A/N: Once again… I'm a bad person. Sorry this took so long to put up, I've had a pretty crappy week and it's been exhausting. Anyhow, here you are. I'll try to get the next chapter up by the end of the weekend, but I have a Thanksgiving dinner to prepare for with my dad, so I'm not sure… It may have to wait until Monday or Tuesday. Also, did you guys watch Glee tonight? I SOBBED. MY BABIES. Damn it Ryan, why can't it just be the Christmas episode now?! On the upside… WARBLERS NEXT EPISODE! WHOOP WHOOP! Okay… Enjoy! :D
Four days. That's how long it had been since Blaine and Kurt had spoken.
Blaine was still working for Burt, but he finally had his bike so he no longer needed rides from Kurt. Glee club had been awkward, and filled with tension. Most of the girls in glee were angry with Blaine and refused to speak to him, but the guys ignored the drama. Or at least they tried to until Thursday rolled around.
It was just after glee, and Blaine watched Kurt jump up from his seat and exit the room just like he had every glee meeting or class he and Blaine shared. He sighed and got up, grabbing his bag and looking around the room. Most of the girls had followed Kurt, save for Brittany and Santana who were leaving the room together with their pinkies latched between them, and Rachel who was next to Finn, chatting animatedly.
"Finn!" Blaine called, walking up to the teen, "Can I talk to you for a second?" He asked. Honestly, Finn did intimidate Blaine, at least, right now he did. Finn was very tall, and a football player, and Kurt's brother. Blaine had actually been surprised when Finn didn't punch his face in for hurting Kurt. He'd actually been pretty cool about everything, he didn't ask Blaine questions or guilt trip him like Mercedes, Rachel, and Tina had been doing all week.
Finn turned away from Rachel and nodded, "Sure dude. What's up?"
Blaine sent Rachel a pointed look making the girl huff and stomp away. Blaine rolled his eyes at the drama queen, and Finn laughed. Blaine bit his lip, "So, obviously Kurt and I are… not getting along very well right now," Finn nodded but didn't speak. Blaine continued, "And I feel like total shit," he confessed, "I hate it. I really messed up Finn. I don't want Kurt to hate me!"
"Woah. Blaine, calm down. It's fine! Kurt couldn't hate you, he's just pissed," Finn patted his shoulder.
"I know, that's why I have a plan," Blaine replied a mysterious glint in his eye.
"Hey Finn, Blaine," Sam said as he, Puck, Mike, and Artie joined the pair, "We still on for video games at your house, man?" He asked.
Finn nodded, "Yeah. Blaine and I were just talking. What were you saying, dude?"
Blaine looked at the guys faces nervously before mentally rolling his eyes at himself and replying, "I want to sing something to Kurt to show my…" He made a face, "Feelings," he finished lamely.
To his surprise, none of the guys laughed. Instead of laughing, they were staring at Blaine, surprised. Puck was the one to break the silence, "Wait, what?" He said, "Blaine Anderson has feelings?"
Blaine rolled his eyes as Puck chuckled at his own joke, "Shut it, Puckerman. I've fucked up a lot of stuff in my life, and despite my denial, I can't shake what I feel towards Kurt."
"I think that's really cool, "Artie spoke up, "I mean, isn't music one of the best ways to tell someone how you feel?" All the guys nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I agree with Artie. But, why did you tell me this?" Finn asked Blaine in confusion.
"Well, I want your help, or you know, maybe all of you guys could help out?" Blaine suggested, "I just need some backup vocals."
They all nodded, "Sure, Blaine. We'll help you out," Sam spoke for them.
Artie nodded, "You know, I'm surprised. When you first got here I thought you were just some dude who wanted to use Kurt. I thought you were gonna be a total asshole… But you're really not that bad," he smiled.
Blaine chuckled, "Don't think I've gone soft. I can still punch the shit out of all of you," Blaine replied, only half joking, and ran a hand through his dark chocolate curls.
"Why don't you come hang with us at Finn's house and we can discuss everything?" Puck suggested, "Kurt won't be there, he's going shopping with the girls," he shrugged.
