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Get That Chance: Chapter 17


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Story: Closed - Chapters: 30/? - Created: Mar 02, 2012 - Updated: May 18, 2012
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Kurt's eyes glazed over and his vision went hazy. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. How could he—how could he be so careless? He barely registered Finn and his dad rushing into the kitchen, seeing what the commotion was about, and Carole briefly summing up the situation. He just stood there, unable to move, while Finn lifted Blaine up and probably took him to the living room couch.

This was it, it was all over. Blaine was going to think he was a freak, or he was going to be scared shitless or something equally awful. How much had he seen? What had he heard? Oh, god, this was terrible.

"Kid, he'll be alright, just go be there with him when he wakes up, and go from there," Burt said softly, effectively shaking Kurt out of his reverie.

Kurt looked at his dad with wide, scared eyes. "Dad, god, I—I can't, he's never, what if—"he couldn't even say what he was thinking. It was all just a huge mess.

"He's still out," Finn said, coming into the kitchen. He looked around and immediately pulled Kurt into a hug. "Dude, it'll be okay. Want me to be there with you? I can help try to calm him down, ya know, if he's freakin'—I went through this too, ya know. Not that long ago, bro."

Kurt almost collapsed in Finn's arms, thankful for Finn's strength at that moment. "Yeah, but…I actually sat down and told you. You didn't walk in on me—fuck," he shot a look to his dad, just daring him to reprimand him for the language. It didn't even seem to faze Burt. "I think it should just be me and Finn, he's going to really freak out if we're all there."

"Of course, honey," Carole said, and she grabbed Burt's arm. "Burt and I will be upstairs if you need anything. And sweetheart," she paused, and rubbed Kurt's back right below where Finn's arms were resting, "tell Blaine everything. He'll be okay. He's special, I can tell."

"C'mon," Finn said, tugging Kurt gently towards the living room. "I know this isn't how you wanted to do it, bro. But, I'm here for you. And who knows? Maybe Blaine will be just like me when I found out!"

Kurt sighed and leaned against Finn as they walked. "Somehow, I doubt that." He paused at the entrance to the living room and bit his lip when he saw Blaine lying on the couch. "I don't know if I can do this."

Finn nudged Kurt towards the couch and went over to the recliner to sit. "Yes, you can. You have to, bro. You were already ready to tell him, well. Now he knows, you just have to explain everything."

Blaine stirred and Kurt held his breath. He watched Blaine slowly open his eyes and he felt like he was going to pass out, himself. This was it. This was the moment. Blaine was going to look at him, freak out, and leave. God. He was going to lose his first boyfriend, his first love over a stupid careless mistake. He bet his mom was never careless and stupid like he was.

"K-kurt?" Blaine asked, blinking rapidly. He went to touch the back of his head and grimaced. "What happened?"

Kurt sat down on the coffee table and gripped the edges with both hands, trying to calm his nerves. "You passed out," he said softly, eyes darting to Finn who was leaning forward with interest.

Blaine sat up slightly, looked back and forth from Kurt to Finn a few times, and then what looked like realization flashed through his eyes. "Y-you, and the—lids, and—fire?" He squeaked out the last word, pushing himself completely up and started to look frantically at Kurt. "Did I really see that, or—?"

Kurt took a deep breath and looked at Finn, who nodded. "Blaine, I…there's something I've been meaning to tell you."

Blaine shook his head wildly, eyes large. "No, no, no way. There's no way you actually did that. That's impossible."

"Blaine, Kurt needs to show you something, and you need to not freak out, okay buddy?" Finn said calmly, and he moved so he was sitting on the edge of the chair. "It's okay to be a little nervous, but it's actually pretty cool, and he has a lot to tell you. So, can you do me a favor and just sit there and let Kurt explain?"

Blaine looked at Finn dumbly and blinked, like he wasn't expecting Finn to say anything. He looked back at Kurt and sank back against the couch cushions. "I..uh, okay."

