Chapter XIII

That was it.

Blaine was on the verge of punching somebody in the face just because he wanted to. Well, it actually was because he was angry and his punching bag wasn't enough. So maybe a fight would solve his problem.

It was Tuesday already and Kurt hadn't appeared yet. He wasn't at school; he hadn't picked up his calls or answered any of his texts... And Blaine had sent tons of those.

He had spent the last few days moping around, unable to sleep and growling at everyone who dared even to look at him.

He spent the whole Monday, except the hours he was at school, sprawled in his bed thinking about Kurt. He felt pathetic. He couldn't get his mind off the blue eyed boy. Blaine needed him in his arms. He needed to know what he had done wrong, what he do to make it better, to get his lover back. And if he was lucky, maybe Kurt could see him as more than just a lover.

Anyway, more than sad, Blaine was angry.

Kurt had told him that he wasn't going to disappear, he swore he wouldn't! And there was Blaine two days after that: waiting for a call, a text message or a fucking messenger pigeon, anything!

What was bothering him too was that Kurt wasn't the only one who had disappeared. The girl who was always with him – Meredith? Mónica? – and Karofsky had disappeared as well. They weren't at school on Monday and nor did they show up on Tuesday. So Blaine couldn't ask the girl – Melody? Mandy? – what the hell was going on with his Kurt or, at least, where was he; and neither could he beat the shit out of Karofsky and then ask him what had he done to his beautiful angel... Well, maybe not in that order.

Blaine spent all of Tuesday morning looking for a fight. He'd already beaten his boxing bag so much that he got tired of it not punching him back. He needed something that kept his mind off of Kurt. He'd been even more of an asshole than he usually was and tried to pick on every jock or every guy who seemed brave enough to punch him. Unlike that Hudson kid; Blaine had spent half an hour picking on him and the guy just ran away screaming that he had football practice... in the middle of lunch!

So that was why Noah Puckerman found him sitting with his back and head resting on the dumpster, his legs bendt to his chest and his elbows resting on them. Along with his almost healed injuries he had a big deep purple bruise on his cheekbone.

"So, you found the fight you were looking for, Anderson."

"No. Well, not really." Blaine sighed, rolling his eyes.

"What happened, then?"

Blaine sighed one more time and looked right at the Mohawk guy. "Promise you won't laugh?" Puck nodded with one hand on his heart and the other raised by his side. "I kinda tried to bug Azimio Adams in the parking lot but he wasn't getting angry; so I made a stupid comment about his mother on my bed..." He took a deep breath with his eyes closed and laid his head back on the dumpster again. "The guy actually laughed at my face and said something about me being gayer than Willy Wonka and how my attempts to bother people were pathetic. So I just pretended to get angry and ran to tackle him. Next thing I knew, I was on my butt on the pavement with a sore cheek and a group of jocks still laughing at my face. I'm pathetic, ain't I?"

Clearly trying not to laugh at his face, the badass guy patted his back.

"You're not pathetic, dude. You're just... desperate. And I want to know why. I mean, obviously it has something to do with the princess," Blaine glared at him. "Hummel. It has something to do withHummel, 'cause he's not here and you're acting like a kicked puppy."

"I'm not acting like that!" Blaine retorted but shrugged when the other guy arched an eyebrow at him. "We kinda fought on Sunday and told me that he was going to call me later , that I didn't have to worry, that he wasn't going to disappear and then he ran away; but he did just that! And now he won't answer my text messages or call me back and I don't know what to do... God, look at me! I'm so pathetic. I'm talking about myfucking feelings," he groaned.

"Want my advice?"

Blaine shrugged again, he just didn't really care about anything anymore and the guy seemed eager to give an advice. Maybe it was the first time Puck could give an advice to someone.

"Something tells me that you're going to tell me anyways so... Go ahead."

"Well, first of all you, uhm," Puck stared at the space for a few seconds; probably thinking what to say ," have to apologize. 'Cause it doesn't matter if you haven't done anything. Chicks love when you apologize to them; it's like a turn on or something."

"Puck, my A... uhm, Kurt isn't a chick. He's a guy."

