Hey guys. To be completely honest with you, I'm not sure if I even like this story anymore, and I'm not even sure if you guys like it—it's still in my head, but when I write, it's not fueled by passion anymore, but rather ignited by a need to write my ideas out and complete this story. I'll try my best to finish it, I really want to and I'm sure I will, (I have one or two more rough chapters written), but I feel like the first one is so much better than what this sequel became, probably because this one is missing uniqueness, but rather it's just a boring continuation of the first one...
Part 4: The Morning After and Trouble with Karofsky
The next morning, Blaine woke up with a groan, looking around, "What happened?" He was curled up against Kurt who was stirring awake as Blaine's movements.
"You don't remember?" Kurt asked, feeling suddenly horrible, he let a drunken Blaine do those things to him.
"Last I remember I was going down on you," Blaine blushed and smiled sheepishly.
Kurt blushed back and nodded, "Yeah, that about sums up last night," Kurt said quietly.
Blaine sighed before laughing down, "my head hurts so fucking bad, will you get me coffee?"
"Blaine, let's just go back to my house, we'll stop for coffee on the way," Kurt said, gently slipping out of Blaine's arms. He pulled his clothes back on and he noticed Blaine watching him tiredly.
"Come on, up, Blaine, we should leave before everyone else wakes and sees us half naked on the couch, we need no rumors about us."
Blaine sighed, "at least find me Advil, please, Kurty," he mumbled with a pout as he pulled on Kurt's tight pants, looking down and noticing the dried cum stains on his underwear. He didn't remember having an orgasm, just giving Kurt one.
Kurt headed to the bathroom and searched the cabinet until he found Advil and got them both two. He swallowed his quickly and headed back to Blaine and handed them to him.
Blaine quickly swallowed them without water, and then looked over Kurt curiously, "Um, how did I 'get off' yesterday?" he asked slowly and quietly.
"Y-you don't remember?" Kurt asked nervously, hoping Blaine doesn't feel taken advantage of. "I, uh, gave you a hand job and then we fell asleep together on the couch…"
"Oh, okay. Good, I didn't wanna have my first blow job and not remember," Blaine smiled and laughed and then frowned as he grabbed his head that was throbbing.
"Come on, babe, let's get outta here, and get you some coffee," Kurt gently grabbed Blaine's arm before grabbing their stuff. He gently led Blaine outside, who covered his eyes with his hands.
"So bright, ow, fuck, Kurt, my brain hurts," Blaine mumbled, leaning against Kurt. Kurt dug through Blaine's bag that he was holding and found his sunglasses and gently slipped them on his face.
"Better?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded slowly as they headed to Kurt's car.
They sat next to each other at the coffee shop, holding hands. Blaine still had his sunglasses on and his head was resting against Kurt's. He'd only lift his head if he was going to take a sip.
One of Kurt's hands was in Blaine's the other was on his drink as he sipped occasionally.
"I'm never getting drunk again, I feel horrible" Blaine mumbled, closing his eyes.
"Yeah, I know, sweetie," Kurt rubbed Blaine's thigh, not noticing as Karofsky approached.
"Hey ladies," he looked down at them and grinned.
"Having fun sucking dick?" he asked quietly so no one else would over hear.
"Actually yes," Blaine said opening his eyes and sitting up. He pulled off his sunglasses and glared at Karofsky.
"Can you just leave us alone, Dave?" Kurt asked politely.
"No way," Karofsky leaned in close to both of them and stared at Kurt and then Blaine. He leaned in closer to Blaine as if he was about to make a move, but pulled away and laughed.
"If we weren't in public right now, I'd-" Karofsky started
"Lip rape us? Go away," Kurt said, shoving Karofsky off of his boyfriend who was started to breathe heavily and get nervous.
Karofsky grinned and sat next to Blaine and touched his thighs under the tables.
"STOP!" Blaine screamed, shoving his hand off. Blaine stood up so quickly and ran out the door.
"You can pick on me all you fuckin want, but don't you dare abuse Blaine," Kurt said protectively, pushing his finger against Karofsky's chest before running after Blaine.
Blaine was standing in front of the building, bent over, his head between his knees, as if trying to catch his breath after a long run.
"Hey, it's me," Kurt said quietly rubbing Blaine's back, "come on, stand up straight," He requested as Blaine slowly did so.
