A/N:
I apologize for the wait. I suck. No, writers block sucks. You have no idea how long it took me to write this chapter!
Thank you so much for the response guys! I actually didn't think anyone would read this, but I guess I was wrong. You are all so awesome, never forget that!
(And on a completely unrelated note, I'm writing this chapter while wearing my awesome purple "I'm a Gleek" shirt. I love my sister for buying me this!)
Anyway, happy reading :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Yeah I have nothing clever to say this time. Give me a few more days; I'll make a new one.
"Leave. Me. Alone!" Kurt choked out, already frozen in fear.
"Kurt, who is it?" Blaine said, looking concerned. The person hung up. Kurt lowered the phone shakily. He just shook his head, too shocked to cry. Blaine sat back down and wrapped his arms around Kurt's small frame. Kurt leant into him immediately and hugged him back. David sat on the other side of Kurt, with an arm around his shoulders and Wes and Hayley sat in front of them.
"What happened?" Wes asked. Kurt shook his head again. He hasn't told anyone about these messages. Not even Mercedes or Finn or even his Dad. He was certain they would go away, but…
"Kurt… If someone is bothering you, you can tell us. That's the whole point of the WAD-Crew. We're your family now, alright?" David said.
"He's right. Besides, I am an Asian Chuck Norris. I can kick ass," Wes said with a triumphant smile. Kurt actually laughed.
"Wes, I've seen you trip over your own two feet. The only thing you'll be kicking is the floor," Kurt said. They all laughed, while Wes mocked being offended.
"You sure you're alright, dude?" Hayley asked, actually looking concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just overreacting I guess."
"You wanna talk about it?" Wes asked.
"Not now. I don't think I can now."
"Just tell us when, Kurtsie dear, and we'll be right here, ready to sharpen our various weapons of choice," David said with a wink. Kurt rolled his eyes, and gently shoved David.
"'Kurtsie'? Really, David?" He asked with a bemused expression.
"Yes. I have now christened you as 'Kurtsie' and that will never change." Kurt rolled his eyes, but still smiled.
"I know what'll make everyone feel better!" Wes said suddenly.
"If you say Mario Kart, I may just have to kill you," Kurt said.
"Nooo, I wasn't. I was going to say that I think it's time for Pirates of the Caribbean!" He exclaimed, going over to Blaine's DVD collection. Hayley and David went over to help him find them (because Blaine's movie collection was large and also ridiculous).
Blaine laughed at his friends, and made no move to remove his arm from Kurt's waist. Not that he was complaining.
"You feeling better?" Blaine asked softly.
"Yeah, I am."
"Was it Karofsky?" Blaine asked, and Kurt shot up and stared at Blaine, his eyes wide. "You don't have to say anything. Just know that if whatever he's doing is seriously bothering you, let me know and then we can sort him out together. You're not going to be alone when you confront him this time, alright?" Kurt smiled.
"Thank you." Blaine shifted so his legs were resting on the coffee table. He looked over at Kurt.
"Get back here," He said, smirking. "You may want to get comfortable because, knowing David and his unhealthy obsession with all things Johnny Depp, we'll most probably watch all three Pirates movies in a row. And if we even think about stopping he'll throw a fucking tantrum. Trust me." They looked over to the TV, where David was arguing with Wes (who only wanted to watch the second one) and Hayley (who wanted to watch Harry Potter).
Kurt rolled his eyes and laid down on the couch, resting his head against Blaine's chest, who in turn, wrapped his arms around Kurt.
"Are you sure he's straight? I mean, first his whole infatuation with Wes, and now a Johnny Depp obsession?" Kurt asked.
"Hey, I heard that. And yes, I am very straight, but come on. It's Johnny fucking Depp. Can you blame me?"
"And just because David and I have the most epic bromance ever doesn't mean you guys get to be jealous," Wes said, sitting on the other couch next to David. Kurt and Blaine laughed at their friends and settled down as Hayley put the movie in. She looked at the two occupied couches.
"Wow. Forever alone much? Oh well, I call Wes's bed!" She announced, jumping on it. She landed on a heap of papers, which she picked up from underneath her. One was a French test, which Wes had gotten a D.
"Wes, you got a D in French?" She asked in amazement.
"Obviously I did, now can you put those away please?" He answered.
"Wow, tu es vraiment un idiot. Vous vous rendez compte que je parle couramment le français et pourrait très facilement votre tuteur si vous en avez besoin," She said, shaking her head at her friend.
(Wow, you really are an idiot. You do realize I'm fluent in French and could quite easily tutor you if you need it.)
Kurt looked at her in amazement.
