A/N: Okay, okay… I know. I said I would get it up before the weekend ended… Clearly that didn't happen. Massive case of writers block. I know what I want, just not how to word it. Sorry again. :\
On the upside… this was eight pages in Word, so it's long…ish! But um…. You're gonna have yourselves an emotional rollercoaster here folks! You'll hate me… REALLY hate me… sorta dislike me, like me, dislike me again a little, like me and then hopefully REALLY like me…?
Song credits at the bottom A/N as to not ruin the surprise! ;D
Disclaimer: I STILL don't own Glee… or the song used.
"Time to eat!" Blaine's father called up the stairs unhappily. Blaine groaned lightly and sat up, he hadn't remembered falling asleep, yet when he turned to the clock it was nearly 6:30 and the sun was disappearing behind the trees. He rubbed his eyes and got up, slowly shuffling his way down the hall and downstairs. He joined his parents at the table, his mother smiled up at him, and he smiled in return.
"Hi Sweetie, did you have a nice nap?" She asked him, a playful glint in her eyes as she babied her son.
Blaine rolled his eyes, "It was alright," he shrugged as he sat down.
Dinner was silent and awkward, and seemed to last forever in Blaine's eyes. He couldn't help but notice that his father was drinking a beer. Great, just what I need— my dad drunk, He thought, his stomach churning. When they had finished, Blaine helped his mom clean up before he excused himself, but before he could leave his mother grabbed his arm gently.
"Honey, I have to run out, okay? I'll be back shortly," she told him, kissing his cheek and smiling at him. He nodded, waving his hand before making his way upstairs.
Blaine looked out his window and frowned. He was surprised his mom went out with the weather the way it was, Or with my father the way he is. The trees tilted to the right as their leaves fluttered rapidly from the strong wind, and rain pelted against the window loudly. It was amazing Blaine could even make out what things were outside with how blurry the rain made the window.
It seemed like Blaine had just sat down when he was called down by his father's slurring voice. He knew it was stupid to go down, but he also knew that if he didn't things would be worse, so Blaine slowly made his way to his father in the living room.
"Yeah?" Blaine asked, trying with great difficulty not to sound as nervous as he was.
"Don't use that damn tone with me," his father growled.
"I didn't use any fucking tone," Blaine retorted before he could think; "Now I'm using a 'tone.'"
His father stood up from the chair he had been lounging in, still holding the beer bottle in his tight grasp, "You shut the hell up! I'm your father and you will treat me with respect!"
Blaine laughed humorlessly, "You may be my father but you are not my dad, and you don't deserve respect! Maybe if you didn't act like such an asshole to me and mom I'd show you some."
Anger filled the elder's eyes and his fist connected with Blaine's cheek, the impact being so hard that he flew back into the wall with a meaty thud. Blaine held his eye, stunned from the sudden movement. Tim didn't give Blaine time to fully recover before he fast walked to him and grabbed the boy by the shirt, thrusting his fist into Blaine's stomach this time.
"You ungrateful little shit! I let you stay in this damn house, I give you food and money, and you give me this in return!" Tim spat at his son, "You don't deserve anything I've given you but I do it anyway because of your goddamn mother! She said we should accept your faggot ass; that we needed to love you," he yelled, "But how the hell do you love something as disgusting as you Blaine? You know how hard it is to love something so low and vile and sick?" He threw another punch to Blaine's face, causing his head to snap back into the wall with great force.
Blaine wanted to just cry then and there, but he refused; how could someone say such things to their child? He wanted desperately to flee to his room, but he knew that wasn't a choice—he couldn't show his fear; he had to stand tall and fend for himself, like always.
"I don't need your love! You're incapable of such feelings. You're heartless, and sickening. I may not be who you want me to be, but at least I can love something," Blaine retorted icily. His words earned another blow to the stomach, causing him to groan in pain involuntarily, "Keep hitting me, it won't change who I am!"
This gained another punch to the face, busting his lip open. His father dropped him to the floor and kicked Blaine's small form as he spoke, "Things would have been so much better had you not been born. Why couldn't you have just been normal, Blaine? You're disgusting! You don't know how many times I've wished you would just die. I've hoped and hoped so many times that we'd get a call in London or Italy telling us you were in some fucking accident and you hadn't made it, because maybe then your mother and I could have a happier, normal life. But I'm always disappointed, because every time we come back, your disgusting faggot ass is still right here!"
Blaine whimpered, tears finally leaking from his eyes. He couldn't take it anymore—with the blows and the harsh words, he couldn't keep it in. They all stung, every word was like a knife being shoved into his heart. They didn't want him, they didn't love him.
His father's kicks ceased, and with a final blow he growled, "Why won't you just die already?"
Blaine could feel his heart shatter in his chest. He scrambled to his feet with great difficulty, and haphazardly fled past his father and out the door into the cold night. Blaine didn't stop running when he got outside. Instead he kept going down the flooded, dark streets.
Blaine was soaked to the bone in mere seconds, and his body shivered as the wind pressed against him. The wind only added on to the already low temperature, and Blaine's small body shivered violently as he continued to run, allowing his feet to guide him away from his house and to safety.
Kurt's mind had been drifting to Blaine since glee earlier that day. He couldn't help but feel concerned for the boy. He'd learned from Finn, Puck, Sam, Arty, and Mike that Blaine's parents were back in town as of Friday. He knew Blaine's parents hadn't really ever been there for the boy, and that he had a hard time with them, and Kurt was half tempted to call and ask Blaine how he was coping—but he was still angry with Blaine.
The brunette sighed and flipped through the channels, his fingers picking at the hem of the blanket draped across his lap. There was absolutely nothing on TV right now, at least nothing that interested him.
He finally stopped on the Bachelorette. He had already watched this episode, so he didn't really pay the TV any mind, instead allowing his mind to wander, going back to his thoughts of Blaine when a knock at the door made him jump. His dad had left him to go out to dinner and a movie with Carole, and Finn was staying at Puck's so they could easily carpool to football in the morning before school, so he hadn't been expecting anyone.
He got up, stretching out his back before shuffling to the door and unlocking it. Upon opening it he gasped; standing at his door was Blaine—His dark curls were plastered against his head, dripping down his bruised face, and a trickle blood made a small line from his lip down to his chin. Blaine's thin white shirt and dark skinny jeans stuck to his body, and the boy's breath was slow and shallow as his body shivered violently on the porch.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked in surprise, taking in the other boy's appearance. Blaine looked so lost and childlike right now and the sight broke Kurt's heart, "Blaine, what happened?" Blaine opened his mouth to speak, but his teeth were chattering violently and he could barely form words. Kurt shook his head and pulled Blaine inside, shaking his head, "Never mind. God Blaine, you're freezing."
Kurt attempted to walk Blaine to the couch, but Blaine fell to his knees before they could make it. Kurt called Blaine's name out, and crouched beside him, feeling for his pulse and taking a shaky breath when he found that it was weak. Kurt recognized the symptoms of Hypothermia and began to panic; he tried remembering what he'd learned about Hypothermia in health and from Carole that one time they'd watched Charlie St. Cloud but in his current state nothing would register.
Body heat. Kurt came to the realization and quickly began to undress Blaine, pulling his clingy white shirt over his head before throwing Blaine's shoes off and forcing Blaine to his feet. With shaky hands Kurt undid Blaine's jeans and threw them off before Kurt started on himself, throwing off his pajama shirt and pants and pulling Blaine to the couch. He threw some blankets from the back of the couch over the two of them before lying down with Blaine, hugging him tightly and working one hand down the boy's arms to warm them.
After about two hours Kurt got Blaine's body temperature back to normal and Blaine slept soundly. Kurt clenched his jaw as he slowly looked the boy over—One eye was purple and black for the second time this week, both cheeks were painted in small bruises and cuts, and his lip was split.
Kurt swallowed nervously and brought his hand out from under the covers, allowing his fingers to make feather light trails over Blaine's face as he examined the curly haired boy. He looked so helpless and childlike as he slept, and Kurt's heart swelled. He knew he was supposed to be pissed at Blaine, but well… he couldn't really be angry now could he? Not when he'd shown up at his door soaking wet and nearly collapsed on the floor.
