A/N: Guess who has school again? This is going to mean up to five days for updates at times. Sorry! I'm doing my best to avoid that...Would a cyber hug make up for the waits? Oh and I'm not even kidding when I say this chapter came to me in a dream. It did, and I woke up soexcitedyouwouldnotbelieve!
Kurt was typing up his English essay on a laptop, borrowed from Blaine, when Wes ran into their room. His eyes were wide, and he was sweating like a madman.
"Go away Wes, we're doing homework." Blaine muttered, glaring at him. Kurt nodded, not taking his eyes off of the screen.
"No you don't understand-" He said, voice shaking. "My mother is here."
Blaine barked a laugh, face lighting up. "So she found out about your drunken escapades? Serves you right, it was irresponsible."
"Oh please Blainey." He smirked, placing his hands onto his hips. "You're only upset because you had to see your poor Kurty-cat vomit and cry and God knows what else..."
"Yes, infact." Blaine sniffed. "I was mostly angry that you brought an innocent soul into the matter-"
"Oh quit being so dapper!" Wes flipped the little hair he had to the side, as a way of displaying his annoyance. "I suffered just as much as Kurt did. It was an accident."
"Whatever, Wesley. I'm not hiding you." Blaine insisted. Wes got down onto his knees, and jutted his lip out at Kurt who barely flinched.
"Your pout is ineffective." He smiled, as Wes groaned. It was then that a loud, sharp voice came booming from the hallways.
"Markus Gabrielle-Nelson Wesley!" It shouted. This was clearly his mother, and she did not sound pleased. "I know to check in Blaine's room, you're predictable."
"Don't even try to hide." Blaine said fruitlessly, as Wes had already dived under his bedsheets. Just then, the door slammed open. Kurt looked up hesitantly to see a tall, petite Asian woman, standing there with an envelope ripped in her small fist. She had sleek, black hair tied back into a neat bun. Her sharp facial features were twisted into an expression of pure fury, but they softened when she saw Blaine.
"Hello, love. How are you?" She asked, while making her way towards the loud, whimpering heap that was Wes on the bed.
"Fine, Joy. Brilliant actually." He smirked, watching as she stalked the lump on the bed with a hunter expression. She stopped infront of it, and raised her voice to a scream.
"Markus. I am not an imbecile!" She shrieked. Her hand snaked into the sheets, and pulled out a frightened Wes by the ear.
"Mom, it's not what it looks like." He whispered, staring at the envelope in her hand. It was from the administration, informing her of her sons alcohol consumption during the break. Of course, it had mentioned that it wasn't his fault, but Wes' mother decided to casually overlook that fault, unlike Burt. Everything was always Wes' fault.
"You are going to get a very large..." She cleared her throat. "talk, when we get home." It was clear he was going to get much more than just that, judging by the way her fingers now pried at his scalp. Kurt wouldn't have been surprised if she pulled out each of his hairs, one by one.
"I'm sorry, Joy." Blaine frowned, looking apologetic. "I was going to try to stop him, but he disappeared once again."
She gave him a warm smile, and released Wes to pat her son's friend on the cheek. "You're darling, really. Thank you for trying to prevent this situation from happening again."
Kurt giggled despite himself, and blushed when the woman looked up at him. "Sorry, but again?" He shot Wes a disapproving, yet amused look. He saw from the corner of his eye that the woman was staring at him with a smile.
"Are you Kurt?" She grinned, gripping Blaine's shoulder.
"Erm, yes. I am. Nice to meet you." She nodded her head in acknowledgment. Kurt narrowed his eyes at Wes. "What have you told her about me?"
"Nothing." He said quickly, making a "slitting throat" gesture to his mother, trying to ensure she didn't answer that.
"Oh really? You've told me quite a bit about what Blaine-"
"MOM!" He frowned, slowly backing up towards the door. Blaine raised up a hand.
"No please, continue." He encouraged. Anything to annoy Wes, with whom he was not in a good with at the moment.
"He always seems to complain about you pining over a pale, blue eyed brunette." She tried to hide her smile but failed miserably. "Complains about how you won't shut up about his eyes, and how crystal blue-"
"Okay, Joy." Blaine cut in, turning a colour one would normally associate with firetrucks. "You're starting to embarrass me here."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I should save that for my son." She wrinkled her nose at him. "I expect you to have written an apologetic speech ready for your father." Her son automatically pulled out a small notebook and pen from his blazer and began scribbling onto it with violent force.
"I've never seen him so...behaved." Kurt smiled at the woman, admiring her. Anybody who could control Wes was automatically badass in his books.
"I do my best." She walked up to him, and bit her lip as she smiled. "So you're dating Blaine?" She said. Kurt didn't need to respond, his blush did for him.
"Oh no, don't be embarrassed! Oh I'm so happy for both of you." She pinched Kurt's cheek. It was not annoying, like the one's Kurt used to get from his grandmother, but rather adorable. "You be good to Blaine. He's my favorite son." She teased.
"I'm happy for you, dear." She gave Blaine a motherly look, before turning back to her son. Unfortunately, he seemed to have run off. The notebook he had been writing on was now thrown into the floor, and they could faintly hear running footsteps in the hallway.
"That kid." She snorted. "Take care, boys." They murmured their goodbye's as she went back into full-bitch mode, and stormed out into the hallway, screeching loudly as she did at her son. Blaine laughed, and got up to close the door.
"She seems...nice. I think." Kurt said, confused. She was like an adorable duckling, but Wes transformed her into a dragon.
"Wes has pretty strict parents, but as you can tell they're mostly pleasant. His dad's basically a male copy of Joy, it's hilarious." He smiled at his boyfriend, and made his way towards him.
"What're you doing, I have to finish-" Kurt protested as Blaine took the laptop away from him and held out a hand. "Just for a bit." He gave in.
"Yay, cuddles." Blaine whispered, pulling Kurt up into a tight hug. They shivered at each others touches.
"What did she say, about you pining over my eyes all of the time?" Kurt teased, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist. He could almost feel Blaine blush against his cheek.
"Nothing." He answered too quickly. "No idea what that was about, probably Wes trying to embarrass me." His laugh was nervous.
"Sure, Blaine." Kurt giggled, enjoying seeing him uneasy like this. It wasn't often the dark haired boy was anything but dapper.
"Oh sorry." He murmured, Iphone buzzing in his pocket. Kurt's hands remained locked around his waist, unwilling to let go.
"No." He pouted. Blaine chuckled and detangled himself from his unwilling boyfriend. "It's my mom, I have to take this."
"Meet me in the library after?" Kurt suggested, picking up the Macbook Pro again. He intended to go there anyway, as it provided ideal working space.
"Sure." Blaine smiled before picking up the phone and greeting his mother. Kurt gave him a toothy grin before heading out of the room.
"You can stay." Blaine called after him, but Kurt shrugged it off.
"I'll be fine." He knew it was uncomfortable with Blaine there when he spoke to Burt on the phone, and wanted to give him some privacy. But mostly he wanted to finish Mr. Joshi's freaking paper, as it was driving him insane. So he hurried down to the library, eager to get a head start. It wasn't very packed, which was good. He knew the library was a floor down, and made his way there.
Halfway down the stairs, he bumped into a tall, slender boy who looked extremely hurried. Kurt opened his mouth to apologize when he felt something incredibly warm dripping down his blazer. The boy had accidentally spilled coffee all over both of them due to the collision.
"Oh, I'm so sorry-"
"No, I am. Are you okay-?"
"Do you think this'll wash out-?"
They stopped, laughing awkwardly at how they were both stuttering over each other at once, praying the other wasn't angry. Kurt took a better look at him. He had sandy blond hair, with dark green eyes. His features were not stunning, but eye-catching at the least. This unnamed boy was something special, you could see it in the glimmer of cheer in his face. Very few people managed to look as content, and put together as he did.
"I'm Kurt." He said, breaking the awkward silence. They were the only one's on the staircase now, most of the students having gone up to their dorms, or out for dinner. The boy smiled back, and held out his hand.
"I'm Gage." He flashed an incredibly handsome smile, while Kurt shook his hand.
"Really sorry about the coffee, honestly." He flushed, embarrassed. Gage shrugged nonchalantly.
"I'm growing out of this blazer anyways. I told my mom it was too small." He gave Kurt a thoughtful look, as if assessing him mentally. This made the soprano feel unpleasant, so he decided to leave the stranger.
"I've got to go do homework, but I'm really sorry about the blazer." He gave him an earnest, apologetic look. "The library calls."
"Oh, I'm going there, too!" Gage grinned widely. Kurt suspected this was untrue as he had no work in his hands, and was previously heading in the opposite direction, but decided not to call him out.
"Oh, right." He smiled. "Let's go then."
They strode awkwardly towards the large room, filled with empty computers. Gage was nice, but the way he looked at Kurt made him uneasy. He was reminded of a hunter stalking his pray, trying to find the fattest, richest foul.
"Have you been at Dalton long?" He asked, neat eyebrows raised in questioning. Kurt bit his tongue for a few seconds before answering.
"Just three months." He said, tentatively smiling. Alright, so this new friendship was a little weird, but Gage was very calming. Somebody you went to after a hard day, guaranteed to make you smile.
"Oh you're a freshman, too?" He exclaimed, breathing a sigh of relief. "I feel like such a loser, I still don't know anybody." Kurt was startled, he hadn't expected this tall boy to be just fourteen, or fifteen years old.
"Oh no. I'm in my third year of high-school. I transferred recently." He explained, noticing how the taller boys face fell. "Come on lets grab a seat." Kurt suggested, walking them over to his favorite spot. Gage gingerly sat down, playing with his fingers as Kurt opened up the Mac he had been carrying.
"I lied, okay?" He admitted. Kurt gave him a confused look. "I didn't actually have to come here. I expected you to say no or something."
"Oh, that's okay." Kurt smiled, not noticing the other boy blush. "You can stay if you want, I won't be much company though." He motioned to the laptop again, muttering something about English homework.
"I'll sit here then." Gage folded his hands together and watched as Kurt worked, looking away quickly when he caught him staring. It was edgy, but not completely unpleasant. Eventually, Gage went off to find a book, and settled down next to Kurt in one of the squashy armchairs, beginning to read. This gave him something to do, lessening the tension.
"Is that," Kurt asked, looking up from the computer. "Stephen Sondheim?" He noticed the man on the cover of the book and grinned widely. Gage looked surprised, but chuckled nonetheless.
"Yes, it is. You're a fan?" He stated the obvious question, to which Kurt nodded. He turned away from his essay, and began to chat amiably to Gage about different musicals he had seen as a child. They exchanged stories for the next hour, not having to force their smiles or laughs anymore. It turned out Gage had quite a history with musicals. He had volunteered at his local theatre a few years ago, and continued doing so today, participating in plays when offered a role.
"The Nutcracker was amazing! It's a shame I can't dance to save my life." Gage continued, finishing off an interesting story. Kurt gaped at him.
"You said you sing, you should join the Warblers!" He suggested. "No dancing required...it's mostly simple side steps here and there." He gave what he hoped was an encouraging smile.
"I might, thanks Kurt." Gage said, fixing his bangs absentmindedly. "Want to exchange numbers?" He suggested, face not as composed as it was before.
"Of course, let me know when you decide to join." Kurt grinned, slipping his Iphone out of his front pocket. Gage took out a battered LG, that appeared to be in the dinosaur stages of development. He looked embarrassed, but Kurt saw no reason for him to be. Burt had never exactly rolled in too much cash. Enough, but not like other Dalton boys.
"Is there really no bullying here?" Gage blurted out, biting his lip. It was clear he had been wondering this the entire time he was with Kurt.
"Trust me, none." Kurt said. "It's why I came."
"Who would bully you?" Gage cocked an eyebrow, looking skeptical.
"I'm gay." He admitted, trying not to think about how he was risking a great deal of awkwardness by doing so. The green eyed boy looked relieved, much to his surprise.
