Hey guys! Here's my update! I hope you like! I just definitely have nothing written from here on and inspiration is needed, so review and say something, good, bad, whatever you want to say. Thanks for all the great reviews, I loved reading them! There should be one or two chapters after this! It was supposed to be four parts, but I had a lot more to say than I thought! so enjoy.
Part 2, Section 2
Kurt fell asleep on the ride back to Blaine's dorm, which was very close by, but Kurt never noticed and never noticed the big sign outside that said "Dalton Academy." Blaine parked his car in a close spot near the door. He gently nudged Kurt awake and helped him up and out of the car and into his dorm.
Kurt finally woke up when they were at his door.
"Thanks," Kurt stood up straighter as Blaine put the key in the door, but Kurt was still in front of him and closest to the door and practically still in Blaine's arms as Blaine breathed gently in his ear.
"You're welcome," Blaine pushed the door open and pulled the key out as he let Kurt walk in and he followed.
"It's nice," Kurt said looking around and walked to Blaine's bed. He immediately knew the right hand side was Blaine's because some of his clothes and shoes, which were most definitely his—ankle boots and button down shirts with jeans—were on the floor near his bed (he was kind of a slob sometimes) and the bed wasn't really made at all, though it looked very invited and slept in. That and his keyboard was set up in the corner with his guitar leaning up against the wall.
Kurt looked at him and half smiled and then frowned as he started to cry.
"I'm sorry," Kurt cried out, wiping his eyes. "I'm just," Kurt mumbled out as his cries began to become hysterical and Blaine looked on.
"Hey," Blaine said softly as he locked the door and then came straight to Kurt and rubbed his shoulders.
"Kurt, hey, shh, shh, shh, shh," Blaine cooed as he pulled Kurt to him and Kurt bent over to hide his face in Blaine's shoulder as he cried. Blaine held Kurt's head against his shoulder as he cried, just rocking him lightly side to side.
"It's just if he dies, I'm all alone," Kurt pulled away and looked at Blaine with his sad eyes. Blaine shook his head and gripped Kurt's shoulders tightly.
"No, you're not alone, I'm here with you, Kurt, I mean it, always, now come on, let's dry those tears and get ready for bed." Blaine let go of Kurt's shoulders and wiped his tears and smiled at him.
"I spoke with the nurses before I woke you and he's on the track to getting better, everything will be fine," Blaine said as he pulled completely away from Kurt and kicked off his sneakers, he was already in his PJs. Blaine sat at his desk and opened his MacBook.
"I just have to send this email to one of my teachers about an assignment that's due on Monday," Blaine turned back to Kurt, "Get comfortable, I have PJs in that bottom draw right there you can borrow."
"Blaine, I've never seen you in your element before, this is pretty amazing," Kurt bent down and picked out red and black plaid pajama pants that matched Blaine's and a black t-shirt and changed into them while Blaine worked on his email. They were so used to changing in front of one another, most of the time, it wasn't a big deal, especially now with Kurt so down, Blaine wouldn't try anything or mess with him or flirt with him, too bad anyway.
Kurt looked around for a second time as he stood there, noticing piles and piles of thick text books accompanied by smaller novel sized ones on the same subject and hundreds of print outs that Blaine had sprawled across his desk.
"Blaine, those are all yours? For school?" Kurt asked looking astonished, thinking he must have acquired a smart friend and didn't even know it.
"Oh those? Yeah," Blaine smiled and laughed, "It's nothing, this is like my light semester. I'm taking fun courses, too, like music theory and songwriting. I'ma write you a song, Kurt Hummel and it will make your life."
Kurt just smiled wide at that. Then Kurt walked up to him and got behind him and leaned down and hugged him while he was sitting at his desk chair, "As sad as I am, you still manage to impress me. I didn't know you were that smart." Kurt grabbed his arms and rubbed them.
"Thanks Kurt," Blaine said softly turning his face to gently kiss Kurt's cheek a few times, giving him a few wet ones, using his tongue on purpose.
"Ew Blaine," Kurt whined, pulling away from him, wiping his face off a little, but was smiling. Blaine laughed.
