Two hours and thirty four minutes after leaving Dalton and Blaine, Kurt pulled into his driveway. It was just after nine, but neither his father nor Carole’s cars were in the driveway. Well, at least I don’t have to worry about them questioning where I’ve been. However, as Kurt walked in the living room he saw Finn sitting in his dad’s chair watching some game. Is that Baseball? Or Soccer?
Thoroughly intending on going straight to the basement to text Blaine, he hung his scarf up and headed through the living room.
“Kurt! Where have you been, man?” Finn questioned, louder than necessary seeing as Kurt was literally three feet away from him.
“Uh, out. Why do you care?” Kurt answered, glaring not-so-subtly toward his step-brother.
“Because, you just walked out of the dudes meeting today! That was at like noon! And no one has seen or heard from you since, I was scared!”
“Wow. Nice of you to care….for once,” Kurt mumbled trying to get out of the room which was proving difficult seeing as Finn had stood up to block him.
“What’d you mean ‘for once’?” Finn asked, quieting down slightly. “I always care.”
“Yeah, seemed like it earlier when all the guys shot me down and said and I QUOTE “Why don’t you make yourself useful and put some rat poison in them old folks jello or visit the garglers.” Yeah, you really give a damn about me then, Finn. Way to stick up for me like brothers do,” Kurt was losing it, and he could feel all the emotions that afternoon with the other glee boys caused, the emotions that had subsided around Blaine, all ready to explode out of him.
Finn started blushing and looked down at his feet, “I didn’t…I mean they, I didn’t think that.”
Kurt completely lost it right then. “Bull shit, Finn! You, like everyone else in that glee club think that. None of the guys accept me because I’m too feminine. And, I don’t fit in with the girls because contrary to popular belief, I AM A GUY! I HAVE A DAMN PENIS LIKE ALL THE OTHERS!” He saw Finn blush furiously at this. Without waiting for a response, Kurt ducked around him and headed downstairs to his bedroom, thankful that he was the only one in the basement as he slammed the door shut and screamed.
Quite literally flinging himself onto his bed, he put his face into his pillow and tried to control his breathing. When he had stopped seeing red he pulled his phone out and looked down at the clock. Shit. He’d been home almost a half hour and never texted Blaine.
-Hey. It’s Kurt. I’ve been home for about a half hour. Sorry it took so long to let you know.
-Hey, Kurt! It’s okay, I was starting to get worried.
-Yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean to, I just had a run-in with Finn.
-Your…step-brother? What happened? : (
Kurt’s eyes started watering because he couldn’t comprehend the fact that this seemingly perfect boy was worried about him and now wanted to know what happened that made him hurt. Perfection was the only word to describe Blaine right now.
-I walked in and he freaked out because no one had heard from me since I walked out of the “guy meeting” this afternoon and, unknown to anyone else, went over to Dalton. And so, I just kind of went off on him for being “worried” now, but when they told me to make myself useful and spy on you guys he didn’t do shit.
Tears were openly falling down Kurt’s face by the time he hit send. He truly hated himself for crying over this. Finn isn’t his actual brother, he’s the one who was scared of Kurt being gay and liking him, so why should Kurt hate him for not caring?
His phone started vibrating with a new text, he looked down and a smile broke through his face as he saw a picture from Blaine. He had taken a picture of his iTunes playlist of Wicked songs. The caption underneath it said “I know you have one of these. Pull it up and play it.”
Kurt’s smile faded off his face without him even thinking about it.
-Not even Wicked’s going to help this, Blaine. I’m just so tired of this.
-I know you are, Kurt. I’ve been there. But, unlike you, I never had anyone to talk to about this. You have me. Without a doubt. I will NEVER let you get as bad as I did.
*break*
Blaine was lying in his bed at Dalton, his heart, essentially breaking for the beautiful boy on the receiving end of his texts. Kurt has had to be strong for so long and somehow he hasn’t broken down like Blaine had. The first chance he got, he was at Dalton, safe. However, Kurt was still putting up with all the bullying and the pain. Blaine had never known anyone as strong as Kurt.
