Thanks to everyone who reviewed, some of them were so great and sweet. Still haven't gotten far with Part 2, though I do have ideas; it deals with summer and then season 2! Reply to give me some ideas and really inspire me!
Part 1, Section 2
Madison and Blaine finally arrived at his house after that awkward car situation.
"Listen, it's okay, we're just not ready," Blaine put his hands on both her shoulders and looked down at her.
Madison was still looking at the floor, "I shoulda turned you on, I wanted to, I don't know what I'm doing, it's so obvious that you can't even want me," she muttered out, suddenly looking at him upset and hurt.
"It's, it's not you, we just shouldn't be doing this, we're in high school…" was Blaine's excuse, "now, let's go upstairs and watch some TV while we do our homework, I'll help you with Italian," Blaine nudged her and smiled wide.
She slowly started smiling back at him, "Well only if you say sexy things to me in Italian," she teased and giggled before running up the stairs to his bedroom. He followed, laughing, running after her. He caught up to her and grabbed her and just hugged her from behind, kissing the back of her neck.
"I'm sorry I'm so inexperienced and stupid and can't be what you want," Blaine whispered into her neck as the playful moment turned quickly serious again. He could never be with her or marry her because he liked guys.
She just leaned into him and sighed softly as he held her. Blaine leaned his face into her neck and closed his eyes in regret, knowing soon he was going to have to break up with her.
…
Later in the evening, they sat on his bed, watching TV, when his phone rang all of a sudden. It was Kurt.
"Excuse me, sweetie, important call," Blaine said as he stood up and exited his room. He walked the long hall to the guest bedroom at the end and picked it up.
"Kurt," Blaine answered the phone as he closed the door, a smile grew on his face. He laid back on the bed, resting his hand on his blazer covered stomach.
"Hi Blaine. I was wondering if you were free tonight. Finn's having a party at our house since our parents went away for a small trip."
"I want to, so bad, but I can't. How about tomorrow—they still gone tomorrow?"
"Yeah, they don't return till late,"
"Then, me and you will just have to take advantage of that empty house," Blaine flirted, smiling, forgetting he was in his Dalton get up and should be resisting the urge to flirt.
"Oh yeah? Whatchu gonna do?" Kurt teased back laughing softly.
Blaine laughed, "Get drunk and streak," Blaine joked. He didn't even know where that came from. He rarely drank, if ever.
"Maybe," Kurt was thinking making out, but knew that Blaine was probably too cool for him, "Just call me tomorrow and I'll give you my address…"
"I'll call you, more than definitely," Blaine flirted and laughed cutely as Madison walked in and climbed into bed with him and cuddled up against him.
She mouthed "Who are you talking to?" she didn't look angry, just curious as her legs entwined with his and her arms wrapped around his body.
"Hey, I gotta go, I will call you, seriously," Blaine hung up, not giving Kurt time to say goodbye.
His phone beeped, but Blaine ignored it. He gently pushed Madison off him before standing up, pulling her up with him. He put his arm around Madison before walking her back to his bedroom.
…
Blaine walked Madison out when her mother arrived in her Cadillac. He smiled and waved politely to her mother. Madison had a so-called curfew, but mostly because of her parents' quite unrealistic fear of Blaine getting her pregnant at 15. Blaine always rolled his eyes at that one, knowing they were never going to have sex unless he got so sucked into his family's ways that one of his games of pretend turned into one fucked up lifestyle. He also thought it was stupid because Madison was allowed to stay an hour longer if the friend was a girl.
Once Madison's mom's car was gone and Blaine took a shower and got ready for bed, Blaine dialed Kurt's number. His hair was freshly washed and he was feeling like the Blaine Kurt knew as he laid in bed and turned off the lights.
"Kurt, hi," Blaine said softly as he curled up in his bed with his cell phone to his ear.
"What happened? You didn't text me back."
"I'm sorry, it was nothing really. Jus wanted to tell you I was thinking about you all day," Blaine whispered into the phone. His parents were in the next room either asleep or going asleep soon.
