counter.
She put her hand over his. "I'm serious. We don't want you to worry about it. We knew how much money this was going to cost. Of course we were going to go through with it. Money isn't important and everything will work out. Now finish up your milk and head up to bed."
Kurt drank the last of his milk and stood. "You're not nervous about today, are you?"
"A bit, of course. I've met your grandmother but it will be my first time meeting your aunt." Carole confided, but smiled. "But the way you talk about her, I know I'll love her."
"She'll love you too, Carole… and sorry Finn won't be here." He gave her a weak smile and headed back up to his bedroom.
"Wereemmmyougooo?" Blaine mumbled sleepily, scooting right up to him. "Lefmeee."
Kurt laughed quietly. "To get some milk."
Blaine made a noise of acknowledgment, wrapping his arms around Kurt from behind and pressing his cold nose against his neck. Kurt shivered slightly and Blaine giggled a bit. "Mmhsorry."
"Hey, Blaine?" Kurt turned his head to peer at his boyfriend. Blaine's eyes were still closed and his hair went in every which direction.
"Yep?"
Kurt kissed his cheek. "Happy Thanksgiving."
"Happy Gobble Day." Blaine mumbled into his neck before letting out a quiet snore.
…
When Blaine woke up later that morning he could hear loud laughter and voices. Kurt was curled into him, fitting perfectly, and he didn't want to move. The covers were pulled up over them and even though it was freezing outside and snowing, he was warm and comfortable lying in bed with Kurt. So comfortable.
He reluctantly raised his hand and ran his fingers through Kurt's hair. Kurt let out a tiny noise and snuggled closer. Blaine tightened his grip on the younger boy and kissed the back of his head. "Wake up, my love."
"Mmmhup." Kurt yawned, eyes still closed. There was more loud laughter but he didn't dare move away from Blaine.
"I don't think you are." Blaine sang quietly. Kurt reached behind him and promptly smacked the back of his head. "Hey!"
"Is every morning for the rest of my life going to consist of you annoying me until I finally wake up?" Kurt pouted and pushed himself into a sitting position.
"Possibly. Or you could learn to actually wake up on your own." Blaine leaned forward and kissed his shoulder as there was a knock on the door.
"What?" Kurt called.
The door opened and Finn came in, grinning. "'Lo, guys."
"Finn! I thought you had to go with the team to the Super Bowl or whatever it is!" Kurt exclaimed. "Wait, what did you do?"
"I may or may not have told them you got sick from an injury and were in the hospital again…" Fin admitted sheepishly, putting his hands in his jeans pockets. "I was getting kind of lonely."
"You do realize that if I end up in the hospital because of karma, I will kill you?"
Blaine nudged Kurt until he stood up. "I have a feeling Finn's been asked to come wake you up."
"Oh, fine, fine. Go tell them that I'm on my way down."
Blaine smiled as Kurt gave a resigned sigh and slouched off to the bathroom after grabbing jeans and a sweater, muttering under his breath. "How's OSU, Finn?"
Finn shrugged. "It's just like… school, dude. I dunno. I'm ready for the break, I guess."
Blaine nodded. He knew finals would be coming up. This would have been the week he'd had so many assignments to turn in. "What about football?"
"Good, I guess. Next year I'll actually get real field time. How are you holding up? Mom told me about your parents and all… sorry, dude."
This time it was Blaine's turn to shrug. "I'm fine too, I guess." He really hadn't been thinking about it too much. He hadn't really had time to think about it, to be honest. Kurt had been busy looking up various schools online. He would get really excited about one ("This is it, I know it!") but by the time the next day came around he wasn't so sure ("I don't know. It's too far away." "I don't like the courses offered." "I read it wasn't a gay friendly school." "It's too far away.") Not only had they been looking at every school in the entire country that offered a major in fashion design online, but Blaine had also discovered that had no clue what to get Kurt for Christmas.
Last Christmas they hadn't been dating so he'd only given Kurt a cinnamon candy cane and a Christmas card. He'd wanted to get him more but couldn't bring himself to do it. It would have been too awkward. A candy cane clearly wouldn't cut it this time around. Now that Thanksgiving was here, though, he had to figure out what he wanted to get his boyfriend soon. The problem? Kurt had everything. Kurt literally had everything.
Kurt came into the room, frowning. He had on jeans and a bigger black sweater that made him look absolutely adorable. Blaine was so used to seeing Kurt in pajamas and sweatpants by then that he literally started at him for several seconds, heart pounding. Kurt was gorgeous. He really and truly was.
"Is it that bad? I'll change. I knew it." Kurt said worriedly, heading back towards his closet. "I knew these pants wouldn't fit anymore. I've gained all this stupid weight."
"No!" Blaine said quickly. "No, I mean, no. You look amazing, Kurt. Wow."
"Okay I'm going to leave in case you two decide to start making out or something." Finn said awkwardly before rushing out.
"Are you sure?" Kurt asked reluctantly, hand still on the closet's doorknob.
"Very sure." Blaine smiled at his boyfriend. "You look adorable."
"Fine, fine. Go get dressed. Do you want me to wait for you?"
"No, go on down. I won't be long." Blaine kissed his cheek. "I love you, Kurt. Happy Thanksgiving."
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist, pressing close. He rested his head comfortably on Blaine's shoulder. "You're what I'm thankful for today, Blaine. I love you too."
Blaine wrapped his own arms around Kurt, resting his chin on the top of Kurt's head. "I'm thankful you're here and relatively healthy, Kurt… and that you're mine."
"I am yours." Kurt mumbled into his shoulder, nuzzling him. "You're stuck with me now. If you try to leave, my dad will shoot you."
Blaine couldn't help but laugh loudly. He'd thought the same thing to himself several times, not that he'd ever want to leave Kurt though. "Don't worry about that. I'm not going to try to leave, you silly thing."
Kurt's arms tightened around his waist and he breathed in deeply, eyes closed. Blaine rubbed his hand up and down Kurt's back and kissed the top of his head. They stayed that way for several minutes in a comfortable silence, just holding each other, until Kurt eventually pulled away. "Go get in the shower. I'll see you in a few minutes."
Blaine kissed him quickly and nodded. "I'll be right down, my love." His heart fluttered when Kurt gave him an adorable smile and left the room.
Blaine took a quick shower, hoping I wasn't rude that he hadn't been ready when Kurt's family had gotten there. He then actually styled his hair since he hadn't done so in weeks. Besides, his hair shouldn't have been going in every which way his first time meeting Kurt's extended family. He had to make a good impression.
When he finally entered the kitchen Burt, Carole, Finn, and Kurt were seated with two other women Blaine had never seen before. They were both younger, though, and there was no way either of them was Kurt's grandmother. He was sure, though, that Kurt had said his aunt and uncle would be coming, and his grandmother.
"There he is!" Carole said cheerfully, patting an empty seat next to her. "Everyone's very excited to meet you, Blaine."
"Hello." Blaine said smoothly, waving and taking the seat.
The shorter woman, with red hair and startling green eyes, leaned forward and shook his hand. "Hi, Blaine! I'm Kurt's aunt Paige."
"It's very nice to meet you." He smiled at the woman and shook her hand. This wasn't as bad as he thought it would be and he really wasn't even that nervous.
"I'm her girlfriend Taylor." The woman next to her, who was a bit taller and had dark brown hair and caramel eyes, smiled and held out her hand as well. Blaine noticed she and Kurt were actually sitting in the same chair.
Well, Kurt had definitely forgotten to mention that his aunt was gay. Then again if Kurt had grown up with two aunts, he probably hadn't even thought to mention it. People didn't exactly go around informing people their aunt was straight, either.
"It's nice to meet you too." Blaine shook her hand as well.
"When did Mom say she was going to get here, Burt?" Paige asked, looking at Burt. Or in the direction of him at least. Blaine noticed they talked at each other almost, and not necessarily to each other.
"When she called she said it'd be about an hour and a half. I'm going to go turn the game on." He stood, not making eye contact.
"Too much gay in here for you, Burt?" Taylor called after him. He grunted and went into the living room. "Carole, I don't know how you put up with him."
Carole just laughed.
Okay, maybe this wasn't scary at all. Blaine did get the feeling there was something going on between Burt and his sister though. They seemed like they had just had an argument or something. Siblings did that a lot though. He watched as Taylor reached up and ruffled Kurt's hair. "You look good, hon. How are you doing?"
"I'm good." Kurt answered, leaning against her. Blaine could tell he was still tired. It was in his eyes. "I'm on a lot of medicine though. So they help."
Paige reached over and squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry we couldn't come earlier, Kurtsie. They wouldn't let me out of work."
"No, it's fine. I'm fine. Dad, Carole, and Blaine took good care of me." Kurt smiled at her.
Blaine felt Paige's eyes on him and he shifted a bit. She smiled at him, though. "Good. I'm glad. How's Daddy taking it?"
"Dad's okay." Kurt kind of shrugged. "He doesn't talk about it a lot… but I don't really mind that…" He scratched his cheek a bit and shrugged again. "He gets mad when he talks about it."
"He should get mad." Taylor gave Kurt a tight squeeze. "Nobody pushes a Hummel around. Especially not the baby."
Kurt laughed.
"Kurt's the baby of the family." Paige informed Carole and Blaine. "We don't have kids. Not yet, at least."
"And I'm perfectly fine with that. Your dog is a nuisance enough." Taylor muttered. "And it's probably tearing up the house as we speak, I hope you know."
"It's cruel to put him in a cage, Taylor, and you know it. He needs to be able to play." She turned to Blaine. "You'll have to ignore her. She doesn't like animals."
"I like animals. I just don't like your animals." Taylor protested, making everyone laugh.
"Oh, now, are we really going to spend all day talking about that silly dog again?" A new voice said.
Kurt jumped off of the chair and ran across the room, throwing his arms around the woman that had to be his grandmother. "Grammy!"
She was an older woman with styled short hair, perfect make up, and green eyes just like Burt and Paige's. She wrapped her arms around him. "Oh, look at how tiny you still are! You look exactly like your mother." She kissed his cheek. "Thank goodness for that, too!"
"Kurt's always going to be tiny." Paige said cheerfully from the table.
"I wish I was taller." Kurt muttered, frowning.
"Nonsense! You are perfect just the way you are. If you were any taller, I'd disown you. Now take me to meet this gorgeous young man that has stolen your heart." Her eyes fell on Blaine, who felt himself blush a bit.
Kurt pulled away from the hug and led her to over to him. Blaine stood to shake her hand.
"Oh, he's very gentlemanly. I like him." Kurt's grandmother said, but she did not shake his hand. She pulled him into a hug. "You're taking good care of my Kurt, aren't you?"
"I'm trying." Blaine smiled at her as she pulled away.
"Good. It's very nice to meet you, Blaine. Kurt's told me a lot about you. He didn't tell me you were this handsome, though. How on earth did you meet him, Kurt?"
Blaine grinned. "Yeah, Kurt. How did we meet again?"
Kurt mumbled incoherently, looking at the floor.
"I think what he meant to say was he went to spy at our rival school." Finn said cheerfully. "And that is where he met Blaine. The lead soloist. Of the rival school."
"He did not!" Kurt's grandmother gasped, turning to Kurt. "He would never!"
"Oh, he did, Mrs. Hummel." Finn nodded. "I promise."
"Finn, I hate you." Kurt muttered.
"Well, I suppose it's a cute story for the kids at least. Although I hope you tell your children that it was dishonest and that cheating is bad." She hugged Kurt again and walked over to the other side of the room. "Carole, it's lovely to see you! Can I help with anything?"
Blaine smirked, remembering how endearing Kurt had been when he had driven out to Dalton two days in a row to spy. That was one thing that could be marked off his list of career possibilities, needless to say.
Blaine could remember the way his heart literally stopped when Kurt had said "Excuse me, can I ask you a question? I'm new here." Blaine had never seen someone quite like Kurt. It had really been his eyes that had caught his attention at first. They were so brilliantly blue with little green flecks towards the center. He also remembered the spark he felt when he grabbed Kurt's hand to lead him to the commons for the Warbler's performance.
