Author's Note: I'm sorry guys. I've been writing this chapter for weeks. I have a legit excuse though, I'll explain at the bottom. Enjoy for now though! Kisses.
"What time is it?" Kurt whispered. "I don't know. I don't really care either. I just wanna stay here." I sighed and kissed Kurt's cheek. We were curled up together on my bed. I had to pull Kurt off of me earlier while we were kissing. He was going a little farther than I was comfortable with so he told me we could just cuddle as long as I held him.
"Let me go, my arm's asleep." Kurt said sitting up and leaning against the wall. "Love you." I smiled. "I love you too." Kurt said. Kurt stared over my shoulder at the envelope that I had set on the nightstand. "You wanna open it?" I whispered.
"Do you?"
"I'll have to sometime. Why not now?"
Kurt nodded and I handed him the envelope. Kurt slipped his thumb under the flap and tore open the envelope. He unfolded a stack of papers and handed them to me.
"They're emancipation papers." I whispered glancing at the papers.
Kurt didn't say anything. He just reached down and grabbed my hand.
"Wow." I breathed.
"What does that mean exactly? Being emancipated?"
"I did some research a few weeks ago. It would mean that I'm responsible for my wellbeing, not my parents. I would need to have a job and pay insurance on my truck and for me. But like, I would pretty much be on my own."
"Well you wouldn't be on your own. You have a whole family here for you, you know that."
"I know that. But, it means that my parents don't have to recognize me as their son. And I don't have to claim my dad as my dad. Or that my mom's my mom." I had tears welling in the corner of my eyes now. "I-I still want my Ma though." I whispered. Kurt leaned over pressed his lips to my forehead. "She'll always be your mom Blainers. Even if you're emancipated, she going to be your mom because she loves you more than you know."
"I know she does. I just miss hearing her say it."
"When was the last time you called her?" he asked.
"Like last month? I don't know." I shrugged and rubbed my eyes.
"Maybe you should call her. And talk to her about this?" Kurt whispered.
"W-would stay in here with me?"
"Of course honey." Kurt smiled softly.
I grabbed my phone off the night stand, dialed her cell phone and put it on speaker.
"Hello?"
"Happy Thanksgiving Mama."
"Blainey Bear!" she exclaimed. "How are you?"
"I-I'm okay. Kurt's here too."
"Hi Kurt!"
"Happy Thanksgiving Robin." Kurt said.
"How are you guys?"
"I got your letter mama."
"Oh B. Listen I know th-"
"Don't worry mama. I-I know this has to happen."
"I'm sorry that it has to Blaine but kids just can move out without a parent."
"I'll sign them mama. I don't want dad to be listen as my father. I'll be glad when he's not." I could hear mama starting to cry once I said this.
"But your still my mama." I whispered.
She started sobbing. "You'll always be my Blainey Bear." She said through sobs.
I scooted over and leaned against Kurt's shoulder. "H-have you talked to Coop?
"I haven't, I had figured you had."
"No. I-I think I may try to call him."
"I'll let you go then."
"Alright mama. I love you."
"I love you Blainers. I love you too Kurt."
"Thank you!"
I hung up the phone and looked at Kurt. "She does love you, ya know."
"I know. It's just awkward to hear my boyfriend's mother say she loves me."
"Good point. I think I'm gonna call Coop." I whispered.
"I'm going to clean up the kitchen. Dad's going to kill me if I leave the kitchen like it is." Kurt said kissing me softly and leaving the room.
I looked over at the laptop sitting on my desk. Cooper's always online I thought. I crawled out of bed and pulled on a shirt. I doubt he would want to see me shirtless. I leaned back in my chair and opened Skype. Yup. Cooper Anderson online. I click this name and waited for Cooper's face to pop up.
Then, poof, there was Cooper.
"Blainey!" he smiled.
"Hey Coop." I laughed.
"Hey, where are you? This doesn't look like your room. There's not a crack in the ceiling from where I shot that arrow." Cooper asked looking behind me.
"Um yeah. About that." I said running my hand though my hair.
"Blaine where are you?" he said again.
"I-I'm at Kurt's house." I said looking down.
"The hell are you at Kurt's house?" he yelled.
"Dad kicked me out." I mumbled.
