Word count: 2,860 (Short I know)
Chapter notes: I apologise for the short chapter but again, it is just leading up to what is going to happen. I know everyone says this, but I would just like to thank you all again for reading this, it means so much to me! Enjoy. :D
"And sign here, here and here" Andrew pointed to the dotted lines on the paper in front of me like I had done to Madison the day before, and I could hear the smugness and discrimination in his voice. I picked up the pen and signed in my loopy handwriting which he scoffed at. I had to keep all my strength from not lashing out and punching him in the face or somewhere much, much worse which would cause much, much more pain. My knuckled gripped the tabletop so hard that my knuckles were white.
"There" I said lightly, a surge of happiness running straight through me. Even though I wasn't moving in until the New Year, I felt as though I had a real home. I had convinced Blaine to live with me, but he had insisted he paid half of the rent each month, which I had agreed to reluctantly, but I was extremely excited to be living with Blaine, officially.
"Thank you. Right, so I assume Blaine is with you?" he asked me with no emotion whatsoever. I nodded sternly "Well, tell him that as long as he proceeds to act on his...sexuality as you call it, he will no longer live in my house, and her will no longer be my son would you?"
My bottom jaw fell to the floor at his words. I couldn't believe the nerve of this man that Blaine had to call his father. I felt unconditional sympathy for the boy I loved at this hideous mans words, slicing through my heart like knives and wounding and killing me momentarily, but mostly I just felt angry. Angry that Blaine had to grow up with it being obvious that Andrew (it hurt to say his name, making him wince each time), felt and would never feel any love whatsoever for his son and that he saw him as such a disappointment that he just couldn't come to terms with how he was born to be, how he was meant to be, and how he was. And the way he had said these words so casually made my blood boil and rush to my finger tips, them aching to pull my fist back and punch him right in the face, right on the end of his nose.
"No, you know what, I won't! How dare you talk to him like that! He may be your son, but he is still a human being and he still has feelings. The least you can do is accept him and come to terms with something that isn't his choice. Why can't you just learn to be a father" I finished, feeling my anger being momentarily released but soon filling me again at his next words.
"You disgusting fag! How dare you tell me what to do! And for your information, I have come to terms with it, whilst he doesn't act on his feelings. He is a disappointment to the family name and I do not want him or you or any of your disgusting homosexual acts of affection in my house or in my life. Goodbye Kurt, I hope you are happy with that stupid little shop and my stupid little son" he finished before standing up and pushing himself off from the table, storming out of the shop. I didn't notice a tear had rolled down my cheek until I felt the salty bitterness of my teardrops on my lips and the salt drying my mouth.
"Are you okay?" said a small voice to the left. I looked to see where it was coming from to see a pink handkerchief being held out to me by a small, bony hand. I took it gratefully and wiped my face with it lightly. The girl was the waitress from the café in the middle of central park, her hazel orbs oozing with sympathy and her smooth face creased with concentration. The same ringlets framed her face and swung elegantly and she silently asked permission to sit with me. I gestured to the seat across from me and she delicately lowered herself in to the chair opposite.
"Kurt isn't it? Kurt Hummel-Anderson?"I laughed at the name, the memories invading my mind without a second of hesitation. She must still think that was my name, although I rather like that name.
"Not Hummel-Anderson, just Hummel" I answered, smiling as I said that hyphenated name.
"Oh, so is he your fiancé then?" she asked me. I almost spat my gulp of coffee out at her as I choked on her words. Fiancé? Was that how we acted around each other? Or was that just because that was what she had heard me being called?
"Oh no! We aren't together!" I answered truthfully, although I really wanted to lie and say he was mine. God, I wanted that so much it hurt. It hurt my insides so much that I wanted to run home right now and kiss him senseless; to just tell him how I feel; to hold him as I slept and kiss him goodnight. Why couldn't anyone read minds, what is he turned me down? What if he didn't like me that way and it put an end to our whole friendship? But then I realised that I didn't care anymore, so what if he did turn me down, I would still have had my shot. They say the things that kill us aren't the things we did wrong, it's the things we never had the guts to do, and I had always stood by that statement.
"Are you sure about that? I didn't mean to be an eavesdropper or anything, but the way he was looking at you, well, let's just say that my boyfriend doesn't look at me that way! Well, he doesn't really look at me like anything anymore...but still, he looked at you with pure love" she finished quickly, smiling weakly and looking at her fingernails as she spoke. I could see right through this girl. Something was wrong and I wanted to find out what it was. I wasn't usually this nosy, but something about this girl enticed me in and made me want to know her more.
"Are you okay? Is something wrong?" I asked her softly, not wanting to do anymore damage. Her head perked up and her hazel eyes came in contact with mine, making me gasp when I saw there were tears there, not enough to spill over, but definitely there. They looked exactly the same as Blaine's when he was about to cry. I felt my heart shatter at the sight of this poor girl. Who was her boyfriend? Whoever he was I was going to kick his ass.
"Nothing is wrong; I'm just having a tough time at home right now. It's nothing for you to worry about. But thank you anyway, Kurt, just for caring" she answered, looking back down at her hands which were wrung together on the table, fidgeting and picking at her nails.
She just looked defeated. Like nothing I could say or do could make her feel better but I could at least try right? I could at least try to make her feel better about herself even though her jackass of a boyfriend couldn't even do so much as that, right?
"Here, have my phone number, call me if you ever need anything" I told her and took a piece of paper, wrote down my eleven numbers and handed it to her across the table. She looked up for a moment at my hand and reached out sheepishly to take the slip. I saw the hesitation in her eyes and I could see her confusion in her posture. Maybe I should become a physiotherapist, I thought, I'd be good at it! She just looked so weak and upset that I felt as if I would break in her gaze of sadness.
When she took the piece of paper, she burst in to tears, salty water spilling from her eyes and cascading freely down her cheeks. I sat awkwardly for a moment whilst she buried her head in her hands and her shoulders shook from the sobs racking her body. I decided to move from my position and I moved across the table to sit in the booth with her and wrapped my arms gently around her. She immediately clutched my shirt, obviously creasing is with her fists, but I couldn't care less right now; all I wanted to do was to keep this girl in my arms crying desperately safe, I suddenly felt a connection with this girl.
She pulled away from my shirt and wiped her eyes frantically, turning away from me and her cheeks blushing violently. Her hazel eyes were absorbed with sadness and the honey colour had completely disappeared, leaving the orbs of brown lifeless and empty.
"I'm so sorry for breaking down on you like that, you must think I'm a crazy bitch right now" she said, shaking her head embarrassed at her actions.
"Jasmine, that's right isn't it?" she nodded, so I continued "Jasmine, you don't have to worry okay? I don't mean to intrude on your business, but I can tell something is wrong. You can tell me you know, some people say that I am endless ears" she laughed at this as I thought back to what Blaine had told me after I had listened to him ramble on and on about how awesome the Harry Potter movies are, purely because I loved the melodic sound of his voice.
"I can't tell you Kurt, no matter how much I want to, I can't. But can I keep the number, just in case?" she asked me, her voice hoarse from crying so much. I smiled sadly at her honesty but felt my heart break for her as she said this. I knew what was happening, I had seen it before. This was abuse, and anyone who wasn't blind could see that. All I could do was try and help her.
"Of course" I answered.
"Are you ready to go Blainers?"I asked, really getting in to the holiday spirit, seeing all of the lights across New York, making the city twinkle like the stars. We were currently seated in my navigator, me at the steering wheel, bouncing in my seat at the thought of seeing my family again for the first time in 3 months. I know that most people miss their parents when they move away, but it wasn't just that I missed my dad, I also missed my best friend. My dad was the only friend I had had for a long time and it broke my heart not being able to wake up to the smell of coffee made for me by my father.
"Absolutely!" he answered enthusiastic as ever. He had been rambling on for days and days saying how excited he was to meet my famous father and my step-mom. I had thought of taking him to my mom's grave too, but I hadn't decided yet. I didn't want to break down in front of him and I didn't want to look stupid when I talked to her like I always did. But the main reason was because he might question why I had taken him there, and then that would ruin the surprise that would have to wait until the evening. I had the perfect evening planned out for us that would hopefully go to plan and that he wouldn't do what I was praying he wouldn't, the worst possible thing, the thing that would tear me apart; reject me.
Blaine reached out and put my iPod on shuffle songs, single ladies blasting through the speakers of the car. I laughed so much as he started to do the routine that I knew by heart from my high school days.
"Cause if you like it then you should have put a ring on it,
If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it!" Blaine sang at the top of his lungs, me laughing so hard at what he was doing, I was unable to talk, let alone sing. My lungs ached at the amount of laughter coursing through my veins and coming out of my mouth as light as a feather. My heart felt weightless as I laughed along with Blaine, feeling as If I was really going home for the first time, here with Blaine by my side.
The song finished and the laughter died down as the next played. Perfect by P!nk came through the speakers. I could feel his gaze on the side as my head as I tried to focus on the road, remembering what had happened to Quinn and not wanting that to happen to me or Blaine. He kept on looking at me whilst he was singing and I couldn't help the blush that crept up my neck and across my cheeks.
He reached over and squeezed my hand when the song finished and I chanced a look at him. His eyes were filled to the brim with that love that made my insides churn and squirm under his gaze. Was that directed at me? Or was it just the emotions of singing the song coming out? I decided on the second option and squeezed his hand back gently, carefully releasing it to change gear in the car.
That was how we spent the journey; songs, iPods and stolen glances. Conversation flowed easily, both of us never running out of things to say and our subjects going from deep, to light and from happy to sad. I almost cried when he talked about what his mother was like and I told him about mine. I could see the tears in his eyes when I told him my father couldn't wait to see him and that he loved him already.
The 6 hour long journey that usually seemed to last forever lasted no time at all. And all thanks to this man by my side, brightening up my days and lighting up my life.
We pulled up outside of my house in Lima Ohio 5 hours later and I just took a moment to look. Something's just never change, and no matter how long I stared, I still couldn't find a thing that was different about this house I grew up in, everything seemed the same as before.
I climbed out of the car just as Carole came running out of the door making a noise as she ran towards me. I opened my arms smiling the widest I had in months and pulled her as close to me as I could manage whilst still being able to breathe. I smiled into her shoulder and tears began to well up in her eyes as she pulled away, quickly wiping them away before they had chance to spill.
"Oh Kurt, I've missed you so much" she said looking at me with that motherly tone in her voice. She would never replace my mother, but she was doing a pretty good job at being the perfect step-mother.
"I've missed you too Carole! Dad!" I shouted as I ran the remaining length of the path to where my dad was standing. I flung my arms around his neck, almost pulling us both over and squeezed him so hard I thought he might burst underneath me. It was like I felt that if I ever let go again he would be gone and I would never see him again if he so much as released his death grip.
"Kurt...dying...here!" he said, muffled by my shoulder and I pulled back laughter filling the air between us. Blaine had watched the whole scene from beside the car. I looked over to him and saw his hand on his heart and a look of adorableness on his face. I gestured for him to come over with my hands and he visibly ran towards me and my parents.
"Dad, Carole, meet Blaine. Blaine, well you know who this is" I introduced them. Carole immediately pressed a kiss to his cheek and engulfed him in a motherly hug which he returned naturally, chuckling in to her shoulder as she embraced him. She pulled back after a moment and stepped back, a radiant smile still evident on her features.
"It's so great to finally meet you Blaine, I'm so glad you could join us for Christmas" she said with her hand over her heart.
"It's a pleasure to meet you too Mrs. Hummel" I heard her mumble something about being called Carole and he turned to dad and held out his hand "Mr Hummel" he said.
Dad just laughed and pulled him in to one of his famous bear hugs. I could see Blaine was surprised at first but after he got over the initial shock he clung to Burt like I had down; like a lifeline.
This Christmas was defiantly going to be a great one.
A/N: I know you all want a klaine kiss and I am sorry to keep you waiting so long but I pinky promise that it will be soon...very soon! Review?