Fagetastic Four
Title: Writing the Wrongs
Written for: MissKaterinaB
Written By: BloodRedLust
Rating: T
Summary/Prompt used: Missing season 3 scenes
This chapter is: "I need to go find Blaine" - Kurt runs to Blaine for comfort after receiving the election results in 3.07
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Kurt was beside himself. With the exception of getting to spend every day with Blaine, his senior year was not at all turning out how it was supposed to.
It should have been magical. He should have gotten the lead in West Side Story, regardless of how incredibly proud he was of Blaine for how amazing he had been at the role. He should have gotten to perform 'Ding Dong' with Rachel in front of all those NYADA clones, instead of the stupid Gerber baby and her disciples showing them up by being unexpectedly fabulous and talented.
But most of all, he should have won the race for Senior Class President.
He stumbled out of Figgins' office in a daze, intent on one thing only. He knew that there was only one person who could comfort him through this.
Rachel and Finn stood at the lockers with concerned faces, so Kurt stopped to tell them the news. Finn was shocked and appalled. Rachel looked shocked too, as well as, what... what was that? Guilt?
No. He had to be imagining that. What on earth would Rachel have to feel guilty about?
He didn't really care, not in that moment anyway.
"I need to go find Blaine"
Without a backward glance, Kurt stumbled forward, desperately seeking his boyfriend... but suddenly realised he had no idea where Blaine would be. Kurt whipped out his phone and sent off a quick text.
"Where are you? I need you."
He stumbled forward again, the drone of the noise in the corridor a fitting backdrop for the buzzing he felt inside his head. He let his feet lead him toward the library after some conscious part of his brain reminded him that Blaine had a free study period next.
Before he reached the doors though, he felt a warm, strong arm drape across his shoulders, and he turned, meeting the deeply concerned gaze of his boyfriend.
Kurt sighed in relief, and just turned into him, wrapping his arms tightly around Blaine's neck, his sobs coming unbidden from his throat.
Blaine quickly turned him and led him into an empty, dark class room just next to the library, closing the door softly behind them, never letting go of Kurt. Now that they were alone, in private, he could give Kurt what he needed. He kept a strong arm around Kurt, supporting him, as his other hand gently lifted his boyfriend's chin, their eyes locking, and Blaine's chest constricted at the pain he could see in Kurt's light eyes.
"What is it Kurt? What's wrong?"
Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but choked on the words. He swallowed, took a breath, and tried again.
"Someone stuffed the ballots so that I would win. They think it was me, Blaine. I could get expelled. I swear, I didn't do it. I didn't do it."
He was shaking his head profusely, and all Blaine could do was reach up to pull Kurt's head down to his shoulder and hold him tight, stroking and rubbing his back.
"Have they disqualified you?" Blaine asked angrily, his voice thick. Kurt just nodded. Blaine hissed out a swear word. Hot tears leaked out of Kurt's eyes, but he made no attempt to wipe them away, or hide them from Blaine. Blaine knew how much this had meant to him. Words weren't even necessary, they just stood like that for several minutes; Kurt sobbing into Blaine's shoulder, Blaine trying to comfort him, holding him tightly and stroking circles on his back, until Kurt had calmed down.
Kurt eased himself out of Blaine's arms and paced across the room, turning to bounce up onto the teacher's desk, swinging his legs while hanging his head, accepting and admitting his defeat.
"Brittney won by default. She had more votes than Rick."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "So pixie stix will run the world, hey?"
Kurt chuckled in spite of himself. "Looks that way. Still, I'd rather pixie stix than the mullet man. Not that it's going to affect me much at all after Figgins expels me."
"Kurt, no-one's going to let you get expelled. You didn't do anything wrong, they can't just expel you with no proof."
Kurt just shrugged, his head still hanging, staring at the floor.
"What am I going to do, Blaine? NYADA isn't going to want me now; I've got nothing to put on my application except that we came in twelfth at Nationals last year... that along with a token might get me on a bus."
"Stop it. Even without Student council president, you are everything they could possibly want in a student Kurt, they'd have to be complete morons not to take you. You sing like an angel, you're an amazing actor and a graceful dancer, and you are going to absolutely kill your audition piece and leave everyone else for dead. Oh, and don't forget that you single handedly won Nationals in tenth grade with the Cheerios while singing a 14 minute Celine Dion medley in French..."
"While tumbling..." Kurt added quickly, "but I wouldn't say single handedly..."
Blaine smiled softly; stepping up to the teacher's desk to stand between Kurt's parted knees.
"I just wanted to make a difference to this school, Blaine. I could have made McKinley a much better, safer place for everyone... reduced bullying, improved the health of the food in the cafeteria – even though Cedes said she would kill me if I tried to take away her tots again, and together you and I could have made this school a more comfortable place for any gay kids who will be attending this school for years to come, forged a path so that they could have followed in our footsteps... but no, instead, they get kiddie pageant crack. Where's the justice in that?"
Kurt noticed the mirth in Blaine's eyes, and narrowed his own in question.
"What?"
Blaine's hand slid slowly down Kurt's arm until he had linked their fingers together.
"You don't need to be the president to make a difference, Kurt. I actually kind of love the idea of making this school a safer place for everybody, and I think it's a wonderful idea that we do that together... in fact, I think we've already made a difference. People don't really even look at us like they used to any more... we used to be the travelling gay freak show, turning heads where ever we went, now, most of the time, we're just another couple walking together in the halls."
Kurt pouted. "We still can't kiss though."
Blaine shook his head, frowning. "No, we can't... and I think that was probably one of your cleverest ideas actually, even though I hate it that I can't just show you how much I love you whenever I feel like doing it, like bloody Rachel and Finn do. You're right, it would antagonise too many people, and force them to react to us... the way we are together in public isn't confronting or 'in-your-face', so there's nothing really for them to react to."
Kurt sighed again, his mouth drooping into a pout that was only slightly exaggerated in order to gain a little more of Blaine's own sweet brand of sympathy. Blaine smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips as he closed in, softly molding his mouth across Kurt's, then sweeping his tongue between Kurt's lips to slide against his, melting into the kiss. He finally pulled back, mouthing his next words as soft whispers against his lovers lips.
"And besides, it just makes it all the more special when I get you alone."
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BloodRedLust