That brought Kurt to his real issue, getting Blaine to talk. Blaine couldn't expect Kurt not to ask questions, but there was no doubt in his mind that Blaine would be hesitant to answer—especially since the two hadn't exactly been on speaking terms lately.
Kurt hadn't noticed he'd been combing his fingers through Blaine's chocolate curls until Blaine hummed tiredly and Kurt snapped his eyes to the waking boy. He quickly removed his fingers from Blaine's hair. Kurt's eyes widened as he came to the realization that he and Blaine were both extremely close at the moment, and nearly naked, and with that though he blushed furiously.
The first thing Blaine noticed as he began to slowly creep back into consciousness was the furious pounding in his head and neck. He tried to open his eyes, but the light in the unknown room was blinding and only caused his head to pound even harder in protest. He lie still, trying to focus on anything but his pounding headache.
As he lay there, willing the headache to disappear, he felt something begin to lightly comb through his hair. It was peaceful and he felt himself drifting in and out of sleep once again. Warmth washed over his body at the soft touch, and he hummed in contentment and appreciation as his headache began to dissipate. The combing in his hair stopped and he groaned in protest, letting his eyes finally flutter open slowly.
When they had adjusted, his eyes met the beautiful porcelain face and striking blue and green eyes of Kurt Hummel, who had a worried expression playing on his face as he bit his lower lip. Wait, Blaine thought, Why the hell is Kurt here? Blaine looked around the familiar setting, he was at the Hummel's, on the couch, but why? He let his eyes fall back to Kurt's, who was staring straight at him. Only then did Blaine notice the bare, heated flesh pressed against his.
He quirked an eyebrow, "Not that I'm opposed to this position or anything, but uhm… What the hell is going on here?"
Kurt manage to not blush and instead gave Blaine a rather confused look, "You don't remember?" Blaine shook his head, "Blaine… You showed up at my doorstep in the pouring rain. Y-you barely made it through the door before you collapsed. You were hurt, and showing signs of hypothermia," he explained, attempting to jostle Blaine's memories.
When Kurt began explaining these things, Blaine had no clue what he was talking about, but as he continued, the memories slowly began to drift back; His father beating him, the long walk through the rain, the icy chill of the rain and wind freezing him to his core, finding himself on Kurt's doorstep… all of it. He attempted to sit up, but he tried to fast and fell back to the couch.
"Blaine, are you okay?" Kurt asked worriedly as he watched the boy carefully.
Blaine nodded and groaned, "Fine," he replied, his voice gravelly. "Listen, did I tell you anything about what happened?" He asked warily.
Kurt shook his head and Blaine let out a relieved sigh that was cut short with Kurt's next words, "But I have a pretty good guess Blaine…" His eyes fell to his hands, which he was wringing nervously, "Blaine… d-did… was it your dad?"
"Listen Kurt, don't worry about it. I fucked around with the wrong-"
"Don't lie to me Blaine! I want to know the truth," Kurt cut him off, shaking his head and meeting Blaine's eyes, "I care about you."
Blaine's jaw clenched, "Don't," he replied, finally sitting up and removing himself from the covers before standing. His knees wobbled, but he remained on his feet. Had Kurt not been so frustrated, he would've blushed at the fact that Blaine was standing before him, clad in only a pair of- rather tight- black briefs. But instead, he too stood and glared at the boy.
"Why the hell can't you just let someone in for once? I care Blaine. I care! I can't just stop caring! I won't do that to you. You may act like you don't give a shit about anything, but I know you do—I've seen it. You may be tough, but everyone needs someone," he put his hand on Blaine's bare shoulder. He let out a shaky breath before continuing, "Let me be your someone."
Blaine's eye softened as Kurt spoke, and he felt tears prickling his eyes, "Kurt I-"
Kurt rolled his eyes and shook his head, taking a step forward so he and Blaine were face-to-face now. He wrapped his lean fingers around the back of the dark headed boy's neck, his pale skin contrasting against Blaine's tan neck, and said, "Stop talking," before crashing their lips together in a heated kiss.
