All Knowing Pov

“You promise you’re not grossed out by my stomach?”

Santana only kissed her cheek in response to that ridiculous question, and continued to ravage her hands around her boobs.

“Brittany, you are still my sexy lady lover. I love your little pudge. I mean, honestly, porcelain may be the dad, but I’m taking the role of its other mom. Because seriously, if lady Hummel is its only parent besides you, you’ll end up naming the baby, Unicorn or Glitterina, and that’s not happening.”

Brittany laughed. “Really? You are going to stay with me that long? When the baby comes too?”

Santana kissed her again. “I’m insulted that you thought I would go anywhere.”

Brittany had been so stressed out lately. She’d been feeling lonely with her parents working more often, and now that Kurt had found a new friend in Blaine, he didn’t stay around her much. She knew it wasn’t his fault, because of the bullies, which was why he had been skipping lunch for weeks now, but still, she felt lonely without her baby daddy to help fend her attention away from the bullies. And Coach Sue had been so hard on Santana making her extremely busy since she and Quinn were both gone from the cheerios now, So Santana was captain, and didn’t spend much time with Britt since she got pregnant.

Santana though in the past week that she has been free, had been amazing. She was vicious, and people feared her, so with her at Brittany’s side, people stayed backed off. And now, with them having their sweet lady kisses back, she was thrilled to have Santana.

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Kurt had been miserable for weeks. Completely miserable. The food being stuffed in his face had become as regular as the slushies’, for an entire week before he stopped attending lunch altogether. He had lost his appetite, and though he had been spending his lunch period with Blaine in the mat room secretly since that first time, he was exceptionally lonely. Blaine had mentioned quite a few times about going out and hanging out, but Kurt always made excuses when Blaine was free, too nervous to go, and not believing that he really wanted to hang out and was just being nice, and then the times when he was ready to go, wanting just someone, anyone to talk to, Puck or Finn, or even Sam or Mike, would drag him away to go to some sports thing or another.

He was proving to be a great friend, but Kurt getting his time, wasn’t easy. He barely spoke to Brittany anymore because she had found a new protector and confidant in Santana, and let’s face it, she was far more of a protector than he was. They talked briefly on the phone every few days about how she was feeling in relation to the pregnancy, but other than that, no other contact. Finn had been busy with football and glee, and working with his dad at the tire shop, and even Carole, whom he used to have lady nights with a few times a week, had been working the night shift all month long.

Kurt was alone. Almost all the time, and it was really taking a toll. His grades were perfect, having nothing but time to get his work done, but everything else in his life just seemed depressing to him lately. He hadn’t found joy in reading Vogue the past few subscriptions, he hadn’t been clothes shopping in over a month, and since Mercedes had a new man Sam, his shopping partner was always busy anyway. He needed a friend.

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“So dude? You guys have been having lunch together for weeks now. Your friggin puppy dog eyes with him are ridiculous. No doubt. When are you gonna ask him out?” Puck asked Blaine in the mat room during practice for fight club.

“I really don’t think that a boyfriend is what he needs right now. I mean, sure, I do like him. I like him a lot, but he’s going through so much you know? With Brittany and the baby. Then the bullying and all of that. He’s been depressed… I wish I knew how to make him come out of his shell…..I just don’t think that asking him out would be the best idea right now….”

Puckerman was fiercely shaking his head though. “I disagree new guy. The best thing for building confidence and getting rid of pent up stress, is good, old fashion lovin on each other. Seriously. Have him meet you in the locker room after school tomorrow or something. Yolu can just happen to be in the shower, and then have him pushed against a wall when he sees you. Seriously! I promise you, he’ll de-stress with a nice blow-“

“Noah! Focus! I don’t need to hear that talk in my practice! Now get back to the bag!!” Coach Beiste yelled.

Puck rolled his eyes as the coach moved to another fighter. “Think about what I said. I know Hummel, and he wants you Blainers.”

Blaine just shook his head. Seriously, these new directions were really something else.

But also, some images of what Puck just described floated into his mind, and he thought of another scenario in the locker room, that might help Kurt out. Something completely non-sexual, but something that might help him not be so stressed and depressed.

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Kurt Pov

Brittany has a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, and I know she’s probably pretty nervous. Even worse, I am nervous. I think Santana is coming along, and that is just all kinds of………. Awkward. I mean, everyone knows that I am gayer than Willy Wonka, but Santana feels the need to frequently mention it at every chance she gets. I don’t need to be embarrassed in front of Brittany’s doctor.

I think I’ve been embarrassed enough for one day……..