"That guy is a freaking predator," Blaine breathed out.
"I know," Kurt said softly, watching Blaine.
"You need a xanex?" Kurt asked, knowing he might have to go inside to get them, where Karofsky still sat, watching them.
Blaine just nodded, "Please," he begged softly. Blaine fingered his jeans, but he knew the pills weren't where they usually were because these jeans were far too tight to fit anything in the pockets.
"Head to the car, I'm going to get our stuff so we can leave," Kurt said as Blaine started walking to Kurt's car. He leaned against the passenger side, watching his boyfriend walk back inside and face Karofsky.
"Here for more, lady lips?" Karofsky asked with a laugh, but Kurt wasn't sure if there was a flash of guilt in his eyes. Kurt couldn't tell; he didn't even want to know.
"I'm here to get our stuff," Kurt slung both their bags over his shoulder and grabbed Blaine's sunglasses and put them on the top of his head before grabbing their two coffees.
"You better check yourself because you're torturing people just like yourself," Kurt scolded.
Karofsky huffed, "No you better watch yourself, Hummel," Karofsky stood and towered over Kurt, "You fucking tell anyone, and I will kill both of you," he said so quietly that no one but Kurt could hear. Kurt paled and quickly left the shop.
Blaine was pacing by now. "W-what happened? Are you okay? You got my pills?" Blaine asked, grabbing his bag nervously and in the process knocking Kurt's bag down with it and spilling some coffee on the ground.
"Sorry, my hands are shaking," Blaine breathed out, detangling his bag from Kurt's. He knelt on the ground and dug through the bag until he pulled out his pills. He swallowed them quickly before standing up.
"It-it's okay," Kurt just said fishing his keys out of his own bag, unlocking the door. "W-we need to go now," was all Kurt said as he got in the car.
Blaine got in beside him.
"What happened? You're all kinds of pale, your skin is so pallid, babe," Blaine observed, feeling a little better due to the pills.
"He, uh, threatened to kill us," Kurt gulped out.
"What?" Blaine gasped, "Oh my god. Why am I, why are we such targets?" Blaine sighed, rubbing his eyes.
"Because we're different and people are afraid of us," Kurt just said as he started his car and started to drive off.
The next day at school, Blaine and Kurt were huddled together at Kurt's locker, whispering to one another.
"Blaine, Karofsky won't stop staring at us," Kurt whispered, holding on to Blaine's arms that were crossed against his chest. Karofsky was at the other end of the hall, just watching their every move, every once in a while showing them a fist along with an angry face to scare them into not telling a thing about Karofsky's sexuality.
"Kurt, we need to tell someone," Blaine whispered, "Maybe we should both go to Dalton together," he whispered, "we won't have to deal with this," Blaine started breathing heavily, "This is making my anxiety a lot worse—I don't know if he's going to attack ever, I mean the way he stares at us," Blaine kept rambling nervously.
"I know, it's just making everything worse, even if you are social again," Kurt sighed. "We'll wait it out for a few weeks, if it gets any worse, we'll do something," Kurt decided for them as the bell rang for first period. Kurt separated from Blaine as they walked to their individual classes.
Blaine watched Kurt away, reaching out to him when he was too far out of reach. He sighed softly before running to catch up with Kurt, grabbing him.
"Walk me to class," Blaine said quietly, taking a hold of his arm and looking at him with big eyes.
"Babe, our classes are on opposite ends of the school," Kurt objected.
"The lady doth protests too much, me thinks," Blaine whispered to him with a fire in his eyes as if he was trying to convince Kurt with his eyes to come with him and abandon all education to be with him as if in some Renaissance romance play.
Kurt shook his head and smiles at Blaine's intelligence and knowledge, quoting 15th century literature, "I'm your lady, huh? Well, okay, let's go," Kurt put a hand on Blaine's back and gently pushed him in the opposite direction of where he was going.
Blaine smiled widely and walked ahead of Blaine in the crowded hallway, "you're my man, but you can't just misquote Shakespeare."
"Plus, I was kind of afraid I'd run in to Karofsky," Blaine added quietly, still gripping Kurt's shirt lightly.
"Yeah, I know, it'll all be fine," Kurt said, trying to stay strong, knowing he too was afraid of Karofsky and what he was capable of.
