A/N: Before we get to the good stuff:
!11 It took me forever, I know, but this chapter is almost twice as long as the normal chapters and it's all drama and shit, and if I hadn't stopped it where I did, it would've gone on FOREVER.
So please forgive me for taking a bit long with this, because here you have 5400+ words of fucking drama. Again, the boys kidnapped the chapter and didn't give it back before everything was screwed up. I really, seriously hope you enjoy it!
The few days until Thursday went by pretty fast; with fleeting kisses in the office and before going home. Blaine always seemed to find a way to sneak out just before Kurt left to go home, so he could catch him in the elevator and kiss him senseless before letting him go. Kurt would always have a tight grip on his arms though, to ensure them staying by Blaine's sides. The few times he'd been successful in putting a hand on Kurt's hip or waist, the brunette had pulled away and taken a step back.
'Too soon', Blaine got that, he really did. But it wasn't like he was asking for sex - he did that enough in his dreams; begged Kurt to just please touch him or let him touch in some way, they were there every night and he felt like a horny teenager all over again - he knew that was too soon. But just holding each other?
He sighed deeply as Kurt pushed him away again. The elevator doors opened and Kurt sent him a small smile.
"See you in an hour," he said and waved as the doors closed again. They'd agreed on Kurt going home before the date, since he apparently couldn't shop in his work clothes. Blaine slumped up against the wall. The whole no-touching-thing was putting him on edge. If he didn't have work - and a little bit of pride still left in his body - he'd be jerking off in the nearest bathroom. He was actually thinking of ignoring his work in favor of the latter when the elevator doors opened and he was met by the sight of his father walking over to his desk. He groaned. Not now. He was frustrated enough already and going on a shopping-date after talking with his dad would surely end in a disaster.
"Blaine," The older man greeted coldly. Blaine just raised an eyebrow and sat down in his chair with crossed arms and his jaw clenched shut.
"I talked to Belinda," Stephen said as he looked down at his son.
"So?" Blaine didn't even bat an eyelid. He knew she'd tell his father at some point.
"She told me you were being rude to her," the older Anderson told him.
"She was rude to me."
"That's no way to treat a lady, Blaine," Stephen sighed with a frown forming on his forehead.
"Should you really be one to talk?" Blaine asked and rose from the chair. He leaned a bit closer to his father and said in a disgusted voice, "Oh right, because you just bend her over your desk and-"
"Blaine Anderson. Shut your mouth this instant. We are in public," Stephen snapped.
"Like that ever stopped you before…" Blaine mumbled.
"There's still no reason for you to treat Belinda like that," Stephen said and Blaine felt his blood boil. There was never a reason for him to do anything other than what he was told according to his dad.
"She started it," he said in a monotone voice.
"Stop acting like a child," Stephen said and Blaine could hear the anger and the hidden threat in the sentence.
"Stop treating me like one," he countered.
"I treat you according to how you behave, Blaine. I think you should leave now, you won't get any work done in your condition." And with that the older Anderson walked into his office again; after signaling for Belinda to follow him. Blaine felt the bile rise in his throat, before shoving himself away from his desk, grabbing his leather jacket and marching out of the office.
As he stepped out on the sidewalk, he lit up a cigarette and took a calming drag. He'd gotten into the whole smoking thing at seventeen and even though he'd cut down a lot, he still needed the calm the cigarettes gave him. He didn't smoke on a daily basis, but Blaine allowed himself to smoke when he'd been talking to his father. It always left him furious, and he didn't have time for a trip to the gym.
He had a date to worry about.
xxx
Meanwhile Kurt was having a bit of a panic attack. Not really, because he was just looking through his wardrobe, but then again it was never just choosing an outfit to Kurt. It was his image and his amour, and he was going to choose the right one. Except he was nothing to wear. Well, he had a lot to wear, but really, what do you wear on a second date? Nothing that says let's-have-sex or let's-make-out-on-the-backseat-of-your-car (especially because Blaine most likely would bring his bike), but nothing too much don't-touch-my-I'm-a-delicate-flower either.
Kurt sighed and threw the towel he was wearing onto a chair. He stepped into a pair of boxers - Don't think of which ones to wear, Kurt, that's just too creepy, he thought as he pulled his favorite blue pair on - and put his hands on his hips as he scanned over his closet.
