Since the power's been out for the last few days, I haven't really had anything other than this to do, so this is probably going to be the quickest update you'll ever get from me haha. Just a warning, there will be some coarse language in this chapter.
Kurt was fuming, to say the least. He stopped to ask a few people if they'd seen Alex, following their directions toward a group of rocks. According to a few of the party-goers, behind the rocks was a secluded second beach that was generally used by those who wanted a little more privacy.
A hand grasped Kurt's shoulder, turning him to face Wes, "Man, we're so sorry! You know how he gets after he's been drinking..."
He frowned, "I don't actually. Please tell me he doesn't get–"
"He gets touchy. Like, immensely. More than he does with you any other day." David groaned.
Darien didn't have to say anything for Kurt to know he was worried. He pressed his temples and sighed, "Okay Kurt, please don't go all Wolverine on us. Just, I don't know, let me go get him. I'll throw him over my shoulder if I have to."
"No, no, I'll get him. I think we need to have a serious discussion." Kurt held a hand out to keep his friends from following him as he trudged towards the rocks jutting out of the sand. They were on the very edge of the area lit by the bonfire, so Kurt had to work his way slowly over and around them in the dark.
He could hear voices through the breaking of the waves and attempted to speed up, only managing to slip on a bunch of seaweed. Being practiced in the art of falling, thanks to Puckerman and his love of buttering the floor, Kurt threw his hands out behind him and felt himself come to rest in a water-filled crevice in the rock. He cursed to himself and stood, his hands stinging and his backside soaking wet. In the moonlight he could see that he'd grazed his hands pretty well, blood beginning to pool in his palms. Kurt winced and shreiked into the night,
"Blaine Anderson I swear to Marc Jacobs, I am going to strangle you! I knew I should have stayed at home and watched Gossip Girl with Mercedes!"
Taking extra care not to drip blood on his clothing, he stepped over the last of the jagged rocks and onto the sand of the secret beach. Ignoring the throbbing of his hands and focusing on the faint voices, Kurt marched towards the trees at the edge of the dunes,
"Blaine? You better answer me because I am angry and bleeding."
A soft giggle alerted Kurt to movement on his left. As he squinted into the dark, the pale moonlight revealed two bodies curled up on a blanket surrounded by empty bottles, the yellow of Blaine's shirt capturing his full attention. Without a sound, Kurt crept behind the nearest boulder and listened intently. Alex's voice was definitely slurred,
"You're freezing. Come closer."
Another giggle, "If I was any –hiccup– closer, I'd be on top of you."
Kurt didn't hear what Alex said next, but he did see him roll over so he was straddling Blaine's hips. If Kurt had any blood left at that point in time, it boiled a dozen times over. He waited just long enough to see Alex lean down inches from Blaine's face before clearing his throat. It seemed his voice decided to fail him at the most crucial moment. Typical.
Another giggle from Blaine convinced Kurt that he was well past the stage of being intoxicated. He sat up, with Alex still on his lap and drawled,
"Kurt! How'd you find us? We're hiding!"
"You didn't hide very well. I could hear you from the other side of the rocks." Kurt mumbled, suddenly feeling incredibly defeated at the sight of Blaine's fingers intertwined with Alex's.
Blaine's mouth hung open, "Oh... Well, could you go back over the rocks? We're busy."
The tone Blaine had taken was nothing short of annoyed, which in turn caused Kurt to darken his own, "No Blaine, I came to get you. You're drunk and being taken advantage of! If you don't come with me I'll send Darien over to carry you back." He tried not to smile when Blaine wriggled his hands out of Alex's grasp, "I hurt my hands too, so it'd be wonderful if we could get back quickly before I bleed out."
He could see that Blaine was trying to move from beneath Alex, but the taller, quite visibly stronger boy held his ground. There wasn't much Kurt could do with two bloody hands, but before he could hurry over to Blaine's aid Alex had pulled him into a messy kiss. He froze and felt like he was living in slow motion. At first Blaine didn't respond, but not a second later when he'd realised what was happening, he kissed Alex back. In the back of his mind Kurt knew that Blaine wasn't thinking straight, but at that point nothing hurt him more than what he was witnessing.
"Hey! Asshole! Get off him!"
"Kurt! Man, you okay?"
"Blaine! Kurt! What's going on?"
Darien, Wes and David scrambled over the rocks to find Kurt nursing hands caked in blood and Blaine making out with Alex. They jumped into action, Darien pulled Alex and Blaine apart, using his more muscular build to scare Alex into submission; Wes ran to Kurt, shaking him back to reality; and David stood between everyone wondering how the hell they'd found themselves in this mess.
They tried to get Kurt to talk while they slowly navigated the slippery rocks but he appeared to be having a hard enough time breathing. When they were back in the orange glow of the bonfire, Darien dragged Blaine down to the water and pushed him in mercilessly.
"What were you thinking? Taking drinks from some guy, you could have been fucking drugged!" He helped a spluttering Blaine up and pointed to Kurt, who was white as a ghost, "Look at Kurt! He's hurt! You know why? Because he had to chase after you! He'd go to Hell and back for you, yet look at how you repay him."
Kurt looked up at Blaine, shivering in the shallows, hating how glazed over his expression was. What he couldn't get out of his head was the question of why. Why had Blaine started drinking? Why had Blaine agreed to go off with Alex when he'd told Kurt he thought he was a try-hard? Why was he flying?
