Sorry for the delay. It's still summer! But... I start school next week. Meh. But it's sophomore in college! I'll try to update as much as possible.
-XX-
''It hurts,'' Santana complained.
''Well, maybe next time you will think twice,'' Kurt said.
The three of them were at Santana's loft. Once they were able to separate the girls, Beatrice left in a dramatic gesture, cursing after Santana and the latter, with her lip bleeding and her scratch cheek, the boys decided that it was better to go somewhere else not wanting to be interrupted by unwanted people and Santana's place in the capital seemed appealing.
It was as beautiful and modern as Kurt remembered the place to be. And spotless. Santana was sitting on a stool in the kitchen and Kurt took care of her minor injuries while Blaine looked at her, trying, just like Kurt, to figure out what happened. Santana was very quiet through the ride from there to here and she didn't seem to want to talk, unless it's complains about Kurt's inability to make the pain go away.
''Don't act like a baby,'' Kurt said.
''That bitch got really long nails,'' she said between a hiss when Kurt tabbed a little bit too forcefully on her bottom lip.
''Now, can you tell us what happened?'' Blaine asked when Kurt was done with her cuts and he puts away the first aid kit. Santana shrugged like it was no big deal.
''That girl who claims to be your sister was all racism on me. So I hit her. And I continued.'' Blaine hummed and looked at her pointedly.
''Beatrice give you snide comments for years. I doubt that it was all it took for you to go all Rocky Balboa on her.'' Blaine continued. He knew his friend and knew she was stronger than that. Santana was quiet for a moment and stood up, walking around the kitchen with her arms crossed over her chest. When she turned around to look at them, she looked at Kurt with a hard look; but it wasn't direct at him but more to the people who wanted to hurt him so badly.
''I heard something about her a few days ago and I wanted to talk to her about it. Then, she made a few remarks about people that I love and one thing led to another and the next thing I know, I was punching on her.'' She didn't look anywhere but at Kurt. ''Tell him, Kurt,''
''Tell me what?'' Blaine asked, confused.
''Tell him or I will,'' Santana warned. Kurt shook his head a little for only Santana could see and his expressive blue eyes were wide, begging her to stop.
''Tell me what?'' Blaine repeated, now fully alerted that something wasn't right and he was agitated. He looked between Santana and Kurt, annoyed to be let in the dark when, obviously, his own boyfriend was hidden something from him.
''It's nothing,'' Kurt said.
''Kurt…'' Santana warned, narrowing her dark eyes.
''Kurt, tell me what's going on,'' Blaine ordered. Kurt signed and walked away to go to the living room where he looked at the streets below by the large window. He crossed his arms and bite his bottom lip- a habit he had when he was nervous. He felt arms engulfing him from behind and smell the sweet and spicy scent of his boyfriend and relaxed in the embrace.
''If you don't want to tell me, it's okay. But, Kurt… if it's bad, maybe you should tell me.'' Kurt nodded against his chest.
''I… You deserve to know but… the only reason why I didn't run to you about it, it's because it concerns your family and I didn't want you to be mad at them.'' He murmured. ''But you're right. It's bad and you deserve to know. You have to know,'' He took a deep breath and continued. Blaine narrowed his eyes. What could be so bad?
Kurt turned around to look at his boyfriend. He didn't see Santana, so he presumed that she gave them space to talk about it. ''At the cocktail,'' he began. ''I see Christian doing hard drugs. I think it was cocaine.'' Blaine hummed in agreement, but didn't look surprised. ''You… you know that your brother do hard drugs?'' he asked. Blaine nodded.
''He always had. He tries to hide it from the public eye, but it's not easy,'' he shrugged.
''And you think it's okay?'' Kurt asked, but not in a judgmental way, but accepting the fact that Blaine couldn't do anything to stop a grown man to do what he's going. He knew that if it was Finn, he would try to help, but at the end of the day, it's his decision to get better.
