Author's Note: Don't shoot! It's been forever I know. And I'm really sorry! This Chapter's not super long and its kind fluffy. But it was fun to write! If that counts. This will probably be the last update for a while. My friend's quince is this Saturday! We're headed into the belly of the beast!
I lay awake for a long time. No matter what I did I couldn't sleep. I tried counting, singing to myself, the ABC's. I finally gave up and put my ear buds in. When I finally drifted off it was a shallow, fitful sleep. I tossed and turned. I kept seeing that guy from the park every time I shut my eyes. I could see the sun starting to peak through my window. I didn't wait for my alarm to go off though.
I reached across for my phone on my night stand. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. A strike of pain shot across my chest where I got hit last night. I took a deep breath and slowly got out of bed.
I turned on the shower faucet and slowly undressed. I gasped a little when I saw myself in the mirror. A purple blueish black bruise covered the center of my chest. I ran my finger along the edge of the mark and hissed in pain. I showered carefully.
By the time I managed to get out of the shower I only had an hour to get ready and be down for breakfast. I pulled out my church cloths. I left my glasses on. I didn't have the energy to bother with my contacts today. I didn't even try to look for dress socks. I ended up with a pair of Nike socks and my dress shoes.
I just felt so defeated. I let that guy hit me. If I hadn't so prideful I could have just walked away and none of this would have happened. Now, I was hurt and so was my pride. And for me that was the worst thing ever.
I flicked off my light and walked down the stairs slowly. I walked into the kitchen to find everybody already eating breakfast. "Morning Blainers." My mom chirped. "Hey." I said sitting down carefully. I grimaced a little as I reached for an orange. "Are you alright Blaine?" my dad asked. "Oh, yeah I'm fine. I-I just slept wrong is all." I lied. I glanced at Kurt. His face looked sad and almost disappointed. I picked at the peel of my orange but never actually ate any of it. "Let's head out." my dad said patting me on the back. I gripped the edge of the counter tightly as a strike of pain shot through my back and chest.
I walked normally as I could. I never realized how rough country roads were until this ride to church. Every pot hole and bump we drove through caused me to bite my lip in pain. My knuckles were white from my tight grip on the arm rest.
Until today I've never realized how strong old ladies are. I could barely bare to stand after church. My mom patted me softly on the shoulder as we walked back to the van.
"Does dad have a meeting?" I asked. "Yeah he does. How about you drive home Blainers." My mom smiled tossing me the keys. I climbed in the driver's side. Kurt climbed behind me and my mom walked around the car. I scooched the seat forward and started the car.
I feel my mom watching me intently. "Are you sure you're alright Blaine?" my mom asked reaching across and resting her hand on my shoulder. "I'm alright mom." I sighed. She frowned and looked back at Kurt. "How was your date yesterday boys?" she smiled. I gripped the steering wheel tighter and looked at Kurt in the rear view mirror. "It was nice and very sweet." Kurt said staring back at me. My mom's smile stretched and she squeezed my shoulder tighter.
I parked the van and climbed out a carefully as I could. Kurt rested his hand on the small of my back and led me into the house. I went right up stairs without saying a word to anybody and changed.
Two weeks later
I woke up in a really good mood. I dug around in my dresser until I found my mudding cloths. Old blue shorts and a t-shirt with the sides and sleeve cut out. I grabbed extras for Kurt and walked across the hall.
"Knock. Knock." I said already in the room. Kurt was wake lying on his bed staring at the ceiling. "Hey babe." I said lying next to him. "Hi." he sighed. "What's the matter." I ask laying my head on his chest.
"I'm sorry Blaine." he whispered. "Why the heck are you sorry?" I laughed. "I didn't stand up for you the other week." He said running his finger along the scar on my elbow. "Oh Kurt. No, that was my fault. I kissed you. I was the one who provoked that guy. I'm the one who though just because we were in a bigger place meant nobody would care. It's my fault I got hit. I should've just shut up." I said grabbing his hand. "It's that asshole's fault you were hit Blaine."Kurt quipped.
"No more mopping. You've been acting like a 4 year old for too long. Get up." I said jumping up. "Why are you wearing that?" Kurt laughed. "We're going muddin'." I said tossing the cloths at Kurt. "We're going what?" Kurt shouted. "Just change. Wear long socks too." I said walking out of the room.
I ran back to my room and grabbed my old Cardinals hat off my door. I opened the drawer to my nightstand and was digging around when Kurt walked in. "Boo! What are you looking for?" he laughed. "My old glasses, I can't wear contacts muddin' and I would be killed if I wore my new glasses out here."I smiled. "Do you honestly need them if we're just riding through mud puddles? he asked.
"You seriously have no idea how bad my eyes are. Here they are!" I exclaimed. I pulled out a green eye glass case with the Incredible Hulk on it. I shoved then on my nose and smiled at Kurt. "Oh my gosh!" he burst out laughing. "What? I told you they're old!" I shouted. "They're like old lady glasses!" Kurt said grabbing my case. "Well there wasn't a lot of selection for as big of lenses I needed!" I huffed. "Give me those. I doubt your eyes are that bad." he said skeptically. I handed the fames to him and watched Kurt put them on. "Crap, you're blind as a bat." Kurt said. "Yeah, no shit. Thanks for telling me, I had no idea! Those are from 7th grade too. My eyes are worse now." I laughed taking them back.
