Yes! New chapter!
Okay, so, I need opinions. I want to wait longer for Blaine and Kurt to actually date because I'm planning on other things happening before Blaine considers being gay. If we wait longer, it'll be a really good story (based off of the things I have planned), but if you guys don't want to wait much longer, I can quicken up the process. SO, please leave a review and express how you feel on this matter. Thank you!
Since my chapters are usually pretty short, that means that this story will probably have more chapters than most fanfics. Even though we're already at chapter 11, I don't feel like we're even halfway through the story, which is good. So, trust that there's more to come! Thanks for sticking with me.
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Chapter 11
Kurt sat with perfect posture through the whole football game. They won. Kurt didn't know how, because he did not have a clue as to what was happening the whole time, but he knows they won. He watched Quinn try to talk to Blaine while he wasn't on the field, and Blaine politely ignored her. At least that's what it looked like he was doing.
It turned out that Kurt and Burt were sitting right in front of Blaine's parents. Blaine couldn't avoid them because he had to get to Kurt. After the game, he approached Kurt and acted as if he didn't see his parents.
"Blaine, honey, we're right here!" his mother called out in a soft voice. Kurt turned to look at her, and she was small. She looked nothing like Blaine at all. She had straight blond hair and a small face. Kurt thought that maybe that wasn't his mom until Blaine said, "oh, hi Mom. Hey, Dad."
Kurt looked at Blaine's father. He was tall, and had dark hair and dark eyes. He looked a lot like Blaine, besides the height.
"Uh, guys, this is my best friend, Kurt. And, his father, Burt," Blaine introduced them.
"It's nice to meet you," Kurt said, extending a hand toward Blaine's father. Mr. Anderson shook his hand and replied, "And you."
"I have to go get dressed and wash up. I'll meet you at the car," he said, speaking to Kurt.
"Okay," Kurt said.
Blaine jogged into the school and Kurt felt the need to flee before things between him and Blaine's parents got awkward.
"Are you sure it's alright for Blaine to stay another weekend?" Mrs. Anderson asked just before Kurt stood up. Everyone was leaving and it seemed weird for the four of them to just be sitting there.
"Of course. As I understand it, Kurt and Blaine are challenging themselves to spend every Friday together. They're both good kids, so I don't mind at all. I hope they don't get tired of each other," he said with a chuckle. "I could never spend more than a day with the same kid when I was younger. But, Kurt and Blaine are good for each other." Kurt nudged his dad very lightly as an indication to stop speaking.
The Andersons smiled politely. "Well, we're glad Blaine has a friend. It was hard for him, back at his old school. It was because he was in that stupid choir instead of playing sports," Mr. Anderson said.
Burt looked confused. "You do know that he's joining the school g—"
"Golf club?" Kurt interrupted. "No Dad, Blaine was just kidding about that. We don't even have a golf club," Kurt said. Obviously Blaine didn't want his parents to know that he was joining the glee club.
Mrs. Anderson laughed uncomfortably. "Well, I'm glad Blaine has found somewhere to be. Our house is a mess and it's honestly easier to get organized without a sloppy teenage boy in the house. We do appreciate you taking him," she thanked us.
"It's no problem at all. Well, we should get going. It's getting chilly. See you around," Burt said. Kurt was relieved. Being around Blaine's parents made him feel uneasy.
They walked away without waiting for a response. Blaine met them at the car a few minutes later.
"Sorry, if my parents were weird or rude or anything. They grew up in a rich city, and then I was put into a rich school. This is the first non-rich-people interaction they've had in a while. They're not used to it," Blaine explained.
"Hey, don't worry about it. They're a delight," Burt assured him.
"So, your parents don't know that you're in glee club?" Kurt asked. It was more of a statement than a question, though. Blaine looked down.
"I don't want to tell them," Blaine admitted.
"Blaine, it's your life. You can do what you want with it, and it's not up to them. Mostly," Kurt said.
"They have me looking at colleges and basing my opinion on whether or not they have a good team. They want me to literally go to school to play football."
"Have they heard you sing?" Kurt asked.
"They're never been to a competition or a concert or anything involving my show choir career. So, no, they haven't heard me sing," Blaine answered.
"Maybe if they do, they'll realize that you're not just good at football. And that you have other career options," Kurt suggested.
"They won't even let me sing as a hobby," Blaine argued.
Burt jumped into the conversation. "Well, Blaine, sometimes sons or daughters don't end up the way parents want them to. But, that doesn't mean parents won't love their kids unconditionally. They might not agree with your choices, but they'll still support you, I would hope," he advised.
"Thanks, Mr. Hummel. But, I don't want them to be disappointed in me. So, I'm going to keep the club a secret from them for as long as I can. When we have rehearsal, I'll tell them it's just extra football practice. When we have competitions, I'll tell them I'm with my trainer. I have it all planned out already," Blaine said.
They arrived home and ate a late dinner while watching Les Mis. They stayed awake through the whole movie, but fell asleep the second it ended. They both slept on the couch, but Kurt made sure to distance himself from Blaine just in case his father walked downstairs.
When they woke up, Burt was in the kitchen making pancakes. It was ten thirty.
"I figured you'd be at work, Dad," Kurt said. He looked at the pancakes in the pan, and they looked a little burned.
"I'm fixing breakfast, then I'll leave. I know you guys are going to that party tonight. I just want to tell you to be safe. Both of you. I won't be mad if you drink, but if things get out of hand, call me, and I'll pick you both up. Blaine, are you staying here tonight?" he asked.
"Most likely. If that's alright," Blaine answered.
"Of course it is." Burt handed them a plate full of fluff-less pancakes and some syrup. "I'll see you kids later. Be safe," he reminded them before grabbing his car keys and heading out.
"Are you okay with going to the party? We don't have to go," Blaine said.
"I'm okay. As long as you don't leave my side."
"I would never," Blaine promised.
The boys had a lazy day until the party. They stayed in their pajamas and sat on the couch with popcorn and talked.
It was that day that Kurt discovered something about Blaine that he hadn't thought about before. Blaine was a closet nerd. He liked rereading the Hunger Games series and having Harry Potter marathons with his cat and he was smart and weird and lovely. All of these things were masked behind his beauty and charisma.
Kurt figured that not even Blaine himself realized how dorky he was. He understood, though, why Blaine would never show that side of himself to anyone at school. It was nice to be the big man on campus. It was nice to be liked by everyone.
They talked a lot to kill time. Blaine talked about personal family issues. He didn't think twice before opening up to Kurt, and that made Kurt feel trusted.
"Why do you self-harm?" Blaine asked curiously. Kurt didn't expect the question, so he blushed and folded his arms in toward his body.
"It makes me feel better when I'm not feeling well," he admitted to Blaine.
"I won't ask you to stop, because you can do whatever you want with your body. But, I just wish you didn't get sad enough to do that to yourself. And, if you do it because you think you deserve it, I guarantee that you don't. You could never possibly do anything to deserve that pain," Blaine told him. He leaned in, and for a second Kurt thought it was for a kiss so he tensed up, but it was only a hug. Blaine flung his arms around Kurt and held him close.
"Thanks, Blaine. That means a lot to me. It's nice when you know that someone cares about you," Kurt said.
"Well, of course I care about you. You're literally my only friend," he replied, and Kurt laughed.
They continued onto normal conversations after that. Laughing about something that had happened in English, then gossiping about girls who fought during lunch. They left for the party ten minutes after the time that they were supposed to be at the party. They didn't want to be early.
When they arrived, people were already wasted. The blonde cheerio who was always nice to Kurt, Brittany, had already taken her top off and was dancing on the table.
"Quite the scene," Blaine said to Kurt in the doorway.
"ANDERSON! HEY BLAINE," a football player screamed from a few feet over. "I see you brought the little guy," he said, referring to Kurt.
"How drunk are you, Shane?" Blaine asked. He was serious, but he said it in a joking tone.
"Not enough," Shane replied. Blaine laughed.
"Okay, buddy."
Shane stumbled away. "He's pretty cool. Not all the football guys are huge dickheads," Blaine mentioned to Kurt.
As the evening went on, drinks were repeatedly offered to Kurt and Blaine. Kurt had one drink, and barely made a dent in it. Blaine, however, drank whatever was offered to him. Kurt half expected this and half didn't. Toward the end of the night, Blaine was a mess. But, he never stopped being anything but nice to Kurt.
Since all the guys were drunk, they didn't mind including Kurt in the conversations because they weren't really thinking straight. Kurt got up to get Blaine water, and when he returned, he found Quinn on Blaine's lap. Blaine looked unaffected by it. He just looked tired. He had on a smile, but Kurt couldn't tell if it was fake or not.
People stopped talking to pay attention to Blaine and Quinn. Kurt set the water down on the coffee table, but kept his distance from Blaine. He joined Shane on the floor, but faced Blaine since everyone else was doing the same.
They felt the pressure of eyes on them, so Quinn kissed him. Shane said, "Finally," to Kurt.
