HI HONEYS!
Here's your (belated) Christmas present from me! I hope you'll like it :D A slightly longer chapter - and we'll finally get this story rolling. ENJOY!
Kurt Hummel was a normal teenage boy. Except for the fact that he was 100% gay and not afraid to show it. He was proud of who he was, and he didn't let any bullies bring him down. That's what he told everybody anyways. There were a few of them that knew better, though.
Finn, of course knew, because they were brothers, and it was hard to ignore the screaming and sobbing in the middle of the night after they moved in together.
And as Finn knew, Rachel knew too. And while Rachel may be a great friend, she wasn't known for keeping her mouth shut, so Mercedes and Tina knew too. Kurt hadn't really minded. Okay, yes, he actually hated the idea of people knowing he was crying at night, but as they didn't confront or ask him about it, it didn't bother him all that much.
"So how did you know?" Blaine interjected.
"Hudson wasn't the best at keeping secrets either. And he needed someone to help him protect his bro, so he asked me. We were each other's wingmen at the time, remember?" Blaine nodded and gestured for him to go on.
"Anyway…"
The bullying kept going and even though the other Glee kids would yell at the jocks if they saw it, they couldn't always be around, when Kurt was pushed into lockers or throw into the dumpster.
Then one day, as Kurt's worst bully had him pined against a locker, spitting threats in his face, a hand grabbed the jock by his collar and hurled him back. A very handsome, tall boy stood with a frown on his face.
"What do you think you're doing?" He said directed at Karofsky.
"Showing a fag that there ain't no room for that in our school, and what the fuck are you doing?" The jock growled.
The tall boy looked at Kurt, and the brunette was afraid they'd begin to beat him up together, but then the boy turned to Karofsky again.
"Leave him alone," he said with a firm voice. Karofsky mumbled something inaudible and ran off. The tall boy then turned to offer his hand to Kurt. "Are you okay?" He asked with a polite smile. Kurt's heart skipped a beat. The boy had bright blue eyes and dark blond short hair, and he was actually nice. Kurt took his hand and was surprised by the other boy's strength.
"I'm fine," he whispered and then cleared his voice. He was not some damsel in distress. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," the boy smiled. Kurt half expected him to walk away, but he didn't. Instead he introduced himself. "My name is Matthew."
"I'm Kurt."
Kurt had never met anyone quite like Matthew. He was funny and polite. He was on the football team, but he didn't seem to mind being around Kurt. Which he was. A lot. They started hanging out after school and on the weekends.
Getting Matthew Johnson into his life was the best that had ever happened to Kurt, since he entered High School. He felt happy and most importantly, he felt loved and wanted. Granted, they didn't spend much time together in school, but Kurt understood. He didn't want Matthew to get picked on just because of him. So he accepted the quick, secret kisses between classes and looked forward to the afternoons where they'd be alone.
"Wait, so what? They were together?" Blaine interrupted.
"Yea, for a while, actually. Hummel seemed real happy."
"What do you mean?"
"If you'd let me finish you'd know," Puck laughed. He'd never really seen Blaine so into… anything. Not even when he first started the club. And never had Puck ever had Blaine's full attention like this.
"So they started dating, right? And then…"
They may not be seen as a couple at school, but Glee Club and Kurt's dad knew that they were together. And that was good enough for Kurt. His father didn't seem to hate Matthew, even though there was a polite cold air around them. They never really spoke much, as Kurt always dragged Matthew up to his room. It never crossed Kurt's mind to ask Matthew why they never were at his place.
The bullying didn't stop, but at least now he had someone to share it all with and who would kiss him gently when he was particularly hurt. Their relationship moved fast; fast for Kurt at least, but then again, he'd never been in a relationship before, so he didn't really know how fast they were going.
One day, right before fourth period, Matthew grabbed Kurt by his sleeve and pulled him into an empty classroom. Kurt giggled shyly; they had done this a few times before. But this time Matthew didn't want to… snuggle. He wanted more.
"Let's skip," the blond mumbled into Kurt's hair.
"W-what?"
"Let's skip class."
"We can't, Matt! You know I never skip," Kurt reasoned and pulled back slightly.
"I know. That's why it's okay once in a while. Please Kurt?" Matthew begged quietly and looked down at Kurt with his big, blue eyes. Kurt gulped and then nodded. What could it hurt? It was only this once, and he was kind of tired anyway.
They snug out to the hallway again and when the cost was clear they ran out to the parking lot; both laughing like little kids. Kurt had never thought it was so fun to skip class.
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Finn came home after an exhausting Glee rehearsal and to be honest, he hadn't really given much thought to where his brother was. Not before he stumbled over his designer boots in the entrance of their home.
"Kurt! What's your shoes doing down here?" Finn yelled up the stairs. The younger brunette never took off his shoes down stairs, especially not his designer boots. He knew Finn would most likely break them in some kind of accident. Finn clearly remembered that one time he'd accidently stepped on one of his brother's shirts. It had taken a week for his cheek to get down to normal size.
He didn't get an answer, so he just put the boots - very carefully - to the side and dropped his backpack next to his own shoes. He walked up the stairs and was about to knock on Kurt's door, when a sound reached his ears. A sound he knew very well from himself. He blushed crimson red and turned around on his heel.
Had that been… moaning?
He shook his head free of images and half-ran to his own room, closing the door a little too forceful. Was Kurt in the middle of-? Oh God. Finn threw himself on his bed and buried his head in his pillow. No, no, no. He turned on the TV and tried to not think of Kurt and Matthew doing- whatever they were doing. A good game of Halo would clear his mind.
Finn heard Kurt's door open and then slam closed half an hour later and then there sounded stomping down the stairs. A second later the front door slammed too. Finn may not be the brightest brother, but he knew when something was up. He had been on the receiving end of those kinds of slams before; with Rachel. So he did the only right thing he could think of - he walked up to Kurt's room and knocked on the door.
"Go away!" His brother yelled from inside, and even Finn could hear he was crying.
"Kurt-"
"GO AWAY!"
The day after Kurt never showed up for school…
"And, you know, Hummel never ever missed school. Not even when his dad had that heart attack and was in a coma or whatever, he never missed school," Puck said. "So when he was absent, we were all real worried, right? Finn didn't even know what was wrong. Apparently Kurt had just locked himself up in his room after Matthew had left."
"Nobody checked on him?"
"You obviously don't know Kurt Hummel very well, dude. When he doesn't want company, he doesn't want company. You should've seen him one day, where Finn and I-"
"Puck! Stick to the story."
"Oh, right. Then the next day when he came back to school, after practice in the locker room-"
Kurt peeked into the locker room. He didn't know if there'd be anyone in there, but Matthew had asked him to meet him here, and Matthew would never expose him to danger. Right? So he took a deep breath and walked into the room; shocked to find it full of jocks.
"What the fuck?" Sounded the first angry voice.
"What're you doing here, fag?"
"Ladies' room's next door, princess."
And then the worst of all: "Oh my god, are you seriously following me?" It was Matthew's voice. Kurt turned to look at him.
"Hummel's your stalker now or what?" Karofsky laughed further down the bench. Kurt wanted to run. There was something wrong. There was something wrong with Matthew. This wasn't the boy he loved, this-
"That fucking fairy threw himself at me yesterday, all horny and panting; begging for me to fuck him like some fucking whore." Kurt stared at his - ex? - boyfriend in shock as his stomach squirmed in nausea. He didn't- He hadn't- He would never- But the taller boy apparently wasn't finished. "I told him to fuck off, but he's been following me around all day."
That's when Puck had walked out of the showers with a towel wrapped around his waist.
"What are you fuckers on about now? Wh- Hey Hummel, what's- Fuck, what did you do to him this time?" Puck had never really been one for protecting others, but the fragile boy was growing on him, and right now he was standing in the middle of the locker room, shaking like a leaf and with tears down his face.
"Matt," Kurt whispered. "Why would you say that?"
"Fuck, he even gave you a nickname, Johnson! That's so fucking gross!" One of the boys mocked.
Kurt looked around him as each and every one of the jocks laughed; with the exception of Puck, of course. Where was Finn when you needed him? Kurt turned on his heel and ran out.
"Later we found out that Matthew had, you know, um-" Puck searched for the right word.
"Raped him?" Blaine snarled. His anger was building up again.
"Uh, yea, I guess. Kurt never really told us the whole story. We all wanted to beat the living crap out of Matthew when we found out what happened, but we couldn't beat any of 'em up too much, cuz I'd end up in juvy again, y'know," Puck explained. "So you get why he's the way he is now?"
Blaine blinked a couple of times and then nodded. "Yea, I guess. So my way of approach may not have been the best," he mumbled.
"What?"
"Nothing."
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Kurt woke early the next day, groaning loudly. Who would kill themselves by getting up by this hour of the day? He thought, as he sleepily rolled out of bed, grabbed the clothes he'd put out the day before and made his way to the bathroom.
A nice, warm shower later… Kurt still couldn't keep his eyes open. He even went as far as to make himself a cup of black coffee.
After he'd gotten home from his talk with Mercedes the day before, Kurt had made a decision. Blaine Anderson was not going to rule - or ruin - his life. He liked his work and he would be damned if one single man could force him out of it. Especially with a trip to Paris so close within his reach. He'd just have to ignore Blaine, and how hard could that be? As long as the other man didn't think he had a chance, he'd surely give up. And Kurt could deal with a few days of Blaine's approach.
Not only that- Kurt also unwrapped the new carpet and threw his old one out. Blaine had ruined it and now a brand new Flokati was standing in his apartment. Who was he to take it back? But the pillows were a no-go. Even if they were the newest design and matched the new carpet perfectly. Because Kurt Hummel did not do charity. Or bribe for that matter. He'd take them back after work tomorrow, and then he'd have all problems out of his head.
With a light head - and a stomach full of black coffee - he made his way to work, smiling for once.
Who says he's even here? He's old enough to defy Mr. Anderson, even if he is his dad. And if I've read him correctly, he doesn't seem like the person who would do anything anybody told him. Unless that anybody was his dick, he thought as he stepped into the building.
So when Kurt walked out of the elevator that morning, he didn't really expect Blaine to be there. It wasn't even eight in the morning, for God's sake! He'd purposely gotten up earlier today, just so he didn't have to actually greet the other man.
Truth be told, Kurt didn't see Blaine at first. The curly haired man did not look anything like what he had the day before. His hair was forced down with an awful amount of gel and he had taken out his piercings. Even his clothes were nice - in Kurt's opinion at least. Blaine didn't really share that opinion.
"Urg, why do I have to wear this?" He said as he pulled at his turtleneck.
"I'm sorry Mr. Anderson, but in this company we dress according to fashion," the secretary said with a smile. Kurt had to hide his own grin as he overheard their conversation from his desk. He felt slightly smug that somebody finally told the man a thing or two about clothing.
"What's wrong with my sense of fashion?" Blaine growled.
"Nothing sir, but you kind of look like a biker, and bikers do not work with fashion," she shrugged apologetically, and then hurried away as Blaine's expression got angrier.
"I look like a fucking office rat!" He yelled after her.
"Au contraire, you actually look like a decent human being in that," Kurt said briefly as he walked past on his way to the copy room. He could've slapped himself. He was supposed to ignore Blaine, not compliment him. But the way that turtleneck stretched across his broad chest and shoulders- Kurt shook his head. Go make copies, go make copies, go make copies.
Kurt was surprised to see, that Blaine actually worked. And not just sloppy work. He sat bend over (was it really necessary to sit that close to the computer?) the desk while chewing on the end of his pen absentmindedly. That really was a disgusting habit, but the way his triangular eyebrows frowned in concentration made him look... almost cute. Kurt found himself staring quite a few times, and normally he'd never let anyone or anything distract him from his work.
When the clock hit noon and most of the workers went to get lunch, Kurt stayed put in his seat. He didn't like the greasy food you could buy in the neighborhood, so he always packed his own lunch. Besides - it was a lot easier to keep working, when all you had to do was pull out a salad. He noticed that Blaine didn't move either; except for the small movements of his arm, which kept writing alternately on his notebook and his computer.
Kurt ate his salad slowly while he sketched the new cover. It was December soon, so of course it'd have to have something to do with Christmas and snow and everything nice in life. A good thing about fashion was that the question of religion never really came up. It didn't require a front page of Jesus to be a good magazine. And Kurt loved that. He didn't have to fake believes just to fit in. Most of his coworkers didn't believe in God or Jesus either.
When all the others came back Kurt looked up from his own work to see Blaine pull on his jacket and walk over to the elevator. Of course, he thought. As if Blaine would've actually stayed still a whole day; sitting by a desk working on an article on clothing he clearly had no idea how important was.
He had to take back his own words fifteen minutes later, when Blaine came back into the building - without food. Kurt had no idea why the man had left if not for lunch, before Blaine sat down by his desk again and pulled on a pair of glasses.
Holy shi- Kurt was about to bang his head against his desk again just to clear his mind. Was it legal to look that good with glasses on? Not only did they make him look intelligent, they also made him look even sexier. Kurt gulped. This wasn't going very well.
What surprised Kurt the most was Blaine's behavior. He hadn't made one attempt at touching Kurt, nor had he spoken a word to him. They'd catch each other's eyes for just a moment, before Blaine would look away. And he even stayed till closing time - and possibly even longer than that. Kurt could only assume he went home, as he himself left the building at four, and when he'd stepped into the elevator, Blaine had still been sitting bend over his desk; with those glasses on his nose.
Kurt had skipped his normal routine to go to the coffee shop and instead headed straight home to work. He didn't feel like talking to Mercedes, or anyone else for that matter. His life was slowly crumpling, and that did not humor him.
