Chapter 14

"Kurt we need to talk."

Kurt was getting books between classes on the first morning back after winter break and it had already been hectic. He turned at the hushed voice in his ear and came face to face with a worried Blaine, his lip between his teeth.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked.

"This," he said as he held up a letter.

"Oh did you write another one? I haven't looked in the piano this morning."

"Yeah, my one's still there but as I was checking I saw this one addressed to me and I knew it wasn't your handwriting."

Kurt had a quick glance over the letter, noticing it was from Dave and he looked straight back at Blaine, just as confused as before.

"Urgh, I have class," Kurt moaned, "Meet me here afterwards? We can go to the Lima Bean for lunch."

"Yeah good idea," Blaine said nodding and already putting the letter safely away in his satchel.

"What did you write in my letter?" Kurt said, smiling and tucking his hand in Blaine's arm as they walked to class.

"No, not telling," Blaine said, knowing the effect it would have on Kurt, "You'll have to read it and find out, let's just say it describes you perfectly." And he leaned in slowly, teasingly avoiding Kurt's lips and walking to his class, down the corridor from where Kurt stood, open mouthed.

xXx

Kurt rushed to the locker after his quick visit to the piano to retrieve his own letter and saw Blaine already waiting there. It was as Blaine was ordering coffees in line that Kurt could read both Karofsky's letter and Blaine's, both written before Christmas. Kurt felt his chest swoop and sink at different times as he read and Blaine looked carefully at his expression as he brought their drinks over.

"So what do you think?" he asked, setting his coffee down after pouring sugar and stirring.

"You write so beautifully Blaine," Kurt whispered, "I don't think I'll ever get over the lovely things you write about me." Blaine's eyes widened and a blush rose over his cheeks. They had never really discussed what was written in their letters since they had got together and Blaine felt embarrassed.

"I meant Dave's letter," Blaine said sheepishly, "I'm glad you liked my letter, I hope it wasn't too much."

"Are you kidding me?" Kurt said, nearly laughing, "But Dave's letter is interesting. He must have been watching us, which is a bit creepy and he knows that we write letters to each other now. What are you going to do? I mean he clearly doesn't want you to approach him about it."

"Exactly," Blaine said, sitting straighter, looking eager. He felt a little more alive at the idea that someone needed their help, almost like they were on a secret mission.

"What would you do?" Blaine asked.

"I think we should see how things go, maybe tell him we know but in a subtle way."

"I know exactly what to do," Blaine said, his eyes alight with a plan and Kurt smiled widely.

xXx

Their opportunity came along the following day as they were walking to the cafeteria down the corridor. They were going in the opposite direction to Karofsky who was with his usual crew of jocks and as they passed, Blaine loudly spoke to Kurt, looking directly at Dave as they walked by.

"Everyone should know that they're not alone," Blaine said loudly, "There is always someone to talk to."

"I totally agree," Kurt said, as Dave continued to walk by, "We're always here."

Karofsky continued to walk with his mates but as he neared the school exit and the others led out, he turned looking directly at Blaine and Kurt who had made it to the top of the corridor. He smiled sadly, then joined his friends, complete understanding on his face as he went to eat his lunch outside.

Although they felt they had achieved something, it was with some sadness that they went to find glee club members in the cafeteria.

xXx

Two weeks went past with no event. Karofsky didn't approach them or write any letters – in fact there was no indication that he knew them in any way at all and Blaine and Kurt could only carry on as if they knew nothing. They obviously didn't want to 'out' Dave and they had made it clear they were there if he wanted to talk. There was of course a change in his behaviour only really noticed by the glee club. Although the slushies continued, Dave was often absent from the group of jocks that threw them and when he was there he didn't seem to take the same pleasure he did before. There was a new jock on the scene that seemed to enjoy taking over Karofsky's role, a guy called Nick that had transferred schools to be on a winning football team and the guy relished throwing slushies and seemed to fit right in.

Santana was actually the one that forced the situation to change and Kurt and Blaine were initially clueless as to the turmoil Dave was experiencing. It was as Sam was walking down the corridor, and ducking to the tap to sip some water bending to reveal his pert arse, that Dave surreptitiously looked his way and ogled. Santana walking the opposite way down the corridor noticed immediately and her gaydar was piqued. Dave's glance was furtive only but it was enough and she was determined to keep her eyes open for other signs.

Sure enough Dave's eyes wandered occasionally, only slightly but she noticed and he seemed to be particularly drawn to Kurt. He would look over at Kurt and Blaine, kissing shyly by the lockers or holding hands on the way to lunch, and his eyes betrayed his sadness and longing. Santana witnessed it all.