That spark he chose not to act on as soon as he found out how desperately Kurt needed a mentor, a friend… no, there was no way for him to date Kurt then. By the time Kurt was ready, though, there had been Jeremiah. And then Rachel Berry. He was so sure, after that, that Kurt would never want to talk to him again. Obviously he'd been wrong.
Nonetheless, Kurt's grandmother was right. They would have a very cute story to tell their children one day. Then again, what involving Kurt Hummel was not cute?
He was shaken from his thoughts when he felt Kurt lean on him slightly. "You should sit down." He whispered quietly.
"Mmh I'm fine here." Kurt responded, closing his eyes.
"Sweetheart, why don't you go lay on the couch while we get dinner all set up?" Carole said from across the room, breaking her conversation with Kurt's grandmother. "Everyone will have a chance to chat and interrogate Blaine over dinner."
Oh, great. Interrogate?
"Alright… but if anyone needs help let me know." Kurt stood up straight, taking Blaine's hand. "Let's go in here with Dad."
"Yeah, Kurtsie. But no hanky panky on the couch in front of Burt!" Taylor called as they left the room, loud enough for Burt to hear.
Burt gave them a rather suspicious look as they sat down on the couch and then returned his attention to the game. Blaine began watching too, of course. About five minutes into the game Kurt moved into a lying position and placed his head on Blaine's lap. Blaine ran his fingers through Kurt's hair absentmindedly as he watched the game, but he found he couldn't really pay that close of attention. He kept thinking about how soft Kurt's hair was, how soft Kurt was in general actually, and also how he was never going to find the perfect Christmas present for him. Also, what would happen if Kurt did end up deciding to move far away? How would he handle not seeing Kurt every day? Not wrapping his arms around Kurt when they were preparing to go to sleep, not able to feel how perfectly Kurt felt there. Because he did fit perfectly.
There was loud laughter from the other room and Kurt jumped, eyes snapping open. He rubbed his eyes and whined softly.
"It's alright. Go back to sleep." Blaine whispered, ruffling his hair.
"Mmmmh." Instead he pushed himself into a sitting position and leaned against Blaine.
"Dinner should be done soon, kiddo. You can go up to bed afterward." Burt said from the chair.
"Game over?" Kurt yawned.
"There's ten minutes left. We're gonna lose though." Burt sighed. "It's been an awful season. I don't get it. Last year we did so well."
Kurt nuzzled Blaine's shoulder. "Dad used to play for the Buckeyes. Did I ever tell you that?"
Well that distracted Blaine from his thoughts. "You did? When? What year? You played for the Buckeyes?"
Kurt laughed quietly.
"I did. For two years back in 1993 before Kurt was born. Elizabeth got pregnant a year after high school."
"Was it amazing?" Blaine was in shock. He knew Burt liked football, he knew he liked the Buckeyes, but he didn't know Burt was on the Buckeyes. His favorite team!
Burt laughed. "It was pretty cool. I had to withdraw though and quit the team in 1994 though."
"Why would you ever want to do that?"
Kurt grinned. "That would be my fault. I tend to make people drop out of school, apparently."
"Your fault?" Blaine questioned.
"Elizabeth went into premature labor. Kurt was born a few months early." Burt explained.
Blaine's eyes widened and, football forgotten, he turned to look at his small boyfriend. "That early? Why?"
"She got a pretty bad infection. I got a call in the middle of the night. I roomed at OSU and she lived at home with her parents, you see? So I got a call and by the time I got to the hospital she was in labor. They had to perform a C-section." He reached over and ruffled Kurt's hair. "He was about… about 3 pounds."
Blaine just stared at Kurt in shock. "W-what? 3 pounds?"
"2.7? 2.6? He was really close. He was so tiny. I could open my hand and he would fit right on the palm of it."
"See? Always going to be tiny." Kurt whined. "I blame being born early."
"But… is it even possible to live being born that early?" All Blaine wanted to do was reach out and cuddle Kurt. He didn't know that Kurt had been born early, let alone multiple months early.
"That's why I dropped out… we weren't really… sure what was going to happen. He was taken to a special NICU hospital in Illinois and we stayed there… what? Almost three months with him. He was in an incubator most of the time so his lungs could finish developing and he didn't handle food too well… but once we made it past week one, I knew he was going to be okay." Burt grunted a bit. "I bet I've got pictures around here somewhere."
"No, Dad." Kurt shook his head. "No, absolutely not. I refuse to let you show him my baby pictures."
"So you left school to come home with your wife?" Blaine questioned. This was probably the longest discussion the two had ever had if you didn't count the hospital discussions.
"Well we weren't married at the time. We were engaged. We got married when Kurt was five months old. We wanted two months to get used to being at home parents before we jumped into marriage. Some adjustment time, I guess." Burt answered. "We had a lot of help from Elizabeth's parents. My mom lived in Cincinnati but she did stay two weeks when we first brought Kurt home. Paige and Taylor were living in Rhode Island at the time, but they came down when he was born and stayed as long as Paige could be out of work."
"Wow." Blaine whispered. "That must have been… really, really scary. And hard."
"It was terrifying." Burt nodded. "This little thing is born and it was so tiny. He got a little better every day though and eventually he was three years old and toddling around in his mother's shoes and then he was four and singing A Whole New World off of the Little Mermaid…" Burt laughed and shook his head. "It was very scary but it turned out alright."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "It's Part of Your World, Dad."
"And now he's eighteen and a sarcastic little brat." His dad laughed.
"A Whole New World is Aladdin. I'm not being sarcastic. I'm merely informing you of the Disney songs. Although I watched them so much I shouldn't need to be telling you this."
Carole poked her head in. "Dinner is ready. Do we want to eat in the kitchen or in here?"
"There's more room in the kitchen. I'll bring in some extra chairs from the back." Burt stood, ruffled Kurt's hair, and made his way into the kitchen.
"You were only three pounds?" Blaine turned to Kurt.
"Three adorable pounds." Kurt grinned at him.
Blaine threw his arms around Kurt, pulling him close.
