CHAPTER 14

By Klainer0801

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“Aimee… she’s not my sister. She’s my daughter.”

Kurt’s head began spinning. The room also turned, getting faster by the second. Aimee’s face flashed in front of his eyes, swiftly joined by Blaine’s. Kurt began to think about solutions, explanations… each time a different image popping into his head. He closed his eyes in discomfort and dizziness. He could still feel himself spinning, even though he was sat down. Things began to move so quickly, it reached the point where Kurt was ready to throw up.

Then it stopped.

“What?...” Kurt stared blankly at Blaine, hoping he didn’t just hear what he thought he did. By the look on Blaine’s face he knew he had heard perfectly fine.

Kurt began to laugh manically but quietly, praying that this was some kind of joke. Aimee, Blaine’s daughter? Now he thought about it, they looked painfully alike. Blaine cherished that girl like she was the world to him and now Kurt could see why. How was this happening?

“You said you’d stay with me.” Blaine said defiantly, tightening his hold on Kurt’s hand.

“I- uh… I will… I ju- What… Blaine?” Kurt said, shaking his head in panic. He shuffled even closer to Blaine on the bed, in need of an explanation.

“Kurt, it’s not what you think. I swear. I’ll explain but… I just don’t know how you’re going to take this.”

Kurt said nothing. Blaine cleared his throat and opened his mouth, however no words came out. Kurt could see how Blaine’s eyebrows had knitted together tightly as he frowned in worry and the panic and fear in his eyes was evident.

“Blaine, calm down. Start from the beginning. I need to know.”

Blaine nodded his head once but looked down at the mattress below before starting.

“I – Please don’t judge me.” Blaine said, but continued with more confidence after Kurt lifted Blaine’s chin and placed a soft kiss to his lips. “There was a party. I was 14.”

“YOU WERE 14?” Kurt almost screamed at Blaine, shaking his head in disbelief “Oh baby…”

“I was 14, yes. I- I hadn’t come out yet… but I knew. I just didn’t want to admit it. Things were good at home back then and I was pretty much still on track in my life: y’know... School was going well, my family were strong and things were generally going my way. I’d been invited to Gemma Attworths party… it was her 16th and she was the most popular girl in school. If I didn’t go, I probably would have been thrown and locked in a dumpster for a week. Of course, I wasn’t a big party goer back then though.”

“What the hell changed? I don’t understand…” Kurt lifted his free hand up to wipe the tears which were now streaming down Blaine’s face as he talked through his past.

Blaine laughed softly, “Yeah, I know. I was a son to be proud of back then apparently. It all happened at the party. That changed everything.”

Kurt pulled Blaine into position so that his head was resting on Kurt’s lap. Kurt brushed his fingers through the curls in the boy’s hair, making Blaine hum in delight.

Blaine closed his eyes but continued his explanation to Kurt, “I arrived by myself and in all honesty I had no idea what I was doing there. I found a corner and sat in silence watching other people run by me having a good time. That’s when I saw her: Taylor Lines. She was pretty much eye fucking me from across the room but she was 16, I was a virgin… and I was gay. I tried to ignore her but she came over with drinks, some sort of vodka mix. I’d never had alcohol before and I nearly refused but… well...”

“Why didn’t you, Blaine? You could have said no…” Kurt said, also closing his eyes in confusion and stress.

“No I couldn’t have. These jocks, the same ones which had thrown comments my way since before I can remember, were stood over the other side of the room staring at me. You see, Taylor was a pretty girl: They obviously were jealous that she was talking to me: the so called ‘nerd.’ Well, I don’t know from where or why but I felt a feeling of excitement rising on me, like I WANTED them to be jealous. THEY were jealous of ME for once. So I took her to dance.”

Kurt let Blaine be for a while. He was going to wait for him to tell the whole story before he came out with questions. He needed the time just as much as Blaine did to sort everything out that was spinning round in his head. Kurt could almost tell what was coming up, but he had big hopes it wouldn’t be true.

 Blaine turned onto his back, with his head still in Kurt’s lap. The tears were still streaming like waterfalls, staining Blaine’s perfect face.

“Tom, the main bastard in the group, came over to us when we were dancing. He took one look at me and shoved me to floor. Taylor launched at Tom, not really sticking up for me… more having at go at him for embarrassing her. At the time, I thought she was protecting me. He was telling her she deserved better, him instead of me. That didn’t bother me: I didn’t like Taylor in that way, I had no feelings for girls whatsoever at that point. It was when I heard the shouts of ‘faggot’ and ‘cock-sucker’… that threw me over the edge. It was a stupid game of pride. That’s when the boy you see before you now was released.”

“You kissed her didn’t you? I can see why, I’m not going to judge you. I nearly did the same once… to pretend I wasn’t gay. I was fed up of the insults and the abuse.”

Blaine sat up and kissed his boyfriend on the lips, bring his hand up to cup the side of Kurt’s face and stroke his jaw line gently and lovingly. “I was prepared to stop there. I’d kissed her and left the jocks staring in shock, goal achieved y’know. I wanted to just run and get out of there, but she dragged me by the hand and I knew there was no turning back then.”

“You don’t have to go into detail Blaine. I can guess what happened.”

Blaine ignored Kurt’s statement, knowing he had to tell him the whole story, “She knew I was a virgin, I think that was obvious at the time. She was experienced and ready… she used me, made me do things I had no idea about. The only reason I did them was so I could come out of that room and have everyone believe I wasn’t gay. When I think back, I have no idea what I was so afraid of but it just seemed such a scary and terrible concept of coming out.”

Kurt took Blaine into his arms and muffled sobs came from Blaine. Kurt let his boyfriend cry silent tears into his shoulder, knowing how confusing and horrible it must be for Blaine to have to repeat this to someone.

“Kurt, I was 14. I had no idea about protection or pregnancy or diseases… I didn’t know what was going to happen. She didn’t turn up to school after the weekend and everyone in school was talking about what happened between me and Taylor. Rumours were flying around and one of them just happened to be true. She arrived at school a few days later, slapped me hard across the face through her tears and informed me she was pregnant. She blamed the whole thing on me of course.”

“Did you- did you tell your dad?” Kurt knew it was a difficult subject, especially in the current circumstances… but it had to be asked.

“ Yes. I did. As you can imagine he didn’t take it well. We argued through the night and he sent insults and threats my way. He wasn’t supportive in the slightest; he didn’t have any advice to give apart from ‘go kill myself’.” Blaine noticed the shocked and disgusted look on Kurt’s face, “That’s not the worst of it though! I was so angry at my dad that in the heat of the moment, I let go and I admitted to him what I’d be hiding from him for the past god knows how many years. I’d know from a young age I was gay. I took my first beating from my father that night.”

“Blaine…”  Kurt said, simply staring into his boyfriend’s eyes trying to think of a way to remove the pain that was so strongly there. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. I just grateful your still here. Thank-you… so much Kurt.” Blaine replied, reaching his hand out to Kurt and pulling them both off the bed.

Kurt threw his arms around Blaine’s neck and nuzzled their noses together. “I’m always here. I’m never leaving your side.”

They stayed like that for a long time. Kurt had so many questions he needed to ask but didn’t have the heart to make Blaine explain anymore. Blaine was exhausted and heartbroken by having to live his memories again and it killed Kurt to see him like that. However, an important question did spring to Kurt’s mind and he knew this was important. One question wouldn’t hurt.

“Does – Does Aimee know?”

Blaine slowly removed himself from Kurt’s embrace and look intensely into his eyes. “No. I’m her brother.  Her grandfather is her father… I intend it to stay that way Kurt.”

“Wh- but….Why are you keeping it from her Blaine? She needs to know! What about when she’s older or – or when he so called father is in prison? You’re gonna be the one to look after her! She’s going to find out somehow… and I think she’d rather you tell her when she was younger than find out for herself later on!” Kurt said to Blaine, getting more panicked and bewildered by the second.