''What? No, no! Of course not. But what can I do? It's his life and we are all guilty of something, or we did, or still do something that we're ashamed of,'' he said with a small, but sad smile.
''Do your siblings feel the same way as you?''
''No; at least their behavior doesn't show any trace of guilt. We all have our secrets, Kurt. A few months ago, I was out of control, but now, I know what I did wrong, but the others don't feel like that and believe me when I say they have a lot to be ashamed of. Now, please, continue,''
''Well, he told your dad that I see him doing it with a couple of his friends and he wanted to talk to me. Beatrice was there too. They basically gave me money to leave you and this country and never come back again.''
''They did what?'' Blaine said in a harsh voice. Kurt tried to calm him.
''But I refused, Blaine, but they thought I was using you for your money, which is not true and they were pretty annoyed that I didn't accept their offer. Then, they blackmailed me, saying I wasn't good enough for you. I know I should've said something to you sooner, but I didn't want you to hate your father. I mean, you already have a bad relationship with your dad, but I didn't want to add more fuel to the fire.'' He said in a rush, watching Blaine's face turning a deep shade of red. ''Don't be angry, Blaine, please,'' Kurt begged him. Blaine's feathers relaxed and even though his jaw was still painfully clenching, he looked at his boyfriend calmly.
''Of course I'm angry,'' he said. ''But not at you,'' he concluded. ''I'm just…'' he turned around to face the big screen of the television and signed. ''I just can't believe them,'' he said angrily, his fists clenching by his sides. ''Who do they think they are?'' he asked to no one in particular. ''I'm tired of them ruining my life and choosing who I should be with or how I should not be with!'' he snarled. ''I'm sure they'd rather see me still fucking strangers then having a stable and healthy relationship because they don't approve of my partner!'' He turned around once again to face Kurt; his pale skin was paler then usual and his eyes were grey, not blue like Blaine used to see when Kurt was happy, carefree. His feathers softened once again. ''I'm through with them,'' he said gently.
''But they are your family…'' Kurt began but Blaine interrupted him.
''They chose not to be by acting like that. I can't forgive them; they did so many missteps, not just with you, but through all my life… I'm not naïve anymore; I now see them for who they really are.'' Kurt took a few steps and was now in front of Blaine; the latter could see the tears welling in his blue eyes and just wanted to forgive and forget, but he couldn't.
''I'm so sorry, Blaine. For everything. If I hadn't decided to be there, you'll be…''
''Still an asshole that wouldn't discover the joy to fall in love,'' he said in a murmur, cupping Kurt's cheek and caressing the flesh softly. Kurt closed his eyes tightly, enjoying the caress.
''I love you Blaine,'' he choked out, because the sensation of his fingertips on his skin was too much.
''I love you too, Kurt. So much.'' He leaned forward to give him a kiss and Kurt, in his desperation to get close to him, deepened the kiss. ''You're my whole world, my universe.'' Blaine said between two kisses. Kurt hummed in agreement, now the tears freely running down his pale cheeks.
''We'll get through this, Blaine. I promise,'' he vowed, his lips two inches from Blaine's and the latter could feel his warm breath against his lips as he spoke. ''They can't touch us or what we have.'' Blaine nodded and dove for another kiss. ''They can try to tear us apart, but they'll never succeed.''
When Kurt stepped back from the embrace, he looked shyly at Blaine. ''Hey… tomorrow, Santana and I decided to make some food and go to the homeless shelter to give it to them. Would… would you want to come along? I'd understand if you don't want to, but…''
''I'd be honored.'' Blaine interrupted. Kurt smiled relief. ''Those guys are lucky to have people like you in their lives,'' he said. Kurt was teary eyed.
''Yeah, well, they don't have much luck anywhere else.'' He concluded and they spent the rest of the night, cuddling on the couch watching movies with Santana who after a moment, decided to just go to her own bedroom, because seriously, they were becoming sickly sweet and it was reminding her of how much she needed to get laid.