Kurt led him to his classroom as the halls started to clear, "There, you're safe," Kurt said softly.
Blaine thanked Kurt with a brief peck on the lips before he let go of him and headed into the classroom with a wave.
Kurt sighed, waving back, before walking to his class, which he was already late to.
After school, Blaine had to be home for dinner with his parents; they told him he had to come and without Kurt, or else he wouldn't get his weekly 100 dollar allowance, which always came in handy.
Blaine sat at the dining room table, looking back and forth between them, but not saying a thing. Blaine moved the broccoli around on the plate.
"Can I be excused, now? Kurt's coming soon, and I'm done eating. We were going to get some dessert and coffee," Blaine said honestly and regretted it the moment he mentioned Kurt.
"No, we're having dessert here. I specially ordered a cake and coffee is already on,"
"Fine, then Kurt s eating here, and don't say one rude word to him. I love him," Blaine said seriously, glaring at both of them.
"Honey, it's just you've been through a lot. If you really think he's helping…" Fran trailed off.
"He's probably making it worse after what you said that man did to you. You seriously can't be ready for sexual relations. I don't want it in this house and that is an order," Don continued for Fran in a soft tone but ended up in an angry commanding tone.
"What I said? No, it's not some claim, it's the truth. Kurt makes me happy, and if I want to have sex with him then I will. I mean, I can't freakin' breathe without him near me. I feel like I'm in this anxious state when he's not by my side, like I wanna scream right now because he's not holding my hand right this second. But I'm not because I know he's right around the corner, in his car, coming to get me. And now, he has to be stuck in a room with you, two, who he doesn't really know and definitely doesn't trust, it's going to be awkward, but I will survive because Kurt will be there."
"I mean, he did get Blaine to talk again, I heard it," Fran whispered loudly to Don. Don just sighed, "Fine, we'll get to know him then. We'll try not to judge. We both regret shunning you and being mad at you for who you are. We will try support you in every way possible."
"I, we're very sorry. We love you, Blaine. Remember when you were a little boy, we used to go to the theatre together and we'd see a new Broadway show. All the theatre goers were astonished at how into the plays you were even at 5 or 6."
Blaine stares at them almost unbelievably at their apology as his phone starts going off. He keeps his eyes on his parents as he answers his phone.
"Kurt! You're here! Come inside," Blaine looks away as he explains to Kurt why, "They want to meet you again. Something really weird just happened," Blaine whispered as he got up from his chair and headed to the door. He could feel his parents' eyes on him like a hawk.
He opened the door for Kurt who was now walking towards him. He hung up and Kurt met him at the door and hugged him, "They like apologized to me. I didn't tell you this, but when I had that fight with them last week, I told them what happened to me. The dynamic in the house changed slightly, to the point where they leave me alone most of the time," Blaine said with a slight smile as he pulled away from the hug.
"That's good, hopefully it's the truth," Kurt said suspiciously as he entered the Anderson home. Today Kurt was wearing black jeans, combat boots and a green tshirt, a far cry from the "flamboyant" outfit he wore last time he met them.
"I don't know, Kurt, it's not like I have much choice in the matter… I live with them, and they pay for everything. Even if they still seem slightly unhappy or sickened about the thought of us," Blaine said quietly before they approached his parents. A small pout was placed on his lips at the thought of someone believing him to be disgusting when he really wasn't, he was just being himself and in love.
Kurt half smiled at them, "hello again," he said politely, but coldly.
"Have a seat, sweetheart," Fran said and pulled open a chair for Kurt, who sat down slowly and glanced at Blaine like get me out of here.
Blaine sat beside Kurt and took his hand and purposely put their hands on top of the table to be an asshole and rub it in his parent's face.
Blaine leaned closer to Kurt and whispered, "Babe, I don't trust them, but I have to deal with them, I'm sorry," he gently kissed Kurt's cheek and Kurt blushed because he knew Blaine's parents were more than likely disgusted by them.
Kurt just nodded and they ate in silence and Blaine's parents didn't speak another word to them. Kurt picked at his cake and Blaine ate all of it, every once in a while smiling wide at Kurt as he stuffed his face. That made Kurt smile at how cute he was while stuffing his face.