Blaine thought for a moment, did Burt know Kurt was angry with him? He pushed the thought away and shrugged, "What the hell."
Friday flew past in a blur. School was just as awkward as ever. Classes with Kurt were tense and quiet, but Blaine had decided not to attempt speaking to him because that never went well. At lunch the two avoided each other as well, but the glee clubbers ignored it today, they had grown used to the awkward tension between the two boys this past week.
After discussing the song choice and ideas on Thursday, the boys decided they would practice on Friday and then part of the next week since most of the guys had plans over the weekend, so after school they all met up and drove to Blaine's house to spend a few hours rehearsing.
The boys were startled when the front door opened at four thirty that evening. Blaine, who had been singing at the time, looked up, his eyes meeting similar hazel green eyes. The man in the doorways had gelled down black hair, and dark skin tone like Blaine's as well but he was slightly taller. He wore a suit and tie, and shiny black shoes, giving the man a look of importance and a snobbish aura.
"Hi Father," Blaine said, holding back a sneer.
"Blaine," his father nodded, "And these gentlemen are?"
"My friends Sam, Mike, Artie, Puck, and Finn," he introduced them, pointing to each as he named them, "We were just rehearsing something for glee club."
Before his father could reply, a small, fragile woman entered through the door. She wore a bright smile, which crinkled her small nose up. Her eyes were a similar hazel green like Blaine's and his father's but her eyes held more brown while Blaine's father's eyes held more of a muck green, and Blaine's held more golden flecks. Her dark brown curls hung loosely over her shoulders and spilled down her back elegantly. The woman was beautiful, and everyone could see Blaine took after his mother much more than he did his father, which he was greatly pleased about.
Catherine dropped her bags to the ground and rushed to Blaine, enveloping him in that rib crunching hug Blaine loved so much, "Hey mom!" He greeted her enthusiastically, hugging her back, "I've missed you!"
"Oh Blainey, I missed you too!" She replied, pulling back from the hug to see her son's face, now slightly flushed from embarrassment as his friends held in their laughter from behind him. His mother grinned, "Why hello boys, you must be my son's friends from school. I'm Catherine Anderson and this is my husband Tim," she shook all of their hands and smiled, "It's very nice to meet you!"
"Nice to meet you too Mrs. Anderson," Sam greeted back for the boys, he looked to Blaine and sighed, "Hey man, we've gotta go, I told my mom I'd be back by dinner, and I'm gonna be late as it is, and since we carpooled in Artie's dad's van, we all have to leave," he explained apologetically.
Blaine shrugged, "It's fine, dude. See you on Monday?"
Finn nodded, "Well, it was nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, sorry we have to rush off!" He apologized as they all made their way towards the door.
"It's nice to meet you as well. Please, feel free to come over whenever!" Mrs. Anderson called, "Come on honey, we need to go unpack," the two adults left the room after grabbing their bags.
"Bye Blainey," Puck called, throwing a wink over his shoulder at Blaine, who was standing in the doorway watching the teens make their way to the large, white van parked in the driveway.
Blaine watched the van pull out and disappear down the road, attempting to stretch out his time as long as he could before he had to go inside and face his father. It had been nearly three months since he'd seen his parents, and although Blaine missed his mother dearly, he did not miss his father.
He remembered how when he had first come out his mom had kicked his father out of the house. Sadly that had only last a few days before Blaine's father was once again living with them. His mom wasn't what Blaine would consider an enabler; she never stood for the abuse Blaine received from his father, but she didn't ever really do much to stop it. Empty threats here and there and the occasional "get out of my house" bit a couple of times. But Catherine loved Tim, somehow, and despite the many hard beatings Blaine received from his father for being gay, she always went back.
The physical abuse had died down more recently, being replaced with his father ignoring him altogether. He'd get a few words every once in a while, but for the most part, Blaine and his father did not speak. He liked it better that way, but he was sure if he pushed him enough, his father would snap again.
Blaine frowned and walked back into the house, closing the door behind him. He couldn't help but wonder how long his parents would be staying this time, and hoping desperately that it wouldn't be very long at all. However long it was, he knew his life would be hell until they left.
Kurt had promised himself to pay no mind to Blaine the following week at school. However, this proved to be easier said than done, and not because of his dashing good looks, but because Monday morning Blaine walked into school sporting a black eye. There were many theories being thrown about the school, the most common Kurt had heard was that Blaine was in a bar fight, but he didn't believe that, or any of the rumors in fact.
Despite Kurt's curiosity, he did not approach Blaine, but he did watch him, and he watched as Blaine walked in again on Wednesday with another bruise, this time on his cheek. To everyone's surprise Blaine had skipped Monday's glee meeting which, despite Blaine's persona was unusual for the boy, so when he showed up at Wednesday's meeting, everyone attacked him with questions.
Blaine shrugged off most of the questions, some he answered with a slight nod or hum, others he ignored altogether, but at the question, "How'd you get those bruises?" he snapped. His bored expression twisted into one of anger, and Kurt thought he even saw some pain, and he glared at the group of friends surrounding him.
"Listen, I'm not in the fucking mood to play twenty questions so leave me the hell alone," he growled at them. The group dissipated and sat down in their seats, leaving Blaine alone.
"Okay guys, so we really need to get on our Sectionals set list made! So I'm looking for suggestions, anyone have any?" Mr. Schuester asked as he strolled into the classroom, clapping his hand together, he looked around at the faces and stopped at Blaine, spotting the bruises on his face, "Blaine are you okay?" He asked with concern.
Blaine's nose flared with anger and he stood up from his chair, swiftly grabbing his bag before making his way out of the room, mumbling, "I'm going to my house," as he left.
Kurt felt the urge to follow Blaine and ask him what was wrong, but he once again did not, and instead stayed in his seat. Almost every single pair of eyes turned to him in that moment but he ignored every questioning gaze.
"Don't look at me, I have no clue," he replied honestly. With that, class resumed, but Kurt could still hear whispers about Blaine during the whole meeting.
Blaine grumbled under his breath as he walked out of the classroom and made his way out to his bike. He was so tired of being asked what was wrong, or what happened. Like anyone really cared what was happening in Blaine's life; the idea itself was laughable. It wasn't like he was just going to tell everyone that his father punched the hell out of him both Sunday and Tuesday night. He may hate Mr. Anderson, but he couldn't do that to his mom.
He slipped on his helmet and straddled his bike before turning it on and kicking off. His mind continued to wander as he made his way home, where he pulled up into the driveway and parked his bike in the garage. After throwing down the kickstand and removing his helmet, Blaine entered the house, closing the garage door behind him.
He was fortunate enough that his mom and father weren't home yet, something about going out shopping or some shit if he recalled what his mom said correctly. Blaine made his way to his room, changing from his tight, black tee to a loose, plain, white tee and removing his shoes.
These past couple of days had been exhausting. He'd spent almost every day since Monday riding his bike around town from after school to six. He'd have dinner with his mom and father, and then he'd attempt to rush to his room afterwards where he'd lie down and watch TV and neglect his homework for the rest of the night. But "attempt" was the keyword there since he'd only achieved this once. He'd been lucky enough on Monday night that his father had received a phone call from his work and didn't pay him any mind; otherwise it would have been just like Sunday night and Tuesday night. Right after dinner his father and mother would ask him questions about school, and his life, and no matter what it was, something made Blaine's father crack, and that led to the bruises.
He refused to answer questions about it, and Monday at school he had started the rumor that he got his black eye in a bar fight so he could do so easier. Unfortunately for him none of the glee club believed the rumor, and being the caring people most of them were, asked him for the truth.
Blaine face planted onto his bed, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath of the comforters on his bed. They still smelled faintly like Kurt, who usually smelled of coffee, mint, vanilla, and lavender, but his bed held a hint of stale alcohol as well, causing Blaine to scrunch up his nose in disgust; he'd have to wash his bed set later. Ignoring the stale alcohol, Blaine yawned and continued to breathe in Kurt's lingering scent, and quickly fell into a light sleep.