Chapter 7 - Happiness

Blaine could be blind. I just didn't go after Sebastian to take care of my love. But I appreciate I didn't. Perhaps I'd put a piece of glass on his ass with fire, and then wait it to explode. Definitely, not going after him was a good idea.

He would have to do a surgery now, and if he didn't, well, he could get actually blind. I blamed myself for this. The slushy full of coarse salt was meant to be thrown on me, not him. I should be doing the surgery, not him. Every days I went to his house, hurt me just by seeing his eye. But I knew he would pass through it. So was I.

I got in to his room and seated on the armchair that was on the side of his bed. I brought a movie to us watch, Yes Sr.. It was old, but a comedy movie would be nice to see.

When I entered in the room, I showed him the movie.

"Brought us Yes Sr. to watch. What do you think?"

"Seems nice. But I'd rather to watch it with you by my side."

"I'll be by your side. On the armchair."

"No, I mean, by my side on the bed. Holding me. Since I can't leave bed, unless to go to the bathroom, because I may destroy my eye completely, we haven't holded each other much. It's been two days and I'm freaking out. I need human touch. I need Kurt's touch."

"Of course you need." I smiled, ironically.

"I'm serious. If you don't lay by my side today, I'll leave my bedroom and will go to the kitchen to put my eye very close of those pointed knifes."

"Fine. I will. But what about your parents?"

"Who cares? They know we have sex Kurt! It would be worse if we were at your house. Seriously, that's not a problem."

"Oh I forgot that. Still think was stupid that you told them."

"Oh please! I bet you're proud of me."

"Sort of. But still, Blaine. I don't even know if your mother can look me on my face. She avoids doing that. I swear."

"She's not avoiding you. And even if she is, it'll pass soon enough. Just relax."

"Great."

I turned on his television and putted the movie on the DVD Player. He had the remote control on his nap. I made myself home, took off my shoes and socks and went lay on his side. He covered me with the blanket he was using. It was really soft. I loved that blanket. But I could swear it was softer when we had our "first time".

After fifteen minutes of movie, he laid on my lap, hugging me. I slipped a little on the pillows and got a little lying, a little sitting. It was confortable. It was romantic. It was wonderful. I felt like we were married right then. I guess it was the best moment of my week.

We both slept before thirty minutes of movie. What a great nap. His mom found us holding each other on the bed and left us there for more an hour, but then got late and she had to wake me up to go home before my dad call and ask for me.

The moment I left Blaine, I already missed him.

Two weeks later I went to Rachel's house with Mercedes for a sleepover. We watched Eclipse. On the middle of it, Rachel stopped the movie to tell us something. Something big, something important. She was engaged to Finn.

I was open-mouthed. How? Why? When? Why, again? Honestly, I thought it was a huge mistake. No, she and Finn weren't like Blaine and I. They were always fighting and I'm pretty sure they broke up three times. At that time. If I had some arguments with Blaine? Sure, but never went through our minds to break up. It was a huge mistake for them.

Mercedes came talk to me that night. I was reading an old Vogue I found in Rachel's room.

"Kurt, what do you think about this?"

"I think this is pretty old. I guess it's from five years ago."

"Not the magazine, Rachel's engagement! And by the way, it's from six years ago."

I closed the magazine and turned to her.

"Look, I think it's a huge mistake. They don't know what they want yet. They don't have plans for the future. I mean, where Finn is going to, anyway? What if he doesn't want to go to New York? And what about their break ups? There were like three or something close of it, and Rachel is so bossy with Finn, he does anything she wants to, that is stupid and doesn't make a person happy."

"I guess they were two. And I must agree with you. This isn't going to work. They're so young, you know?"

"I don't think the age is the problem. The problem is that they're not ready for it yet."

"But we can't change anything, so I would like to point two things: first, we must stop them as fast as we can. Second, the ring he gave her doesn't even have jewelry. That's not a real engagement ring."

"I'll have to agree with you in both points. I mean, what engagement ring doesn't have jewelry?"

He laughed a lot that night. It was really fun, after all. But the conversation made me think: How did Blaine get a ring that was just as expensive as a house?

Blaine was recovering from his surgery in his house. More specifically, in his bedroom. I went there every time I could, but I was limited to two visits on the week, because apparently, he needed to have some rest and I going there wasn't helping.

"Hello, sweetie. How's that eye?"

"Heeeeeeey! Kurtiee. My my Kurt!"

"Oh gosh. Are you doped?"

"I guesssssss... Hey hey! Why didn't you come here yesterday? Why Kurt, why? Tell me or I'm gonna cry!"

"You don't need to do that." I seated on his side. "I didn't come because you need to have some rest. Every time I appear you stay up and full of energy. Is better if I just come here once in a while until you're fine."

"What a lie! Hey, come here tomorrow, I'll put the stair on the window so you can come up and daddy and mommy won't see you!"

"Sorry, but they're right and I agree with them. You must have some rest."

He made a sad puppy face.

"Don't come with that up on me. It won't work."

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeease! I need youu!"

"Not for now. When you get fully recovered I'll see you every day, I promise. And Blaine, even you being doped, I need to ask you this."

"Say it, sweet coconut!"

He never called me that. It was funny. "Do you know the ring you gave me? When you proposed me?"

"Yes, yes I do Sr.!"

"I was wondering... Where did you get it? I doubt your parents give you enough money to pay for this."

"Ohhh. That's not mine."

"WHAT?"

"It's from my great grandfather! What a cool guy… He stole it when he was a teenager! It's a treasure of our family, passed from father to son. My mom gave to me, since she was the daughter who received it from my grandpa."

"So this is stolen?"

"Yep. From a museum. Or from the king. Or the president. I don't know. It doesn't matter. It shines! It's so bright… I LOVE IT!"

"Yeah, I got it sweet. Well, it's some old, I guess."

"It has a million years! It exists for this long!" He opened his arms to the maximum to represent the quantity he was trying to tell me. "Hey Kurtie… Hug me?"

"Sure, baby."

I hugged him really tight. He holded me for ten minutes maybe. I realized how much I loved him, how much he loved me and how much happiness I had.

I wanted that moment to last forever. I could live as happy as that for eternity.

A note: I might skip the whole season three and get to the end on the next chapter. You know what happens on it, so as I. I want to write things from the new episodes that are coming. I'll try to make the passage as natural as possible.

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