-X-
The next evening when the kitchen staff was all gone, Santana, Kurt and Blaine arrived at the kitchen. Santana didn't really leave and she could feel her exhaustion. She was happy to help her friend with this charity and his god damn heart too large for him, but she was working since this morning and she just needed a break. Now that the weeding was approaching, the kitchen was chaotic and Santana, being the chef of the hotel and, of course, the baker of the wedding cake (that is a big part of a wedding – the cake) she obviously had more and more things to do, but Kurt came first.
But they weren't alone. Puck and Mercedes decided to be a part of it.
''You have a good soul, my boy,'' Puck said as he entered the kitchen. ''You should've seen him in New York, guys. Always giving food to strangers. He's like a male mother Teresa or something…''
Kurt, already in the process to mix ingredients, rolled his eyes. ''Puck, beat some eggs and the flour,'' he ordered his friend to do. Blaine was already in his second batch of chocolate chips drop cookies and he was doing it like a pro, fallowing Santana's instruction. Mercedes was humming a song when she was doing whole grain muffins. It was easy recipes that Santana and Kurt chose to do, but everyone enjoys and frankly, Santana liked to come back to basic recipes, instead of the whole classy food that she served in the hotel. Nothing is better than a chocolate chip cookie with some milk or a good coffee cake.
''Puck!'' Kurt suddenly exclaimed, annoyed by his friend's antic because he was covered in flour. Puck only shrugged.
''Relax, dude,'' he said as he shakes himself to get rid of the white powder.
''And you clean this up,'' Santana said as she pointed at him with a hard look. ''I'm not going to clean up your mess,''
''Relax sexy,'' he said, leaning on the counter. ''But you can clean my mess anytime you want, if you know what I mean,'' he gave her his most sensual smile, but she just frowned at him.
''If you're talking about your sperm, you know you can ejaculate on someone else's body,'' she said matter-of-factly.
''Feisty,'' Puck retorted. ''I like that.''
''And if you didn't know,'' Santana continued on. ''There's still a virgin in here,'' she said, giving Kurt a look. ''So I wouldn't talk about it here…''
''Santana!'' Kurt hissed, blushing. Puck rolled his eyes.
''What, dude? It's no surprise that you never had a good co…''
''Oookay, continue your cookie dough,'' he ordered, choosing to ignore the mumbles and chuckles of his friends behind his back.
''Come on, white boy. Light it up,'' Mercedes replied, putting a pan in the stove. Kurt gave his friend a tiny smile for her effort to look after him, but it soon was replaced by a grimace after her next comment. ''Now that you have a boyfriend, I'm sure he will be honored to deflowered you,'' Laughter reached his hears and he saw Puck and Santana laughing out loud and he frowned at them, refusing to look at now a blushing Blaine who fixed a very interesting tile.
Even if his friends were very blunt and had so much more experience in their lives then his 19 years old of life, freshly out of high school, he was proud that those were his friends and in this world, where he wasn't accepted by a lot of people, he knew he could count on them.
-X-
It was the next morning when they all decided to go to the shelter to bring the food. It was a cloudy day and there was a strong wind; a storm was coming. They were all laughing at something Puck just said as they reached the car awaiting for them in front of the hotel.
''We could've taken the bus, you know,'' Kurt said, rolling his eyes.
''Blaine Anderson doesn't know what's a bus,'' Santana retorted,
'' I like my own comfort,'' Blaine defended himself, arms wrapped around a big basket.
''And your own chauffeur,'' Mercedes said with a smirk.
''Well, you never complained before,'' Blaine shot back at her.
''Guilty,'' she said, still laughing. They immediately stopped laughing when they saw Blaine's brothers not too far from them, leaning against Patrick's black Ferrari; he knew it was the car his brother use to go to the city. Blaine signed and handed over his package to Kurt.
''Go wait in the car,'' he said. ''I'll be back,''
''I'll go with you,'' Kurt said with earnest.
''No,'' he said a little bit too harsh but his face softened. ''I won't be too long. I promise,'' As he approached his brothers, Christian smirked.
''You feel charitable, today, Blaine?'' Christian asked as soon as Blaine was approaching.
''Why do you care?'' Blaine asked coolly.
''Hey, what's with the attitude?'' Danny asked. ''You're the one who came to us,'' Blaine scoffed and pocketed his hands. The air was cold for August.
''You're going to town?'' he asked without emotion, eying the car surrounded by the brothers.
''Yes,'' Danny said. ''Some of us didn't lose the sense of having a good time,''
''Anyways,'' Patrick said, going tight to the point of the eminent conversation. ''You're losing your fucking mind, that's why we care,'' Patrick said as he lit a cigarette.
''Listen, I came to tell you to leave me and the people I care about alone.'' Blaine said in a cool voice. ''I know what you're trying to do, and I know what dad did to Kurt. The game is over – this is all over.'' He said now in a tired voice, draining of all energy. Danny chuckled.
''You're just trying too hard, Blaine. But keep in mind that you're still one of us,'' he whispered to Blaine. ''You are born an Anderson, you will die an Anderson. Changing your ways don't make you a better man, but only a desperate person whose trying too damn hard,'' Blaine pushed him hard.
''I've changed for the better!'' he yelled. ''Don't tell me how to run my life.'' He was about to turn around when a thought strike him and he might as well saying all he wanted to say to his brothers. Before he turned around, he spat at his brothers. ''And you know what? I always looked up to you guys. We were the perfect family picture,'' he laughed humourless. ''But you know what? I'm ashamed of this family. I desperately wanted to look like you, to act like you, but it was a waste of my time.'' He shook his head sadly. ''I don't know why I loved you so much. You didn't give a shit about me and I just wanted to be like you… but now, I see the real you. Manipulative, self-absorb, selfish and spoiled little pricks,'' There were a moment of silent. ''I don't want to do anything with you guys anymore.'' He turned his heels to go back to the car where the chauffer awaited near the door, but he still could hear his brothers.
''Fuck you, Blaine. You're just delusional and when that kid will dump your ass and have stolen all your fucking money, don't come back to us crying,'' Christian shouted.
When Blaine sat next to Kurt in the car, the latter took his hand in his and smiled warmly at him and for a second; Blaine forgot all of his issues.
''Everything's alright?'' he asked innocently. Blaine only nodded.
''Now, everything's alright. I've turned a page of my life,'' he kissed Kurt's cheek. ''As corny as it sounds,'' he added and Kurt laughed out loud, happy to see Blaine looking so relax. A big issue had lift from his shoulders.
-X-
Blaine Anderson never thought he could love anyone; he always thought that love was for people too afraid to live. But he never thought that he could fall even more in love with one Kurt Hummel. Seeing him with the homeless people who expressed their gratitude for some bakeries that they made and to see Kurt's face enlightened with joy and pride made his heart beat faster and he had a ticklish sensation in his belly. This summer was worth it and he didn't want it to end; he knew that a lot of people think that this is a fling, a summer romance. But not for him; it isn't anymore. He never thought he'd say this, but agreeing to do this game was the best thing that his brothers gave him; it pushed him to go and meet Kurt even if back in April, his interest wasn't the same.
He closed his eyes and pushed the thought away. He was in a corner of the kitchen, drinking and thinking. He didn't hear the sounds of the busy kitchen as Santana yelled her orders for diner.
''You better move your ass. You don't want to make'em wait,'' Santana said bitterly as she chopped some vegetables. Blaine looked up and looked at her.
''I don't care. I don't want to see them, not anymore,'' he said as he drank his sorrow. Santana signed and put his knife down and approached his friend. ''Now, I know everything about them. Dad, Beatrice, my fucking brothers… I don't want to be associated with such assholes,'' he said.
''About time you wake up, Anderson. I told you for years how much self-absorbed, selfish and morons they were!'' Blaine huffed.
''I was also an asshole back then, remember?'' Santana shrugged and nodded. ''True,'' She poured another glass of wine.
