A/N: Let there be Wes. I am much more excited about this than I should be. Look at this long chapter! All for you, my lovely readers. A reward for making my life awesome. This would have been up yesterday, but twelve of the pages I wrote disappeared. THAT PUT ME IN A RAGE. IT WAS THE MADDEST I'VE EVER BEEN! I rewrote them just for you guys though. *sigh* I love you all (:
December the thirty-first.
It was Kurt's last day home. Christmas was gone, and with it went the stresses of last minute shopping and maintaing a slim figure. Of course, there was still New Years Eve to celebrate, but Burt had allowed Kurt and Blaine to leave Lima early and enjoy the celebrations at Dalton. Classes returned on January the third, but it was yet another school tradition for the students to return to campus early, and "get their freak on." (Wes' words, not Blaine's.)
The five of them were sitting in the living room, huddled around the television, watching a movie of Finn's choice. Kurt insisted on "The Little Mermaid" solely to listen to Blaine sing along to the songs, but gave in because Burt wanted to watch the monstrosity of a film as well. They were lucky it was Kurt's last day there, and he put up with it because he would miss them. Finn was on his dads armchair, and the remaining four of them were on the large couch.
"Kurt, if you really hated this movie as much as you say you do, you would be in your room, listening to Betty Straysand or something." Burt grumbled, eyes wide and excited. A car had just blown up. The director found it necessary to replay this scene with about ten different angle shots.
"I want to spend some time around you before I leave!" He defended, sighing. The things he put up for his family. Not even Mercedes could make him sit through something this mind rotting.
"It's okay, I'm bored too." Blaine whispered, so that only he could hear. Kurt smiled, and decided to do something he had never done before: warm up to Blaine in front of his father. It wasn't as though he wasn't allowed to, but papa-bear Burt always glared at the slightest contact. Surely though, he had accepted that Kurt wasn't a child anymore.
"We don't have to pay attention to the movie. It's dark anyways." He whispered back, sliding off the couch and onto the carpet. There was another flash of light as a helicopter burst into flames, allowing Kurt to see everyone's expressions before it went dark again. Nobody had noticed his movement, and Blaine looked confused.
"What are you-" He tried to ask, but Kurt put a finger to his lips, indicating him to stop talking. The pale boy, almost glowing in the darkness, sat himself in-between Blaine's legs, head resting against his boyfriend knee's. He could feel Blaine's feet shake with silent laughter as he realized what he was trying to do.
Blaine leaned forward to run his hands through Kurt's hair, and massaged his shoulders. "There." Kurt thought to himself, pleased. "This is much better than having to watch shallow characters blow each other up." They sat like that for the rest of the film, Kurt leaning against Blaine's knees, having his hair tousled and shoulders massaged. Nobody noticed the sighs of contentment they were emitting, except for Carole. She looked over a few times, catching Kurt's eye and grinning widely. He smiled sheepishly back. Slight awkwardness aside, he let his eyes close as Blaine quietly sang things into his ear.
"When you wish...upon a star..." He whispered, not having to worry about annoying the others. There was a particularly loud gun show going on at the moment, and only Kurt could hear him. He chuckled as Blaine's voice tickled his ear.
"I love Pinocchio..." He admitted, keeping his eyes closed. Kurt remembered the small, Pinocchio Hummel figurine that Blaine had given him the night Karofsky attacked him. It was now perched on his nightstand, always the last thing he saw before falling asleep. It was a reminder that Blaine was always there for him; at Dalton and at home.
"If your heart...is in your dreams..." He sang. Kurt felt himself melt. "No request is too extreme..." His eyes were droopy, and his mind was lulled into rest by Blaine's soothing voice. He quickly fell asleep.
"Your dreams...they come true..."
...
"Hey, wake up." Somebody breathed into his ear. Kurt jumped as if shocked, and took in his surroundings. He was in the living room, and the credits of the film Finn insisted on seeing were just beginning to play.
"How long was I out for?" He asked Blaine, who had resumed with the hair-playing.
"About thirty minutes. The movie was almost over anyways..." He trailed off, smiling. It was then that the lights flicked on, momentarily blinding them. Kurt rubbed his eyes, feeling wide awake now. It was boredom, not tiredness that caused him to drift off.
"I didn't notice you move, Kurt." Burt said gruffly, eyeing the two boys. They both froze, not knowing whether to smile or run for their lives. Much to their surprise, Burt shot them an awkward thumbs up and quickly left the room.
"Well that turned out better than I expected." Kurt blushed. Carole laughed at this while Finn also left the room, muttering something about going to see Burt.
"You know he doesn't mind of you get close." She said. The two boys snorted in response. "He's happy for you. He's glad that you're dating, it's just that to him you're still his little boy. He's protective of you."
"He should get used to it..." Kurt grumbled, grinning nonetheless. So Burt didn't hate Blaine. Well, that made things much less distressing.
"I think he is. Give him time." She gave them both a warm smile and left the room to give them privacy. Kurt felt tugging at his scalp.
"You're the only person I've ever let touch my hair." He said, a little awestruck. "Except for my mom of course."
"Hmm." Blaine said thoughtfully. "Maybe thats why Burt didn't kill me."
"He's not about to hurt you." He chuckled at his boyfriends fright of his father.
"I know, and I think he's fantastic." He cleared his throat before continuing. "But it's not wise groping someone's son when they've seen him go through so much."
"What do you mean?" Kurt stood up, sore from sitting on the floor, and plopped himself back next to the other dark haired boy.
"He's seen you go through the loss of a parent, coming out, being bullied..." Blaine grabbed one of Kurt's hands, and played with the it while speaking.