“Kurt, it’s not up or discussion. You told me I could trust you with this! You fucking dare tell anyone Kurt…”

Kurt’s eyes widened as Blaine stepped away from him in frustration. Kurt whimpered from his boyfriend’s harsh words and loss of contact.

Blaine sighed and made to reach out to Kurt, only making him flinch and back away. “Listen Kurt. Baby, I’m sorry. I just – it has to stay like this. I love you with all my heart and you can imagine how much I love my little girl too but…”

“Blaine. I understand… but please don’t take this out on me. It’s pretty big news for me to handle.”

Blaine rubbed his hand down and back up Kurt’s bicep, “I know. I’m so sorry. Let me tell you how it is ok? I know it’s hard for you to understand.”

Kurt nodded in reply and the pair moved to sit on the floor with their backs against the wall, intertwining hands.

“Ok, so the night after I told my dad, my mum came home to find me on the floor as my father left me. She screamed and sent for an ambulance and all I could think of was how I had caused her the pain, caused her the stress and – and the panic.”

“Blaine, that wasn’t you. Your dad was the one who caused it. Not you.”

“But I still couldn’t tell myself that.” Blaine dropped his head onto Kurt’s shoulder, “But after the doctors had finished with me at the hospital, my mother sat by my bedside with me, holding my hand. And… I told her. She had to know… I had to apologise. She tried to stay strong and not breakdown but I could tell it killed her to know it: her son was gay. She kept her anger and disappointment inside, she supported me in every way she could. But one day I guess it got too much for her: my father never did tell the truth about how she died but my guess? Suicide. I tried convincing myself it wasn’t just me that had driven her to it. There was so many other things going wrong in her life. But the guilt…”

“Shhhh….” Kurt said softly down to Blaine as his tears started to fall once more. He rubbed circles into his boyfriends back and held him close. How could so much happen to Blaine in his lifetime! He was only 18 and what? An abusive father, a young child who thinks he’s her brother, many struggles with being gay, contributing to his mother suicide and all of that led him to be the drinking, smoking bad boy that he turned into from the shy little boy he used to be. After a while of silence, Blaine found the confidence to continue.

“Anyway I persuaded my father to do a deal with me. I knew that Taylor’s parents didn’t believe in abortion so she was having the baby and then  putting it up for adoption. I couldn’t let that happen, drunken mistake or not… I would never leave my own child by herself. I never saw Taylor again. My dad adopted Aimee into the family on the deal that I would never tell anyone about the beatings he gave me. So he continued, knowing he could hit me as hard as he wanted without getting caught. I named my baby Aimee. It means beloved and it suited her perfectly… she was beautiful. Still is.”

“She sure is. Looks just like you. Everything from there I know?” Said Kurt, lifting Blaine up so they could look at each other properly. Blaine simply nodded his head, still with a worried expression on his face, like Kurt could get up and run any second. Kurt noticed. “I’m not going to leave you. I’m here, I always will be. Now, I know you don’t want to hear this… but you need sleep. I think I do too. That’s a hell of a lot to take in.”

The pair moved over to Kurt’s bed and Blaine lay down on his back. Blaine shuffled over so Kurt could lie next to him but instead Kurt knelt down beside the bed and took his boyfriends hands in his own. “You may think things are the way they are because of what you’ve done in the past. But none of that is your fault: your father, your mother, Taylor. You’re perfect just the way you are… and if things hadn’t gone that way, well, you wouldn’t have a beautiful daughter who loves you more than anything in the world or a boyfriend who simply wants you to be happy and to love him back just as much as he loves you.”

Blaine smiled as a tear fell from his eye, landing on the bed below. “I do. I love you more than words can say.”

Blaine kissed Kurt gently on the lips before patting the bed beside him, gesturing for Kurt to lie down. They were about to settle down to sleep when a soft buzzing sound could be heard.

“Oh CRAP! That’s my phone ringing… where the hell have I left that now.”

“Kurt, don’t worry its down the side of your bed I can hear it.” Blaine said as he reached down blindly to search for Kurt’s phone. He picked it up but froze in horror as he passed it over to his boyfriend, “Kurt, its Santana.”