-Thank you, Blaine. I really just don’t know how much longer I can take this.
Blaine hadn’t even finished reading the second sentence when his thumb was hitting the send button twice.
“Blaine?”
“Kurt, listen to me. When I transferred here, to Dalton, I gave up. The first sign that things got too much for me to handle, I ran. I talked to my parents and they moved me here because I was scared. I don’t want you to be like me. Hell, you’re already stronger than I was because you’re still there and it took you this long to fully crack like you did at Finn. But, I want you to be even stronger. I want you to push through this thing and throw it back in all those jocks faces that they can’t break you. They can’t run you out of there. Don’t give up on me, Kurt..” Blaine trailed off after whispering the last few words, cheeks reddening at how they sounded so pleading. He could hear Kurt breathing on the other end of the phone, shallow and a little raspy. He’s been crying.
*break*
Kurt couldn’t form words for a few seconds. Blaine had called him and practically begged Kurt to stay strong. No one had ever noticed how hard it was for him, let alone gave him the will power to be strong.
“Blaine, I…” He couldn’t physically think of what he was trying to say, so he just cried. Gut-wrenching sobs that thoroughly wracked through his entire body.
*break*
Blaine’s heart broke right there. The moment he heard the sobs coming through the phone he started crying silently. This is exactly how it was for me.
*break*
Kurt could hardly hold the phone, so he put it on his pillow with shaking hands and laid on it, eyes watering, sobs tearing through his chest, nearly choking him.
He heard Blaine shh-ing him. “Kurt. Shhh. It’s okay. Come on, Kurt, you can do it. Just breathe,” he cooed through the phone. This only set Kurt’s tears to run faster. No one had ever seen him lose control like this, let alone care about him enough to calm him down from it. He had never had anyone like Blaine.
The sobs were still crashing through his lungs, Kurt could hardly breathe, but he didn’t care. He just needed to get these feeling out of him.
“Kurt, please. Try to breathe. Please? For me?” Blaine whispered through the phone.
Those words hit Kurt the hardest – for me – Blaine wanted him to calm down. Blaine was telling him to calm down. Kurt could literally feel the fear seeping out of Blaine’s voice. He was scared for Kurt. That caused Kurt’s need to cry to slowly but surely the sobs decreased in intensity.
*break*
Kurt was scaring him. These sobs were worse than Blaine ever remembers his being. He was scared that Kurt wasn’t going to be able to breathe soon.
He, thankfully, heard Kurt’s sobs subside, although Blaine knew there were silent tears flowing down his beautiful, sculpted-by-angels cheekbones.
“Kurt?” Blaine asked hesitantly. He could hear him gasping for air. “Take deep breaths in your nose and out your mouth. Don’t try to inhale too fast or you’ll choke,” he said to the stuttering boy on the other end of the line.
Kurt’s breathing was slowly returning to normal after almost five minutes of Blaine coaching him through it.
“You doing better?” Blaine questioned after a minute of listening to Kurt’s steady breathing.
“Better, sure,” Kurt whispered. “God, Blaine. I’m sorry. You must think I’m like the least stable person in the entire state of Ohio.”
“Kurt. You didn’t see me before. Believe me, I know what you’re feeling and you never have to worry about being embarrassed – I know you are, so don’t deny it – around me. Especially when you need to let things out like this,” Blaine said. “If you need to let it out, I want you to call me. It’s not healthy to hold it all in.
*break*
Kurt could feel the tears slowly return to his eyes, but his took deep breaths, willing them away so he could talk.
“Blaine, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this,” he whispered, not trusting his voice to go any louder without breaking.
“Kurt, stop right there. I am not doing this because I “feel like I have to”. I’m doing this because I like you, Kurt.”
