So this chapter is kind of a double-feature, since it has two different POV's. To be honest, Next chapter will be too, but I'm probably only going to go two more chapters, not including this one. Anyways, PLEASE leave a review after you finish reading this chapter, because that's the very BEST part of my day, seeing what you all think of this fic!
One last thing, this first half is in Elliott's POV...
The whole day was spent relaxing on the couch in pajama pants. Kurt lay comfortably on top of me, his chest to my stomach, arms crossed over my chest with his head rested on top, one of my hands rested on his back over the blanket covering us. Despite the fact the sun was almost set, Kurt had long past drifted and, other than a sound of the tv, the air was filled with his light, somewhat calming snores. To be honest, it was kind of adorable...
I wanted to stay in this moment long as possible. But, with my luck...
I mentally hissed at the knocking at the door, wanting only for the person outside to just go away and let me be alone with this beautiful creature. Nonetheless I carefully slipped out from under him, replacing the pillow from behind me beneath his head. Kissing his temple before I pulled away, walking to the door and pulling the chain lock free, turning the knob.
The last person I expected to show up was the man who'd caused all this.
Tears falling from his swollen eyes and staining his red face, shaking just as Kurt was last night, his usually gelled hair a curled mess. His eyes refused to fully meet mine. He was more staring at my neck than my face and it made me start to wonder whether or not there were marks. "Hey." He muttered, voice lower than I'd usually heard him speak, "Elliott, right?" Jaw clenched slightly, I nodded, closing the door slightly and moving to an angle that he wouldn't see Kurt sleeping on the couch. "I-I'm sorry if I'm intruding on anything. I just..." His eyes dropped a moment, then lifted some, "Rachel gave me your address... Uhm... Have-have you talked to Kurt at all? Has he been here at any point? It's important."
Playing along, I stepped out a little, crossing my arms over my chest. "Did something happen?"
He shrugged, eyes drifting a little, "We... Had a fight. Now he's not answering my phone calls or returning my texts. I got here earlier today to see him, but Rachel and Santana haven't seen him. I even called his dad to be sure, but no one has heard from him since yesterday and I'm really worried now." Finally his eyes met mine and I could fully see the distress in his pupils, "So I figured he could be with you, since he talks of you so often..."
I swallowed after he finished, shifting to my left hip as I looked to the floor a moment, "He stopped by last night and we talked, then he left." I half-lied.
"W-what did he say?" He asked timidly.
I shrugged, "About the same as you. That you had a fight. He didn't say what about though..." He nodded once, staring at the ground once more. "If I may," I mused, "what was the fight about?" A long while he paused, almost terrified to speak.
But the moment past eventually and he looked to my collarbone, "Just things. About distance and whatnot. Nothing to concern yourself with..."
"Well it must be if he's just up and disappeared." I protested, shifting to my right hip.
"Look. Can you just call Rachel if he stops by again? She's downstairs right now and we're going around the city looking for him." He concluded, nodding once in farewell before disappearing down the hall. With that I stepped back into my apartment and shut the door lightly, turning for the couch.
But I froze when I saw Kurt sitting up some, clutching the blanket to his diaphragm, his eyes somewhat wide. I sighed and my eyes softened, walking back to the couch. "He's here..?" He whispered. I nodded, sitting next to him.
"Rachel's with him. looking for you." I replied, "I'm sure Santana and Dani probably are too." He frowned at my words as his eyes dropped, leaning back against the couch. "You should call your dad right now. He's probably scared to death."
"My dad knows?!" His voice raised, sitting up on his knees.
"Blaine called him to see if maybe you'd gone home to be with him. He called everyone." I explained. "Did you bring your phone with you?" He shook his head and I sighed again, reaching behind the couch for the home phone and handing it to him, "Call him. I don't care if you restrict the number, just call him."
"I'm okay dad, safe and sound. I promise." I listened to Kurt on the phone with his father, going silent when I'd hear a very slight murmuring on the other line from the kitchen washing dishes. Yes, washing dishes. I care about cleanliness. Plus I was keeping myself busy while Kurt made sure at least someone knew he wasn't dead.
"I'm staying at a friend's place for now... Yes, he's safe. I promise... Yes, I'll call Santana and let her know... No, dad. Please just... Please don't tell him..."
I unplugged the sink and grabbed a towel, drying off my hands before grabbing a plate and wiping it dry. "I can't tell you. But as soon as he goes back to Lima, I promise I'll explain everything... I can't right now... Alright. I'll call you tomorrow, okay? I love you... Bye." He set the phone in his lap, staring down at it with such sad eyes from my peripheral. My eyes softened, setting the plate down and walking to him, sitting down and leaning back. "He thinks I should find Blaine and talk things out." Then he scoffed, reaching a hand behind his head, "Meanwhile he has no idea why he's looking for me..."
"Are you going to talk to him?" I asked, turning my body to face him.
"What's the point?" He hissed, leaning against the couch on his side now, "Say we talk. Say we somehow make up. Say he cheats on me again and the same thing happens once more. Somehow we always end up back together because of the way he talks!" He almost shouted. "I don't want to be in that kind of relationship again, Elliott. I don't want to be with him."
Taking a deep breath to prepare myself for whatever answer he was going to give, I sat up some, staring intently into his eyes, "What do you want then?" His eyes suddenly softened, staring at me in silence a while.
At some point though, a hand rested on my cheek and he shifted closer, my eyes slipping shut as his lips brushed mine, kissing back. My hands slipped around to his lower back as he climbed onto my lap, moaning into his lips. But he pulled away eventually, staring down at me and swallowing before he finally spoke. "You." He whispered, eyes alternating between mine, "I want you."
My eyes softened and I tilted my head down, resting my forehead to his chest. He kissed into my hair, arms wrapping over the back of my neck while mine tightened around his lower back, holding him close.
(Kurt's POV)
Sitting in a cab I stared nervously out the strangely clean window, practically squeezing Elliott's wrist tight as possible. The sun was just barely peeking through the clouds crowding the sky and all I could think of was what we could be walking into. I called Rachel to stop their search and agreed to meet with them all at the apartment the next day around five. Now that it was so close to happening, I was petrified. Facing Blaine again. Talking to him about all this. Trying not to break down when I do. Having everyone else witness us.
Having Elliott witness us.
When a finger brushed along my jaw I was pulled from my thoughts, looking to the tall black-haired man beside me in his cobalt eyes, leaning into his touch. "I'll be with you every step through whatever happens." He whispered, "As long as you want me to." My eyes softened, tenderly taking his wrist in my grasp, leaning in. He kissed me soft, sweet, but brief. When he pulled away, I rested against his arm, relaxing just a little the rest of the ride.
When the cab eventually stopped in front of the apartment building I tensed once more, handing money to the driver before stepping out. Elliott came behind me resting a hand on my back, kissing the side of my ear. "Ready?" He asked.
I turned to him and his hand began to drop, but I slipped mine inside and he gripped, waiting until I started for the front doors and following close behind. The elevator ride up was almost as quiet, but even more tense. Elliott held me close, the feel of his warmth only a little calming to my nerves. But once we reached our floor nothing could calm me anymore.
When we officially reached the door I froze, staring hard at the floor. "You okay?" I heard Elliott ask behind me.
"No." I huffed, glancing to him, "But I can't just disappear, can I?" He smiled at that, coming closer and cupping my cheek, diving for my lips. I moaned, arms wrapping around his neck while we kissed, biting back a whine when he pulled away.
"If you need to, afterward, you can grab a few things and stay with me for a while, okay?" He assured, his eyes so tender, it was a wonder I didn't shatter right there staring into his eyes. If I did, I'd probably need a shirt or two, considering right now I was wearing one of his. But it was animal print, so who was I to complain?
Still, I nodded then shrugged, eyes dropping to his chest, "We should go in now." His jaw clenched some, nodding once. With that I knocked a few times on the door, taking a step back and grasping his hand once more before it slowly slid open.
The first person I saw was Rachel, who immediately froze the very second she saw me. "I'm a little late. You know how crazy traffic is here."
Next thing I knew her arms were wrapped tight around my neck, face tucked in the nape. "I was so worried." She said before pulling away, turning to Elliott. "You lied, didn't you?" She almost hissed at him and my grip tightened on his hand a little.
"If you knew the full story, you'd understand." He assured, stroking over my skin with his thumb, which would've been soothing had my nerves not been this far out of warmth. She looked like she wanted to argue, but instead kept her mouth shut, stepping aside to let us pass. The moment I looked to the living room I noticed Dani, Santana, and Blaine in there. Dani was reclined against Santana on the couch, but stood the very moment they noticed us. Blaine was already staring.
His eyes were swollen slightly, light red rims around them. Even from this distance I could see his nails were chewed down to the pink. His hair was gelled back, but messy, like he'd been running fingers through it constantly. I'd never. Never. seen him this. Not even the last time he'd admitted to cheating on me.
Almost immediately he stood, his eyes widening as he stepped closer, "Kurt," he breathed, starting to walk closer, "I'm so sorry. I-" I stepped back, closer to Elliott, and he froze, eyes widening further. "Baby, I-"
"Please don't call me that." I protested, every shed of fear suddenly disappeared from my body. "I am not your baby."
He opened his mouth, then shut it with a huff and changed his words, "Can we please talk somewhere more private?"
"Did you tell them?" I asked, ignoring his plead. His lips shut again, eyes softening while they drifted, "Answer me, Blaine."
"Please, Kurt. Let's talk somewhere private so we can talk this out."
"There's nothing to discuss, Blaine. Not anymore." I raised my voice only a little, releasing Elliott's hand and taking a step closer, "Now answer my question before I kick you out of my apartment right now."
"No, I didn't tell them!" He finally answered, "I wanted to talk to you in private so we can fix this."
"What is there to fix?!" I barked, "After what you did-"
"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute!" Santana interrupted, standing from the couch and walking to stand by Elliott. "Before this cat fight continues between the happy/not happy couple, I think we at least deserve to know what this is about."
With that everyone looked to Blaine, waiting for an explanation and he huffed soft, looking directly at me, "I made a mistake. A big mistake! For that I'm so sorry-"
"Oh, so now it's one mistake?" I hissed, crossing my arms.
"Blaine." Rachel called and I looked to her, her eyes turned wide, "Did you...?" A sigh left his lips from behind me and she turned her attention back to me, shaking her head, "Kurt, I had no idea-"
"Seriously," Santana blurted and we all looked to her, "will someone tell me what's going on?!"
"Blaine cheated on Kurt." A familiar voice finally spoke up and I dropped my eyes, standing still while everyone looked to Elliott. "Not just once but through every gig Pamela Lansbury has done. That's why he hasn't come to any of our shows." He explained calmly. "Kurt came to me the night he went missing and has been there since. And when you guys came to my apartment, he was sleeping on the couch."
"Wait." Santana replied, "Am I the only one who didn't see this coming?! I mean, really?" She gestured between Blaine and I, "You two are the very face of happy gay engaged teen couples, you rarely fight, and for another thing," she gestured directly to Blaine, "ever heard of a hand, dude?" Blaine's eyes rolled at that last comment.
"Kurt," Blaine's voice softened, walking closer, "can we please go somewhere quiet and talk this out?" Then he gestured to everyone else, "Or maybe you guys could all go somewhere so we could talk here?"
"Nice try-" Rachel spat, but I stopped her.
"Can you guys... give us a minute?" I asked, looking to her. "Please?" Her eyes widened a little, but softened soon enough and she nodded, looking over to Santana.
One by one they all headed for the door, but Elliott walked to me, his hand resting on my shoulder and speaking soft. "I'll be right outside." He assured. I nodded and he leaned in, kissing into my hair before following everyone out, shutting the door behind him.
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