A/N: Alright, new chapter! I liked writing the Dalton kids as jokesters. Just because they're private school kids, doesn't mean they cant have fun, right?Enjoy (: And thank you all for reviewing, it makes my day!
"Warblers, quiet." Commanded Mr. Mays. The group of chatty boys immediately stopped talking. No one at Dalton disobeyed their teachers; there was a great sense of respect towards them. Kurt exchanged a look with Blaine and Wes. It was not often that he looked so stressed out.
"Sir, is everything okay?" A boy from the front row asked, noticing the small gray hairs appearing on his scalp.
"I'm fine, just a little tired, and worried." He said, taking a deep breathe. "Derrick Curswell has lost his voice." Every Warbler except for Kurt gasped, exploding into animated chatter at the news.
"I always hated that kid..." Wes grumbled underneath his breath, complaining about a sandbox incident from first grade.
"I'm sorry, why is this such a big deal?" Kurt asked Blaine, who was sitting beside him with his eyebrows furrowed.
"He's a prodigy. He sings a solo with us as background singers for the drama team's Christmas play each year. Half the audience is only there to hear him!" Blaine said, wondering how they were possibly going to sell any tickets this year. Kurt raised his eyebrows.
"Why doesn't someone else perform instead?" He asked. The entire room became silent when he said this, causing him to blush, embarrassed. Mr. Mays gave him a grave look.
"Because, Mr. Hummel, no one else in this school can hit a high C. Each year we do a mashup of songs, and the grand finale is that note. It's been a tradition for seventy years!" Mr. Mays slumped down into his chair. Kurt grimaced, he didn't know how important tradition was to the Warblers.
"Sir, excuse me, but I think I can hit a high C." Kurt mumbled quietly. All the Warblers turned to stare at him. He gulped. He could definitely hit the note on a good day, but he had never attempted it in front of an audience. He was teased enough as a child for his high voice, and Mr. Schue doubted his high F, dampening his hopes of ever singing it for glee club.
"Kurt. Piano. Now." He said, eyes twinkling. Blaine grabbed his hand and squeezed it before Kurt stood up and walked shakily towards the piano. This note was in the next octave above the high F in Defying Gravity that he had blown. He hesitated for a moment, and brought down his finger to hit the note on the piano. He imitated it exactly. He turned around to face the Warblers again.
"Was that okay?" He asked, biting his lip. Mr. Mays had tears in his eyes.
"Kurt, my new favorite student!" He said giving him a big hug. Kurt stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do with his forty year old teacher embracing him. The gawking Warblers all began to clap.
"We're saved! We're saved!" Wes screamed, rushing up to hug Kurt as well. Soon enough, there was a large dog pile on the tiny Warbler, and a great celebration. Dancing ensued.
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"I still don't understand why it's such a big deal." Kurt said that day at lunch. The cafeteria was filled with happy jubilation that their tradition had been preserved. Wes tried to answer, but ended up choking on his mashed potatoes instead. Blaine laughed, smacking him hard on the back.
"It's just the tradition aspect of it. Remember that bird we gave to you when you first arrived?" Blaine asked Kurt, who nodded in response. "Well, this is exactly like that. The last note's always been that high."
"You can't possibly tell me that in seventy years, this all boys school has had a student that can hit that note." Kurt said, disbelieving. His voice was rare, and everyone knew it.
"We're always able to find a replacement." Blaine said, understanding Kurt's confusion. "The performance is next weekend though, and it's hard finding a singer on such short notice. We're lucky to have you." He smiled at Kurt, reaching over to hold his hand.
"I'm lucky to have you." Kurt corrected him, eyes twinkling.
"Kurt, you're lucky you can sing like a girl, it's the only reason I keep you around-" Wes started before Kurt grabbed a fistful of peas from his plate and whipped them at his face. One of them was crushed on his white dress shirt, leaving an ugly green smudge. Wes raised his eyebrows at Kurt.
"You are going to pay for that, Hummel!" He yelled menacingly, sending a pile of mashed potatoes onto his neatly styled hair. The entire school turned to stare at the boys teasing and bickering.
"FOOD FIGHT!" Screamed a blonde student from the other side of the cafeteria. He stood up on his chair and threw his pie into a fresh mob of students.
"Oh my God, Blaine my hair!" Kurt screamed as deafening screams engulfed the small room. It could have been raining food. Kurt ducked down to crawl on the floor, where he curled up and tried to pick out the mashed potatoes from his hair. A splash of soup that came from nowhere wet his dress shirt, and he groaned. There was no escaping the chaos. He looked up and saw Blaine laughing and shoving Tabasco sauce down Wes' throat as a pile of frosting hit him square in the head.
"Madness, this is madness!" Kurt said to himself. How could no one be worried about their hair? Wes jumped onto the table screaming and flailing, ham stuck to his chest. Blaine choked, laughing at his friend.
"What's wrong with you?" He screamed over the mob of yelling students.
"I'm a vegetation!" Wes cried. "Get me out of here!" Blaine stood up, and spotted Kurt. He ducked down and crawled under the table to where he sat hidden.
"Let's get back to the dorm!" He screamed, grabbing Kurt's hand.
"What?" He asked.
"LET'S GET BACK TO THE DORM!" He repeated, almost slipping in some butter. Kurt laughed, and grabbed him by the arm. They stood up and ran towards the cafeteria exit, stepping on cakes and platters as they went. It was impossible to get there without being hit by a variety of foods. Blaine reached the door and raced out with Kurt and Wes trailing behind him. Shockingly, no one else was making a run for it. The boys shut the door behind them, and found themselves standing in the clean hallway dripping with sauce's and desserts.
"Shit..." Wes muttered to himself. Blaine raised his eyebrows. "I think someone stuffed Chinese food down my pants..." Kurt laughed loudly at this.
"Hush, we could get in trouble for messing the place up." Blaine said, taking Kurt's hand and walking down the hallway with him.
"Mr. Stewart?" A drawling voice asked from behind them. The three boys turned around to see their strict, aging principal glaring at them. "What in the name of God is going on in there?" He fixed his tie, preparing to go in.
"A food fight sir, we were just trying to get out while we could." Blaine said innocently, his voice rising about an octave to enhance this. The principal seemed to decide that they looked guilt-free enough, and opened the door, charging in as if going to war.
"Wes, you're lucky Blaine was here or you would have been so dead." Kurt said, speeding down the hallway again, eager to wash the food out of his hair immediately.
"I'm pretty sure you were the one who threw the first pea." Wes corrected. Blaine smirked at him, pointing at a piece of meat dangling from his ear. Wes screamed and threw it to the floor. Kurt laughed extremely loudly at this.
"Wes, you're such a baby!" He said, shaking uncontrollably. Wes caught up with him and gave him a light smack on the arm.
"OW!" He gasped, rubbing it with his other hand. Blaine looked at him curiously.
"I didn't even hit you hard man, now who's a baby?" Wes said triumphantly before seeing the slight glaze of tears in Kurt's eyes for the few short seconds they were there.
"What's up?" Blaine asked. He knew Wes would never hit him that hard. His small porcelain friend shrugged.
"Uh, he just caught me by surprise." Kurt said, laughing off the pain. "Doesn't even hurt that much." Blaine looked at him suspiciously, but before he had a chance to pursue the subject, they had reached their dorms.
"Night, ladies." Wes said, skipping along happily to his dorm on the other side of theirs. Blaine giggled watching him go. Kurt unlocked their door with his roommate's keys, and stepped inside gratefully. Blaine followed him and locked the door behind them. He turned Kurt around, leaning up against the wall, and placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders.
"Kurt..." He said seriously. He saw his friend gulp. "Do you want to go out on a date with me tonight?" He finished, smiling. Kurt's heart was beating quickly. Partly because he was going to spend the night out with Blaine, and partly because he thought that Blaine had caught why his arm had hurt so much. It was badly bruised from three nights ago, when Karofsky had put his entire weight on it. Infact, most of his body was blue and purple. The Dalton pants and long dark blazers covered most of this up, thankfully.
"Yes, I think I do," He said, smiling back at his boyfriend. "but I think I'll shower first, if that's alright?" Kurt motioned to the hardening mashed potatoes in his hair and giggled. Blaine smiled.
"I think it's very sexy." He teased. "I should probably wash myself off too. Shall we?" He strolled towards the bathroom casually. Kurt followed hesitantly. There were two showers with very thick curtains, but he didn't want to risk Blaine catching a glimpse of even his back. It had a large yellow bruise on it from when he was thrown to the ground. He sighed, picking up a towel from their dresser, and entered the bathroom. Blaine's food stained clothing was already thrown on the ground casually, and Kurt could hear the other shower running. He looked over to make sure Blaine was in the shower, and sure enough he could see some movement behind the curtain. He stripped quickly, piling his clothing onto Blaine's and rushed into his own shower. He made sure his curtain hid as much as it could, not wanting to risk even a crack remaining uncovered. The water warm soothed his aching skin. He didn't want to think about Karofsky, and instead concentrated on grinding the food out of his hair, and lathering it with soap. Once his body was clean, and the last of the shampoo was out of his hair, he turned the water off. He would have to get dry and dressed before styling his hair or Blaine would surely notice the marks all over his body.
"Blaine?" He called out hesitantly from inside the shower.
"Right here, Kurt." Called his voice from the other.
"Nevermind." Kurt said, relieved that he was not finished yet. He sprinted out from behind the curtain and raced to wrap his body up in a towel, drying himself quickly. He let the towel fall, and pulled his boxers on, followed by his trademark dark washed skinny jeans. He was about to reach for his maroon cashmere sweater when he heard the sound of running water stop from beside him. Blaine was finished.
"Shit, shit, shit!" He said quietly to himself, running out of the bathroom with his last article of clothing. He slammed the door shut, hoping Blaine didn't notice, and pulled the thick Armani sweater on with haste.
"Was that you?" He heard Blaine's voice ask from inside of the bathroom.
"Uh, yeah. Sorry, I slammed the door accidentally." Kurt said, relieved he hadn't been caught. He walked back towards the bathroom and opened the door. Blaine was standing there, pulling his socks on, but otherwise completely dressed.
"I'm ready to go." Blaine said, smiling widely at Kurt. He felt his heart flutter before answering.
"Could I do my hair first?" He asked, putting on his best pout. Blaine laughed, and bent down to open the bottom drawer under the sink. He pulled out the hairdryer, and plugged it into the wall, aiming it menacingly at his boyfriend.
"Come on," He said, staring at Kurt's hesitant expression, "it'll be quicker this way." Kurt sighed and stepped forward, shivers running up his spine when Blaine ran his hands through Kurt's damp hair. He skillfully grabbed a comb, and ran it through his hair while drying it carefully. Before it was completely dry, he turned the hair-blower off and grabbed the bottle of gel from the counter. He squeezed some of it onto his palms, and rubbed them together.
"If you mess up my hair, I'm breaking up with you." Kurt said, giggling. Blaine leaned forward and kissed him on the nose, running his hands through Kurt's hair. He combed it through again and backed away, turning to wash his hands in the sink.
"There you have it." He said. Kurt was confused, there was no way he had gotten his hair done in five minutes.
"Oh my God," Kurt said, staring into the mirror, "how did you do that?" Blaine laughed.
"It's a skill...Now let's go, I want to take you out to a movie." Kurt smiled and followed Blaine out of the bathroom. They both grabbed their coats, and headed out into the hallway. There were small pieces of Chinese noodles trailing all the way to Wes' dorm. Blaine let out a little chuckle, and Kurt only laughed harder and harder as they made their way to the parking lot. "What is wrong with you?" Blaine asked, laughing at his giggling boyfriend, walking towards Kurt's Toyota.
"Wes is such an idiot!" He said. Blaine raised his eyebrows at him as he opened the passenger door for him. "Well, that and I'm happy...that you're with me, that is." Kurt finished, stepping into the car and sitting down. Blaine walked to the drivers seat, and got into the old, but admirable car.
"You're adorable." He said, putting Kurt's keys in the ignition and starting the car up. He pulled out of the parking space, and began to drive with one hand on the steering wheel, the other wrapped in Kurt's fingers.
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The drive to the movie theatre was uneventful. Blaine was a very good driver, and got them there in ample time. They didn't speak much, but neither of them minded. The silence was comfortable, rather than awkward.
"So what are we seeing?" Kurt asked as they walked hand in hand into the theatre. A young woman gave them a piercing gaze. Kurt decided to ignore her.
"Can we watch Tangled? Please?" Blaine pleaded, having a strong obsession with Disney movies. Kurt agreed, even though he was desperate to see Harry Potter again. As they waited in line, whispering things into each others ear, the woman that had stared at them before began to glare. Neither of the two boys noticed.
"Two tickets for Tangled, please." Kurt said politely when it was their turn to buy tickets. Blaine had recently gone go buy popcorn while Kurt grabbed the fresh, inky tickets. He walked over to where he could see Blaine with a small bag of popcorn, mixed with peanut butter cups and Redvines. He had odd taste when it came to food.
"You ready?" Blaine asked, leading him into the theatre for their first date. Kurt smiled and nodded happily. It was cheesy, and just like you would expect. That was why it was perfect in his eyes. For the first time in his life, he felt like a normal teenager, having a normal date with his boyfriend. He had dreamt about something tacky like this ever since he had a crush on Finn.
"Theatre one. Enjoy your show." Said the monotone worker as he violently ripped off half of their tickets off and handed the remains back to them. Blaine raced down the long "passageway" to the theatre room, Kurt trailing behind him, laughing.
"You had too much coffee this morning." He said. Blaine flashed his dentist smile at Kurt, waiting for him to enter the theater.
"I love going to the movies, it's one of my favorite places to be." He said. Kurt stepped inside the dark room, and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Blaine was unable to contain himself and stumbled through the darkness dragging Kurt along with him. The previews had just started.
"Blaine, I have no idea where I'm going!" He half whispered, half yelled.
"That's what makes it fun-" Blaine said, before there was a loud splash. "Shit! I dropped the drink!" Kurt laughed out loud, and his boyfriend joined in as well. There were not many people in the theatre, as it was a midday showing, so they didn't have to worry about annoying anybody.
"Right here!" Kurt said, pointing to the middle isle. Blaine let him go first, and sat down to his right on the sticky, yet strangely comfortable seats. He leaned back to stare at Kurt, content.
"Don't kill me, but I think the popcorn went down with the drinks..." He confessed. Kurt laughed, throughly enjoying himself. Throughout the next fifteen minutes, the theatre became increasingly crowded. Blaine suspected it was because all the kid's were going to see it with their parents before it was their bedtime. The previews passed quickly, Kurt holding Blaine's hand. When the movie began, and the room became dark, Blaine reached over to place his hand onto Kurt's knee. To his surprise when he did this, the shorter boy winced and pulled away.
"Sorry," He mumbled, "sore spot." He cursed David Karofsky in his head. He had gotten in the way of Blaine touching him.
"What did I do wrong?" Blaine thought, not convinced that he was simply "sore." Kurt sensed this and leaned over to rest his head on Blaine' shoulder.
"Ooh, look it's starting!" He whispered, watching Blaine's eyes light up. Sure enough, the large Disney logo had appeared on the screen. To be honest, Kurt didn't really pay attention to the movie, simply chuckling along with the rest of the crowd when they did. He was too preoccupied with his thoughts.
"I'm on a date with Blaine Stewart. I'm on a date with Blaine Stewart. I'm on a date with Blaine Stewart!" He repeated to himself, feeling eternally lucky. His entire body was still sore, but at least he had this one, truly amazing thing in his life. His friends and family were just as important, but they were an hour drive away, and it was comforting to know he had someone at Dalton.
"Like it so far?" Blaine whispered, smiling as a funny part came on. Kurt was plucked out of his daydreaming.
"Oh, yeah. It's great." He whispered back, forging attentiveness.
"Will they shut up?" Someone whispered loudly to their left. Kurt grimaced.
"As is there aren't dozens of toddlers throwing tantrums right now..." He thought to himself. This was entirely true, many of the parents had to take their children out of the room kicking and screaming. He decided not to speak to Blaine again nonetheless, annoyed with the woman. He looked closer at her and realized she was the same damn woman from the theatre lineup. Blaine noticed this too, and leaned over to whisper into Kurt's ear.
"Lets call her Deceptacon." He laughed. Kurt giggled and nodded in agreement. What a fitting name. He glanced at his watch, they were only halfway through the movie. Kurt closed his eyes, leaning further into Blaine, listening to the speaking parts. He never wanted this movie to end. Several minutes later, Kurt looked up at him.
"Can I be a Transformer?" He asked. Blaine silently chuckled, nodding his head in agreement. For a few seconds they stared at each other, and Blaine leaned down to gently press his lips to Kurt's for a quick but passionate kiss. They then both turned to continue and watch the movie.
"No, that's fucking disgusting, I didn't come here to have to sit through some fags making out." Said the Deceptacon woman, arguing with someone. Kurt flushed, embarrassed.
"She should be watching the movie then..." Blaine said quietly, so that only Kurt could hear. Kurt didn't say anything, tensing up. He was usually strong, but for some reason the fact that a stranger had ruined his perfect date made him feel hurt. He blinked back frustrated tears, and actually began to watch the movie, determined to ignore her. When he turned to look at her again, she was still staring at them.
"Blaine, I want to go." He said as silently as he could. His boyfriend raised his eyebrows at him.
"You can't let her bother her, just don't think about it." He said, completely unfazed. Kurt sighed, and willed himself not to speak, ignoring her. The rest of the movie passed in a blur, after Kurt got into the storyline. It turned out to be a very good movie, and he was even disappointed when the credits began to roll. He leaned up from Blaine, and stood up.
"That was really good." He said, hands in pockets. Blaine nodded, and began to reminisce about all the comedic parts of the film, and Kurt laughed along with him.
"Come on, let's go back." Blaine said, also standing up. They edged out of the isle, and Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulder, looking pointedly away from Deceptacon. On the way back to the car, Kurt noticed that most people smiled at them. He felt his heart rise; he had nothing to be ashamed of. Just as they stepped out of cinema, and into the parking lot, Blaine's phone rang. He sighed when he saw the caller ID.
"Hello, Wes." He said, as Kurt laughed to himself. "No, you weren't invited...I'm sorry are you a part of the relationship too, now?" Blaine asked laughing. Wes buzzed something in response. "So you are...I'm telling your girlfriend!...Whatever, I'll see you later tonight, we're on our way back." Blaine hung up, shoving the phone back into his pocket and grinning.
"I love him, but sometimes I could strangle him." Kurt admitted. "So he's basically like a brother." Blaine agreed, and found their car.
"I'll race you!" He yelled, running towards the Toyota at full speed. Kurt was surprised at how quickly he ran. Blaine didn't seem athletic.
"Blaine, wait! I'm not physically fit!" He screamed, jogging behind him. Several people laughed at them. When he finally reached the car, he was panting.
"Weren't you a cheerleader and a football player?" He asked, laughing at how out of breath he was. Kurt shrugged, not wanting to talk about his cheerleading days, and opened the passenger door. Blaine sat himself onto the drivers seat, and started the car. He pressed the "play" button on the radio, and listened to the music that began to emit from it. Kurt blushed.
"It's old, but it was my moms favorite." He admitted as they drove away from the theatre. Blaine looked at him in surprise.
"I love this song!" It was "Come Josephine in my Flying Machine." Kurt had sung along to it to soothe himself after he was attacked by Karofsky. Blaine reached over to hold Kurt's hand and began to sing along as they sped down the highway.
"Up, up, a little bit higher. Oh my, the moon is on fire!" He sang. Eventually Kurt joined in, feeling lucky to be in his position. They hummed their way all the way back to Dalton. By the time they had gotten there, Kurt had turned on a Christmas station.
"I really can't stay..." He sang under his breath.
"But baby it's cold outside!" Blaine joined in more confidentially. Kurt turned to smile at him, surprised for some reason that he knew the song.
"I've got to go away." He sang louder this time.
"But baby, it's cold outside!" Blaine sang louder in mock horror. Kurt laughed, and would have kept going if they weren't already in the Dalton parking lot with the car turned off.
"Perhaps we should go inside." He said, not wanting to get out of the car. Blaine reluctantly agreed, and opened the door, letting the icy air get into the car. Kurt shivered, huddling in his jacket and stepped outside too. Blaine turned to him as they walked towards the school.
"Did I do good?" He asked, fumbling with his keys at the door. Kurt smiled.
"You did perfectly, thank you." He replied, stomach filling with butterflies. Blaine finally got the door open, and they stepped into the school. It was only 6 p.m, but it had gotten dark outside. Blaine hated December weather.
"Ahem." Said a voice in front of them. They looked up to see Wes staring at them, with an amused expression on his face.
"What do you want, Wes?" Blaine teased as the three of them began to climb the mountainous stairs.
"I would just like to know if you were safe." He winked. Kurt blushed.
"Yes, we put on our seat-belts on the way to the theatre." He blurted out, not wanting to stay on this subject for long.
"You're just jealous that you didn't get to be a third wheel." Blaine accused. Wes laughed in response.
"I like going out with you guys better than I like going out with Amy." He admitted, talking about his girlfriend. They turned to stroll down their dorm hallway, arguing about whether Wes was a good boyfriend or not.
"Can I come in?" He asked as Blaine and Kurt hovered outside of their dorm. He gave them his signature puppy dog pout. Kurt almost let him.
"I think I want to be alone with Kurt right now." Blaine said, saving them. Wes pretended to be hurt and walked away, wagging his eyebrows at them. Kurt smirked, and opened the door.
"It's nice to be home." He said before he could stop himself. Blaine closed the door behind him and walked across the room to sit on his bed.
"Home?" He asked, beaming. Kurt thought about it again, and yes. This school had become his second home.
"Yeah, I'd say so." He said. Blaine patted the spot next to him, inviting Kurt to sit down. "I think I'll take a shower..." He said, much to Blaine's disappointment.
"Didn't you just have one?" He asked. Kurt shrugged.
"I think I got gum in my hair from the seats!" He said, feeling like Ms. Pillsbury. Blaine laid back down onto his bed, and it took all of Kurt's willpower not to do the same next to him. "I'll be quick." He promised.
"Its okay, I'll wait." Blaine replied, watching Kurt walk into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He turned to pick up his Ipod, and realized he had left it in his food stained Dalton pants thrown onto the bathroom floor. He stood up and made his way towards it before Kurt began to shower. Kurt was humming to himself as the took his shirt off, and thew it carelessly onto the floor. He was about to begin fumbling with his pant zipper when the door behind him opened. He gasped to himself, thinking he had locked the door.
"Sorry, Kurt." He said, glancing at his boyfriend. "I just wanted to get-" Blaine cut himself off in mid-sentence, gaping at Kurt's naked upper body. He had a bruise on his right forearm, elbows, and shoulders. It looked as though someone had tackled him onto a bed of rocks. Kurt noticed him staring and immediately plastered a smile onto his face.
"It's nothing, I just fell..." He said hopelessly. Blaine gave him a cold look.
"Take your pants off." He said. Kurt tried to protest when Blaine walked over and pulled them off in one fluid motion, leaving him naked except for his boxers. His eyes traced the bruises on his knees and the especially deep one on his right shin. Kurt's lip trembled as he quickly pulled his pants back on, trying to zip them up as if it would make Blaine forget about what he had just seen.
"Blaine, it's really-" He tried to say as he grabbed his sweater and pulled it back over his head. His boyfriend had left the room. Kurt followed him back out of the bathroom, and saw him grabbing his cellphone. "Who are you-" He started to ask.
"I'm calling your dad." He said, dialing the number. Kurt raced forward and grabbed the phone out of his hand.
"Blaine you don't have too. I'm fine." He said. Blaine gave him a hurt look.
"You didn't tell him either? You didn't tell anybody?" He asked, worry flooding his eyes.
"It's just a few bruises." He said, eyes glazed with tears.
"Kurt, please. Don't lie to me." Blaine said, putting his hands gently on Kurt's shoulders. "This happened the night you came back from your dad's." He stated, not asked.
"Well, yeah." He admitted, losing his composure. Blaine sighed.
"What happened?" He asked, still giving Kurt an intimidating stare.
"Well, when I left Mercedes' house, I did almost run over a cat, which freaked me out. So I pulled over next to a gas station...and it was really dark." Kurt said, voice starting to shake. He couldn't look at Blaine. "So I went to go buy something, but Karofsky was there, pumping gas into his car and-" Kurt stuttered, tears overflowing from his eyes. "It really wasn't that big of a deal, he pushed me twice, and kicked me once. I just happened to land on some glass so my elbow bled a little." He continued to stare at his feet, letting everything out. "I ran, and he didn't follow. I gave my parents the same story I gave you."
"Why didn't you tell anybody? Blaine asked. Kurt wished he would stop being so cold, it was frightening him.
"I didn't want anybody to worry about me." He whimpered, more tears streaming down his cheeks. He finally looked up at Blaine and saw that his face was flooded with worry.
"If I ever see him again-" He started, but was cut off by a sob from Kurt. He let his anger at Karofsky fade, and pulled Kurt onto the bed. He sat him on his lap, and cradled him like a child.
"I'm so sorry, Blaine." He cried into Blaine's shoulder. He tried to control his shaking, but couldn't. All the pain and fright he had kept hidden under the surface for the past few days had all begun to surface. Blaine rubbed his hands on Kurt's back soothingly.
"You're okay, Kurt. Everything's okay." He comforted. "If anything like this ever happens again, I want you to tell me." Kurt nodded into Blaine's shoulder.
"I feel so bad." He said simply. Blaine rocked him back and forth.
"I'm right here, Kurt. He won't hurt you anymore." He whispered. "Don't let yourself go out alone like that again. You really scared me."
"I'm sorry! I was going to try to tell you, but I couldn't." He cried, looking up at Blaine. He was relieved to see the anger had gone from his face, and had been replaced with a soft look.
"Don't worry about it anymore, it's over." He said. "Why don't you call you dad and tell him?" He suggested. Kurt shook his head, eyes red and puffy.
"I'm not ready to." Blaine gave him an understanding look.
"I love you, Kurt." He murmured, taking his boyfriend by surprise. Blaine had never told him that before. "I love you, and I want you to know that you don't need to hide anything from me." Kurt half smiled, and wiped away his tears on his shirt. Blaine leaned into him, kissing him slowly and softly. His lips were salty with tears, but more importantly he tasted like Kurt.
"Thank you." He said, relieved Blaine wasn't mad at him. They sat there, intertwined, for the rest of the night. Kurt fell asleep under Blaine's soothing kisses and large arms. For now, he was okay.
A/N: This chapter just refused to be completed! I wrote for hours. I wish there had been more Wes, I love him so. Hope you liked it! I need to stop telling you guys when the next chapter will be up, because my internet always seems to go out, or something else comes up. But watch out for one very soon (:
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