Kurt was walking down the hallways of his middle school, avoiding the glares of the many homophobic idiots. Blaine was all the way on the other side of school, along with his next class. Kurt absolutely hated how the middle school and high school were all located in one building, because it made Kurt an even easier target for many bullies. Blaine, on the other hand, was Mr. Popularity. Even though he was in all the boring clubs, and Drama. Kurt was in the boring clubs too, along with Drama, so why isn't he popular?
"Hey!" Blaine says as he sees Kurt arrive at his locker. "Did anyone try and hurt you yet? I've been trying to tell them not to hurt you, but they just don't listen."
"You don't have to stand up for me, I don't want you to. I want to handle this myself." Kurt tells Blaine, leaning against the wall of lockers.
"You're my best friend, and I don't like them hating on you just because you're gay. It's not fair, we don't make fun of people because they're straight." Blaine closes his locker, and starts walking down the hall, with Kurt on his heels.
"Blaine, you're straight too, so it's not just them. It's pretty obvious after that party at Quinn's house. I don't even see why you're my friend anymore. We haven't hung out for weeks." Quinn and Blaine had been going out for a month, and spin the bottle was what started the whole relationship.
"Don't hate on Quinn. It's not my fault she makes me go to the movies with her every Saturday. I really want to hang out with you this weekend though, what do you say, how about a sleepover?" Blaine smiles as they reach their classroom, opening the door for Kurt.
"Oh, yeah. My dad will be fine with that. Just us though, right? I don't want those jocks to come. Especially Finn and Puck, that was tortuous." Kurt sits down at their normal desk in the back, facing Blaine in his chair.
"Listen, I'm so so so sorry about last time, it got way out of hand. But yes, just us. Cooper's going to be home this weekend too. And he kinda knows about you."
"Oh. I guess that's cool. As long as he doesn't, y'know. Be like your dad about it." Kurt tells him, Cooper was always a sweet guy.
"Hey, anyway, I thought you liked frankenteen." Blaine whispers, smiling.
The truth is, Kurt did, but he liked someone more. "A little. Not a lot." Kurt smiles back, because Blaine smiling has to be the cutest thing ever.
Then, Quinn storms into the room, "Blaine! There you are, you were supposed to wait for me outside the classroom so we could come in together."
"Sorry. I was talking with Kurt." Blaine looks away from Kurt, and looks up to an angry Quinn.
"In order to pay me back, you have to take me to the movies this weekend. I expect to be treated nicely by you Blaine. My parents would be very disappointed to hear about you not treating me fairly." Quinn's parents were very good friends with Blaine's mother, and it was kinda a forced relationship after they kissed.
"I already have plans Quinn. Kurt and I are going to be busy all weekend, and I'm not going to cancel plans I've already made just for you." Blaine answers sternly, turning his attention back to Kurt. "Class is going to start soon, so I recommend you take a seat."
Quinn huffs and goes to sit in the seat next to Blaine, only to see Finn sitting there instead. "Get out of my seat Hudson." She taps her perfectly manicured nails on his desk, waiting for him to move. "Well, come on."
Finn doesn't move. "There's plenty of other seats, go take one in the front." He points to the front of the room, where there were a clear row of desks.
Quinn, looking quite irritated, goes up to the front of the room, slamming down her binder. Blaine laughs at how immature she is, and so does Kurt. "Your girlfriend should be certified crazy. Look at her, she thinks she's the coolest girl in the world just because she's on the Cheerios."
Blaine settles down before class starts, and listens intently while passing notes with Kurt on what to do during the sleepover.
We should watch the football game, it's supposed to be a good game.
Football? No. I think we should do what we usually do and just talk. Go with the flow of things.
Sorry, I forgot you didn't like football. It's not that bad you know. Do you even come to my games?
I.. no. I don't go to your games. I just don't like being alone.
You should come to them. Bring your dad or something, doesn't your dad like football? What about Mercedes, she could come with you.
I.. okay. When's your next game? I'll see if I can come.
It's next weekend. But if you don't see me after it's because Quinn dragged me off to make-out. She's just so.. ugh.
Don't you like Quinn? She's really pretty. Out of all the people to go out with, she chose you.
Because her parents made her.
Then tell your mom you don't like her. Who do you like?
Someone.
Who? Unless their name is someone.. that'd be awkward. "Blaine Anderson and Someone, I now pronounce you husband and wife."
Hardy hardy har. My brother makes fun of my hair.
Why?
He says that I borrow some of your lube every time I go over, and put it in my hair. He's joking though, he sees that I use hairgel.
You can borrow some if you'd like. Just kidding, I don't do that stuff. Though, my dad does work at Hummel's Tire and Lube. ;)
Maybe Cooper can borrow some, sometime. I'm sure it'd do him good.