"But sometimes I believe he thinks like a chick, it's 'cause he spends all his time with Aretha. Well, you have to apologize and then sing. Quinn loved it when I joined the Glee club, and so did Rachel... and Santana and Mercedes. See? Chicks love when you sing about your feelings and

cheesy stuff like that. You should join Glee club. I'm sure pri-Kurt won't keep leaving you with blue balls if you join and sing something silly and romantic, like Katy Perry."

"Hey, Katy Perry isn't that bad. It's catchy. But I don't sing, though. I actually feel sorry for the people around me when I have to sing the National Anthem. Really. So, no Glee club for me. But, thank you for your, huh, time? And advice. I think I'm going to call him again or go to his house. See ya', Puck!"

Sitting under the bleachers when he should have been on his Biology class, Blaine looked at the screen of his cell phone not sure if he should make a last call or not. A few minutes later, the tone of his phone told him that his fingers had decided for him.

"Uhm, hi, Angel! It's me...again. I know you probably haven't even listened to my other thirty voice messages or read my thousand texts. Actually, I'm impressed I still have credit," he rambled ", well that's not the point. The thing is: school really sucks without you here to drool over or to yell at me 'cause I'm being an asshole. And your friend... is her name Macy? Well, she isn't here either so and I can't bug her about you. Not even that asshole, Karofsky is here so that means that I can't punch him. And I don't know what to do. I think I'm going crazy.I-I miss you, beautiful. I even asked Puckerman to help me but he told me that I had to sing about my stupid feelings and join the Glee club... TheGlee club, Kurt!" he whined. "Dude's such a pussy since he and that blonde cheerleader had a baby. I don't wanna sing, baby; I just want you back. You promised you wouldn't disappear, you know? So if you don't appear magically here before school day is over I'll go to your house... I, huh, bye?"

Blaine felt really stupid.

He hadn't talked that much ever and yet there he was, rambling to a stupid machine that didn't even talk back. And he was sure Kurt wouldn't even hear it but at least he had the courage to speak.

He didn't even bother to go to the rest of his classes... or to move from where he was sitting. It was like he was waiting for Kurt to magically materialize in front of him.

It was just half an hour later when his phone beeped with a new text message.

From: My Angel

I'll wait for you here if you still want to come around.

He didn't miss a beat before jumping from where he was seated and running to his car. Kurt had heard his message and told him that he was waiting for him.

Oh, God.He had heard his lame voice mail.

To: My Angel

Already on my way. See ya' in five.

This time, he wasn't that scared when he saw Kurt's dad truck in the front of the house; but he was a little pissed when he sawMacy's car next to it. He wasn't going to get a proper talk with Kurt if that girl was there with them. He wanted to talk just with Kurt.

A little more pissed off than he was before, Blaine walked to the porch and knocked on the door. Not even two seconds later the bald man opened the door with that obnoxious grin of his. But it was obvious by the worried frown on his face that he was worried about something. And by something, it meant Kurt.

"Oh, welcome back, Brittany," the man teased ", I'm sure you're here to make my son leaves his room, aren't you? I also guess that you're going to tell me what's going on, 'cause he won't even talk to me or tell me what happened. He's just closeted himself on that damn room since he arrived here crying on Sunday and won't even eat. He also yells at me every time I try to talk to him. "

"I'm not sure why you keep calling me Brittany, but I can assure you my name's Blaine, sir. That is what my I.D says. And besides, I'm a guy. "

"Someone is moody today," the man teased again. "I can't assure you I won't call you Britanny again or at least, I'll leave you alone today. Whad'ya say?"

"Ooookay. I can cope with that. I was wondering if maybe I could see Kurt?"

"My kid's downstairs with his friend. She couldn't do anything to get him outta his room. But I know he still showers, so don't worry. It's the only room down there, you can't get lost." Kurt's father let him in. "If you make Kurt come out of his room... I'd be really grateful."

The older man then pointed at the stairs, which Blaine followed until he reached a room that could be no one's but Kurt Hummel's. But all he could see was the thin boy curled on the bed with his head on his friend's lap and his legs hugged to his chest. The girl was humming a slow tune while she played with the messy locks of Kurt's hair.

His ex-lover didn't realize that Blaine was already in the room, or even in the the house, but the dark haired girl did and stopped petting the chestnut locks of hair. She shot him a warning glare before smiling sweetly at the boy on her lap.

"Hey, Boo, look who's here."

