Jan. 22, 2012, 5:42 p.m.
Crash Into Me: Chapter 5
M - Words: 1,309 - Last Updated: Jan 22, 2012 Story: Closed - Chapters: 19/? - Created: Nov 09, 2011 - Updated: Jan 22, 2012 1,283 0 10 0 0
"Hmm?" Blaine looked up from stirring his coffee.�
"I mean," Kurt thought for a second, watching a couple across the coffee shop share a smile, "I've told you basically everything there is to know about me. All I know about you is that you have an amazing voice, you transferred from a Dalton school, and your favorite color's blue."
"Kurt, I told you that last one in confidence."
Kurt kept his eyes on the other couple, who were now snuggling together in their booth. Blaine sighed and dropped his arms from the table.
"Okay. Where do I start?"
"Well, First," Kurt turned back to him, "We should go to my house or the park or something. Somewhere less..." he looked around and back at the couple, "Public."
Blaine scoffed and clutched his chest, "Mr. Hummel, I don't know what kind of guy you think I am, but-"
"Shut up and come on," Kurt chuckled and stood up, offering Blaine his hand.
Blaine smiled and took it.
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Kurt pulled into his driveway and groaned.
"Wrong house...?" Blaine grinned.
"No, no. I thought my dad would still be at work. It's just..." Kurt bit his bottom lip.
"I thought you said you were out?"
"I am. Out and proud. But I've never really had a... a boyfriend and I don't know how he'll react," Kurt released his seatbelt and stepped out of the car.
"So, we can say we're just friends," Blaine fell into step with him up the driveway, "Until you're ready."
"You're kind of amazing," Kurt said, stopping at the front door.
"I know," Blaine squeezed his arm.
Kurt thought it was going to happen, right there on his front step. He thought Blaine was going to close those few inches in-between them and kiss him. But instead he did the exact opposite, stepping back.
"Just friends, remember?" Blaine grinned.
Kurt nodded, hiding his disappointment. He unlocked the door and held it open for Blaine.
"Dad? I'm home! And I brought a... friend!" he called and smiled at Blaine.
"In the kitchen," his dad called back.
Kurt prepared himself for any digging his dad would do. He expected a remark about 'being on the same team' and whatnot. Or maybe how having a friend 'like him' would be good for Kurt.
It couldn't get worse than that, right?
"Hey, kiddo, and... friend?" his dad offered a hand to Blaine, "Burt Hummel."
"Dad, this is Blaine."�
Blaine nodded and shook his dad's hand, looking uncomfortable.
"So this is Blaine," his dad glanced over him, "Kurt won't shut up about you."
Kurt felt his face flush, he stared at his father, questioning his sanity.
"Does he now?" Blaine turned to him, smiling his Blaine smile, with his Blaine eyes. Kurt almost forgot about strangling his dad.
"Okay. Well. Me and Blaine will be upstairs studying," Kurt began backing out of the door, tugging his boyfriend with him.
"Alright, see you two later."
Blaine imidiently started laughing the second they reached Kurt's room in the basement. Kurt shuffled to his bed and fell face down, groaning.
"Didn't catch that, Angel," Blaine said, sitting on the other side of the bed.
"I said, I'm going to kill you and my dad after I figure out how to work a shotgun."
Blaine chuckled and rubbed circles into his back, "Come on, it wasn't that bad."
Kurt sighed into the pillows. Blaine dug his thumbs into his shoulders and Kurt had to hold back a moan.
"You're hands are like magic," Kurt turned his head toward where Blaine was sitting.
"Are we going to talk or are you just going to abuse my magical back rubbing powers?" Blaine dropped his hands and raised an eyebrow.
Kurt sighed and turned his body so that he was laying on his side. Blaine mirrored his position, but kept his head propted up with his elbow.
"Alright. Dazzle me," Kurt smiled.
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After an hour or so of talking Blaine had only breached the topic of his childhood. Kurt stayed silent most of the time, letting Blaine talk it out.
"When did you get put into Dalton?" Kurt asked after Blaine hit a slow spot.
"I punched my eighth grade history teacher, Mr. Person," Blaine's smile faded. His eyes were distant, like he was reliving the memory, "He went off on a rant about religion one day. Like how mostly everyone was Christian. He asked everyone to raise their hands if they were, and then he made the kids who didn't stand up and say what religion they were.