"Kurt, I can't resist, I just wanted to make you laugh," Blaine smiled back, "Go lay down, I'll be there in a minute. My roommate will be here in the morning. He doesn't know I'm gay, but I want to come out and if him finding me in a bed with you in the morning informs him, then so be it. He can be trusted, all my friends here can, it's a very respectful school."
"Okay," Kurt smiled, feeling a little better already as he laid down, but in the back of his mind was his father, and being fatherless, already knowing what it was to be without a mother.
Kurt tilted his head as he laid down, looking at Blaine, "I'm still scared Blaine, I know what it's like to not have a mother, he can't die," his voice cracked as he spoke.
Blaine closed is lap top and got up and walked over to Kurt, "I wish I could relate better, Kurt." Blaine climbed in the bed and got under the covers with Kurt and grabbed him and pulled him up against his body.
Kurt didn't say a word just rested his head against Blaine's chest and listened to him.
"My parents love me in a sense, but as far as I know, they love what they think I am, not what I really am. You love the real me though, I promise, Kurt," Blaine kissed the top of Kurt's forehead, serious and sincere, in case Kurt ever found out about all his deception, that he was playing two parts.
"I'm happy you got to experience real parental love, Burt is a great man, who loves you unconditionally, just remember that and what it feels like and the relationship you two have, it's really a beautiful thing, Kurt. It's hard for me to sometimes not to be jealous of that because I don't have that. My mom is drugged up, while very loving, she can't hang out with me or be there for me. It's like not having a mom cuz she sleeps a lot, I think she might understand if she got better…And my dad is just ignorant and I already know he doesn't want me to be married to a guy, which one day I want to, maybe to you, if you'd ever consider dating me..."
When Kurt didn't respond to his marriage and dating comment with a slap like Blaine expected, he looked down to see Kurt smiling ever so slightly and blinking tiredly, "I'm sorry if I'm talking too much, but just know that he's strong and he wouldn't leave you when you need him." Blaine stopped talking and looked down and noticed Kurt was asleep in his arms.
Blaine sighed softly and just pulled the blankets up higher and reached over and turned the lights out. He snuggled into Kurt's warm body and closed his eyes.
…
The next morning, Kurt and Blaine awoke to the sound of someone coming through the door with crashing noise after crashing noise.
"Blaine?" Thad asked curiously, seeing Blaine curled up with another guy. Thad threw his duffle bag on the bed and unpacked as if he didn't see anything that surprised him.
"Thad," Blaine sat up, slowly letting go of Kurt, letting him sleep some more.
"So, who's that?" Thad smirked a little, "Yes! Jeff owes me 20 bucks, I knew you liked boys!" Thad just laughed.
"Shut up," Blaine laughed and blushed, "Yes, I'm gay, but let me come out to everyone first. My parents cannot know."
"Whatever floats your boat, man, just don't let a boyfriend ruin your concentration, we need to win sectionals."
"I'm the lead singer, so as you know, it's very important to me, counselor," Blaine bit his lip and laughed as he went to get out of bed, but felt Kurt stirring.
Blaine looked down at Kurt and shook him, "Wake up, Thad wants to meet my boyfriend," Blaine smirked and Kurt's eyes went wide as he finally woke up.
"You came out?" Kurt sat up and smiled and looked over at Thad and smiled. Kurt nervously ran his fingers through his hair and then waved at Thad shyly. Normally, Kurt would have moisturized last night and wouldn't be sleeping in Blaine's horrid PJs.
"Yeah, kind of," Blaine said with a cute smile and hugged Kurt, who hugged him back slowly.
"Hey Kurt, nice to meet you. Please though, I don't want to see you two on or anywhere near my bed," Thad said as he put away his clothes all very neatly.
"We're not dating," Kurt said, and Blaine added, "yet… Kurt's just staying here because his dad is sick, so I'm watching out for him. Come on Kurt," Blaine said as he hopped off his bed, "I'm gonna buy you breakfast and we can go see Burt."
Kurt smiled and got off the bed too and grabbed his old clothes.
"The bathroom's right down the hall, but I'll show you."
