Dear Diary,
I nearly told him! Don? How obvious can you get? Harriet was a bit more inventive, I'll give myself that. But c'mon he's bound to ask again! What was your old school called Blaine? I'll probably be too caught up in starting at him and just mumbel, "Hrm? Oh Pigwarts." He will laugh and say I'm lying then he'll look it up and be like "Oh my Ga Ga God, you played fan-Quidditch?"
"Yes Kurt, me and my friends got ceiling suspenders and played Quidditch because we were in the Pot-head (harry potter of course) fan club."
He'll think I'm a freak...he'll laugh at me, not in celebration.
Oh well I gotta go, Mom and Kurt are done talking...I'm scared :S
Hugs and butterffly kisses.
Blaine x
"Whatcha' writing?" Kurt asked, Blaine slammed the book closed.
"Nothing." He smiled. "What did my Mom want?"
"Oh, just wanted to make sure I wasn't pushing to into anything." He sighed sitting next to Blaine on his bed.
"Really?" Blaine laughed, "Overprotective yes, but I love her."
"She clearer loves you." Kurt smiled faintly. Blaine looked at him funny.
"Babe whats wrong?"
"Hrm? Oh nothing, I'm fine." Kurt smiled. "Now what were you writing? Is that a journal!"
"No! It's my...spell...book?" Kurt burst out laughing. Molly knocked on the door,
"Are you two making out? Or can I come in?"
"MOM!"
Kurt still seemed weird on the drive back to his house. Blaine left his car at his Mom's so it could get repairs (Kurt offered but Blaine wouldn't have it).
"What's up Kurt? You can tell me." Blaine stated, rubbing his shoulder.
"Nothing." Kurt rasped.
"Kurt?"
"I miss my Mom." He sighed.
"Miss her? Where is she?" Blaine just thought Kurt's parents were seperated or something, or didn't accept him.
"She...she died when I was eight. I never told her." Kurt croaked. Blaine knew what he meant. "It's really nice the way your Mom is with you, it just reminded me of her a lot. I just got thinking, what if she changed with me when she'd have found out? What if we had lost what we had? I couldn't handle that."
"Kurt, I'm sorry I had no idea." Blaine sighed. He then told Kurt what he'd never even told Wes or David. "My Dad is gone too."
"What?"
"He killed himself when I told him. Not after beating me round a bit," He laughed bitterly, "Said he'd rather die than look at my faggy face again." He visibly winced
"Oh Blaine..."
"We used to be beyond close before that, I was scared to tell him sure but everything you told me about your Mom, I thought she was in Winnipeg...thats in Canada by the way...or somewhere like that. By the sounds of her she'd never be like that. My Dad used slurs at things all the time, I knew he was homophobic but not to THAT extent. Did your Dad say you wanted heels when you were younger? She was the one who had tea parties with you, got you that Barbie dreamhouse. Trust me Kurt, she knew and she absolutely adored you." Kurt was tearing up.
"Thanks Blaine. I had no idea about your Dad, I'm sorry."
"Don't sweat it, we both made a dead parent fumble, we're even." Kurt tried to to laugh but failed.
The boys were sitting on Kurt's bed having a fight over Harry Potter yet again when Finn walked in.
"I'm not saying Cedric wasn't a good character but in the films he was a douche!" Kurt laughed.
"Don't let Zizes hear you say that." Finn called.
"Oh god, her." Kurt scoffed, causing his brother to laugh.
"Kay fine, no Cedric...Fred and George?" Blaine asked.
"Can't take them seriously anymore."
"Why?"
"They remind me of Wes and David!" Kurt chuckled. In seconds he and Blaine were rolling on the bed laughing, Finn choose then to look over at them.
"Wow! I don't do that infront of you Kurt..."
"We are just laughing..." They then saw his shirt and burst out laughing again.
"WHAT!" He yelled.
"You have an F on your shirt, dumbass!" They laughed at the same time.
"Guys, big news today!" Mr Schue exclaimed.
"Who's pregnant?" Kurt asked.