With red puffy eyes and swollen lips, an extremely pale version of Kurt looked at him. Automatically he let out a cry and threw himself into Blaine's arms. He held the trembling body in his arms and rocked him back and forth, humming softly in Kurt's soft hair.

Even when though he was worried about Kurt wellbeing, he couldn't help but feel like it was heaven having his Angel back in his arms. Two days had felt like a year without him.

"Sh, baby, I'm here now. Everything is okay. I'm here with you," he whispered, kissing the soft hair.

The loud sobs lasted less than a couple of minutes and then Kurt sat in his lap and looked right into his eyes, like he was searching for his approval, before he pecked Blaine swiftly on the mouth.

"What are you doing here, Anderson?" The already forgotten girl asked with an arched brow.

Blaine hugged his Angel closer; he wasn't able to stop kissing every inch of the pale face and pull Kurt as close to himself as he could as if Kurt wouldn't leave if he held him tight.

"I asked Blaine to come here," Kurt whispered from Blaine's chest, his hand fisted tightly in the grey v-neck shirt.

The girl gave the curled up boy a questioning glare. "When you went upstairs to drink something," he explained ", you wouldn't let me even lo-look at my phone."

Even when the sobs hadn't remained, his body in Blaine's arms still shook every now and then with a hiccup. That was when Blaine would hug him tightly and kiss his forehead or the reddened nose. He was so fucking happy to have his baby in his arms he barely could control the stupid goofy grin that was trying to expand across his face.

"Of course I wouldn't let you touch your phone! You cried like a baby every time you looked at it and saw a new text or call from Blaine! You seemed drunk with the texts you wanted to send him, I couldn't let you send him that!" Kurt hid his face on the crook of Blaine's neck; he smiled, Kurt hadn't avoided his text on purpose, his friend didn't let him answer. "I...I'll leave the two of you alone. But before," she extended her hand towards Blaine ", I believe we weren't actually introduced before. Nice to meet you, I'm Mercedes."

Oh, it was Mercedes.

"I'm Blaine, and I would say it's nice to meet you too. But right now I just want to talk with my An- Kurt and you're actually the one who's making it impossible. So, what if we try this meeting thing another day so I can act like I'm a nice guy who's dating material for your friend?"

Blaine batted his eyelashes to her before a hard slap on his belly made him gasp. He looked down at the curled guy in his lap, who was glaring at him. Being unable to stop himself, he leaned down and pecked shortly at the cute pout Kurt was doing.

What amazed him the most was that, instead of getting angry at him, Mercedes just shook her head with a smile on her lips and her hands on her hips. He felt like he had passed some kind of test and grinned goofily at her.

"I'll call you later, Boo." Mercedes ruffled the brunet's hair, causing him to growl and raise a hand to 'get it in it's place'. Blaine hoped that his Angel wouldn't realize that his hair was already a mess or their talk would have to wait for another hour until he'd get his hair done. And besides, he liked the bed hair Kurt was sporting. "You," she pointed with her finger at Blaine this time ", take care of my boy, Anderson."

Thinking that no one would hear him if he whispered softly enough, Blaine let out an almost childish "Myboy" that didn't come out as soft as he wanted and made the other two teenagers giggle.

"Thanks for everything, 'Cedes." Kurt untangled himself of Blaine's arms for a few seconds and hugged his friend without even trying to leave the hazel eyed boy's lap. "Love you."

"Love you too, Kurt" she whispered smiling one last time before she left.

Blaine couldn't help but feel jealous.

Why couldn't he tell Kurt he loved him with that ease? Why couldn't Kurt tell him that he loved him too?

He was being silly, he realized. From what he gathered Mercedes and Kurt had been friends since they were in middle school. And the way she loved Kurt wasn't the same way Blaine loved him.

"Uhm, Blaine," the former tutor took his face with both hands and sat by his side ", first of all I want to apologize for disappearing when I said I wouldn't and, of course, for leaving your house like that the other day and the things I've said to you. I know that this is only a part of I bet that I've lost and that for you, I'm just like every other person you can fuck but I sort of realized that it meant something for me, even when I didn't wanted it when we started this all.

"I-I used to think that I was going to die a virgin, you know? That I'm a freak and the ugliest person alive. And then you kind of appeared out of nowhere and you seriously freaked me out, like really. I kind of hated you!" Blaine couldn't help but chuckle. "But you were the only person to look at me besides 'Cedes and then with the bet you started really looking at me, in a way that I thought that no one ever would. And I have to be honest, at first I said yes 'cause I felt like it would be the only chance I'd get not to die a virgin... That or fuck Karofsky, actually."

Kurt shivered and Blaine growled, wanting to rip something of at the idea of that beast near his perfect Angel.

"And also there's the fact that you're one of the hottest guys I've ever meet and you wanted to fuckme, so there wasn't any chance that I'd say no. So that was it at first, but... then it wasn't like that anymore, I thought you would fuck me and run away, just, I don't know, like you would just make it pleasurable for you but you took every second you could to make sure I was enjoying it and you made me feel really beautiful and sorta' hot, so I started feeling more attracted to you and I wanted to talk to you and get to know you and tell you about me and then cuddle and be happily ever after... but you were pushing me away. But that was when I realized again that it was just a bet, so you were right to push me again. And then the thing with Karofsky happened and I couldn't really tell anybody and I just wanted to lie in my bed and cry all day but you decided to act all nice and boyfriend-ly and I seriously wanted to punch you in the face 'cause the next day you'd act all cold and then all sweet again." Blaine had the decency to look ashamed as Kurt continued to speak.

"And then I realized that I wanted to talk to you about what happened 'cause I wanted you to be my knight in shining armor and recue me, but that wasn't a role you were auditioning for. I know it's a silly excuse, but I couldn't keep letting you treating me so softly like we were, uhm, kindofmakinglove when I knew it wasn't what you wanted... So I freaked out and left. And I've been hiding these days here 'cause after what had happened with Karofsky on Thursday I felt so fucking dirty and used and I wouldn't tell you 'cause you wouldn't won't me anymore; so hiding here was a way not to tell you what happened and face the fact that you wouldn't want to see me again. And about Karofs..."

"Stop!" Blaine placed a hand over his Angel's mouth. "Give me a second, please. C'mere."

He pulled Kurt back onto his lap again and held him in his arms while trying to understand everything that Kurt had told him.

From what he gathered, both of them were fucking idiots. They both truly wanted the other but thought it wasn't a reciprocated feeling. Yeah, idiots.

But did Kurt love him or did he just feel something for him 'cause he was the only one you gave him attention? Blaine couldn't believe the world could be so blind.

Kurt was fucking gorgeous!

And how could Kurt actually believe that he wouldn't want him anymore or think he was dirty. Even if he knew that he would want to kill David more than he already wanted to after hearing what happened, he was sure that nothing that had happened would make him don't want Kurt anymore or not want to see him.

Back to the feelings thing, Blaine was kind of confused really needed to tell Kurt his version before the other guy explained what had happened with Karofsky. Because, what if he got so fucking blinded by his fury that he ended not saying anything to Kurt? Or if he got so sentimental after everything and told Kurt how much he loved him but Kurt wouldn't believe him 'cause he said it after his story and he believed that Blaine was simply pitying him? Did that actually make sense?

"Before you tell me what happened with that asshole, I need you to hear me. Okay, babe?" Kurt nodded and tried to crawl off of his lap again but Blaine kept hugging him close to his chest. "First of all if you ever say that you're ugly or a freak again, I will spank you, okay? You're the hottest Angel I've ever seen and you're, uhm, gorgeous, likebreathtakingly gorgeous." He felt his cheeks burn really hot and wanted to face-palm himself; Blaine Anderson didn't blush. "Then, there wasn't a chance that you would die a virgin, the world's not blind. And there isn't a chance in hell that I'd let Karofsky be... I can't even say it. He won't get close to you again, ever!

"I know I was, and probably still am, a pain in the ass, Angel. But it's actually who I am and I know you kind of like me like this; like the asshole I am." He grinned at the boy in his lap. "I'm glad you think I'm hot too, this wouldn't work otherwise.