Be nice. Doesn't Cooper have a girlfriend?
Yeah, her name is an Altima. It's a fucking car Kurt. A CAR. That's why he could use the lube.
Cooper. Omygod.
Yup. So.. Maybe you should bring some lube to my house, and we'll cover Cooper's bed with it. So he'll be all nice and slick for his car.
That's not a gay joke, is it?
No. It's a Cooper-Car joke. He could get slick for his bananas too.
Oh, God.
Blaine and Kurt arrived at Blaine's house after school on Friday, around 4 o'clock.
"Hey Cooper!" Blaine says, grabbing a lemon from the fridge.
"Oh, hello there Kurt. Well haven't you.. grown into your body. There's some bananas on the counter, if you want one." Cooper winks suggestivly, and Kurt settles for crackers.
"No thanks pooper, I'd rather not want a banana you've probably touched. And Cooper, can't you get a real girlfriend? A car is not a person."
"BLAINE! You do NOT tell your friends that. Also, enough with putting all that lube in your hair. Lube is for the cock, not the hair." Cooper smiles, getting up to go into his room, but first runs his fingers through Kurt's hair. "You should keep it natural, like Kurt's. Minus the hairspray."
Kurt swats Cooper's hand away, "HANDS OFF YOU JERK." Blaine laughs in the corner, no one could ever touch Kurt's hair, unless they wanted to die.
"Sorry babe. If you want any help with anything tonight, feel free to, uh, visit my room." Cooper walks off to his room, swaying his hips with every movement.
"Sorry about that, he's always been like that. C'mon, let's go up to my room." Blaine leads Kurt up to his room, carrying Kurt's over-weekend bag with him. "I'm just waiting for Cooper to pop out and say, 'No Blaine, that's gay.'" Blaine smiles, and drops down on his bed. "I figured you could sleep in my bed with me. It's pretty big."
Kurt swallows thickly. He's been waking up with erections every morning since him and Blaine made plans. What if Kurt woke up with one at Blaine's house? "Okay. Yeah."
Blaine opened up his laptop, and pulled Kurt down next to him. "Dude, have you ever look at porn before? Cooper and I were watching this one clip last week, and man.-" Blaine stops in his tracks, "What's wrong? Am I making you uncomfortable? This is what all the guys do at the football teams sleepovers.."
"Yeah.. I don't. I don't do that kind of stuff. It's just, disgusting." Kurt starts twiddling his thumbs, nervous and blushing bright red.
"Oh. They have gay stuff too." Blaine quickly logs into his Facebook, noticing he has 3 different messages from Quinn. "I'm so sick of her."
Kurt rests against Blaine's headboard, "Break up with her. Jesus Blaine, it's just a girl. It's not like one high school relationship will rule your whole life."
"My mom will murder me. And I would really like to live." Blaine lets the back of his head thud against the headboard, closing his eyes and letting out a huge groan.
Kurt rests his head on Blaine's shoulder, "It's not fair to you. To have to be in a relationship with somebody that you hate."
Blaine wraps his arm around Kurt, pulling him closer. "This is okay, right? I don't want you to be uncomfortable."
"It's fine. I'm comfortable." Kurt closed his eyes. "What do you want to do?"
"Wanna play never have I ever? We could have Cooper play too." Blaine suggests, smiling at Kurt.
"Sure.. I've never played before. I mean, we usually play truth or dare." Kurt opens his eyes, and smiles at Blaine. Blaine's smile was so contagious.
"It's fine. Cooper and I will explain the rules to you. Go to the study, I'll meet you there in a few minutes." Blaine gets off his bed, and opens up the door, to find a curious Cooper standing there.
"Well well well.. Looks like Cooper gets to enjoy a little game of never have I ever with Kurty and Blainers." Cooper laughs darkly, and starts to walk down the hall, towards the study.
"Should I be scared?" Kurt whispers, walking next to Blaine to the study.
"Very."
"So, Kurt, the basic rules of this game are, you say something you've never done, it can be innocent, or very naughty. If you have done something another person said, you just take a chip. People usually play this with shots. But you're new to this game." Cooper explains, "I'll go first." They form a circle around the bag of plain Lays chips.
"Never have I ever, been in a relationship that lasted more than six months." No one eats a chip.
Blaine's turn was next, "Never have I ever, gotten to more than second base." Cooper eats a chip, after yelling, "GET SOME!" very loudly.
Kurt didn't know what to say, he was so new to this. "Never have I ever watched porn." Blaine and Cooper both eat a chip, and Cooper has a look of surprise on his face.
"NEVER? Holy crap balls, what's up with that? I mean, it's hot." Kurt blushes, and his skin feels like it's burning off.
"It's.. not something I want to watch. I don't want to do that stuff either."