"I don't even know if he was aloud to ask that, but I stood up along with some Indian and Asian kids. When he got to me, he asked if I was Jewish. I told him no, and he asked what I was. I told him I didn't believe in any god. He seemed kind of... I don't know, mad? I guess? Anyways he just stared at me and asked why not.
"It was a year after I had come out and the bullying wasn't too bad, but this one extremely annoying Christian girl always glared at me and shit. I finally snapped and asked what the hell she was looking at. She told me that her mom had told her that gay people went to hell, cause god hated gays."
Kurt winced, remembering all the times he had been told he was going to hell.
Blaine continued, "I argued with her about it, but then a whole bunch of kids back her up and started messing with me, telling me I was going to hell. So I told Mr. Person that I was gay and that I wouldn't love God if he didn't love me."
Blaine swallowed and ran a hand through his hair, "Umm... Yeah. Anyways. That was the most I'd ever been bullied about being gay. And the worst part wasn't even because he was my teacher, it was because it was in front of everyone. My whole class got to watch my teacher completely ridicule and talk down to me for being gay.�
"I tried to defend myself, over and over, but he just kept talking. Finally he got up in my face. I remember being so mad I was shaking. He got up real close and said, 'You're right, God does hate fags,' then spat in my face."
Kurt covered his mouth in horror, tears started to sting at his eyes. Blaine kept his eyes on his hands, not looking up. He wanted so bad to reach out and comfort him, hold him.
"So I punched him. Actually I did a bit more than punch him. Hell, I beat the shit out of that bastard. The only thing that stopped me was my principle who lifted me off of him," Blaine laughed without humor, "It was near the end of the year anyways, so I just stayed out of school until I started Dalton in the fall."
"Blaine," Kurt whispered, sitting up so that he was closer to him.
Blaine finally looked up from his hands. He met Kurt's eyes and swallowed. There was so much sadness and hurt in his eyes. It was painful for Kurt to see.
"Come here," Kurt moved closer, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist. The shorter boy burrowed closer, snuzzling his head into the crook of Kurt's neck.
"I forgot how much that gets to me," Blaine sniffed and let out a watery laugh.
"Thank you for telling me," Kurt looked down at him.
Blaine smiled and Kurt's heart warmed at the sight. They kept their eyes locked on each other's until Blaine's glanced down at Kurt's lips. Kurt did the same and slowly leaned in closer.
Their lips slowly met in a soft kiss. Kurt's heart rate couldn't be healthy, but he ignored it. Blaine's hand came to cup his face and he leaned into the touch, letting Blaine hold him.
Too soon Blaine pulled away, smiling and tracing Kurt's cheekbone with his thumb.
"It's like I can just forget everything with you. I can just push my shitty life aside and be... happy," Blaine whispered.
"I know how you feel," Kurt smiled back, enjoying this blissful moment.
Comments
Me Gusta the fluff. BUT I do request more badassery. Me Gusta badass Blaine also. Great job! :]
My FEELINGS! I have a huge, huge love for badboy!fics and I am so in love with this one already. Can't wait for the next chapter :)
Can I love you and this fic forever? Please?? It's just so good!
I really like your story! I love how Blaine is so protective with Kurt!
This story is great!! I love badboy fics :)
I love that Blaine has a lot of feelings!! And itotes think if I had been there, I'd have probably hit the teacher, too, just for good measure.
This chapter really hits home after a horrible exposƩ 20/20 did last week about an extremist church that even goes so far as to picket U.S. soldiers' funerals because "they defend a country that accepts fags and queers, filthy Jews," etc. What's really scary? Their kids, who can barely even pronounce the words, are already speaking like that.
See, those are the kind of people who really piss me off. I absolutely cannot stand Christians who protest gays and gay rights, but also preach love and acceptance. I just don't understand how they can think and believe that they're right. I'm going to stop now because if I don't, I'll go off on a rant and this response will be waaaaaay too long. Thank you for reading and reviewing. (:
alsjasassjaƱas my heart! Loved this chapter :D
Oh my god, FUCK his teacher. Holy shit. Good job beating the crap out of him, Blaine! I just started reading this fic about half an hour ago btw, and it is AWESOME. It's midnight now and I don't think I'm going to be getting very much sleep tonight...