March 19, 2012, 10:38 p.m.
Hummingbird Heartbeat.: Blaine's Dad.
T - Words: 3,006 - Last Updated: Mar 19, 2012 Story: Complete - Chapters: 7/7 - Created: Feb 29, 2012 - Updated: Mar 19, 2012 713 0 0 0 0
"So, you decide to go to your dad's or not?" Kurt asked, looking up from his phone, raising an eyebrow. He had sent a quick text to Finn, telling him to tell his family that he was leaving in a few minutes. After putting his phone in his pocket he folded a couple of outfits and placed them in his overnight bag with the rest of the things he'd need for the weekend.
This question earned a torn sigh from the boy across the room, who was sitting at the desk, facing his bed which held his overnight bag. He was ready to go, but he couldn't decide. "I-I don't know. I'm really nervous about it. The last time I..." Blaine trailed off and leaned forward, placing his face in his hands. He groaned. "It wasn't good the last time I was there and I'm just worried."
Kurt frowned, feeling bad that he couldn't exactly comfort Blaine the way he wanted to. A.) Because Kurt didn't know his history with his dad. And B.) They're just friends, and it would be awkward. Right? Walking over towards Blaine, he sighed. "Well, Blaine. I don't know all of the details, or what happened last time. But I do know you," He knelt down, looking up at those hazel eyes that were almost completely green today, placing is hand on his knee. "and I know that you'll do what you think is best. And I know you'll be okay. I mean how could your dad not love you? You're Blaine." He smiled a small smile, holding Blaine's eyes with his.
Blaine bit his lip, not looking away from the blue eyes that were extra blue today. His heart jump-started. He could stare into those eyes forever. They literally made him melt. He wasn't positive that he wasn't a pile of goo in the chair now. He smiled a small smile. "How is it you always manage to make me feel better?" He said, his voice soft and low. It was a highly flirtatious manner in which he said that. More than normal. He honestly surprised himself with it.
Kurt's eyes fluttered a bit along with his insides.
Uh oh, there it is now. The thick caramel-y tension slowly crept in and both boys' minds started to panic.
Oh no, does he think I'm flirting?
I mean, I am but..
Will he think it's weird?
He doesn't feel the same...right?
Don't screw this up, Blaine!
Don't screw this up, Kurt!
God, you're so stupid.
It's amusing really, how similar their thoughts were.
"Oh, I, uh. The time." Kurt stuttered, standing up. "I've got to get to Lima. My dad's birthday party is today at like three."
Blaine nodded. "Yeah, yeah. You...you don't want to be late." He stood.
Kurt grabbed his bag, throwing it onto his shoulder and headed for the door. Before leaving, he turned, taking a deep breath. "If you, If you decide not to go. You're always welcome to join us tonight. My family tends to party hard. At least until ten at night." He chuckled.
Blaine smiled. "Thanks. But, I'm thinking maybe I should go.." He still sounded unsure.
Kurt nodded. "Well, call me if you need me for anything. Anytime."
Blaine nodded. "Thanks, Kurt."
"See you later." Kurt sent Blaine an encouraging smile and walked out the door.
"Bye." Blaine sighed. He walked over to the bed and picked up his back. "Well, here goes nothing." He muttered, walking out the door.
...
It was late Saturday night/early Sunday morning. Kurt was asleep in his old bed. After a long day full of sugary foods with lots of calories, wincing every time his dad took "just one more bite" ("Don't look at me like that, it's my birthday." He'd say.), Finn's dumb questions, and loud relatives, he was ready to go back home to Dalton, to Blaine. Not only all of that, he was anxious, thoughts of Blaine, his dad, and what could be going on was always in the front of his mind. He hadn't heard from Blaine since he left. He didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
Kurt awoke to the sound of his phone buzzing loudly on his nightstand, singing a verse of a certain Katy Perry song. He didn't hesitate to reach over and answer it, before even opening his eyes. "He-" He cleared his throat. "Hello?"
"Kurt.." A voice that always sounded to cheerful and strong suddenly sounded broken and weak.
He was suddenly wide awake. "What's wrong?"
"I...my..I don't..I.." Blaine sighed before sniffling, he sounded so upset. "Can you come get me?" No, not upset, down right helpless.
While Blaine was stumbling over his words, Kurt was stumbling around, pulling on his jeans. "I'm coming. Where are you?"
"I'm at my dad's...he's not here..he just.." His breath quivered, he was definitely crying. "The address is 1359 Oak Avenue."
After leaving a quick, messy note in the kitchen so his family wouldn't freak if they woke up and noticed he was gone, Kurt raced out of the house and quickly got into his black Navigator.
"I'm in my car. I'll be there in fifteen minutes." He said, pulling out of his driveway. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, his hands even shook.
"Thanks." Blaine whispered and then he hung up before Kurt could ask anymore questions.
Holy hell, what happened?
...