"I thought so!" He blushed, smiling elatedly. "I mean, not that I'm judging, but-"
"No, I get it." Kurt said, knowing he was more flamboyant than most boys. "But I should probably go, actually. I promised to meet my roommate later tonight." This was a lie, but Kurt had a boyfriend, and there was no missing the look that boy gave him. He wasn't going to flat-out tell him he wasn't interested, because there was always the chance that he was simply reading too far into Gage's smiles, and blushes. Some people merely did those things more than others. Suspicions aside, he should leave.
"Aw, we just got here!" Gage pouted, looking disappointed. Kurt laughed, pointing to the clock on the opposite wall. They had been there for two hours. The taller boy remained sitting, and sighed sadly.
"I'll text you, Kurt. Thanks." He smiled. Kurt returned it halfheartedly, suddenly worried about having completely forgetting Blaine, who was supposed to have met him down here hours ago. He was so caught up with this new kid, that he hadn't even noticed his boyfriends absence.
"Bye!" He called, much to the old librarians annoyance. She was a vulture like creature, old and possibly dying. He jogged away from the library's hallway, keen on not getting a lecture from her. He pulled out his phone to text Blaine, curious as to what had happened.
Sent at: 8:32 PM.
Hey, where are you? I sat where we usually sit in the library. I would've texted earlier, but I met this kid, and I completely forgot. He's nice...a little odd though. -K
He stared at it expectantly while walking up the steep staircase leading to the hallway which held all the students rooms. There was no reply. He frowned, knowing Blaine always answered texts in a matter of seconds. Perhaps his phone was dead.
"You're being dumb, it's not like he's dead or anything." He thought to himself, mind racing with images of himself hysterically crying over Blaine's lifeless body, sprawled out on his bed. Kurt chuckled, knowing he was overreacting. "I have a right to be worried about somebody I love-"
No.
Somebody he cared about very much.
Kurt mentally corrected himself, biting his lip. He truly liked Blaine...so much. But he was afraid to use that word, as if it would jinx their relationship. He took a deep breath, and shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts. Thankfully it was not long before he neared his door. (Though what he found did not loosen him up a bit.)
"Kurt!" Wes said, standing infront of the room that must have contained Blaine. "Your little boyfriends been in there for two hours, won't come out."
"Huh?" Kurt felt his stomach drop. "Is he sick? What's wrong?" He demanded, stopping infront of the door as well. His shorter friend gave him an equally confused look.
"I came back here to yell at him for bailing me out to my mom-sorry about her by the way-and he told me to go away. Something about wanting to be alone. Hasn't spoken since." He gave Kurt a guilty expression, unsure of what to tell him.
"It's alright, I have my key." He muttered. "Maybe he doesn't feel good."
"I think I should go. I haven't seen him shut himself up in a while." Wes admitted, slowly backing away. Kurt froze, key halfway into the lock.
"This used to happen often?" He asked, stomach twisting.
"When he first came here, yeah. He doesn't talk about it though, don't feel bad." Wes gave him an encouraging smile. "I'm gonna blow up aliens, good luck with lover boy."
"Thanks Wesley." Kurt smiled. Sure, that kid was a pain in the rear, but there was a reason Blaine and Kurt kept him around: When push came to shove, he was there for you. Wes hadn't even cracked a single joke the entire time they were there.
"See." Kurt thought to himself. "Even Wesley's normal sometimes." He opened the door, and looked inside. At first glance, it appeared to be empty, but his sharp eyes just caught Blaine standing in the corner, half hidden by the computer desk. He was still in his Dalton blazer and gray slacks. His face was unreadable, as it was staring at the wall. Kurt softly closed the door, and flinched when he heard his boyfriend sniff.
"Hey, it's me, Kurt." He said, loudly enough for him to hear, but gently all the same. "Are you okay?" Blaine slowly turned around to face him, lip trembling. Kurt gasped at what he saw. Blaine's eyes were red and bloodshot, puffing up around the edges. Streaks of tears were rolling down his cheek as he let out an involuntary, choked noise of hurt.
"Oh God." Kurt let out a pained sigh, rushing towards him. Blaine took a few steps to collapse into his arms. He buried his face into Kurt's shoulder, and felt his body sag. The soprano was stronger than he looked, and supported him easily.
"Shh, honey." He murmured, when Blaine began to sob loudly. He stroked his curly hair with one hand, the other wrapped around his waist.
"Kurt..." Blaine moaned, tears drenching his boyfriends right shoulder. He was shaking fiercely. Slowly, Kurt half carried him towards the couch, and sat down as best he could without breaking them apart.
"I was hoping you wouldn't walk in on this." Blaine admitted, voice raspy. His face fell into his hands, ashamedly. He was the wise, caring mentor. The roles were now reversed.
"Don't worry about it. Look at me." Kurt encouraged, using his now free hands to lift Blaine's chin up so that they were staring at each other. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" He offered, wanting nothing more than for the distressed boy to calm down, and smile again.
"I don't know." Blaine admitted, jutting his lip out. Kurt wrapped a strong arm around Blaine's shoulder, and held him tightly.
"I'm here if you need to talk, okay?" He assured him, kissing the top of Blaine's head. The other boy sniffed in response and nodded, tremors lessening now. He tangled his fingers into Kurt's and squeezed tightly.
"Did you say something?" Kurt asked, thinking he had heard a mumble come from the boy who was now gripping him like death.
Blaine took a deep breath. "My grandmother died this morning."
"Oh." Kurt gasped, moving an arm to rub his back tenderly. "Oh I'm so sorry." His tone of worry was purely genuine. Kurt knew what it was like when somebody you loved died. It was something he would not wish upon his worst enemy. He was filled with an unfamiliar feeling...His heart was breaking for another person.
"I'm sorry, this is stupid." Blaine shuddered, fighting to keep his voice even. "I mean, she was seventy-five. Don't know why I'm so upset..."
"Stop that, Blaine." Kurt said, voice rising a little. "It doesn't matter whether a baby dies, or the oldest man in the world...It hurts, I know that."
"...It's not like I didn't expect it." Blaine said, voice cracking. Kurt took a deep breath to compose himself before answering. Crying would not help the situation.
"That doesn't make it easier to let go, baby. Just let me help you." He whispered, leaning his forehead into Blaine's. "She was obviously important to you, and...this is going to hurt so much."
"It does." Blaine choked, the light in his hazel eyes going out.
"I know." Kurt said, and Blaine believed him. "But it's going to get better. You've just got to be strong right now."
Blaine nodded, acknowledging this. "I don't think I know how."
"Do anything you can." Kurt whispered, voice shaking. No, he had to compose himself. Blaine needed comfort, not pity and tears. "Cry, write a song, listen to Coldplay..." Blaine almost smiled at this. "...talk about it, whatever it takes."
"She was the only one who accepted me." Blaine said, biting down on his lip hard. "I've never told anybody, but...she got me through everything."
"I thought your parents were okay with it?" Kurt asked, mouth open. Blaine shook his head as if to clear his thoughts.
"They were only a little uncomfortable with gays, but grew to accept them because of me. My grandma..." He paused. "She had supported them from the start, before I even knew who I was."
"I see." Kurt nodded, understanding. Blaine's parents loved him, and grew to accept him...Like Burt had. This was better than full out rejection, but it hurt while they adjusted. It was really, really hard. Just thinking about it made his heart ache, and shudder.
"She fought my battles for me. She was mine, and somebody took her away from me." Blaine wailed, tears escaping again.
"I know, and it's not fair." Kurt responded. "I've felt this before. She was your hero, and wasn't supposed to leave. But she did, and it's like the entire world has ended..."
Blaine let out a choked sob, and scrunched his up as he began to cry his heart out.
"...But it hasn't." He continued, voice wobbling while his stomach churned with sadness. "Everybody goes through this, and copes differently, but it's going to be okay, even if it's not right now." Kurt assured him, rubbing his back quicker now.
"I know." Blaine whined, voice weak. "But I didn't realize how much I needed her."
"You're not alone anymore. I'm here baby." Kurt pressed his lips against Blaine's forehead, feeling his own tears escape him. They were salty, and poured down his face tragically.
"I'm making you feel bad." Blaine accused, making to pull away. Kurt shook his head, and simply held him tighter.
"You need somebody." His voice shook greatly. "Your grandmother...She was to you, what my mom was to me. I know you need somebody."
"I know and I'm making you relive that." Blaine frowned deeper, tears dripping from his lips, and onto his lap.
"No," Kurt's voice cracked. "I've accepted that my mother is gone, and I can think back to her with happy thoughts now. I'm crying for you. I don't want you to have to do this." He whispered, grimacing as he saw blood drip from Blaine's lips. He was biting them aggressively.
"Don't do that." He muttered, lifting a finger to wipe his mouth. Blaine murmured an apology and with great force unlatched his teeth from where they were situated. They looked at each other for a while, pity and tears thrown into the entire mess.
"I won't ever be able to replace her." Blaine wailed eventually, chest heaving. 'What am I supposed to do?" Kurt shook his head meaninglessly, eyes getting puffy now as well.
"I'm scared, I can't-" He did not keep going, voice going out. He was sobbing too hard to form any coherent sentences.
"I know it's dark right now." Kurt said, taking deep breaths to calm himself. "Just...cry. Don't hold it in." Blaine did this without a moments hesitation and collapsed onto the couch. His head was rested on Kurt's lap, his face facing the adorable boy above him. He stretched his legs, and shuddered as if electrified.
"That's it, you'll feel better soon I promise." Kurt said soothingly, holding Blaine's hand.
"I won't see her again." Blaine groaned, more salty tears falling from his eyes.
"You don't need too. Just hold on to those memories." Kurt whispered, crying onto Blaine's face. Neither of them minded, and sat there with each other, letting their emotions flow freely. Kurt rubbed all parts of his body, from his shins to his stomach to his face. He was desperate to make him feel better. When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse and forced.
"...Cause all of the stars have faded away...Just try not to worry, you'll see them someday." Kurt sang softly, crying as hard as Blaine was now. He knew "Oasis" was one of his favorite bands.
"Thank you." Blaine panted, gasping for air. He was bawling too much to breathe properly. Kurt shook his head, not knowing why on earth he was being thanked. It wasn't as though he was about to walk away.
"You know what?" Kurt murmured. Blaine raised his head just a little with a questioning look in his eyes. "I think you're perfect."
"Things are far from perfect." He sighed, playing with their fingers.
"I know...But you are to me. And I'm sure you were to her as well." He gave him a pained smile of reassurance, which Blaine silently returned. "You have this admirable strength, that I am sure she gave you. After all that work, and this amazing outcome," He gestured to Blaine. "I don't think she would want you to throw it away."
"I know..." He said softly, wiping his eyes while Kurt began to run his hands through his curly mane that was usually perfectly gelled. "I might not...if you're here with me."
"I'mnotgoinganywhere." His voice was slurred, as he almost choked with the sobs that were building up inside of him. He cleared his throat. "You'll make it."
"I want her back." Blaine wailed turning over to bury his face into Kurt's thigh. The pain was getting to be too much. She was dead. As in, never coming back. Her heart had stopped, and wasn't going to beat at all anymore. Not once.
"I know, baby. I know..." Kurt whispered, massaging his shoulders as the boy cried what seemed like every last drop of moisture from his body.
"Kurt, I don't-" He tried to say, only bawling harder.
"It's okay." Kurt said, making an on-the-spot decision to help him the way New Directions liked to help people; by singing. "Listen to me now..." He sang, voice sounding hoarse and crackly from crying. "I need to let you know, you don't have to go it alone." He rocked the dark haired boy back and forth, singing to him as the night grew darker, and later.
"You don't have to put up a fight, you don't have to always be right. Let me take some of the punches for you tonight..."
A/N: WHAT IS THIS-I DON'T EVEN KNOW. Gah. I'm a sad camper.
So here I am, intending to write a nice happy chapter, when my Itunes (on shuffle of course) begins to play Coldplay's "Fix You." This made me a little sad. Then, as cruel fate would have it, the song "Stop crying your heart out" by Oasis came on and I lost it. Not going to lie, I started to sob. Then by the time I had finished, and cleared my eyes up, BAM. This chapter was here. So erm...hope we're all okay with this? Heh heh. Oh my...
I teared up reading your reviews. You're all turning me into a mushy, happy mess. I love it. Keep it up? 3
Oh and look who learned to add breaks to their story? Me. (: