WARNING: Rated M for sex. ;)
When Santana answered the door, she ushered his friends inside when she saw Blaine's devastated appearance and Kurt's pleading look. After some incoherent sentences from Blaine who went to the kitchen to take a beer and went straight to the guest room and Kurt explaining what was happening in general, Santana agreed that they could spend as many nights as they needed at her loft. She also figured they needed their privacy for tonight, so with a bag and a murmur of ''At least, he doesn't share the DNA with this asshole,'' she was off to crash at Mercedes' place.
-X-
They spent an hour on the unmade bed, being quiet. Kurt was too afraid to speak, fearing that Blaine will finally cracked, but he never did. He stayed silent, with no tears and no words.
''I never fit in,'' he finally said. ''I always wondered why my siblings look so much like my da… like Charles, with brown eyes and straight brown hair. They are tall, and fair. But then, I told myself that that it was because I was unique and I looked more like my mom, but it wasn't the case.'' He said in a murmur, his eyes glassy like he was seeing an old memory in front of him. ''But I don't look that much like her, except mu curls.''
''It doesn't matter, Blaine,'' Kurt said. ''You have a family here and that's what it counts,'' he explained but Blaine shook his head. He sat up straight in the bed, sitting Indian-style.
''Of course it matters,'' he said calmly. ''I… I never feel like I shared a bond with that man, you know? We despised each other for years. He congratulated the others on their achievements, but not me. Sometimes, I caught him staring at me on multiple occasions like he was trying to find something or like he knew something I didn't. Does it mean that he knew? He knew I wasn't his?'' He asked sadly. ''It's not the fact that is not my father that makes me sad, Kurt. You know how much I hate the man, and I hate him more now that I know what he did to you,'' he said, his jaw clenching.
''It's the fact that Maggie kept it a secret for a long time, isn't it?'' Kurt asked gently, rubbing Blaine's back soothingly.
''Yes,'' he said. ''I cannot believe she hides it from me. I mean, somewhere, there's a guy with whom I share the same DNA. Who is it? Where is he?'' he asked to no one in particular, but he looked at Kurt, wanting an answer even though Kurt didn't know the right answer.
''Wanting to find someone who shares the same DNA as you is not the solution,'' Kurt said. ''Maggie must've a good reason to hide the truth from you. But you'll never know if you don't let her explain. She's a good woman and she doesn't just sleep around. She really must've loved your father,'' Blaine lay back on the bed, bringing Kurt with him. ''I see the way she looks at you, Blaine. She never looks like that with your brothers and sister. You're her special gift, Blaine, so please, don't run away from her.''
''I won't,'' Blaine promised. After that, the room was silent for a few minutes. ''Do you think I'm half Greek because of my hair?'' Blaine asked to break the tension. Kurt laughed a little.
''You sure look like a Greek god.''
''Or maybe Spanish. My mom made me believe that my great grandfather was Spanish and I inherited his exotic features when I used to ask her why the whole family was fair skin, except for me'' he smiled at the memory.
''You certainly have the charm of a Latino.'' Kurt kissed his cheek. ''But maybe she's right. Maybe you inherit from him and your old man is as white as snow,'' he teased. If Blaine was honest, it wasn't the fact that Charles wasn't his father that hurt the most – everything made sense with the way Charles acted towards Blaine. If he didn't know, then he was a real beast towards the boy he believed was his son. He was just cold and distant with Blaine and they never shared a special bond and also, the fact that he blackmailed Kurt and wanted to cause grief to Kurt and to his son was enough to hate the man.
So no, he didn't and never will shed a tear about the new that he wasn't his father. What hurt him the most is the fact that Maggie kept it to herself for so long and maybe, if he knew the truth sooner, he will have been different; everything could be different.
It was, once again, silent in the bedroom. Neither of them complained, until Kurt started kissing Blaine's cheek and neck tenderly. Blaine didn't think anything of it, and let his boyfriend gave him some sort of comfort, until he felt Kurt's tongue giving him small licks up and down his jawline.
''K-Kurt,'' he stuttered because it felt good. They already did that on multiple occasions and it always felt heavenly. This time, though, things were going further. In a bolt move, Kurt placed his hand on Blaine's zipper. Blaine gasped out loud. They did blowjobs and hand jobs more times they should count, but now, Blaine always made sure it was in the privacy of their bedrooms because he didn't want to get caught again by his charming sister. Only this time, when Kurt looked at him with uncertainty, he knew something wasn't the same. Usually, Kurt had more and more control and confidence with each private moment, but now, he looked different.
''Hey, what's wrong?'' Blaine asked as he stroked Kurt's cheek.
''I…'' he gulped. ''I want to go all the way,'' he murmured as a blush appeared on his cheeks and neck. Blaine froze. It wasn't the thing he was expected to hear from Kurt, not that Blaine didn't want that – good lord he wanted that so bad, but it just surprised him. His silence might be a little too long, because Kurt quickly said: ''B-but maybe it's not the time. I mean, with the news and all, but I just want to let you know that I was planning –kind of- to do it with you at the end of our date, but…''
''I want that, too,'' Blaine said softly.
''…Really?'' Kurt asked breathlessly. Blaine nodded and smiled slightly at him.
''You had plan this?'' Kurt bowed his head with a cute little blush.
''I thought it was an appropriate occasion, but with Maggie, I didn't know but…''
''But I want to do this, Kurt. I wait for you to be ready, I didn't want to push you.''
''But you're not doing this because your emotions are all over the place, are you?'' Kurt asked in a small voice that made Blaine's heart ached.
''No.'' He simply answered as he leaned forward and placed a delicate kiss to Kurt's lips.
-X-
After a few kisses and when Kurt gave the silent okay to go further –as Blaine said, no push, no rush, your command, Kurt stripped Blaine from his shirt with trembling hands. He saw Blaine's naked chest many times before, but that night, it felt different. He caressed the smooth surface of his tan skin, touching his muscles; he had broad shoulders and was well built.
''I-I bought some necessary things,'' he mumbled as he jumped out of the bed in record time and came back with his bag. He was a nervous-wreck and Blaine could see it if the way he fidgeted and the way he almost runs to reach his bag near the door was any indication. ''S-so, I have strawberry-flavored, chocolate-banana-flavored, spicy, minty, different colors from black to pink, but I think orange is a turn off for me. There is this thing, too, that glows in the dark. When I was in town with Mercedes, she almost made me buy the entire store,'' when he stopped and looked at Blaine's surprise face, his face reddened. ''I'm sorry, when I'm nervous, I tend to ramble.''
''Well, it seems she made you buy the entire store,'' then he laughed, but it wasn't to make fun of Kurt like he anticipated; it was genuine and when he looked at him, he realized that he spent all day worrying about this night. ''Here,'' he reached for one of the condom. ''This one is slicker. So even with the lube, it's more enjoyable for someone who never did this,'' he said softly, trying to say this stuff as calmly as possible to make Kurt believed that he stressed for nothing; not that he had something to hide. Sex was enjoyable, and that was what he wanted to show Kurt. It wasn't something to stress over, but to relax.
It was now Blaine's turn to strip Kurt from his shirt and in less than 30 seconds, they were all naked. The room was only lightened by a dim light and the pale moonlight reflected the entire room and formed a sort of blue aura. It was so stupidly romantic that Blaine would've laughed if you'd say he'd be in this position a few months ago, saying: No way in hell. Well, now, he was in heaven. He never anticipated or get so excited over sex because this time, it wasn't meaningless; this time, it meant something to him and his partner.
He pushed Kurt lightly to lie on the bed. His breath stuttered but the reassuring hand on his cheek relaxed him.
''I love you, you know that, right?'' Blaine asked gently inches away from Kurt's face and the latter closed his eyes, savouring Blaine's warm breath against his lips. They were so close that when Kurt reopened his eyes, he could see the golden flecks in the honey-colored eyes of his boyfriend and the love, the kindness, and adoration he could see in those warm pools made him smile.