Kurt was thankful that it was so late and the traffic between the two towns had been minimal. It only took him ten minutes, of course he had been going well over the speed limit. But he didn't care. His heart was beating in his ears. Please be okay, Blaine. He thought to himself. Of course Blaine wasn't okay, he was clearly upset. But if anything life threatening were to happen to the hazel eyed boy, Kurt couldn't help but imagine those eyes, that sweet face, if anything were to happen to him. He'd go absolutely, psych-ward, crazy.
Kurt was also thankful for GPS, because he wouldn't have been able to find it. He was usually good at finding his way around, but the streets seemed extra dark. Once he finally arrived, he pulled into the drive way and he barely turned the car off before unbuckling his seat belt and racing up to the door. He knocked quickly. "Blaine! I'm here." He called, impatient.
After a moment the door opened and Blaine stepped out onto the porch, the light touching his face. Kurt was relieved that he opened the door but wasn't relieved to see what he saw. There stood the best person in the entire milky-way, his left eye was four different shades of purple and underneath his tear-stained cheeks was a fairly big scratch.
"Oh," Kurt's voice was soft.
Blaine's forehead was wrinkled, he looked so sad. "I..I didn't mean to.." Without saying another word Blaine dropped his bag and crumbled into Kurt's arms, crying. "I don't know what I did." He sobbed.
"Oh, Blaine." Kurt's heart broke in two, and tears started filling up his own eyes. He wrapped his arms around the shorter boy, squeezing him tight. "Come on, let's get in the car. We'll go back to my house."
Sniffling, Blaine nodded against Kurt's chest before standing up straight. Kurt grabbed his bag and took his hand, leading him to the car. After throwing the bag in the back and getting in, he started the car and pulled out of the driveway. Blaine broke down into heavy tears again. As Kurt stopped at a stoplight he looked over at Blaine. He seemed to small, so young. His face was scrunched and wrinkled as tears just flowed. He had never seen someone so upset, much less Blaine. Blaine was never anything less than happy sunshine. But not now, he was so sad. Kurt's heart went from two pieces, shattering into thousands. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" Kurt asked gently. Of course he was just itching to know but he certainly wasn't going to make Blaine more upset by being overly nosey.
Blaine sniffled and wiped his eyes a little. "My-my dad. He...we...we were talking about his job, and his co worker's and how one of his good friends has a daughter my age that goes to Crawford Country," His breath caught in his throat. "That she'd be perfect for me. And when I explained to him that I wasn't interested and that I'm still asked me if I was still in that phase and when I tried to explain to him that I wasn't going to change...He got really, really an-angry. We started yelling. He just kept putting me down," His eyes overflowing again. "he called me a disgrace, a disgrace to him and to the whole family. A disappointment. He said that he knew this wasn't a good idea, that my Nana made him invite me. She thought it would be good." He sighed. "I don't know what she was thinking. Anyway," He shook his head. "I went the mature route" He chuckled sarcastically and rolled his eyes. "And told him "Face it dad, I like to have sex with boys!" And he hauled off and.." He sort of trailed off, tears starting again. "Well.." he motioned to his face. "I started to cry. He-he told me to stop and to be a man. Then he didn't want me in his house anymore, and left. Muttering that I was such a fag. And then he left. That's when I called you. I figured being there when he got back wasn't such a good idea." He let himself cry a little harder. "I-I just don't know, Kurt. I don't know what I did..I wish I could be different...but I just."
Kurt could feel the sadness coming from the boy next to him. It was making him feel awful. He just wanted to hold Blaine, to make everything okay, to beat the shit out of his dad and scream at him. How could he not see that perfect human being that is Blaine? He didn't understand how someone, especially some one's own father could be so horrible.
"No, no. Don't ever wish that. You're an amazing person Blaine...don't ever think differently."
Shaking his head, Blaine sighed. "Thanks, but if I'm so great why doesn't my own father love me?" His voice whined and if Kurt had any solid piece of heart left that whine took care of it. His heart was the definition of broken right now. And it caused tears to fall down his face.
"Blaine.." Was all he could really say. He reached over and took Blaine's hand, squeezing it. Blaine responded, holding his hand tightly. The air was to desperately sad for this show of affection to be awkward. Kurt could feel the longing for acceptance in the air. Which was an uncommon thing to feel around Blaine. He was always so confident.
They sat in silence for the rest of the way home, the only sounds were the sound of the road and the occasional sniffle or soft sob from Blaine. Kurt never let go of Blaine's hand, unless he was passing a car or switching lanes. Each time he'd give his hand back, Blaine would hold it like he was holding on for dear life.
Once they reached Kurt's house, Kurt led Blaine into the house, showing him around a bit, telling him to make himself at home.
"Do you need anything to drink? Are you hungry?" Kurt asked softly, looking at the boy standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, his arms crossed.
Blaine looked up from the floor and nodded. "I could use some water." He said softly, his voice cracked.
Kurt nodded, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water and handed it to Blaine as the dark headed boy muttered a 'Thanks'. "You can sleep in my bed. I'll take the floor."
