Why, hello! Okay so here's a more lengthy chapter. Hopefully it's an enjoyable one.
I just want to give those of you who expect a big Kurt story a warning: It isn't as detailed as you'd want. But I did that PURPOSELY. Kurt doesn't share much of his personal life with anyone, so what he does tell is a big step for him. So please, bare with me!
Okay, I'll stop babbling now and let you read on!
"I'd like to share my story, if that's okay with everyone." Kurt says this with a confidence that Blaine has never seen before from Kurt, mostly because there isn't any confidence at all. His breathing is shaky, and his hands are twitching violently. His pupils are so small they're barely visible. Blaine's staring at Kurt with his interest at its highest peak. He's been trying to figure Kurt out ever since he met him. Finally, he is going to hear his story.
"Course," says William, nodding for Kurt to continue.
"This is gonna be swell," quirks Santana, but she is silenced by Brittanys hand on her shoulder.
"That's not nice, Tana," Brittany tells the dark haired girl.
"Brittany's right," William looks around. "No one is allowed to talk when someone else is talking. It's rude, and I know you kids are better than that." With one last scan of the group, William glances at Kurt, "Go on."
Kurt gives a small, but forced smile. "Wells, it all started it suppose when I was about three. That really when people started being, uh, concerned," he pauses, "My mother used to take me out with her while she shopped, and I would love the clothes. The hats, the dresses, the shoes," Kurt smiles to no one in particular, "People didn't like it, but they all said it was just a matter of time before I'm out playing ball, or racing carts." Kurt takes a deep breath, and lets out a tired laugh. "That obviously didn't happen."
Kurt sits still for a while, not saying much. And soon William says, "Kurt you don't have to-"
"My mother would always defend me when people started talking bad. She'd say things like, 'He's my baby boy, and I love him all the same,' and you bet she didn't get into any clubs or invited to tea with the other women around the neighborhood." Kurt looks down at his lap, playing with his fingers. "I would cry all the time, and wonder, why did everybody hate me? But my mother always said, 'There ain't anything wrong with you, just everyone else.'"
Blaines chest tightens up, remembering words that his father would say to him. There's something wrong with you! You're no son of mine…
"We dealt. My dad helping out whenever my mother wasn't around," Blaine notices Kurts eyes misting at the mention of his father. "He had to do it lots more when my mother got real sick when I was seven. I'm not sure what it was she had, but it made her sick enough for the hospital. I would visit her everyday though, bringing her flowers…"
Kurt walks through the white door, across the pale floors, orange flowers in hand. He walks up to the exhausted woman on the hospital bed.
"These are you for, momma," he says happily.
She takes the flowers carefully, sniffing them, "They're lovely, darling."
He smiles to himself proudly…
"…I'd read to her as much as I could…"
"What's this word momma?" he hands her the book in his little hands, pointing a tiny finger at the unknown word.
"Delectable," she smiles weakly.
"Delectable, right I knew that," the toddler nods and continues…
"…She was only getting more and more sick though. And one day, I got told I couldn't see her. I huffed and I puffed, but it did no good." Kurt looks up, snapping out of his memories. "Dad got a call one day, and just one look and I knew something bad happened. She died a month after my eighth birthday."
"Oh, Kurt…" Brittany covers her mouth, tears falling down her face.
Kurt sighs, "It was one of the most horrifying days of my life. My dad and I were lost without her. But, we managed. We had to." Kurt brings his gaze to the ceiling, not setting his eyes on just one area. "Things got harder for both of us. My dad and I weren't the friendliest of people to each other, but he tried so I guess he wasn't that bad. He was tough, especially when people be telling him I was a freak, that I was wrong, and sick, and just…not normal. Dad did his best but, nothing got solved ever." Closing his eyes, Kurt rubs at his temples. "My dad got sick when I was about… And I felt helpless. I didn't have anybody to support me. Eventually, when I pulled into my driveway after school, my neighbors where there with the police…"
Kurt drives down his street and his brow furrows when he notices his neighbors, the Dawson's, on his front porch. But they weren't alone; there were police men there too.
Kurt pulls into the dirt driveway and hops out of his truck. "Is there a problem, gentlemen?"
"That's the crazy, right there!" His neighbor points and shouts.