"Whatever, can I have some long socks?" Kurt grinned. I grabbed a pair of white basketball socks and threw them at Kurt. "I look ridiculous." Kurt huffed pulling on the socks. "You look fine. Nobody's gonna care what you look like in the woods." I smiled pecking him on the cheek. "Whatever you say." Kurt said cupping his hands around my face.
I grabbed his hands and pulled him down the stairs. "Hi Ma." I said grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge. "And where do you think you two are going?" she laughed looking up from the paper. "Um, mudding?" I smiled. "Are you taking the four-wheeler?" she asked. "I was hoping to." I said. "One condition, helmets for both of you." Mom threw out. "Deal." I said quickly. "And you both have long socks?" "Don't I always?" I smiled. "Fine you can go. Just be careful Blainey." she smiled giving me a hug.
I grabbed Kurt hand and pulled him out of the house.
"Where the hell are we going?" Kurt laughed. I dragged him out to the giant shed on the other side of the barn. "Crap this place is huge." Kurt exclaimed. "It had to be big enough for the tractor and my dad over shot a little." I laughed walking over to the little office. "I gotta kind the keys real fast." I said going through a drawer in the desk. "Whose office is this?" Kurt asked looking at the pictures on the wall. "It's Dad's. I swear he spends more time in here than with us. Okay, I got them lets go." I said grabbing Kurt around the waist.
"Whose bikes are those?" Kurt laughed point to the two motocross bike against the wall. "The blue one is mine and the red one's Cooper's." I said. "You drive a motorcycle?" Kurt said looked at me like I was crazy. "I hill-climb actually." I said pulling two helmets off a shelf. "Yeah, I have no idea what that is." He laughed. "I basically try to drive that bike up a huge hill faster than other people." I said.
"Ya know. I didn't think you could get more like a hick but here you go!" he said. "Here, wear this." I said handing him an orange helmet. "But it'll mess up my hair." Kurt pouted. "No Kurt. You're wearing this. What's more important to you, your hair or your life?" I said opening the over head door so we could get the four-wheeler out. I could hear Kurt grumble but I could hear the snap close so I know it was on. I settled my own helmet then shoved my glasses on where my eyes showed.
"Let's go!" I said climbing on the four-wheeler. Kurt climbed on behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I could feel Kurt's grip tighten when I sped up. "Shit Blaine slow down!" he screamed. I reached my hand back and squeezed Kurt's leg. I stopped at the edge of the creek and faced Kurt. "Do you trust me?" I smiled. "I have a feeling I'm going to have to." he said grabbing me tighter.
I sped forward into the creek and water. Mud gushed over us and Kurt screamed. "You okay?" I laughed. Kurt slapped the back of my helmet. I zipped forward down the creek.
"I'm a mess Blaine!" Kurt whined. We were sitting on the edge of the creek coated in mud. "That's the whole point of all this! To be messy!" I laughed ruffling his hair.
"I'm washing off." Kurt said walking over to the bank of the creek. I waited till he was leaning forward to come behind him. I grabbed him around the waist and pulled him into the water with me. Kurt shot up out of the water and glared at me. "Really?" he huffed. "You still love me." I mocked wrapping my arms around his waist. He rested his arms on my shoulders and stared back at me.
"I love you." I said simply. "I love you too hun." Kurt smiled. I leaned in quickly and pressed my lips against Kurt's. Kurt dropped his arms from my shoulders and grabbed the exposed skin on the sides of my body where the shirt was cut. I ran my tongue along Kurt's bottom lip. "Mm. I told you this would be fun." I grinned. I could feel his lips turn up into a smile. "Okay. I need to breathe." Kurt said pulling his lips away from mine. "But I like your lips." I pouted. "Well I like to breathe." Kurt said pulling me back onto the bank.
Pulled off my shirt and balled it up. I flopped down in the grass and laid my head back on my shirt like a pillow. The bruise on my chest was almost gone. Kurt rested his head on my stomach and smiled up at me. "I wish we could just stay like this forever." I said looking up at the clouds moving over head. "Me too. Just layin' here. Nobody to care what we do." Kurt sighed. "You didn't say your 'g' there. I'm making an influence on you." I grinned.
"Whatever. But our kids are not going to talk like hicks. If their first word comes out to be gonna or goin' I will absolutely kill you." Kurt joked. "Fine they can talk like prep school kids. But we have to have at least one boy." I said. "Deal. Seal it with a kiss?" Kurt grinned biting at his lip. He sat up and placed a soft kiss on the corner of my lips.
He laid back down I rested my hand on his chest, tracing the lettering on the shirt.
"We're gonna always be together aren't we? Like even after you leave. We'll still be dating right?" I said. "I hope so." Kurt said grabbing my hand. "I've never really thought about the future, like kids and stuff. But now it's like I can't wait for it to be here. I just wanna skip ahead and be independent already."I gripped. "I always dreamed of my future. A nice house and a job as a singer or a fashion designer. I never pictured getting married or having kids." Kurt admitted.
I don't say anything. Kurt didn't want kids? I always thought I wanted to have kids and a big back yard. "But now that I know I'll have somebody to share my life with. I think it would be icing on the cake to have a kid." Kurt said rolling over to he faced me.
"So we're totally goin' to be those high school sweet hearts who end up getting married aren't we?" I laughed. "Pretty much. But our story is way better than everybody else's." Kurt smiled.
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