"Cooper, leave Kurt alone. It's his own choice." Blaine's afraid of what Cooper's going to say next.
"I mean, NEVER? You don't even know what people look like naked, do you?"
"Cooper, leave Kurt ALONE. You're making him uncomfortable."
Kurt feels like getting up and leaving, he never feels welcome here. "I'm going to be upstairs. You guys can continue playing, I'm just not very comfortable with this game."
"Jesus Cooper, you always ruin everything. Wait!" Blaine walks towards his room, where Kurt was.
"Kurt.. I'm sorry. Do you want to go shopping? My treat." Blaine grabs his wallet, and stuffs it in his pocket.
"You-you don't have to. I have enough clothes." Kurt tries to refuse, but Blaine will not have any of it.
"You can never have enough clothes. C'mon. As long as you don't tell me to buy you something that's like, $1,000.00." Blaine jokes, pulling Kurt off his bed, and out the door.
"Fine. Let's go." Kurt follows Blaine out the door, realizing that they'd have to walk to get to the mall.
"I figured we could just walk, Cooper won't care." Blaine grabs Kurt's hand, and they walk hand in hand to the mall. "I remember when we're little, we'd always hold hands. Your hands were always so soft."
"I always moisturized them." Kurt says softly, gripping tighter onto Blaine's hand. "Do you hold hands with Quinn?"
"Her hands aren't as soft." Blaine whispers, smiling.
"Her hands do seem quite rough." Kurt laughs, and his eyes twinkle with happiness. "I've missed you, Blaine."
"I've missed you too." Blaine smiles back, and they stay in a comfortable silence the rest of the way to the mall.
"Kurt, what about these?" Blaine holds up a pair of skinny jeans, they had a dark blue wash. "I think they look cool, try them on." Blaine thrusts the pair of jeans into Kurt's hands, not giving Kurt a choice.
A few minutes later, Kurt comes out of the changing room wearing a plain v-neck shirt and the skinny jeans. "I don't like the shirt, but I like the pants. What do you think?" He twirls around, giving Blaine a 360 degree spin.
"What about if you add this scarf, it may look better." Blaine puts a scarf around Kurt's neck.
"A jacket, maybe? What about a cardigan or something? We can go look for one after. Let me change, then we'll go." Kurt closes the door to the changing room, changing back into his normal clothes.
***
"Thank you, Blaine. You didn't have to buy me new shoes, you know." Kurt smiles,
admiring his new shoes in Blaine's room. "I love them though, thank you times a million."
"You deserved it. Thank you for letting me spoil you. If that makes sense. Cooper's making dinner right now, so, we have some time to kill." Blaine sits next to Kurt. "Why isn't it easy to find stuff to do?"
Kurt thinks for a moment, "Because we're completely different now. I like clothes and hanging out with people like me, you like football and hanging out with the jocks who bully me to death."
Blaine's smile turns into a frown. "If it wasn't for Quinn, nothing would've changed between us."
Kurt closes his eyes, "Blaine.. even if Quinn wasn't here, you'd still be playing Football,
and you'd still be hanging out with those jocks. Even though I may miss you a whole lot, you have new friends." Kurt feels Blaine get off the bed, and heard the creak of a bedside drawer.
"If you weren't my bestfriend, why would I have all these still?" Blaine shows Kurt a box full of pictures of them, and little things Kurt made him. There were about 10 valentines day cards, all handmade, and the notes they've passed since 6th grade.
"How long..?" Kurt asked, touching and picking up certain things in the box.
"Since 6th grade. That's when we were falling apart, so I made a box to remember you." Blaine sets the box down on the bed, opening his door up and yelling downstairs to see if the food was ready.
"We should go eat. Before Cooper eats everything." Blaine puts the box away, walking
down the stairs.
Kurt was sitting on Blaine's bed as Blaine showered. He couldn't starve off his teenage thoughts of Blaine dripping wet, and he was trying to draw his mind away from it. The water turned off in the shower. Blaine must've stumbled over something, because there was a loud crash, and Blaine opened the door connecting his room and the bathroom.
"Hey Bla-" Kurt was caught off guard by what he saw, Blaine, naked, not covering anything up.
"Oh. I'm um, I'm um sorry." Blaine turned bright red, and stepped into his boxers. "I forgot you were here, um, it's not like you've never seen it before."
Kurt snorts, laughing, "We were 3, Blaine. We're 14 now. Stuff has obviously changed. I think you know what I mean by stuff. It was just there and god. I'm sorry."
Blaine's skin feels like it's on fire, "Yeah, that's what 'stuff' does, it just hangs there. It's okay.. don't worry about it."
"Can we just forget this ever happened?" Kurt asks, quietly.
