Chapter seven

Puck knew something was up. For the past week, Blaine and Kurt had been avoiding each other. Kurt snarled at anyone and everyone who took a step too close, and Blaine mumbled apologies and stared at the ground everywhere he went. He had had enough.

Just then, Blaine shuffled into the security room and nearly collapsed in the seat next to Puck.

“Dude, what the hell is going on with you?” Puck asked, glaring at Blaine.

“I don't know what you mean.” Blaine murmured quietly.

“You. And Kurt. You're acting all weird what happened?”

Blaine squirmed uncomfortably. “Nothing happ-”

“Shut the hell up, I can read you and your mopey face like a book. I know something happened.” 

“Um. Well. I accidentally walked in on Kurt changing-”

“Dude!” Puck raised his hand for a high five, but quickly lowered it when he realized that Blaine was not in the mood. “And?”

“Well I sort of…ran up to him and…caressed…his back.” Blaine's eyes were shifting from his lap, to Puck, to the floor, and to his lap again.

“You didn't.”

“I did. It may have actually been the stupidest thing Ive ever done." Blaine wrung his hands. 

"Damn right it is! And Ive seen you make out with Detective Pierce.” Blaine shuddered at the memory of that one. Lieutenant Lopez nearly, killed him. She had him on desk duty for about a year for that.

"I was drunk at a Christmas party! I dont even- Puck this isnt the point." Blaine glared at him.

"Yeah, and what is?" Puck glared back. 

"I think I should tell Lieutenant Im not right for this case." Blaines anger faded, replaced by sadness.

"What? Why?" 

"None of this is fair to Kurt. Hes risking his life to testify and stuck in near solitude at this house. I cant add him not trusting his supposed protectors to that list, its just not fair." 

Puck shook his head adamantly. "Think this over before you make a decision, man. And try talking to Kurt."

Blaine nodded and left the room. How could he fix this? Would Kurt forgive him? What could he even say, sorry I stormed into your bedroom and molested you? Gosh, Blaine was smack dab in the middle of a self-made cluster fuck. 

He raised his arm and knocked timidly three times.

"Come in." Kurts breathy voice sounded from inside the room.

Blaine twisted the knob and Kurt looked up from his book, sitting cross legged in the middle of his bed. He silently closed his book and slipped off his glasses, staring questioning at Blaine.

"Yes?" 

"Um. We should really...talk." Blaine shuffled into Kurts room and closed the door.

"Talk? About?" Did Kurt really not think anything was wrong? He was avoiding eye contact.

"Kurt. Look at me." His eyes met Blaines defiantly.

"Blaine, am I making it clear enough that I don't want to talk? Or should I spell it out further?" 

"I just wanted to tell you that Im sorry. It wont happen again, Kurt."

“Good to know.”

“Kurt! Can you just…stop being like this?” Blaine's eyes resembled that of a kicked puppy. “I thought we were kind of friends. This hurts.”

Kurt rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth tweaked upwards. “We are. I just dont want to talk about my...scar. I don't like talking about my time on the street with people who wouldnt understand.”

“I've been working these cases my whole career! Of course I understand,” Blaine exclaimed.

“You don't.” Kurt's eyes were cold. “I know how kind you are, Blaine, but you'll never understand.”

“I want you to be able to talk to me, Kurt. You don't have to be ashamed.” 

“I'm not ashamed. I want that to be made very clear.” Blaine was confused. “I did what I had to do to survive and got out as soon as I could.”

Blaine didnt exactly followed, but he made a small noise of agreement, not really wanting to upset Kurt any further.

“I have some great news.” Blaine just remembered the memo he received from the station last night. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. We have another guest coming to stay with us at the house.” A small smile graced Blaine's lips and Kurt perked up.

“Oh? And who is this guest?”

“Well, I think you'll be thrilled to see her.” It was perfect to see Kurt smile.

“Count me intrigued. When does she get here?” Kurt inquired.

“Oh she and her detective escort will be here” Blaine glanced at his watch and smiled, “any minute.”

And just like that, they heard the door click open and closed. Kurt hurried out of his room curiously, Blaine following close behind, and saw none other than-

“Rachel!” She dropped her bag and stared open mouthed at Kurt.

“Kurt!” They rushed at each other and embraced in what must have been the world's most epic hug.

“I had no idea where they took you! After they put us in separate rooms they questioned me for almost a full day!”

Kurt squeezed tighter. “Rach, where have you been?” Just then Kurt noticed a man slipping out of the door. He didnt get a good look at him, but something about him was familiar.

“Oh! I was staying at a detective's house. He told me they were trying to set up another location for me, but then they decided to put me with ‘the other witness.' No one told me it was you! He was so nice, I wish I said thank you, but he just left.” When she finished, they finally let each other go and stepped back, still holding hands, though. Kurt remembered Blaine's existence when he spoke up from behind him.

“He didnt tell you because he didnt know. Very few detectives even know your name, Kurt.”

“Oh.” Kurt said.

“I'll show you your room. We can talk there.” Kurt picked up her bag and headed off down the hall, hand in hand with Rachel.

Blaine was happy Kurt had someone who understood him more now, even though it made him all little sad that it wasn't him who understood Kurt. It was especially hard for Blaine because it felt like Kurt could see right through him at all times. Blaine didnt necessarily want that, but a basic knowledge of how Kurt is feeling sometimes would be very helpful.

He heard Kurt's gleeful laughter from down the hall and couldn't help but smile himself, all he really cared about was his friend's happiness. 

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“He's just gorgeous Kurt. And I spent almost a week in his bedroom. Oh did I tell you? He slept on the couch and gave me his bed. The picture of a perfect gentleman."

Kurt chuckled. Rachel had a crush. On a detective, no less, it was hilarious. A police officer couldnt date someone involved in a case and would never even want to get with an ex-hooker. Right?

Kurt shook those thoughts from his head. He just couldnt think things like that.

"All right, Rachel, Ive heard more than enough about your boyfriend to need to know his name." 

Rachel blushed, "Detective Hudson." She kept talking, but Kurt didnt hear anything but the name. Its not him, it couldnt be him.

"Kurt, are you okay?" She had stopped talking, Kurt realized, and now she was just looking at him. 

"Rachel, what was the detectives name?" Please dont say it. Not him, anyone but him.

"Detective Hudson. Finn Hudson."

No, was the last thing Kurt thought before his vision fogged over and he fell to the ground.