Howdy-ho lovelies. Okay, I know *shame face* it's been... awhile. Again. I've been so busy lately with Grease practice and school and homework and it's just so tiring and frustrating! I know I keep telling you that I'll get things up sooner, but I'm going to stop, because reality is... it probably won't come up any sooner. I'm so sorry! :(
Anyway, I've been kind of going back and editing some of the chapters... just getting rid of typos, adding time passing marks because I never noticed that the thing I use in my Word documents NEVER SHOWS UP ON HERE! :(
Also, I put the "missing chapter" where it belongs in chapter 13 so that it's not super confusing and awkward anymore. But yeah, anyway... No promises on the next update, but I have started working on it, and I think we're drawing to a close. I'm planning a sequel, but I may wait a while to put that up, because of the fact that I'd like to have a majority of it written before posting, just so I'm ahead of the game. Also, as soon as I'm done with this, I do plan to start on my little take on the One More Night AU, so fun, fun. If anyone has suggestions about the sequel to Walls (songs, random plot ideas, etc) just send me a message! I'd love to here from you. And lastly, for all of those putting up with my awful updating and crap, thanks for sticking with me, I appreciate it so much!
Chapter 14
As soon as he got home Blaine let out a sigh of relief— his father's car was missing from the drive way. Blaine had had to deal with hits, punches, and yelling for the past week since he'd been dragged away from Kurt's house. Blaine couldn't believe his father had forced him back into this hellhole called home, and when he asked, his father had said to him, "The only reason I'm bringing your nasty ass back home is because if you're not here, it'll get out that our family is breaking apart, and that's not good for business. I've already had to deal with it getting out that my son's a fag, I don't need to lose more business because my faggot son left my house after my wife's death to live with his faggot boyfriend." Blaine had slapped him right after he said it, his father couldn't talk about Kurt like that, he wouldn't allow it. But him slapping Tim resulted in him being slapped right back. The abuse hadn't stopped at the slap though, after the slap came a shove, after the shove came a kick, and so on and so forth. It had lasted, from what Blaine could tell, about an hour.
Blaine sighed as he reached his room, plopping face first onto the bed. He had to figure out a way to get his father to let him stay with the Hudson-Hummel's; that is, if Kurt wanted him to, and Burt allowed it. But how? How could he convince his father to do so? He couldn't just do it, his father had threatened Kurt, and Blaine would be damned if he put Kurt in danger, but he had to find some way, because life without Kurt… Well, life without Kurt wasn't life at all, and from what he saw today, Kurt's life without Blaine sucked too. He had hated telling Kurt he'd never cared about him, and he hated pushing his walls back up and going back to his old ways. He felt cold, and empty, and lifeless when he was like that.
Kurt had made all of that go away, he had made Blaine feel warm and made his heart pound in his chest; he made Blaine feel an odd fluttering in his stomach, and with every kiss he made Blaine's heart swoop, and the fluttering feeling grow, and after feeling like that, the cold, emptiness felt ten times worse this time.
The next week went by in a blur for both boys. Both stayed as far as possible from each other, staring at one another longingly when they knew the other wasn't looking, both going home with an ache in their chests. Kurt was asked questions by his friends continuously, along with Burt and Carole, who could see that the boy was in pain, but he said very little. The perfectly coiffed boy had stopped eating as much, he had barely gotten any sleep, and he talked very little; the same had went for Blaine.
Thursday, when the bell rang to signal lunch, Kurt had instead went to the bathroom. He wasn't hungry, and he was tired of his friends asking questions and getting on his case about not eating, so today he would just hang out in the bathroom until lunch was over. His friends wouldn't have time to jump his ass about it until glee, and with how serious Schuester had been cracking down on them, since Sectionals was in three weeks, they wouldn't have the time to do much.