Both boys were left breathless by the time the kiss had ended, and Kurt looked down nervously. His eyes flicked back up quickly, and Blaine saw that he was blushing furiously, "What?" he asked, looking down before coming to the same realization, "Oh." He chuckled, he had forgotten that they weren't fully dressed. He fought the urge to push Kurt onto the couch and continue where they had left off, and instead reached down and picked up his jeans. Kurt was surprised by this, but said nothing, instead smiling to himself and grabbing up his clothes.
When the two boys were finished, they sat on the couch. They watched each other in silence before Blaine spoke, "I want you to be," at Kurt's confused look, he explained, "My someone." Kurt was about to speak, but Blaine continued before he could say anything, "I really care about you Kurt. You're the single most important person in my life," he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "I'm not very good at talking about my feelings so…"
Blaine stood and grabbed Kurt's hand, pulling him to the basement of the Hummel's house where a beautiful grand piano sat in the right corner. He led them to the piano, sitting them down on the small bench, "I heard your dad talking about it to someone on the phone the other day," he explained.
"It was my moms," Kurt nodded, "She used to play it a lot, but now that she's gone…" Kurt took a shaky breath, "We kept it for a while, just because it's hers, but now dad wants to sell it."
Blaine bit his lip, "Well… I bought it," he confessed, earning a surprised look from Kurt. He shrugged and sighed, "But that's not why I… I have something for you." Kurt quirked an eyebrow, "I was saving it for tomorrow at school actually. I had the guys from glee help me, but… now seems better."
Blaine turned to the piano, lifting the fallboard to reveal its keys, and ran his fingers along them lightly before straightening his back and sending Kurt a nervous smile. He took a deep breath and began to play. The tune Blaine began tapping out onto the keyboard was unrecognizable to Kurt, but he smiled as Blaine began to sing.
Hey there, it's good to see you again
It never felt right calling this just friends
I'm happy if you're happy with yourself
He started out softly, sending a few nervous glances Kurt's way, but as he continued, he let himself go, letting his voice ring out stronger. He began to grin as he sang, closing his eyes and letting himself get even more into the song.
Take off your shirt, your shoes
Those skinny jeans I bought for you
We're diving in, there's nothing left to lose
I'm gonna break down these walls I built around myself
I wanna fall so in love with you and no one else
Could ever mean half as much to me as you do now
Together we'll move on, just don't turn around
Let the walls break down
He looked to Kurt as his fingers continued to tap out the tune of the song, his hazel eyes shining with emotion, before looking back down at his fingers on the keys.
I used to wear you like a ball and chain
I'd run and hide at the call of my name
It was obvious, you were too much for me
Oblivious, I was young and horny
In retrospect, I wouldn't do it again
Stop talking shit to every one of your friends
I'm not the same boy you knew back then
'Cause I can break down these walls I built around myself
I wanna fall so in love with you and no one else
Could ever mean half as much to me as you do now
Together we'll move on, just don't turn around
Let the walls break
I can't breathe, my body's shaking
You got away with the way you take me
'Cause you break me down
You know you break me down
He looked back up at Kurt now, and sang the next part directly to him.
I'm gonna break down these walls I built around myself
I wanna fall so in love with you and no one else
Could ever mean half as much to me as you do now
Together we'll move on, just don't turn around
Let the walls break down
Let the walls break down
'Cause you break me down
Let the walls break down
When Blaine had finished he let his fingers drop from the keys. He continued to stare at Kurt, waiting for something, anything, to happen. Tear were welled up in Kurt's clear blue eyes, and it made Blaine nervous. He let out an uneven breath and put a hand on Kurt's shoulder.
"Kurt-"
Before he could finish, Kurt had launched himself at Blaine, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy's neck and latched their lips together for the second time that night. This kiss, however, was different than the others, it was raw and full of emotion; it was slow and deep, not rushed and sloppy like most kisses they had shared before. This kiss sent electric shocks through both boys' bodies; it made their ears buzz and blood pump faster. It made their heart beats quicken, and it made fireworks pop behind their closed eye lids. It was a real and intimate moment between the two boys, not rushed, just slow and meaningful, and it was perfect.
A/N: Okay, so song used is Walls by All Time Low which can be found here: watch?v=nuGEjjnTlzY
But since it's a piano version, it'll be more like this:
watch?v=Vbyf3TWCx8I
Hope you guys liked it! I'll try to update sooner this time… :\