A/N: I woke up to eight reviews this morning...How could I not immediately start typing away this chapter? You are all the best cures to writers block. Oh, and I looked it up...Chris Colfer is much taller than Darren Criss! I keep forgetting how much he's grown since the first season...Oh well, let's just pretend he didn't for the sake of this story (:
He inched down the highway, jumping at any small movements in his rearview mirror. Kurt felt unsafe, as if Karofsky would jump out of his back seat and strangle him. The idea was ridiculous, and he knew it, but it didn't make the ride to Dalton less petrifying. Finally, at a red light, he grabbed the closest CD he could find from the glove compartment, and jammed it into his radio. Music would soothe him, he knew it. In the darkness, he couldn't tell which one he had chosen, but soon enough the calming voices of Ada Jones and Billy Murray overtook him. He had put in his homemade CD, including all of his old favorites. He sang along to the song, already feeling a little better.
"Come Josephine in my flying machine...Going up, she goes, up she goes." He sang, voice cracking. He was right, the music did make him feel safer. The rest of the ride was uneventful. He simply sang along to silly songs, and attempted to control his shaking. He was a mere five minutes away from his school when his phone buzzed. Kurt cursed under his breath when he heard Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream" playing from his cellphone. It was cheesy, but he felt it was perfect for Blaine's ringtone. He picked it up slowly, debating on whether to answer or not.
"You'll just worry him if you don't..." Kurt thought to himself logically. He answered the phone, and took a deep breath to control his voice.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked from the other line, sounding worried.
"Hey, Blaine. What's up?" He replied, shocking himself with his believable acting.
"Where are you? I called an hour and a half ago, and your dad said you had already left." Blaine said. Kurt mentally slapped himself. He didn't realize that he had been driving that slowly.
"Don't worry, I'm just going slow because of the ice. Actually, I think I can see Dalton from here, now." Kurt said as the large private school loomed into view. Its tiny pinpricks of light illuminated his way through the parking lot.
"See you soon." Blaine said normally. Kurt was relieved, he didn't notice the slight cracks in his voice. He hung up, and let the phone fall to the ground. He drove around the parking lot, searching for his spot. Once he had found it, he took his time pulling in. The last thing he needed right now was a scratched car. He cut the ignition, but didn't make a move towards the school. Fresh tears streamed down in face as he cried silently on his ice cold seat. He wanted nothing more than to have Blaine's arms around him, murmuring that everything would be alright. Yet here he was, all alone. Kurt knew that if he ever told Blaine what had happened with Karofsky that night, he would become stressed and worried each time he left him alone. He didn't feel right doing that to a loved one, Blaine didn't deserve to live with worry. Once he was sure his red puffy eyes had disappeared, he put on his brave face and stepped out of the car, not bothering to lock it. There was no ice in this part of town, so he treaded quickly towards the front door, feeling exposed.
"No!" Kurt groaned, reaching into his pocket and realizing he had forgotten his school keys at home. He knocked on the large, glass door and prayed someone would find him. If not, he would have to call Blaine. After a few freezing minutes, the secretary noticed the poor boy standing outside in the cold, and got up from her desk to let him into the school.
"Thank you, Stella!" He smiled, stepping inside. She grinned at him while locking the doors back up.
"Anytime dear." She said, shuffling back to her desk. Kurt often helped her with her paperwork as a part-time job. She was a hilarious old woman with one of the kindest hearts he had ever met. Kurt walked through the front lobby and onto the large, mahogany stairs. He was surprised he had the stre"ally. He was sure they would bruise, if they hadn't already. The muffled carpet of the hallway kept his shoes from making too much noise, leaving Kurt unnoticed by his Dalton friends. He didn't even have to check the bronze number nailed to the door to know which room was his. He stopped infront of it, listening to Blaine humming to himself inside.
"You can do this." He whispered to himself. He plastered a smile onto his face, and knocked on the door. It swung open to reveal Blaine's smiling face.
"Hey!" Kurt said simply, pulling the boy into a hug. Blaine squeezed him tightly, rubbing his back. Kurt pushed him further into the room, and closed the door behind them with his foot, Blaine's arms still wrapped around his waist.
"It's been so long!" He said in mock horror. The soprano giggled and leaned his forehead into Blaine's, surprised that he didn't have to pretend to be okay. He made him feel as though there was nothing in the world that could hurt him. The two boys pulled each other into a sweet kiss.
"I missed you today." He said loudly as Blaine pulled away, grabbing his hand.
"Come here, I want to show you something." He said, sitting Kurt down on the couch. "Don't move." Kurt muttered something in agreement as Blaine disappeared into their closet, throwing things onto the floor. There was a loud crash.
"Ow!" Blaine groaned. Kurt laughed.
"Do you need any help?" He asked.
"No thanks I'm fine," Blaine said sarcastically, "I found it anyway." He stepped back out of the closet holding a wrapped up box. Kurt raised his eyebrows, not wanting to accept a present from Blaine.
"Why-" He began to ask, wondering if it was their half anniversary.
"Just open it." He interrupted, sitting down next to Kurt. He handed him the box, and inched closer to his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around his shoulder. Kurt ripped the wrapping paper off and laughed aloud.
"Are you serious?" He asked, giggling. He opened the box and there it was: A Pinocchio Hummel figurine. Blaine laughed loudly next to him.
"I found it in my sister's room yesterday. I swear, it looks just like you!" Kurt could feel Blaine's chest shaking against his side as he laughed.
"That is not funny, Blaine!" He said, putting on his best diva act, but bursting into laughter nonetheless. He placed the fragile, porcelain figurine onto the table next to them and stared up at Blaine, smiling widely. Blaine knew how to make him laugh, and it was adorable.
"Come here..." Blaine said, pulling Kurt sideways, and making to pull him into a hug. Before he did, something caught his eye. "What's that?" He frowned, raising his eyebrows. Kurt shrugged, not knowing what Blaine was talking about. "There's dried blood on your arm, Kurt." His deep brown eyes bore into Kurt's soft green one's.
"Oh, I fell onto some ice and cut myself." Kurt said, blood draining from his face. He had forgotten to change in his car. Blaine was staring at him skeptically. He had never seen Kurt go so pale.
"Tell me the truth." Kurt stared at his feet. Blaine raised the boy's chin with his thumb and inspected his face closely now. "You've been crying." He said, noticing the slight puffiness of his eyes.
"Blaine, you're overreacting. I fell, and its cold outside...Not to mention I almost run over a cat! I was petrified." He said, laughing. Blaine let out a relieved chuckle as well, trying to believe his boyfriend.
"Kurt Hummel, always the humanitarian." He said, relaxing. Kurt knew that he was not entirely fooled at all, and decided to change the subject immediately.
"So where were we?" He asked unoriginally, pulling Blaine onto him. He looked down at Kurt's soft lips, and for a moment forgot all about his suspicions.
"Just about here I think." He smiled, smelling Kurt's cologne as he pulled their faces closer. He cupped Kurt's small face into his hands, and pressed their lips together. Kurt was triumphant.
No one had to know.
A/N: Very short chapter, but I've already started the next chapter and it should be up in a few hours. This chapter and the next were originally supposed to be one, but the pacing and mood felt off so here it is.
Hope you liked it (: