Kurt and Blaine- Revelations
Chapter Two
B.P.O.V- I don't think I have ever felt so happy in my life. Kurt Hummel is mine, my boyfriend. At first I had never noticed Kurt, he was just another person at McKinley high school. The only people that mattered were the football team. Then I did notice Kurt, and even though I wanted nothing more than to be friends with him, I had to resort to pushing him into lockers and throwing slushies in his face. The truth is, I'm scared of what will happen to me if they ever find out the truth. I'm proud to have Kurt, more than proud. Telling the truth is terrifying, but it's got to be done, both for myself, and for Kurt's sake. I can't wait any longer, and I have a day to think of a plan.
I pull into my driveway and see my parents are home. When I walk in the house, my mom is waiting up, smiling.
"How'd it go sweetie?"
"It was amazing, he's amazing. I like him a lot. Although mom, I do have a problem that I need to talk to you about.
"Just me? Or your father too?"
I think it's a good idea for you both to be here."
I wait quietly for her to return with my dad. They take seats and prepare to listen.
"As both of you know, I'm dating Kurt. You also know who my friends are, the consequences of me being on the football team. There's a problem. None of them know that I'm gay, let alone dating Kurt. Let's just say that they wouldn't take it well if they did. I don't want to hide my relationship, but I'm scared."
"What exactly are you scared of?" My dad asks.
"My position in the football team, and how I would get treated if they knew. You two have been so accepting, but I'm afraid the others wont be the same."
"Blaine. You are my son. I have accepted you, and so has your mother. I don't think that it should matter what anyone else thinks. These people aren't your friends, and you know that. Be proud of whom you are, and if anything happens I'll be sure to sort it out."
I have a lump rising in my throat just thinking about it, but thinking about it is not something that I can avoid
"Thank you so much mom, dad. Goodnight." I dash to my room, feeling a small-scale panic attack working its way to me. I pick up the phone and call the one person that I think can help.
"Kurt..."
"Mmmhmm?"
"I have to tell the team. Well. Show."
"Are you crazy? No Blaine, forget it."
"Kurt. It's about time people knew, I don't want to hide us."
"Please don't get hurt for me."
"It's for both of us?"
"I thought you wanted to wait."
"I can't put this off any longer."
"You're not going to give up, are you?"
"Never."
Kurt sighs and takes a deep breath.
"Fine. What's the plan?"
K.P.O.V- I have a feeling that this plan is going to go terribly wrong, but if it's what Blaine needs to do then I'll go along with it. I go upstairs to talk to my dad, who is watching t.v
"Dad?" He looks at me.
"Yeah kid?"
"Can I talk to you?"
"Sure, go ahead," he mutes the t.v and turns to look at me again.
"How do you feel about me being gay?" he just stares at me, and then sighs.
"When you told me who you are I thought that I'd never get used to it, I didn't know how to react to it. But you are my son, and I love you regardless."
"What do you think mom would have been like?"
"Your mom knew. She tried to talk to me about it, but I didn't believe her. Your mom loved you, and she would have been proud of you."
"Thanks dad." I turn and start to walk back to my room.
"Hey, Kurt?"
"Yeah dad?"
"Is that Blaine kid your boyfriend?"
"Yeah he is," I smile.
"Well I'm glad you've found someone," he turns his attention back to the t.v.
The weekend seems to drag by painfully, but when Monday hits, I wish it could have been longer.
Oh shit, shit, shit. We are both in trouble, and by how much Blaine's hand is shaking I know he knows it. I give his hand what is supposed to be a reassuring squeeze, but I don't think anything will help now. As we walk down the hall to Blaine's class the whole football team's eyes are on us, Karofsky is glaring. I have never been so scared in my life, not just for me, but for Blaine too. We reach his class and I release his hand, and lean in for a hug.
"Blaine, breathe. You'll be fine. Well, neither of us will be... But... Oh, I'm not helping. I'm sorry." I kiss his cheek and practically run to math.
The day goes by without incident, but only because we are making our way to classes after the bell has rung. But now Blaine has football. I know I'll be safe in Glee, but Blaine is entering the very fires of hell. I can no longer pay attention to , and as soon as the bell signaling the end of lunch ring I sprint to Spanish. To my horror Blaine isn't waiting outside class like he said he would be, but Karofsky is.
"Your little faggot is in the nurses office, he sneers.