"Alright, boys, let's get 'em," an officer orders.
"Wait, what?" Kurts eyes widen as he is grabbed by the collar of his shirt and yanked him into the side of the truck.
"Relax, kid, you're in safe hands now," Another officer states and waits for his partner to help drag him into their car.
Kurt gulps, blinking his thoughts away, "And y'all can pretty much, guess what happens next."
Everyone sits in silence, some crying quietly, other staring down at the floor, stunned.
"I haven't seen my dad since," Kurt states blankly. "My bets are that he's dead. If he wasn't, he wouldn't gotten me outta here long ago."
Blaine doesn't realize until he felt a drop on his hand that he had been crying. He wipes at his tears, sniffing softly.
"Wow, Kurt," William says, at a loss for words.
"Please, save your tears everyone," Kurt laughs, tears in his eyes begging to fall out. Blaine notices how they're daring to pour out onto Kurts soft porcelain cheeks. And with one quick blink, a fat tear spills from his right eye, sliding down his face. Blaine reaches out without thinking, and wipes the tear away.
Kurt looks over at him, terrified. But not in the way where he's afraid of someone reacting in a way where they'd be punished, but in the way a person should be after revisiting their past pain and reopening those almost healed scars. Kurt opened himself up to everyone, he opened himself up to Blaine. Blaine knew that it was probably something that took all Kurt had in himself. Blaine doesn't doubt that there's more to the story, some minor details that Kurt had left out for the sake of everyone else's sanity. Though, Blaine admires Kurt, because opening himself up to people is something Blaine knew he'd never be able to do.
Kurt does something that Blaine does not expect in the least bit. He pulls Blaines hand away from his cheek, to his lips, kissing the tops of his fingers, then lacing his with Blaines. Blaine lets out a small gasp and closes his eyes, letting more tears fall free.
William looks at the two boys, proud that they are able to be themselves, unafraid of the consequences awaiting them. Though, William doesn't think twice about telling anyone. These boys have been through enough, they didn't need an ECT to make matters worse. William slaps his thighs and stands up, "Alright kids, I think we've had enough for one day. Kurt, thank you," William gives a nod of appreciation, "Go wash up for dinner, I'll come by tomorrow and we'll continue this. Have a good night, gang."
There were soft farewells and gentle waves. At first no one moves, everyone stays seated, looking over at Kurt and Blaine. Rachel holds onto Finns arm, and he rubs her hand with his free one. Mercedes has her head in her hands, wiping at a few stray tears. Puck is rubbing the back of his head, shoulders slumped. Artie has his hands on his knees, biting his lip. Sam just stares at Kurt and Blaine, a small smile playing at his lips. A couple tears stains on his cheeks. He's silently congratulating them.
Brittany speaks up, "I'm happy for you, Kurt."
Kurt looks up at her through wet lashes, "Thank you, Britt."
Brittany smiles and looks over at Santana, who is looking down at her feet. Brittany gives a pained grin and stands up to begin washing for dinner. As Brittany walks away, Santana looks up and watches her. A feeling of guilt rushing through her, but she does nothing.
Kurt rubs Blaines hand softly, staring at nothing except the green hues, half hidden by dark, long lashes. He finds himself standing, bring Blaine up with him.
"Come on, let's wash for dinner," Kurt says as he gently pulls Blaine to the hall of rooms. As they reach Kurts room, Blaine immediately sits on the bed. Kurt begins to wash his face in the small sink. Blaine carefully watches all of Kurt's movements, the way every muscle moves, how his back arches as he leans forward. Blaine smiles lazily, and falls back onto the bed, closing his eyes.
Before he knows it, Kurt is sitting on the bed next to him. "Taking a nap, precious?"
Blaines smile brightens at the nickname, "I think you need one more than me."
Kurt lays down letting out a sigh, "You said it."
Blaine chuckles softly, enjoying the warmth of Kurts body next to his. They lay there for a moment; both have closed eyes, breathing gracefully in perfect harmony. Blaine can hear the slight thumb of Kurts heartbeat next to his. He can feel Kurts hand ghost over his own until he finally grabs it and place his gently in Blaines. Turning his head slightly, slowly Blaine opens his eyes. Blaine traces every feature of Kurts face. The way his eye lashes cast perfect shadows across his cheeks, how prominent his cheekbones are, the freckles spotting his nose and parts of his cheeks and forehead, the relaxing way his lips pout slightly. Everything about the boy in front of him was stunning.