Kurt had just walked into the restrooms and began to fix his hair in front of the mirror when the door opened. At first Kurt paid no mind to the person, but when he caught a glimpse of dark curls in the mirror he froze, eyes wide, and breathing becoming heavy. When Kurt came out of his shocked state he whirled around, Blaine was watching him closely with something Kurt couldn't quite put a finger on.
"What do you want?" He asked suddenly, causing Blaine to step back. When the dark headed boy recovered he swallowed the thick lump in his throat before speaking up.
"You need to eat, Kurt," his voice was shaky, but held a gentle, caring tone.
Kurt shook his head angrily and attempted to push past the other boy, but a hand grabbing his stopped him. Kurt licked his chapped lips.
"Why the hell do you care?" Tears were threatening to spill now, and Kurt wanted, more than anything, to walk away from Blaine, but the boy's hazel eyes had entranced him, and the hand in his was warm and familiar and right.
"I'll always care," Blaine's eyes shone with emotion for a moment, but before the blink of an eye, Kurt saw the walls push back up into place, and those hazel eyes glazed over. "Here, I figured you wouldn't, so I packed this just in case," Blaine let the boy's hand go and placed a nicely wrapped sandwich in Kurt's hand before silently walking out the door.
Kurt watched the boy leave, confused as to what had just happened, before looking down at the sandwich in his hand. He hesitantly unwrapped it, carefully peeling away the plastic wrapping to reveal a perfectly made, crustless, peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"What the hell do you want?"
Blaine rolled his eyes as he approached his father. His thoughts flashed to earlier that day in the bathroom with Kurt before settling back to the task at hand— getting his father to allow him to stay at the Hummel's. The man was currently downing a beer, reclining in the white chair in the living room.
Blaine never understood how his father could spend so much time in the living room. What did the man do, drink his beer and stare at the wall? There wasn't a television in there!
"I want to live with the Hummel's," Blaine said simply, now standing in to the side of the chair.
"No," his father answered shortly, "Now get the hell out."
"I don't get it!" Blaine threw his arms up, "You don't give a shit about me, yet you won't let me leave this hellhole! All you do is hit me! Why the fuck do I have to stay here?" He knew he would regret it soon, but right now Blaine didn't care; he was furious, he couldn't take staying there any longer.
"I've told you plenty of times why you can't leave, now shut the hell up," his father replied, "Go upstairs or something, I don't fucking care, just leave me alone."
Blaine's nose flared and he growled in anger as he spun around and began making his way to the stairs, but an idea hit him before he could take two steps, and he spun right back around.
"You know, I wonder what would happen to your "business" if you went to jail for child abuse? I'm sure nothing good could come out of that, could it? I mean, you can't very well work when you're in jail, and… when you did get out—if you got out—not too many people would really want to work with you, now would they?" Blaine said, acting as though he were in deep thought.
His father jumped out of his chair and slammed Blaine into the nearest wall, holding him by the neck roughly.
"You wouldn't dare," his father glared at him.
"Oh but that's where you're wrong, dad," Blaine spat back, "I would. In fact, I would love nothing more than to do so… I mean, unless…" He trailed off.
"Unless what?" His father shook him when he asked.
"Unless you let me stay with the Hummel's. I don't want to hear from you, see you, anything, I just want to be left alone and allowed to stay with the Hummel's, with the exception of money. You still have to pay for all my shit, I'm still legally your son, and you still owe me the usual amount I get a month," he bargained, "In return, you don't see me, you don't have to deal with me, and you don't get charged or put in a jail cell."
Tim's jaw clenched, and his free hand clenched into a fist as he glared at the boy, going over everything in his head.
"Oh, and I also get to keep all my shit," Blaine added, "So, do we have a deal?"
"When will you be gone?"
Kurt sighed as he walked down the hall with Mercedes, he was thankful that today was Friday. He didn't know if he could take another day of school this week. Lately he'd barely been getting sleep, and honestly, he was really tired of being around his friends right now. He knew they meant well, but their constant pestering was getting to be a bit much. Unfortunately, with Sectionals only a few weeks away, Schuester was upping rehearsal time, so they currently had glee every day of the week.
Luckily, it was the end of the day, which meant he only had to last through a few more hours in glee before he could go home and rest. He needed time to think, his head had been overflowing with things lately, mainly things about Blaine. After yesterday he wasn't sure what to think about the boy, it was just last week that Blaine had told him he didn't care for Kurt, and now suddenly he did. Kurt shook his head. Not right now, he thought, right now I just need to focus on glee club.
Speaking of glee club, his friends were acting very odd today. During lunch they all practically dodged the subject of Blaine all together, which Kurt found suspicious since that's all they've wanted to talk about lately. And when asked by Kurt what was going on, they all practically scattered. Kurt shrugged it off though, they probably all just felt awkward now, or maybe they felt bad for pestering Kurt so long, either way he was glad they had decided to drop the subject.
Kurt yawned, it was finally time to go home and he couldn't be happier. After dancing and singing for the past two hours he was definitely ready to go home and lie down, but as Kurt got ready to leave he saw that his friends had other plans for him. He was just about to walk out of the auditorium when Finn and Sam stepped in front of the door. Kurt rolled his eyes at the two and sighed.
"Come on, get out of my way, guys," he said, shooting them both a questioning look. When the two didn't budge, Kurt began towards the second set of doors on the other end, only to find Mercedes, Rachel, and Tina standing in front of that one, "Guys, seriously?" he huffed, turning to go to the back exit. He groaned aloud when he saw Brittany and Santana stationed at one exit, and Puck, Mike, and Artie at the other, "Okay seriously, what the hell?"
Rachel was the first to speak up, "Just trust us Kurt."
Kurt was seconds away from yelling a large string of profanities when the lights in the auditorium dimmed and music began to fill the room.
Cold as ice
And more bitter than a December
Winter night
That's how I treated you
A voice rang out through the auditorium along with the beat. There was still no light, only the sound of the music and the familiar voice.
And I know that I
I sometimes tend to lose my temper
And I cross the line
Yeah that's the truth
Unlike in the beginning of the song, a blue spotlight was aimed in the middle of the stage where the owner of the voice stood, his hands clutching onto the microphone stand like a life line. He was looking down at his hands, his unruly curls hanging down over his face.
I know it gets hard sometimes
But I could never
Leave your side
No matter what I say
'Cause if I wanted to go
I woulda gone by now but
I really need you near me
To keep my mind off the edge
If I wanted to leave
I would've left by now
But you're the only one that knows me
Better than I know myself
All along
I tried to pretend it didn't matter
If I was alone
Deep down I know
If you were gone
For even a day I wouldn't know which way to turn
'Cause I'm lost without you
I know it gets hard sometimes
But I could never
Leave your side
No matter what I say
Blaine's hazel eyes gleamed with unshed tears, and as he began to sing once more, he allowed them to fall.
'Cause if I wanted to go
I would've gone by now
But I really need you near me
To keep my mind off the edge
If I wanted to leave
I would've left by now
But you're the only one that knows me
Better than I know myself
I get kind of dark
Let it go too far
I can be obnoxious at times
But try and see my heart
'Cause I need you now
So don't let me down
You're the only thing in this world
I would die without
'Cause if I wanted to go
I would've gone by now but
I really need you near me
To keep my mind off the edge
If I wanted to leave
I would've left by now
But you're the only one that knows me
Better than I know myself
The boy was making his way off the stage and over to Kurt as he sang now, his eyes shining with emotion and what Kurt thought was determination.
'Cause if I wanted to go
I would've gone by now but
I really need you near me
To keep my mind off the edge
If I wanted to leave
I would've left by now
But you're the only one that knows me
Better than I know my self
By the end of the song, Blaine was standing in front of him, breathing heavily, with tears trickling down his rosy cheeks. He stared at Kurt for a moment before he spoke, his voice cracking slightly.