"Blaine, I really can't breathe…no, really… okay, yeah, just pull me tighter. That's fine." Kurt grunted, patting Blaine's back and the top of his head. He pressed a kiss to Blaine's ear, giggling a bit.
"Shut up and hug me back, Kurt." Blaine mumbled into his shoulder, loosening his grip.
Kurt slid his arms around his boyfriend and hugged him tightly.
Blaine loved hugging Kurt, but he loved it even more when Kurt hugged him. There was no place nicer in the world than in his arms. There couldn't be. There wasn't.
"Have you ever thought you couldn't love something more and then one day… you just find out you do?" Blaine asked, pulling back slightly to look in Kurt's blue eyes.
"Every night." Kurt answered, sending a shiver throughout Blaine's entire body. "Every single night you wake up with me in the middle of the night and make everything better…"
Kurt pulled Blaine closer and nothing else mattered.
…
Three Days Later…
"No, no, no."
Blaine rolled over, wondering what had woken him up. He had been having a nice dream about he, Kurt, and a bathtub. He wanted to get back to that dream.
"Please, no."
"Shh, Kurt. I'm trying to sleep." He grunted, mind not fully functioning yet. Blaine did not handle being woken up in the middle of the night very well. Especially being woken up in the middle of the night from a very nice dream.
"Please stop, please!"
Blaine sat up quickly and surveyed the room. Right. He had been asleep and was in Kurt's room. Asleep and in Kurt's room while Kurt was crying out. Slowly his thought process began to actually work.
Kurt rolled over, onto his injured side, and let out a loud whimper. "No, no, please."
Blaine leaned over him, placing a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to soothe the boy. Instead of calming, though, Kurt tensed and lashed out at Blaine. This startled Blaine. Usually Kurt would relax, not lash out at him like that. His nightmares weren't usually this intense, and it worried Blaine.
"Kurt, wake up." Blaine said, grabbing Kurt's arm to avoid being hit in the face. "Kurt, it's me. Kurt… Kurt, stop it!" What do I do, what do I do?
Kurt struggled to free his arm, letting out several whimpers.
"Kurt, please, it's me. C-calm down, baby. It's just me." Blaine grabbed his other arm, but this only made Kurt struggle more. He didn't know what to do. Everything seemed to scare his boyfriend more and every time he whimpered Blaine's heart sank lower and lower. How in the hell was he supposed to get Kurt up without scaring him more? That was the last thing he wanted "Kurt, wake up!"
His eyes snapped open. Finally, Kurt was awake. They were both sitting up, Kurt having sat up in the middle of his struggle against Blaine. Their eyes met and Kurt quit struggling instantly. He was breathing heavily, eyes wide in horror.
Blaine took a deep breath and slowly released his grasp on Kurt's arms, relief washing over him. "Are you okay, Kurt?"
Kurt stared at him and took in another deep breath.
"Here, come here. Come here. Let's get you back into a peaceful sleep." Blaine laid back and opened his arms, but Kurt wouldn't move. "Kurt…"
Kurt wiped his eyes as tears filled them, letting out a sniffle. Blaine's heart cracked right down the middle seeing those teary eyes.
"No, no, no. Don't cry, my love." Blaine sat back up and wrapped his arms around Kurt. "Shh, don't cry."
"T-t-this k-keeps happening!" Kurt sobbed into Blaine's shoulder. "I c-c-can't even s-s-sleep!"
"Shh, Kurt, shh. Everything is going to be okay, my love. Everything will be okay." Blaine rocked him slowly, feeling rather upset himself by now. He didn't want Kurt to be like this. He just wanted things to be normal for once. Was that too much to ask? Why couldn't Kurt ever catch a break? Truth be told, Blaine was starting to get seriously worried about his boyfriend. His mood swings over the last three days alone had been terrible. It had started right after Thanksgiving. One minute he would be laughing and the next he'd be crying about something as simple as not being able to find the issue of Vogue that he had been reading. "Shh, Kurt… it's okay. It was just a nightmare."
"It w-w-was real t-t-though!" Kurt sobbed helplessly, clutching at Blaine's t-shirt.
It was real though. That last statement hit home and Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt tightly. This time his heart didn't crack, it broke completely into two jagged pieces. "Oh sweetie… it's all over now, Kurt… you'll never see them again…"
"W-W-What if t-they c-catch th-them and I h-have to? I s-s-saw on the n-news that another b-boy was attacked!" He pulled away, looking at Blaine with huge blue eyes. "What i-if they f-find me again?"
Blaine had really hoped Kurt wouldn't find out about the latest attack that had happened six days ago. The police kept in touch with Burt, but so far they had not wanted to worry Kurt. Obviously their plan had failed. Kurt had found out anyway and was more worried than ever. How long had he known?
"It's not fair, Blaine! It's not fair!" Kurt stood up, wiping his face angrily even though the tears continued to fall. "I can't even sleep because of these people!"
He watched the younger boy, feeling his eyes tear up a bit. It really wasn't fair. "I know. Sweetie, please, lay down. Let me hold y—"
"Don't tell me to lie down!" Kurt suddenly exclaimed, making Blaine jump. "You don't… you just…" He turned, throwing an empty glass that was on his desk against the wall. It shattered, spraying glass everywhere.
"Kurt, stop it. Now." Blaine stood up. This was escalating very quickly and Blaine was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable. He'd never seen Kurt this way before and it was scaring him. This wasn't Kurt. Not his Kurt, at least.
"Don't tell me to stop, Blaine! Don't!" Kurt backed up as Blaine tried to grab his arm. "Don't touch me! Leave me alone! I'm angry!"
"Do you not think I'm angry too, Kurt?" Blaine said, much louder than he intended. "Do you think I don't want to find these people and make them pay for what they did to you? Do you think I like having to wake up in the middle of the night and hear you whimpering, but any time I try to pull you close , have you tense up like you're afraid I'm going to hurt you? Do you think I enjoyed when you passed out in the middle of the mall on Black Friday because you overexerted yourself? Do you think I'm happy they're shoving all this medicine down your throat? Or that because of it you yell at me? Do you really think I'm not angry too?"
Kurt pushed past him and rushed down the hall.
