Aug. 14, 2012, 11:14 a.m.
The Story of How Kurt Took Blaine's Virginity: Chapter 5
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Now, there are a few ways that Kurt could've handled the sudden realization that he indeed loved Blaine. Each one flashed before his eyes.
He could tell Blaine that he didn't have to pretend and make him stop holding his hand, then refuse to spend any more time with him and die a miserable old man with no love.
That didn't seem like much fun.
He could go along with it for the rest of the day then tell Blaine that they could make it seem like they were actually in love by fucking.
Although he liked that one because they ended up fucking, he didn't think that'd be a good idea.
He could pull Blaine into a kiss and risk both the jocks making a comment and Blaine rejecting him, pushing him away and making Kurt die a miserable old man.
That option didn't sound like much fun either.
Fortunately, he didn't get a chance to play any of the situations out, because the teacher came in at that moment, making Blaine immediately drop his hand. Kurt cursed every deity he could think of when he couldn't feel Blaine's warmth of his hand anymore.
"You lied to me Hummel." Santana's accusatory remark brought Kurt back to the table at lunch, when he'd been thinking about what to do about Blaine.
"What about Satana?" Kurt asked, although he had a pretty good guess as to what she was referring to.
"You said you weren't dating that Anderson. Now you suddenly are? What's going on with you?"
Kurt looked at the other Cheerios at the table, whom were all staring at something behind Kurt. He knew it must've been Blaine, since he sat by himself in the corner of the cafeteria.
He looked right at Santana and replied, "It's not really any of your-"
"Hummel stop. It is too my business." Santana replied, brushing off his comment with the flick of her wrist, "You are part of this group, and this group does not date. Unless it's a jock or college boy."
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Then what do you call what you do with Brit? Recreation?"
Santana's posture stiffened, but she didn't miss a beat, "I'm like a snake, Hummel. I can't sleep without something warm on my belly."
Kurt scoffed, but didn't respond.
"You can't go around and date Anderson. If you do, you can't be part of the Cheerios."
"You do not hold the power to kick anyone out, Satana. Only two people do; Me and Sue." Kurt stood up and picked up his tray, "And you're just jealous because I was picked head Cheerio instead of you."
He turned from the table and walked to the trashcan, dumping his tray and storming out of the lunch area. He didn't notice everyone staring at him as he left. He didn't even care if they jumped him. He just needed to get out of there, and fast.
Which is when he found himself in the auditorium, staring at the piano that was tucked away in the corner. He had once taken piano lessons when he was little, before his mom died, but he hadn't really played since he joined the Cheerios. But looking at the piano made him miss the feeling of the ivory beneath his fingers. He chewed his bottom lip, deciding right then that he needed to play to make himself feel better.
He walked over to the piano and sat down on the bench. He pressed his fingers to the keys, just playing chords and random scales.
Without knowing it, he realized that he was playing a familiar song that he used to play for his dad. He opened his mouth and started to sing along to the melody.
"Do you dream, that the world will know your name
So tell me your name
Do you care, about all the little things or anything at all?
I wanna feel, all the chemicals inside I wanna feel
I wanna sunburn, just to know that I'm alive
To know I'm alive.
Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon"
Kurt could feel the tears coming as he played, but he stubbornly ignored them as he continued.
"Do you believe, in the day that you were born
Tell me do you believe?
Do you know, that everyday's the first of the rest of your life?"
Suddenly he heard a voice behind him, singing the chorus over Kurt.
"Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon"
Kurt looked over his shoulder and saw Blaine standing there, hands in his pocket, looking at Kurt. Kurt smiled and motioned with his head to join him by the piano. Blaine smiled back and walked over, sitting next to Kurt on the bench. When the next part came, both of them sang along.
"This is to one last day in the shadows
And to know a brother's love
This is to New York City angels
And the rivers of our blood
This is to all of us, to all of us."
Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes, seeing an emotion he had never seen before in anybody's eyes. He couldn't quite place it, it seemed very warm though.
"Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon."
Kurt dropped out for the rest of the song, concentrating instead on the piano and Blaine's voice in his ear, making him feel calm and very relaxed.
"Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go.
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon.
You can tell me all your thoughts, about the stars that fill polluted skies
And show me where you run to, when no one's left to take your side
But don't tell me where the road ends, cause I just don't wanna know, No I don't wanna know."
Kurt sang the last three lines, playing this time with more fervor than he's ever played. With the last chord he let his hands fall off the piano onto his lap, ignoring Blaine's eyes staring at him.
"Why did you leave this weekend?" Kurt asked, his curiosity finally getting the better of him. He raised his head to look at Blaine, looking right into Blaine's eyes.
Blaine cocked his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowing at the question. "I...I can't tell you."
Kurt placed his hand on Blaine's cheek, cupping his jaw and stared into Blaine's eyes, "You can tell me anything Blaine. I won't judge you."
Blaine laughed at that, but didn't take his eyes away from Kurt's, "Yeah right, you're the head cheerleader, all you do is jud-"
Kurt shook his head and put his other hand on Blaine's other side of his face, "Not you. I could never judge you. Please. Tell me."
Blaine looked down as best he could, sighing. Kurt noticed that tears were starting to form in Blaine's eyes, and Kurt wanted to kiss them away and tell him that it was all right. He was scared to though, he didn't want Blaine to push him away.
"Because..." Blaine took a deep breath, "Because I didn't want to be a pity-fuck for you."
Kurt's hands immediately clenched around Blaine's face, but didn't respond right away.
"I didn't want you to just fuck me then never see me ever again." Blaine continued, removing Kurt's hands and getting up. He started to pace the auditorium, Kurt recognizing as something he did when he got nervous. "I wanted to so bad, Kurt, you have no idea how much I want to, but I knew that if I did you would just brush your hands of me because who in their right mind would want to date someone like me? Someone whose broken and can't even get a date and has a fucked up father who calls him useless and-"
Kurt stood up violently from the piano, knocking over the bench and causing Blaine to stop talking and pacing, choosing to stare at Kurt instead. Kurt walked over to Blaine and grabbed him by the waist, pulling him into a hug. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's shoulders, tears flowing freely now. And if Blaine felt the tears on his shoulder from Kurt, he didn't say anything about it.
They stood there for a few minutes, neither one saying anything, just letting themselves sob quietly against each other. Blaine pulled back first, but didn't let go of Kurt. Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes, and finally realized what that look was. The look that Blaine gave him was like the look his father gave him whenever he had done something amazing; the look that the history teacher gave to the guidance councilor (which really was kind of gross, why didn't they just have sex and deal with the sexual tension?).
It was love. Blaine was in love with him.
That was all the encouragement that Kurt needed, and he leaned in and kissed Blaine.
Comments
Wow that inspiration did wonderful. I loved that you used that song. Their voices would go wonderful with it. The whole auditorium scene was just great. Thanks for the update :)