NOTHING RECOGNIZABLE BELONGS TO ME. 3

The drive back to Lima that night was in a nervous silence. Kurt had grabbed Blaine as soon as he had got off the stage after the encore, and told him about his Dad's text, the two deciding that – instead of staying the night in Columbus like they planned – they would head straight back to Lima. Mercedes decided to stick to her original plan and stay in Columbus, she'd already gotten Tina to cover for her at school, and she wasn't going to waste an opportunity to be out of Lima, even for a few more hours.

"Kurt, calm down." Blaine smiled, resting his hand on Kurt's knee.

"Calm down?! Calm down?! This is going to affect my entire life!" Kurt said, almost sounding delirious.

"Kurt, I get that. But close your eyes and try to sleep. You've been up since 7 this morning, and it's almost half 11 at night. We're not going to be in Lima for at least another hour. Please Kurt, the time'll go quicker if you're asleep."
"Okay Blaine." Kurt replied, already drifting off "Sing me something?"

"I heard that you'd, found a guy,

That you'd, settled down and you're married now"

Blaine didn't get any further into the song, before he felt Kurt's head drop lightly onto his shoulder, and Kurt's breathing settle. He felt his heart beat increase at the intimacy of the moment, it felt so right.

"Just friends ey?" Brian asked in hushed tones, careful not to wake Kurt.

"Yes Brian, just friends. I have no chance with him, I mean, have you seen him?" Blaine says with a small smile "Anyway, I wouldn't want to expose him to the paparazzi just yet. I'm pretty sure they got some pictures of us tonight, but I'm pretty sure they'll accept that we're friends, seeing as though Mercedes was with us."
"You want to be with him though, don't you?"

"Yeah." Blaine replied with a sad smile, before softly kissing Kurt's forehead and joining him in the land of slumber.

Blaine and Kurt were awoken by Brian calling them from the front seat.

"Blaine, Mr Hummel, we've arrived in Lima."
"Brian, call me Kurt. My Dad doesn't even like being addressed so formally." Kurt answered, surprisingly eloquent for only just waking up. Kurt sat up straight when he realised he had his head on Blaine's chest.

"Kurt, are you okay?" Blaine asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I, er, I'm sorry for, you know, falling asleep on you." Kurt said, blushing.

"He, it's fine. Were you comfortable?" Kurt nodded "Then it's fine. It was actually sort of n-nice. I mean, yeah. Never mind." Blaine rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Here we go guys. 271 West Elm Street." Brian interrupted their moment, a kind smile on his face.

"Thanks Brian." Blaine smiled "See you tomorrow!" Blaine opened the door, leaving it open for Kurt as he grabbed their bags from the boot. Kurt had convinced Blaine that Burt would let him stay in the guest room again, seeing as though he was so against Blaine playing for a room in a motel when there was a perfectly good free room in the Hudson-Hummel house.

It was midnight when they pulled up, and all the lights in the street were off, except the ones in Kurt house, meaning it stood out like a beacon of hope to both Kurt and Blaine. Blaine turned from the car, and saw Kurt stood on the driveway, staring at his house with a glazed look.

"Kurt? Are you okay?" Blaine asked, walking up beside him.

"Yeah I'm fine. Just nervous, you know?"

"Don't be." Blaine said, moving Kurt's bag from his right into his left, before carefully taking Kurt's hand in his own and rubbing his thumb over the back of Kurt's hand comfortingly. "Whatever happens, you'll be okay."

"I…I…" Kurt stuttered, distracted by the feeling of Blaine's hand in his.

"Oh, sorry. Blaine said, blushing, before attempting to let go of Kurt's hand.

"No." Kurt said quickly, gripping Blaine's hand tightly. "Please don't. It's nice. Comforting. Unless you – you're uncomfortable. Then that's fine. Sorry, I guess, I…"
"No, I'm not uncomfortable. I mean. Come on, let's go. Your father's waiting up and it's already really late."
Blaine and Kurt walked into the house, hands still interlocked, only separating when Blaine began to climb the stair to Kurt's room, to put the bags there.

