AN: So the next two drabbles go together. Both are additions to the episode "Sexy". This one was inspired by lyrics from "How To Save A Life" by the Fray.
I sat nervously on the steps to one of Dalton's side entrances. I had chosen this place because few people used it and I didn't want an audience for the conversation I was about to have with Blaine. At least I hope it would only be a conversation but with the turmoil of feelings I was feeling already, I couldn't be sure.
It had all started with getting "the talk" from my Dad. Talk about awkward and embarrassing moments in itself. Pondering things later though, the pamphlets laying untouched on my night stand, I realized just how coincidental the timing was. I mean Blaine had tried to get me to discuss sex the day before and then all of the sudden my Dad decides it's time we had "the talk". Why now when he hadn't really batted an eye to much when he had caught me making out with Brittany and finding Blaine in my bed recently had produced only a lecture about appropriate behavior but not specifically sex.
Yes, the timing was just way too convenient. The thought of Blaine talking to my Dad about me was even more embarrassing than "the talk" had been.
"Hey, Kurt." I looked up at Blaine's greeting as he approached the steps. "Your text made things sound urgent. Everything okay?" he asked, sitting next to me.
"No. Yes. I don't know," I started, suddenly unsure of what to say. Blaine frowned at me in confusion, the concern easy to read in his eyes. "I received a rather awkward talk from my dad last night," I began, already feeling my cheeks grow warm. I suddenly didn't know what would be worse - Blaine admitting to talking to my dad or him denying it. "Given our brief conversation the day before about a certain topic well. . ."
I suddenly didn't know how to continue.
"Good. I was hoping your Dad would talk to you, though I wasn't sure when I left the garage. As you weren't willing to discuss the topic with me, I had to do something."
I can feel the blood drain from my face.
"You told my Dad he needed to talk to me about sex?"
"Someone had to get through to you," Blaine said as if it was no big deal. "I care too much about you Kurt to see you get hurt because you don't have the proper information."
"I can't believe you," I remark, getting to my feet. How dare he meddle in my life this way after telling me he was only interested in being friends. I feel the sudden urge to get away. I can't even face classes at this moment. Feeling dazed I step down from the steps wanting to escape across the school grounds.
"Kurt! Wait! Let's talk this out," Blaine says, reaching for my wrist which I pull from his grasp.
"I'm never talking to you again, Blaine Anderson," I manage to get out, before breaking into a run in an attempt to escape my humiliation.