Kurt didn't say anything for a second, but finally responded, "I thought about you too, I miss you even if it was only a few days."
"It's weird, right? It's probably because we're the only gay guys we know," Blaine laughed, chalking it up to external reasons rather than internal ones, that he might have feelings for this guy and just saying it was because Kurt was special and pretty and funny.
"Maybe, that and you're freakin' adorable," Kurt gushed and blushed, but thankfully since they were on the phone Blaine would never know or see the pink creeping up his cheeks to the tip of his ears.
"Why thank you. I'd have to say the same about you. Well, it's kind of late, I just called because I had to hear you before bed and I kinda had a bad day, okay, a really awkwardly bad day, but um, good night," Blaine said as he started closing his eyes.
"Wish I could make your night better… I better let you sleep, good bye Blaine," Kurt said with a soft sigh and then hung up.
…
Kurt called Blaine between classes, he cornered himself in the hall and dialed, figured he must be in school.
Blaine immediately answered.
"Hello."
"Blaine, just checking if you were okay. You seemed sad last night. You're probably in school."
"Yeah, I'm okay," Blaine said, knowing that tonight he was supposed to help with his father's campaign, printing out posters and handing them out, which was great and all, but he kind of just wanted to relax. Especially since his father has a big thing in his speech about not letting the gays get married.
"Ok, good, I'll let you go, but um, are you busy tonight? I'd like to maybe hang out, if you still wanted to. My parents won't be home until real late."
"I just found out I have to help my father with boring political stuff like all night, maybe tomorrow, I'm sorry Kurt."
"Oh okay, well have fun, I'll let you go, class is about to start," Kurt said about to hang up, but Blaine stopped him.
"Wait, just wanted to say I missed you," Blaine said sweetly into the phone, knowing Kurt was his anchor in this reality called life, and he was holding onto him like a life saver.
"I miss-" Kurt started, liking the sweetness, but wondering what this political stuff was about when all of a sudden another kind of sweetness, a slushie, came crashing into his face unexpectantly. Kurt let out a loud gasp and shivered.
"Fuck, Blaine, I have to go," Kurt chattered out.
"No, what's wrong? Kurt, I'm worried," Blaine said as Kurt just hung up on him, not wanting to explain.
Azimio and Karofsky just laughed and walked away as if they did nothing.
Kurt glared after them as he headed to the bathroom, "Now I need a spa treatment," Kurt cried out as he dug through his bag for the small towel he carried around for situations just like this, and started to dab his skin with it.
Kurt received text after text from Blaine; they were filled with worry.
What happened?
Are you okay?
You're not okay. You're not answering.
Call me, text me.
You screamed Kurt, you're not fine.
I can make you smile. Just let me.
Kurt read them all after his hair was still soaked and cold, but his heart was warming up to Blaine's sweet messages.
He texted back.
I'm okay. Just got hit with a slushie. I'm used to it, it's cuz I'm in Glee club. I'm fine, your concern is just making me smile. Xxx
Blaine replied.
A slushie? That's horrible, Kurt! But I'm glad you're okay and smiling, wish I could be there to see your beautiful smile. Just have courage, Kurt.
Kurt sighed softly putting his phone away and walking to his next class, which he was so late for and looking an uncharacteristicly mess.
…
After school, Blaine sat in his father's campaign headquarters or just simply the Anderson living room, printing out the posters that claimed "Anderson for Mayor, He'll do it right."
Blaine boredly printed 20 copies at a time, mostly keeping to himself, but listening to what was going on around him. Though he honestly was trying to get Kurt out of his mind. Was he bullied on a daily basis for being out and gay? He just wanted to hug the boy. He shook his head to wake up from his thoughts about Kurt, and instead listening to his father.
William was telling his devotees what exactly he plans to make happen if elected.
"One, lower taxes, two, cut the public school budgets, three, no gay rights in marriage," he said and everyone cheered in response.
Blaine struggled to keep a straight face. He wanted to frown and hit his fists against the desk as he printed the flyers and yell about injustices and how his new best friend was slushied for being gay, but he didn't, he just kept printing the flyers that he'd later have to hand out as if he supported all of his father's causes.