Kurt’s heart most likely stopped for a few seconds, but he couldn’t remember. He just tried to concentrate on how to breathe.
“I..I like you, too, Blaine. You’re one of the best friends I have. Even after less than a day.”
*break*
Blaine took a deep breath after he said he liked Kurt, the almost gasped when Kurt said best friend.
“Kurt. You’re one of my best friends, too,” he started. “But..” deep breath Blaine. Just say it. “I think I like you. Like…..boyfriend like.” He whispered the word boyfriend.
*break*
Kurt definitely died in the moment Blaine said boyfriend. He was in heaven. Karofsky had hit him so hard that he went into a coma and died. That’s the only logical reason that this is happening right now. Definitely dead. Oh, well. Nice knowing you….no one. He likes me? Is he sure he’s got the right boy?
“Crap. Kurt, I didn’t mean to scare you, I just…I felt drawn to you that minute on the staircase. Your eyes instantly had me hypnotized and then you spoke and I legitimately thought that I was in a dream. You have the perfect voice and I just, I could honestly listen to it forever. And when you told me everything that had happened to you, and when I saw your scars, I just wanted to hold onto you, make all the pain go away and never let go. I completely understand if you’re not ready for a boyfriend right now, and I’ll willingly stay just friends, but I can’t let you out of my life, Kurt. Not until you want me away.”
Well, there it is. My heart is on the line here. You better not have screwed this up, Anderson.
Oh. My. God. Is he like reading my mind or something? Well, it’s now or never, Kurt. What’s it going to be?
“Yes,” Kurt said.
“Y-Yes?” Blaine asked, utterly perplexed.
“Yes. I’ll be your boyfriend, Blaine,” Kurt cursed his parents for giving him and unnaturally high voice because ‘boyfriend’ went up at least two octaves and that was one of the most embarrassing things ever.
*break*
Blaine couldn’t keep the smile off his face.
“Boyfriend,” he whispered.
“Yeah, Blaine, boyfriend,” Blaine could hear the smirk in Kurt’s voice when he said this, which was a good thing considering about twenty minutes ago Blaine was scared he wasn’t breathing.
“I heard you, I just…like saying it. Boyfriend.”
The words tasted sweet against each boys lips. They definitely enjoyed it.
“Hey, Blaine?” Kurt asked, nervousness laced in his voice.
“Yes?”
“You want to break the rules tomorrow?”
Blaine’s breath hitched. Whoa. That was SO not the reaction I was expecting.
“D-depends. What rules are we going to break?” Blaine asked, trying to slow his heart rate down and control his breathing.
Kurt took a deep breath. When did I get so….ballsy?
“Well, Friday’s a long way away and I really don’t want to go to school with everyone in glee tomorrow, so do –––“
“Yes.”
Blaine, I didn’t even finish yet!”
“Yes, Kurt. I will skip school with you tomorrow,” Blaine breathed. “I wouldn’t dream of anything else.”
Kurt giggled – actually physically giggled. Well, THAT’S embarrassing.
“Okay, I desperately need to moisturize right now, but I’ll text you and we can make plans?” He ended it as a question, still unsure of new-boyfriend-protocol.
“Of course. Go make yourself more gorgeous, I’ll talk to you later, boyfriend.” Kurt blushed at the gorgeous comment, and simply grinned at the boyfriend comment. He could definitely get used to Blaine.
*break*
Blaine disconnected, and in a total teenage girl moment, pulled his pillow over his face and squealed and just let his appendages go wild and flail everywhere.
He let his pillow rest on his face and inhaled a difference scent. It was vanilla mixed with something musky and a slight flowery undertone, just present enough to be smelt, but not over powering the musky aspect of it. It was a scent that even though he didn’t know twelve hours prior was now engrained into his nostrils and memory. It was so distinctly Kurt that Blaine couldn’t help but grin as his eyes fluttered closed and his lips whispered boyfriend.