Asian F
Kurt and Blaine practiced side-by-side at Booty Camp, thinking their own thoughts as they went through the simple dance moves.
Granted, most of those thoughts were about each other.
In the back of his mind, Kurt was wondering where Mercedes was. They had been best friends once, though they'd been drifting apart lately. No, they'd been drifting apart for almost a year now, since Kurt met Blaine.
Kurt felt like a terrible person when he remembered that time. He had been essentially abandoning his best friend, just for the boy he'd had a crush on.
As Kurt reminisced, Mercedes rushed into the room. Kurt tried not to eavesdrop on her and Mr. Schue talking, but it was too much to resist.
He got dangerously close to laughing when Mercedes used the alarm-clock excuse. Kurt was the one who had told Mercedes that, after he'd found it on the Internet.
Mike started catching Mercedes up on the moves, but after a few steps, she bent over the trashcan, holding her stomach.
Kurt and Blaine shared a worried glance, edging a little closer.
Mercedes was defensive and angry when Mr. Schue scolded her, and even more so when Santana joined in.
Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear. "What happened to Mercedes?"
The taller boy shrugged a little, confused.
The next day, they revisited the issue.
"You don't think Mercedes is pregnant, do you?"
Kurt shut his locker. "What?"
"Think about it. She's feeling sick, she showed up late to Booty Camp, she's angry at everyone... it fits!"
"I don't know... I just can't see Mercedes having a teen pregnancy."
"Well, no one thought Quinn could possibly get pregnant, right?"
Kurt patted Blaine's shoulder in a loving gesture.
The boys couldn't help but notice the hateful stares that even that minimal contact had triggered.
"It's okay," Kurt told Blaine in a low voice. "Everything's okay."
He was wrong.
Seconds later, two burly hockey players slushied Kurt and Blaine, laughing and high-fiving.
"Quit breathing my air, lady-boys!"
Kurt barely noticed the burning in his eyes or the liquid dripping all over his skin, he was used to it. He was much more worried about Blaine, who had never been slushied before.
Blaine was in a bad state. He had been hit with a cherry slushie, the most painful of them all. Blaine was blinking rapidly, tears mixing with the slushie on his face.
"Come on, sweetheart," Kurt told Blaine, taking his hand and pulling him down the hall in search of a bathroom.
The first bathroom Kurt found was a girls' bathroom, but he paid little attention to the sign.
A freshman girl who had been touching up her makeup turned around. "You can't be in here! This is a girls' bathroom!"
"It's kind of an emergency," Kurt hissed, leading Blaine to a sink. "Lean over, honey," he whispered in Blaine's ear. "I need your head in the sink so I can wash the slushie out."
As he bent over, Blaine spoke for the first time since being slushied. "But... what about you? They- they got you too."
"I'm fine. I'm... well, I'm used to it. Come on, let me wash your hair."
Kurt turned on the tap, and it was quiet for a while as Kurt washed his boyfriend's hair. The gel made it difficult, making Blaine's hair even stickier. In the end, Kurt got all of the cherry liquid out, even at the cost of Blaine losing his hair gel.
"It's all gone from your hair, sweetie. Now, I need you to turn over so I can wash your face."
The shorter boy complied. It broke Kurt's heart to see Blaine like this, hurt and crying. However, at the same time, he couldn't help but love their closeness, the way that Blaine wasn't afraid to be vulnerable in front of him.
Kurt took some paper towels from the dispenser, gently wetting them and applying them to Blaine's face. He wiped the slushie and the tears away, whispering endearments to him.
"There you go, honey, it's almost gone now. I love you so much, you're being so strong. Don't cry, everything's okay."
When it was all gone, Kurt stroked Blaine's hair. "It's all gone now, darling. You can stand up."
Once Blaine had stood up, Kurt wrapped him in a hug. "It's okay now. I love you."
Blaine's heart felt like it was about to explode from all of the love. What had he done right to deserve someone as wonderful as Kurt? And because he couldn't resist it anymore, he planted a kiss on Kurt's lips. He wanted to give Kurt more, but then he remembered something.
"Kurt... you're still covered in slushie."
Clearly Kurt had forgotten too, because he looked surprised, raising a hand to touch his own face. "Oh! It's all right, I'll deal with it."
"No," Blaine told him. "I want to help you like you did for me. After all, we're a relationship of equals, right?"
Kurt smiled at the pure love shining in Blaine's eyes. "That's right."