"I still don't understand how this relates." Kurt gave him a blank stare.
"When you date somebody, and open up to them, you're asking for rejection." Blaine explained, looking straight into the beautiful, crystal clear, blue eyes across from him. "When you fall in love, you give yourself to that person. That means this other person has such a large piece of you, that they could easily break it. I would assume your dad is worried about you risking that...He doesn't want us to rush into anything, so that I don't...break you. I don't think he thinks you could handle something that painful, after all you've been through. He wouldn't want to see you depressed."
"But..." Kurt pondered this. He had never thought about the fact that Blaine would ever leave him, or hurt him. The idea was absurd.
"If you saw somebody you love go through so much, you wouldn't want them vulnerable to more pain, would you?" He added, wanting Kurt to get the picture.
"I understand that. But I never thought about it. I assumed we would just...be together." Kurt frowned, not enjoying that they were talking about hurting each other.
"Oh I don't plan on breaking up with you. Or at least I can't see that happening." Blaine chuckled, breaking into a wide smile that showed off his dentist teeth. "You're important to me. Your dad is just hesitant about seeing you in a situation that could hurt you. I doubt it will though." He took their intertwined hands, and kissed them.
"I see. Except he's forced to be happy for me, because I'm happy." Kurt smiled. "You're such a Yoda, you know that right?"
"My moms a physiologist." He said, smiling this goofy smile at Kurt.
"Really?" Blaine nodded. "And why are you looking at me like that?" He teased, giggling.
"You make me happy." Again with the goofy smile. Kurt wondered why he had to be so adorable. He wasn't quite sure how to respond to that, so instead he leaned in and pecked him on the lips.
"Let's go get packed, okay?"
"Mkay."
They left the room, feeling different from when they had walked in. Some things Blaine had said got Kurt thinking.
"Oh I don't plan on breaking up with you..Or at least I can't see that happening...You're important to me...You make me happy..."
Blaine had gone out of his way to make Kurt feel better about himself. Who had driven two hours from Westerville to Lima twice a week for a month? Blaine. Who had countlessly told the other how much he loved him? Blaine. Who had stood up for him in front of Karofsky? Who had met his parents? Who gave him advice?
Blaine, Blaine, and Blaine. This made Kurt feel guiltier than he thought it would have. He wasn't ready to use the word "love" yet, and that wasn't his fault. But there had to be something he could do to prove to Blaine that he needed him, and that he was one of the most important things in his life right now. He may have not been as open about these feelings as Blaine was, but that did not mean they were not there.
"I'll show him." Kurt thought to himself. "I'll show him how much he means to me."
Blaine probably already knew how much Kurt cared for him.
But he didn't care. He was going to show him one day, soon, and dammit, it was going to be spectacular.
...
"We'll see you in two weeks then, baby." Carole murmured into Kurt's ear, hugging him tightly. She may not be his mother, but to him she smelt like home.
"You can let go now Carole, I'll be fine." He laughed, giving her one last squeeze before pulling away. She had locked him in a death-grip for the past five minutes. She smiled and they both turned to see Burt and Finn saying goodbye to Blaine. Again, he was in guy mode. They exchanged brief one armed hugs, and slapped each other on the backs. Once this was over, Kurt ran up to his dad, throwing his arms around his neck.
"Bye, dad. I'll call you sometime next week." He whispered, gripping his dad with more force than one should exert when hugging a sick person.
"Okay, I'll be here. Oh and kid..." He lowered his voice so that only Kurt could hear what he said next. "Blaine's a good kid. Bring him over for a game sometime."
"Thanks, I will." He beamed in response, letting go unwillingly.
"See you, Kurt." Finn said, giving him a wide smile, which the smaller boy returned graciously.
"Come on Carole, let him breathe!" He commanded his step-mother, who refused to let go of his boyfriend. She gave him a pat on the head before letting him chuckle and separate himself from her.
"Thanks again for having me." Blaine smiled, always the polite one. There was a murmur of "thank-you's" and "come again soon's" and "have a safe trip's" before the pair were opening the door, and stepping out into the cold December air. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand, and they walked down the porch with their bags.
"Kurt, call me later man!"
"Drive safely, kids!"
"See you soon sweetheart!"
The three family members at the door waved and shouted out their goodbye's one more time as the two boys made it to their car. They turned around and waved back with large smiles before opening the car doors, and stepping inside.
"Your family is wonderful, really." Blaine said, shutting the door behind him and digging into his pockets for the keys. Kurt was doing up his seatbelt and locking the passenger door when he answered.
"I'm glad you came. This was really fun." He smiled. They looked up at the house again, and raised their hands in farewell to Carole who refused to leave the door until they were gone. Burt and Finn must have already accepted that Kurt was going to be gone for two weeks. His step-mother though, felt as though they were being separated for life. (Burt would later tell her how adorable her worry for Kurt was, much to Finn's discomfort and awkwardness.)
"I got lucky. They didn't seem to hate me." Blaine said, turning the car on, and pulling out of the driveway. Kurt gave him an incredulous look.
"They loved you! How could anybody not like you?" He spluttered.
"Well, there's the whole gay thing." He joked, driving down the snowy street.
"That isn't your fault, that's just other people's ignorance." Kurt explained, before smiling at him. "Other than that you've got perfect grades, you play the piano, you sing, you're polite..."
"Why thank you Kurt Hummel, but I could say the same things about you." Blaine said, still not understanding how Kurt saw him as perfect. "I'm far from ideal."