He sighed as he slumped into his couch that night. His work was done, he'd eaten a healthy dinner and now he just wanted to relax in front of the TV with a big bucket of ice cream. His freezer was however still out of ice cream and he had to settle with a diet coke and a few episodes of Americas Next Top Model; silently judging both the models and Blaine for having eaten all his ice cream. He buried his bare toes in the soft carpet and then shrugged. One bucket of ice cream for a brand new Flukati? He could live with that. And he could always buy more ice cream later.
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When he entered the office the next day Kurt was surprised to say the least when he found a single beautiful, red rose on his desk. He looked around in horror; he remembered a similar situation in high school that hadn't ended well. But it didn't look like three over-size boys were coming over to slam him against anything, so he sat down by his desk and looked at the rose. There was a small note lying next to it, saying "sorry."
Kurt looked over to the desk Blaine had sat at the day before, but it was empty. Maybe it wasn't Blaine? Then again, who else had anything to apologize to Kurt? It wasn't written in the same messy hand writing as the notes he'd gotten from Blaine before, but still.
The next few days Kurt kept receiving a single rose. Every morning there'd be a new rose on his table with a little note stuck to it. Mostly the notes just said "sorry.", but some of them also had little compliments on them. Kurt knew he should be kind of freaked out, but he couldn't help the tiny smiles the roses brought to his lips. Especially one in particular, which had a note complimenting his new boots stuck to it.
One thing that bothered him was that he didn't know who put them there. Even when he tried coming in earlier, the rose would be there. And he was almost sure it was Blaine, who put them there, but the other man said nothing and he wasn't even in the building in the mornings anymore. He sauntered in around ten o'clock and then sat down by his desk with his glasses firmly placed on his nose.
Weekend came and Blaine still hadn't admitted to sending Kurt the roses; nor had he made any attempt at talking to the brunette. Kurt was beginning to get frustrated. So frustrated he occupied his mind with a girls' night out, complete with a sleepover at his apartment.
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"So what are you gonna do about it?" Rachel asked as she shoveled another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth. All four of them had gone out to a nice dinner and a few drinks before they'd headed back to Kurt's place. They were now sitting in his living room in their PJs eating ice cream; very high school stylish.
"Yea," Mercedes supplied. "You should totally ask him about it."
"No, I can't do that!" Kurt mumbled. Somewhere in between the tree drinks and few spoonful of ice cream Kurt had told the three girls about his situation with Blaine. They still didn't know what had happened that first morning - but how should Kurt even start to tell them about that, when he didn't even remember much of it himself?
"Of course you can, Kurt!" Tina said. "If he wants to say sorry, he should man up and just tell you!"
"Even though the roses are sweet," Rachel giggled.
"Well," Kurt murmured. "I might, kind of, already-"
"You already asked him?" Mercedes gasped.
"Well, I was curious and he didn't say anything and, and-"
"Don't worry honey, you don't have to explain," Tina began when Rachel interrupted her.
"Well? What did he say? Spill!" Kurt looked from one girl to the other and then sighed as he told them about his conversation with Blaine.
"Um. Blaine?" Kurt had timidly walked over to the other man's desk that Friday.
"Hm?" He only looked up for a fraction of a second.
"Could I talk to you for a second?" There was a moment of silence, before Blaine straightened in his seat.
"Shoot," he said and leaned back in his chair.
"Um, I wanted to know if you- If you know anything about the roses that's been showing up at my desk the past week?" Kurt asked, cursing how weak and- and hopeful he sounded.
"What should I know about them?" Was Blaine's prompt answer.
"I- Well, maybe you've seen who put them there, since they're clearly placed there at night." Kurt had walked into the building at six o'clock one morning, and the rose had been on his desk as always. Nobody was even at work that early.
"Maybe you've got a secret admirer or some shit like that," Blaine shrugged.
"Well, I-" Kurt began.
"What?" The other man raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing. Forget it," he said and walked over to his own desk again.
There was a moment of total silence before Tina spoke. "He's totally hiding something from you!"
"What?" Kurt shrieked.
"He so is!" Rachel said. "Nobody would act like that if the man they want is being hit on by someone else!"
"But who even says he wants me anymore, Rach?" Kurt asked with a roll of his eyes. "He's been ignoring me for the whole week."
"Did you give him any reason not to?" Tina asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't get me wrong, he was a total jackass to you, but didn't you reject him, like, four times or something?"
"Well, yes, but-"
"But now you're suddenly interested?" Rachel interrupted.
"No! I mean, he's attractive, but- No! No, I am not interested." Kurt looked at the three girls. They were all looking at him with one of their eyebrows raised.
"Fine," he sighed. "I might be a little interested."
"So?" Rachel said with a voice full of excitement.
"So?" Kurt questioned.
"How are you gonna get him?" All three girls exclaimed with happy smiles on their faces. Oh God, Kurt thought. This is worse than high school.
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