''San, you're working,'' he whispered harshly, looking around to make sure no one saw her drink.
''I'm the boss. I hire people, I fire people.'' She only explained. ''You know, I got it. And a normal friend would say to forgive your family and forget your issues. But fuck it. Those people don't deserve anything from your cute little butt, and I've been waiting for years for you to finally see reason,'' she pinched his cheek. ''As will say a mother, I'm so proud of you,'' She gulped her entire glass in one go. ''Now, aren't you suppose to make the beautiful think that makes babies with Kurt? If I were you, I wouldn't miss that ass,''
She stood up, ready to go back to work. ''Not that it's your business, but…''
''Please, when you were partying –and it's so long ago- you always told me the crispy details, like if he was good in bed, if he was kinky, and your favorite position.'' She said, blunt.
''We've never gone that far, yet,'' Blaine said to her, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He'd never had a hard time to tell her, or Mercedes, his previous fucks, but with Kurt, it was different.
''I'd never thought I'd be alive to see the day where Blaine wait for his boyfriend to be ready for something he took for granted for years. You sure have changed,'' she said, faking to be moved by his declaration. Blaine rolled his eyes.
''I just want everything to be perfect for him, you know? He has a golden heart; he deserves it.''
''A good thing you don't want to, because if you do, I'll make sure that the thing you have between your legs can't please any other men,'' she retorted, pointing her kitchen knife towards Blaine's crotch.
''Believe me, I have no intention to hurt him,'' he said firmly as he stood up.
-X-
He knew where he could find Kurt. The gardens were a special place for Kurt, he told Blaine once. It was relaxing, and silent. The people on this area were usually old rich men who enjoyed sitting on a bench and reading a good book. The younger people enjoyed going in the city or into town, but Kurt loved it because it helped him to think.
Blaine enveloped Kurt in his arms from behind. The latter signed in contentment and turned around. He kissed him softly on the lips.
''Hey, you,'' Kurt said.
''Hey, I've missed you,'' Blaine murmured. Kurt smiled softly at him.
''You know I had to buy a gift for Patrick's wedding and you refused to come along,'' he teased.
''Yeah, because I don't know why you bother to buy a gift. They are all assholes to you,'' he said a little bit annoyed by Kurt's generosity. Kurt shrugged good-naturally. ''You are too kind, Kurt,''
''Yeah, but you don't arrive at a wedding without any present and it was the least I can do. And I heard that Lucy is quite lovely… if it's the only sane person in this family…'' he said with a smirk. ''Anyways, now that I had diner in town with Puck, what have you been up too?'' he asked.
''Didn't dine with my family, obviously. I skip it, actually,''
''You shouldn't skip diner,'' he reprimanded his boyfriend. Blaine shrugged, keeping his hands on Kurt's hips.
''I didn't want to stay any longer with those people, so…'' Kurt leaned forwards and kissed Blaine tenderly.
''So,'' he began. ''Now that I'm here, what do you want to do?'' Blaine already had plans for the two of them for the evening, but now that Kurt asked him, he didn't waste any time.
''Horse riding,'' he exclaimed. He took Kurt's hand in his and started leading the way to the barns. The sun was going down very slowly and there was now an orange and pink glow to the sky. Before they could make two steps and Kurt started speaking about something he and Mercedes did this afternoon, they heard a gentle voice from behind calling Blaine's name. They turned around and they saw Maggie marching towards them. She smiled tiredly at them as she hugged her son, then Kurt tightly.
''I hope I don't disturb you,'' she said in her delicate voice. Kurt shook his head.
''No. We were just heading to ride.''
''At this time of the day?'' she asked as she looked at her son.
''Yes, mom. It won't be dark for another two hours,'' he said.
''Okay, then. I hope you're careful with riding those things,'' she said because she never was one to be comfortable around horses, a little bit like Kurt at first. ''It takes nothing for a horse to get scared and the next thing you know, you'd fall and break your neck,''
''Don't worry, ma,'' he laughed. ''I'm always careful,'' he said as he watched Maggie eying Kurt. ''And,'' he added, ''I always watch Kurt's back, so stop worrying.''