"Whatever Blaine." He was defeated. His perfect boyfriend was being stubborn. Why couldn't he accept and be thankful for the talent he was given? Kurt was bothered by his lack of self-confidence. It was as though he had transformed into a teenage girl, unable to believe how pretty she is. For the next ten minutes they drove in awkward silence. Had they just fought? No, it was a disagreement. Even simpler than that, Kurt was simply frustrated at Blaine's self-ignorance. That was it. Frustration.
"Would you mind putting on a CD?" Blaine asked, several minutes later. Kurt nodded, desperate to ease the uncomfortable quiet. He grabbed the first disk he could find and jammed it into the player. It was the "Across the Universe" soundtrack, a collection of Beatles covers. They were his mothers favorite band, and though she died before Across the Universe was released, he knew she would have loved the different spins on her old favorites.
"The Beatles okay with you?" Kurt asked, not wanting to annoy Blaine with music he didn't like.
"Oh I love them! They're my favorite band." He said, smiling as "Dear Prudence" came on. "I adore this song!"
"Really?" Kurt raised a teasing eyebrow. "I always pinned you for a Katy Perry fan."
"She's second." Blaine blushed. "I would go straight for her."
"Too much information!" Kurt laughed, letting out the occasional snort. Blaine chuckled along with him, and held his hand. This further confirmed Kurt's belief that they had not just had a fight.
"The sun is up, the sky is blue..." He sang, eyeing Kurt to see if he would continue the song. He did not disappoint.
"It's beautiful, and so are you." He smiled, blue eyes twinkling.
"Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play!" They finished in unison, letting the rest of the song go on by itself. Kurt sighed, content. There was nothing he loved more than the sound of his voice harmonizing with Blaine's. It was effortless.
"My sister was named after this song." Blaine said, making a left. They were passing McKinley High now.
"Really?" He raised his eyebrows. The other boy nodded.
"Yup, her name's Prudence." He continued to hum along to the song nonchalantly. Kurt found himself becoming down. How well did he know Blaine, really? Finn of all people had to tell him that he loved Disney classics, he hadn't even known what his favorite band was, and he knew one of his family members first names. Not to mention the fact that he had a boyfriend last year, which Kurt had been clueless about. He had assumed they were both new to this...Obviously not.
"You okay?" Blaine asked, noticing Kurt's frown.
"I don't know you at all, do I?" He replied sadly.
"What are you talking about?" He grimaced deeply, not expecting this conversation to crop up. Kurt took a deep breath.
"I didn't know you liked Disney movies, or your favorite band, or the fact that you've dated, or what your own sisters name is...We've been dating for months now, and you know all that about me." Kurt flushed in embarrassment. Why was he bringing this up? Was he trying to persuade Blaine to break up with him or something?
"Those are mundane things, Kurt." Blaine said, a smile creeping up on his face. "Sure you don't know my favorite animals, which happen to be Lemurs, or my cake preferences. Other than that, you are the only person in this world that can truly relate to me. We can relate on so many things, and I feel as though I can tell you anything. You know me better than anybody."
"Yeah, but..." Kurt stammered, feeling the frown on his face drip away.
"Exactly. Those things don't matter. You see me, and that means more than knowing trivial facts about my existence." Blaine squeezed his hand, and gave him a reassuring look. "I didn't know you were curious about those kind of things."
"I didn't realize that until now...It made me feel like I didn't know you." Kurt began to feel unbelievably stupid now. "Nevermind, that was just dumb of me. When you put it that way I feel as though I could write a book on you."
"You can ask me anything, Kurt." Blaine said earnestly, stopping at a red light. The pale boy considered this and blurted out the first question that came to mind.
"What's your favorite colour?"
"Red." Blaine answered automatically. Kurt was impressed. He had not once in his life been able to pick a colour he liked better than all others.
"Favorite type of music?" Blaine paused before answering this one.
"I love all music, except for mainstream rap." He said earnestly. "Tupac, and other oldies are fine though."
"You like Folk?" Kurt said incredulously.
"How can you not?" They both sniggered at this. Any tension that either of them may have felt before had disappeared.
"Celebrity crush?" Kurt continued, amused.
"Oh don't make me answer this!" Blaine groaned.
"Okay, I'll yell mine out and you yell yours out at the same time." He compromised. Blaine looked over to see his boyfriend pouting at him. How could he say no to those sea green eyes? Or were they crystal blue...
"Okay. One..." He gave in.
"Two..."
"Three"
"Leonardo DiCaprio!" They both shouted out in unison. There was a moment of silence before they burst into howls of laughter.
"But only in his Titanic days!" Blaine defended, trying to control his own blush. Kurt snorted.
"He is fine all the time." His eyes crinkled up now as he grinned. "Alright, so-"
"One more!" Blaine interrupted. If he allowed Kurt to keep on questioning him, things were bound to get embarrassing.
"Hmm..." He thought hard. He wanted to know something that nobody but Blaine could tell him. Something important to him. "Could you tell me about your family?" He asked finally. "Oh, and what's your middle name?"
"Oh sheesh." Blaine groaned. "Uhh, fine. It's Teagen." He wrinkled up his nose in distaste. He despised the name. Kurt on the other hand thought it was very fitting. Blaine Teagen Stewart.
"Its nice, I like it." He murmured, smiling tenderly.
"Why thank you, Kurt Elijah Hummel." He grinned widely at the suddenly mortified boy next to him.
"Who told you my middle name?" He demanded, eyes gradually turning stormy gray. Odd, the colors changed with his moods.
"Your dad. You fell asleep early one night and we talked for a good two hours." Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. At least they had bonded. He would have been upset if he suffered this embarrassment without any positive outcome involved.
"Well, that's acceptable..." He raised his eyebrows at Blaine before sinking into the back of his seat comfortably.