He squirmed, trying to right himself, until he felt arms tighten around him and the wind blow ribbons of hair into his face. Darien was carrying him back along the beach to their vans. Kurt closed his eyes and focused on the soothing sound of the ocean. He lost himself in the rhythmic crashing of the waves, and the next thing he knew he woke up with Darien's arms still around him.
ooo
It took Kurt a few minutes to realise they were on the bed in the back of his and Blaine's van. He made sure not to disturb Darien and went to open the rear doors carefully, realising both his hands had been bandaged and he was wearing a fresh set of clothes. Quietly, Kurt stepped out into the pre-dawn darkness, taking note of the incredible silence. He peeked through the windows of the other van, finding Wes and David fast asleep on their bunks, but no Blaine in sight.
A slight change in the direction of the wind brushed the faintest sound against Kurt's ears. If he wasn't mistaken, he could have sworn it was a guitar. The music lead him down the track he and Darien had taken through the beachside forest to collect firewood the previous night and back out onto the beach. There was a lone person sitting on a twisted log worn from years of exposure to the elements, his voice piercing the silence of the dawn.
I'm sitting across from you
And dreaming of the things I do
I don't speak, you don't know me at all.
Blaine's voice was beautiful, Kurt couldn't deny it. He folded his arms against his chest and made a mental note to thank Darien for dressing him in his rainbow sweater as it was far from warm in the direct sea breeze.
For fear of what you might do
I say nothing but stare at you
And I'm dreaming
I'm tripping over you.
Truth be told
My problem's solved
You mean the world to me but you'll never know
You could be cruel to me
While we're risking the way that I see you
That I see you.
As Blaine continued to sing, Kurt made his way down the shallow dunes completely unsure if he'd been discovered or not. Even as he stepped over the log and sat down, Blaine kept strumming his guitar peacefully.
Could it be you fell for me?
And any possible similarity
If it's all, how would you know?
You never knew me at all but I see you
But I see you.
Kurt knew it was a message for him; an apology of sorts. Now that Blaine was aware of his presence, his voice had become even more sincere. Softly, Kurt reassured Blaine,
I'm standing across from you (but I see you)
I've dreamt alone, now the dreams won't do (but I see you)
I'm standing across from you (but I see you)
I've dreamt alone, now the dreams won't do (but I see you)
The moments after the last notes rang out across the water may have possibly been the longest moments of Kurt's life. He saw Blaine prop his guitar against the log and felt him close the gap between them. A dozen more long moments passed before Kurt gathered the courage to look up.
Blaine had his hands clenched tightly together in his lap and his gaze fixated on the sun beginning to poke up over the horizon. Kurt laughed nervously,
"He was right, the sunrise is rather romantic."
"It's a shame you don't have anyone special to share it with."
Kurt turned his head toward Blaine, "What do you mean? I have you..."
He moved to rest his hand gently on Blaine's, who scowled when he saw the bandages. "What did I do?"
"You were standing on top of the rocks at the other end of the beach pretending you were on the Titanic. I believe you declared yourself the king of the world. I climbed up to stop you from falling and voila. It looks like I shook hands with a cheesegrater."
"Oh my God Kurt, I'm so sorry! I watched Titanic at Darien's a few days ago... it was probably still fresh in my mind..." Blaine's face was overcome with shock, which Kurt couldn't help but laugh at.
He crossed his legs, "Sorry, but I wish that was how it happened. That would have been a positive ending to the night." Blaine tilted his head in confusion as Kurt continued, "Darien and I came back from collecting firewood and the rest of you had gone to check out the bonfire party. Long story short; you got drunk and I stopped you from having sex with that creepy Alex guy. Never fear, my wounds are all self-inflicted, I really should pay more attention to where I'm walking. Oh, and Darien threw you in the ocean."
If he'd been competely shocked before, this was a new level for Blaine altogether. He took a few deep breaths and pressed a hand to his forehead in exasperation.
"How? I don't remember any of it. Kurt, I can't- there's nothing I can say that will make this any better. Why- You should be screaming at me."
Kurt shrugged, "Have you brushed your teeth?"
"Yeah, three times. Whatever I was drinking isn't- Wait, does my breath still reek?"
He bit his lip, his nerves shooting through the roof, "No. You had Alex's tongue down your throat. I don't want him ruining the moment."
Face wrought with confusion, Blaine didn't realise what Kurt was hinting at until he had his bandaged palm against Blaine's cheek and their lips were barely brushing together. Kurt's heart hammered against his ribcage as he pulled away and opened his eyes slowly, afraid of Blaine's reaction. The other boy hadn't moved; he was still leaning towards Kurt a little with his eyes closed. Blaine reached forward and gently held one of Kurt's hands between his,
"Did that just happen? Please, please, tell me that just happened." He finally opened his eyes, pleading.
Feeling his cheeks flush red, Kurt mumbled happily, "I think it did..."
"Oh Kurt, you don't know how lo–" Blaine closed his eyes again and smiled into Kurt's lips. They kissed a little more confidently this time, knowing they were on the same level with each other.
When Kurt pulled away for the second time he carefully pressed a finger to Blaine's lips, "Darien was right, there really is only one way to shut you up."
Song featured in this chapter: I See You - Mika