“Kurt wait! Stop!!!” Blaine called, running after me from the cafeteria. Mashed potatoes and gravy, sided with nearly frozen peas decorated my shirt and dripped throughout the halls as I ran.

This is so tired…..

“Why?! I don’t even know why I tried thinking that I could actually eat my lunch today in there. I’m trying to be supportive of Brittany, but I can’t even make it past the salad line! I’m pathetic!” I yelled, and continued running. I was heading to the mat room, and honestly, I don’t even think I knew that I was heading there….. It really had become Blaine and I’s spot in the past month. I must have ended up here knowing that it’s safe in here….

“Kurt. Please…. Just talk to me….” Blaine said, pushing my shoulder down to sit, and sitting beside me.

It’s so painful to just even talk to Blaine when he is like this with me….. Supportive… caring….. He’s so well rounded as a person. He has no drama in his life. No flaws, no faults….. He doesn’t have a care in the world, and though the whole school knows he is gay, he has not been slushied once… I just don’t understand it… he walks around with so much confidence, and always has a smile…….. I just know that he would never be interested in someone like me….. not only am I too screwed up, look at me… I’ve got way too much baggage….Talking to him just hurts….

“No…. you know, I can’t……. Don’t waste your time with me Blaine….. Just, let me go!” I said, shrugging his arm off of me and running out of the mat room. I got as far as the lockers when Blaine was still behind me, this time turning me around to face him…. And……….

Blaine pov

Puck was right…….. He thinks he’s a waste of my time….. How could he think that when all I want to do is spent time with him? I talk to him all the time. I haven’t missed a lunch date with him since I met him. We Facebook chat all the time. Or rather, I chat, and he responds little things here and there….. I text him throughout the day, and he makes excuses of being busy. I like all of his photos, and posts on facebook.…. If anything, Kurt seems totally not into me! How can he think that he is a waste of MY time?

He needs to know. he needs to know exactly what he is worth. He is a great person. I like him, and he is absolutely worth my time………

“Kurt please! You are worth every second of my time! Stop!” I said, and this time, I turned his shoulders to face him to me. His watery eyes just pulled something from me. And I kissed him.

Not too much, but hard enough to make him feel that it was really happening. That he is worth my time. I released his lips, and held my breath for a few seconds, not realizing until I exhaled, that he was breathless too.

“Why did you do that?” He asked me…..

I furrowed my brows a little bit.

“Why do you think Kurt? I like you! Why else would I kiss you?”

Kurt just blinked and sighed deeply. “Why?” Why would you like me? I’m this schools joke! The gay guy who knocked up the easiest cheerleader in Ohio. I’m a freaking loser who never fights back, always runs away, and is too stupid to even say yes when the handsome new guy actually IS asking me to hang out because he likes me. I’m just one big loser…”

I didn’t even know how to respond to that…. I have nothing to say that will make this better…. How can I make him realize that he is worthy of being happy….? I haven’t known him all that long to give a good person pep talk or anything….. and I’m not one to give the ‘it gets better’ speech because who knows how long he has been dealing with his torture? That’s not what he needs to hear right now…….

“Just…. Leave me alone okay?  I’m meant to be alone, and by myself, so just…. Let me be alone…..”

And then it came to me….

“Kurt, you’re not alone.”

Kurt just blinked back some tears, still wanting to walk away, I could see it.

“You’re here with me Kurt.” I told him, taking a step closer and never tearing my eyes from his.

He just shook his head slowly, trying to block my words out of his head, but I’m not gonna let him. I’m not….

“Kurt, I swear, you are not meant to be alone, and you’re not…. You’re going to make it through this…..because you’re with me…. And I’m not going to let you give up…..”

And, I felt the success in my words when he lowered his head, and broke….. I grabbed his shoulders, and hugged him as tight as I could, and when he immediately hugged back, I relaxed and repeated,

“You’re not alone Kurt…..”

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After I helped him clean up the lunch mess splattered on his clothes, and mine thanks to our hug, (didn’t think that one through), I walked him to his car in the parking lot. We ditched the last three classes of the day together, because Kurt couldn’t go back, and I was not going to leave him alone right now…. It just, really worried me, the idea of him shutting down, and….. and doing something really bad….. God knows I’ve been to that place…..and if I can keep a friend from getting there, I’m going to do everything I can to try.

I bought him some lunch, because I have only known Kurt for a little over a month, and he has gotten noticeably thinner in just that short amount of time. After eating, we just went to a park and lake nearby, and tossed seeds at birds, further talking, getting to know more about each other, and me trying to keep his head away from the negativity that threatened to consume him every second it tried.

And I did a pretty good job. He smiled today a lot more than he cried, and I felt pretty good for that.

Of course, Kurt had to leave to go to Brittany’s doctor’s appointment at around 4, and I had fight club, so we went our separate ways after that. Of course, Puckerman asked where the heck I was.

“Please tell me you were in the locker room with Hummel relieving some tension!?”

With a roll of the eyes, I punched at my bag and ignored him.

“Seriously!? Nothing?” he pushed.

I scoffed annoyed and turned back to Noah. “Ok, if you must know, I did kiss him. But that’s all. And we haven’t talked any further about it after it happened…. So… time will tell.”

When I got home, and my dad got the call that I had ditched, he… was really pissed. My wrist is pretty sore, and I’ll probably need to pick up an ace bandage from Walgreens tomorrow morning, but it’s manageable because I need to get something for Kurt too, and I’ll be leaving early anyway. I have the perfect way to maybe get Kurt to have a bit less depression in his life….

Kurt and I spent the entire night talking over Skype, and it was all friendly, and support until…..

“So….. About that kiss…..?” Kurt brought up, and the blush on his cheeks was pretty evident, even though this blurry Skype cam.

I blushed probably equally as red.

“Were you planning on making that a regular thing or…” he hesitated, and he sounded really skeptical about it.

I panicked a little….. Crap! I made him uncomfortable…..!

“I told you I like you. But I understand that you are really busy in your life right now, and if you’re not ready for a boyfriend, I completely respect and understand that! I just wanted to show you that I think you’r-“

“Blaine stop!” He cut me off, smiling surprisingly bright. “I’m just teasing you…. I like you too Blaine….. I just….. I couldn’t imagine you liking me.”

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The next morning, I made it to school pretty early to put my gift for Kurt in my gym locker. I would give it to him before we started eating our lunch. And I hope he likes it.

When lunch came around, I met Kurt at the front of the cafeteria, and we walked through the line together. I saw the jocks there waiting with slushies’, and Puck came literally out of nowhere and stood in front of me.

“I’d reroute your aim if I were you.” He said with his arms crossed. When they only laughed, I promptly put a glare on my face, though they couldn’t see it.

“Puckloser? You lost your scare factor the moment you joined glee gay town. We have no problem slushying you too.”

I took this cue now to step beside Noah and speak. I’m don’t with these assholes, and this is my first encounter with them.

“You realize that those slushies today, will lead to nothing but you getting your asses kicked!”

One of the Jocks in the group, Landon I think is his name is, backed off very quickly. I had only kicked his ass in fight club practice last week with no problems at all.

It was nice when Kurt came beside me as well, with a glare of his own.

“I think we can take a couple queers and a girl!” Karofsky sneered the latter at Kurt, and I cracked my knuckles.

Landon tapped Karofsky and Azimio on the shoulder though. “Dudes. This is a bad idea. The short kid is in fight club….. He looks small but we shouldn’t mess with him…. Seriously, let’s go!”

He sounded confident and jock-like, but I could see right through it and hear the panicking like a girl on the inside.

“Your lucky today princess!” Azimio sneered at Kurt. “But he won’t always be at your side to protect you. Come on guys, let’s go.” And the group walked away…….

Kurt really did an amazing job hiding his fear, because as soon as they were far enough away to not hear, he released a shaky exhale. That scared him. I took his hand in mine, and squeezed. “It’s okay. They won’t get near you….”

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We got into the locker room with our food in tow, and Kurt was finally calming his nerves a bit.

“I hate those guys……” he muttered putting his food down on the mat.

“Me too. But hey, don’t worry about them.”

Kurt sat down in front of his food ready to eat.

“Wait, don’t sit, I have something for you. Come with me for a second?” and I put a finger out for him to follow me back out to the lockers. He followed slowly, and I opened up my locker.

Opening the door, a tweet rang out of it as I rustled the cage.

“Kurt, this is a Pavarotti.” I said, half handing the cage to him, and half setting in front of him on the bench. “He’s a species of bird that never sings alone, and I thought to get you one because at my old school, we used to give one of these Warbler birds to the newest member of the warblers in our glee club to signify their role in the group they had joined.”

Kurt was smiling and admiring the singing bird that was hopping from branch to branch within its cage.
“I thought having him would make you smile more, and always be there to remind you, that you aren’t alone.”

A tear rolled down Kurt’s cheek as he took a last look at the bird, set the cage down, and pulled Blaine into an embrace.

“Thank you Blaine…..”

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