''I love you too,'' he said at last. Blaine proceeded to kiss Kurt's neck tenderly then his collarbones and stomach and hipbones. He never thought in a million years that he'd be so willing to satisfy a guy. During his wild years, the boys pleased him and sometimes, and if he had to please another man, it was because he gave him one hell of a blow job. But now, he actually wanted to please Kurt. He wanted him to feel good; more than anything and more than his own pleasing. It was unsettling to see what a young man could magically, in the space of a few months, changed a man so drastically.
The quiet moans that Blaine could hear encourage him to go further. He looked up behind his long lashes and saw Kurt's head thrown back on the pillow, so he could only see his elegant and pale neck and the line of his jaw. He touched himself as he kissed Kurt's thigh and at that point, he was a shivering mess. He licked his way up and let a trail of saliva on Kurt's chest and he didn't care. Kurt's eyes were now wide open and he could feel Blaine's erection pressed against his belly.
''Blaine…'' he murmured as he closed his eyes tightly. It was like he was in another dimension. He never felt like that before, not even when they were only given blow jobs, because now, he knew what was coming. He could feel it when he heard the condom wrapper being ripped. He felt Blaine between his legs and that was when he decided to open his eyes and looked up at Blaine. He could see he was excited, but he was also worried.
''Baby, are you okay?'' he asked.
''I'm fine,'' Kurt smiled. ''Mm… do-do you want me to…'' he was blushing. He groaned to himself. Would it be always like that? The awkwardness, the blushing, the stutters? He lifted himself up and leaned forwards to touch Blaine's penis with his mouth and before Blaine could stop him, he began to kiss the tip and Blaine groaned. In his haste to please his lover, Blaine forgot about himself, which was a first for him. When he felt Kurt's warm mouth around his throbbing member, he relaxed and let Kurt pleased him, because making love worked both ways, right? Well, for Blaine, it was a first and he liked it.
He pushed Kurt lightly, not wanting to cum just yet and encouraged him to lie on the bed and he spread Kurt's legs. He put the condom on, still looking at Kurt for any indication that he should stop. He saw none. They saw each other multiple times, but it was the first time they saw each other in that way and they were both an emotional mess; Kurt never thought it would happen to him –fallen in love, or being intimate with another man because that was what he learnt from bullies in high school and he kind of give up on love, and Blaine never thought in a million years that he'd sleep with a man he loves. To put it simple; it was kind of a big deal – for both of them and for different reasons.
''It might hurt a little bit at first,'' Blaine murmured, making sure to tell his lover everything he had to know to prepare him. The first time can be nerve-wracking. He took his penis in his hand and guide it to Kurt's hole that he made sure was well prepared to receive him. Kurt was tense under him; he could feel his muscles retracted and his breath stuttered. ''You need to relax,'' he said.
''I'm okay,'' he said at last. ''You can go in,'' he said shakily. Blaine's worries were still there though, but he went inside very slowly, ignoring the way Kurt tense or grip his arms tightly, because Kurt didn't want him to stop. He could finally breathe again as he heard Kurt's quiet moans. Blaine built a rhythm with Kurt, going faster and the groans going louder and louder. It was paradise on earth; it was everything Kurt could possibly imagine about having sex.
Blaine could see Kurt groaning under him, their sweaty bodies moving together, he could hear the bed hitting the wall, but he couldn't care less. He saw Kurt's griping the white sheets and it was a big turn on for him. He looked down and saw his penis going in and out of Kurt, shiny because of the lube and the sweat. He never enjoyed a more pleasurable sex moment in his entire life.
''Blaine…'' he went to touch his penis, but Blaine beat him to it. He stroke Kurt a few times. ''I'm coming, Blaine. I'm coming,'' he groaned, throwing his head on the pillow. It was all it took for Blaine to cum inside the condom and for Kurt to cum in long strikes on Blaine's stomach.
They were now exhausted, but neither of them ever felt more alive.
-X-
The next morning, Kurt woke up and looked around with half lid eyes, until he realized he didn't recognize the room. Then, all came crashing down and he remembered the amazing night he had with his boyfriend. He couldn't be happier; everything was finally right for him. But now, as he remembered the good and, might he say, pleasurable memories, he also remembered the sadder news and he looked at the sleeping man besides him and felt bad for him. Yes, his father was an ass, but it was still his father figure; he always thought he came from him; blood and flesh. And now, who was he, really?