"I know, citizens of Westerville, it's a sin to lay with another man or woman, says so in the bible," was all William said before dropping it and redirecting the conversation about where they were to post these flyers with his son, Blaine as the leader of the pack.
He walked over to Blaine and patted his shoulder.
Blaine looked up at him from his seat and gave a very impressive and realistic fake smile. Though inside his heart raced and he wanted to run and just cry.
"Hey, um, Dad, it's getting kind of late, wouldn't it be better if we did this in daylight," Blaine asked politely with a smile.
"We have an hour left of daylight, we'll do it till then and finish off tomorrow, we're heading near city hall, that's a good spot" William replied as he took the stacks of flyers and handed them out.
Blaine frowned as he took a stack, but quickly smiled, "Let's go guys, I have Main Street," he said and then started assigning streets.
Everyone went in his or her separate cars and as soon as he headed to Main Street, he went straight past it and called up Kurt, wanting to really just cry and hang out with someone who might understand him.
"Hey Blaine, how's hanging with the family?" Kurt asked sweetly into the phone, knowing Blaine's plans.
"Horrible," Blaine said, his voice breaking.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" Kurt asked, his heart stopping before it began beating extra fast, hoping he's not laying in a ditch somewhere beaten up by his father or something.
"No, I mean, yeah, but can I see you? I have to see you," Blaine just said into the phone as he headed home to change real quickly.
"Yeah, yeah of course. Let me give you my address, you can come over and we'll talk."
"Okay, I just have to shower, so I'll be there in like a few hours okay," Blaine lied, knowing he won't have time to shower today, that he'd have to wet his hair a little to get the gel out and change into jeans and a t-shirt. He couldn't let Kurt know how far away he really lived, it would seem odd to spring that on him now.
"Ok, I'll text you my address, I'll make you some freshly baked cookies to make you feel better," Kurt said and smiled, hoping he's not like really into dieting or something.
"That sounds great, thank you Kurt, you're making me feel better already. Maybe it'll make both of us feel okay after our days… I'll see you soon." Blaine said and hung up.
He rushed home, changed and wet his hair so it was unruly and he grabbed a beanie that planned on throwing on his head for later when his hair dried before leaving to head to Lima to the address Kurt gave him.
…
Two hours later, Blaine stood at Kurt's house and rang the doorbell. As soon as Kurt opened the door, Kurt saw the hurt sad look on Blaine's face and just wrapped his arms around him and pulled him inside.
Kurt gently ran his fingers through Blaine's curls as he held him close to his body.
"You okay?"
Blaine nodded against Kurt's neck as they held one another, "Sometimes I just feel so isolated."
"I know what you mean… but I made fresh cookies and coffee for us," Kurt said, patting Blaine's back gently.
"Mmm," Blaine said with a smile and then slowly pulled away from Kurt.
"There's that smile I love," Kurt smiled back and put his hand on Blaine's back, leading him to the kitchen.
"You love my smile?" Blaine asked with a smile as they walked together to the kitchen.
Kurt blushed and nodded, "It's pretty cute."
"Thank you," Blaine said as he sat down, "And thanks for inviting and welcoming me into your home, it's lovely," Blaine said politely and sincerely, looking at the homeliness of it all and feeling the warmth from the small homemade decoration on the wall to the minute little messes that made it feel lived in.
"You're really sweet, Blaine," Kurt smiled at him as he poured them both a coffee and made Blaine's drink how he liked it and set it in front of him, "One sugar with skim milk," he said, which made Blaine smile.
Kurt gave Blaine a few of his warm chocolate chip cookies and sat down diagonal to him and started eating his cookies and drinking his coffee.
"This is so good, it makes me feel better," Blaine smiled, still chewing the cookie.
Kurt reached over and brushed a crumb from the side of his mouth, "You had a cookie crumb," he whispered softly before removing his hand from Blaine's face.
"Thanks, so, are your parents home or your step brother home? I'd like to meet them if they are."
"My parents just came home from their trip, they're asleep and my brother is in "our room," he said and shrugged. "You can meet him a little later, I guess."
"Cool, is he really homophobic because that would suck…"
"He's not really, it's hard because before our parents got together, I had a teensy little crush on him," Kurt said with a laugh, "He actually made it up to me in a big way, so we're okay, he'll be cool with meeting you."
"Wow, he's practically your step brother," Blaine smiled, "That sounds like a soap opera, very interesting life you lead, Kurt."
"Thanks, not as fun as it seems, believe me, being the only out kid at my school, I get slushied and thrown in dumpsters and stuff," Kurt shrugged.
"I'm sorry." Blaine looked sad before continuing to speak, "I go to private school, so we have a zero tolerance bullying policy. I wish I could help. All this time I was complaining about my life, and you get hurt and harassed everyday, I feel really bad, Kurt," Blaine had sad puppy dog eyes as he looked at Kurt, who didn't seem as affected by the bullying as Blaine was, probably because Blaine wasn't used to it, and being thrown into a dumpster really wasn't that bad to Kurt, especially now that he had friends who would stick up for him when they could.
"Blaine, it's okay, really, but you don't seem the type to go to private school, though…"
"Yeah, I know, but I do. You would be surprised at how different I am at home," Blaine smiled, giving him one major hint of the truth of Blaine Anderson.
…
A few hours passed, it was almost midnight by now, and Kurt and Blaine were now settled on the couch, sitting next to each other, sharing a blanket but not touching. The TV was on low, but they weren't really paying attention to it, even though more than half the time they were facing the screen.
Blaine kept glancing at Kurt, knowing it was late, and that he had school tomorrow, and he's gonna be killed if he skipped, and he'd be so tired whether he stayed here or not that he just decided to ask.
"Do you mind if I crash here? I'll take the floor or the couch, it's just getting late, and I'm getting tired, and I don't think I could drive home without crashing," Blaine said with a small yawn, blinking tiredly at Kurt.
"We have school tomorrow, I mean, yeah sure, come on, you can stay in my bed," Kurt stood up and took Blaine's hand. Blaine smiled at the contact and gripped his hand lightly and squeezed it caringly.
"My brother might not like it, but I'm gonna have to tell him to keep it a secret," Kurt said as he pulled Blaine up from the couch and down the stairs to the basement bedroom he shared with Finn for the time being.
"He might be sleeping," Kurt whispered, putting a finger up to his lips as he let go of Blaine's hand and headed downstairs. Blaine instinctively reached back out for Kurt's hand, but their hands only brushed before Blaine pulled his hand completely away, knowing they were just friends.
They walked downstairs to find it dark and Finn was curled up under blankets on one side of the room that had a few football posters up, and on the other side was Kurt's made bed. It was white and very pristine, there were colorful fashion pictures of beautiful models, both men and women, in equally beautiful clothing on his wall that were framed.
"Go ahead, lay down, I just gotta wash my face and moisturize," he whispered so he wouldn't wake Finn.
Blaine just nodded, taking off his shoes and his tight jeans before folding them and putting them on Kurt's desk and putting his shoes off the side before pulling back the blankets and getting on Kurt's bed. He noticed Kurt leave and then come back from the bathroom with a smile on his face. He stopped suddenly and looked Blaine over, who was only wearing a t-shirt and tan plaid boxers, before walking up to him. Kurt was now in blue silk pajama bottoms pants and a white t-shirt.
"Did u want sleep pants?" Kurt asked softly as Blaine moved all the way to the wall to make room for Kurt on the small bed.
Blaine just shook his head and motioned for Kurt to come to bed. He patted it gently and smiled.
Kurt tentatively climbed in the bed and pulled the blankets over Blaine and then himself, and smiled at him.
"Look we're sleeping together," Blaine whispered, his warm fresh breath up against Kurt's lips as they both laid down and faced one another.
Kurt just stared at him, not saying a word, but gulped. He felt his stomach jump at the suggestion of them sleeping together.
Blaine put his hands on Kurt's hips, "Do you mind this?" Blaine said as he caressed Kurt's side, looking Kurt in his eyes, feeling truly free to be a gay man.