How could anyone look at him and think otherwise? Blaine thinks as Kurt slowly starts to open his eyes.
He glances to the side and sees Blaine looking at him. He smirks, pursing his lips, "Gotta staring problem, dear?"
Blaine looks away, blushing. "No, well, maybe when it comes to you."
Kurt chuckles, giving Blaines hand a squeeze. "You know, you still need to wash up."
"I don't wanna go to dinner," Blaine states, propping himself up on his elbow.
"Well I don't think you have a choice, sugar," Kurt teasingly paces a kiss to the corner of Blaines mouth, which causes the smaller boy to turn red.
Blaine shakes his head, smiling, "Come on, we can stay here and just, be."
"Just be?" Kurt repeats, humor in his voice.
"Pretty, please Kurt?" Blaine pouts his lips.
"Oh, precious," Kurt sighs, "You know if it was up to me, I'd love to tell you we could just stay here. But we can't. We can't do anything we want around here." Kurt sits up, "Now, come on," He stands up and starts for the door.
Blaine bites his lip and closes his eyes, "I wanna leave."
Kurt stops short, turning slowly he says, "I'm sorry, what?"
Blaine sits up straight, "I wanna go. Get out of this place."
Kurt gives a bitter laugh, "Yeah? Well, good luck to ya, sweetie. Because there ain't no way you're getting out of here on your own free will until you're the sweet age of eighteen."
Blaine frowns, causing Kurt to feel instant guilt. "Listen, precious," Kurt goes up to Blaine and places his hands on either side of Blaines face, "One day, you will get out of here. Just not as soon as you'd like. Get it?" Blaine nods, gloomily. Kurt takes his hands away, "Now, come on, wash up and let's go to dinner."
Kurt waits at their usual table, pushing around the fake chicken on his tray. He looks up and sees Blaine talking with Noah. It's strange, but Kurt shrugs it off and continues playing with the food on his tray.
He thinks back to what Blaine had said. I wanna leave…
Kurt images what Blaine would be like when he gets out. Whether he'll be happier, or may a little messed up from being here. He can't picture that though. Blaines too much like a puppy to be less than ecstatic when he leaves.
Kurt thinks of what career Blaine might have. After seeing Blaine and Rachel dance and sing, he can see him in nice pressed pants, a button up and suspenders, singing soulfully at a big fancy club, or maybe a dancer in some big show. He could also do both, and be on Broadway. Kurt smiles at the image of Blaine accepting a bouquet of roses, blowing kisses to his beloved fans.
Someone clears their though, causing Kurt to look up. He sees Blaine and Noah standing in front of him. "Uh, hello there," Kurt says confused to why Noah is standing next to Blaine.
"Kurt," Blaine starts, smirking like a madman, "Meet Noah, the guy who's gonna break us out."
Kurt looks to Blaine and then to Noah, then back to Blaine before he lets out a loud belly laugh. "You're fooling me, right?"
Blaines smile fades as he beings crossing his arms, "No we ain't. And I thought you'd be happier about this."
Kurt continues to laugh while trying to eat his food, "Well you thought wrong, because that is the wackiest idea I've ever heard, and look where we're at."
"I'll admit I was not sure about it at first, but it seems like a pretty fool proof plan," Noah backs Blaine up.
"Yes, but there's a tiny problem with that," Kurt pauses so he can swallow, "There are fools involved with the plan so I guess it sort of beats the purpose."
"Watch it," Noah warns the skeptic boy.
"Why don't you think we can do this?" Blaine asks with plead in his voice.
"Because there ain't any way anyone can break out of here," Kurt states, avoiding Blaines eyes.
"Kurt, please," Blaine sits across from him, "I know this sounds crazy-"
"Which it is," Kurt interrupts.
"But, I think we can do it," Blaine gives a pleading smile.
Kurt looks at both boys, and throws his hands in the air in surrender, "Fine, but only if you actually come up with a good plan."
"Yes!" Blaine claps his hands together, but composes himself and turns to Noah, "We'll discuss further plans later."
"Nice, I'll chat with ya later," Noah nods and walks away.
Blaine watches him go, then looks to Kurt, smiling, "So you'll really do it?"
Kurt sighs and looks into Blaines puppy like eyes, "I don't have much of a choice do I, precious?"
"Quinn, come on, let's go sit over here!" Brittany tugs the small blond along.
"Brittany, whoa!" Quinn trips forward and drops her sketch pad and charcoal onto the floor.
Brittany covers her mouth for a moment, but then bends over, picking up the small pieces of charcoal.
Quinn gets to them first and grabs them all in one motion, "Brittany, stop."
Brittany looks up, confused, "What?"
Quinn takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm, "Go. Away."
"But, we're supposed to be together, you're my partner," Brittany smiles carefully.
Quinns lips form a tight line, "Give me some time for myself. We do not need to be together every minute." With that, the petite artist stands up and storms over to her seat by the window, leaving a confused Brittany on her knees, still holding a tiny piece of charcoal.
Across the room, three boys sit on the couches, one explain a 'fool proof' plan.
"Then we can cut pass them and I'll slug 'em once or twice, the doors will be right there and we're out," Noah finishes explaining his plan to the two boys. Kurt leans back into the couch with a raised eye brow, a look of amusement. Blaine has his leg crossed over the other, titling his head slightly, lips trying to form words. Noah looks between the two of them, waiting for a response. "Well?"
Kurt snorts, "Sounds like a load of sh-"
"Sounds wonderful," Blaine pipes in, putting a hand on Kurts knee, hushing the other boy, "It truly sounds like a great plan, but," Blaine pauses and leans forward, whispering, "Don't you think it's a bit intense?"
"That's the way to do it!" Noah throws his hands up.
Kurt mumbles, "Yeah, if you're dimmer then a rock."
Blaine coughs loudly, failing to cover Kurts insult, "Noah, I just, um, maybe we can think of a more, efficient plan. One that isn't as, dangerous?"
"Any plans gonna be dangerous," says Noah, leaning back with his arms crossed.
"Hiya, guys," Brittany slowly takes a seat on the other side of Kurt.
"Hi, Britt," Kurt smiles, greeting the sad girl.
Blaine notices her saddened expression, "What's eatin' you?"
Brittany sighs looking down at her hands on her lap, "I beginnin' to think Quinn don't like me."
"What?" Blaine looks at her shocked.
"That's ridiculous," Kurt shakes his head, almost amused.
"I believe it," Noah snarls, "She's just plain old miserable. I mean, she doesn't even care for me and my muscles," he says as he flexes his arms.
Blaine looks over at the quiet girl sketching, her face inches from her pad. He's hasn't spoken to her lately, and maybe she just needed a little chat to perk her up.
"I'll be right back," Blaine stands up, but before he gets to take a step Kurt grabs his hand.
"I wouldn't-"
"Kurt, I know Quinn, she'll be happy to talk," Blaine loosens Kurts grip. He takes a deep breath and crosses the linoleum floors. He slowly approaches the artist, "Hi, gorgeous."
Quinns head snaps up, and she gives him an empty stare, "What do you want Blaine?"
"Whoa, I thought we we're good," Blaine pulls out a chair across from her, "May I?"
"You're gonna anyway," Quinn gives a sour smile and goes back to her drawing.
Blaine shakes his head smiling and sits down. He folds his hands on top of the table, patiently waiting for Quinn to speak. He watches as she presses the charcoal in her hand on to the paper. He pays close attention to the way her small hands create graceful lines and curves, how every movement is careful and planned out, how free and in control she is.
"You're staring, Blaine," She says not looking up, per usual.
Blaine just grins, "You're so focused. I wouldn't be able to do anything like that."
"Probably not," Quinn states. Blaine squints his eyes as she looks up. She opens her mouth to say something, but instead, a laugh comes out. Blaine tilts his head confused, watching her rosy lips curl into a smile.
"Why are you laughing?" Blaine asks, as Quinn holds her pad to her chest, free hand covering her mouth.
"You- your- your face!" Quinn bursts out, "Oh my, you looked so serious. So, angry," She tries to calm herself, but to no effect does it work.
Blaine scoffs and crosses his arms, "I was serious. And I am truly offended. How dare you, Quinn, how dare you!" This makes the blonde laugh even more, and soon Blaine cracks a smile and giggles himself.