"Let's get to the important thing here. It was never just a bet for me, Kurt. If I'm being honest, this bet was just an excuse to spend more time with you. Even failing Math class was an excuse, that's how I got that A in that exam; I have this humongous brain that remembers everything and I don't actually have that much trouble to understanding anything in the books. It's also why I can ditch classes. Isn't it cool?" He smiled. "So, back to you: I actually thought McKinley would suckharduntil I saw you and... I will leave it there before I say something disgustingly cheesy. So, I'm really sorry I pushed you away, Angel. I was convinced, I still am convinced actually, that you're way too good for me and I wanted to know if there was a way to get you out of my system, so I thought that having sex with you would kind of, I don't know, close the book of this? But I couldn'tjust fuck you. You're so beautiful and you were so cute and afraid and I just wanted you to enjoy what we were doing. Maybe that way you would stay with me forever... even if it was just for sex; I would still have you. And there's also the fact that you make the most amazing noises when I touch you and you're amazingly hot when you come." He chuckled at his lover's blush. "And then I kinda got angry 'cause you didn't want to get close to me and you weren't telling me what was happening but I wanted you to, I wanted to be your knight in shining armor... or leather jacket. And then this weekend you were all shut down and I wanted to make you feel okay again but you freaked out and then I freaked out and I told you that this was just sex. Just a stupid bet. But it isn't, you know? I want to be with you. I really do."

Blaine didn't have much time to think 'cause Kurt was already there, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him senseless.

He smiled into the kiss, his eyes looking into his Angel's half closed ones; he really was kissing Kurt and, this time, he could actually tell it wasn't because of any stupid bet.

"You silly guy, you would never be disgustingly cheesy. Anyway I love it when you say cheesy things, 'cause you're all bad boyish and just say, like, sexy stuff. So when you say something cute, I really want to cover you in kisses."

He ignored Blaine's "so kiss me, then" and kept talking "Did you really trick me into that bet, Anderson? I can believe you did that!" he feigned a frown "This is, actually, the part where you kiss me and apologize."

"I won't, 'cause I believe that, without that silly bet, we would never got the courage to do more than study Math together... and that you'd end up kicking me or punching me hard. But I can kiss you now. I can more than kiss you."

Blaine leaned down to kiss his Angel one more time, before moving Kurt to sit beside him on the bed.

"Baby," he looked right into Kurt's deep blue eyes ", I want you to tell me what happened with Karofsky."

The pale boy nodded slowly and pecked him quickly then sat with his legs crossed preparing himself.

"Before I start you have to promise me that you'll stay calm and won't do nothing stupid, 'cause I'm okay and everything is okay and David... he texted me that he was transferring schools, so we won't see him again."

"Kurt, please tell me. What the hell did he do to you."

"Uhm, well. So, Karofsky was more than touchy feely to say at least on Thursday, and it was scary. He-he was groping me and looking at me, like when a guy stares at a hamburger, and winking at me... "He shivered. Blaine felt like killing someone, Karofsky if he could, but he had to keep it cool for Kurt. "And you weren't there, so I sent you that text message but you kept telling me to stop being a baby and I decided that I was making it all in my mind, that Karofsky was just being his asshole self."

Right then Blaine just wanted to punch himself. How could he leave his Angel alone knowing that Karofsky was around? And how could he ignore what was an actual cry for help? He was a massive idiot.

"But then when the class was over and I was waiting for the guys to get out of the showers so I could get in, and he just, uh, went away saying that he'd see me another day; so I kind of felt relieved. " Kurt took a deep breath and Blaine knew the worst was coming. "So I got into the shower, I was glad 'cause I'd get to spend the whole afternoon with you, then suddenly I turned around and he was there again. He- he pushed me against a wall and closed the shower. It was... so fucking awful, Blaine." The pale boy's voice was shaky, his fingers twisting nervously in his lap. "He was saying those awful things hewanted to doto me, things hewas going to doto me. He told me that he had been waiting until you weren't around and he said all this crap about you and that you didn't want me, that he was the only one who'd ever love me. And I wanted to yell at him 'cause you taught me that it wasn't true, but I couldn't scream 'cause he had my face pressed on the wall and he was strangling me. And... and he was biting my back and my neck and trying to touch me...there. I-I didn't want it, I swear, Blaine!"

Kurt started sobbing really hard again and Blaine couldn't do anything else but take him in his arms and rock him back and forth while making a hushing sound and kissing his messy hair.

"Baby, baby. It's okay. It's okay now, you know? I'm here for you; I won't let thatbeastget close to you ever again. I'm here for you, Angel. He's not here anymore, he can't touch you or doanythingto you anymore. Want me to get you something to drink, baby boy?"

"N-no. I want to tell you eve- everything."

"There's more?!" Blaine almost screamed, but relaxed a little bit when he realized he was frightening Kurt. "Tell me, Angel. Let it all out."

Kurt kept clutching his shirt until he stopped crying again. That was when Blaine took his pale face between his hands and wiped away, with his thumbs, the tears staining the reddened cheeks.

"Uhm, I-I am okay, now. Thank you." He gave Blaine a weak smile; his lower lip still trembling a bit.

"So, uhm, I can't remember that much. But I could still him trying to kiss me in the mouth and- and then I hear a zip and I felt... it against my leg. He-he was really going to do it, Blaine." He sobbed
one more time. "But I k-kicked him and scream-med and then we heard footsteps co-coming so he bit me here," he whispered running his hand over the two nasty bite marks Blaine had already seen. The bad boy took the pale hand in his to move it and then he kissed ever so softly on the injured skin, three or four times. "And then he just zipped up his jeans and t-t-t-told me he'd kill me if I told anyone... and he ran away. I heard him talking to Coach Beiste and Mr. Shuester at the door, but I was crying so ha-hard so I couldn't hear anything they were saying. And whe-en he left they found me crying in the shower and the Coach tried to ru-run after him but she couldn't find him."

"After I left you on Sunday, he t-t-texted me and told me that he was t-transferring because he could t-trust himself around me. That I m-made him want t-things he shouldn't want. He s-said he can't be around me without wanting to do something he'll regret and t-that he's better off staying as far away from the freak as possible. I-I don't want to talk about him anymore."

"Just one more question: that was when they called your father, babe?" Kurt nodded. "No more Karofsky then but God, I'm such an asshole! Nothing of this would've happened if I was there or just paid attention when you sent me all those texts. I'm the worst boyfriend ever!" He widened his eyes in shock. "I-I mean... well not, I- actually; you see...uh..."

Wiping away the last tears on his eyes with the back of his hand, Kurt chuckled. "You're too cute when you're nervous. Blaine." He felt the long fingers move his head towards Kurt's. "Miss Pillsbury called me on Friday to her office to ask me about my boyfriend..."

"I'm so sorry, ba-"

"You are my boyfriend, aren't you Blaine? 'Cause I'd be so disappointed if it was someone else who told her that they were my boyfriend."

Blaine chuckled and pulled his boyfriend close to kiss him deeply and tender. He was sure that Kurt would have preferred a perfect date with roses and chocolates and an amazing, super original way to ask him to be his boyfriend but, in that moment, he couldn't picture another way for them to get together. Even if it wasn't the perfect way to get together, they were actually together. Kurt was his boyfriend. Like in the sense he'd get to kiss him and cuddle him and say cheesy things without having to worry if it was too forward or too cheesy.

Boyfriend. Kurt. His.

And he wasn't dreaming.

He didn't know exactly how it was that he ended lying on the bed with Kurt straddling his thighs, kissing him deeply and making those amazing little moans of his.

Blaine couldn't do anything but pull the boy closer, his hands grabbing handfuls of his perfect ass, grinding his hips against Kurt's.

"Oh, Blainey."

He chuckled but continued kissing his boyfriend, who was running one of his hands under his shirt and teasing Blaine's nipples. He moaned when the fresh air that slid under his shirt and, with the help of the pinch of his lover's fingers, turned his nipples into little rocks.

"Kurt, baby, wait. What are we doing? We can't now!"

"Why not?" Kurt nibbled playfully on his earlobe. "I still owe you two days full of sex. Don't I, my sexy boyfriend?"

Oh, man. He couldn't even breathe right when Kurt said it at loud.

"N-No, Baby, stop." He pushed Kurt next to him on the bed. "Damn, Angel, don't look at me like that, your father is in the same house! We can't."

"But I missed you sooooooo much." The blue eyes boy pouted and batted his eyelashes at him.

"I missed you too, Kurt. But we can kiss and cuddle and..."

"Let me blow you."

Looking into those gorgeous blue eyes, Blaine couldn't say no.

"I guess one little blowjob won't hurt anybody."