It took him the better half of twenty minutes, but he ended up in a pair of stonewashed skinny jeans (not near as skinny as the black ones he'd worn on the first date), a striped turtleneck he'd had since high school, so yeah, it might be a bit tight, but it wasn't like that hurt anybody, was it?
Kurt was just laying the final touch on his hair when there sounded a knock from his front door. He quickly added a last layer of hairspray before running to the door. He took a calming breath and opened it to reveal a smirking Blaine with a helmet under his arm.
"Hi," Kurt said with a small smile.
"Hey," Blaine responded and leaned in to press a kiss to Kurt's cheek. Before he got that far however Kurt took a step back with a mildly disgusted look on his face.
"Have you been smoking?" He asked in a disapproving tone and Blaine sighed. He knew he should've bought some gum before coming here.
"I might've," he shrugged; trying to brush it off as no big deal, but of course Kurt wouldn't allow that.
"Is that something you do often?"
"Not anymore," Blaine answered truthfully. He didn't feel like sharing his argument with his father with Kurt. He would surely take the blame upon himself; Blaine had only been so rude to her to stop her from picking on Kurt, after all. Not that Blaine saw it like that. He'd always been rude to her; ever since he found out she was fucking his dad. Walking in on his old man and his secretary, who also happened to be Blaine's former babysitter wasn't one of Blaine's fondest memories.
"But you still smoke?" Kurt pressed and crossed his arms over his chest.
"When I'm frustrated, yes, can we let it go now?" Blaine bit and immediately regretted it. Maybe he should've lit another cigarette; he was clearly not as calm as he thought he was. "Kurt, I'm-" he started to apologize but to his surprise, Kurt stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
"It's fine, Blaine." And really, when Kurt said it like that, how could it not be? "I'm guessing it's your dad-" Blaine tensed a bit. "-So I'm not going to ask. But I will ask you to at least brush your teeth or something next time, if you're gonna get close to me," Kurt joked. And wow, how did he do that? Just brush aside Blaine's mean words like he was used to them and still be able to smile? Blaine's brow furrowed at that thought. Maybe there was more Puck hadn't told him.
"I will," Blaine said instead of asking Kurt about his teenage years. He knew from personal experience that talking about the past wasn't the most comfortable thing, and he respected Kurt's privacy. To a point. He could always ask him when he finally got that ass in bed.
"Are you cold?" Kurt asked as they walked out on the sidewalk. Blaine almost snorted. Apparently he'd been shivering. It really had been too long since he'd been laid. Maybe he should push just a little bit today and get Kurt to at least let him step a foot into second base.
"No," he responded and handed Kurt the helmet he'd been carrying. Then he gestured to a shiny motorcycle on the sidewalk. "Your ride, my good sir."
Kurt snorted and then let his eyes travel over the bike and almost dropped his jaw on the ground. It was a Kawasaki Ninja and it was royal blue. Kurt may not have been all too enthusiastic about cars even with his dad being a mechanic, but he knew what good quality was and that right there in front of him, was a motorcycle his dad would die to work on.
"You- you-" He stammered and took a few steps closer so he could run a hand over the shiny blue material.
"Ride a nice bike?" Blaine suggested with a grin. He knew Kurt probably wouldn't know much about his baby, but he'd washed her and made her look extra pretty for the occasion.
"A 'nice bike'? Blaine, you ride a Ninja!" Kurt hissed as if he was offended on behalf of the bike. Blaine almost stumbled over his own feet.
"You know what she is?" He gaped. Kurt scoffed at him and pursed his lips.
"Son of a mechanic, and a human with a brain, Blaine," he said with a shake of his head, as if he was saying that the sky was blue to a small child. "Now let me ride it!" He said excitedly and turned to Blaine with a smile before noticing Blaine's smirk.
"Oh, I will," he said teasingly and Kurt's cheeks took a slightly pink color.
"You know that's not what I meant," he mumbled as they climbed onto the bike. Kurt wound his arms loosely around the other man's middle as Blaine kicked the bike to life.
xxx
It wasn't that Blaine didn't like shopping. Shopping was fine.
It was just the way Kurt was shopping. He didn't walk into stores, picked up a few things and paid for them, like Blaine normally did. He made Blaine - and Blaine groaned at this until Kurt slapped his shoulder - try on every piece of clothing he found. He was pulling jeans off and on so many times he lost count and he didn't even try to sound enthusiastic when Kurt brought in a new pair. He'd even tried pulling Kurt inside the dressing room, but the brunette had just laughed and slipped away to find a shirt that "Will fit those jeans so perfectly; you gotta keep those on, I'll only be a minute, Blaine."