''O-okay, that's… that's good,'' she said breathlessly. She went to sit on a bench that was near them. Blaine narrowed his eyes and sit next to her.
''Mom, are you okay? You know, you aren't the same since a couple of month. Are you sure everything's alright?'' he asked, worried. He did notice a chance. In fact, she was always a little bit distant for as long as he could remember with those faraway looks, but recently, she just seemed more tired, sadder. She kept distancing herself this summer and even though Blaine spent most of his time (now he felt guilty) with Kurt and his friends during the summer, he did notice a change.
''I have something to tell you. It's quite important.'' She said seriously. Kurt looked at Maggie, then Blaine and back to Maggie who was looking at Blaine with a worried expression.
''I leave you two alone,'' he said gently. He turned around to go to the barns, but Maggie started speaking.
''No, Kurt. Please stay. What I have to stay to Blaine… You'll be the first person he'll want to see, I'm sure and I don't want him to be forced to say it back. And,'' she motioned for Kurt to step forward and squeeze his hand gently. ''As far as I'm concern, you're family.''
''I'm flattered, Maggie,'' he murmured, deeply touched by her declaration. He took a sit next to Blaine and took his hand in his, both of them looking curiously at Maggie. She had dark circles under her dull eyes and was paler than usual. She was as fair as Kurt, but now, she looked like a ghost. Blaine had her curls, but her hair was a light brown, quite the opposite of Blaine's jet-black hair and her eyes, a rich and also pale green, was now a lifeless green.
''I'm leaving, Blaine,'' she began to say.
''Leave? But… you'll be back for Pat's wedding, right?'' he knew that it was more than that and if she was leaving for a little vacation in Italy or France, she wouldn't made a fuss about it. She shook her head.
''Of course I'll be there, but after that, I'll be gone.'' She looked at her son directly. ''I'm getting a divorce, Blaine. Charles and I… it cannot continue like this.'' While Kurt disapproved of Charles, he refused to see Maggie in such grief and it pained him to see her like that.
''But… I… really?'' Blaine said, at a loss for words.
''It wasn't working for a long time… I just kept it under control for you, my children. And he just kept the image of a perfect family for his own benefit and his company.'' She said bitterly.
''It's alright, ma,'' Blaine said. She looked surprised.
''You're not angry?'' Blaine shook his head.
''Dad's a tyrant; he only wants things to go his own way and… if you're not happy with him, you should find happiness elsewhere.'' He reasoned. He never was fond of Charles, but his hate towards him grew when he heard about what he did to Kurt. So he could care less about him and he never was romantically involved with Maggie, you could tell. She was just his trophy wife, just good to give him heirs. He never said anything to his mother, but with luck, she'll find a nice guy and be happy again. Like Kurt once said to him; Life's too short for regrets.
''There's more,'' she confessed. Her eyes were now welling with tears. She took a deep breath and said one word and it was what changed Blaine's life, or at least, his perspective.
''Charles is not your father.''
Time was frozen, Kurt's grip tightened and he heard a weird buzzing in his head. It was like he was underwater.
''Blaine? Please, say something,'' Maggie begged her son, her eyes tearing up. He sure hated Charles and his hatred amplified over the years, but learning that what you thought, what you believed all of your life was a lie, that another part of yourself was somewhere else in the world, was tough news.
''I-I…'' he stuttered, unable to form a sentence.
''Blaine, I will explain everything to you, please. You need to understand, Charles and I…''
''I need to go.''
''Blaine…''
''I need to go. I really, really, need to go. I…'' he stood up, still holding Kurt's hand in his and looked straight forward, not once looking behind him to see his mother.
''Where are we going?'' Kurt asked, trying to ignore Maggie's cries to tell them to come back. They were marching at a rapid space.
''Out of this place,'' he said. ''At Santana's. We're going at Santana's loft.''
-XX-
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