She herself had come out to family and friends after the Sadie Hawkins dance, taking Brittany as her date, making a bolder statement that everyone in glee club was fine with. She understood the heartbreak coming out caused, the family fractures that sometimes occurred and she wanted to help Karofsky and definitely didn't want to make it obvious she cared. She decided to ask him to coffee one day as she saw him in the car park after football practice, where she had been cheerleading.

"I knew you'd go back to men eventually," he joked as they sat opposite each other sipping coffees.

"Don't be ridiculous," she sneered, getting straight to the point, "I know all about you and the boys."

"I don't know what you mean," he said, his face instantly falling and his eyes betraying his worry.

"Yes you do," she continued, "You've got a case of the gays and I've seen you checking out the butts and looking over at so called Klaine. You're jealous and I'm guessing you love Ladyface but I'm not sure." She sat back, looking rather pleased at herself and her powers of deduction.

Dave glanced around the coffee shop, making sure he wasn't being watched and leant closer. He didn't notice Nick in the corner behind him, who could hear the whole conversation.

"What do you want?" he said.

"Oh I'm not interested in blackmail or even outing you. I'm here to help."

"Help?"

"Yeah, I mean I know coming out is hard, I've been there, done that and my abuela hates me but I think we need to do something to take your mind off it, have some fun."

"What did you have in mind?" He sat back looking weary.

"Scandals," she said proudly, "The gay bar, we should go together."

"Together? Isn't that sort of the opposite intention of those places?"

"Well I know I won't get any action but that's not why we're going. You should check out the guys, see what the world has to offer and I won't tell anyone."

"I don't know…"

"Oh go on, what have you got to lose?"

xXx

The night was actually a lot of fun and Santana chose songs and drank at the bar while Dave chatted to other guys and danced. He discovered that he was liked, that men were interested and one guy even called him 'his bear cub' which Dave found himself enjoying. After Santana chatted with the only other girl there, one of the bar staff, and felt herself getting bored, she slipped out after telling Dave she was leaving. He was enjoying himself and dancing with a guy he had chatted with earlier and he waved her off, saying he would see her soon.

Things got more heated and they found themselves kissing and laughing as they exited the bar. Dave pressed him against the wall, enjoying the sounds the guy was making and kissed along his jaw and neck while the guy waited for his taxi. It soon arrived and Dave decided to walk home, not noticing the parked car watching from the other side of the road or the click of the camera.

xXx

The result was instantaneous the next day of school and Kurt and Blaine were clueless until Azimio approached Kurt by his locker and shoved him hard, the bang reverberating off the metal.

"You turned him gay, Hummel," he shouted, "You gave him your cooties."

Kurt didn't have a clue who he was referring to but Blaine walked down the corridor as Azimio stomped away.

"God Kurt, are you ok?"

"Yeah," he said, a bit stunned and rubbing his shoulder, "What's going on?"

"It's Dave," he said, worrying his lip under his teeth, "He's been outed. Apparently there's a photo of him coming out of Scandals."

"The gay bar?" Kurt asked incredulous.

"Yeah, someone spray painted the 'f' word on his locker," Blaine shuddered even at the thought.

Kurt looked devastated for Dave and didn't know what to say. No one deserved that; no one should be outed in such a way. They looked for Dave all day but apparently he had been taken ill in class and gone straight home. The same continued for the rest of the week but the taunting continued online and Blaine knew his absence from school meant something was wrong.

Dear Kurt,

I've gone to see Dave and thought it might be better if I explained in a letter why I need to talk to him. I've told the teachers I'm sick and I got Puck to sneak into the office to find his address while I laid the charm on thick with the secretary. I have never felt dirtier.

I think I need to do this, I know his silence, I know what he's thinking, I've been here before. I know Dave isn't that close to us, I know that he can never be called a best friend but I think he's going to really need our help.

I'll ring you when I get home.

Love Blaine x

Kurt got the letter after school, already noticing Blaine's absence from afternoon classes and after texting him frantically and getting no reply, he read the letter and at least knew he would be ok.

He waited as patiently as he could for the phone call, barely eating dinner with his family and avoiding questions about his health. He even paced his room for a while and not even listening to his Wicked soundtrack could distract him, although he could reach the high F in his sleep. Blaine finally rang an hour later and Kurt picked up immediately.

"God Blaine, I've been waiting for ages!" Kurt said.

"Sorry Kurt," Blaine whispered, sounding so tired, "I rang as soon as I got home."

"What's wrong? How is he?"

"Not good," Blaine said sadly, "I was worried about leaving early so I stayed for dinner. He didn't want to come out like that Kurt; I can't believe that would happen to anyone. I think he actually wanted it to end so badly he was considering it." Blaine couldn't even say the word but Kurt knew and his heart sunk that Blaine was going through this again.

"He's going to transfer schools and I spoke to his parents. They're actually really nice and clearly felt embarrassed about how Dave had treated you, once I explained I was your boyfriend." Kurt would never get used to being called Blaine's boyfriend, he smiled slightly.

"He wants to keep in touch Kurt, with both of us," Blaine continued, "That's ok, isn't it?"

"Yeah of course," Kurt said loudly, "I'm actually really glad he's ok."

"I knew you would be," Blaine said, "That's why I love you." Kurt thought he could actually hear Blaine's blush and he laughed gently.

"I love you too. I can't believe you went over there Blaine and made sure he was ok. You saved him when he probably felt like he had no one."

"I did nothing that you wouldn't have done," Blaine said.

"No Blaine, you did it, you thought about what he was going through and acted. You're amazing."

"Aww shucks," Blaine said, chuckling but so in love with the guy on the other line.

Dear Blaine,

The book of letters from famous men that I got you, I also got myself because romance comes so easily to you and you always know just what to say. Although I love reading amazing romance and watching The Notebook, I know I'm not one with words myself so I'm writing this letter so you know and will always have a record of how I feel about you.

The letters from Oscar Wilde to his Bosie are just so amazing and their love feels so uneven that I wanted you to know that I feel loved and that I love you just as much, if not more.

"O sweetest of all boys, most loved of all loves, my soul clings to your soul, my life is your life, and in all the world of pain and pleasure you are my ideal of admiration and joy."

Gosh Blaine we've known pain this week and you helping Dave, well I've never admired you as much as I do now, never been as proud of you. I hope you know how much you mean to me, and how glad I am that you're in my life.

You're beautiful Blaine, inside and out and I feel nothing but love when I see you. Never change.

"Ever thine, ever mine, ever ours." Our love.

Love Kurt xx

As Kurt drifted to sleep that night, listening to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack, he could suddenly hear a patter of pebbles hit his window and his eyes widened as it happened again. He went to look outside his window and he could see Blaine wrapped up warm and grinning widely in front of his house. He sneaked him in the house and started laughing as soon as his bedroom door was closed.

"Blaine, what are you doing here?" he said, still smiling at his rosy cheeks and his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"I couldn't wait," Blaine said as he surged forward, kissing Kurt hard on the lips and Kurt's eyes widened in surprise then closed in pleasure as their lips moved together. Kurt's lips were so warm and Blaine could feel his own cold lips responding and becoming warmer.

"Your letter," Blaine gasped as he licked along Kurt's pale jaw and kissed his neck tenderly, "Your letter was amazing. I had to see you."

They walked to the bed and started kissing again, Blaine fitting his legs in between Kurt's as Kurt sighed in pleasure. Blaine couldn't stop touching as they kissed, his fingers stroking Kurt's sides and his cheeks, his arms then he kissed that sweet spot below his ear. Kurt mewled lowly in pleasure and inadvertently raised his hips as Blaine sunk lower, causing their clothed erections to brush together. Blaine rose slightly to look at Kurt's flushed cheeks and rosy lips beneath him and realised this would normally be the moment they stopped, normally they would part, cool off and start again later but looking at Kurt now, so beautiful beneath him and after what he had written, Blaine couldn't get enough, never wanted it to stop.

"Can we continue this time?" Blaine asked timidly, not sure if Kurt wanted it too.

"God, yes, Blaine," Kurt said practically begging and he bucked his hips up again and Blaine moaned at this new pleasure.

They removed their pants and shirts shyly and stood there in only their boxers, facing each other.

"Let's remove them together, at the same time," Kurt said, his voice wobbling slightly with nerves but so desperate to see and touch. Blaine nodded and they started to remove their underwear until they were both completely naked in front of each other. Their eyes roamed and explored. Blaine's eyes went impossibly darker as he looked and Kurt felt his dick twitch at the sight of Blaine's tanned torso, so toned with a dusting of hair leading south and Kurt licked his lips. Blaine started walking closer, his fingers itching to touch, knowing they were missing out on the pleasure already enjoyed by his eyes.

They touched and explored as they lay on the bed, facing each other sideways and there was suddenly so much skin, so much warmth and love. They touched faster, fingers travelling over unchartered territory and gasps and moans of pleasure slithered through the tiny gap between them. They came closer as Blaine rested in between Kurt's legs again and started rutting rhythmically against Kurt's hardness and Kurt threw his head back in pleasure.

The moment they had been leading up to came upon them much quicker than they wanted but they knew there would be more of this to come, knew they would have time to explore, time to devour, time to love. In fact they had all the time in the world and as long as they had each other, nothing could hurt them.