Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I don't own Blaine, or Kurt. (Which is probably for the best, all things equal.) No money is being made off of this work. It's a work of fiction, and it's going to potentially contain triggers for all sorts of squicky stuff. So please, if you're easily triggered by mentions of rape, suicide, depression, I won't be at all offended if you go find another story to read. I'd appreciate it, however, if you do read it, please review! The more reviews, the faster I post the next chapter.
Note: If you're still reading this (and if you are, THANK YOU!), I should warn that this is an incredibly long chapter, compared to the length of previous chapters. AND it's DEFINITELY rated M. It's probably one of the happier chapters in the story. This is the first time I've ever attempted to write m/m intimate scenes, so if I glossed over details, my apologies. I'm a woman. And while I have some idea what two guys do together, really, can I have any understanding what it would really be like? I changed a small amount of the chapter. It was a single thought of Blaine's, but it bothered one of my lovely reviewers, and after writing so many more chapters, I didn't like how it had been written. So I changed it. Author's prerogative. :)
Chapter 7 - Blaine and Kurt
Blaine helped Kurt into the house and then went back for the groceries, setting himself up in the kitchen to cook the family's meal for the evening. The chicken was marinating, the potatoes washed and ready for baking, and the salad vegetables were washed and ready to toss, all before the chicken broth was heated. This he brought to Kurt in a large mug. "Drink it all," he said with a smile.
Kurt sipped the hot liquid, closing his eyes and savoring the taste. "Thank you," he murmured.
"You're welcome," he said, sitting down next to Kurt. "I hope your family likes what I'm making for supper. I'm nowhere near the gourmet cook you are."
"I'll love it because you made it," Kurt said softly. "Carole will love it because she'll love that she didn't have to cook. Finn won't care because he's a human garbage disposal. Thus, you only have to worry about impressing Dad."
Blaine paled for a moment, but then realized Kurt was actually teasing him. "When you finish that, we should probably go work on our duet for Regionals…or maybe our homework?"
"I have a question for you first," Kurt said. "Why did you have clean clothes in your car?" he asked.
Blaine paused, thinking for a moment. "I got into the habit when I left Dalton. It was one thing to run to my dorm for a fresh uniform, and entirely another to leave McKinley in the middle of the day after a food fight or slushie episode."
Kurt nodded. "I see," he said. "So you always leave fresh clothes in your car then?" he asked.
"Always. Never want to be left unaware," Blaine grinned. "How do you feel?"
"Much better now," Kurt finished the broth and set the mug on the table. "Thank you."
"Hey, Kurt?" Blaine asked, laying his head on Kurt's shoulder. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course," Kurt smiled, wrapping an arm around Blaine. "I'm pretty sure you've asked me all the embarrassing ones."
'Don't be so sure,' Blaine thought. He took a deep breath, then sat up, taking both of Kurt's hands in his. "Kurt, I know you and I haven't done…well…much of anything. Sexually, I mean. But…and correct me if I'm wrong, I think we were getting close…weren't we?"
"Blaine, please tell me you aren't asking me to have sex with you, now?" Kurt asked.
Blaine chuckled nervously. "No!" he exclaimed. "Well, not exactly. Kurt, what I want is, Kurt, I want to show you how much I love you. And I know you felt kinda betrayed by your body's response to what that bastard did to you. So, I…Kurt, I want to show you that the same acts can be loving, can be beautiful. Kurt, what I want is….I want to give you a hand job. To bring you pleasure in the same way he brought you pain."
Kurt was already shaking his head before he started to speak. "Blaine, I appreciate the offer. More than you'll ever know. But I'm really bruised up. I don't want you to see me like that. But thank you, just the same."
"What about the medication the doctor gave you?" Blaine asked. "Are you going to be able to apply that everywhere on your own?"
"I'll figure it out," Kurt said, frowning slightly. "Thanks, Blaine, but seriously, I'm getting really uncomfortable again. I'm just not ready for this. Can we please change the subject?"
"Consider it changed," Blaine said. But he still couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to do something to show Kurt how much he loved him. That he needed to make sure his love was okay. "Will you promise me one thing, though?"
"What's that?" Kurt asked.
"When you are ready, when that day comes, will you let me make good on my promise, and bring you that pleasure?"
"Only you," Kurt promised. "We have a few hours until Dad and Carole will be home from work. Do you want to go up to my room, work on that duet, and maybe cuddle?"
"That's a perfect consolation prize," Blaine said happily. He pulled Kurt to his feet. "Let's go. I just need to leave a quick note for Carole."
Kurt carried his mug into the kitchen, tucking it into the dishwasher. "What are you writing?" He took the piece of paper from Blaine. 'Carole, Kurt and I are up in his room working on our vocals for Regionals. Chicken is marinating next to the makings for salad in the refrigerator. Potatoes are next to the oven ready to be baked. Call up to us when you come in, and we'll come finish supper for you. ~Blaine'
"Just a note," Blaine said. "Will that do?"
"Except the part where you volunteered me to help," Kurt teased. "C'mon, let's go." They left the note on the counter, prominently in front of the coffee pot, so Carole would be sure to see it when she got home from work.
Blaine and Kurt made their way up the stairs to Kurt's bedroom, closed the door over halfway, then Blaine gasped in surprise as Kurt pulled him down onto the bed, devouring his mouth in a hungry kiss.
"Whoa!" Blaine exclaimed, pulling back. "Are you sure about this?" He held himself off of Kurt with his muscular forearms.
"Just because I don't feel ready for sex doesn't mean I don't want to make out with my boyfriend. It doesn't mean I don't want to kiss and touch you."
"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, concerned.
"Absolutely," Kurt said. "And, well, I know it might be taking advantage of the situation, but, will you take your shirt off? I absolutely love your chest…"
Blaine smiled. "If it'll make you happy, of course." He sat up, and sucked in a quick breath when he realized he was pressed intimately to Kurt. "Sorry," he mumbled, shifting position. He stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside.
Kurt shivered in delight. "Now, c'mere," he instructed. He pulled Blaine back down on top of him.
"Kurt, I'm too heavy," Blaine said, pushing himself back up. "I'll crush you."
"I need this," Kurt said clearly, his eyes locked on Blaine's. "I wanted to ask you last night, but after I freaked out during the massage, well, I couldn't. All I can remember is his weight on me. The smell of the musty bed pressed against my face. All I can remember is him. I need to feel your weight on me. Please, Blaine, take away the feel of him on my skin…"
Blaine nodded, understanding. It was a tremendous task, doing what Kurt asked without hurting him, without scaring him. But he'd do anything to help his boyfriend, and besides, this was one of his favorite pastimes. He lowered himself back onto the thinner body, cradling Kurt's face in his hands as he kissed him thoroughly.
"God, Blaine, you're beautiful!" Kurt breathed. His well-manicured nails dug into Blaine's back.
"So are you," Blaine responded. He shifted onto one arm to brush a gentle finger down Kurt's cheek. "Twenty-four hours ago, I never dreamed I'd be in this position again. Thank you, love."
"No, thank you," Kurt countered. "You saved me."
"We saved each other." He smiled down at Kurt. Pink's 'Perfect' began playing on the iPod and the smile deepened into a grin. "But we're not in the car," he teased.
"You're perfect," Kurt responded, pulling him down for another long play of lips and tongues. The two continued making out until Blaine finally had to roll away.
"I can't do this," Blaine gasped. "I want you so badly, and I can't have you, and I don't know if I'm strong enough to keep saying no. I…I should go home." He paced the room.
"No!" Kurt exclaimed. "Don't go, please…" I need you.
"Look, Kurt, you turn me on so much," Blaine said bluntly. He sighed. "I'm going to go take a cold shower if that's okay?"
Kurt nodded. "If you think that'll help," he said.
"It's the only way I'll be able to stay," Blaine explained.
"Go ahead," Kurt nodded. He lay back on the bed, feeling at the same time miserable and elated. Part of him hated the fact that Blaine looked so miserable, but the rest of him was excited that he could turn his boyfriend into a quivering pile of hormones with just a few kisses.
"Thanks," Blaine said gratefully. He leaned in, gave Kurt one last kiss, and then hurried into the bathroom. He locked the door behind him, stripped off the remainder of his clothing, and took a deep breath. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, and worse, that he had lied to Kurt. But the taller boy turned him on so badly. Blaine justified it all to himself as he cranked up the heat on the shower. He stepped into the steaming stream and sighed in delight.
He let himself revel in the rhythmic thrum of the water against his skin for a few minutes, then reached for the liquid soap. Pouring a good amount into his hand, he wrapped his fingers around his thick, aching cock. He ventured a slow, hard stroke, and clenched his teeth to keep from moaning.
Blaine worked one hand over his flesh, the other tugging lightly on his balls. The pleasure coursed through his body. He tried to draw it out, but his need was so great, he gave in and just went for it. Bracing himself against the wall of the shower, Blaine's hips snapped forward with each stroke. "Oh, God, Kurt," he moaned.
"Blaine?" Kurt called urgently, making out what sounded like a pained moan. "Blaine, are you alright?"
"Fine!" Blaine managed to call back, pressing his fist to his lips to muffle another cry of pleasure. His foot slipped as his orgasm washed over his body, and he fell to the floor of the bathtub. He didn't even feel the pain in his knees, the pleasure of the orgasm was so overwhelming.
"Blaine? Did you fall down? What was that noise I heard?" Kurt rattled the door knob.
"I'm fine!" Blaine called, crouching low in the bathtub. "Just fine, Kurt! I'll be out in a minute!"
Kurt hovered by the bathroom door, listening as the shower turned off, and Blaine stepped out of the shower.
The younger boy dried off, and knowing better than to walk out in just a towel, tugged his pants back on. He was spent, so tired after the intensity of his experience. He opened the door and a small cloud of steam wafted out.
"Cold shower, hmm?" Kurt asked.
Blaine flushed. "I...Kurt, I couldn't help myself. You're so hot…I knew the cold shower would do nothing." He smiled sheepishly. "You turn me on, Kurt. Sorry…"
"You mean…you think about me when you're…when you're doing that?"
"At least daily," Blaine said honestly. "Sometimes multiple times in a day. I love you. Why wouldn't I think of you when I masturbate? What do you think about?"
"I don't," Kurt said flatly. "I've told you that."
"You mean you weren't exaggerating when you said.."
"When I said he was the first person outside of my dreams to do that to me? No. Not exaggerating at all. Can we talk about something else, please?" Kurt strode over and picked up Blaine's shirt from the floor. "In fact, let's just leave the room. I need some air. Let's go downstairs."
"Hold on," Blaine said. He tossed the shirt onto the chaise lounge. "C'mere. Dance with me."
"No!" Kurt exclaimed, pacing. "You got relief. You have no idea how I'm feeling right now. I need to get out of this room. I can't be close to you right now."
"Okay," Blaine sighed. "If you won't take care of yourself, if you won't let me help, then I need to go. I can't stand to watch you torturing yourself when five minutes in the bathroom or lying on your bed together could solve the problem."
"Blaine, I can't even say the word, much less actually do it! And as much as the idea of you helping me turns me on, makes this ache worse, the bruises…"
Blaine smiled. "Answer me a serious question, Kurt. You dodged it earlier. Am I right? Were we close to making love? Before all this happened?"
"Yes!" Kurt exclaimed. "And if it weren't for the physical pain I'm in right now, I'd be begging you to erase the rest of the memories!" He bit his lower lip, trying to keep from crying. "I'm just scared, Blaine…if I'd just let you do it last weekend, if I'd stayed, instead of leaving, none of this ever would have happened!"
"Shh, honey, it's okay. You cannot think that way," Blaine said, smiling. "How about a compromise?"
"What are you suggesting?" Kurt asked.
"The same thing I suggested earlier, but with a twist. Go take a nice warm shower, get relaxed. Put on your oldest, loosest pair of pajama pants. I'm going to run my hands over your body, keep my eyes locked on yours, and get you where you need to be, without ever looking at those bruises you're so afraid of me seeing."
"I'm not sure I can handle this," Kurt said, even as his body strained towards the idea.
"I'll go slow," Blaine promised. "Just let me try, and if you need me to stop, I'll stop, no questions asked. I won't be angry, and we'll get dressed and go downstairs to watch The Little Mermaid."
Kurt giggled at that. "First, the sex. Then, the mermaid?"
"Sounds like a perfect afternoon to me. So, what do you say?"
Kurt nodded. The apprehension in his mind warred with the anticipation in his eyes. He took a deep breath. "I'll be back," he promised.
Blaine stopped him with a look. He pulled Kurt tight against him, allowing their bodies to press intimately against one another. He kissed Kurt thoroughly, his tongue delving deep into the other's mouth.
When they parted, both were panting for breath. "Okay. Now I'll be back soon," Kurt said again. He walked away on shaky legs, barely remembering to grab the requested pajamas from his dresser.
"Bring your favorite lotion out with you," Blaine instructed. He moved over to the stereo and started swiping through the play lists on his iPod. He keyed up some dance music and began moving about the room.
Kurt stripped off his clothing and looked critically at himself in the mirror. What did Blaine see in him? He was nothing more than a skinny, pale, bruise-mottled, broken porcelain doll, he thought derisively.
"I don't hear the shower starting!" Blaine sing-songed. "C'mon, love, if you're getting cold feet just crank up the heat!"
"You're impossible!" Kurt yelled through the door, unable to keep from laughing. He put aside his uncertainty and stepped into the shower. He took his time in the shower, trying to relax, but he was practically vibrating with the thought of what he was about to do. Correction, what they were about to do. Hurriedly, with shaking hands, he dried himself and put on the pajama pants. To further show Blaine he was serious, he went without putting a shirt on. He opened the bathroom door, and was greeted with a pleasant sight. He stood for a long moment, watching Blaine's fluid movements. "Are…are you ready?" he asked tremulously.
Blaine stopped mid-step, and turned to face him. "Yes," he said, walking over and taking Kurt's hand. "Yes, I am."
Kurt took a deep steadying breath. "Okay!" he said. "But, Blaine…I don't think I'm going to be able to reciprocate…"
"I don't expect you to," Blaine said. "At least, not the first time. Look, Kurt, I'm nervous about this, too. Neither of us have done anything voluntarily beyond light petting and kissing. This is new territory for both of us. So yes, I'm nervous. But I want to do this. If you do."
"I do," Kurt said. "So, um, how do we start?"
"With a kiss!" Blaine smiled, suiting action to words. He pulled Kurt to him, tugged him toward the bed, and their lips met in another searing kiss.
"But not just a kiss this time," Kurt tore his lips from Blaine's, recalling their dance the previous night.
"Never," Blaine reassured him. "Now, turn off that light. There's enough light coming through the blinds for this."
Kurt did as instructed and plunged them into semi-darkness. Blaine slid his hand down Kurt's arm, and the other boy shivered involuntarily. "Blaine," he breathed. "Please…"
Blaine nodded, understanding. He could tell that Kurt was at his breaking point. If he didn't do something now, chances were Kurt would stop him from doing anything at all. So Blaine slid his hand down Kurt's side, gliding over the front of the pajama pants to lightly caress his boyfriend's thick erection.
"Oh, God!" Kurt exclaimed at the first touch of his hand.
"I'm going to tell you a secret," Blaine whispered, kissing Kurt's earlobe. "This is the single hottest moment of my entire life."
Kurt moaned between clenched teeth. "Blaine, please, touch me!" he begged.
"I am touching you," Blaine chuckled softly. "Are you asking for more?"
Kurt nodded wildly. "I don't care anymore," he said, tugging the pajama pants off of his body, causing Blaine's hand to land directly on Kurt's bare flesh. Blaine reacted like he'd touched a hot stove.
"Are you certain?" Blaine asked, eyes locked on Kurt's. He valiantly fought the urge to look lower.
"I need this," Kurt said. "I need you."