"Kurt, I'll be down in a second."
"Hurry, please, I need you." Blaine looked down at Kurt's face. He looked so vulnerable and Blaine just wanted to kiss away his doubts. But he couldn't. The moment felt intimate. Too intimate for friends. But it felt…. Normal. Good.

"I will." Blaine replied, running up the stairs, and seconds later he was down again.

"Son. Blaine. That you?" they heard Burt call from the sitting room.

"Yeah, it's us Dad." Kurt said, grabbing Blaine's hand for comfort and stepping into the room, greeted by a nervous looking Burt, Carole and, surprisingly for everyone, Finn.

"Hey guys." Kurt said. "Finn, what are you doing here? I thought you were staying at Ra –Puck's tonight?"

Finn glared at Kurt for his almost slip-up, but smiled a second later. "You're my bro dude, I'm doing that whole supportive older brother thing."
"You're 3 months younger than me dude." Kurt deadpanned.

"Still." Finn grinned before he looked puzzled at Kurt and Blaine's interlocked hands. "This your boyfriend? Why didn't you tell me?"

"No, no, we're just friends." Kurt spluttered.

"Then why are you holding hands?"

"Finn, leave it." Burt interrupted, crossing the room and pulling his son into a tight hug, letting Kurt and Blaine separate their hands.

"Okay, okay." Kurt said, pulling out of his father's grasp. "No more procrastinating. Where's my letter?"

Burt stuck his hand out of his pocket, and pulled out a white envelope. "Here you go son."

Kurt looked in the letter in his hands, before looking up at his father, Carole, Finn, and, finally, Blaine.

"Come on Kurt, open it." Blaine smiled encouragingly.

Kurt bit his lip and carefully ripped open the letter.
"Dear Mr Hummel… blah blah blah… writing to inform you that…" Kurt stopped abruptly.

"Kurt, what does it say?" Blaine worried, stepping closer.

"I did it." Kurt whispered.

"Did what?" Blaine asked.

"Read it." Kurt said, passing the letter to Blaine.

"We are writing to inform you that you have been accepted into New York Academy of Dramatic Arts, starting Fall 2013. KURT! YOU DID IT! I knew you would." Blaine exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Hey, leave some for the rest of us!" Burt joked, but his voice was tinted with teary pride.

"Oh, yeah." Blaine said blushing shyly. "Sorry Mr. Hummel."

"I said call me Burt Blaine. Anyway, come here son, I'm proud of you." Burt pulled his son into a hug, closely followed by Carole and Finn joining the moment."

Blaine looked around awkwardly before quietly excusing himself to the bathroom. Blaine splashed some cool water onto his face from the sink before resting on the wall behind him. He was honestly ecstatic for Kurt, he was following his dreams, and he was glad his family were there for him. That was the thing really. He wasn't jealous per se, he just wished he had a similar support system. But he had Wes and Michael and now Kurt. Blaine's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Blaine? Are you okay? I turned round and you were gone." Kurt said quietly through the door.

Blaine took a breath before unlocking the door and stepping out.

"I'm fine, really just needed to pee."
"Are you sure? You seem a bit down. Are you not happy for me?"
"No! No! Of course I am." Blaine panicked, placing his hands on Kurt's shoulders. "I just needed a break. I'm kind of tired, and I feel awful 'cause I haven't showered, and now I've upset you on what should be the happiness night of your teenage life…"
"Woah, Blaine, chill. It's fine. Go upstairs, have a shower and I'll go check your room in sorted, okay?"

"Okay, Kurt. Thanks. Sorry for, you know." Blaine smiled apologetically.

"It's fine, I swear. Now go, shower, you stink."

Blaine laughed, before running up the stairs, grabbing his towel and climbing into the shower, falling back against the cool wall.

Okay, I admit it, I'm a terrible human being, this chapter is terribly short and bad, and what I wanted to happen in it just won't happen and I've had basically no time to write alongside my new job and college work. Life sucks. I suck. I apologise. The next chapter will be up as soon as possible. If you're still reading, thank you. I love y'all.

-Cheyenne xo