Kurt, Brittany, and Noah all stare from across the room, dumbfound. Ever since Quinn has been in the hospital, no one has ever heard her laugh. Noah has tried to interest her countless times. Once Quinn had thrown steaming hot soup at him out of frustration and claimed it as 'an accident'. Brittany would always talk to her but even Brittanys contagious joy wasn't enough to make Quinn crack even the tiniest of smiles. Everyone soon began to think smiling was just something Quinn couldn't do. But there, right in front of them all is Quinn, laughing loudly, Blaine across from her laughing along.
The corner of Kurts lips turn up, watching Blaine throw his head back, smiling and grabbing his sides to stop the giggles, the corner of his eyes crinkling, his bright smile covering his face. Kurt bites his lip looking down, God what is wrong with you, you're acting like a person who's in lo-
"What cha looking at?"
Kurt is snapped out of his gaze by Brittanys voice along with Noahs judging smirk.
"Nothing," Kurt turns his body so he's fully facing the two.
"He was looking at his-" Noah stops short and his smile vanishes. He opens and closes his mouth, thinking of the correct words. What was Blaine to Kurt, Noah thinks.
"His angel," Brittany smiles.
Noah isn't sure if that is the right word for it, but he goes with it, "Yeah, you were, weren't ya?"
Kurt opens his mouth, faux shock, "What? I- ugh, I am appalled that you would think that I am pathetic enough to watch him like he's some fragile piece of art, that needs to be handled with the utmost greatest care, which needs to be looked after like the most precious-" Kurt stops and finds himself gazing at Blaine again. His eyes widen as he slowly turns towards the smiling people staring at him. "I mean," Kurt pauses, "No."
"Awe, Kurtie, that's adorable!" Brittany claps her hands together.
"Yeah, Kurtie," Noah teases, which in return Kurt glares.
"Okay I was looking, so what!" Kurt leans back against the couch, "There's nothing wrong with it."
""Of course there ain't," a new voice enters the conversation. Kurt looks up as Brittany turns around. They both see Santana. "You're free to look at whoever you want," she smiles softly. Brittany looks up at her, grinning. Santana furrows her brow and holds her hand out, "May I borrow Brittany for a moment?"
Brittany turns to the boys. Kurt and Noah both nod, Kurt giving Brittany an encouraging smile before she takes Santanas hand and follows her. Kurt faces Noah, who's looking confused at the two girls walking away hand in head.
Kurt finally says, "They're something, aren't they?"
"Yeah," Noah returns his attention to Kurt, "Sort of like you and Blaine."
Kurts brow furrows as he looks down at his feet. Kurt didn't really know what he and Blaine were. They don't need a title, or a label saying what they are. As long as they were together that's all that mattered, right?
"I don't know," Kurt says looking up, no emotion quite on his face.
"Well, you like each other, right?" Noah asks.
"Yeah," Kurt agrees.
"Do you love him?"
Kurt laughs, "Oh, my gosh, I am not answering that."
"Why not? It's true isn't it?" Noah pushes further.
"I don't know, why?" Kurt fights back.
"Well, if you weren't, you wouldn't be risking your life for him." Noah points out.
Kurt looks at him with curious eyes, "What you mean?"
"No sane person would try to escape a mental institution with some boy he 'likes'," Noah explains, "I'm not saying you gotta tell me anything, I'm just asking."
Kurt thinks for a moment. Maybe Noah is right. No sane person would break out of a mental institution in order to be with someone who they just met recently, risking both their freedom and lives. Well, then again, Kurt never was considered sane. But even Blaine wants to know what they are, though he has mentioned it very little, Kurt can see how much Blaine wants to ask ever minute they're together. Kurt does have very strong feelings for Blaine. Stronger feelings then no one, not even Blaine knows about. Love? Maybe not, but Kurt wasn't rushing to figure it out.
Kurt turns and sees Blaine smiling, talking to Quinn. For a moment, Blaine turns his head and sees Kurt staring. He gives a shy smile and wave. Just with that small gesture, it sends Kurts heart soring. Kurt quickly looks away, staring anywhere then at Blaine. Kurt takes a deep breath and looks at Noah,
"I think it's time to start planning."
So tada!
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