"Kurt! There you are!" Mercedes' voice overpowered the sounds of the chatter filling the auditorium, and Kurt whirled around to face her.
"'Cedes!" He exclaimed excitedly, his smile returning as he ran over to meet her. They hugged and Mercedes gave Puck the stink eye.
"I hope he didn't give you much trouble, Kurt. We couldn't send anyone else to get you…"
"Oh, it's fine," Kurt brushed the thought away with a wave of his hand and he smiled. "He was a perfect gentleman." Mercedes raised her eyebrows and peered over Kurt shoulder to watch the slumped rocker with narrowed eyes.
"Hmh, I suppose people can surprise you…" She muttered as she grabbed Kurt's wrist and pulled him off to sit in the front of the auditorium with her and Tina.
It didn't take long for Mr. Shue to get everyone's attention and start another classic lecture. He was talking about Nationals, which should have been exciting for Kurt, and should have held his interest, but he couldn't help but think about Blaine, and what he was doing.
After what seemed like forever, the club meeting ended, and the group was going to head to get pizza, but once more Kurt couldn't keep his mind off of his boyfriend. It was unusual for him to have a lot of homework; Blaine's teachers loved him, and he always got good grades. He was never given extra homework.
Once at the restaurant Kurt made a B-line for a table and plopped down on uncomfortable pleather seat. He scooted in towards the wall, moving for Brittany to slide in beside him. Mercedes smiled and walked over with a box of pizza.
The mood at the pizza place was jubilant, and crazy just like every other glee meeting, but Kurt didn't feel as if he belonged. He missed Dalton. He missed the Warblers. But most importantly he missed Blaine. Kurt sighed and let his head drop to the table with a dull thud. He made a quiet noise of pain but didn't move after that. Mercedes raised an eyebrow at Brittany and motioned Rachel and Tina over. Mercedes bit her lip and mouthed, "Boy-troubles?" With a questioning look. The girls all gathered around, and put on their best sympathy faces. Mercedes nodded and started out gently.
"Kurt… is something wrong?" She reached out and placed a hand on his arm with a soothing motion. Kurt let out a long, steady breath, which Mercedes couldn't help but think was a little over the top, but she let it slide.
"It's Blaine…" He started, not even bothering to lift his head from its position smushed into the sticky table. Mercedes looked at the girls sympathetically and made a sad face.
"What? Did he hurt you? Did he touch you? Did he not take no for an answer? Because ill cut him." Finn's voice torn through the silence as he popped up out of nowhere and slipped into the booth beside Kurt with surprising speed and accuracy. "I will cut him…" He repeated intensely and quietly, as if a determined vow had just been made to himself in front of witnesses. All of the girls gulped and looked down at their pizza, feeling suddenly uncomfortable.
Kurt slowly lifted his head and tried to shove Finn away by putting his palm over the older boy's face and pushing half-heartedly.
"Mhhphfff…" He said, which could only be interpreted, because it made no logical sense to anyone at the table.
"Baby, what is it then? If he didn't do any of…" Mercedes paused to glance at Finn who was quietly listing ways that he could "do away with" the Warbler they had all grown to know and love. "…those things…" She finished careful not to set Finn off on a loud tirade once more.
"Wait...who did things to Kurt?" Sam's voice chipped in as he pushed between Mercedes and Rachel to get into the conversation.
"Someone hurt Kurt?" Artie echoed as he rolled over towards the table. Rachel yelped as Artie's wheels rolled over her foot in his haste to find out all of the details. She glowered down at him and lifted her foot gingerly to rub the tire marks out of her sock.
"ILL BREAK HIS FACE!" Puck bellowed slamming a fist down on the table, completely announcing his presence. The whole table jumped back and stared down at their hands. Kurt felt entirely exposed as everyone's attention was now on him. The entire restaurant was looking over at their table now, and glaring at the perpetrator for breaking their silent, peaceful dinner.
Mike slipped in besides Tina and snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her close. "Who did what now?" He asked quietly, trying to get caught up after his absence while playing DDR with Lauren and Santana. Tina smiled and quickly caught her videogame-obsessed boyfriend up with the rest of the team.
"Whoa, woah, whoa, let me get this straight…" Kurt started, pulling his face from the confines of his pity party and furrowing his brow at the group that had converged on him. "You're all freaking out… and all I said was his name…" Finn glowered and said
"I hate that name…"
"Yeah me too, man." Puck added. "It's all… Blai.." He scowled, "Then… ne.. Its just a weird name…" The group nodded in unison, all happy to have a common cause to band them together.
"You know we should do something about the fact that he hurt you…" Sam added biting his perfectly sculpted lip and looking down at the table for inspiration.
"God!" Kurt exclaimed slapping his palms down on the cheap table that shook from the force. "Would you all just leave him alone? He didn't hurt me. I'm sad because I miss him. So I actually want to see him more, not less." He snapped, his cheeks red from frustration, and the embarrassment that he just attacked his friends in a public place. The room was silent as Kurt begged someone to say something, or laugh at the fact that Kurt had tried to be intimidating, but no one did that, instead the door swiveled opened in the front and someone new joined their party.
"Kurt!" The familiar tone sent waves of relief and joy throughout his entire body; Kurt would know that voice anywhere.
"Blaine!" He exclaimed whirling around to catch the eye of the man who had captured his heart from the moment they met. "You're out!" Kurt added, his heart feeling as light as a feather, and threatening to float out through his chest.
"Yeah I have been for a while…" He winked at the innocent boy, who took a moment to get the joke before blushing and nodding slowly.
"Yeah, that's not exactly what I meant, Blaine…"
"I know."
"Why must you embarrass me in front of my friends?" Kurt questioned a smile toying with the corners of his lips, and his eyes glimmering from sheer adoration. Blaine flashed a classic smile and sent Kurt's heart for a whirl again. He found he had a difficult time thinking and making proper sentences whenever Blaine was around, which was a problem… because whenever Blaine was around, others usually were as well. It was your classic public humiliation.
"I… that's… cool." Kurt added, he wasn't sure why he felt the need, but he didn't like the way Blaine was staring at him, well, actually, he liked it too much, and he was afraid of what would transpire if the sexual creature he was dating wasn't distracted. Blaine furrowed his brow and a perplexed smile occupied his strong features.
"Yeah, I guess. SO, you ready to get out of here?" Blaine asked offering his hand to help the poor, trapped teen escape from the mass of bodies that had surrounded him.
"NOT so fast, Mr…" Before Blaine knew what was happening he was surrounding by Finn, Sam, Puck, Artie, and Mike (who had to be dragged up to the circle by Puck). Blaine had never felt so small and helpless as he did surrounded by shockingly tall people (well, except for Artie, but it was still scary, because he couldn't hit a disabled person, so it was a catch 22).
Blaine instantly put his hands up in front of him, feeling his defense mechanisms kicking in as second nature.
"Hey, I was just trying to take him out for dinner, like I had promised him earlier." The Warbler explained biting his lip anxiously. Kurt was to his feet and ready to go to war in an instant. The boys didn't know what he knew. Sure, they were trying to help, but they were going about it in the wrong way. They didn't know what Blaine had been beaten for being gay multiple times. They couldn't understand what it was like to be him, and they were only making things worse. Kurt didn't want this. He just wanted a normal Friday night out with his boyfriend, but somehow this had turned into a soap opera, and he only felt things spiraling out of his hands.
"Finn. Stop this right now. I don't like it. Its not helping and I want you to go…" Kurt tried his best to be intimidating, but his words fell on deaf ears. Blaine was being strong at least. He wasn't fighting back, but he wasn't crumbling either, he was simply not engaging them.
"Wait….I'm confused" Brittany's voice drifted through the chaos of testosterone and calmed the nerves for a brief moment. "Aren't you supposed to be doing a ton of homework…" Blaine and Kurt's brows furrowed at the same time. Blaine looked at Kurt as if to say, did you tell them? To which, Kurt shook his head and turned to the clueless blonde.
"What do you mean…?"
"Well, we made sure that you had plenty of homework… how did you finish it all?"
"Oh god…" The group seemed to say in unison as Finn and Puck covered their faces, bracing themselves for the inevitable explosion.
Kurt slowly swiveled around to face his brother wore winced, as if he could tell the boy was now looking at him.
"...You didn't. Tell me you didn't do it, Finn…" The football player bit his lip and slowly pulled his face out of his palms to accept his fate.
"I did it to protect you…" He winced as the words slipped past his tongue and out where he couldn't take them back. Kurt pursed his lips and his eyes narrowed like laser beams. He almost looked happy, but Finn would compare it more to someone who was crazy, and had snapped and was smiling, but with blood lust behind their eyes; Finn shivered.
"I would thank you all to stay out of my personal life…" He voiced, his tone sounding too happy for the words he was speaking. Even Blaine seemed concerned as he forced his own fake smile and stepped up besides his date.
"Let's get going babe…" He whispered gingerly. The smaller boy nodded and followed the Warbler out the door. It was rather anticlimactic if one was being honest, but the night didn't end there. In fact, it was only getting started.