"I'm so sorry, Kurt. I never wanted to hurt you. My fa— Tim told me that I couldn't see you anymore or he'd—he'd—" His voice cracked again and he shook his head, clearing his throat before continuing, "I couldn't let him do anything to you, but I didn't know what else to do! I didn't want to tell you, I figured that telling you I didn't care was the only way to make you stay away, but… telling you I didn't care was the hardest thing I have ever done. It broke my heart to see you that way, Kurt. I can't stand to be away from you."
Kurt's heart ached for the boy. All this time Kurt was walking around, angry with Blaine for hurting him, when in reality he was only trying to protect him. Kurt swiped away another tear that fell from the boy's hazel eyes, letting his hand linger on Blaine's cheek.
"You are my everything; you're all that I have left in this world, and letting you go is just… too much. I can't lose you too," Blaine shook his head, he opened his mouth to say more, but before he could speak, a pair of smooth, warm lips latched onto his. He was only half aware that they were still surrounded by their friend as Kurt's lips moved against his. The two boys stayed like that for a while before they broke free, both gasping slightly for air.
Blaine pressed his forehead against Kurt's and looked into those familiar blue eyes, a small smile making its way onto his lips as he gave the boy another light kiss on the lips. In that moment, there was only the two of them. Everything seemed so right, so perfect, and before he could realize what he was doing, the words were already escaping his lips.
"I love you."
Kurt stared at the boy across from him for a second. Did he just—no, of course not… but… did Blaine Anderson just say he loves me? His head was reeling. That couldn't be real could it? Blaine Anderson, resident badboy, couldn't love him… could he? Kurt realized that he'd been thinking for too long when he noticed the nervous look on Blaine's face.
"Really?" Kurt asked, hoping he'd heard Blaine correctly.
Blaine nodded, "Yeah."
A large smile broke out on Kurt's face as he grabbed Blaine by the back of the neck and forced their lips together once more. After the kiss Kurt pulled back, his hands making their way to each side of Blaine's face.
"I love you too."
The two boys stared into each other's eyes, both grinning wildly and swimming in bliss, until—
"Aww!"
Both boys snapped back into reality and looked around them when they heard the collective coo around them. Apparently when they were caught up in each other their friends had circles around them. When they saw this, both boys rolled their eyes.
"You guys are ridiculous," Kurt told them.
"That may be true, but you guys are just too cute!" Rachel said, clapping her hands as she rose onto her tiptoes.
All of their friends nodded their heads in agreement before Sam spoke up.
"Well, I've gotta get going. I'll see you guys on Monday?" Everyone nodded, as they replied that they too needed to leave, saying their goodbyes before they began to quickly dissipate. After a few minutes, the auditorium was empty, save for Kurt, Blaine, and Finn.
Kurt turned to his boyfriend and smiled, "So do you need a ride?"
"Er… yeah," Blaine smiled shyly and rubbed the back of his neck, "I could probably use a place to live too…"
Both Kurt and Finn's eyes widened at this.
"Wait what? What happened, dude?" Finn asked.
"Well… my dad wouldn't let me see Kurt, or stay with you guys, and I really wanted to, so I'm blackmailing him so that I can…" He explained, "I told him I wouldn't tell the police about… anything, if he let me stay with you guys like I was before," Blaine bit his lip rather hard for a moment before continuing, "I can't stay there anymore, Kurt. I just—I can't!"
Kurt grabbed Blaine into a hug and smoothed the boy's curls down comfortingly, "Shh… It's okay, Blaine. I get it. I'm sure Dad and Carole will understand too."
When Kurt's Navigator finally pulled up the Hudmel house fifteen minutes later, Blaine was shaking with nerves. What if Burt didn't want to see him? What if he was upset about how Blaine had treated Kurt recently? Blaine could understand why he would be, he'd treated Kurt like total trash lately, and the fact that he'd done that was just awful. Why hadn't he just stood up to his dad, or just ignored Kurt? There was the reasonable part in the back of Blaine's mind, reminding him of what his father had done, and how he hadn't wanted Kurt to be strung along, but all of that was overpowered by the self-hatred and nerves that had been building up for that past couple of weeks.