"Vous parlez français?" He asked, and Blaine almost choked on the water he was drinking.
(You speak French?)
"J'ai appris depuis que j'ai été sept ans."
(I've been learning since I was seven.)
"Quelle est avec lui?" Kurt asked, patting Blaine's back as he continued to choke.
(What's with him?)
"Eh bien, il ressemble à notre Blaine plus il a un coude homme français," Hayley said laughing.
(Well, it looks like our Blaine over there has a French man kink.)
Now it was Kurt's turn to practically spit his water out. Wes, David and Blaine looked between Hayley and Kurt with confused looks on their faces.
"Vous le pensez vraiment? Oh mon dieu, c'est hilarant!" Kurt exclaimed.
(You really think so? Oh god, that's hilarious!)
"Essayez-le. Rien dire en français et je parie qu'il va s'enflammer spontanément et meurent." Hayley said with a mischievous look in her eye. He recognized that very look on Wes and David most days, so that must be where she got it from.
(Try it. Say anything and I bet he will spontaneously combust and die.)
Kurt turned to Blaine; thinking of what he could possibly say to test out Hayley's little theory.
"Donc, Blaine, vous avez un truc pour les Français? Heureusement pour vous, je suis très instruit en toutes choses liées Paris," Kurt said, trying his best to make it sound as seductive as possible.
(So Blaine, you have a thing for French men? Lucky for you I am very educated in all things Paris related.)
"I- Gah," Was all Blaine could say, and Hayley actually rolled off the bed because she was laughing so hard. Wes and David had caught onto what Hayley and Kurt were doing at this point, and were laughing as well.
"SSSSHHHHHHHHHH! IT'S STARTING!" David all but shrieked as the opening credits of the movie came on. Kurt rolled his eyes, but settled down back in Blaine's arms again to watch the movie.
"That wasn't very nice, you know," Blaine whispered, sending shivers down Kurt's spine. He glanced up to find the other boy smirking at him.
"What? I was talking to Hayley," Kurt said as innocently as he could manage.
"Are you going to tell me what you were saying?"
It was Kurt's turn to smirk as he moved his lips to Blaine's ear and whispered:
"Vous souhaitez."
(You wish.)
Blaine shivered involuntarily as he stared at his best friend. He was trying to tell himself to snap out of it because Kurt was obviously upset and was going through something but he looked so beautiful that night and he was speaking French in that French accent and just wow. He had to tell him.
"Kurt… I-"
"Could the two love birds over there please shut the fuck up! Its Johnny time, not your time," David said. Blaine groaned.
"Hey David, fuck you."
"Hey Blaine, be quiet or my piece of blackmail cough dream cough will come out again," David said with an evil grin.
"That's my blackmail!" Wes complained.
"Wait, what blackmail are you guys talking about? Wesley, what haven't you told me?" Hayley asked.
"Don't you dare, Wes!" Blaine exclaimed.
"I'll text it to you, Hails," Wes said, pulling out his phone.
"Thanks babe," Hayley answered, and Wes blushed and smiled goofily. Blaine rolled his eyes and Wes's reaction. I think he forgot Hayley calls everyone babe, Blaine thought, but decided not to tell him and let Wes have his moment.
"Ok seriously guys, you interrupt Johnny Depp one more time and you will all feel my wrath. You guys seem to forget I am black. I know how to cut a bitch," David said angrily. Kurt covered his mouth with his hand to keep himself from laughing. He really needed to introduce David to Mercedes. They really had a lot in common.
Hayley's phone buzzed as she read about the blackmail, and she started to laugh, but buried her head in Wes's pillow to stop herself when she saw David's glare.
"I'll make you a deal. You tell me what their blackmail is, and I'll tell you what I was saying," Kurt whispered as quietly as he could manage. Blaine smiled.
"Deal. But not now though. I'm pretty sure David is about three seconds away from killing us all," Blaine said back. Kurt looked over to David who was staring intently at the TV, and tried not to laugh again as he allowed Blaine to gently pull him back into his arms.
Yes, Kurt thought as he snuggled against Blaine's chest. I could get used to this.
Not sure how I feel about this chapter, but I suppose it shall have to do. I'm hoping to have chapter seven out as soon as possible, so I don't ditch you guys again.
Also, to anyone who spots errors in the French I use in this chapter, I don't speak the language myself, so I used Google Translate and we all know how reliable that is. So if there are any errors, I'm sorry, and it would be awesome if you guys could let me know!
Anyway, review if you wish (although it would be lovely if you did!) and I'll try not to keep you waiting for long next time!
Thanks for reading!
- Lily xx