Kurt rubbed his eyes and took another deep breath. "Blaine, this was not how I wanted you to find out. Trust me. But, there's no really good way to explain other than to show you," he paused, sighed, and then looked around for a second before he spotted what he was looking for. He brought the TV remote from its spot on top of the TV to his hand. After he grabbed it, he let Blaine's brain catch up with what he had just seen, and then sent it spinning in between them.

Blaine started taking in deep breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth. He just stared at the floating, spinning TV remote, eyes wide and confused. "So, um. What. You're like, a—"

Kurt stopped the remote and sent it back to its spot on top of the TV. "I can control objects with my mind," he said, and almost surprised himself with how calm it came out. "No, I'm not a wizard, there's no Hogwarts, and yes, I'm human."

Finn snorted and shook his head. "Sorry, those were my fault."

Kurt reached out slowly to rest his hand on Blaine's leg, and grimaced when Blaine flinched under his touch. "Blaine, I love you. But I understand if this is too much and you just want to leave."

"I'd rather you didn't, though," Finn started. He pushed himself up off the couch and sat down next to Kurt on the coffee table. "Blaine, I totally get it. But, Kurt here, he's amazing. He has these abilities, yes. But, he's still the same guy you've known for the past few months. He went through a lot to even allow himself to date you, so if you could just try to wrap your head around all of this…that'd be great, man."

Blaine made an odd noise and bit his lip. He sat there, for what seemed like forever, but in reality probably was only a few minutes and just stared. Not at Kurt, not at Finn—his eyes were unfocused and he wasn't really looking at anything—from what Kurt could tell. And that was starting to really worry Kurt.

"Okay," Blaine said after a while. "Okay, um," he shook his head, his eyes refocused and he looked at Kurt. "So, you can uh, wow. Okay."

Kurt nodded and made a fist in between himself and Blaine. "I can also do this," he breathed and flicked his fingers against his palm, creating a fireball. "Blaine? Are you still with me?" he asked, flicking his wrist to put the flame out.

"Hmm?" Blaine asked, eyes unfocused again. "Yeah, just. Give me a second."

Kurt looked at Finn and shrugged helplessly. He couldn't tell what Blaine was feeling and he wouldn't dare try to test if he could hear Blaine without touch right now. He was so…thankful for Finn right now. He was almost positive, if Finn wasn't here, that Blaine may have bolted out the door right away. Possibly. Maybe. He didn't know. Oy.

"Okay," Blaine started again, and rubbed his face with his hands, "okay, so my boyfriend can move things with his mind and can make fire appear out of nowhere. Holy shit."

Kurt's eyes lit up and he leaned forward a little bit, towards Blaine. "I'm still your boyfriend?"

Blaine cocked his head to the side and gave Kurt an amused look. "Of course you are, why would you think that you weren't?"

"I think that's my cue to leave," Finn said and clapped his hand on Kurt's leg. "If you need me, just yell. I'll be in my room. And Blaine? I know this all seems crazy, but thanks for not totally flipping out on my brother."

Kurt watched Finn get up and leave the room, and then turned his head back so he was looking at Blaine. He couldn't really read Blaine's expression, and that still left him a little worried. "So, how freaked out are you?"

Blaine sighed, and reached out to take Kurt's hands in his. "Kurt, I'm not going to lie and say I'm not freaking out, because…honestly—I am. But, I still know I love you, and now I just want to, I don't know. Understand?"

Kurt nodded and he felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Blaine still loved him. Thank god. He didn't know what he would do if Blaine had gone running for the hills. Maybe his step-mother was right, and Blaine was special. Well, he already knew that. Blaine was amazing. "Okay, well. There's another thing I can do. And I really hope you don't get mad at me for it."

Blaine quirked an eyebrow but didn't say anything, just squeezed Kurt's hands as a sign to go on.

Kurt took a deep breath and focused on the feeling of starting the connection. He could feel himself just barely getting there, but not quite. He still needed touch, apparently. He pulled one hand out of Blaine's grasp and held it to Blaine's chest, ignoring Blaine's questioning look.

This is all so crazy, insane. What is he even doing? Wait, his eyes. His eyes just—no, that's not possible. Fuck, I guess anything could be possible. His eyes just changed color, how have I never –

Kurt removed his hand, felt the connection break, and blinked rapidly. "My eyes change color?"

Blaine's jaw dropped. He slowly removed his hand from Kurt's and pushed himself as far back into the couch as he possibly could. "How—how, did you? I didn't—you heard that?"

Kurt nodded and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously with one hand. "Yeah, I uh. I can read minds. Well, not minds. Just your mind, for right now. It's complicated."

"Holy shit," Blaine breathed, and shook his head rapidly. He stared wide-eyed at Kurt for a few moments, as if putting pieces together. "So, wait. You had to put your hand here," he pointed towards his chest, near his heart, "in order to, well, hear what I was thinking?"

"For now, yeah," Kurt said. "I can almost do it without touch, but apparently not yet. I'm still working on controlling it."

"Wait, so," Blaine paused, and looked like he was thinking, hard. He squinted and looked directly into Kurt's eyes. "Your eyes changed back again. They must, okay. So, I take it that is not the first time you've read my mind? How have I not seen your eyes change like that before? And what do you mean, you can only read mine? What do I have to do with anything?"

"Everything," Kurt said softly. "But, I think its best I start at the beginning. So you understand." He reached out tentatively and was hugely relieved when Blaine clasped his hand in his own.

"Okay, I want to know everything, I do, but," Blaine paused and tugged on Kurt's hand, pulling Kurt into his lap. He wrapped his arms around Kurt and buried his head in Kurt's shoulder. Taking in a deep breath, he turned his head to kiss Kurt's neck lightly and he sighed. "I think I just need a little bit, to absorb everything. You can tell me the rest later, I just… I need some time to wrap my head around all of this. I'm probably going to wake up tomorrow and think I dreamt everything."

Kurt adjusted himself so one leg was on either side of Blaine's hips. He curled himself into Blaine, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder. He took a few deep, shuddery breaths and didn't realize that he was crying until he felt the tears slide down his cheeks. He sniffed and quickly tried to wipe them away, but Blaine noticed immediately. "What's wrong?" Blaine asked, rubbing a hand up and down Kurt's back.

"I just," Kurt breathed, and shook his head—not caring that his hair was rubbing up against the couch cushion and probably getting horribly messed up. "This is all really overwhelming. I didn't think you'd take it so well, and," he sighed, "I was going to actually tell you, so you wouldn't have to go through…this. I thought maybe you'd leave. And, just telling someone is really overwhelming. I have to hide this from almost everyone and now you know and it's just—"

"Hey, shh," Blaine said, interrupting Kurt. "I'm still here, aren't I? I think we both need to just relax for a bit, okay? Then we can talk about…everything, later." He pushed Kurt back slightly and reached up to thumb away a stray tear. "I love you," he said softly.

Kurt leaned into Blaine's touch and closed his eyes. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that. I love you, too." He felt Blaine shift underneath him and suddenly Blaine's lips were on his, and oh, that was exactly what he needed, because he just crumbled. He felt every muscle in his body relax and he let himself respond to the kiss, slow and languid, pushing Blaine back until he was back against the couch cushions. He felt Blaine's tongue flick at his bottom lip and he parted his lips, granting Blaine's tongue access to his mouth.

Blaine pulled back after a few moments, lips slightly swollen and breathing a little ragged. "Am I still staying here tonight?"

Kurt smiled and reached up to twist a stray curl around his forefinger. "Of course, if you still want to. I'd rather you not go back to an empty house on Thanksgiving."

"Good," Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt's chin quickly. "We can talk about," he made a small gesture at Kurt, "all of…this. Tonight, maybe? I think we should probably let your family know everything is okay."

"God, you're incredible," Kurt breathed and leaned forward to bury his head in Blaine's shoulder again. "How are you real?"

Blaine laughed underneath Kurt and slid a hand underneath Kurt's shirt, rubbing his bare back. "Are you kidding, how are you real? This may be all a hallucination from the blow to the head I took when I fainted."

Kurt tilted his head to the side and lifted the coffee table up in the air behind him. "Oh, it's all real, alright."

End Notes: Kurt's past will come... eventually ;)

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