"Please. At least Cooper didn't walk in here, he would've insisted on getting naked too." Blaine laughs, pulling on his pajama pants too.
"Oh god. A naked Anderson Brothers party? Does that happen often?"
"Nope. Only when Cooper's a little tipsy." Blaine gets under the covers of his bed, "I'm tired."
"Okay, let's go to bed then." Kurt goes to turn off Blaine's lights, and gets under the covers of his bed as well, making sure to have a decent amount of space between them.
"You don't have to be so far away, you know." Blaine tells Kurt, getting close enough to him that Kurt could feel Blaine's breath hot on his neck.
"Okay." Kurt feels Blaine's arms wrap around him. "It's like when we were little.. I like it."
Blaine sighs contently. "I've missed being little."
"I have too."
Darkness. Darkness was all that surrounded Kurt. And pain. Lots of pain. But mostly darkness. He tried to open his eyes, but it was like there was a heavy weight holding down his eyelids. He couldn't see anything. Just darkness. There was a heavy weight holding down his chest, making it hard to breathe.
He could hear whimpering; his mother's whimpering. "Kurt," she called hoarsely. Kurt tried to answer, be he couldn't. The weight was too heavy.
The weight that was on top of him seemed to shift slightly, and there was a slow, warm, familiar breathing in his ear. He had felt the slow, rhythmic breathing on his ear too many times to count. He had felt it through the cold, long nights, and through the warm, hot and sticky nights. It had comforted him and fell perfectly with his own breaths. The breathing that had once comforted him was now turning into a cold, hard mocking when he finally put a name to itBlaine.
"Blaine!" he tried to call out, but once again, silence. Suddenly, the younger boy was ripped off him, allowing him to open his eyes the slightest. The room was dark. He could see two dark figures huddled in the corner, his parents.
The next thing he knew, there was a ghost of a whisper in his ear. "You're next, lover boy," the voice laughed, evil and sinister. The rough touch that belonged to the equally unpleasant voice lingered for a few seconds before Kurt developed a sharp pain the back of his head.
He didn't know what had just happened. He didn't know where he was or how he got here in the first place. All he knew that everything and everyone he had ever cared for was gone. Right in front of his eyes. The darkness and pain completely overtook him now and the only thing he could do was scream.
Kurt woke up crying, and shaking. This wasn't the first time this had happened. Usually, he was all alone, which was worse. But, now he was instantly comforted by Blaine's strong arms wrapping around him, calming his nerves. They didn't say anything, and Blaine just whispered, "I got you." over and over, and he put his leg inbetween Kurt's to get as close as possible. "Kurt, what did you dream?"
"I..I don't know, I couldn't see anything..it was dark and, and," Kurt choked out in between sobs.
"Sssshhhhhh," Blaine comforted, stroking Kurt's hair out of his face.
"And..and you were there...and, then you were gone and...my mom and dad were there and just..." Blaine waited for Kurt to continue, but it was obvious that he wasn't going to.
"It'll be okay. I'm here for you." Blaine rubs Kurt's back soothingly.
"Blaine?" Kurt asks quietly.
"Yes?"
"I'm scared Blaine. I'm scared to death that you are going to leave me one day. I'm scared that you're going to turn into one of those homophobic idiots and never talk to me again. I couldn't stand to lose you. And I wish we hadn't drifted apart, because I need you, Blaine. I need you more than anyone," is what he wanted to say. But all he managed to choke out was, "Thanks."
"Of course," Blaine whispered as they fell back asleep.
"Mhm, hey." Blaine tells Kurt when he wakes up, a dopey smile on his face.
Kurt opens his eyes, and sees Blaine still cuddled up close to him, but his pajama pants are tighter than they were when he went to bed. "Crap," Kurt thinks to himself. "This would happen here." He knows Blaine notices. He must notice. Luckily, he doesn't say anything about it until-
"Hey gays...I mean guys!" Cooper comes bounding in, his hair a mess and his shirt untucked.
Blaine grunts, peeling himself off of Kurt. "Coop, go away."
"Whoops! My bad! Didn't realize it was one of those nights," he shrugs, glancing down to Kurt's crotch area briefly.
Blaine picks up a pillow off the bed, launching it at Cooper.
"Woah! Calm down! I mean, I guess it's understandable because you were lucky enough to get a fraction of my good looks. Anyway, I'll just leave you two alone. Don't eat too much, breakfast will be ready soon," he shuts the door, peeking in at them one last time before heading downstairs.
"I'm sorry about him. Again," Blaine says, rolling half back onto Kurt.
"Shit, Blaine. Are you trying to make it worse?" Kurt thinks. "It's alright." And, it was alright. Everything was alright when he was with Blaine. As long as Blaine didn't care, which he didn't seem to mind, Kurt didn't care either.