"No one, but Sue is holding auditions for, wait for it...Kurt and Rachel mainly talking to you, Wicked cheerios." Kurt screamed and clapped his hands.
"She'd never let me on the cheerios." Rachel sighed.
"Yep, but lady is a Cheerio, he's in." Sue smiled from he door frame. "All Cheerios, I need a word outside." They all left and Blaine was opening and closing his mouth like a fish.
"Blaine?" Mr Schue asked.
"Kurt...cheerleader...really?"
"A hem." Sue said to silence the talking. "Girls...and Kurt. I'm just trying to make your time here as 'totally awesome' as possible. "Because girls...and Kurt, I'm not just a teacher or 'security officer' In fact, I like to think of all of you as my daughters...and gay son. So that makes me your Moma." Quinn, Santana and Kurt simultaneously gulped. "and a very loving and caring Moma I am."
"I'm scared." Brittany whispered.
"So for all of us, there are some very simple rules, dat must be obeyed." Pointed with each word. The cheerios were now visibly sweating. "Rule number one, no boys." Santana and Kurt sighed, "UNLESS THEY'RE CUTE!" Everyone cheered, "Rule number two, no alcohol." Brittany and Santana sighed, Kurt seemed quite happy...Oh Bambi... "UNLESS THERE'S PLENTY TO GO AROUND!" more cheering, "Oh stop it I'm bad!" Sue chuckled, "Rule number three, no parties...UNLESS SYLVESTER'S INVITED!" Everyone clapped and cheered.
"Not scared anyone!" Brittany smiled.
"But seriously, I catch you with booze or boys, Imma rip your perky little boobs off...Hummel, use your imagination." Everyone's eyes widened.
"I'm scared." Santana whispered.
"I peed my pants." Brittany said, "Well my diaper." Everyone looked at her, "What? All respectable cheerleaders wear them."
They all walked back into glee and sat together.
"Everything Ok?" Mr Schue asked.
"I like my boobs." Brittany cried, "And Santana's!"
"Yeah and mine cost a lot so." Santana sighed.
"And we all know what Coach meant...ouch." Kurt shivered.
"What?" Mr Schue asked,
"Coach said if we have parties, alcohol or she sees us with boys she will and I quote, rip our perky little boobs off. She told Kurt to use his imagination." Quinn supplied. Blaine, Puck, Sam and Artie looked horrified.
"Wow." The four said together.
"Wicked was a mean thing to say. It's just one song!" Kurt pouted. Sue then popped in making everyone scream.
"Oh sorry! Uniforms are now compulsory for all cheerleaders, Hummel no accessorizing."
"Damn it."
The next day jaws dropped in the hall when the four cheerleaders strutted down the hall. Quinn, Brittany Santana and Kurt smiled and put on their shades simultaneously. Their boyfriends then emerged from class together and spotted them.
"Wow..." Sam gawked,
"My..." Artie gasped,
"God." Puck beamed. Blaine was speechless. Puck hit him in the arm to snap him out of it. Wow did that cheerios uniform hug Kurt in all the right places. His jaw was literately on the floor.
"Hello, Kurt." He smiled. Kurt raised a hand and smiled,
"You can look but you can't touch." He winked.
"Damn, he's hot." Blaine sighed.
"Locker rooms?" Sam suggested.
"Cold shower?" Artie asked.
"... definitely." They all said in unison.
"I can't take the whole, no touchy thing. Puck like what he see. A LOT!" Puck moaned.
"Kurt, wow. Cheerleader Kurt." Blaine daydreamed.
"Imagine his reaction when Kurt was in football!" Artie laughed.
"F-f-f-f-f-football? Uniform and all?"
"Dude you have some weird fantasies." Sam smirked.
"Would you be turned on if Quinn was in a tight football outfit?" Blaine smiled.
"Wow, yeah I would. Thanks for the mental image."
"No problem."
"Have you seen Kurt work on a car?" Puck asked.
"He does what now?"
"Real petrol head. LOVES cars as much as he loves scarves. You know how much that is."
"Wow, I suddenly want to break my car."
"Uh no, you have a porche, I would kill to work on one but don't hurt it." Kurt smiled.
"KURT! W-w-w-what are you doing here?" Blaine stuttered.
"Boys locker room, genius."
"Blaine I need to talk to you about something." Kurt sighed walking home, "Sue is back as head coach so we can't be together, you'll be in mortal peril. It's...it's just like that Spiderman movie haven't you seen that? MJ and Peter Parker can't be together."
"But...the whole point of Spiderman 2 was so they could get together in the end." Blaine argued.
"Yeah but the point of Spiderman 3 is everything SUCKS AND FALLS TO SHIT!" Kurt yelled. "Blaine, what I'm trying to say is I don't want my life to be like Spiderman 3, I hate that movie." He sighed, "I'm sorry that's just my little way of saying, we can't be together." Blaine's mouth hung open. "I'm sorry Blaine." Blaine then let out a cry.
"I'm such and idiot!" He whined, then ran off.
"Oh my Ga Ga I need a Butterbeer."
"What happened!" Wes asked when Blaine called him crying.
"I thought we were gonna be together forever, but we're not!" Blaine sobbed.
"It's like I just can't get him out of my head and every time I look at him I have these pains in my chest and I just know it's his fault - that bitch!" Kurt sobbed to Mercedes. "I am never going to be happy again!"
"So I'm just going to go curl up in my sock drawer and sleep for days!"
"Blaine grow up you're acting like Garfield on a Monday!" Wes yelled.
"Merecedes?"
"Yes?"
"This is Wes, we need to get those two back together. Blaine is in his sock drawer!"
"Kurt is eating chocolate, I agree. But how?"
"Get that coach a boyfriend, make her drop that rule! I can't deal with this!"
"C-c-c-coach?" Mercedes asked,
"WHO GOES THERE! YOU GONNA DIE JONES!" Sue jumped at her.
"B-b-b-but I brought you f-f-flowers f-f-from an admirer." She stuttered holding out the flowers.
"F-f-f-flowers f-f-f-for me?" Sue asked. "On the ground now!Then back away!" She jumped in front of them, "They don't seem explosive, or poisonousness." She picked them up and smelled them, "Well they smell absolutely delightful." Her face softened, "And they're snap dragons, oh my God that's my favourite. Would coulda known that?"
"Why don't you read the card?" Mercedes suggested.
"Okay little girl...big girl. It says 'Dear Sue,' DATS ME 'I thought you might like these...cutie.' Oh my! It's signed Big S. I wonder who that could be?"
"Mercedes, you owe me! Kurt and Blaine BETTER like this."
"THANKS MR SCHUE!"
"Attention McKinley students, due to A 'Big S' Cheerio's can date again without losing parts. Oh and Big S, meet me tonight at my place, rawr." Sue's voice rung out in the speakers. Kurt and Blaine didn't even look at each other. They heard the others whispering about how Kurt had burned a Harry Potter book so Blaine burnt a scarf, neither was true of course but hey high school what you gonna do? They left at lunch to be greeted by Two guys in big black capes and slushies in hand. Not Blueberry, God that hurt the most.
"Hello ladyboys." Karofsky, great.
"Just joining the Potter frenzy." Azimo smiled as they threw their extra large drinks them. Blaine stood there in shook.
"What the hell?" He asked as they walked away.
"Ah yes, your first time. Come one we will get you cleaned up, you got spare clothes in your locker?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah, you told me to..."
"Grab them and meet me in the locker room in 5, Blueberry messes up hair but I have tamer in my locker."
They met in the locker rooms and Kurt was clean and in a new Cheerios uniform.
"Head over the basin." He instructed. Blaine agreed and Kurt washed his hair free of slush and his face.
"So where do we stand?" Blaine asked. Kurt tensed.
"I...I don't know."
"Do you wanna...get back...together?"
"I don't know. Do YOU wanna...get back together?"
"Kinda."
"Me too."
"No, I really want to. I've been going home to my sock drawer."