"Where are you going, Kurt?" Blaine hurried after his boyfriend. "Kurt, put that down!"
Kurt was unscrewing the bottle of his most powerful painkillers. For a second, a split second, Blaine thought he was going to down them all in some medically induced fit of rage. Instead Kurt threw the cap down onto the floor and poured all the pills into the sink, starting the garbage disposal. His face was red with anger.
"Kurt!" Blaine shouted, rushing over and turning the disposal off. All the medicine was gone. Not even one pill left in the sink. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Burt rushed in, wearing pajamas and still half asleep. His voice was gruffer than usual when he spoke. "What's going on?"
Kurt sank to the floor and threw the empty bottle across the room, abruptly beginning to sob again.
Burt looked immediately to Blaine, but he could say nothing. He just punched the refrigerator as hard as he could. This was stupid. This wasn't fair. And it wasn't Kurt. Why was all of this stupid stuff happening?
"I'm so tired of this!" Kurt shouted through his sobs. "I am so sick and tired of this! I don't want to be on the stupid medicine! I don't want to be in this stupid house all of the fucking time! I'm sick and tired of being fucking sick and tired!"
Burt sat down on the floor by Kurt and wrapped his arm around him, looking as confused as Blaine felt. "I know, kid. I know."
"You don't!" There was such hate in Kurt's face and his voice that it made Blaine feel sick to his stomach. He felt himself wince. "You don't fucking know how this feels!"
"You're taking your anger out on the wrong people here, kiddo. We all know you're tired. We know you're upset." His father said calmly and quietly.
"You don't know. You don't know the h-half of it! You d-don't know what it's like to g-go to sleep and see it happening over and over and fucking over!"
"What can we do, Kurt? What can we do to make this easier on you?" Burt whispered, pushing his hair back. "Calm down and talk to me, kiddo."
Kurt's chest rose and fall heavily with every breath he took. Sobs still shook his entire body. Huge heartbreaking sobs that were surely hurting his lung. He said nothing, though. Blaine almost wished he was still screaming. At least he had some inkling of what his boyfriend was thinking. This was horrible to witness. Absolutely heartbreaking and horrible.
" What can we do? I'll take you to the doctor tomorrow and we'll lower your pain medicine. I'll get you someone to talk to."
"I don't need a therapist!"
Maybe Blaine did like the silent Kurt more. He hated hearing such hatred in Kurt's beautiful voice. Was Kurt really that broken down? He had seemed fine before... Well, not fine. But nothing like this. He had seemed like he was making progress.
Burt, who normally just shut down and let Kurt throw his fits when he got like this, didn't back down. "What do you need, Kurt?"
Kurt just covered his face with his hands, shoulders shaking. He shook his head.
"How are we supposed to help you if you won't let us? You've got so many people right here willing to help you… If you keep acting okay when you're not, how are we supposed to know?"
"You didn't tell me they attacked someone else!" He suddenly shouted, looking up. "Why didn't you tell me? They attacked me! Did anyone think I would have liked to have known?"
"We thought—."
"We? Blaine knew? Blaine, you knew?" Now that look of hatred was aimed at Blaine, the spitefulness in his voice. Blaine's blood ran cold and he couldn't bear to look in those angry blue eyes, so he looked down at the floor. "You fucking knew and didn't tell me?"
"I told him not to, Kurt. I didn't want you to worry." Burt said quickly.
"Fuck you both! This happened to me, not you two! How could you not tell me, Blaine? What the fuck? How could you not tell me something like this? Why is it that I'm completely honest with you, yet lately I feel like I don't even know you?"
That hurt.
That really hurt.
Blaine finally looked up at Kurt, fighting tears.
This is just the medicine talking. It's not Kurt. This isn't Kurt.
"Don't talk to him that way." Burt snapped. "You're upset but cussing and attacking Blaine isn't going to make you feel any better."
"I'm leaving." Kurt broke free of his father's grasp and grabbed his car keys off of the counter.
"No, you are not!" Burt ran after him. "You can't drive like this!"
Blaine could hear loud shouting from both men outside. Several times he heard the car door shutting. He could see Kurt wrenching it open and Burt pushing him away from it, slamming it back shut. Over and over. Blaine counted the door slam seven times.
"Get inside the house right now, Kurt!" The shouting grew louder. Now he was able to make out the words.
"It's my car! It's in my name!"
"Get inside the damn house!"
"I hate you!"
Blaine covered his face, not knowing what to say. What to think. What to do. What was he supposed to do? He lowered his hands as Burt dragged a struggling Kurt into the house. "Tomorrow morning we are going to your doctor and getting you on something else!"
"Fine! Give me more fucking drugs. Maybe these will keep me sleeping all the fucking time and you can pretend you don't have a son!" Kurt was now shouting complete nonsense. Could he even hear himself at this point, or was he too mad to care?
"Go to your room, Kurt. Right now. Before you say something you regret." Burt pointed towards the hall as if Kurt was a little child.
"I don't even have to listen to you!" Kurt sneered. "What, like you protected me? Like you protected me any of these years!"
"Now, Kurt. Go. To. Your. Room."
Kurt turned on his heels and stomped off. Thirty seconds later the door slammed shut.
"I think you're going to want to stay in the guest room tonight, Blaine." Was all Burt said before going off to bed.
***WBUCT***
Kurt was silent the whole next morning. At the table, he kept his eyes down and played with his hands. In the car, he stared out the window and didn't even utter a sigh. In the waiting room he conveniently looked the other way any time Burt or Blaine looked in his direction.
"Kurt Hummel?" A nurse called.
Kurt stood and quickly made his way to her. Burt and Blaine followed at a much slower pace.
"You still weigh the same as last time." The nurse said as they stepped in. "How are you feeling?"
Kurt didn't speak.
"Alright, I'll take you to your room. Do you want your jacket?"
He didn't speak.
Burt reached out his hand to retrieve his son's jacket. "I'll take it. Thanks."
The nurse led them to a room and held the door open. The three made their way in and Burt silently helped his son onto the bed. The twenty minute wait felt like four hours. Kurt stared out the window, swallowing very hard occasionally. Burt paced the small length of the room and sighed a few times. Blaine stared down at his feet. He hadn't slept at all since the night before, but he had checked on Kurt two hours after his fit and the boy had been fast asleep. His face had been red and his cheeks tear stained which had made Blaine go back to the guest room and cry. The fact that Kurt was mad at him made him want to cry again right there in the doctor's office. He would hold it in, though. If he felt the need to cry, he'd do so later in the guest bedroom.
"Hello, Kurt." The same friendly doctor from last time came in.
"Hi, Dr. Gibbons." He muttered quietly. Blaine hated how defeated Kurt sounded.
This isn't Kurt.
"I wasn't supposed to see you for two more weeks. What's going on?" The doctor took a seat.
After it became apparent Kurt was not going to answer the question, Burt sighed. "He… I think he had a nervous breakdown last night… I guess we wanted to know if… what we can do for him?"
Kurt rubbed at his eyes suddenly, sniffling.
"Okay." The doctor said softly, nodding. "Let me take a listen to your chest, alright? I want to see how your lung is doing." Kurt took a deep breath and nodded, wiping his eyes again. The doctor pulled up the back of his shirt and listened. "Everything sounds very good, Kurt."
Kurt gave another sniffle, lip beginning to tremble. Blaine had to look away to keep himself from wanting to cry more than he already did.
"He doesn't like being on so much medicine." Burt said, reaching out and ruffling Kurt's hair. "And he's having trouble sleeping through the night without nightmares."
The doctor patted Kurt's leg. "Alright. Let's talk about what we're going to do for you. Are you still in any pain?"
"S-some, but not much." Several tears fell down his cheeks and Burt squeezed his shoulder. "M-mostly if I move really f-fast."
"I'm going to take you off of the Feverall and Ultram." The doctor said in a kind voice. "Those are the more powerful ones. I'll start reducing the Prednisone and hopefully we can have you off of it completely by the beginning of February. I'm going to keep your prescription of Celebrex current that way if you feel as though you need it, it's there. So that will put you at taking Celebrex when you need it and the Prednisone regularly. Is that okay?"
Kurt let out a tiny sob and nodded. Blaine wanted to reach out and hug him, but he was still afraid Kurt was mad at him. How long before Kurt would speak to him?
"I do want to put you on Lunesta. You take it half an hour before you go to sleep and it will keep you asleep. You'll get a full 8 hours of rest at least each time you take it and you'll… You'll probably feel a lot better when you're regularly well rested."
"Thank you." Burt said quietly, pulling Kurt close.
"You're welcome. I'll fill out those new prescriptions and you can start taking them tonight. I'll be right back." The doctor patted Kurt's leg again and left the room.
"Do you feel better now, kid?"
Kurt gave a tiny nod and whispered, "I just want to go home."
***WBUCT***
"It's been like two days, Kurt. Are we ever going to speak again?"
Kurt looked up from the scrambled eggs he was eating (Blaine made them better) and saw his boyfriend standing unsurely in the doorway. His hazel eyes looked very sad and it made Kurt feel guilty. He couldn't bring himself to answer Blaine, though. He felt too guilty. He knew that he'd said some pretty mean things to Blaine the last time they had spoken.
Blaine sighed and turned back around to leave the kitchen. "Fine."
"Will you sit with me?" Kurt's voice came out sounding small and scared. Maybe that's what he was right now, though. He didn't know what Blaine would say or do. He desperately wanted Blaine to come and sit by him, but at the same time he didn't. He sat telling Blaine to not let him parents treat him the exact way, to an extent, that he had treated Blaine himself two nights ago.
He looked down when Blaine stopped in his tracks. He didn't turn around though.
Or not, Kurt thought silently and shoved some more eggs into his mouth miserably. Fine. Kurt could handle that. Maybe Blaine should be mad, should not want to be around him.
Blaine turned around and quickly took a seat by Kurt, scooting very close to him in an anxious way. His leg rested against Kurt's and he could feel Blaine's eyes on him but couldn't make himself look up. He was the world's crappiest boyfriend. The world's crappiest person ever, maybe, to be so mean to the sweetest person alive. Kurt's heart was pounding. He wasn't sure if it was a side effect of being off of his medicine or if he was nervous to be so close to Blaine when their last conversation had been… less than perfect. It was probably the latter of the two.
"Can I hug you?" Blaine whispered nervously after several awkward minutes in which both boys avoided eye contact.
Kurt had had only just begun to nod when arms wrapped around him, pulling him close and resting Kurt's head on that familiar shoulder. Kurt let himself relax against Blaine and closed his eyes. No reason to be nervous. It was just Blaine.
"Let's go talk." Blaine moved into a standing position and held out his hand.
Kurt allowed himself to be pulled up and followed his boyfriend out of the kitchen. He wanted to speak, he really did, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He tried to not be nervous, but it was difficult. This was their first real fight and Kurt had 100% been in the wrong. What was he supposed to do?
Kurt was led into his bedroom by Blaine, who quietly shut the door behind them. He sat at Kurt's desk and looked at him.
"…. It's snowing." Kurt mumbled, looking out the window. He could see Blaine's eyes widen in frustration in his peripheral vision.
"Kurt, do you really feel like you don't even know me?" Blaine asked slowly and quietly, clearly giving up on Kurt beginning their serious discussion.
Kurt crossed his arms over his chest and sighed again.
Blaine swallowed and looked away, clearly upset. "I… I don't understand where all of this is coming from… I thought you understood why I kept that stuff from you. It wasn't… meant to make you feel like you didn't know me. Because I'm still the same person. Everything in my past contributed to who I am right now. And if you're referring to me not telling you about the other attacks, I was trying to protect you. You've been scared enough already, Kurt, and I didn't want to add to that."
"You still lied." Kurt mumbled.
"You can't honestly still be arguing that I lied, Kurt. I didn't lie. You didn't ask. If you had asked, Kurt, I would have told you! But you didn't!" Blaine wasn't yelling, but there was distress evident in his voice. "You can't honestly think you have any sort of valid argument here. Who do you think I am then, Kurt?"
"I…" Kurt sighed and sat on his bed, crossing his legs and looking back out the window.
"You what?" Blaine sighed in a resigned way.
"I didn't mean it, okay?" He suddenly blurted. "I didn't mean it! I wished I could take it back the second I said it, but I was so mad, and I just kept talking and talking and I'm sorry." Now that he'd started talking, he couldn't stop. "I'm sorry, Blaine. It was completely… it… it was a low blow and I… I knew it was the one thing that would upset you and I'm sorry."
"So you intentionally said the one thing you knew would upset me?" Blaine asked slowly.
Kurt met his eyes, and then quickly looked away. "Don't hate me, Blaine… please…"
"I don't hate you, Kurt." Blaine stood and crossed the room, sitting next to Kurt.
"Well you probably should." Kurt stared down at the floor. "I wasn't a very good boyfriend."
Blaine scooted so he was backed against the pillows instead of sitting on the edge of the bed. He sat quietly for a few minutes, chewing on his lip, before he finally spoke. "You wouldn't have said it if you weren't…"
"In the middle of a nervous breakdown?" Kurt offered, scooting back so he was once again by his boyfriend. Blaine wrapped an arm around him, tugging him even closer. Kurt rested his head on Blaine's chest and breathed in, taking in his scent.
"Kurt… Are you mad at me?" Blaine whispered.
Kurt sat up straight and turned to face Blaine. The sad look in his eyes broke Kurt's heart. He reached over and placed his larger hands over his boyfriend's slightly smaller ones, squeezing them gently. "No, Blaine… I just… I don't know…" He trailed off, not breaking eye contact. He pulled his knees to his chest slowly so as to not hurt himself before resting his chin on his knees and looking intently at Blaine. "I just want to know what else I don't know. What else do I not know?"
"Kurt…"
"No. What else don't I know?" Kurt urged. "I want to know everything about you."
"I… I've got an older brother named Alexander. He lives in Italy with this floozy he met on vacation. They're apparently getting married in a year or something. I don't really even consider him a brother… He's twenty years older than me and… it's just not that good of a relationship. When I was seven years old, my dog ripped my baby blanket to shreds and I cried for weeks. It also bit me on the back of my leg and I have a small scar. You can still see it, sometimes. When I was nine years old I fell off our boat and almost drowned. I had to stay in the hospital for four days." Blaine rambled. "When I was six years old I ate two cans of cat food. I threw up for days. I used to spend all of my summers in Harbor Springs in Michigan. We have a house up there that my grandfather bought for $1 million in cash way back in the day. Your eyes remind me of the water there. When I was eleven I had a girlfriend. She tried to kiss me in the hallway outside of science class but I rushed off and broke up with her by a note the next day. Is that enough?"
Kurt shook his head, watching him interestedly. He didn't want Blaine to stop. He wanted to know everything.
Blaine paused, looking very thoughtful. "When I was thirteen I painted my room… all of these ridiculously cool colors. I was so proud of myself… but my dad thought it was too girly and made me paint over them. I really like to read Frankenstein: The Modern Prometheus when it thunderstorms. At home, during the summer, I'd go out on our porch with lemonade and read it through in one entire sitting… I don't know what it is I love about the book so much. We've got—well, I had a really nice house back then. You'd have loved it. It wasn't a home, though. My dad was always at work and Mom… well, she was never home. I have my suspicions about where she would go, but…" He trailed off looked up at the ceiling. "I want to live in Michigan one day. At least for a year or two. It's so beautiful, Kurt. And Harbor Springs is so nice. They have this little shop that you can get these cookies from. Tom's Mom's. They are amazing. Like, I would go to Michigan for the whole summer until I turned twelve. After we'd go at the beginning of summer and the end I'd go to… that camp. But the beginnings of my summers were amazing. I miss it sometimes."
Kurt didn't even know if they were still in an argument. He just knew Blaine looked sad, so he reached over and grabbed his hand.
"I've always wanted two girls. Four years apart. Because my brother was so much older than me that it wasn't even like having a brother… and I always wanted someone to talk to, you know? So I think it would be nice to have two girls four years apart. That way they're close enough in age to be good friends. They could take care of each other. And I want a cat. I know you like dogs but I've always wanted a cat. A really lazy and really fat cat that will sit with me when I read. I want to live somewhere that I can sit outside on my porch and read without being bothered… I hate celery. Hate it. And peanut butter. Peanut butter is just disgusting."
Kurt tilted his head, still watching Blaine and hanging on to his every word. He loved when Blaine talked. His voice was absolutely beautiful.
"When we sang Baby It's Cold Outside… do you remember that?"
Of course Kurt remembered that. How could he not? Hadn't it been the first time they sang alone together?
"I have never wanted to kiss someone as badly as I wanted to kiss you then, Kurt. And it scared me… it really scared me…"
"Why didn't you?" Kurt whispered.
Blaine swallowed. "Because I'm terrible at romance. I always have been." He pulled his own knees to his chest and, like Kurt, rested his head on them. "I wanted to… Wes gave me such a hard time. He heard us singing, you know? He really likes you, Kurt. He let me have it for 'leading you on.'"
Kurt felt his lips curl upward in a small smile.
"At your prom, when we slow danced… I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you." Blaine whispered, meeting Kurt's eyes.
Kurt's insides gave a big flip and his breath caught in his throat. That had been a bittersweet night. The beginning, watching the Warblers Sing, dancing with all of the girls of New Directions, sitting at a table with Blaine and laughing together, and slow dancing with Blaine had been amazing. They were memories he would cherish forever. As they left, reality struck hard.
Four of the football players had been outside smoking when the two left alone, hand in hand. Two of them grabbed Blaine, pushing him into Kurt's car and punching him in the face and stomach several times. Another one of the football players held Kurt back while the last one gave Kurt the same treatment Blaine received. Until one of their girlfriend's left the gymnasium and called out their names. Blaine stayed hunch over for several seconds, holding his stomach, until his breath had slowly returned to him. He had a cut eye and a split lip and there were small drops of blood on his white dress shirt. Kurt had a rather large bump on the side of his head and a bloody nose.
When they arrived at Kurt's house twenty minutes later, Carole had immediately taken them into the bathroom and cleaned both of them up. The damage wasn't too bad. They would only have small cuts and bruises for less than a week. Burt was fast asleep when they arrived and never found out what exactly had happened on his son's prom night—apart from the fact that his son had gotten to slow dance with the boy he liked, something he may or may not have demanded Blaine do before Kurt made his way downstairs.
Blaine stood and held out his hand.
"What?" Kurt asked, eyebrow arching. "Where are we going?"
"C'mere." He whispered, gently tugging his boyfriend into a standing position.
"What are you doing? You're not about to propose or something are you?"
Blaine rested his hands on Kurt's hips, pulling him close. "Put your hands around my neck."
Kurt bit his lip, fighting a smile, and did as he was instructed. His heart was pounding and his stomach was doing cartwheels. "Blaine—"
"Shh." Blaine whispered, resting his forehead against Kurt's as they began to sway slowly together.
"But—"
"You talk entirely too much sometimes, Kurt. It's okay to be quiet." Blaine pressed his lips against Kurt's, tugging him closer. Kurt's mind was racing. Was he supposed to still be upset? Could he be happy that this was happening? He wanted to be happy. Blaine was a terrible person, lying and saying he was awful at romance.
Yes, Kurt decided, he could be happy. He kissed Blaine back, letting out a content little sigh. He could feel Blaine's hands on his hips, holding him close. He remembered at prom when they had stood like this how fast his heart had been beating, how excited he was, how he told himself he would remember every single detail to recount to Rachel and Mercedes, but how once he had been in the moment all he could do was stare into Blaine's hazel eyes without a care in the world. He didn't care that people were watching them in shock. No. Because Blaine Wyatt Anderson was his.
Kurt didn't even remember the song they had danced to, but it wasn't important. All that had been important was being so close to Blaine (because while they had kissed, they definitely hadn't been pressed together like that), looking into his eyes, and seeing that small smile. He had been happy, so very happy. He had been able to tell Blaine was happy too and that only made him feel even more content.
"Kurt, I love you." Blaine murmured into his lips, breaking his thoughts.
"I love you too." Kurt pressed closer, not wanting the moment to end.
Blaine pulled away from the kiss and rested his head on Kurt's shoulder, swaying to music he could only hear in his head. Kurt danced with him slowly, arms still around his neck. The smell of Blaine's soap was intoxicating and almost made Kurt dizzy.
"This is my perfect moment, Kurt. It's as perfect now as it was last May in your school's gymnasium. Maybe more perfect, because now we're alone. We don't have to worry about people staring. We can just be us, you and me. That's what I want out of life, Kurt. I want us." Blaine explained quietly, head rested on his shoulder still.
"Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with me?" Kurt whispered in his ear as they moved.
"I can't imagine not seeing you every day, Kurt… I'll never feel this way about anyone else. Never. I want this. Forever."
Kurt pulled him closer quite roughly, crashing his lips against Blaine's in a desperate kiss. Blaine kissed back just as eagerly, moving them back onto the bed. Kurt whimpered and pulled Blaine on top of him, hands sliding over his broad shoulders and down his back. He felt Blaine shiver slightly and let his hand go to Blaine's neck, softly stroking the skin. Blaine let out a noise between a moan and a grunt, pressing himself against Kurt. Kurt groaned loudly at that. Payback was really a bitch when your hips connected like that.
"Don't tease me." Blaine whimpered, kissing Kurt again.
Kurt arched slightly, wanting to feel that sensation when their hips connected again. The back of his mind told him to stop. He knew it was two weeks before he was medically allowed to have sex with his boyfriend. He was still weak, although he would never admit that out loud. He couldn't stop though. He'd spent weeks lying in bed with Blaine without even heavy make out sessions. He had always been too tired; Blaine had always pulled away before things got too heavy. He wished Blaine would pull away now because he couldn't.
"No, Kurt. No." Blaine whispered, but he continued assaulting Kurt's mouth with his own after the words had been uttered.
Kurt let out a desperate moan, tugging at Blaine's hair lightly. He slid his tongue into Blaine's mouth and moaned again, this time in delight, when his boyfriend's tongue met his own. Their tongues danced; there was no other way to describe it. Several moans and groans followed, hands trying to roam but never getting quite low enough to relieve problems. And there were definitely problems what with the way their hips were grinding together. It probably wouldn't be a problem for too much longer and Kurt was okay with that.
Kurt's hands slid up Blaine's shirt and over his stomach. Blaine shuddered, eyes rolling into the back of his head.
"You're so sensitive to touch." Kurt whispered into his lips.
"I hate you." Came the frustrated response as Blaine tried to shoo Kurt's hand away.
Kurt let his hand slide lower.
"No. No." Blaine's voice was very firm.
Kurt groaned in frustration and moved Blaine off of him. Blaine panted and tried to catch his breath, eyes wide. Kurt took several deep breaths as well. If they didn't quit now, they wouldn't stop. As much as Kurt didn't want to stop, he couldn't see himself explaining to his dad why he needed to go to the doctor. How had he hurt himself, if that was indeed possible. No. He had to wait another two weeks at least before he could do anything of the sort.
"Oh my god, I haven't been this horny since I was sixteen years old." Blaine muttered.
"How un-dapper of you, Blaine." Kurt gave Blaine an impish smile.
"Oh, shut up." Blaine leaned over. Kurt's breath caught in his throat, thinking Blaine was going to kiss him again. He definitely wanted that. Instead, though, Blaine messed up his hair and grinned.
"You have way too much fun doing that." Kurt mumbled as he sat up, straightening his shirt.
"You have way too much fun trying to get me riled up. Just for that, I'm going to make you watch ESPN with me and you're going to like it." Blaine grinned again.
Kurt looked into his hazel eyes, biting his lip. "Are we still fighting?"
"I think it's safe to say no." Blaine leaned forward and kissed him again quickly. "I'd appreciate not throwing stuff like that in my face to upset me though…"
"Sorry." He mumbled, looking down. "I feel really bad about it, Blaine."
"I know." Blaine gave him a small smile. "Don't worry about it. Next time, though, I'm throwing out all your hair and face products. Just so we're clear."