Ahoy, people out there in the interwebz world! Still can't believe how many people have read this… ^.^ Thank you for your support, guys!
As I said before, still no idea where I'm going with this, and I keep getting writers block god dammit.
Oh, I probably should have put this at the front: I don't own glee. If I did, Finchel would fuck off, and Blaine would be a senior *cough* Mr MURPHY *cough*.
Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Kurt reached his front door after his 15 minute drive home in his silver car. He timidly walked up the steps to his home, which wasn't far from his school. His hands were poised at the door handle; he felt like a rabbit stuck in headlights. If, no, when he went in there, his Dad would probably explode. He glanced at his watch on his pale wrist. 5:30pm. Crap. School ended at 4. His dad would be hysterical.
Though, Kurt decided, the longer he waited, the later he would be. He took a deep breath, and then opened the door.
"KURT HUMMEL!" oh dear. That wasn't a good start. He looked up to see his Dad the colour of Kurt's favourite red scarf. "What time do you call this?"
Kurt remained silent, thinking of his options. He'd spent the entire way home trying to think of an excuse, but all he could think about was the kiss, and Blaine, and the fact Blaine hated him and was attracted to him at the same time.
After a few more seconds of silence, Kurt began to speak. "Dad, -"
"I was worried sick, Kurt! I called your mobile four times and you didn't answer! I rung the school; I even rung Mercedes to see if she knew where you were! No one knew!"
"Dad, I'm sorry." Kurt muttered, too upset to try and think of an excuse.
Although Burt was upset, he knew his son well enough to know when something was bothering him. He gently put his hand on his shoulder.
"You ok, kid?" he asked softly. Kurt, determined not to tell his Father about what had happened, just nodded solemnly.
"If you say so." Burt said reluctantly. He removed his hand from Kurt's shoulder and was about to go back to watching the TV, when he spotted something.
"Kurt, what's that on your face?" Burt said suddenly, getting more and more concerned by the second.
"My face?" Kurt was puzzled. He absent-mindedly put his hands to his face and felt a painful lump on his forehead. He realised that he must have got it from when Blaine shoved him after the kiss; he had hit his head on the locker. "Oh, that. It's nothing, really Dad-"
"Is everything ok at school, Kurt? You know you can talk to me about anything." Burt paused. "Well, I say anything, I guess I won't know much about the stuff you may want to ask me-"
"DAD!" Kurt's voice went up an octave. "I'm fine."
"It's that Blaine kid Finn was talking about, isn't it?"
Kurt was shocked. How could his Dad have hit the nail on the head so quickly?
"Nn…No." Kurt protested.
"Kurt."
"Ok, it is."
And then Kurt broke down into uncontrollable tears. He was sobbing, trying to make his lips say something, anything, but he just couldn't. Burt embraced his son in a hug.
After a while, Kurt slowly got his sobbing under control.
"Yes, it was 'that Blaine guy'." Kurt whispered hoarsely. "He just… you know. Pushes me into the lockers occasionally. Calls me names. Nothing horrific."
"I'm going to the school about this." Burt stood up forcefully, going to the door.
"NO!" Kurt bolted towards the door and stood in front of it. His Dad raised an eyebrow, questioning his son's strange behaviour.
Kurt gulped. There was no way he was going to tell his Dad about the kiss. No way.
"I…errr…" Kurt spluttered, "He's been doing it less and less frequently. Please, just give it a few days." He pleaded, in what he hoped wasn't an obvious way.
Burt sighed.
"Ok. If that's what you really want." He was about to go upstairs when he turned around. "Kurt, if he even goes near you one more time, I'm going down to that school. Got it?"
"Yes Dad." Kurt sighed.
He slumped down on the sofa, for once not even caring that his shirt might get a little creased. What had he done? Blaine could get suspended, and it was all his fault!
He just lied on the sofa, about to drift off when he felt his phone vibrate. He pulled the mobile out of his pocket and swipe his thumb over the screen to unlock it.
From: Unknown
sorry bout earlr. can we meet up?
His fingers flew over the keyboard.
From: Kurt
Blaine?
It wasn't long before he received a reply.
From: Unknown
yeah
From: Kurt
How'd you get my number?!
From: Unknown
finn
From: Kurt
Damn him.
From: Unknown:
2morro lima bean aftr skool?
From: Kurt
Ok.
Kurt moved to put his phone back in his pocket, but he suddenly had second thoughts. He quickly saved Blaine's number in his phone. He knew his Dad would be suspicious if he found out, so he saved it as 'letterman jacket' – after the cute jacket Blaine always wore.
Smiling, he put the phone down. Yes, he should absolutely hate Blaine for what he did. But, after kissing the curly-haired jock, he knew he was even more in love with him.
Hope you enjoyed it! xox