Blaine just nodded, taking a big drink from the water. Kurt took the hand towel from the handle of the oven and opened the fridge. He grabbed a hand full of ice out of the freezer and folded it into the towel. "Here," He walked up to Blaine, studying his eye. It looked terrible, it was so black and purple, and quite swollen. "You poor thing." He whispered, before gently touching the iced towel to Blaine's eye.
Blaine winced slightly at the tiny bit of pressure that was applied. "Ah. Th-thanks."
Kurt gave a sympathetic smile and Blaine followed him up to his room, like a pitiful puppy. Kurt closed the door behind them as they entered the room. Both boys kicked off their shoes and Blaine plopped onto Kurt's bed with a heavy sigh, he watched as Kurt took blankets out of his closet, going to make a pallet on the floor. "Kurt, I feel bad, this is your room, you shouldn't have to sleep on the floor."
"Blaine, really, it's fine."
"No, no, come on. Lay here with me?" Blaine's voice was soft, pleading. He sat the towel on the nightstand.
"O-o-okay." Kurt stuttered out as the air started to thicken. Blaine pulled the blanket over them once Kurt was in the bed. Kurt made sure not to cross that invisible line between them.
Blaine still felt too upset to feel the tension. He felt awful, he was so hurt. Blaine was on his back, looking up at the ceiling, and Kurt was on his side, facing Blaine.
Kurt studied his face, he could just see the older boy's mind reeling. There was a wrinkle in his forehead and a sad frown lightly touching his face. He let his eyes wander to the scratch across Blaine's cheek. He wanted to lean over and kiss every inch of that face. He wanted Blaine to feel okay. Loved.
Kurt had figured his dad had been wearing a ring and slapped him. He let his own mind start to wander, he just couldn't imagine anyone wanting to hurt the boy in front of him. He was such and amazing person inside and out. He was so incredibly angry. He wanted to kill Blaine's dad. Hmpf, 'dad'. No, no real dad would do that to his son. If this is what happened every time he saw his dad, he couldn't help but wonder why Blaine would ever, ever, give that man as many chances as he has.
"Blaine...?"
"Hmm?" The older boy murmured, still looking at the ceiling.
"You don't have to tell me anything. But I just, I don't understand. Has this happened before?"He asked gently.
Blaine sighed and was quiet for a moment before nodding slightly. "Y-yeah..twice." He bit his lip. "Ever since I came out, he and I haven't gotten along. Until I moved out it was always so awkward, he'd try to do things with me, I know not because he wanted to bond. He just wanted to make me straight, for me to see the "error in my ways". The only reason he didn't kick me out before he did was because of my Nana. She's the only person in my family who actually loves me. But unfortunately she lives in Florida. She moved when I was thirteen. She was actually the first person I came out to. When I did, she said 'Well, honey, duh. I know this.' " He chuckled slightly. "Anyway, the first time it happened was after I decided to transfer to Dalton. He told me "Of course you would want to go to an all boys school. Why wouldn't you want to go to a gay school?" and we argued about it, and he...he slapped me across the face. " He paused for a moment. Kurt noticed the tears in his eyes and felt his own tears sting. "So I, not only ran from my problems at school, but I ran from my dad. I alternated between Wes and David's houses before I could move to Dalton. My Nana is the one who paid for it. She was furious with my dad, she didn't speak to him for six months. And when she did she convinced him to try to patch things up with me. So he unwillingly called me up, and I agreed to meet him. We met at a diner in my home town, and it was completely awkward. It ended in a heated discussion and him saying that he knew it was a bad idea. So we didn't talk again for a few months until my Nana set up a surprised meeting when she came home for a couple of months. We met at her house, neither of us knew we'd be there together. He got angry that I was there. He was yelling to her about me, she was yelling at him. And on his way out he shoved me into the wall. I don't know why I went this time. I...I was hoping it would be different." He chuckled, not a happy chuckle. "I guess it was, not only did he shove and slap me, he punched me." Shaking his head, he sighed.
"My goodness." Kurt breathed.
"I'm sorry," Blaine rolled onto his side, facing Kurt, resting his hand on the pillow. "I don't usually burden people with my story."
"No," Kurt shook his head, wiping the couple of tears that had escaped away. "Don't be sorry, don't ever be sorry for sharing something with me. You're never a burden, Blaine."
Blaine gave him a small half smile.
"I care about you Blaine." Kurt's heartbeat was a little faster than it had been when he placed his hand on Blaine's. "A lot. Don't ever think you can't talk to me."
Blaine nodded slightly. "Thank you Kurt," He looked up into the blue eyes that had been glued to his. "For everything."
"Anytime." Kurt rested his head on the pillow, still facing Blaine, his hand still in the same spot.
They continued to lay there, hands touching, and they talked for a few minutes more before Blaine fell asleep. Kurt was all too aware of the caramel in the room when their hand touched. But it seemed to calm Blaine a bit, and he certainly didn't mind it himself. With a sigh he looked the sleeping boy over once more. Resisting the urge to kiss him goodnight, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber.