Day 8

It was nearing six o’clock when Kurt pulled up on the family’s driveway. For the duration of the drive home he’d played Love on Top on repeat, the afternoon events constantly on his mind. However, these thoughts were cut short as he was faced with the unimpressed face of his father the moment he stepped into the hallway.

“Where the hell have you been?” Burt demanded an answer as he stood with his arms folded.

“I… was with Mercedes. Didn’t Carole tell you?” Kurt nervously rocked on the balls of his feet.

Burt shook his head, his signature frown forming on his face. “No. When I came home this afternoon Carole had left a note saying she’d gone out to pick some groceries up and was going to visit her parents. She should be back any minute.”

At that exact moment the front door swung open revealing a red faced Carole laden with several bags. As soon as she spotted Kurt her eyes widened.

“Kurt! I wasn’t expecting you home until later.”

Kurt nodded, keeping his gaze fixed on Carole not wanting to look at Burt. “Yeah... Mercedes had some family meal so...”

Burt looked between Kurt and his wife suspiciously.

“Somethin’ you two not telling me?” He questioned with narrowed eyes.

Carole laughed, shaking her head. “Don’t be silly, now help me with these bags otherwise we’ll be standing here all night.”

Kurt breathed a sigh of relief as soon as Carole and his dad were in the kitchen, he made a dash up the stairs to his room, dropping onto his bed as soon as he shut the door; dinner wouldn’t be at least for another hour which gave him time to come up with some remotely believable excuse as to his whereabouts should Burt question him further.

~

“He’s… he’s my life.” Blaine slurred whilst attempting to sit upright on the bar stool.

“I’m sure he loves you.”  The woman next to him replied, sipping from her own drink.

“He’s an angel. His voice… god his voice… and his face, so… p-perfect.” Blaine smiled dreamily, tracing the rim of his glass with his finger.

“He must be special.” The stranger smiled softly before rising from their stool, drink in hand.

“Where… where are you going? You’re leaving me.” Blaine looked up, his eyes red, full of sadness.

“Don’t be sad sweetie, my breaks over and if I’m late again I’ll be sacked.”

“Oh… “Blaine sighed, his shoulders slumping.

“Look, you say this guy means everything to you?”

Blaine nodded. “I love him m-more than anyone.”

“Then go home. Go to bed and phone him as soon as you wake up.” She instructed, taking the glass out of Blaine’s hand.

Blaine sat there for several seconds, pondering in his drunken state. The woman gently rubbed his shoulder shooting him one last sympathetic smile before heading off to collect empty glasses.

Blaine wasn’t one to drink per se, however, in times of desperation over the years alcohol had become his one and only friend, despite that fact he didn’t particularly enjoy the taste. This was certainly one of those moments. After the breakdown of his relationship with Sebastian the thought of loving someone else terrified him; sure their relationship wasn’t perfect but after six years together the thought of trusting and having to open up to someone completely new was daunting. Kurt had come into his life so suddenly that everything was becoming overwhelming. Blaine was a romantic at heart, never rushing into things, however with Kurt this had been completely thrown out the window; the younger man’s selflessness and caring nature instantly winning the teachers heart.

“Well well well… look who it is.” A familiar voice came from behind just as Blaine was about to stand from the stool.

Blaine inhaled sharply. “S-seb?”

Oh god. No. Please no.

Sebastian laughed that smug, wicked laugh Blaine had become so used to. “The one and only. You miss me?”

“No.” Blaine huffed.

The other man rolled his eyes, leaning in close to where Blaine was sitting. “I knew I’d find you here.  You’re so predictable.”

Blaine flinched at the close proximity, yet with his alcohol induced dulled senses couldn’t move away fast enough.

 “What’s the matter Blainers? Realized nobody loves you?”  Sebastian smirked, cupping Blaine’s cheek.  

Blaine sniffed, unable to turn his head away due to Sebastian’s firm grasp on his chin. “N-no...”

“I’d have come as soon as you called… but I was a little... preoccupied.”

The teacher laughed bitterly, swatting his exes hand away from his face.

 “So why’d you phone me?”

Blaine shrugged; he had no definitive answer and certainly didn’t want to bring Kurt up.

 “You sure about that? Can’t live without me hmm?” Sebastian purred, pushing another drink in Blaine’s direction.

He took a large gulp of the drink, shuddering as he swallowed the liquid.  “I’m doing fine by myself. I’ve got Kurt.”

Sebastian perked up instantly, feigning an interest. “Kurt you say? Someone special?”

Realization set in at hearing Kurt’s name coming from someone else.

Fuck.

“Well how about I help you get out of here and back to Kurt?” The other man rose from his seat, grabbing Blaine by the arm, pulling him up as well.

“I can do it alone. I’m fine.” The shorter man mumbled, weakly attempting to pull out of Sebastian’s grasp.

Sebastian started guiding them out of the bar, placing his other hand firmly on Blaine’s lower back. “I’m not so sure about that.”

Kurt. Help me. Kurt. Kurt.

A short distance down the sidewalk Blaine stopped in his tracks. “Let go!” He cried, twisting and thrashing to get out of his exes tight grip.

“I’m just helping babe. You used to like it rough.” The taller man winked, loosening his grip slightly which gave Blaine the perfect opportunity to free himself.

 “Is that why you called? Kurt too frigid for you?” Sebastian sniggered.

“Can’t you just go back to ruining other people’s lives? I… I love Kurt that’s all that matters. You know you hurt me. Six years Seb. Didn’t that mean anything? Last week, why? You said you missed me yet you treat me like shit. Kurt appreciates me for who I am, and doesn’t just fuck around with other guys. Haven’t you got somewhere to be?” Blaine ran a hand through his hair, trying to compose himself without either a) crying or b) punching Sebastian where it’d hurt.

“Woah calm it babe, my next appointment isn’t for a couple hours. Of course I miss you. I’m sorry for how I acted last week… I just…I want you Blaine. I fucked up. Please Blainers; forget Kurt.” Sebastian pleaded, taking both of Blaine’s hands in his own.

Blaine’s anger was increasing rapidly. “Appointment? What the fuck does that mean? You know what, don’t bother. Goodnight Seb.” Blaine spat as he pulled his hands away and started walking down the street in the direction of his apartment.

“Please…” The taller man whined, trailing close behind Blaine.

Blaine carried on walking for a further five minutes ignoring all of Sebastian’s whining and begging.

“I said stop.” Blaine shouted angrily a few seconds later. “Go home. Stop following me. I’ll call the – ..”

Before Blaine could finish a pair of cold, familiar lips pressed forcefully against his.

“Knew you couldn’t resist me.” Sebastian grinned, seeming impressed with himself despite not getting any reaction from Blaine.

Blaine stood there frozen, hand over his mouth and before his brain could register his next action his right fist collided with Sebastian’s face, sending him into the wall behind.

~

As expected dinner was served around an hour after Carole returned home. That hour had been spent by Kurt texting Blaine a few times, only to receive no reply. Must be busy. Oh well.  Kurt thought as he checked his phone one last time before heading downstairs reluctantly. The one thing that worried Kurt the most was that Blaine hadn’t even read the messages.

“Took your time.” Burt muttered as Kurt joined both parents at the table.

“Sorry was finishing some assignment.” Kurt replied taking a small mouthful of the pasta bake in front of him.

The three of them sat in silence for a few minutes, Kurt replaying the excuse he’d come up with.

“So… this boyfriend…” Burt began pausing to look up at his son.

Here we go.

“What about him dad? Can’t you save the interrogation for Wednesday?” Kurt snapped a little.

The older man sighed. “Can’t just ask my son about his first boyfriend?”

Kurt was silent for several seconds, instead choosing to pick at his food.

“He’s um… He’s Blaine... called Blaine. He works in the bakery on the edge of town.”  Kurt stuttered.

Well done. Screw everything up.

“So I figured so how exactly do you know him? You hate venturing past the mall.”

“Uh… Well last Monday I had to go to the bakery to pick up some pastries for some meeting in the teacher’s lounge at lunch and well Blaine served me and we got talking..”

For what seemed like an eternity Burt pondered over his sons answer. All the while Carole had remained silent and Kurt had crossed his fingers under the table.

“Alright. Questions over... for now.”  Burt chuckled, the atmosphere easing slightly.

Kurt sighed but was relieved he could eat the rest of dinner in peace. The three chatted about trivial things for the remainder of the meal. Returning to his room after dinner Kurt instantly checked his phone to see if Blaine had replied. Nothing. It was now nearing 8pm and Kurt was getting increasingly worried with Blaine’s lack of reply; something wasn’t right. In an attempt to distract himself he read through the latest copy of Vogue which had arrived earlier in the day.

The magazine fell to the floor, waking Kurt. What time is it? He thought as he stretched and sleepily picked his phone up.  The lock screen was filled with notifications, several messages from Blaine, 2 missed calls and a Facebook friend request. It was nearing midnight now and these messages had been sent over two hours ago.

Blaine – 9:42pm

I’m sorry Kurt. Wes asked me over to his for a few drinks. Left my phone at home.

Xxxx

Blaine – 10:04pm

Kurt? L

Xxxx

Blaine – 10:13pm

Answer! I’ve called twice.

Xxxx

Blaine – 10:25pm

Sleep tight. See you tomorrow.

Xxxx

Kurt let out a frustrated sigh, deciding to check his Facebook instead.

1 new friend request

Sebastian Smythe

Kurt’s heart started beating a little faster. He clicked onto the profile of this guy, nearly dropping his phone, horrified as he saw Sebastian’s most recent post. A picture, but not just any picture; he’d clearly been in some sort of fight hence the grazed face and black eye forming. Kurt gasped as he read the post.

Try being nice to someone and all I get is this. And by someone I mean you Blaine.

Kurt dropped his phone. Tomorrow would be interesting.