A/N: So, this for Bongo, who is bored and needed another chapter!
Two of you offered to be my betas and left your email-addresses but ff removed them before I could read them. So, if you're interested in beta this story and English is your first language, please send me a pm or an email at energikakan ( )
You know, without the spaces and the ()!
Well, enough rambling, here's some Klaine for you!
Kurt and Blaine had dinner with the others in the big house. They declined an offer to watch tv with them and opted for talking a walk after dinner. They walked along the sea holding hands in a comfortable silence. Their silence was however quickly interrupted by the sound of thunder. It didn't take long before the rain was pouring down. Kurt and Blaine laughed and started running back to their house, still hand in hand. They were both soaking when they got inside. Still laughing they went upstairs and changed into sweats and t-shirts.
"Wanna have some tea?" Kurt asked.
"I'd love to, would you mind making some popcorn as well, I'm just going to the bathroom."
"Sure!" Kurt smiled to his fiancé.
When Blaine came downstairs Kurt had lit cancels on the table and on the coffee table. Two steaming cups of tea were placed on the coffee table and popcorn was in the microwave. Blaine smiled to Kurt and gave him a kiss before sitting down on the couch. He placed himself in one of the corners in the u-shaped couch. When the popcorn were done, Kurt poured them into a bowl before joining his fiancé on the couch, sitting in the other corner.
"May I give you a foot massage?" Blaine asked him.
"What? For real?" Kurt looked at him and couldn't believe his luck.
"Yeah, give me your footsies!"
Kurt placed his feet in front of Blaine who took off his socks and pulled out a bottle of foot cream from his pocket.
"You really don't have to do this." Kurt said.
"Why'd you say that?"
"You know... Feet... They are not the nicest thing on a body."
"Kurt?! You don't like feet?"
"No, I think they are kinda gross. Sweaty and smelly."
Blaine took the foot his was massaging to his nose and smelled it before smiling to Kurt.
"Nah, they smell like roses."
"They do not!"
"Maybe not, but I really don't have a problem with feet. And I like doing things for you. Things that makes you relax and feel good."
"This is certainly one of those." Kurt said and scooted down a little on the couch. He closed his eyes for a short moment to really enjoy Blaine's massage.
"So, hon... How are you tonight?" He asked Blaine and opened his eyes again.
"Tonight I'm fine."
Just as Blaine had said that, they were interrupted by a loud thunder and they could see a white flash over the lake. Seconds after all the lights went off in their house.
"Oh, blackout!" Blaine smiled to Kurt. "You're not afraid of the dark hu?"
"No, not when I have my big fiancé here to protect me!" Kurt said and smiled back to him.
There was a knock on the door. Blaine, who was the one without sticky foot cream on his feet went to open. Outside stood Burt. Blaine opened the door to let him in.
"I just wanted to see that you guys are alright and inside." He said. "But I can see you're all set for a blackout. It looks like you have it really cozy here. I'm sorry to disturb."
"We're fine dad." Kurt said from the couch, raising an eyebrow to his dad.
"Good, good. Well, goodnight then. See you guys tomorrow!" Burt said and turned towards the door.
Blaine put a hand on his shoulder
"Thanks for checking on us, Burt. That means a lot."
"No problem kid. Love you."
"Love you too." Blaine said as he closed the door.
He returned to the couch where Kurt was watching him while sipping on his tea.
"What?" Blaine asked while he resumed the foot massage.
"Sometimes you do things and say things that make me... I don't know how to put it. But when dad came now, I just felt annoyed that someone interrupted our nice evening. But then you make me realized that I really should be thankful for it rather then being annoyed. You put things in other perspective and I'm grateful for that."
Blaine blushed a bit by Kurt's words. They were quiet a bit, Blaine rubbing Kurt's feet and Kurt sipping tea, enjoying the massage and watching Blaine thinking.
"I don't know how to respond to that, Kurt."
"You don't have to respond to that, Blainey. I'm just grateful you're in my life and offer me other ways to look at the world, and in this case, my dad."
"I'm just not use to having anyone care enough about me to walk down in the rain to make sure that I'm okay."
"I know. And I'm so used to it that I regard it as something natural, and as something annoying. My first thought was that dad doesn't trust us, and that he intrudes on my personal life. I had to swallow to stop myself from lashing out on him."
"Oh..." Blaine said and looked at Kurt in amazement.
"Yeah, but you put it in the right perspective. Of course he came down here to see that we were okay. And it was an act of love not of violation of my privacy."
They sat quiet. Blaine shifted foot and Kurt took some popcorn. They listen to the storm and the thunder outside.
"So, you're fine tonight?" Kurt picked up the old conversation.
"I am. I have had an amazing day."
"Good. Me too."
"I can't believe his wife paid for our lunch." Blaine said.
"That was... Unexpected to say the least. Are you always conscious about your surroundings when we are out like you were today?"
"Yes. It's unconscious I guess. Aren't you?"
"Yes, I guess I am... But I hate it and most often I want to ignore it. I often feel like standing up, like today at that restaurant - I saw that you'd seen someone that made you cautious about showing your love for me. And all I wanted to do was to get up, pull you up and kiss you there for everyone to see."
"I want to do that too, Kurt. But I would never put you in a dangerous situation like that."
"I know, me neither. But I just get so jealous of every straight couple that are able to hold hands anywhere, anytime. I want that too."
"I know. When we move to New York we be able to do that though."
"Yeah..." Kurt sighed, New York, it seemed to be so far away.
Blaine was done with the massage and put Kurt's feet on his knee while he took a sip of the tea and ate some popcorn.
"Blaine... May I ask you something?" Kurt said after a short while.
"Anything. Always." Blaine leant forward and took Kurt's hand and kissed it.
"When you were a kid, did you know that you're parents were ass-holes?"
Blaine flinched by the harsh word but thought about it.
"Sometimes..." Blaine said.
"Care to elaborate?" Kurt asked. "You don't have to." He added.
"Yes, of course... I want to talk to you about it. But... I think I might need some extra sedatives first. Just in case."
Blaine stood up and got the medicine. He took them before sitting down in his corner of the couch again. He sat down and look at Kurt again.
"So, of course there were times when I knew that my parents were... That not every parents were like mine. I didn't have any friends so I didn't go home to others and saw the dynamics in other families. But I could see that the other kids in my class wasn't covered by bruises. I told myself it was because they had been good children who obeyed their parents.
"But, I knew I did obey my parents and still was covered in bruises. I knew, but I choose not to put the pieces together. Because, if I did put them together, where would that leave me? When I was really young, my parents were my everything. You know how kids don't believe their parents could do anything wrong? Well, that goes for kids with shitty parents as well..."
"I'm so sorry Blaine." Kurt said and took his hand.
"Please don't apologize. There wasn't anything you could do about it. We didn't even know each other back then."
"But still... I wish someone had done anything."
"Yeah, me too."
"You wrote in your memories and told me today that their were teachers who saw your bruises and called the social services and took you to the er and stuff, didn't they put the pieces together?"
"Apparently not... I don't know really, Kurt. I've thought a lot about that. I'm convince that they knew but that they choose not to see it for what it really was. My mom was a really good actor when needed. She could clean up nice. She came to school, more than once, dressed up with make up and high heels and played the role of the devoting mother. And I guess they choose to believe her. She always have some explanation of why I had bruises and was dirty and stuff. And I guess it was easier for them to believe her instead of calling her bluff.
"The people from the social services would always change. They had problem with getting people to stay, they would quit. I guess, or at least I hope, that they would sense that something was up with our family but since they only saw us once and then quit, they couldn't confirm that feeling."
"Did you have a lot to do with them?"
"The social services? No, not really. My mother's parents died right before I was born. Apparently they were quite wealthy and we live of the heritage for many years. So, even during the times when they couldn't work, there were always money. So we didn't need the social services for money or paying rent. We only came in contact with them when the school called."
"You'd think that if a school calls about the same kid multiple times, that would raise some warnings signs. It should be in the law that that had to lead to an investigation."
"Yeah, I guess." Blaine shrugged and drank some more tea.
"Was the people you met from the social services nice to you?"
"They were nice, but not caring. They would be nice to me before mom sweep in to the room with her stories of why I had bruises and then they would look at me differently. I never, ever, told them the real reasons of the bruising."
"Do you regret that?"
"Well, I don't really believe in regret. I know that under those circumstances I couldn't had act different. There was no way I could tell them the truth. I was too scared."
"Too scared of what?"
"I had this picture of what would happen if I told them. I think it came for my parents. But I believed that if I told anyone about the secret of our family, I'd be taken away from my parents and forced to live in an orphanage or in a foster family. They wouldn't think twice about hitting me. That's what my father told me over and over "Blaine, Anna and I always hesitates before we hurt you. Other grown ups would never hesitate to hit you." It was intimidating for me. So I kept my mouth shut. And went home to my parents, who never thought twice before betting me."
"Your mom's name was Anna. I never heard our father's name."
"Yeah... I know..." Blaine looked down. He took a deep breath. "His name's is Dave, short for David."
He heard Kurt inhale and looked at him.
"Really? Dave? Like in..."
"Yeah, like in Dave Karofsky. That's why I hadn't told you. I think it's too creepy."
They sat in silence for a while, both of them thinking about the Daves in their life.
"Can you hold me for a while?" Blaine asked with a voice filled with emotion.
"Always, come here." Kurt said and opened his arms and shifted so Blaine was the one laying on the couch.
They both had tears running. Blaine hold Kurt tight.
"You're safe now. I love you." Kurt whispered over and over.
"Thanks for saving me, Kurt." Blaine whispered.
"Nothing to say thank you for. I will always save you if you need me to."
They stayed close together without speaking for a long while. They heard the wind, the rain and the thunder outside but they were safe in their house. They both had a lot to process and it was a comfortable silence. Kurt run his hand in Blaine's unruly hair.
After half an hour of laying in Kurt's embrace and letting the tears fall, Blaine felt the effect from the sedative and the exhaustion from the discussion come over him. It was a struggle just to keep his eyelids open.
"Kurt?" He mumbled.
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna fall asleep soon."
"You wanna go to the bed?"
"Not really, it's so cosy here."
"We can make it cosy upstairs as well. I think you'd sleep better there."
"Okay." Blaine said but didn't move.
Kurt felt him become heavier in his arms and looked down on him. He wasn't really sleeping yet, Kurt could tell that. But, he also knew that if he didn't do anything soon, Blaine would fall into a deep sleep. Kurt didn't feel like moving either, but he pushed Blaine into a more sitting position.
"Blaine? Come on, lets go upstairs."
"Mmmokay."
Kurt took some of the lights with him upstairs to be able to see in the dark house. He lit some new candles in the bedroom. Kristen had several candlesticks on the wall in the bedroom and even in the toilet, and Kurt had thought it was a bit unnecessary but now he could see the point of them. He undid the bed for Blaine to slip in to before he went downstairs. Blaine hadn't fallen asleep like he thought, he had brought the dishes to the kitchen and was loading the dishwasher.
Kurt blew out all the candles downstairs before he took Blaine's hand and led him upstairs. He could see that even if Blaine was moving and doing things, he was close to sleep and wouldn't be able to hold a conversation. He helped him off with his clothes and into a pajama before he helped him under the covers.
Kurt went to the bathroom before he changed into pajamas and took the book he was reading with him to the bed. He blew out all the candles before he laid down next to Blaine who was still awake and staring unseeingly in front of him.
"Blainey?" Kurt said with a soft voice. "Wanna cuddle?"
Blaine nodded and scooted close to Kurt. Kurt decided against his book and shifted so he was holding Blaine close to his body. He blew out the last candle, on his nightstand, before laying down properly.
"I love you Blaine."
"Love you too." Blaine whispered.
"Have you taken your medicine for the night?"
He felt Blaine nod and placed a kiss on his hair. It didn't take many minutes before he felt Blaine become totally relaxed in his embrace. His muscles twitching lightly telling him that Blaine was sleeping.
Kurt couldn't fall asleep however, he laid awake for hours thinking about Blaine's childhood. He kept coming back to the social workers. Why hadn't they reacted? Why hadn't they saved him? He felt himself becoming mad but then Blaine hummed in his sleep which made his anger disappear. Kurt decided to check up on the laws about social workers and child abuse. He fell asleep around midnight, pressed close to Blaine's soft, warm body.