So by the end of this week, I'll have worked 69.25 hours for the fortnight at three different stores. My previous experiences with jobs was getting one or two four hours shifts a week. This is a bit... wow.
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(Anonymous): How about Kurt wants to leave Dalton after losing Regionals because he's so upset, but Blaine doesn't think it's time yet because of Karofsky, so he gives him a reason to stay? :)
TGTDOSBDK.
Reason
"I'm so sorry Kurt."
Blaine shoveled the dirt onto the grave, patting it down gently. "I know this is really upsetting for you. Reminds you of your mom's funeral, doesn't it?"
Kurt sniffed quietly. "The casket was bigger. But yes."
Blaine stood, placing the shovel down and staring down at the tiny tombstone. "It's not just that though," Kurt continued. "Honestly I'm upset that we lost at Regionals."
Blaine knew from the second it was announced that Kurt would take the loss hard, especially watching all of his friends continue on to Nationals without him. "The competition season's over, but we'll still get to perform. We do nursing home shows all the time. And do you know how many Gaps there are in Ohio? Tons." He glanced over at Kurt, hoping to lighten the mood a little. Of course nothing would beat the chance to perform in New York, but hopefully Kurt would see that it wasn't the end of the world.
"Yeah, I just really... really, wanted to win."
Kurt gently tossed the rose onto the grave, and Blaine knew he was still feeling down about it all. But Blaine couldn't bring himself to be upset, because he knew there were more important things. "You did win," he said, looking over at Kurt who glanced up with red rimmed eyes, blinking quickly. "So did I. We got each other out of all this." Kurt finally smiled, looking at him almost shyly. "That beats a lousy trophy, don't you think?" The smile grew a little more as Blaine held out a hand, which Kurt took.
But as they walked away, Blaine knew it wasn't over. He might have appeased Kurt for now, but it was going to come up again.
It ended up being later that night. Wes had called his usual post-performance meeting to congratulate everybody on a performance well done, give a little feedback and decide on their next course of action. Blaine sat by Kurt the whole time, their hands linked on the couch between them, and watched his boyfriend carefully out the corner of his eye. Kurt looked fine but Blaine was pretty sure it was for appearances sake.
As the rest of the Warblers left, Blaine remained seated. Kurt glanced at him curiously but stayed with him. When the last Warbler walked out, Blaine immediately turned to face Kurt. "So, are you okay?"
"I don't know how much longer I can stay here," Kurt blurted out. A second later, he seemed to realize what he had said, covering his mouth immediately. "I can't even take it back because it's true, but I didn't want to just say it like that -"
"You want to go back to McKinley." It wasn't a question. As Kurt nodded, Blaine sighed, trying to figure out how to word it as gently as possible. "Kurt, you know I'm all for you being happy, but McKinley isn't safe for you yet, not while Karofsky's still a student."
Blaine could see in Kurt's eyes that he knew the words were true, but his boyfriend clearly wasn't happy about it. "I survived there with him before, Blaine. I can do it again."
"He wasn't threatening to kill you before." Kurt flinched minutely and Blaine squeezed his hand in apology. "I'm not saying you can't stand up for yourself, but if there's a chance of him hurting you, I don't want you to take it."
Kurt sighed. "Blaine, I'm gay. That means I'll have to deal with people like Karofsky my whole life. If I can't stand up to a bully at high school, how am I meant to stand up for myself when I'm living in New York?"
"New York?"
"It's the dream." The first genuine smile crossed Kurt's face. "I've always wanted to live there. Is it really that surprising?"
Blaine shook his head. "It's just kind of where I want to go too." He allowed the moment of silent understanding to pass between them, but decided that was a subject to discuss later. "But the thing is, if someone threatens to kill you there, you call the police. You don't go back to where the person is and give them the opportunity to hurt you or - or go through with their threat."
He couldn't hold back a shiver of apprehension at the thought of it, and Kurt grabbed his other hand. "Hey, don't. I'm safe, nobody's going to hurt me. Don't let yourself think about it, okay? I could think the same thing about you and it would honestly tear me to pieces. We need to focus on the positive. You and me."
Blaine couldn't help but smile at the light that shone in Kurt's eyes when he talked about their relationship, and suddenly realized something important that might very well be the heart of Kurt's problem. "You've been given a lot of reasons not to go back to McKinley, but you haven't been given a reason to stay at Dalton, have you?" He could see Kurt was hesitant to reply, and understood. "Hey, I won't be offended. I know if you did go, we could continue our relationship as it is now."
Kurt nodded. "I mean, I love seeing you ever day, and the other guys are nice and all, but it's ... it's not McKinley. It's not New Directions. And no matter how crazy they are, I miss them. And they're going to New York, Blaine. Ever since the start of the year, we've all been talking about going to New York together as a group. And now the opportunity is here... how can I be happy knowing they're going and I'm here?"
"I know." Blaine watched Kurt for a moment, trying to work out what to do next. All he knew was that Kurt needed a reason to stay, and he was probably the only one who give it right now. But can I give what I really want to?
Another glance at Kurt, and his answer was clear.
"Kurt?" Kurt hummed in reply, turning his attention from his uniform back to Blaine. "I can think of one good reason for you to stay at Dalton, at least for now."
"What's that?"
Blaine leant in, cupping Kurt's cheek gently and kissing him on the lips. It was only quick, but it said everything he needed to hear. "Because if you stay, we can do that whenever we like."
Kurt reached up to cover Blaine's hand, still resting on his face. "Well," he said, after a moment of thought, "no, I don't think I could get that at McKinley."
"You don't think?" Blaine teased lightly.
Kurt smirked. "Well, not until Sam comes out of the closet." His smirk widened at Blaine's raised eyebrow. "Do I detect a hint of jealousy?"
"Oh, you detect a lot of jealousy," Blaine murmured, completely addicted to the sparkle in Kurt's eyes. "I think I'd better stake my claim."
Maybe it's not just that sparkle I'm addicted to, Blaine mused as they began to kiss again, Kurt's hand coming to rest at the back of his neck. His lips are pretty enticing too.
Short, I know.
MusicalEscape:
And one time Wevid accepted a challenge to turn making out platonic.
*starts making out*
"...don't they have girlfriends?"
"Yeah, they're coming to visit right about-"
"DAVID!"
"WES!"
"...now."