Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Kurt found himself curled up in the blankets of Blaine's bed, eyes swollen and red from crying, waiting on the other boy to bring him something to eat like he had promised. He was currently thankful that he had a friend he could tell everything to without them automatically going off the deep end. Kurt sighed heavily, running his fingers through his unstyled mess of hair. Right, Blaine was only doing this because he was his friend. Not because he was actually in love with him, no. That would be way too simple and way too cliché for Kurt's taste.
"Hey." Blaine walked in, carrying a mug of hot chocolate and a huge chocolate chip muffin on a tray. He sat next to Kurt, balancing the tray on his lap. Kurt reached over, grabbing the muffin. They sat in silence, the only sound coming from Kurt's quiet swallows and the continuous 'clink' of porcelain on metal when Kurt set his mug back onto the tray after taking a sip of cocoa. "Thank you," Kurt muttered when he finished. Blaine moved the tray, setting it on his nightstand.
"You need to tell someone." Blaine lied down, looking up at Kurt.
"I already did," Kurt responded, staring at a spot on the wall across the room. "I told you. No one else needs to know." He lied down as well, rolling on his side to face Blaine. "I understand why he's doing it. I'm just going to let him do it."
Blaine turned his head, confusion and outrage in his hazel eyes. "Why?"
"Finn doesn't know how to deal with his emotions when they get out of hand. Right now, he's trying to find a way to vent without hurting himself, Rachel, or Puck. He did this," Kurt gestured to the bruises, which were starting to take a green and black tinge around the edges. "out of rage for not knowing a better way to deal with another girlfriend cheating on him. He doesn't hate me. Yeah, we've had some difficult times, but we've gotten through it. And we'll get through this one too." Kurt gave a resigned sort of shrug. "He'll come to his senses eventually and apologize."
Blaine stared at the countertenor, slightly awestruck. "You're willing to do that for him?" He asked, shocked by Kurt's selflessness.
"He's my brother now; of course I'm willing to do that for him." Kurt slid closer to Blaine, resting his head on the other teen's chest. "Do you mind?"
"No," Blaine sighed. "I really don't." He unconsciously brought a hand up to stroke at Kurt's hair, feeling his eyes flutter shut.
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Blaine woke alone in his bed. He sat up and let out a frustrated breath, irritated with himself for thinking Kurt would stick around. The lead Warbler felt his heart crack as he thought about the bruised boy. No one deserved what he had gone through. Blaine felt anger blaze throughout his body. It was immediately replaced with a surge of reality. Kurt didn't want him to protect him. He wanted him to be there as a friend.
And what a great friend I am, Blaine thought bitterly. I'm falling in love with a guy, who obviously only thinks of me as a friend, not to mention he doesn't even have the courtesy to leave me a note to say he's leaving.
"Um, Blaine?" The boy jerked his head toward the door leading into his bathroom. Kurt stood in the doorway, burgundy towel wrapped around his waist. "Do you have any clothes I could borrow? I really don't want to put back on my dirty clothes…" he trailed off, his cheeks flushing pink from embarrassment.
"Sure," Blaine said breathlessly, tearing his eyes away from the drops of water trailing down the younger boy's surprisingly defined chest. He grabbed a pair of boxers, sleep pants, and a t-shirt from his nightstand, tossing them to Kurt. The other teen thanked him before retreating into the bathroom again.
Blaine grabbed the nearest pillow and bit it, trying to keep from screaming in frustration. It wasn't right. He wanted Kurt in some of the worst ways possible, but he was just a friend. Friends aren't supposed to think of their friends like that, the curly haired teen scolded himself.
The door opened again, revealing Kurt with a distasteful expression on his injured features. Even bruised, he pulled off his 'bitch please' expression perfectly. "Harry Potter clothes, Blaine? Seriously?"
Blaine reevaluated what he had given the other teen. A scarlet shirt with the Gryffindor crest and lion on it in gold. The pants were black with the traditional Hogwarts crest on the left thigh. "It's not that bad," Blaine chuckled.
"There are Golden Snitches on the boxers." Kurt glared at the older boy as he doubled over laughing.
"You'll be fine." Blaine wiped tears of mirth from his eyes. "You still look…" He stopped abruptly, all signs of amusement gone.
"'I still look' what?" Kurt questioned, trying to get the other teen to meet his gaze.
"Nothing," Blaine answered, standing up quickly. "If you don't want to go home tonight, it's fine if you stay here. Just make sure you call your dad and let him know: I don't want the police breaking down my door in their attempts to find you if you don't." He turned back for a moment to flash Kurt a smile before walking out his bedroom door. "I'll be right back."
Kurt sighed before retrieving his phone from his jeans on the floor. He dialed his house phone, hoping that Finn wouldn't be the one to answer.
"Hello?" Burt's gruff voice came over the earpiece and Kurt almost cheered in relief.
"Hey, Daddy," Kurt said, his voice still holding on to a semblance of happiness. "I have a question for you."
Burt laughed under his breath, used to his son's antics when he wanted something. "What is it, son?"
"Finn and I had a teeny disagreement earlier," Kurt stated, forcing the cheer to stay in his voice. "And I think it'd be best if we had a little bit of time apart from each other. Do you mind if I stay the night with Blaine?"
"No, I don't mind." Burt sounded concerned. "What did you and Finn fight about?"
"Oh, it was just something stupid," Kurt said nonchalantly. "We should both be over it by tomorrow."
"Alright kid, take care. Love you."
"Love you too, Dad." Kurt hung up and checked the time: 5:29. He set his phone onto Blaine's nightstand, wondering where the other boy had gone off to.
He walked out of the room, walking down the hallway. He paused outside of a door when he heard the rhythmic 'click' of a blade against marble. He slowly opened the door, slightly shocked to see Blaine standing at the counter of an extremely modern kitchen, dicing tomatoes. "Hey you," he called softly.
Blaine looked up from what he was doing, a small smile on his face. "Hey," he greeted. He used the blade of the knife to scoop the tomatoes into the bowl next to him. He then proceeded to use a spoon to toss the salad. "So are you staying the night?"
Kurt walked over, suddenly feeling nervous. "Yeah, I am."
Blaine looked up, full out grinning at Kurt. "Fun."
Okay, second chapter up. I was honestly shocked by the amount of feedback I got for this story. Thank you all! Since I really planned on this being a one-shot, if you have any ideas for what I could do in this story, please let me know. Reviews = Love. ~C.Y.R.
