Day 5

Kurt was not looking forward to today as he knew for a fact that Blaine wouldn’t be in school as he had some teachers training day or something, he’d pretty much zoned out as soon as Blaine had told him he wasn’t going to be there, but had tried to enjoy the afternoon singing a medley of Disney songs with the class. Blaine’s absence meant only one thing, a sub-teacher. He wanted to see Blaine’s smiling face as he entered the class, not the stern look of a middle-aged man, glaring at him over the top of his thick rimmed glasses. On instinct Kurt pulled out his phone and text Blaine.

Who the hell is sitting at your desk?! You told me he’d be cute! Lies Anderson! He’s shooting me icy glares. You’ve got some explaining to do.

Kurt

X

Kiss or no kiss? Smiley face? No too childish, kiss it is. Kurt thought as he sent the text.

Almost instantly he got a reply.

OH...him – old guy with terrible taste in shirts? Balding? He’s harmless, just a little old fashioned. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Please don’t hate me! Have fun, see you tomorrow!

Blaine

Xx

Kurt stifled a laugh, faking a cough. Luckily the teacher seemed to be too engrossed reading some magazine called ‘Bee Keeping Monthly’.

~

Blaine was on the other side of town sitting in an incredibly long, boring meeting filled with men and women at least twice his age. They all seemed to know each other but Blaine was the new guy, the outcast, just sitting alone, not really listening to what the grey haired woman at the front was rambling on about.

When he received the text from Kurt his face lit up instantly, earning a few disapproving looks from other people in the room. Ignoring their glances he read the text from Kurt, smile on his face the whole time. He’d decided to reply, regardless of the fact that the woman next to him was blatantly watching.

It was going to be a long day.

~

Back at school the awkward introductions were being made. After Kurt had put his phone away he cautiously made his way over to the desk, the balding teacher looked up from his magazine and set it down on the table, neatly folding over the corner of the page.

“And who may you be?” He asked abruptly in a deep voice.

“Kurt... Kurt Hummel, Sir.” He held his hand out, despite the fact it was noticeably shaking.

“Mr Bluntford, nice to meet you.” He replied, firmly shaking Kurt’s hand.

Bluntford? That’s appropriate. Kurt thought as he shook his hand.

“Likewise.” Kurt nodded, pulling his hand away from the other man’s slightly sweaty palm.

The two stood in an awkward silence for several minutes; thankfully the bell rang before the atmosphere could become anymore tense.

Kurt didn’t like Mr Bluntford, or his teaching methods. Neither did the class, by the time it was lunch the classroom was a mess; Kurt was sweating from having chased one of the boys round the hallways after he had been sent out. In usual sub-teacher style Mr Bluntford had no clue how to cope with the class.

“They’re quite a handful aren’t they?” He suddenly announced, just as Kurt had regained his breath.

“Something like that. No idea what’s gotten into them.” Kurt replied sarcastically, trying not to lose his temper.

Another awkward silence broke out, the only noise being the ticking of the clock.

Three hours to go. Kurt thought as he glanced up at the clock.

“You a fag?” The teacher asked out of the blue taking Kurt by surprise.

“Excuse me?” Kurt spat, turning around to face him.

“I said, are you a fag? You know, gay, queer...” He trailed off, blank expression on his face.

“If you’re asking am I gay, then yes I am. Got a problem with that?” Kurt snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Quite frankly, yes. These children do not need to be exposed to such an unnatural thing. I don’t see why Blaine even let you take a step into his class, let alone work with these kids.” He replied, face hardening.

Kurt lost it; he’d been through enough already, just when he was beginning to feel accepted someone had to come and make things come crashing back down.

“Unnatural? So you’re saying me being gay is unnatural. What about those people who have had countless surgical procedures, you’re saying they’re natural? You don’t realize Blaine is gay too do you? You’re just another fucking ignorant, small minded idiot; if I wasn’t allowed to work with the kids because I’m gay then surely Blaine has no right either? You know what, don’t even bother. I’m going to leave, not because I’m a coward but because I’ve dealt with people like you my whole life, I thought I’d escaped.” Kurt took a deep breath once he was finished, discretely wiping a tear away from his cheek. He stormed out the class leaving a speechless Mr Bluntford sitting at the desk, mouth agape.

Once he made it outside he ran straight to his car, slamming the door shut. There was only one person he wanted to speak to, one person who would truly understand what he felt. With shaky fingers Kurt dialled Blaine’s number.

Be the better man. Don’t cry. Kurt thought repeatedly as he waited for Blaine to pick up.

~

Blaine’s morning had been considerably less eventful. Lunch had been postponed until 2pm and he was starving, stomach rumbling at the most quietist moments, earning more disapproving looks from the other teachers.  At twelve he’d dismissed himself claiming he needed to use to restroom when really he was going to eat a bag of M&Ms and text Kurt from the confines of a cubicle in the men’s.  Just as he’d pulled the candy from his bag his phone began to ring, Kurt’s name appearing on the caller display.

“Hey Kurt, I was just going to –“ He was cut off as Kurt interjected him.

“You told me he would be fine, he’s fucking horrible Blaine, I can’t go back in there.”  Kurt yelled down the phone, his voice breaking.

Blaine hadn’t heard Kurt swear before which shocked him slightly.

“Kurt, just calm down. Tell me what happened.”  He said as calmly as he could, attempting to open the bag of M&Ms with one hand.

“That…that teacher. He…called me a f-fag. I lost it, I’m so sorry, but I couldn’t take it anymore. He said that it was unnatural and I shouldn’t help with the kids.” He had calmed down slightly, but now it was turn for Blaine’s blood to boil.

“He what?! Kurt, I’m sorry, just go home.” Blaine responded, gripping the bag of sweets so hard he crushed them.

“Can…Can I see you? I don’t want to go home yet.” Kurt mumbled shyly.

“Sure, um… I’m sitting on a toilet at the moment, hiding from the meeting. I don’t think I’ll be missed. Do you want me to meet you?” Blaine stood up, shoving the sweets back into his bag.

“I don’t want you to miss out though. I’ll just drive around for a bit. I’ll be fine.” Kurt sighed.

“No, I’m leaving. I’d rather see you anyway.” He replied, peering around the restroom door for any other people before he made a dash for the exit, muttering a random apology to the woman in charge of the meeting.

~

Kurt hit his head against the steering wheel, forgetting he was still on the phone to Blaine.

“Kurt? You alright?” He heard a worried voice at the other end of the line.

“Oh…um, yeah. So, you can meet me?” He asked hopefully.

“Yeah, I’m in my car now. We could go to mine? I guess you’d rather not be spotted in town by someone or your dad finding some random guy in your house. It’s only an offer but…” Blaine trailed off, thinking he’d overstepped.

“Oh, yours? No, I’d love that.” Kurt hoped he hadn’t sounded too enthusiastic.

“Awesome, I uh...So basically I live near the mall to make it simple. There’s like an apartment block and a coffee shop just before you get there? I assume you know it.” Blaine asked.

“Totally, I’ve been to that coffee shop before. Shall I just park out back?” Kurt put the phone on loudspeaker as he pulled out of the school grounds.

“Yeah that’s it. Are you driving?” He said in a serious tone.

“What else am I going to be doing? Flying? Before you ask yes I’ve put it on loudspeaker. I should be there soon depending on the traffic. I’ll wait in my car if you aren’t there.” He said, stopping at a red light.

“Just checking.  Sure, I won’t be long. See you then.” Blaine replied, ending the call.

~

Twenty minutes later Kurt was awkwardly standing outside the apartment block, iced coffee in one hand, cookie in the other. A car pulled up behind him, spooking him. He span around wondering who it could be.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Blaine smiled as he made his way over to Kurt, pulling his sunglasses off, squinting in the light.

“It’s alright. I’m sorry for dragging you out.” Kurt said apologetically, holding out the cookie for Blaine.

“If anything, you saved me Kurt.” He grinned taking the cookie, his fingers brushing against Kurt’s.

“So I bought you an ‘I’m sorry’ cookie for nothing?!” Kurt laughed, quickly pulling his hand away.

“That’s what this is for? I just thought you were being nice to me!” Blaine pouted.

“You can think of it like that. So, where do you live? As nice as this is, I could do with sitting down.” Kurt smiled taking a sip from his drink.

“Right, my apartment, excuse the mess. I left in a hurry.” He grabbed Kurt’s free hand, pulling him towards his apartment.

~

“You were right about the mess.” Kurt laughed as he stepped inside Blaine’s apartment.

Blaine’s apartment was small, but homely. It had a quirky style and nothing matched yet everything seemed to fit perfectly. You could tell Blaine had decorated it himself and had collected items from everywhere he’d been, full of memories.

“Sorry, if I’d have known I’d have made an effort. Just make yourself at home. I need to change, I hate wearing these in this weather.” He said, gesturing to his shirt and sweater vest.  

“I can only imagine.” Kurt grinned as he sat himself down on Blaine’s leather couch.

Oh my god. I’m in Blaine’s apartment. He’s changing. This is too much! Kurt thought as Blaine went to change.

Several minutes later Blaine returned wearing a pair of bright red knee length shorts and a fitted white t-shirt.

“This is so much better.” Blaine sighed as he dropped down on the couch next to Kurt.

“I’m sure it is.” Kurt smirked, discretely eyeing Blaine’s choice of outfit.

“So… what happened today? You wanna talk about it?” Blaine asked, turning towards Kurt.

“I just…the class weren’t behaving with him, I didn’t really like him. Then out of nowhere he just asked ‘Are you a fag?’ I’ve dealt with enough, let alone someone else starting on me. I yelled at him then left.” Kurt answered, avoiding Blaine’s gaze.

“Kurt, you had every right to act how you did. I’ll talk to the principal and get him removed.  I don’t want him there either.” Blaine smiled pulling Kurt’s hands into his own.

“Thanks. I just… I don’t have any tears to be wasted on people like him. They’re not worth my time anymore, sure I still put up with it in school, but not for much longer.” He told Blaine, staring down at their joined hands.

“How about we just watch a movie or something, you have like two hours until you’re meant to be home.” Blaine asked feeling nervous.

“Oh, sure. You choose, I need the bathroom.” Kurt reluctantly pulled his hands from Blaine’s and stood up, brushing past Blaine as we headed off down the hallway.

“First door on the right!” Blaine called out as he jumped off the sofa and started rummaging through his pile of DVD’s.

Once Kurt returned they both settled back down the couch, drifting closer to each other.

“So, what are we watching Mr Anderson?” Kurt asked raising an eyebrow.

“Well good Sir, we are watching West Side Story. If that’s okay?” He asked, shifting himself so he was facing Kurt, resting his back against the arm rest of the couch.

“Perfect, I love this movie, although I’ve never actually seen it at the theatre.” Kurt confessed, mimicking Blaine’s position.

Blaine grinned and pressed play, turning his attention to the movie as the opening credits rolled.

~

Two hours later both men were cuddled together in the middle of the sofa, sobbing at the end of the movie.

“It always gets me the ending.” Kurt choked out, wiping his tears.

“I know. Hey, we’re kinda like Tony and Maria, minus the whole gang situation” Blaine replied, smiling slightly at the thought.

“Whys that?” Kurt questioned, confused.

“Because we both like each other and I want to be...with you, but we can’t, not yet.” He admitted, smile saddening.

“Wow I didn’t think of it like that. Huh? I guess we are. But we can, one day maybe?” Kurt blushed, not wanting to get his hopes up.

“If you want that Kurt I’ll be here, unless you find some other hot younger guy.” He pulled Kurt’s hand into his lap, entwining their hands.

“That’d be pretty hard to find, you’re quite something, Mr Blaine.” He winked at Blaine, smirking a little.

Blaine blushed and noticed Kurt check his phone.

“Got to leave?” Blaine turned to look at him.

Kurt sighed sadly, untangling himself from Blaine. “Yeah, my dad will worry. Can we do this again someday?” He asked blushing.

“I’d love that.” He replied standing up, holding his hand out for Kurt to take.

“T-thanks.” Kurt stuttered taking Blaine’s extended hand.

Blaine caught Kurt of guard and pulled him closer.

Every time you touch me I just melt away.

“There’s just one more thing, think of it as a...a parting gift, for now.” He reached his hand up to cup Kurt’s cheek.

Before Kurt had time to respond he felt Blaine’s lips lightly touch his, automatically he closed his eyes. All too soon they were gone. Kurt opened his eyes, a soft whine escaping his lips.

“Oh.” Was all Kurt could say, blushing furiously.

“I hope that was a good ‘Oh’ and not a ‘Get off me why did you do that. Oh.’” Blaine asked apprehensively.

“God no...I mean, it was a good ‘Oh’. He stepped back, hand still joined with Blaine’s.

“Well in that case, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Blaine smiled, pulling Kurt towards the front door.

“Tomorrow?” Kurt turned around, totally forgetting about the coffee date they’d planned.

“Uh, coffee? You said you were free, if you’ve changed your mind its fine.” Blaine rambled on, trying not to sound too optimistic.

“No, I still want that. Text me when you’re free.” Kurt smiled, opening the front door.

“Perfect. I’ll text you later.” He grinned, pulling Kurt in for one last hug and kissed him on the cheek, his lips lingering.

Kurt pulled back and waved at Blaine as he made his way down the steps to the main entrance of the apartments. Once he was out of sight Blaine closed the door, squealing to himself feeling like a teenager again, forgetting that what he was getting himself into.

Tomorrow…