DailyDrabbles, Klaine Chapter 165: See Me, a glee fanfic

I really should stop being surprised by the shitty titles I find for this series, but they just keep getting shittier like how is this even possible?

Anyways, Part 12 of You're Taking Over Me! It's… angst. Lots.

So far we have:

(Oh, in case you were wondering- which you probably weren't but I'm so proud I have to share- the cockroach from last night went out of hiding and I grabbed a shoe and killed the enormous bitch. I may or may not have called out, "I'm a woman, hear me SMASH!" and I ain't even sorry.)

See Me

Blaine looked down, quickly hiding his arms under the coat. "Not… Not here," he whispered. "Please."

Kurt nodded half-heartedly, grabbing both cups and walking out, Blaine right behind him. When the cold wind hit them, both shivered. Kurt led the way to an abandoned stairway, on which they sat (damn his jeans) and he handed Blaine his hot chocolate, getting a handful of red leather instead.

"Are you sure you don't want it?" he hesitated. Blaine nodded, sipping from his cup and hugging his chest with one scarred arm. Kurt is grateful for the comforting heat of the jacket that smelled so much like Blaine, but he didn't look at Blaine when he said, "We need to talk about this, Blaine."

"Why would you even care? It's not like you know me."

"You saved my life. Who would I be not to save yours in return?"

"My life is not under any danger!" he burst, snapping only to look ashamed a second later. "I'm sorry," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. Goosebumps raised on his hand when the wind- not as strong now that they were safely between the walls of two stores- hit his sensitive skin. Kurt remembered that, too. It was how he found about Rachel's, and he was determined to save Blaine as well.

"That's okay, I get that you're stressed."

Blaine shook his head. "No, you don't get it. I'm not stressed- well, maybe I am, but that's not why… why I did it."

Kurt wanted to take Blaine's hand in his, pat his back or maybe embrace him, pull his cold body into his lap with the promise of heat and refuge. But he didn't, because he couldn't.

"You could tell me why. I won't judge you," he said softly, barely clear over the current of air passing them by.

"I'm not all rainbows and sunshine, Kurt. I'm just me. And I'm just broken."

The urge to soothe, to hold him became too much. He set down his cup and gripped Blaine's hand, aligning their arms to hide Blaine's scars from the cold. He still didn't dare to do any more, and kept staring forward at the busy street, almost out of sight behind a large bush.

"Can we… please not talk about this now? It's… too much."

"Okay." This was a conversation they will most definitely have some other time.

The sat quietly for a few more moments, the chill of the gray morning alongside the warmth of Kurt making Blaine feel a little bit more alive.

And that was when Kurt realized how far he'd already fallen. He could no longer imagine his life with no Blaine in them. It was scary, understanding this so clearly in such abrupt rush- he was in love.

He lowered his head, still looking forward, always looking forward- and kissed Blaine's hand, closing his eyes as he did.

It was like he was zapped, electrified by Kurt's lips. A zing of something went through his entire body, making him shudder- he haven't felt like this for a very, very long time. He knew what that was. Of course he did. And he knew how dangerous it was.

Blaine pulled his hand away, the sudden frost hitting him forcefully, and he folded his hands over his chest, even though his drink was still in his hand. He didn't bother to look at Kurt, because he would have a wounded face with a side of puppy eyes, and he couldn't take that.

"What's wrong, baby?" Kurt murmured, but didn't try to touch him again.

Man, that stung like a bitchy wasp. "I'm not your baby."

Kurt nodded to himself. "Okay. What's wrong?"

Now Blaine looked at him, and his face indeed was full of hurt. Not that Blaine's face was much better. "I can't do this, Kurt. I can't. Not again."

"Can't do what? What not again?"

Blaine wanted to scream. He abandoned him cup and stood up, facing away from Kurt, hugging himself and leaning on the graffiti-covered wall.

He needed Kurt, and he hated that. He hated it so bad- why did he have to care? Get attached again? Kurt would leave eventually. Why bother?

Why couldn't he resist?

He heard Kurt getting up, and closed his eyes before any stupid, stupid tears could escape. He loved Kurt, and his heart ached because it was wrong and he had to stop stopstopstopwhatareyoudoing?!

Blaine wasn't ready for arms to be wrapped around him. The leather on the outside of his jacket was cold as the air around them, but the face buried in his neck was hot as a summer's day. A single, quiet sob escaped his clenched throat. Kurt's hands tightened wordlessly.

After a long while, Blaine was feeling relatively warmer, and Kurt whispered against the hairs on the back of his neck- "It's going to be okay."

Blaine didn't believe him.

He had no reason to.