"Finally what?"
"They should've been dating from the start," Shane explained.
"Okay, but they're not dating. They're both wasted and they're making out. That means nothing," Kurt tried to convince him.
"Hey, man, don't be jealous. He was never into dudes anyway," Shane said. This hit Kurt hard. It occurred to him that Shane wasn't drunk at all. Tipsy, maybe, but not drunk. His cup was full of water. Was he faking it, or did he just naturally seem drunk anyway?
"I'm not jealous. I'm just saying what's true," Kurt said. He got up and walked upstairs to the bathroom. Blaine and Quinn continued to kiss, even when the eyes stopped watching them. Kurt couldn't handle it. He felt sick.
He washed his face and dried it. Then, sat on the closed toilet for a good five minutes. When he was about to leave the bathroom, he heard giggling from just outside. He opened the door a crack to see Blaine and Quinn entering a room together. Kurt's stomach knotted up. Jealousy took over him and he stormed out of the bathroom and followed them to the room. The door was shut, and he knocked.
"Occupied," Quinn said sloppily.
"Blaine, we have to go home," Kurt said.
He texted his dad as he said that. "Come get us?" the text said.
"Duuuuuuuuuuuude. No," Blaine said.
"Dude, yes. My dad's on his way," Kurt lied.
"Give me some time," Blaine asked.
"If you don't meet me outside in ten minutes, we're leaving without you," Kurt said harshly.
"I can, um, I can, I can walk to your house, if I need to," Blaine struggled with his words. Kurt took a deep breath.
"Not if our front door is locked," he said through the light brown wood that made up the door.
Silence. No giggles from Quinn. No sloppy words from Blaine.
"Ten minutes," Kurt said calmly, and walked away.
He went outside immediately. He felt sick. The cold breeze hit his cheeks hard as he sat on the steps. The front door creaked open, but Kurt didn't turn around, because he figured it was just one of the guys.
"Sorry," he heard a voice say. He turned around to see Blaine, who was holding his shoes in his hand.
"It's okay. Sorry, I didn't mean to pull you out of that room," Kurt lied. "But, you got really drunk and I was worried, so I texted my dad."
Blaine seemed too drunk to comprehend what Kurt had just said to him. His dad pulled up, and Kurt helped Blaine into the car, then got into the front seat.
"He had too much," Kurt said to his dad.
"I can see that," Burt said.
"I didn't."
"I can see that."
They drove home, and Kurt got Blaine to walk up the stairs. He tucked him into his own bed, then fetched him a glass of water and a bucket.
"If you have to throw up, just lean over," Kurt said, hoping the message reached Blaine's brain.
Kurt slept downstairs on the couch, but he would check up on Blaine every hour, until he felt too tired to do so.
In the morning, Kurt woke up at nine. He immediately went to check on Blaine, who had just been waking up himself.
"There's Advil on the night stand if you need it," he whispered.
"Thanks," he said.
"You should stay here until you feel better enough to go home," Kurt said. He sat on the end of the bed.
Blaine sat up. "I should not have done that," he said softly.
"Done what?" Kurt asked.
"Any of it. I should not have gotten drunk. I should not have kissed Quinn. And I most definitely should not have left your side," he explained.
"You never did," Kurt told him.
"What?"
"You never left me. I left you. I mean, I only left you to get you some water. But still, you never left my side. I decided to sit by Shane while you were kissing Quinn because, quite frankly, I did not want to be glued to your side at that moment. And then I left again to use the bathroom. Technically, you followed me up there," Kurt explained.
"Well, if anything, I should've made out with you instead," Blaine said. He was joking, but Kurt blushed. "I went there with you."
"Were you going to sleep with her?" Kurt questioned.
"What? No! Dude, no. Absolutely not. No way. No. I don't know if that was her intention, but it wasn't mine. I just wanted privacy. But, not to do that," Blaine assured Kurt.
"I guess last night solves your question of your potential gayness," Kurt said.
"It does not."
"What do you mean?"
"Kurt. I did that for you. I knew Quinn was going to kiss me. I planned on turning her down. But, since people were watching, I let it happen. Because I don't want them to continue to spread rumors about us," Blaine said. "Honestly, if I weren't drunk, I have no idea if I would've had the guts to let her kiss me. I don't know if I'm into girls or not, but I can most definitely tell you that I'm not into Quinn."
"Oh. Well, good. You're too good for her," Kurt said.
"Hey, thanks for taking care of me," Blaine said.
Kurt smiled. "What are best friends for?"