…
When Blaine and Kurt arrived at the hospital, both in one of Blaine's polos, Kurt in blue and Blaine in green, and each in a pair of Blaine's tight jeans, which were a little short on him, but Kurt made due with a pair of ankle boots he borrowed from Blaine that covered the excess of ankle. Kurt couldn't rewear the same outfit as yesterday and embarrass himself to the whole hospital staff.
When they arrived at Burt's room, Finn and Carole were there. Finn was looking down at his hands and turned to glare at Kurt, "Why didn't you tell me?"
Carole put her hand on Finn's shoulder, wanting him to stop his accusations during this sensitive time, but not saying anything.
Kurt glared, looking pissed off, "Finn. Don't mess with me. I'm wearing Blaine's dorky clothes, no offense, babe, and I didn't get to moisturize last night, so my skin is all blotchy and I feel disgusting! Ok Finn? And he's my father, mine. Not yours, as much as you want, and if he dies, I'm the one alone here. Not you," Kurt yelled at him, gripping his fists tight. Blaine just stood back, not wanting to get involved, but felt butterflies that Kurt called him babe, he was his babe.
"He's like a father to me. I've been praying to Grilled Cheesus for help," Finn said seriously.
Kurt just looked blankly at Finn, "I don't want to hear about this Jesus stuff, okay, I don't believe. Would he really take away my mother and then want to take my dad away too?" Kurt made a run for the door and Blaine followed before giving the room a half apologetic smile.
Blaine jogged after Kurt and grabbed a hold of his shoulder to stop him, "I understand why you don't believe," Blaine said softly as he let go of Kurt's shoulder once Kurt stopped, "I wanted to not believe either. I mean how could my father hate me so much because of one little thing about me," Blaine whispered to Kurt, "But I still believe, there's hope out there, hope for your dad, definitely."
"I just don't want to hear about God, okay, can we not talk about it, would you respect that."
"Yeah, of course, Kurt," Blaine sighed softly.
"And what was Finn even talking about, Grilled Cheesus, what the heck?" Kurt muttered shaking his head and Blaine smiled a little.
"Finn is an interesting character, that's for sure. Now come on, let's just visit your father. Whenever Finn speaks to you just like inch closer to me or something, I'll distract you. Afterward, I can take you home or if you want to stay longer with me, you can. That way you can meet all my friends."
"Yeah, I'd like that. I want to meet your friends," was all Kurt said before he went ahead of Blaine back to his father's hospital room.
…
Blaine purposely took Kurt the long way to make it seem like the hospital was 45 minutes away, so no questions could be made and Kurt didn't think a thing of it. Blaine took Kurt by the hand as they walked to the common room, where most of his friends were gathered around ancient looking tables and leather chairs and bookcases as high as the ceiling.
"Kurt, this is Nick, Jeff, you already met Thad, David, and Wes."
They all looked up and smiled and waved, but Jeff looked a little mad, "I lost, Blaine, you coulda gave me a head's up about your sexuality."
Blaine rolled his eyes, "20 bucks is nothing."
"Well I thought you were doing it with Madison, I guess I was wrong about that, too, damn," Jeff cried out and then shrugged before leaning back on the couch.
"No, not at all," Blaine laughed. Kurt just stood next to Blaine awkwardly and smiled at all of them, knowing he didn't have many guy friends, so he didn't know how to relate.
"Kurt was the star of his football team, he can kick a football so freakin' far," Blaine gently pushed Kurt down into a seat and he sat on the corner of it as he grabbed at Kurt's hands again and just held it.
"Really now?" David said, "I'm on the football team, maybe we should recruit you, too bad you go somewhere else."
"That I do, thanks, maybe I'll take you up on that offer," Kurt said, letting Blaine stroke his hand as the guys looked at that curiously.
"Are you sure you two aren't dating, and your hair, man, lookin' cute, man!" Jeff laughed reaching over and touching Blaine's curly hair, thinking he was changing his hair because Kurt liked it or something.
Kurt looked curiously at that action, thinking it looked extra fluffy today because he didn't get to style the curls and just shrugged.
"Leave it alone, man, I woke up without doing it," Blaine pushed Jeff's hands off his head with his free hand, his other hand still holding onto Kurt's.
"Yeah, it always looks like that after a shower," Thad added and shrugged like it was no big deal because he saw Blaine like that all the time.
"Whatever, dude, at least it's soft," Jeff went to touch his hair again, but Kurt stopped him, putting his hand up as a barrier, "Don't touch Blaine's hair, he doesn't like it. Only I can do that," Kurt said and smirked and gently petted Blaine's hair and scalp to the point where Blaine was nuzzling his head into Kurt's hand and moaning so softly that only Kurt could hear it. Kurt smirked at his control over Blaine.
All The Warblers looked astonished and they laughed almost uncomfortably, except for Jeff, who laughed out of sheer hilarity.
"Oh God, you guys are so in love, It makes me want to skip with happiness," Jeff nodded before sitting back down next to Nick, who just shook his head at him.
"We're not," they said at the same time and then looked at each other and said, "Maybe just a little" at the same time and then they blushed red.
"We're not dating though, not ready for that," Blaine declared, still pink.
"You were like a cat nuzzling your furry furry head into Kurt's hand," Nick stated and Jeff nodded enthusiastically because finally someone was agreeing with him.
"I could hear the purring all the way from here," Jeff continued for Nick and laughed.
"I'm glad you guys are having fun at our expense, Jeff and Nick. Thank you Wes, David, and Thad for being so nice and understanding and professional about me being gay and Kurt being my friend, who happens to also be gay," Blaine glared at Jeff and Nick and then nodded politely at Wes, David and Thad and then looked at Kurt lovingly.
"No problem, man," David said, reaching over to give Blaine a slap hug. Blaine let go of Kurt and pulled David into a hug.
"Congrats on coming out," Wes said politely and shook Blaine's hand after David hugged him, serious as ever. Blaine smiled in thanks as Thad came bustling towards him with a big grin.
Thad grabbed Blaine and just hugged him tight, "Roommate, I knew you were gay when you started wearing tighter jeans than I ever remembered. You know I love yah, man," Blaine laughed and Kurt laughed silently from where he was sitting, watching this.
Nick and Jeff came together, "We were just playing, proud of you, we think of you no different, except that now you might have to help me pick out some clothes, on second thought, that polo shirt is kind of…tight," Jeff looked between Blaine and Kurt, "and you're wearing the same exact one but different colors, hm," Jeff just said and Nick slapped his shoulder.
"Congrats on coming out, man, don't listen to him, you know he's peculiar in the best ways," Nick said, pulling Blaine into a hug.
"I'm not listening, but thanks guys, me and Kurt really should be heading out. I want to take him to see his dad one more time before I take him home."
…
Kurt left class, his books in hand as he got pushed into a locker. He looked up at Karofsky, "Girl," Karofsky yelled and laughed. Kurt was getting shoved more and more everyday by this guy. He sighed softly. His father was getting better, but if it wasn't one thing, it was another. This was the fifth time, he was shoved this week. He didn't know if he could take it anymore. He took a deep breath and sucked up his tears.
He threw his books in his locker and just walked out the door, skipping Glee, something he never wanted to miss.
He dialed Blaine and Blaine answered.
"Blaine, what are you doing?"
"In the middle of glee practice, what's up?"
"After, can you come over? I just need to someone to hold me, will you just hold me tonight?" Kurt got out as he bit his lip to stop his cry.
"Kurt, yeah, of course, I'll be there as soon as I can, but this meeting might take an hour or two, I'll be there by tonight, okay? Stay the night even if you want," Blaine said softly into his phone as the Warblers looked on at their interruption.
"Okay, I'm just gonna do my homework and then lay down. I hate the people in this school, they're so mean to me," Kurt said, walking out the door.
"I know, Kurty, just take a deep breath and relax. I'll be there by 7 or 8?"
"Okay, bye Blaine,"
"Bye," Blaine said as he hung up, thinking about how he could make Kurt feel better, before shaking those thoughts off and turning to focus on the meeting.
…
Blaine dressed in khakis, a plaid red shirt with a red bow tie and black suspenders; he gently pushed open the front door to Kurt's place and headed upstairs to Kurt's room. His hair was curly and falling in his face as he climbed the stairs quietly.
He pushed Kurt's door open and saw Kurt sleeping on the bed, curled up wearing blue jeans with a black pleated skirt over them and a tight button down shirt with a gold bow tie on.
Blaine gently climbed in the bed and got behind him spooning him. Blaine put his legs between Kurt's and grabbed his hands as he gently kissed Kurt's neck as he held him.
"Blaine," Kurt whispered out, groggily as Blaine kept kissing Kurt's neck, sucking on it slowly.
Kurt moaned softly.
"I like this skirt, a lot," Blaine said, putting his hand under it and feeling up Kurt's thighs.
Kurt moaned again, louder this time, not expecting Blaine to get so touchy feely because he rarely touched him like that.
"Shit, Blaine, this isn't what I meant by holding me," Kurt said softly as Blaine's hand came back to Kurt's stomach.
"I know, I'm sorry, I couldn't resist," Blaine pulled away and Kurt rolled on his back. Blaine sat up and stared at Kurt for a second, who looked so sexualized in that moment that Blaine had to shake his head and clean out all the dirty thoughts before he reached in his bag that was on the floor.
"I bought you something. I know I promised when we first met, but I figured since you're feeling down," Blaine pulled out a grey scarf with skulls on it.
"Alexander McQueen?" Kurt smiled so wide and took it in his hand and rubbed it against his face, "It's so soft, I love it, thank you." Kurt sat up and put it around his neck and smiled at Blaine before hugging him.
"Anything," Blaine said sincerely as he hugged him back. Blaine gently took off Kurt's bow tie and put it on his side table before gently tying the scarf around his neck with a loose knot.
"There, you look perfect," Blaine said softly, "Now, tell me what's wrong?"
"There's just this boy at school who keeps calling me a girl and a fag, it's getting annoying. He shoves me into lockers like everyday, and I don't deserve it," Kurt bit his lip as his voice started to fill with emotion.
"Aw, Kurt, are you okay, you have any bruises on you? Because I will come to school and kick his ass so hard," Blaine started feeling Kurt's arms and looking around for any bruises. He even went to pull up Kurt's shirt to check, but Kurt pushed his fingers away.
"A few bruises, but I'm okay, you don't have to do that, I don't want you hurt, okay. Now hit the light switch and hold me like you promised," Kurt said curtly as he laid down curled up, facing the wall again. And Blaine stood up to turn the lights off. He closed the door again and when he went to climb into bed, he accidently tripped over his bag on the floor and fell on top of Kurt. He looked down at Kurt who looked up at him.
"Sorry," Blaine whispered as he settled himself on the bed. He grabbed the blanket at the end of the bed and pulled it over the both of them as he curled up behind Kurt once again, this time just chastely enjoying Kurt's warm body up against his.
"You're gonna be okay, you're not alone, Kurt. I tell you this all the time, but in this world, you have me," Blaine whispered as he caressed Kurt's arms gently and soothingly. Blaine hummed gently a soft tune that he was writing for Kurt until Kurt fell asleep and Blaine fell asleep minutes behind him.
When Burt got home late from work, he screamed out for Kurt. When there was no response he walked up to Kurt's room and saw Kurt and Blaine curled up and he smiled. Burt knew how Blaine took Kurt in while he was sick and he applauded the kid for it, he would leave them be for now, but tomorrow a lecture will be coming their way, that was for sure, both boys will be in attendance.
…
Kurt was on a mission after his ideas for mash up were crushed and Puck told him to go spy on the Garglers, he decided, he was going to spy on the Warblers. He drove 2 hours to Dalton Academy, thinking this place looks oddly familiar, but he didn't know why, as he walked into the building during their lunch hour. Kurt was wearing the closest thing he could find to their uniform, navy knee high socks, navy shorts that went to his knees, a navy suit jacket, with a white dress shirt and a red tie. He held his bag tight to his body as he looked around swarms and swarms of cute boys. He couldn't help but smile, and feel overwhelmed as these boys all started rushing to one room, and suddenly as he walked down the stairs, he gently grabbed the first boy he saw with overly gelled hair.
"Hey, what's going on? I'm new here," Kurt asked and the boy, who turned around and smiled wide.
Kurt's eyes went wide and his mouth gaped open, "Blaine?"