Finn had just entered the house, thanking his brother for the ride and saying something about going to play Call of Duty. Kurt rolled his eyes at his brother and sighed, waving him off. He had just stepped onto the porch when he noticed that Blaine was not beside him. Kurt turned around, his eyes falling on the smaller boy who was still at the car.
"You going to stand there all day or are you going to come inside?" He joked. When Blaine didn't respond, a look of concern replaced Kurt's grin, and he began to make his way back over to his boyfriend "You okay?" He asked when he was by his side.
Blaine nodded once before shaking his head. He turned to Kurt with wide eyes, "Kurt, what if your dad hates me? What if he is super pissed at me for what happened? What if he yells at me? What if—"
"Blaine!" Kurt shouted, cutting the curly haired boy off. He sighed and looked at Blaine for a moment, laying a hand on the boy's shoulder before continuing, "It'll be fine. My dad loves you, you're practically considered family. Yeah, he'll probably be pissed when I bring you in, but when we explain what happened, he'll understand. He was more upset about you being taken away than he was about you being a jerk… well—a fake jerk. He knew something was up."
Blaine took a deep breath, grabbing Kurt's hand and nodding, "Okay, let's do this."
The two boys slowly made their way to the door. Kurt opened the door, happy to see his father was sitting in the living room watching TV.
"Hey Dad," Kurt greeted, causing Burt to look up from the TV.
"Hey Bud, how was school?"
"Surprisingly… fantastic," he looked out the door briefly before sending Burt a beaming smile, "I actually brought a surprise home." Burt quirked a brow questioningly when his son said this, but a look of surprise quickly replaced this when he saw a familiar, dark, curly-headed, short, small boy walk through the door. Burt could tell just by looking at the boy that he was nervous, and he knew exactly why.
Burt stared at him for a moment from his seat before he got up from the chair and made his way to the two. He stood quietly, just taking things in, and Blaine couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. With Burt so close up, he couldn't help but feel smaller than ever. Sure, Burt wasn't a super tall guy, but he was tall enough that he still towered over Blaine; Burt was very intimidating when he wanted to be. Blaine shifted his weight uneasily.
"Uhm—"
Burt grabbed the boy into a hug before he could say anymore.
"Oh, I missed you kid! I knew something was wrong. What happened? Was it your dad?" Burt released the small boy from his crushed hold and eyed him, waiting for his questions to be answered.
"Y-yeah. It… it as my dad. He threatened Kurt and I. He said if I went back to you, he'd— he'd hurt Kurt," Blaine's voice quivered as he spoke. He watched as Burt's fists and jaw clenched. "But, I blackmailed him, and Kurt's safe now. But that's why I was avoiding Kurt, that's why I was such an asshole. I never meant to hurt him, I swear. It was him," he spat that last part out with anger and disgust.
Burt patted Blaine's shoulder, "I didn't think it was you. You're a good kid, Blaine."
Blaine heaved a relieved sigh, a small smile turning up the corners of his mouth. He was so glad Burt didn't hate him and had believed in him. He had been so afraid that the man would be disappointed and angry with him.
Kurt stood beside Blaine, his eyes watching Blaine with what could only be described as adoration. He let his eyes wander to his father, and he suddenly remembered what they had come here for.
"Dad," Kurt began, gaining Burt's attention. Kurt's twinkling eyes dimmed a bit, "Blaine—Blaine needs a place to stay."
Kurt couldn't help but feel like this was his fault. Yes, Blaine absolutely hated his father, but now he had been kicked out of the only place he'd called home. Kurt had gotten Blaine kicked out of his home. He knew Blaine hadn't ever thought of his house as a home, but that didn't ease the guilt Kurt felt aching in his chest and stomach.
Burt nodded, watching the two boys carefully before his face broke out into a smile.
"Welcome home, Kid."
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