Kurt just shook his head no and inched closer so that their bodies were against one another and wrapped one arm around Blaine's back before closing his eyes.
"Okay, good," Blaine whispered, closing his eyes too as his arms came completely around Kurt and they both slowly fell asleep with soft quiet good nights coming out of their lips.
…
The next day, Blaine woke up at 4 AM to the sound of his cell phone alarm. He silenced the beep beep beep quickly as possible and untangled himself from Kurt's arms. He heard Kurt's brother groan slightly and mutter something under his breath that sounded like "Turn off your gaga, Kurt, sleepin'" And Kurt stirred a little but just turned around in the bed. Blaine looked around and found paper and pen on Kurt's desk and wrote a note on the paper and left it beside him on the bed, hoping no one else would see.
Blaine eyed Kurt's sleeping form and smiled. He looked so peaceful. He quickly leaned down and kissed his cheek and stroked his messy bed head hair before grabbing his bag and heading quietly up the stairs, praying Kurt's dad wasn't around or else he'd have to have a seriously good explanation.
Kurt woke up an hour or so later, "Mmm, Blaine," he mumbled out, feeling around next to him by all he felt was a piece of paper.
"Hmm?" Kurt said, grabbing the paper and opening it and looking at it with blurry, sleep filled eyes.
He read it once he could see it clearly and smiled.
Kurt,
Had to leave to get to school on time. Thanks for letting me cry on your shoulder and stay the night with you. I owe you.
Xx,
Blaine
After reading, Kurt felt a little better, knowing where Blaine was, just hoped no one saw him leave.
He grabbed the note and held it close to him as he curled back into his blankets before falling asleep, waiting for his alarm to go off at 6:30am.
…
Blaine barely got to school on time, his gelled hair was little more crazy than usual and his button down shirt was untucked, and he was so tired since he didn't even have a chance to get his morning coffee. And by the time it was over, he was practically sleepwalking.
…
Blaine didn't want to go home after last night—a comforting night with Kurt, away from the campaigning—he knew what he would have to do when he got home from school. Instead of driving straight home from school and sleeping his tiredness off, he drove towards Kurt's house with two stops on the way. The first was his girlfriend's house, he knew he had to confess to her the truth of who he was, at least part of it, and why he couldn't be with her.
Blaine arrived at her house, his shirt was untucked and his tie was loose. He looked sick and his skin was pallid, like death hit him. He barely made it to her house because he was falling asleep as he drove. He turned the air on high even though it was cold outside, and blinked dramatically to keep his eyes open as he drove.
He got out of his car and walked to her door and knocked on the big double doors. Madison answered the door wearing her school uniform minus her saddle shoes, instead just some short athletic socks. She had a big smile and then concern.
"Blainey, you look horrible, oh my god, come in! Come in," she said quickly and overly excitedly and touched Blaine's forehead as if to check his temperature and put her arm around him as she ushered him in.
Blaine let her lead him inside and felt horrible inside because she was too sweet. He wished he could have both Kurt and her, she cared for him and he cared for her.
"I'm okay, just tired," he gently pushed her hands off him, but took her hands in his and lead her to her couch and looked her in her eyes.
"I care about you, so much, but I have to tell you something," he looked down, "That no one knows, and it will jeopardize us as a couple and friends," he looked back into her eyes.
"What, what is it?"
"We need to break up. I, uh, like boys," He let out and bit his lip.
She pulled her hands away from him as memories flashed in her mind, "It-it all makes sense, that's why you don't want to have sex, that's why when I touched you, you weren't into me, it, it was you all along, not me…" she concluded and looked at him still a little shocked.
"You won't tell anybody, please. I told you because I trust you and care about you. No one knows but you,"
"I won't, Blaine," she sighs a little, "Just go, get some sleep or something. But you weren't like cheating on me with a guy?"
"No, I met someone, but we're not dating, we're friends like I'd like us to be. I still care about you, you're seriously the sweetest girl ever, and I couldn't see my life without you."
"I'll have to think about that Blaine. I'm kind of mad at you, but relieved, now I think you should leave before my parents get home," she sighed a little bit as she stood up.
He stood up too and gave her a sad pouty look as he walked towards the door.
"You're secret is safe with me though," she said as she gently pushed him towards the door and let him out.
Blaine smiled satisfied a little before he leaned in and kissed her cheek gently.
"Bye Madison, thank you."
The second stop was a rest stop on the parkway, where he soaked his hair and let it run wild, and changed into red jeans and a blank short sleeved button down he grabbed in the morning. He splashed his face to wake himself up, even though he was feeling more awake after confessing his truths to Madison.
When back in the car he called Kurt.
"Kurt, it's me. I can't go home, please can I come over. You're probably busy or like hanging out with your cool family or something…" Blaine said into the answer machine. "I'm, uh, kind of on my way…I'm driving towards your place, please call me back. I don't wanna go home, I like it with you, I like who I am with you. I just," Blaine stopped and sighed, "my parents just don't understand me, and you do."
Kurt called back a few minutes later.
"Hello? Blaine?"
"Hey, I hope it's okay that I'm on my way to your house."
"Yeah. I'm just at Mercedes' house rehearsing for regionals, but um, I should be home by the time you get there."
"ok, I'll be there soon," Blaine responded.
That night was the first of them being better friends.
…
When Blaine arrived at Kurt's door, he just wrapped his arms around him and closed his eyes.
"Blaine, you look exhausted, shit, what have you been doing all day?" Kurt asked gently stroking Blaine's damp hair that Blaine soaked under a faucet that just started drying.
"Up all day," was all he said, "I'd stay up all day if that meant seeing you more," He looked up at Kurt, who looked confused, not knowing Blaine lived two hours from here and had to wake up extra early to get to school on time.
"Oh okay, you're gonna have to tell me more, but thank you. You must of left awfully early to avoid my parents and Finn."
Blaine blinked at him tiredly, "It's just my dad doesn't understand, he'll hate me if he knew, I was gay, and I just told a friend, and who knows what she'll say about it."
"If she's really a friend and a good person, she'll keep your secret, now get inside, and I'll set up the couch for you to sleep. You're gonna have to meet my parents though because there's no escaping them since it's 6pm and they'll be home from work any second," Kurt said, but was shocked on the inside, he thought Blaine was out.
"Okay, just wake me up when they get here, I'm good with parents."
"Just so you know, your parents might surprise you. Mine did…" Kurt said as he let go of Blaine and Blaine fell onto Kurt's couch.
Kurt sat beside him and looked over at Blaine as Blaine leaned into him, "Okay, Kurt, tell me about it later." Blaine leaned his head on Kurt's shoulder and wrapped his arms around him, snuggling into him as he lifted his feet onto the couch, not even thinking that he shoes were still on, something the other Blaine could never do, as it was unsanitary and rude.
"Okay, sleep, Blaine, sleep."
Kurt sighed softly, letting Blaine sleep. He was a mystery, but one that he didn't mind cuddling up to. Kurt sneaked a kiss onto Blaine's forehead, hoping he was too tired to realize, but soon enough realized he was wrong. Blaine smiled, opened his eyes briefly and just cuddled more into Kurt.
"Thank you, we get bullied in different ways, me at home, you at school," Blaine mumbled as he closed his eyes, "We're so alike and you're so cute," Blaine said unconsciously and not thinking as Blaine closed his eyes again and Kurt's blush from Blaine knowing he kissed him got deeper red.
For an hour they sat like that, Kurt awake and Blaine asleep, both holding each other, and at the hour point, the door opened and Burt walked in and looked at Kurt curiously.
"Who's this, your boyfriend? What's he doin' here, all over you, if I don't even know him?" Burt looked at Blaine and Kurt not liking that they were so close. He looked somewhat angry.
"He was tired, and no we're just friends. Blaine, wake up, my dad's here," Kurt shook him.
"I think he didn't get a lot of sleep and just came over because his dad is a jerk about homosexuality."
"What Kurt? Hey Kurt," Blaine said and smiled at Kurt cutely, almost dopily, and wiped the side of his face where a small amount of drool was coming out and sat up and then noticed Kurt's dad.
"Oh hello sir, my apologies, I just fell asleep on your son, no harm meant to be done," Blaine put in hands up in surrender when he noticed Kurt's dad's glare beating right through him.
"Really, dad, he's a good guy," Kurt smiled, "We're very good friends, that's all," Kurt and Blaine distanced themselves from each other completely.
Burt smiled, "nice to meet you Blaine, I'm Burt. You boys hungry? I was going to order take out?"
"Dad," Kurt stood up, "Nothing too greasy, let's get it from this vegan place down the street," Kurt suggested with a smile as he walked out of the living room and headed to the kitchen.
"He's so overprotective. He wants us all to eat healthy, why I don't know? I like my pizza and hot wings!" Burt smiled at Blaine and Blaine smiled back.
"Over me, sometimes too, he has a big heart, that's what I like about him," Blaine said sincerely.
"You seem like a good kid, Blaine, just don't mess it up," Burt said threateningly but with care and a softness in his voice that Blaine wished his own father had about him. He shrugged it off as he followed Kurt into the kitchen. His father would never be like Burt, he didn't think, so he shouldn't dwell on it.
Blaine smiled to himself, at least Kurt's dad liked him, and then he took caught up with Kurt and Burt in the kitchen and stood next to Kurt as they both looked over the menu.
Blaine snuck his hand on Kurt's lower back as they read through the menu. Kurt snuck a smile in Blaine's direction when he felt Blaine caressing his lower back secretly where they both thought Burt couldn't see, but Burt knew more than they thought he knew. It was obvious their attraction and feelings toward one another.
…
When Blaine finally returned home at 8 o'clock that night, wearing his skinny red jeans and a wrinkly button down that was untucked and his hair unruly, curls springing out freely, his dad saw.
William was in the living room, waiting upon his return.
"Blaine Michael Anderson, you missed rallying today in front of City Hall, there are no excuses for this behavior. Absolutely none," William stood up. He was fuming.
"And what is this? Some weird new way of dressing, you look like a slob or a dirty male prostitute on the streets," William yelled, his brow furrowed in anger.
"I'm sorry, Dad," Blaine said softly, "I was at a friend's and I forgot and I couldn't even find my phone all day," Blaine lied again, looking utterly regrettable, but regretting more his decision to leave Kurt's so early even if he needed a good night's rest tonight.
"I don't want to see it happen again, and no more late nights either. Wherever you're going is distracting you, and grades are most important, and that you do well in Glee, you're a star, you have such a charisma about you and I don't want to see you lose it because of a some new girl you must be fooling around with."
"Dad! Will you stop! Stop already! I can be who I want, fool around with who I want, and dress and do my hair how I want, I like these jeans! Sometimes I want to wear them, God!"
"Hey, no saying the Lord's name in vain, it's sacrilege," William grabbed Blaine's right wrist and squeezed hard.
"No," Blaine said suddenly looking down at his father's hand that gripped his wrist hard, and then continued speaking.
"It's sacrilegious hating other groups of people because you don't understand them," Blaine spit out and looked directly into his father's eyes as he ripped his wrist from his father's strong grip.
Blaine stomped up the stairs as he yelled out, "I'm going to do whatever I want, and if I'm gone for weeks at a time, just now I'll be back eventually. Just ask mom for updates on my status cuz I'm done with you and your pigheadedness and ignorance! That is if you can get them out of her drugged up mind! Next year I'm living at Dalton!"
With that Blaine slammed his door, hoping he didn't give himself away too much as he leaned against it and breathed heavily. He rubbed his aching red wrist as he caught his breath. He needed to spend more time at the Hummel's; they were all so sweet. Finn liked football like him even if he was a little confused on the whole gay thing, and Burt knew Blaine cared about his son so treated him with kindness, and Mrs. Hudson was the coolest mom ever, always smiling and cleaning up after the boys and offering cookies and milk, and Kurt was amazing, comforting and loving, and always taking care of someone and just beautiful inside and out, his best friend really.