"And me to a Hersey's bar." Kurt laughed. "I'm sorry, I just didn't want either of us hurt by Sue."
"You were the one going to get his..."
"Lets wash your face too!" Kurt threw his head in the bucket then brought it up, "You were saying?"
"Nothing dear."
Kurt and Blaine were in the basement playing Quidditch online. Finn the collapsed on his bed.
"I think I still love Quinn."
"What!" Kurt cried, falling off his broom.
"HA! GRYIFFINDOR WINS!" Blaine exclaimed.
"I mean Sam is with her now but seeing all of the cheerleaders, I just miss that. I really cared about her Kurt."
"You miss the popularity if anything." His brother sighed. "Don't worry, it will blow over. I'd say date another cheerleader but A Rachel and B we're all taken."
"You make a move on Kurt and die!" Blaine called.
As Blaine was staying over he went into the bathroom to change. When he came out Kurt got an evil look in his eye.
"What?"
"You look like Harry Potter!" He was right. His hair was curly, his contacts were out and he had his glasses on. He had bottoms with golden snitches over it and a baggy Hogwarts shirt on top.
"You like?" Blaine smiled. Kurt really did. He nodded a lot and bit his lip. "Well," Blaine smirked, "Your Dad and Step-Mom are out until half eleven, Finn is talking to Puck at his house and you look pretty hot yourself." Kurt looked down at himself, A blue silk nightshirt and Lady Ga Ga hotpants.
"What are you suggesting?" Kurt smiled looking up. He was startled to she Blaine's face so close.
"This." He kissed the younger boy passionately, wrapped his arms around the small waist. Kurt threw his arms around Blaine's neck and kissed back. They fell on Kurt's bed and Blaine's hand crept up the night shirt. Kurt gripped Blaine's hair and kissed him harder than he had before. But when Blaine's hand touched his waistband he flinched and broke the kiss. "Kurt?" Kurt paled and shook at little bit. "Kurt are you ok?" Kurt was pushing Blaine off him and huddled himself into a ball. Blaine stood up. "Kurt, what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry Blaine, I'm really sorry." He cried running off to the bathroom. Blaine flopped on the bed,
"That could have gone better."
Kurt came out twenty minutes later. Blaine smiled.
"Hey you."
"Hey." He sniffed. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be!" Blaine cried holding his hands, "I'm sorry I pushed you."
"You-you didn't, just a bad memory." Kurt told him. Blaine looked concerned,
"Want to talk about it?"
"Don't hate me, please." Kurt begged, Blaine shook his head,
"I could never!"
"I-I opened my eyes and it wasn't you there. It was Karofsky, then you touched my waistband and I just was so scared of what he'd do to me. I'm sorry please don't hate me!" Kurt sobbed. Blaine hugged him.
"I don't hate you, babe. Any time Wes or David patted me on the back I was so scared that I turn around and see Drake. I should have thought before I did that, I'm sorry. You're just pretty hard to resist." Blaine blushed. Kurt smiled.
"I do feel better now," He leaned over to Blaine, breathing on his face, "And you know what I want?"
"What?" Blaine asked breathlessly.
"Popcorn! I'm going to run to the store, once I get changed." He smiled. Blaine just sat there. "You going to watch me or something?"
"Uh, no that would be inappropriate and...awesome. I'm doing to get a drink." He rushed upstairs.
Kurt gave Blaine a peck on the cheek and headed for the door.
"I love you."
"I love you too Kurt." Then he was gone. He parked his car at the store and got out. He then felt a hand cover his mouth.
"Shhh, Kurt stop struggling." Karofsky soothed, "But does this cloth smell like chlorophyll?" The rag was thrust over his mouth and nose and he fell unconscious.
"Right when he wakes up I want you to do that stiff arm thing you're so fond of and you two do this." Karofsky instructed the hockey players waving his hands over his knees, "It's going to feel goofy but it will look so effing good." Kurt moaned from the chair he was tied to,
"What, where am I?"
"Hello Hummel!" Karofsky exclaimed as his lackeys danced. Kurt nodded.