I run towards the nurse's office, but I'm herded by the football team, and dragged into an empty classroom. Karofsky enters the room just after me.
"So. You don't know what you just got yourself in to. I can't touch you, or I'll get expelled. But my teammates can, they can't expel everyone.
Karofsky finishes his gloating and I close my eyes, preparing for pain. I feel a hard blow to my eye, and mouth, but it's over before I thought it would be.
"You're lucky someone is coming to interrupt, but don't worry, we're not done with you." One of the boys I don't know gives me a threatening look and leaves.
finds me.
"Kurt! What happened? I heard yells from the classroom." Yells? I didn't think I had made any noise…
"I'm fine, I need to go to the nurses office."
"Kurt, I need to take you to the principal, he needs to know what happened."
"I need to see Blaine, no doubt he's worse than me."
"Okay, but I will take you."
Mr. Shuester leads me to the nurse's office, but much to my despair, Blaine isn't here.
"Uh, is Blaine Anderson okay? He's a friend of mine."
"I sent him home. He has a black eye, bloodied nose and I suspect a few broken ribs."
My mouth drops open, I can't breathe. I ignore the nurse as she tries to clean me up, and I turn and run towards the car park. Thank god my dad repaired my car. I drive at a speed that is definitely breaking the law, and pull up sharply in front of Blaine's house. I check myself before I leave the car, not wanting to make Blaine feel worse, but apart from a bad black eyes and a bleeding, split lip, I'm fine. I take a shaky breath and walk quickly to the front door. Blaine's mom answers the door.
"Are you Kurt?" My eyes widen, I hadn't expected her to know about me, I nod once.
"Blaine has told me all about you, he likes you a lot. I am sorry though, he doesn't want to see anyone."
I hate how she emphasizes the word anyone.
"Mrs. Anderson? Blaine is a very important person to me. I would appreciate if you made me an exception to the rule, and gave me some time with him."
"Well I'm glad he's finally found someone that cares for him as he cares for them." She steps aside and ushers me in.
"Thank you."
"Third door to the right."
B.P.O.V- I feel like I'm on fire, every breath I take is a sharp stab of pain. Three broken ribs, I suspect by the feel of it. I've been sitting on my bed for a good hour now, just thinking. I look up as my door starts to open.
"Mom please just—" I stop speaking as Kurt's head appears around the doorway. When I see him my heartbreaks. So they did get to him too…
"Blaine! Oh no!"
He rushes to my side and kneels in front of me, taking my face in his hands. I pull away and his face drops slightly.
"What happened?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Of course it matters."
"Fine. When I entered the locker room two of the boys grabbed my arms. Karofsky had fun taunting me, and verbally abusing me, but then he got tired of it and moved on to kicking the crap out of me instead. They went on to the field, leaving me bleeding and gasping for breath. Coach Beiste found me and took me to the nurses office, now I'm here."
"I'm so s—"
"Kurt. Don't dare apologize. This is my entire fault, I'm so sorry. I don't think that we should be together, it's bad for you, dangerous for you to be with me now. I did this to you look at your face. I can't do this to you.
Instead if the reaction I expected from him, like crying, Kurt turns a fiery shade of red, and starts yelling.
"Blaine Anderson! Are you stupid? This isn't just about me! It affects you too! I can't believe you are going to let some stupid immature school bullies come between us! I though you were stronger than that! They are going to hurt me anyway, and when I'm with you, they can't hurt me in a sense! But going through this alone? That's worse pain than a punch in the face. And I'll be damned if I let you punish both of us! .!"
Kurt looks livid, and my mouth is hanging open in shock.
"Kurt, I—"
"Shut up, Blaine."
He leans over and takes my mouth in his, wincing slightly at his cut lip. But when he gets over it he is kissing me with more passion than I though possible. His lips move against mine, slowly but roughly, giving me no time for breathing. I moan quietly and pull away with what self-restraint I have left. I have a feeling that seeing Kurt like this is more than a rare occurrence.
"Kurt, I'm sorry I though it would be best for you."
"Don't. I know that you meant well, but that is not how to fix things."
We lay down, holding hands and the days events start to crash down on me, and I start to fall asleep.
"But we have school tomorrow." I protest.
"Oh well, we'll come to that when we wake up."
I smile and cuddle into him, ignoring the protest from my ribs, and I drift off into a peaceful sleep.