Kurt decided, resolutely, that he would help Blaine in this hard moment of his life; he was there for him, he loved him and gave him everything he couldn't possibly asked when he flee to Europe and he gave him the most memorable months of his life. Now, it was his turn to help him overcome those upsetting news.
''You think too loud,'' a raspy and sleepy voice said. Kurt smiled a little and felt a blush covering his face. He thought Blaine was asleep, well maybe not.
''How are you feeling?'' Kurt asked and the quiet murmur of his voice told Blaine that it wasn't about the sex last night, but rather the news his mother kindly said to him. Blaine groaned and closed his eyes tightly.
''I've just had the best sex of my life,'' he said and Kurt couldn't help but have a bashful smile even though Blaine couldn't see it because his eyes were closed. ''And you want to talk about this god damn news?'' he asked incredulously, open one eye to look at Kurt.
''Well… yeah?'' Kurt asked shyly. It wasn't the thing to say? He wanted to show his support, but Blaine rejected it? Blaine reached out his hand and clasped Kurt's. He looked at him tenderly.
''No… how are you feeling?'' To the implication of last night, Kurt blushed even more.
''It was great,'' he said bashfully. ''Amazing, actually.''
''It was more than amazing…'' Blaine said. He stood up; all in his glory like it wasn't embarrassing, so completely comfortable in his own skin. ''Come on,'' Kurt looked anywhere but him and Blaine frowned, until he realized he was fully naked. ''Oh, shit. Sorry,'' he hurried to dress in his clothes of last night quickly. ''You can look, now,''
''I… can I have a moment?'' Kurt asked shyly, holding the sheets tightly against his torso. Blaine nodded, amused by Kurt's shyness. He wasn't used to this sort of bashfulness, because when he slept with someone, they were never shy about the body of the other after they had sex. And for Blaine, he wasn't embarrassed about his birth suit and if he could, he'd wear it all day long. But of course, those days when he slept with every hot guy that crossed his paths in a country club, the hotels or the dance club were long gone and when he stepped out of the door, his hand banging a little on the door and he exhaled a content signed, closing his eyes, he was happy. He didn't regret those years, because for once, he loved that man he slept with.
Kurt cursed himself. He just had sex with him and now he was shy to show his body? You've never show it to anybody, while Blaine did it before. On multiple occasions, a small voice said in his head and as he got dress, he tried to block that annoying voice. It was true, Blaine did it before, so showing off his body like that wasn't a big deal for him; he had a life before him, lovers before him. He just hoped he's going to be enough for Blaine.
As he stepped out of the room, Blaine took his hand and led him to the front door.
''Come on,'' he said.
''Where are we going?'' Kurt asked, looking distractedly to the kitchen because he was hungry.
''I want to change, and I'm sure you want to, so I need to go to the hotel. We're going to do this as quickly as possible… then, fancy having a breakfast in town?'' Kurt looked at him as he led the way to the first floor of the luxurious building where Santana was living.
''You can't avoid them, you know,'' Kurt said quietly. ''You can't avoid her,''
''Kurt, please,'' he said in a murmur. They were walking quickly, holding hands. Blaine stole black sunglasses from Santana and had a black beanie, also stolen from Santana. It gave him a great look; more relax and his face was half hidden, so it was right for people who might recognized him. He wasn't in the mood and he was in a hurry so he dragged Kurt as quickly as he could through the city. Kurt called a cab, realizing that Blaine's chauffeur dropped them off last night.
Once in the car, he couldn't help but giggle at the disgust look on Blaine's face.
''First time in a cab?'' he asked.
''Actually, no. Second. My last time was when I was in Morocco and my dad opened a hotel in Casablanca… funny, right? Anyways, my mom wanted to try a cab when I was with her and Christian… it wasn't fun, at all. And it was dirty.'' Kurt rolled his eyes at that. They soon arrived at the grand hotel and the splendid yellowed-colored castle in front of him gave Kurt a sense of serenity. His life started changing for the better in this very place.