"What a marvellous display. I'm very impressed." The hockey players them left. "What do you want?"
"You." Karofsky smiled. "And Blaine to drop off the face of the earth but, hey baby steps."
"Leave him alone!"
"What will you do to stop me?"
"I will...glare and think very mean things." Kurt sulked.
"Yeah, well I'm going to do very mean things." Kurt flinched when the foot his his face. He flopped forward on the chair.
"Ah, ah. OW!" He moaned.
"Shut up." He yelled, "This is going to be a long night."
"Finn? Where is the corner store?" Blaine asked when he called, pulling on jeans at the same time.
"Two blocks left, why?"
"Kurt went to get popcorn."
"He'll be fine..."
"An hour ago."
"GO GET HIM!" Blaine hung up and raced to his car, his glasses and Hogwarts shirt still on. He saw Kurt's unlocked car and the rag, he knew it had a chemical on it and followed the drag marks, presumable of Kurt until his blood ran cold. An Iphone was cracked lying on the ground, he picked it up, praying the screensaver wasn't...Blaine with Curly hair and Harry glasses. It was Kurt's phone. He then found tire tracks and followed them, to an abandoned toilet.
"GET UP!" Karofsky screamed,
"I'm tied to a chair moron!" Kurt replied, earning a kick in the ribs.
"Hey!" Blaine yelled coming in. He looked at the raged teen then at the broken boy at his feet. His shirt was ripped, his eye black and his lip split, not to mention the bruises. "Holy sh..."
"Blaine look out!" Kurt cried as Karofsky swung at him. But Blaine dodged and hit him over the head with a broken pipe. He fell.
"You Ok?" He asked Kurt,
"More or less. Lap dance, not fun."
"Oh Kurt..."
"I would however like out of this chair." Blaine undid the restrains and Kurt cried into his shoulder, "Wait, you were willing to get beat up for me."
"But he didn't." Karofsky said grogily.
"Yes but I meant to." Blaine smiled hitting him again, he then picked up Kurt and carried him to his car, "Can you drive or do you want Finn..."
"I'm fine, I need ice before this swells to bad...and my popcorn. You get it i'll meet you at home."
"Okay, love you."
"Love you too."
"He did what! And the school wont do anything?" Mercedes gawked.
"Nope, I'm gay I deserve it, remember?" Kurt said painfully.
"Babe." Blaine said squeezing his hand.
"Well, anyone singing today?" Mr Schue asked awkwardly. Finn stood up.
"Recently, I've been feeling weird about stuff and this song I...I really think it is where I'm at, Artie, care to help me out?"
There are so many douchebags in the world.
Yes, so many douchebags get the girls
who deserve more than absolutely anything
than any charm or potion could ever bring.
But men like that, they have her on a string,
and they don't care,
Was he glaring at Sam? That stopped Kurt and Blaine mid high five for guessing yet another song.
For there will always be guys like Potter.
To realize tears in your eyes because he got her.
She'll never ever know how much you'd have brought her...
If you'd only done
something more for the one,
back when you were young
Artie wheeled forward. Finn rubbed his eyes.
So many assholes in this place.
So many assholes in my face!
Why can't they leave me alone-
To love princesses, maids, and queens?
They wouldn't ever be in between
The boys sang together, gazing at Quinn and Tina and glaring at Sam and Mike. Really, was it only Kurt and Blaine noticing? Nope oh crap so did Rachel.
We'd treat them nice and never be mean.
And we would care...
But there will always be guys like Potter.
Who'll quench the flame like it's a game with drops of water
He'll never think her perfect as you/I thought her
Finn then put a hand on Artie's shoulder.
But now you're alone,
left to pout and moan,
'cause you were totally pwnd.
"Thank you Finn. Well done Kurt, you have a home run so far song wise." Mr Schue smiled. Kurt shrugged.
"I try."
This was more angsty than planned :S sorry :/ Here's hoping it was good anyway :) Sorry it took me so long to update, just been dealing with one of the many douchebags in the world.
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