"Eat, Kurt, eat," Blaine took the last bite of his own cake and put it up to Kurt's lips. Kurt laughed and accepted the savory sweets.
Don got up from the table as Kurt joined in on the feeding, putting some cake in Blaine's mouth but a huge chunk. Kurt laughed as Blaine tried to chew and swallow it, but it squished its way out of Blaine's mouth as Blaine started giggling, too. Blaine tried to lick his lips to get it off, but it was all over his chin. He leaned forward as some of the cake fell from his mouth and onto his plate.
Kurt was holding his stomach just from watching Blaine. Fran smiled slightly and Don glanced from the doorway and shook his head, thinking this was awkward and it made him a little uncomfortable, he felt like he needed a lot more time to get used to it.
Kurt grabbed a napkin and wiped up Blaine's face, but it still had some icing on his lips, chin and cheeks.
Blaine just smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him, but Kurt screamed and put his face as far away as he possibly could as if not to get dirty.
"I promise I taste good," Blaine leaned in, grabbing Kurt by the waist so he can't escape and just kissed his cheek, missing Kurt's mouth because he turned his head. He squirmed in Blaine's arms as Blaine kissed all over Kurt's face, trying to nudge his face with his to move it until he finally captured Kurt's lips with his.
"Mmm, Blaine," Kurt said, tasting the butter cream icing. Blaine finally pulled away with a shit eating grin on his face. Kurt started blushing furiously; he forgot that Blaine's parents were watching. He looked around and both of them had left the room without them realizing.
"I, um, guess that means we're free to leave," Blaine grinned even wider and stood up. "At least this is one problem down, just ten million to go, right?" Blaine offered Kurt his hand to help him up. Kurt took it and stood, knowing Blaine was talking about Karofsky, Kurt's past sexual offender and now both of theirs bully, and also dealing with Blaine's past too, one that wasn't present physically, but definitely there in spirit. To top it off, Kurt was sure that Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were still against them.
Kurt slept over Blaine's house, something they normally never did, but it wasn't as bad as both of them thought. No one intruded once on them. No Finn asking about the homework for math, or Burt making sure there were clothes still on, and no Carole to offer them freshly baked cookies, though they kind of liked that one…
Kurt woke up to Blaine's alarm and stretched in Blaine's arms. Blaine was still holding him, but was slowly waking at the sound and the feeling of Kurt's movements.
"I don't wanna go to school, stupid meanie is there," Blaine muttered tiredly as he closed his eyes tightly and shut off the continuous beep of the alarm.
"We can't run away, he hasn't spoken to us since the death threat," Kurt added as if that was a positive thing. Nothing could be good with a death threat involved.
"Babe, he's gonna give us heart attacks. He like wants us, I think he wants me," Blaine added quietly and fearfully, "He was massaging my thighs last time," Blaine shuttered.
"I know, and I yelled at him for that. He does it again," Kurt muttered angrily, biting the side of his mouth as he spoke and squeezed his fists, "And I will freaking knock his teeth out."
"Or we could just leave, only if it gets bad, it might have to happen, babe, we are no match for him, he probably has guns and knives and who knows!" Blaine said drastically, but Kurt supposed it was probable.
"Only if it gets bad, let's hope not though," Kurt got out of bed, pulling out clothes from Blaine's closet, pulling them on his body as if they were his own. He pulled on blue jeans, a black shirt, and a maroon sweater.
"You look like me," Blaine smiled tiredly but happily, seeing him in his clothes, "Keep them, babe, so you could think of me if you're sad and lonely," Blaine said quietly, knowing he returned the original shirt he took. Kurt even exclaimed, "Oh my God, I've been looking for this!" the other day when he found it bunched up in his closet. He still had the new one in his drawer, hidden from sight. He wanted Kurt to have something of his, not just wear it for a day and return it.
"I know, and yeah, maybe I will, this is cute, and it smells like you," Kurt brought it up his nose and sniffed and just smiled at Blaine who got out of bed and started dressing in a similar looking outfit but with a navy sweater instead of a maroon one, and a white t-shirt instead of a black one.
"We really look like boyfriends now," Blaine said cheekily and grinned. Blaine slipped on some thick plastic tiger eye rimmed glasses and got a similar pair for Kurt that were black, and slipped them on his face.