''Let's go,'' Blaine said, hopping off the vehicle, giving the driver a 100 bills. His eyes grew wide and Kurt chastised him. ''What?'' he asked as they made their way to the hotel.
''You gave him a bill of 100,'' Kurt said in disbelief.
''So?'' Blaine said with a smirk. ''You're cute. Sometimes, you forget who I am,'' he teased as he nudged his boyfriend with his shoulders. The doorman took off his hat and gave them a little shake of the head, acknowledging their presence.
''Mr. Anderson,'' he greeted. Blaine let Kurt enter first, griping his waist gently. Everything was normal and in place with the receptionists greeting the people, but loud voices was heard from the restaurant. Blaine frowned, because he knew that voices that loud could only be heard at dinner time and now, it was only around 9am. Kurt fallowed his boyfriend until they reached the restaurant and once they both entered the place, Kurt gasped, and Blaine's frown was even deeper with astonishment and curiosity.
The whole room was occupied by men and women from various ages, they look aghast and hopeless. Some of them had dogs with them. Some had long and washed-out overcoats, even though it was still the summer, but it was to keep them warm at night, Kurt thought. Some were unshaved and tattooed, but Kurt knew their looks; lost, feared to be judge by who they are but didn't really care at this moment because people already judged them.
They were all chatting with the people next to them around the tables that usually served the most sophisticated, well-mannered and wealthy people during lunch time. Blaine took Kurt's hand again and walked to the kitchen where he could clearly hear chatters and dishes behind the closed doors.
Once they entered, people were busy cooking and Santana shouted instruction as usual. ''What's going on?'' Blaine said rather loudly to be heard above the noise. Santana turned around and greeted them with a snarky remark.
''Oh, lover birds grace us with their presences,'' she said.
''Nice to see you, too, Santana,'' Kurt replied. ''Now, who are these people?'' he asked.
''Homeless people,'' she simply said, shrugging and continued to chop some vegetables on the counter. She was so fast Blaine thought she was going to chop a finger off. ''The shelter into town we visited? It burnt during the night,'' she said.
''Oh my god,'' Kurt murmured.
''But now, we help them. The city's trying to find a new place for them, but for now, we keep them here. They are going to have rooms and foods.'' Blaine arched an eyebrow and Kurt gaped at her.
''San…'' Blaine began. ''Are you sure? I mean…''
''I know what you mean,'' she said, still not looking at them and putting the vegetables in a big casserole. ''Charles hasn't a say in it.''
''Really? Who agreed to help those people? This person is fantastic!'' Kurt squeaked and Santana couldn't help but smirk at his enthusiasm. She knew how much he wanted to help those people living on the streets, so she was happy to see him like that.
''I did,'' announced a voice from the doorway. The two men turned around and Maggie was there, holding a tray with various ingredients in them. She smiled at them the same way as before, like nothing happened yesterday. ''Hi darlings,'' she said as she kissed Kurt's cheek and Blaine's. ''Last night, I was into town to, you know… clear my head a little bit,'' she said without looking directly at Blaine. ''Then, I saw the flames. I went there to see what's going on and when I was informed that those people hadn't nowhere to go, I needed to help somehow.''
''And you did the right decision,'' Kurt assured her with a smile.
''Does da.. does Charles knows?'' Blaine quietly asked.
''Yes. He's not happy, but this is my decision and he doesn't get a say in this. Your brothers and sister are not happy, too,'' she said sadly and Blaine couldn't stand the sadness in her gorgeous eyes. If his own family couldn't do one good action in all of their existence, so be it. It made him disgusted to share, now, half of their DNA, but you don't choose your parents, or your siblings.
''Well, what do you need us to do?'' he asked and Kurt gave him a beautiful smile that could enlighten the whole room. Maggie beamed at them. ''Everybody's helping. In their own way,'' she added as she looked sideways to the restaurant. Kurt could see Mercedes surrounded by the homeless people around a table in the restaurant and he could see her moving her lips as she sang to them; to appease them, to help them forget their misery for a moment.
