Just when he was about to be done with most of his homework he heard the familiar sounds of Kurt's floating steps in the hallway. He looked surprised when he saw Wes sitting by Blaine's door.
"Hey Kurt. What's up?"
"Um not much, but I feel like I should ask you that. Did David kick you out or something?"
"No, no. I'm just hanging out. Wait, what are you doing?"
Wes asked Kurt, when he had almost reached the door, ready to knock.
"I was going to ask Blaine to help me learn my lines for the drama club. I'll have my first rehearsal tonight and I wanted to be prepared."
Wes shushed him then and dragged him away from the door. The other boy looked startled and tried to get away from him.
"What is going on, Wesley?"
"Don't' you remember our talk at the impromptu Warbler meeting this morning? How we asked all of you to not disturb Blaine tonight?"
Kurt felt anger growing slowly. He could not be serious.
"Yes, I remember. And I agreed, when I thought you meant all those freshmen asking for his help. I didn't think you were talking to me. And quite frankly I hope you aren't seriously considering that I should stay away from him!"
"Yes Kurt, I am. We meant everyone – you don't see David or me in there. He's by himself and I think that's just what he needs at the moment. It's just for today, I'd be more than happy to help you with your lines, you know."
"But we're friends. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. I helped him with French last night and it went really well."
Kurt looked a little lost and just a bit pissed still.
Wes wasn't sure how to make him understand without explaining everything to Kurt and he didn't think it was either the time or place for that right now.
But at the same time, he didn't want Kurt to think, they were being rude or not accepting of his and Blaine's friendship or relationship or whatever they thought they had going on exactly.
"Come on, be quiet and just listen." He walked the younger boy back to Blaine's room and gently pushed him closer, so he could hear something
Kurt's frown turned into a hesitant and surprised grin, while Wes heard a new melody and Blaine's soft singing. He stopped every few seconds, played again, stopped, changed a few notes and chords and played it again.
"What is he playing? Do you know?" Kurt whispered softly.
"That would be him writing a song."
"I didn't even know he did that." Kurt was suddenly reminded how little he apparently knew about his crush.
"Yeah, he does. He's pretty good at it actually.
And he usually can't be seen without his guitar. …Kurt, he hasn't been playing for far too long, and it kinda freaked us out. He needs this, you know? It calms him down, helps him put stuff in perspective. Songwriting especially does the trick. But he's not too great in taking time for himself most of the times."
"Oh… I didn't know that. I guess… I'm sorry. That just… it… sounds awesome."
"Yeah. It does."
Wes smiled at him, happy he apparently made the other boy understand, without losing to many words.
"Come on, I'll help you with those lines now."
"Actually I think I'd like to listen for a few more minutes."
"Alright – well you know where to find me. Just… please, Kurt…"
"I get it. Don't worry. I won't disturb him. I'll meet you in your room in ten minutes." Kurt answered softly.
Wes was satisfied and left, while Kurt took his place by the door, closed his eyes and listened to Blaine's soft voice floating through the walls.
Blaine let his fingers slide over his favorite guitar easily.
Playing the guitar was like a second nature to him and he couldn't believe how much he had missed it, until he got to play again.
The next two hours were used to scribble down chords and lyrics that had accumulated over the last couple weeks.
Especially his friendship to Kurt inspired quite a few song ideas and Blaine was amazed how everything seemed to come together on paper.
Singing with the Warblers and arranging songs was nice and sometimes he even enjoyed their structure and discipline, but that was nothing compared to the joy of an original song and a working melody coming straight from his very own heart.
He realized just how lucky he was to have friends like Wes and David in his life that seemed to know what he needed, even when he didn't notice himself.
Everything they had thought of was perfect and he truly never thought of leaving his room. Only a few times did he find himself remembering some tasks he still had to finish, but easily distracted himself with music, a movie or food.
When Wes and David came over with a sandwich and some snacks for dinner, they couldn't contain their happiness over their success, when they found the room a mess – full off candy wrappers and cans, and a lightly snoring Blaine in his bed.
They quietly dropped off the food somewhere close to Blaine, so it would be quickly found by him, and slipped out of the room again.
The rest of the day went by in a relaxing blur. Blaine woke up sometime in the late afternoon, by nothing but himself – no annoying alarms or people coming to ask him for help – just his body being rested enough, at least for now.
He was happy to find food right by his bed and continued with doing pretty much nothing important. At one point he wandered through his room, trying to figure out what to do next, when something caught his eye.
He crossed the room to pull out a much worn copy of "To Kill a Mockingbird" that his dad had given to him once.
He had read it at least five times in the past and there was a time, at his old school, when he had carried it with him wherever he went, using it as some sort f security blanket that he could go back to whenever he needed some comforting words.
His dad has seen how much the book had meant to Blaine and seemed to help him, so he kept suggesting book after book that were now all standing next to each other in his shelf – but none of them hit their marl just like Harper Lee's story had.
It was times like these, when Blaine realized how much he missed his family.
Some of them had struggled when he came out. His mother in particular took it hard, when she finally had to accept that her son wasn't just in some sort of phase and that she most certainly wouldn't get any real grandchildren from him.
Things got easier after some time though, as she tried to educate herself and had many, many talks with her son, trying to understand him and his feelings.
He was lucky having a supportive father in his life. He had his back right from the start and was certainly responsible for his mother's motivation to learn.
They had always been close and Blaine had worried that their relationship would change or even be destroyed. But his father had surprised him once again and Blaine was able to confide in him when school was getting unbearable.
His father had shared many of his interests with his only son and they enjoyed spending, whatever rare free time the older Anderson had, together.
Going to Dalton hadn't been an easy decision. And in the end Blaine's parents had to make the final decision for him, wanting him to be safe and able to use all his talents and opportunities in a well meaning environment.
Blaine's dad started to send frequent care packages, the day his son left for boarding school and continued to do so until now – Blaine had no doubt , he would receive book after book, magazine and candy until he would graduate from college. His dad made sure to include snippets about groundbreaking gay rights developments that he would find in the obscurest papers and every time Blaine found one of them he had to laugh and cry at the same time. His family was just too precious.
Suddenly he realized that he hadn't moved from his spot next to the bookshelf, shuffled back to his bed and settled there, bundled into several blankets and began to read the next hours away.
David had decided to spend the night in Wes' room, wanting to give his roommate an uninterrupted night. They checked in once before bed, to see if he needed anything and were satisfied to get a more than happy negative reply.
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