"I know you do. But I want to be sure it's what you want," Blaine responded.
Kurt took Blaine's hand and deliberately pressed it against himself. "Do…am I… I mean…" he was nearly purple in his embarrassment.
Blaine wrapped his hand loosely around Kurt's length, gauging his girth. "One of these days," he murmured, "that is going to fill me up, so good."
"You…you want me like that?" Kurt asked incredulously.
"Why wouldn't I?" Blaine asked, taking a slow, gentle stroke.
"I just…Blaine, you're making it very, very hard to talk," Kurt managed.
"Answer the question," Blaine said firmly, his voice low and silky as he ventured another long, gentle stroke. "Now, Kurt."
"After reading the pamphlets Dad got me…" Kurt gasped in pleasure. "I…I just assumed that…if you and I…if we ever got there, that, well, you'd be the…um…"
"The top?" Blaine asked, helping him along.
"Yeah, the top," Kurt tried out the word. "I didn't think anyone would want me to do that to them, you know?"
"Would you want to?" Blaine asked, keeping up a light, slow rhythm, all he could do considering that their skin was dry. "Or is it something you're not interested in?"
"I don't know," Kurt said, closing his eyes. "It scares me. But then again, everything except what you're doing right now terrifies me. Please don't stop."
"Don't worry, I won't," Blaine said. "Did you remember the lotion I asked for?"
"No," Kurt pouted. "Stop, and I'll go get it." He made to sit up, but was pressed back into the mattress by Blaine's strong hand.
"Not a chance. I have a better idea. Do you trust me?"
"With my life," Kurt said honestly.
"I'm going to need to look at you…"
Kurt nodded. "Alright," he said. "What are you…oh God!" he screamed as Blaine's mouth engulfed his length.
Completely unpractised, what Blaine's first attempt at a blowjob lacked in finesse it more than made up for in sheer enthusiasm. It was wet, and wild, but considering it was Kurt's first time, both knew it wouldn't last long.
The pleasure building, Kurt tugged at Blaine's unruly curls, pulling his head off of him. "Blaine, you gotta stop!" he breathed desperately.
"I don't want to," Blaine countered, but he moved to lie beside Kurt and contented himself with stroking his boyfriend firmly.
It only took another moment. With a strangled shout, Kurt came, hard, his cock spasming onto his stomach and Blaine's hand. He was shaking, trembling, and tears streamed down his face as the orgasm subsided.
"Are you alright?" Blaine asked, concerned. He lay along the length of Kurt's body, slowly stroking him from shoulder to hip.
"That was incredible," Kurt whispered. "No wonder you enjoy it so much."
Blaine laughed. "So," he said conversationally. "You think you might want to do that again someday?"
Kurt nodded. "Mmm-hmm. But…for now…um, can we get cleaned up? Please?"
"I'll be right back," Blaine said. He gave Kurt a long, lingering kiss, then got up from the bed. "You are so absolutely gorgeous," he said. He went into the washroom, wet a facecloth, and returned to Kurt's side. "How do you feel?"
Kurt took a deep breath. "Good…except…I hurt," he said honestly. "The medication is wearing off, and I tensed up…it hurts."
"Will you let me help you?" Blaine asked, slowly bathing Kurt's torso. "Let me apply that medication?"
"Do you promise to be gentle?" Kurt asked, ashamed to even be asking. He hated that the beauty of their first time had to be marred with such clinical procedures.
"Of course!" Blaine exclaimed. "You don't even have to ask. I'm going to be as gentle as humanly possible. It's going to hurt, but I'm going to make it better. I promise." He pulled the tube of ointment out of the bag on Kurt's bedside table.
"Alright," Kurt took a deep breath. He rolled onto his stomach, much as he had the previous night, only, this time, he fought to remain calm instead of giving into the panic.
"Shh," Blaine soothed. "God, you are so incredibly beautiful, so hot. I love you, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel."
"I love you, Blaine Anderson. But can we get this over with, please?" His shoulders were shaking from the stress.
Blaine frowned. He had hoped that doing this right after Kurt had an orgasm would have left the injured boy in a state of lassitude, not shivering in fear. "Try to relax for me, love," he murmured. He opened the tube of cream and put a small dab on the tip of his index finger. Using both hands, he very, very gently spread Kurt open to his gaze. He fought the urge to moan at how sexy his boyfriend was. He was lost in a momentary daydream of what it could have been like, here, with Kurt, without any injury. He'd be smoothing lubricant, getting ready to-
Shaking himself from his revelry, Blaine touched the cream to the surface of Kurt's puckered anus. "We'll just let that take effect before I do any more," he said. He pressed a light kiss to Kurt's shoulder. "How are you doing, love?"
"Good," Kurt said. "Better than I thought I would be." He took a deep breath, sinking further into the bed. "But I need you to get this over with. I don't know how much more I can take."
"Okay." Blaine coated his finger in the ointment and slowly, agonizingly slowly worked it in. Kurt moaned, and Blaine stopped. "Does it hurt too much?" he asked.
"N…no," Kurt said. "Not at all." He buried his face in the pillow. It actually felt good. Painful, but knowing it was Blaine made it feel good, in a strange sort of way.
Blaine smoothed the ointment inside Kurt's body, adding more ointment as he went. He accidentally brushed Kurt's prostate, and the boy on the bed jumped. "Are you alright?" Blaine asked as he did it again, this time on purpose.
"Mmm-hmm," Kurt whimpered. "God, Blaine…you're…I don't understand it, but you're, I'm…"
"You're getting hard again, aren't you," Blaine whispered. At Kurt's fevered nod, he laughed softly. "That's more than I could have hoped for," he murmured. He continued stroking, finding several deep fissures within Kurt's body and coating them thoroughly with the medicated cream. "How does that feel?"
"Much better," Kurt murmured. "Thank you." He turned to look at Blaine. "You can…um…you can take your finger out now."
"Oh!" Blaine exclaimed sheepishly. "Sorry!" Gently, he pulled his finger out, cleaning it on the cloth he'd used to bathe Kurt after his orgasm.
"Don't apologize," Kurt said, rolling onto his back. "Don't apologize at all! That was…incredible, Blaine. And…eye-opening."
Blaine nodded. "I kinda thought it might be," he said. "Do you feel better about it now?"
"Wait," Kurt looked at Blaine quizzically. "You didn't do this in order to show me what would happen when you touched me there, did you?"
"Guilty as charged," Blaine said sheepishly. "But you did need the medication…"
"And you ignored the applicator in the bag." Not that Kurt had imagined how he was supposed to use the invasive plunger-type device.
"I hope you aren't mad," Blaine said. "I'm sorry for doing that."
"I'm not mad. Thank you. Your point was illustrated beautifully. But I think it's time to get dressed and go turn on a movie."
"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, gazing down at Kurt's half-hard erection.
"Yes," Kurt said firmly, pushing himself up off the bed. He dressed quickly, without regard to how Blaine was watching him. "Put your shirt on, Blaine. If we're watching a Disney movie when Dad or Carole gets home, they won't give me that look like they caught us in my room with the door closed."
Blaine nodded. "Alright," he said. "You have a point." He pulled his shirt on, leaving the bowtie on Kurt's bed. He wrapped his arms around Kurt. "Just so you know," he said softly. "You felt absolutely amazing on my finger."
Kurt blushed. "Thanks, I guess," he said. He pulled away from Blaine and made his way down to the living room. He chose the DVD from the shelf and popped it into the player. Blaine moved about the kitchen comfortably, popping popcorn and collecting drinks. Kurt curled up under a blanket on the sofa and waited for his boyfriend to join him.
The two boys settled in to watch the movie, and within minutes, Kurt was asleep in Blaine's arms. Blaine got caught up in the movie, but kept himself from singing along, merely mouthing the words. Carole arrived home just as the movie ended, carrying a bag of groceries.
"Hello," she whispered, waving at Blaine.
"Hi," Blaine mouthed. He carefully extricated himself from the couch, climbing over Kurt to walk over and take the bag from Carole. "I've already started supper," he said. "So hopefully you didn't buy anything that won't keep." He kept his voice low as they walked into the kitchen.
"You're making supper?" Carole asked incredulously. "I thought you'd be taking care of Kurt…"
"Well, I needed to make sure he ate something, he hasn't eaten much in the last week, and I just tossed some chicken breasts into a marinade, washed and stabbed some potatoes for baking, and-"
"Blaine!" Carole laughed. "Calm down. I'm not mad, in fact, I'm ecstatic. I was going to have to resort to a frozen casserole. These groceries are so Finn doesn't starve during the week. Show me what you've got going on."
Blaine showed Carole his preparations for dinner. "I didn't plan anything for dessert. Kurt's had a long day, and I didn't want to be away from him long enough to bake something. Plus I'm not the world's greatest baker or anything."
"That's alright," Carole said. "Blaine, honey, I wanted to talk to you about something. How are you handling all this?"
Blaine took a deep breath, and sat down with her at the table. "Not so wonderfully," he confessed. "I hate that someone hurt him, and there's so little I can do to make it better. I mean, I'm making sure he's taking the antibiotics the doctor prescribed, I made him chicken broth earlier today, held his hand while they drew blood, but, really, I feel…"
"Inadequate?" Carole asked softly, reaching over and squeezing his hand.
Blaine nodded. "That's the right word for it," he agreed. "Inadequate. I feel like I should be able to do something more, like find the guy and take care of him."
"If you got injured, or in trouble, it would hurt him even more," Carole pointed out. "Now, I've talked to Burt, and he's okay with you staying over again tonight, but you're going to need to spend the school nights at your own place. Just because we don't want you two staying up all night," she smiled.
"Of course," Blaine said, relieved that he wouldn't have to go home yet. "I should call my dad and let him know," he said quietly, realizing he hadn't called home the night before. He winced, realizing the trouble he was going to be in.
"You go ahead. I'm going to just put these groceries away and putter around in here. And as for dessert, if you think it's a good idea, Kurt froze a few dozen of his special cupcakes, we can take some out and whip up a batch of homemade icing."
"He'd like that," Blaine said. "Thanks, Carole." He went up to Kurt's room and used his cell phone to call home. After speaking to his father, he gathered his things and walked down the stairs. "Carole?" he asked quietly, downcast.
"What's wrong, honey?" she asked.
"Dad insists that I come home right this minute," he said. "I'm going to go wake Kurt to say goodbye, and I wondered if you'd be there with him in case he's upset?"
"Of course," Carole nodded. "You're welcome back anytime, you know that, right?"
"Thanks," Blaine said. He walked into the living room and sat down on the edge of the couch, kissing Kurt's cheek softly. "C'mon, Sleeping Beauty," he whispered. "Time to wake up."
"What?" Kurt asked, disoriented. He sat up, running a hand through his hair.
"I have to go home. Dad's insisting," Blaine said quietly. "I'll try to come back to spend the day with you tomorrow, so I can detail your car like I promised."
"But…you made supper…"
"I know, honey. But Dad's being really firm on this one. Be strong for me. Courage." He kissed Kurt gently. "I'll see you soon, and I'll call you as soon as I can."
Kurt nodded. "I'll walk you out," he said, struggling to stand up.
Blaine shook his head. "No," he said. "Just stay here. You need your rest. I can let myself out. Carole is home and finishing up supper, I'm sure your dad will be home soon. Just take it easy tonight, and I'll be in touch, okay?"
"Alright," Kurt sighed, nibbling on his lower lip. "I love you, Blaine."
"I love you." They kissed briefly, then Blaine let himself out. When he was away from Kurt and Carole, he let out a shuddering sigh. This was not going to be an easy evening. He drove home, dreading every minute what was going to happen when he got there.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Please review…I'm especially interested in what you thought of this chapter. Part of me knows it might have been too soon, but have you ever been worked up, and done something more than you might not have otherwise, had you been in your right mind? Besides, I had that little 'medication' scene in my head from the first moment I conceived this idea.