''Yeah, everyone helps,'' Puck said behind them groggily.
''Puck? What are you doing here?'' Kurt asked, surprised to see his friend in the kitchen.
''Santana dragged me down here at freaking 5am, saying she needed extra hands. When she said it, I thought of other things…'' he said with a bemused look. ''Anyways, that's crap what's happening to them,'' he said. Kurt nodded sadly.
''Let's get to work, then,'' he said, taking the nearest knife and unlike the others that Santana bossed around, he let him work alone. She knew he was going to make desserts, something she hadn't the time to do and there's nothing like bakeries to keep a spirit up.
-X-
Kurt enjoyed his time in the kitchen; everyone helped each other. He never saw Maggie working before and he really appreciated her help and what she did for those people in need of a roof above their heads and food. And Kurt made it his mission to give them the same treatment then the inhabitant of the palace; good food and good service. He was just worried that after that, those people will leave and come back to their poor existence, like tasting what the good life really tasted like.
But he wanted to surprise them and Santana thought the same, if the succulent jambon à l'érable (maple ham), a French Canadian classic, poulet à l'orange or her famous crab, lemon and asparagus pasta. But that was for tonight and Maggie, Puck and Blaine, under strict instructions from Santana, did the sandwiches and soups for lunch; a light, but delicious way to get through the afternoon.
Once the lunch was ready, Santana gave Blaine and Puck the job to serve it. Kurt, doing his job at the desert counter, couldn't help but looked by the door's window and saw Blaine being the kindest and patient man he changed into. His eyes softened at the sight of Blaine tapping on a guy's shoulder and taking his time to talk to those people.
''I've never thought I'd see the day Blaine Anderson would change.'' Santana said from her counter.
''I'm proud of it,'' Kurt announced. ''I'd never believed I could fall so hard and so fast for someone before.'' Kurt replied. ''I guess he's the exception,'' he shrugged.
''No,'' Santana murmured. ''You're the exception,'' She then looked at the other cooks. ''Ok guys, move it!'' she yelled.
Everybody enjoyed themselves. They practically devoured their Passatelli soup and their club sandwiches. Santana finally took a break and went to the dining room, seeing everyone eating what she chose to make for them; no food overly complicated that they could just enjoy. It was quite early, and even though not a lot of people came to the restaurant for lunch, preferring to go into town, she preferred if they could eat alone without eyes peering on them all the time.
Kurt never saw Santana serving someone like that; she wasn't cold, she had time to really sit with them and talked to them and laughed at some jokes. Kurt was at a few tables away from her and Blaine went behind him. ''Never see Santana so carefree, before?'' he asked.
''Not with the people she served food to, no,'' he said.
''You should know by now, but Santana has a distaste for rich people,'' Blaine simply said.
''Oh, I know that alright,''
''So she enjoyed her time with real people. At least, those people appreciate what's in front of them, instead of complaining about food that is heavenly good, but they just feel the need to complain because they can,'' Kurt nodded slowly; it was true.
''Alright, now, give me a kiss,'' Blaine ordered teasingly.
''Your desire is my command,'' Kurt replied. Blaine captured Kurt's lips and his hands cupped his cheeks. Kurt giggled between two kisses.
''What?'' Blaine said with a smile.
''Nothing. I'm just so happy… and I'm just so proud of who you are right now,'' he said. ''Look at these people, Blaine. You make them happy,'' he concluded, waving at the crowd sitting. Some listened to Mercedes singing a soft song, while others chatted amicably with each other. They were all smiling, even though they all lost their home.
With a last kiss to the cheek and a little slap on the bottom, which Kurt blushed like crazy but Blaine found adorable anyways, they parted to continue their job.
A few minutes later, Blaine's brothers were outside of the restaurant, arms crossed with a frown upon their faces as they watched their little brother coming to a table to another, a smile as large as his face. Christian shook his head. ''This is bullshit,'' he said. Just like if Blaine heard his brother, his head turned in their direction and his smile vanished, leaving a frown upon his soft features and walked straight to them.
He didn't say anything; he hadn't a chance to. ''Dad is mad,'' Patrick simply said and his calm unsettled Blaine.