If that had just been it, but no. The line to the cashier was miles long and Blaine's feet were throbbing ("That's what you get for wearing those shoes, Blaine.") and he was sweating and the lady in front of them had a freaking baby with her and it wouldn't. stop. screaming. Blaine sighed and buried his head in the stack of clothes he was carrying. It was all perfectly fine clothes and Blaine had even found himself smiling over a few of the choices, but he was tired and he really just wanted to go eat and then make out with Kurt somewhere.
The look Kurt sent him before stepping forward in the line was pretty much worth all his suffering though.
He had his head tilted slightly to the side and his eyes were shining. His lips were raised in a small smile, but this one was warmer than any of the smiles Blaine had ever received from him before.
"What?" He asked but Kurt's smile just grew and he stepped up to the desk and dumped the clothes he was carrying. Blaine did the same.
"Nothing," Kurt said and then his eyes caught something next to Blaine's head. Blaine turned around and saw a royal blue scarf hanging on a rack an arm's length from him and looked back at Kurt's heart eyes. He chuckled and pulled the scarf down before putting it with the other clothes.
"Blaine-" Kurt said with a frown.
"I am not taking no for an answer," he simply answered. "Take it as a belated birthday present."
"It's been months since my birthday," Kurt grumbled.
"That's why it's belated, idiot. Or you can take it as a thank you for forgiving me present," Blaine said as he handed his credit card to the lady behind the counter.
"Who said anything about me forgiving you?" Kurt asked with a teasing smile as he wrapped the scarf around his neck on the way out of the store.
"What? You haven't-" But Blaine snapped his mouth shut when he saw Kurt doubling over in laughter.
"Asshole," Blaine mumbled with a smile of his own and a kick to Kurt's leg.
xxx
Dinner was surprisingly awkward-free, even though Blaine got down on one knee before their waiter even arrived and everybody in the restaurant were staring at them and Kurt's face had gotten so red he could've been a traffic light (Blaine didn't fail to tell him this; it earned him another slap to the shoulder).
"I just want you to forgive me and I promised you a speech, didn't I?" Blaine teased when Kurt hauled him up by the arm.
"Do it in your seat, because people are staring, Blaine!" Kurt hissed and pouted a bit. Blaine just laughed.
"Okay, okay," he said. "I have a dream-" He started but Kurt interrupted him with a snort.
"Seriously? That's how you're gonna do this?" He laughed but snapped his lips shut when he saw Blaine's raised eyebrow. "Okay, I'm sorry, please continue." Blaine cleared his throat before talking again.
"I have a dream," he winked at Kurt, but suddenly the atmosphere turned slightly more serious. "A dream of coming to work happy; a dream of walking down streets with a smile on my face; I have a dream of finding that something that makes me happier than fuc- sleeping with whoever's nearest in my club." Kurt let the word slip because was Blaine really being honest and emotional and sweet for once?
"I dream of being able to put a smile on your lips; among other things I'd like to put there." Again with the winking, but still. He was saying it with such a warm voice that Kurt found himself smiling. "And I dream of you forgiving me for being such a dick the other day. It had nothing to do with you; it was me who should've thought before doing. I'm sorry, and I promise it won't happen again," Blaine finished and he really hoped that hadn't been too much. He'd never been the romantic type and he had no idea what he was doing.
"I forgive you," Kurt smiled. "But if you kiss me to provoke your dad again, I'll kick you in the nuts, and I'll have you know that I was kicker on our football team back in high school." Blaine gulped but laughed, albeit a bit nervously.
It was when their waiter came over that things started getting… somewhat awkward.
Blaine wasn't jealous. He'd been there way too early already and he'd accepted that yea, he might've been slightly jealous over Daniel, but he was not going to be jealous over some waiter.
Just because said waiter was as gay as the fourth of July and was positively ogling at Kurt the entire time he was at their table, and the way he would lean a little too close to hear what Kurt wanted to eat and the way his eyes were burning holes in Kurt's clothes and- And Blaine was definitively not jealous. He was just… protective. Of Kurt. Yes, protective of Kurt, who was clearly not a fuck-and-go kind of guy, but with the way the waiter was looking at him, he might as well be a whore.
Blaine kept an eye on the waiter for the rest of the evening, and yea, he might've snapped a bit at him here and there and he didn't leave as big a tip as he could've, but he didn't act directly rude to the guy. He hoped. Judging by Kurt's never-leaving smile, he was right.
xxx
"Won't you come inside for a bit for a cup of coffee?" Kurt said with a small smile when they stood outside his door. Blaine's body registered the question before the rest of him and nodded before stepping inside. A warm bubbly feeling spread through his body. Maybe the reason Kurt had rejected him the whole week was because he didn't like being too intimate in public?
The small part of his brain that wasn't going I'mma kiss Kurt, I'mma kiss Kurt doubted that; what about that incident in the copy room? He hadn't seemed all that opposed to the idea in there. While Blaine's brain was arguing with itself, Blaine's body moved of its own accord and crowded Kurt into the nearest wall.
Their lips attached themselves to each other like a magnetic pull and both men let out small sighs of relief. The date had been nice, but there was nothing quite like getting to show each other how they felt. At least Blaine thought so until Kurt pulled back from the kiss.
"Blaine," he mumbled as the other man grabbed his hips to pull him closer.
"Blaine, wait." Blaine looked up at him with lust filled eyes, but then suddenly he sighed.
"What now?" He asked with an edge in his voice. Kurt swallowed thickly.
"I just-" he started.
"You just don't want me to touch you," Blaine finished for him.
"What? No, that's not it!"
"Then why can't I even fucking hold your waist while we kiss?" He hadn't meant to snap, he really hadn't, but after a week of nothing but closed-mouth kisses and then watching that waiter tear Kurt's clothes off with his eyes, his resolve was crumbling and he was really just horny at this point.
"I- I just-" Kurt fumbled with the words. "That's just too far."
"Have you ever tried telling me to stop when I go too far? Instead of just cutting me off totally?" Blaine tried. He really didn't mean to be pushy and needy, but he was a grown man, he had needs. Needs he put second of Kurt's comfort, and that wasn't really a normal thing for him to do.
"That doesn't ever work…" Kurt trailed off with a bitter voice.
Blaine snapped. He knew it was bad the moment he thought it over later but in that second everything in him snapped. Kurt thought he was as bad as that guy who'd assaulted him in high school. He thought Blaine would fucking rape him if he got too close. He gritted his teeth and took Kurt's wrists in his hands before slamming him up against the wall.
"Blaine! What're you doing?" Kurt gasped in surprise.
"Teaching you a lesson," he growled. And looking back at it, he should've seen the terrified look that overtook Kurt's eyes, but his anger made him blind.
"But- Blaine-" Kurt protested but he was soon interrupted by Blaine's lips on his own. The curly haired man trailed his lips down Kurt's chin to his neck and started sucking angry red marks into the skin there.
"Blaine, please don't do this!"
"Tell me to stop," Blaine said coldly. Kurt choked out a sob but didn't say stop. It never works, he thought. It never ever works. They ignore it. Take it as a game. They won't ever stop from just that word.
"Blaine!" He exclaimed with tears running down his cheeks, when Blaine pulled his shirt out of his pants and let his hands push the material up his stomach. Oh my God, this is really happening, he's going to rape me. In my own home. Again.
"Stop!" Kurt sobbed. As soon as the word left the brunette's lips, Blaine released his wrists. Kurt slid to the ground and buried his face in his hands. The pang of guilt would soon crash into him, but before that Blaine just looked down at Kurt with disappointment in his eyes. If the brunette had looked up in that moment, he would've seen the tears shining in them.
"You need to remember that I'm not him," Blaine said quietly and walked out of the apartment.
Later when Kurt calmed down (what a second date that had become), he sat down on his couch with his knees pulled up under his chin. He tried watching TV for a while, but he couldn't stop his hands from tracing the red marks on his neck. He couldn't stop biting his swollen lower lip. So when his eyes landed on his phone the fifth time during ten minutes, he picked it up. It took him another ten minutes to decide what to write though.
From Kurt:
Are we going to make a habit of making up on text? Because that's pretty pathetic for a relationship.
Humor. That was the best way to go around it, he'd decided. If he didn't make a joke of it all, he might actually start thinking of what had happened and then he'd get scared and start shaking and oh god, he was already doing that. An incoming text stopped his freaking out.
From Blaine:
Then don't text me to make up.
Kurt stared at the text for a full five minutes; kept touching the screen every time it faded. 'Don't text me'? What was Blaine doing? Kurt was trying to sweep this whole thing under the rug and that idiot just told him not to text?
From Kurt:
Why are you mad at me?
xx
Blaine groaned and was about to throw the damn phone into the nearest wall when he thought better of it. He's not just another fuck. You need to talk to him, he told himself as he took calming breaths. But really? Kurt couldn't have maybe stopped him from leaving? Or just stopped being such a prude… Blaine shook his head. Anger wasn't helping with the guilt he felt, and he couldn't push the fault on Kurt's shoulders. He decided to just answer the stupid text.
From Blaine:
You're really doing this over texts?
Because really, texts? They couldn't be more awful for each other, if they solved their problems over the fucking phone. Even though there wouldn't be a problem in the first place if Blaine had just controlled his damn temperament; he'd surely still be in Kurt's apartment and enjoying his company. But no, Blaine had to let his urges control him. Again. Except this time was different from when he just pressed Kurt up against a wall and kissed him. This time his very being had hurt. He wasn't used to that feeling. And he'd snapped.
From Kurt:
Yes. Because you're most honest in written words. And you don't swear so much..
Another joke. Blaine felt his anger flare again. Why was Kurt trying to make this a fucking joke between them? He'd been hurt, like seriously hurt, and Kurt was just going to pretend like it didn't happen? Like once again Blaine had just made a mistake and it was nothing?
From Blaine:
Yes.
He felt the anger subsiding again. I'm like a mood swinging high school girl on her period, he thought with a bitter laugh. But this was just so… difficult. Had they just been fucking, Blaine couldn't have cared less. He could've just found someone else. But there just wasn't anyone else after Kurt. No, he didn't say he hadn't hooked up after meeting Kurt that first night, but he hadn't touched anyone else since them becoming, well, them. And Blaine's middle name wasn't exactly Faithful so he took a great deal of pride in that.
From Kurt:
Yes what?
Blaine looked at the last text and groaned. He'd read it wrong. Why are you mad at me; not are you mad at me. He took a deep breath. No need to lie if they were going to figure this mess out, and they were going to, even if it was the last thing Blaine did. He'd wait years for Kurt, he knew he would, but he couldn't go another fucking day knowing that Kurt thought he was as bad as his ex.
From Blaine:
Yes, I am mad at you.
xx
Kurt bit his lip in frustration. Why was Blaine acting like that? He was supposed to come with a vulgar reply and then they'd make up. But no, he just had to be a bitch about it. It wasn't even fair; Blaine was the one who forced Kurt… No, stop thinking about that, he told himself. But you can't be in a relationship like that again. But then he remembered the pain in Blaine's voice.
From Kurt:
Yes, I kind of got that vibe. Why are you mad?
Sarcasm was his defense mechanism, people had always told him. They were right. Because what if this fight was really his fault? What if Blaine was right and he really treated him badly? He didn't. He just wasn't ready for sex. Blaine knew that. And yet he forced a kiss on him. How could that ever be Kurt's fault?
From Blaine:
What was his name?
For a moment he thought Blaine had sent a wrong text to him. But then he felt a chill run up his spine and he decided to play dumb. Maybe Blaine would drop the subject and go back to being Blaine again.
From Kurt:
Who?
He knew it wouldn't work the second he sent the text. Blaine wasn't an idiot. Kurt didn't fall for idiots; he knew Blaine was smart, he knew he was a good person underneath all that leather he hid himself behind. That was one of the main reasons why he'd been interested in Blaine in the first place.
From Blaine:
Your ex.
The word ex left a bitter taste in his mouth, and he didn't know why Blaine would even bring him up in a conversation about them. Kurt knew he was a bit reluctant because of what had happened with him, but if Blaine had just respected his boundaries… He shook his head. Don't go there with your thoughts.
From Kurt:
Matthew.
And yea, maybe he could've added a question as to what he had to do with it, but he was scared. What if Blaine was about to judge him for what happened back in high school too, just like everybody else had? Not everybody, Kurt told himself. Your friends had your back.
From Blaine:
What's my name?
Kurt's brow furrowed. Okay, so Blaine was not really making any sense right now. But the nervous knot in Kurt's stomach was slowly loosening. Blaine wasn't accusing him of anything at least. That was a good sign. Right?
From Kurt:
What are you talking about?
Better ask straight out. They would never make it out of this conversation if Kurt kept playing dumb. He really just wished Blaine would apologize and give him another weird speech so he could forgive him. Kurt was slightly shocked with himself. He was so ready to forgive Blaine, even when he'd forced himself on him? It was just a kiss, his brain added. But it was still forced. Why was he so willing to forgive Blaine?
From Blaine:
What's my name? Because you seem to forget we're not the same person. Am I his look-alike or some shit like that? That's the only reason I can see for you to act like such a fucking ass to me.
Okay, so that hurt. It hurt a lot. So much that Kurt had to look up at the ceiling as to prevent the tears forming in his eyes to fall down his cheeks.
From Kurt:
You don't look like him.
That was the only thing he could get out with his shaky fingers. But it was true. Matthew and Blaine were nothing alike. Not in looks and not in personalities. It started to draw on Kurt what Blaine had meant with what he said before leaving the apartment. Kurt knew he hadn't exactly been all that open to Blaine, but they hadn't known each other for long, and he wasn't ready for sex even though Blaine clearly was.
From Blaine:
But apparently I act like him, or?
It was like a slap to the face. You judged him. He couldn't stop the tears this time. You judged him from his looks and you judged him to be as bad as Matthew. A sob broke through his throat and he pulled his sleeve down over his hand to rub some of the tears away. Matthew may have acted nice and caring in the beginning and then turned out to be a complete asshole, but Blaine hadn't done that. He hadn't hid who he was; he hadn't stopped swearing, he hadn't stopped wearing his awful clothes; he'd never lied to Kurt about who he was, even when he asked Kurt on a date. And Kurt had ended up pushing him away before even getting to know him.
From Kurt:
No you don't.
Kurt buried his face in his arms and sniffed loudly. It was embarrassing how easy he was to tears, but he couldn't help it. He was turning into someone he didn't want to be. He didn't want to be afraid of letting people in just because Matthew had hurt him. That meant letting him win, and Kurt was never going to let that bastard win anything. He wasn't going to let him control his life after so many years.
He jumped a bit when his phone started buzzing. He stared at the caller ID for a moment before taking the call.
"Blaine, I-" He started and prayed his voice didn't break.
"I am not doing this over fucking texts," Blaine interrupted harshly.
"Blaine-"
"No, shut up. Just shut up and listen to me. I am sorry I acted like an asshole when we first met. I've apologized more times than I can remember; and you said to stop apologizing because you fucking forgave me. So what is this you've got going on? I don't look like him, I don't act like him. What am I doing wrong then? I am not a fucking rapist, Kurt."
"I know you're not Blaine, I never said-" Kurt tried, but he couldn't get a word out when Blaine was so worked up and kept talking over him.
"No, but you treat me like I'm one! I get that you're not ready to have sex; it's fine, but I can't even hold you when we kiss? What the fuck is that about? Do you really think I'll just fuck you because I'm turned on? I'm a human being Kurt, I have morals!"
"I know you do, it's just…" Kurt trailed off.
"Just what? I'm sick and tired of this, Kurt. I can wait for you, haven't I proven that? I know I can be pushy, but I would never lay a hand on you if you didn't want me to," Blaine said and his voice broke a few times when he spoke.
"I'm just… I'm scared," Kurt admitted.
"Scared of what? Scared of me?" Blaine sounded so hurt that Kurt felt more tears form in his eyes.
"No," he croaked.
"Then what is it? Because I really don't know what to do right now," Blaine sighed. He waited for a few minutes, but the brunette didn't know what to say. "Kurt?"
"Can we… Can't we… not talk about that?" Kurt tried and willed away another sob. Blaine had done nothing wrong; it was Kurt's fault. He just didn't know how to tell Blaine that without the other man starting to hate him.
"Do you like me?" Blaine suddenly asked.
"W-what?"
"Do you like me?" He repeated; a bit stronger in the voice this time.
"I- Yes," Kurt answered, because he did. He liked Blaine so much already.
"Are you still at home?"
"Yes?" He said. Where else would he be?
"I'm coming over."
"But Blaine-" Again with the interruption.
"We're talking about this. And we're doing it face to face. I'll be there in twenty." And with that Blaine hung up and ran out to his bike.
As he waited for Blaine it slowly dawned on Kurt that he hadn't ever told Blaine the whole story with Matthew, and yet Blaine seemed to know more than he'd ever given away. Had he even told Blaine that the one who'd forced him had been his boyfriend at the time? Kurt frowned and willed his nerves away.
How did Blaine know so much..?
A/N: ..twelve fucking pages. Wow, I must really love you guys, huh?
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