"I can't here you Blaine. Speak up."
"Dad kicked me out!" I shouted stand up and pacing still in view of the camera.
"You're shitting me." he breathed.
"You can clearly see I'm not." I said tossing my hands up at my surroundings.
"Can you sit down please? You're making me anxious and I can't think of a solution to this if I'm anxious." Cooper huffed.
"I've already taken care of it Cooper. Mama sent me emancipation paper this week and I've already signed them." I said sitting back down.
"Seriously?"
"Um, y-yeah."
"How long have you been there?" he exclaimed.
"Since September." I sighed.
"Fucking September? You've been in Chicago for like two months and you haven't bothered to fucking call me! What the hell Blaine Sam-"
"Don't call me by my full name you're not my parent Cooper!"
"Yeah, speaking of parent, where the hell is mom? Hu, what's she been doing during all this? Seems like a great parent, letting their kid get kic-"
"Say one bad word about mom and I'll come to Ohio and kick your ass I swear to God. And you know if I swear to God you can count on it." I yelled.
Cooper sat back rubbed his eyes. "I'm sorry I said that about mom." He sighed.
"I know, and I know where you're coming from when you say that. But you don't know the story Coop; she didn't want me to leave. She wanted me to come home and be with her but I said no. I'm the one who chose to be here. If I wanted to I could be in Newton right now, hating myself because I lying about who I am."
"I'm sorry Blaine. So fucking sorry. For everything." Cooper said wiping his eyes.
"You don't gotta be sorry Coop. Its dad fault, I get that now." I sighed.
"I'm gonna come see you. Over Christmas break I'm going to come see you in Chicago." Cooper said.
"You don't ha-"
"Yes I do Blaine. I need to talk to Kurt's dad and help you find a job and get insurance and a bank account. You're going to have to take car-"
"Take care of myself, I know Cooper! You don't think I already know that? I do, I do know that. I've known that since the minute I knew I was gay. I knew that this would happen and I would be on my own. I had my nightmares to tell me that. The nightmares that I have had for years. The nightmares that I got through on my own until a few months ago."
"Why didn't you call me Blaine?"
"I-I don't know. I j-just wanted, I just- I don't know why I didn't call you Cooper." I said dropping my head into my hands.
"I'm coming to Chicago in December Blaine. I wish I could be there sooner bu-"
"Don't worry about it Coop. I know you want to be up here. You take care of you first, a couple more weeks without you won't kill me."
Cooper laughed and shook his head. "Hey, I've got reading to catch up on. And I imagine that you have better things to do than take to your brother."
"Not really, Kurt's doin' dishes and he's going to make me dry them if I go down stairs." I frowned.
"Git, go play house with your boy toy." Cooper said.
I stuck my tongue out at him and waved bye. He disconnected and I shut my laptop. One month, just hold on till then. I walked down stairs and into the kitchen.
Kurt was standing by the window watching the snowfall. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms tightly around his waist. "I love you." I mumbled against his shoulder. "Love you too honey." Kurt said turning and pressing his lips to my forehead. "Our first Thanksgiving." I whispered. "First of the 83 more to come. And yes I plan to be 100, I'm going to me the oldest writer for Vogue." he said. I just laughed and shook my head.
Author's Note: THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE HAS A TRIGGER WARNING, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Okay, so my reasoning. My life hasn't been all rainbows and smiles lately. I'll just be blunt about it, my best friend tried to kill herself and I and another friend of mine are the ones who sent her to a Mental Health facility an hour way. She wasn't mad at us for it but I'm basically now her life line on top of my own issues.
I have a history of minor cutting issues that only I know about. Not on my wrist don't worry, just on my thigh. I went ages without doing anything but lately I've been having urges and cutting isn't doing it for me anymore. I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I'm not saying that, I just need to be in control of my own hurt. I have to many people who need me to kill myself.
I'm also coming to terms with being Bisexual or Lesbian. It terrifies me to no end and I don't really know why. I'm clearly not homophobic considering I write this story! Hahaha. But anyways, if anybody wants to play therapist to me feel free to. :)
So, there's that. I haven't started the next chapter and it could be a bit because I start volleyball tournaments this weekend! Wish me luck.