''I know,'' he retorted. ''But we are doing nothing wrong,'' he said in defence of his actions.
''Yeah well, we disapprove,'' Christian said. ''This is an renown hotel, Blaine. Not a camp of refugee. We're going to own this place once the old man retired, do you want to see our empire go to dust?'' he asked. Blaine merely rolled his eyes at that.
''You can keep your empire, and as for those people, they're not refugees. They're just not as lucky as you idiots to just do nothing all day and except that everything is going your way!''
''What are we going to say to the people who's going to be here for diner this evening?'' Daniel said in a harsh tone.
''Oh, I don't know and I don't care. I think they can eat for a night or two with them, or maybe they're afraid they will catch a disgusting disease or ruined their beautiful gowns.'' Blaine sneered.
''And you help them! But you're better than that!'' Patrick shouted and it soon escaladed to a point where everyone in the dining room were looking at their direction.
''I'd rather help those unfortunate souls than being as useless and pathetic as you are!'' Blaine yelled.
''You little brat…'' Christian went to punch Blaine, but instead, his hand made contact with a softer flesh, a paler skin and the little cry was not the deep voice he was used to hear from his little brother. His hand had blood on it.
''Kurt!'' Blaine cried out and fell unto his knees. Kurt was on the floor, touching his tender skin. ''Oh my god, Kurt,'' Blaine said. ''Let me see, let me see,''
''My lip is bleeding,'' he moaned. Blaine looked up at his brothers and shouted dagger at them.
''You bastard!''
''He was in the way!'' Christian went to protest.
''Christian!'' Maggie chastised her son. She was there, just like several people in the restaurant and Santana. Maggie looked at Christian with disappointment in her eyes. ''I think you and your brothers should go, now.''
''I didn't want to punch him. The little slut was in the way!''
''And it explained the fact that you wanted to punch your own brother?''
''He deserved it,'' he said.
''Because you are a dickhead and said some shitty stuff to him as usual, now if you don't go, I'll bring my knife and cut off your useless balls.'' Santana threated. The three brothers shouted daggers at Blaine who was now cradled Kurt's face in his hands and the people surrounded the couple protectively. They had enough of Kurt, oh, they had enough of him! Since he arrived, he only brought the people against them. And it must stop.
''One more thing,'' Puck said behind them when they were at a far distance of the restaurant. Christian turned around with an air of superiority, his brothers mimicking his movements. Puck pushed Christian violently against the nearest wall and the brunet gasped. ''Next time you say that my boy's a slut, I'm going to shove a fucking burnin' hair straightener up into your ass and let's see how you like it deep,'' he growled. Then, he looked at Patrick and Daniel. ''That goes for both of you as well.''
With a last look, he said in a disgusting voice. ''I can't believe Blaine is related to you,''
''Oh, trust me; he did and still does some bad stuff. He's no angel and you'll soon find out.'' Patrick sneered, but Puck had already left.
-XX-
College has started again and time is stolen from me, so I don't have enough time to edit my fic. I usually take the time to read it several times, but, well... I don't have the time, nor the energy. I hope it wasn't too shabby.
I recently read some... news concerning the sixth season. (I made myself promise NOT to look at the gossips on shows anymore) I don't know if it's all decided yet, but from what I've learn, I'm not too happy about it. The whole Blaine and Karofsky thing is laughable. It's obvious that Klaine is endgame, but is it so hard to make good storylines without breaking up couples every 5 minutes? I don't want to brag, but I do believe that Glee could use some creativity. A break-up, drama couple? -How original.
Sometimes, I read a fanfic and I'm just blown away by the talent and originality and it looks realistic enough to be on the show. Chris Colfer needs to write more episodes, to give something different! Anyways; this is my little rent. Maybe it is just speculation, but returning to Lima as failures and Blaine running in the arms if his ex? fiancé's bully, it sounds meh. Oh, well. We'll see! A Klaine wedding is a must before we say goodbyes to such lovable characters.
Your thoughts on the matter? If you didn't know the gossips, sorry! Now, be angry in the comments. :D