Dawn
Jan. 22, 2014, 6 p.m.
This Is The Correlation Of Salvation And Love.: Chapter 3
E - Words: 1,100 - Last Updated: Jan 22, 2014 Story: Closed - Chapters: 12/? - Created: Dec 03, 2013 - Updated: Dec 03, 2013 91 0 0 0 0
There was really no point in arguing with my dad about going to a new school. Apparently, having Cooper, Blaine, and I all go to the same school is better for our relationships with each other. Cooper is Blaines half brother who I knew nothing about. Seriously, he just moved in with us a couple days ago. Something about his biological dad wanting nothing to do with him anymore. I walk into the kitchen and grab an apple out of the bowl on the table and bite into it, chewing it while situating my bag. I grab my keys off the table and look over at them. "Blaine, Cooper, were going now," I announce, making my way towards the front door.
I unlock my car door and get in, throwing my bag in the back before leaning over to unlock the passenger side. A few minutes pass before the both of them come to some sort of silent agreement and Blaine slides into the passengers seat, shutting the door.
"How old are you, anyway?" Blaine asks.
"Sixteen," I answer. "I just look young if thats what you mean. Its cool, though. Boys tend to find it attractive."
"And youre... fifteen?" I mutter, just guessing, and turn a left.
"Yeah," he mumbles. "Freshman. Ill be sixteen in April."
"Im a sophomore," I explain. "Seventeen in August."
He nods before starting a conversation with Cooper which slowly fades into silence.
*********
Unfortunately enough my first class happened to be gym and the number one rule is; Everyone must take a shower after gym is over.
"Hey, faggot!" some random guy calls out. "We dont appreciate you being in here, you make us uncomfortable."
I roll my eyes, keeping my gaze on the floor as I start getting dressed. Its not like I picked this class, anyway. If I wanted to see cock during school Id much rather masturbate in the bathroom than look at all these fucking idiots.
That same guy is suddenly pushing me up against the lockers. "You listen to me when Im talking to you, fag. If I ever catch you looking at us youll fucking wish you liked pussy for once, got it?"
I smirk. "Sorry, I already saw and, sorry once again, but your cock doesnt meet my standards."
His fist meets my face in a lovely punch. Ive had worse, so much worse.
*********
At lunch I spot Blaine sitting with... none other than the guy who picked on me at my old school before he transferred. David Karofsky. Even though he and I came to a mutual agreement of friendship, Im still wary. After all the only time weve talked since he transferred is at Scandals. And that one time he tried to be my Valentine and just no... I start walking over towards their table, blocking out all the yells that are thrown at me. I really wish they would just give it up. I've heard worse and I've had worse than a fucking punch in the eye. That does not faze me.
I reach the table and smile at Dave even though he's not looking at me. “Hey,” I mutter. “Mind if I sit here?” If this is because of what I think it is…
Dave says "yes" so fast I barely caught it.
Still in the closet. Too good enough to let anyone know we're friends. Sort of.
“We don't eat with fags,” falls from my step-brother's lips and that does it.
“Then you should find somewhere else to-“
“Fuck you,” he cuts in.
“In your dreams,” I hiss. I'll find my own damn place to sit. For once in my life I'd rather sit by myself than with a fucker who calls himself my friend,acquaintance, and a step-brother who needs to come out of his tiny closet.
As soon as I sit down people are yelling at me again. Before anything else can happen, though, a girl is shouting at them to leave me alone and they do. She smiles and sits down, presenting me with her hand. “Im Santana,” she introduces.
I send her a small smile, taking her hand and shaking it. “Kurt.”
*******
After making it perfectly clear that Blaine and Cooper need to find another way home, I leave school and drive myself over to Sebastians place.
He's not there when I arrive but Trent, his roommate, lets me in. We have a couple of beers and sit around, talking, until it's six and he has to leave for work. I spend however long just staring at the wall until falling asleep...
“Kurt! What the fuck?” Sebastian yells, shaking me awake. “I've been looking for you everywhere! How long have you been here?”
I push him away from me, sitting up and yawning. “Since I got out of school.” I rub my eyes and notice people behind him. Fuck, not a fucking party. “What time is it?”
“Eleven,” he replies, taking my hand. “Come on; let's take this to the bedroom.”
I groan but let him lead me into his bedroom, after excusing ourselves from his ‘guests'.
*********
Blaine lets me in through the window when I finally make it home. I push past him, in my mind thinking what a fucking dick he is. I open my mini-fridge and take out a beer, opening it and taking a deep gulp of it. I put the can down for a moment and take off my hoodie, throwing it to the floor. I grab my beer and walk towards the couch, sitting down on it.
Taking a small drink, I swallow and look up at Blaine. “I hope you're really fucking proud of yourself,” I state.
He tugs his lip between his teeth, looking down at the floor, “I'm sorry.”
I nearly snort but huff instead. Like sorry makes up for anything. "Youre getting too comfortable in that little closet of yours. Someday itll come crashing down around your ears and you wont know what the hell to do with yourself."
“What the fuck do you know?” he counters.
I raise my eyebrows. “More than you.”
His eyes narrow, mouth opening to say something, but I stand up quickly and press my lips to his. I cup his cheeks and pry his mouth open with my tongue. He tenses slightly but then kisses back, tongue pushing against my own.
I end it, though, shoving him away and wiping my mouth on my hand. "I get fists and contempt for being who I am," I state. "But Ill bet you fucking anything that it feels better than being respected for being someone youre not." And it's about time he knows the fucking truth, maybe it'll help him in the end.
I disappear into the bathroom, locking the door and stripping down. I need a long hot shower.
I unlock my car door and get in, throwing my bag in the back before leaning over to unlock the passenger side. A few minutes pass before the both of them come to some sort of silent agreement and Blaine slides into the passengers seat, shutting the door.
"How old are you, anyway?" Blaine asks.
"Sixteen," I answer. "I just look young if thats what you mean. Its cool, though. Boys tend to find it attractive."
"And youre... fifteen?" I mutter, just guessing, and turn a left.
"Yeah," he mumbles. "Freshman. Ill be sixteen in April."
"Im a sophomore," I explain. "Seventeen in August."
He nods before starting a conversation with Cooper which slowly fades into silence.
*********
Unfortunately enough my first class happened to be gym and the number one rule is; Everyone must take a shower after gym is over.
"Hey, faggot!" some random guy calls out. "We dont appreciate you being in here, you make us uncomfortable."
I roll my eyes, keeping my gaze on the floor as I start getting dressed. Its not like I picked this class, anyway. If I wanted to see cock during school Id much rather masturbate in the bathroom than look at all these fucking idiots.
That same guy is suddenly pushing me up against the lockers. "You listen to me when Im talking to you, fag. If I ever catch you looking at us youll fucking wish you liked pussy for once, got it?"
I smirk. "Sorry, I already saw and, sorry once again, but your cock doesnt meet my standards."
His fist meets my face in a lovely punch. Ive had worse, so much worse.
*********
At lunch I spot Blaine sitting with... none other than the guy who picked on me at my old school before he transferred. David Karofsky. Even though he and I came to a mutual agreement of friendship, Im still wary. After all the only time weve talked since he transferred is at Scandals. And that one time he tried to be my Valentine and just no... I start walking over towards their table, blocking out all the yells that are thrown at me. I really wish they would just give it up. I've heard worse and I've had worse than a fucking punch in the eye. That does not faze me.
I reach the table and smile at Dave even though he's not looking at me. “Hey,” I mutter. “Mind if I sit here?” If this is because of what I think it is…
Dave says "yes" so fast I barely caught it.
Still in the closet. Too good enough to let anyone know we're friends. Sort of.
“We don't eat with fags,” falls from my step-brother's lips and that does it.
“Then you should find somewhere else to-“
“Fuck you,” he cuts in.
“In your dreams,” I hiss. I'll find my own damn place to sit. For once in my life I'd rather sit by myself than with a fucker who calls himself my friend,acquaintance, and a step-brother who needs to come out of his tiny closet.
As soon as I sit down people are yelling at me again. Before anything else can happen, though, a girl is shouting at them to leave me alone and they do. She smiles and sits down, presenting me with her hand. “Im Santana,” she introduces.
I send her a small smile, taking her hand and shaking it. “Kurt.”
*******
After making it perfectly clear that Blaine and Cooper need to find another way home, I leave school and drive myself over to Sebastians place.
He's not there when I arrive but Trent, his roommate, lets me in. We have a couple of beers and sit around, talking, until it's six and he has to leave for work. I spend however long just staring at the wall until falling asleep...
“Kurt! What the fuck?” Sebastian yells, shaking me awake. “I've been looking for you everywhere! How long have you been here?”
I push him away from me, sitting up and yawning. “Since I got out of school.” I rub my eyes and notice people behind him. Fuck, not a fucking party. “What time is it?”
“Eleven,” he replies, taking my hand. “Come on; let's take this to the bedroom.”
I groan but let him lead me into his bedroom, after excusing ourselves from his ‘guests'.
*********
Blaine lets me in through the window when I finally make it home. I push past him, in my mind thinking what a fucking dick he is. I open my mini-fridge and take out a beer, opening it and taking a deep gulp of it. I put the can down for a moment and take off my hoodie, throwing it to the floor. I grab my beer and walk towards the couch, sitting down on it.
Taking a small drink, I swallow and look up at Blaine. “I hope you're really fucking proud of yourself,” I state.
He tugs his lip between his teeth, looking down at the floor, “I'm sorry.”
I nearly snort but huff instead. Like sorry makes up for anything. "Youre getting too comfortable in that little closet of yours. Someday itll come crashing down around your ears and you wont know what the hell to do with yourself."
“What the fuck do you know?” he counters.
I raise my eyebrows. “More than you.”
His eyes narrow, mouth opening to say something, but I stand up quickly and press my lips to his. I cup his cheeks and pry his mouth open with my tongue. He tenses slightly but then kisses back, tongue pushing against my own.
I end it, though, shoving him away and wiping my mouth on my hand. "I get fists and contempt for being who I am," I state. "But Ill bet you fucking anything that it feels better than being respected for being someone youre not." And it's about time he knows the fucking truth, maybe it'll help him in the end.
I disappear into the bathroom, locking the door and stripping down. I need a long hot shower.