"Right my family. Well, first, you have to know we Stewarts are notorious for our epic middle names." He flashed a grin at Kurt. "First, at a startling one hundred and twenty pounds, hailing from-"
"Blaine, you nerd!" Kurt laughed, scrunching his face up. His boyfriend laughed.
"Okay, okay. There's my older sister, named Prudence Olivia Margret Stewart." He smiled at Kurt's incredulous expression. "Yeah, those are only two of the five middle names she has."
"Woah." He gasped. "That is so cool."
"I guess, yeah." Blaine replied. "She's eighteen years old, and graduating from high school next year. She helped me come out, and has since made up for that random act of kindness by embarrassing me to no ends."
"She sounds nice." Kurt smiled, immediately liking her. She had accepted Blaine. Bonus points for her. "Does she have plans for College?"
"She's going to the University of Toronto next year."
"You don't want her to?" Kurt guessed, sensing his displeasure.
"Well she wants to be a pediatric surgeon at Sick Kids Hospital in Toronto, so I understand her wanting to head up there." He kept his eyes on the road before answering. "But its pretty far away, I think I might miss her after three years."
"Oh Blaine." Kurt teased. "That is so cute!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He grumbled amusedly. "Mind you, the fact that I love her does not make up for the fact that she is obnoxious and likes to ruin my life." Kurt shrugged.
"That's what siblings are for, right?" He joked. "I wish I had one...You know, somebody to have been there for me while..." Kurt didn't need to continue. They both knew he was talking about the fact that Blaine had an accepting sister while he was struggling with coming to terms with his orientation. That would have saved Kurt years of worrying about what others would think of him. Finn didn't exactly count, as he was more of an ex-crush, and new step-brother that had lived with them for a mere two months. There was something special about growing up with somebody who shared your blood. There was a bond.
"Then we have Sophie." Blaine cleared his throat, and continued. "Full name, Sophie June Lillian Stewart. She goes by Sophia, Soph, Juno, Junebug, Sunshine, Lily, Lillers, and Lilypad. It's always confusing when we have company over, because they have no idea who we're talking about." He chuckled.
"How old is she?" Kurt asked, intrigued.
"Just ten months old. She can say a few words and crawl, but mostly she just sits around looking adorable." Blaine had a look of clear adoration in his eyes, one that you can only get when looking at an infant, or puppy. Perhaps even somebody you were in love with, but nobody else. It was rare.
"And you love her." Kurt concluded. His boyfriend nodded. "I never thought of you as a baby type."
"I am not, actually. But she's special, if you had met her you would love her instantly." He looked incredibly carefree, talking about somebody he cherished so much. "She's this tiny little thing, the only one of us three kids that inherited my mothers blonde hair."
"She sounds...adorable." Kurt said, mesmerized. He had never even held a child before, and this was all fascinating to him. "What about your mother?" He went on, wanting to get through his entire family before they got to Dalton. He felt as though it made their relationship more personal, if they knew about each others families.
"My mommy is Clair Willow Stewart. She is...unique." Blaine noticed Kurt's expression and laughed before continuing. "She is loving, caring, accepting of me, and everything you could ask for. But she cannot cook, clean, or take care of herself at all. Its a wonder she decided to have kids."
"She sounds like my dad!" Kurt realized, wondering how on earth that family got along without a tidy person in the house.
"She is thirty-eight years old, and no matter how hard she tries, household chores are just not her forte." Blaine snickered at past memories of his mothers failed cooking attempts. "It's all Prudence, she does that stuff."
"That's interesting." Kurt smiled, staring at Blaine while he drove. "Could I ask you something more personal?" He looked away now, not wanting to see Blaine's expression. "You don't have to answer if it's something you would rather not talk about." Blaine gulped, prepared for the worst.
"You said you weren't close with your dad, but you never mentioned why. Is he why you don't go home for holidays?" He saw Blaine's face ease up again, relieved with the question.
"Oh it's nothing like that." He explained. "My dad was in the army for a long time. He wanted to stay, even after they let him go home. It's what he loves...Took him a long, long time to retire." Kurt mouthed an "oh" at him, glad this wasn't a homophobic horror story.
"I assumed he was-"
"No, he was accepting. But once he got home and finally got to meet me, we started from scratch. I was thirteen, and I can call him my friend. Not my dad though, no. We missed too much of each others lives to be close."
"Good, I worried that you had to go through something like that." Kurt said, playing with their fingers.
"You could have asked me." Blaine said. "I always make you tell me stories about your childhood or whatever."
"I don't want to ask you things, because they could make you uncomfortable." Kurt defended, pretending to be annoyed. Of course, he was still grinning with a goofy smile on his face. Only Blaine could achieve this affect on him. "Tell me more about your dad then."
"You'll love this one. His name was Joseph Teddy Stewart, but he changed the Joseph to Jude when he was twenty." They snickered loudly. Kurt automatically knew the name Jude came from the song "Hey Jude" by The Beatles.
"He really liked that band!" Kurt said, impressed with this man's devotion. "Am I right to assume he named Prudence?"
"Yes you are." Blaine said, fondly thinking of his father. "He lives at home full time now, so The Beatles are always on in some part of the house. Of course it's only ten minutes away, but Prudence is usually always out with her boyfriend, and my mums really busy taking Sophie to parenting classes...Right now Prudence is on a school trip, and my mum and dad headed to Florida to visit my Grandma. She hasn't met Sophie yet, so I decided to stay at school for Christmas, or go to Wes' house."
"Oh, I need to stop guessing at these things. I thought your dad was some homophobe that you were afraid to go home to-" He stopped talking when Blaine raised his eyebrows at him. "Let's forget I said that."
"If you insist." Blaine grinned. They were almost at Dalton now.
"So when do I meet them?" Kurt asked innocently.
"I'm sorry what?" Blaine choked, running through a stop sign without noticing.
"Oh come on, you have to let me meet them!" Kurt jumped up and down in his seat. "Please, please, please..." This went on for a good five minutes.
"Fine!" Blaine gave in when Kurt began to pout. "Only because you're cute." Kurt giggled at this and clapped his hands together.
"Don't worry, they can't embarrass you much more than Puck and Santana embarrassed me." He said, hoping to calm Blaine down. He looked downright terrified at the prospect of bringing Kurt home.
"Yes, but I haven't told my mum or dad much about you. I think you've been brought up once the week after we started dating during dinner, then we all had to scram because Prudence's boyfriend came over, and Sophie was causing a fuss..." He blushed. "All they know is that I've got a boyfriend.
"Well then, we're just going to have to get acquainted, aren't we?" Kurt said smugly. "Next weekend?" Blaine groaned. That was going to be humiliating.
"I'll call my mom later and confirm. Not that she would say no." He accepted defeat. After this, they fell into a comfortable silence, humming along to songs on the radio, and rubbing soothing circles into each others hands. When they finally reached Dalton, it was ten thirty, and beginning to get dark. The entire place was a mess, with students running around like mad, getting ready for the legendary New Years party hosted annually by the senior Warblers. Everybody was to start celebrating around eleven, and the party would continue until early morning. Blaine almost ran over a faculty member as he attempted to find a parking space.
"Things really get crazy here then?" Kurt frowned, eyeing the large casket of fireworks being carried to their school." Blaine parked the car, and undid his seatbelt.
"Oh you have no idea." He laughed, getting out of the Toyota. Kurt did the same, and immediately plastered himself to his boyfriends arm. There was a large crowd ahead, and they didn't want to become separated.
"Could we head up to our room for a minute?" Kurt asked him as they approached the entrance doors. Blaine nodded, pulling them open, and stepped inside.
"What do you need?" He asked. Kurt gestured to his jacket.
"I don't want to carry this around all night." He said, growing quieter and quieter as he did. The entire inside of Dalton was chaotic. There were people bustling through the room, carrying statues, streamers, food, and more. The principal was at the foot of the stairs, trying to control the hundreds of people flowing in and out of his school, but it was pointless. His jaw dropped when a young woman, dressed in far too little clothing strode by with three Dalton students following her with wide eyes.
"I told you so. They're all heading to the gym, it's going to get wild in there." Blaine said. They passed their old, vulture-esque principal as they climbed the stairs to their room.
"I didn't order scantily clad, women! This is insane!" He growled, spitting onto the confused man in front of him.
"Sir, you're going to have to pay me. My manager will have my job-"
"Get these night raiders out of my school!" He interrupted, flailing his old hands everywhere. Blaine snorted once they were out of his earshot.
"I pity whoever gets caught with bringing those ladies here." He said, glancing back at the livid old man, who looked ready to strangle kittens.
"And to think, I thought you were all perfectly dapper here." Kurt joked, turning into the crowded hallway. People were busy settling into their dorms before heading down to the celebrations.
"Dapper?" Blaine snickered. "During school, yes. But we go a little insane when it comes to parties. You will learn." He stopped in front of their room, and pulled out the keys.
"I still can't see you going crazy, I'm sorry." Kurt teased, smiling mischievously.
"Challenge accepted." Blaine smirked back, opening the door. He quickly bounded off to the bathroom. "I'll be right out, I just need to gel my hair down!"
"How could you possibly need more gel?" Kurt raised an eyebrow as Blaine disappeared behind the bathroom door. Before he could step inside to his room, somebody grabbed him from behind. His arms wrapped around Kurt's waist and he was flung over the strangers shoulders, like firemen did in the movies.
"Shh, somebody's gonna think you're being raped!" Wes' voice rang out as he fled down the hall, away from Blaine. Kurt kicked and screamed.
"What are you doing?" He struggled, punching Wes' back defeatedly. Wes shrugged nonchalantly.
"Kidnapping you from our little Blainey." He said naturally. "I do this each year, because he is a Debby Downer." He ran down the stairs without stumbling once, and headed quickly towards the gym.
"Wesley! What in the blazes are you-" The principal barked from behind them.
"Oh God!" He yelped, full out sprinting towards the party.
"Just let me down!" Kurt begged, flailing as best as he could. Wes, panting now, agreed and all but threw the pale boy onto the ground.
"You need to lose some weight." He huffed, wiping the thin sheen of sweat from his forehead. Kurt huffed, and helped himself up as Wes was too busy fixing his hair.
"I'm still not sure what's going on." He said, reluctantly following his friend into an empty hallway. Wes strode down to the middle of it, making sure nobody could see them, and explained.
"For the next hour, we are going to have fun. Which would not be possible with your little boyfriend interrupting every lap dance, or taking away the alcohol-"
"What?" Kurt shrieked, aghast. Wes realized what he had done and immediately put on what he must have thought was an innocent expression.
"Come on, have fun with me!" He begged, smiling widely. Kurt sighed, and raised a finger to silence his over excited friend.
"Okay fine. But I'm calling Blaine, and finding him at 11:45. Then you will leave us alone. I plan to spend the official new year with him." His voice was stern, as though he was speaking with a child. Wes shrugged, smiling.
"This shall be the best New Years party ever. Let us go Hummel!" He wrapped an arm around Kurt's shoulders, and skipped off towards the gymnasium. Kurt followed reluctantly.
"I'm only doing this because I missed you!" He insisted, though already wanting Blaine back. Wes snorted.
"Oh Kurt. You're making me blush." He giggled at the murderous look Kurt flashed him for his comment. He was hilarious when he tried to look mad.
...
Blaine stepped out of the bathroom when he heard Kurt scream. One automatically flashed through his mind: Karofsky.
"Kurt! You okay?" He yelled, scanning their room worriedly. He was nowhere to be found. His jacket was at the foot of the door. His boyfriend had never come in. Blaine groaned and grabbed his cellphone automatically. Never before had he dialed a number as quickly as he did Kurt's just then.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
A voice buzzed into Blaine's ear after the eight ring. "Hey, it's Kurt!"
"Oh thank God, where are you?" Blaine yelled, relieved. He had been worried.
"I'm away right now, but leave a message and I will call you back when I'm done being fabulous. Toodles." He shut his phone off while the message was still playing, and threw it onto his bed. Where was Kurt? There was no way he would have disappeared willingly. He would have said something if he planned on going somewhere...right? Blaine shrugged out of his coat, and stalked out of the door furiously. He didn't know where Kurt was, but it was nowhere good.
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11:00PM.
"How do the teacher allow this?" Kurt yelled, clinging onto Wes for dear life. Everything was set up now. The party, in full blast, included inappropriate dancing, flashing lights, screaming, and blaring music.
"Oh they don't!" Wes laughed manically. "It's all on the DL. But by the time things are in full swing, there is no stopping the force of the partay!" He danced his way through the crowd, with the reluctant Kurt hesitantly creeping behind him.
"Is that a kissing booth?" He asked, aghast. Maybe a quiet night with Blaine in their room would have been a better way to spend the new year.
"Oh, my favourite part! Look Kurt, that guys cute and only charging ten dollar-"
"WES. Shut up, or I will leave!" He huffed. His friend gave him an incredulous look.
"You are almost as bad as Blaine. Come on buddy, loosen up." He shook his arms around to accent how fun it was. "Lets get you some punch."
"Fine." Kurt grumbled. School wasn't everything for him, but he maintained a good average, and found no pleasure in raving parties. He would much rather be curled up with a nice musical, or Stephen Sondheim biography. The closest he got to wild was shopping, or perhaps performing "Push It" with New Directions. Juvenile fun was his favorite. If it came to drinking, or going on a roller-coaster, he would take the latter, thank you very much.
"Oh it's my jam!" Wes shrieked as they reached the drink stand. Kurt snorted. A new song had just come on. He wasn't sure, but it sounded suspiciously like Fergie.
"I didn't know she was your style." He laughed. Wes strained to listen to the song closer.
"Oh God, I thought it was Michael Jackson!" He frowned. "My bad." This earned him a laugh from Kurt. How he had gotten those two mixed up, neither of them knew. It was a tribute to how loud the party was.
"I think I'll just have some Nestea." Kurt decided, narrowing his eyes at his friend who was drinking something that looked suspiciously like beer. Wes noticed the scrutiny in the pale boys eyes.
"It's root beer! I think. Some French version." He defended, pointing to the bowl he had gotten it from. It read "Root Beer" on it in large blocked letters. Kurt shrugged, accepting this, and took a long needed gulp to quench his thirst.
"Oh Gaga!" He choked, spitting it out immediately. "This is not Nestea, the sign lied!" He frowned, sniffing the unknown drink. It reminded him of something he had seen Burt drink on his last birthday. "This is alcoholic!" He said, glaring at Wes.
"Does this mean my root beer's-" He took a long look at the cup in his hand, and wiped the frown off his face. "Nahh, it's fine. I'll be sure to stay away from the Nestea though."
"If this is beer, or something-" He started.
"Oh relax Kurt, it's a different recipe or something. Stop worrying." Wes reassured him. Kurt sighed, and sipped just a little bit of the strange liquid, disguised as Nestea. It wasn't half bad...And there was no way it was alcoholic. The principal would have made sure of that.
Right?
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11:15PM.
Blaine was truly worried by this point. Kurt had been missing for almost a half hour now. He was sweeping the entire school like a mad man trying to find him.
"Sir, have you seen Kurt?" He said, stopping the Warblers director, Mr. Mays. They were in the middle of a packed hallway. The small, plump man looked upset by the inappropriateness of the entire night.
"Last I saw, Wesley was kidnapping him." He didn't notice Blaine groan. "Please, do try and control your friend. He really toes the line. Lucky he's a top student-"
"I'm really sorry, sir. I need to go save Kurt." Blaine interrupted apologetically. Mr. Mays nodded. He knew leaving a child with Wesley for an extended time was a bad idea. Except for that David Frenz, he seemed to be immune to Wes' shenanigans.
"I understand, please do...Before something barbaric happens." Blaine sped away, heading straight towards the gym. Everything made sense now. For his first year at Dalton, Wes had spent New Years Eve with him, only to complain about how "freaking uptight" he was. Since then, he made a show of avoiding Blaine for the celebrations, and gushing about what great fun it was without him the next day. Madness, that boy channeled pure madness. But now was not the time to ponder Wes' insanity. It was time to save Kurt.
Blaine strode into the gymnasium, and gasped. The senior Warblers had really outdone themselves this year. There were hundreds of students, teachers, and people dressed in strange costumes wandering around aimlessly, screaming and dancing. He could barely make out one face in the large crowd. Only one thing was clear: Finding Kurt was going to be much more difficult than he had anticipated.
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11:30PM.
"I'll be right back!" Kurt yelled to Wes as they shimmied through the crowd. "I want more of this liquid-awesome." He gestured to the mock-iced tea in his hand. It didn't taste like Nestea, but Kurt had later realized that with each sip, it simply got more delicious.
"Oh I'm coming with you, this root bear...It's..." Wes hiccuped. "It is so awesome." The small amount that was left in his cup drained onto the floor and he gasped dramatically, staring at it as though it were a dead puppy. "Kurt...Please, we need more. Let's go."
"You're acting weird Wesley." Kurt said, sounding dazed. He was glad Wes had brought him here and helped him have some real fun. Sure, his legs were a little wobbly, but he was having a good time. And he didn't know what was in his cup, but it was heavenly. It felt as though all the worries he had had were floating away with every sip...
"Oh damn. DAMN!" Wes screamed randomly as they reached the glorified stand, equipped with all of their beverage related needs. Kurt downed his freshly refilled cup before answering.
"What is it?" His speech was only a little slurred. Wes pointed to the girl standing three meters away from them, wearing a tight shirt.
"Look at her booty shorts." He whispered, full out staring. Kurt snorted.
"I like men." He said drowsily. His friend gave him an incredulous look as he poured more "root beer" into his cup.
"You don't say." Wes stroked his chin thoughtfully, before lapping the drink out of his cup with his tongue. Kurt nodded earnestly.
"Oh yeah. It's great. I have this thing, it's name is Blaine. It likes guys, too." He dipped his cup straight into the bowl of his new favorite drink, letting it fill up.
"Wow! You should totally go out with him!" Wes smiled widely. Kurt blushed.
"I should. You are smart!" He giggled. They continued refilling their cups, and quickly drinking them for the next fifteen minutes. Kurt eventually realized that everything became so...beautiful and fuzzy. He wasn't sure why, but was aware that with each sip, these feelings only became more concentrated.
So he kept on drinking.
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11:45PM.
Blaine spotted him. But when he finally did, he was simply pissed rather than relieved like he thought he would've been. Kurt was there with Wes alright, appearing to be drunk out of his mind. So somebody had spiked the drinks. How this went on without the faculty finding out, he had no idea. Perhaps they were drunk as well...
But no. It wasn't the fact that Kurt was with Wes, or that he was drunk out of his mind by the looks of it. (Though that was unsettling.) What bothered Blaine was the girl standing behind him, clearly feeling up his chest.
That made him livid. He stalked over to the group and glared at Wes. His friend gave him a wide eyed look back.
"Psst!" Wes stage-whispered to a giddy looking Kurt. "It this the thing you were telling me about? The thing-that-isn't-a-girl you like?" Blaine saw his boyfriend nod up and down fiercely.
"Hey." He said, spit drooling down his chin. Blaine almost cracked a smile. Drunk Kurt was cute...
"Wait, is he gay or just drunk?" The girl who was feeling him up asked, freezing. She stepped away from Kurt slowly. Blaine mouthed "both" to her and she looked only a little put out.
"Don't like you. I didn't like you!" Kurt yelled at her as she bounded off to stalk a new victim. Blaine was amazed at how undeterred she seemed.
"Kurt honey, I'm going to take you back to our room now. Is that okay?" He asked, soothingly. Kurt nodded while Wes pouted.
"I'm going to miss you buddy!" He wailed pulling Kurt into a hug. The stroked each others hair for a few seconds before breaking apart.
"Skype me!" Kurt insisted, despite the fact that neither of them had accounts. He tried to take another gulp out of his cup. Blaine eyed it with narrowed eyes, and threw it into the nearest dumpster. Kurt gave him a horrified look.
"And to think I was going to ask you out! On a date!" He cried, making wild hand gestures. Blaine sighed, and placed a strong arm around the pale boys shoulders, as he was beginning to trip over his own feet.
"How many drinks did you have?" He asked, frowning when Kurt began to stutter on the word "and" for a full minute.
"Oh I don't drink. Papa Hummel would be very very...very...veryveryvery mad." He said, appearing to be lost in a daydream by the expression on his face. He shook his head, but then winced, not liking how it made him feel. "I only had Nestea." He hiccuped. Blaine raised his eyebrows. At least Kurt hadn't gotten intentionally drunk.
"What am I going to do with you..." He muttered, finally escaping the gym. The sudden screams from inside it told Blaine it was ten minutes to midnight.
"Kiss me?" Kurt offered hopefully. Blaine laughed just a little at this, and led him through the entrance hall. "This place is nice, where are we?"
"Don't talk right now, okay? You'll feel better." He replied quietly.
"Oh yeah." Kurt put a hand on his stomach, just noticing that the euphoric sensation he had been enjoying had turned to nausea.
He looked up at the large staircase infront of them and whimpered. "I don't like towers, can we not climb the towers?" He begged, stumbling on the first step.
"Just walk, there's an...erm, prize at the top for you." This seemed to work, as Kurt flung himself up the steps, landing face first halfway before getting to the top. Blaine bit his lip, hoping Kurt didn't remember that. The rest of the walk up concluded with Kurt being carried unwillingly.
"The hour is nine!" He flailed, trying to rid himself of Blaine's grasp. "They told me, my fairy told me! You'vegottatrustmeBlaine." They reached the last step, and Blaine laid Kurt gently out onto the carpet, hoping he wasn't going to bruise from the damage his struggling boyfriend had inflicted upon him on the way up.
"This way..." Blaine guided as Kurt tried to go back down the stairs. The drunk boy coughed ominously several times, causing Blaine to begin praying that they would get through the night vomit free. Thankfully, they made it to room 171 without incident. Blaine struggled to help him to his bed. Kurt made to slump down and sleep, but his boyfriend kept him sitting up. He wanted to make sure he wasn't suffering from alcohol poisoning.
"Do you feel dehydrated?" Blaine asked him, noting that his pulse and breathing were normal. His hands weren't cold or clammy either. These were good signs.
"No, curly. I just want sleep." He mumbled, falling onto the pillow quickly. Blaine cracked a slight smile at the goofy expression on Kurt's face as he fell asleep. He made sure he was nicely tucked into his blankets, and made to pull out a book and check on him every few minutes to ensure he was alive. It was then that Wes decided to stagger into the room, bumping into nonexistent objects as he did. Somehow he managed to close the door.
"Wesley, what are you doing?" He groaned, knowing he had to take care of his friend. Leaving drunk people alone was a very bad idea, and he was now obligated to bring the unstable Wes into his clean room.
"Okay, lay down in that bed." He ordered, staying calm. Best not to frighten him. It was then that he realized Wes was in a towel. He pulled out his cellphone to take a picture. He was never going to let anybody forget this.
"Aliens!" He wailed, eyeing the suspicious, modern device Blaine was holding. His friend shrugged, while shushing him.
"It's going to make the bad feeling go away." He lied, leading Wes towards his bed. He looked at his watch and saw that it was 11:58. At least he could say that this New Years was...different. He took the picture, and slipped the phone back into his pocket.
"Thank you Laura, you've been so kind to me and the children." Wes mumbled, collapsing in the heap of blankets and pillows that belonged to Blaine. He was snoring before Blaine got back to his chair next to Kurt. There were loud screams from downstairs, but neither of the two boys were roused.
"THREE-TWO-ONE!" They boomed, all the way out of the gymnasium and through the entire school. Blaine chuckled at the absurd scene infront of him and bent down to kiss a sweaty Kurt on the cheek as he slept.
"Happy New Year." He murmured, smiling. It was then that he felt something Wet on his feet. He looked down to see a throughly confused Wes, on his knees, hugging Blaine's shins quietly. There was vomit dripping down his chin.
"Help me." He whispered. Blaine moaned in disbelief when he saw the vomit all over his expressive, leather shoes. This he was most certainly not taking a picture of.
...
"Oh my head..." Kurt moaned, shielding his eyes from the thin ray of light entering the room from a crack in the curtains. The room was fairly dark, and surprisingly clean. He had a sharp, throbbing headache that seemed to hack away at his brain viciously. He tried to get up but a wave of nausea immediately sent him back down onto his pillow.
"Good morning sunshine." Blaine joked from next to him. He was in a comfy leather chair, reading. Kurt stared up at him and frowned.
"Blaine?" His voice was hoarse. Where was he? Why did he feel so terrible?
"New Years party, Wes kidnapped you, you drank tons of spiked drinks..." Blaine explained, smiling at him smugly.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry!" He groaned, eyeing Wes, sound asleep in the other bed. The memories came rushing back to him, all too vividly. "I made you spend New Years-I'm terrible."
"It was kind of amusing, don't feel bad. I blame Wes for taking you without me. I can sense alcohol you know." He winked. Kurt bit his lip.
"I don't know why I kept drinking it." He said, wrinkling his nose. "What smells so bad?"
"A collection of vomit and morning breath I'm assuming." Blaine said sheepishly, not mentioning that the vomit had ended up all over his shirt when Kurt had tried to hug him. He noticed Kurt wince at the slightest movement and automatically gave him the Advil he was saving for this moment, along with a large cup of water. They had been placed on the desk next to Blaine for a few hours now. Kurt stared at them hungrily before devouring the pill, and gulping the stale drink down.
"Thanks." He whispered, eyes droopy.
"We'll talk more later, go to bed." Blaine insisted, taking the empty cup and gently pressing Kurt down by the shoulders into lying position. His boyfriend did not resist, and sank into the goose-feathered pillow thankfully. He patted the bed in random places, trying to find Blaine's hand. When the other boy realized what he was doing, he laid his own, calloused hand onto the small, soft ones.
"I feel like crap." He muttered. "I'm never drinking ever again." He shut his eyes, intertwining his fingers with Blaine's. He was lucky he looked adorable and helpless, or Blaine would have lectured him, yelling as he did, pulling the curtains open. But no, he would save that for Wes.
He would save all of his frustration for Wes.
A/N: I hope you liked it! I was going to include much more Wes, but my original viewpoint for this chapter went in a completely different direction! He'll be present in the entire next chapter too though (:
Quick story, I asked my mom to edit this today, and she got mad at me for writing about gays "as if it's okay." We got into an argument about gay rights. Turns out my parents are extremely homophobic, whereas I have always been a proud supporter. They have now assumed that, even though I am straight, I am a lesbian and refuse to talk to me.
That really took away my drive to continue writing this. But I am not going to take out my anger on myself, by not writing. So here it is in my A/N to get it out of my system.
Oh look at me, venting away.
I'm sorry kind readers! I had to let that out somewhere. You know what...I could turn that into a Klaine one-shot...Yes, I will! Mwaha!
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Now gimmie some love ;]
(A reviewer, "Last First Kiss" told me to put that in there. Its brilliant. Now if you would kindly hand over Chris Colfer, we'll be good.)
But really...Your reviews are love 3
Hugs and butterfly kisses to all of you totally made-of-awesome readers!
PLUS PLUS PLUS-I made Blaine sing "When you wish upon a star" from Pinocchio at the beginning. Darren totally covered that. Go look it up on Youtube, it's amazing!
Next chapter, we have angst. Womp womp. But we meet Blaine's family soon, so keep an eye out for that! :D
PS. This A/N is scary long. Sorry guys.