Anderson's House

Kurt was in his bedroom looking through the newest edition of Vougue magazine, he smiled at the cutest clothing he could find, he took out some papers and a pen before reading the prices and jotting it down onto the pieces of lined paper; he had at least 12 prices of clothing written down along with their names beside it. He put the pen in his mouth and nibbled oh so ever lightly.

He rolled his eyes before looking at his phone that called out: 5:50, his eyes widen before he jumped off the bed and started packing his things(books); he looked at the prepared clothing he has set out across the room and just started undressing to get himself ready.

He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled before taking his bag and leaving his room, walking upstairs to find his father asleep on the couch he rolled his eyes and wrote out:

Dad, 

Food in the fridge, don't forget to feed Muffins... left for the project I'll come back before 12 and if I don't then please don't worry, I might sleep over there... 

Love you so much, Kurt.

He scoffed at the words 'I might sleep over there' that he had written down, he knows that he would rather go and sleep next to a hobo than to sleep in the same house as that asshole and knowing that it's Blaine's house he would be capable to a lot of things like maybe shaving Kurt's hair or waxing some part of his body; Kurt had shivered in fear by that thought hoping that it will not come true.

He got his keys and opened the front door, walking outside he locked the door for his father's safety. He sat on the steps and waited for someone to pick him up, he sighed and played some of his favourite songs on his phone listening to them through his headphones. He mouthed some of the words until he was bitch slapped by someone causing him to startle and lean back in surprise.

"Oh shut up, Hummel. I've been there waiting for you yelling your name out but you seemed to be very intense with your 'music' that I thought: 'Oh why not slap that bitch in the face as if he would ever-" Santana was interrupted by Kurt who just got up and walked towards her car.

"What ever, I get it...let's get this over with." he got in the car and waited. 

"You know, you have some badass in you... I like that but don't try pulling that shit onto me because I will kill  you." Santana warned him before pushing the gears and speeding off to Blaine's house which was like a 2 hour drive from his home. Santana noticed Kurt's bored face, she grinned. "I know how you feel, Anderson's house is so far away... one day I will kill him for letting him waste my car fuel and my car like breaks down almost once a week; he won't let me get new wheels...asshole."

"Um... I can help you change everything, just come by at my dad's shop and don't worry- this is going to be free." Kurt did not know why he did that, he knew that he is suppose to be asking for like a bit of a higher price in this as she is or well look like a rich person.

Santana looked at him before turning her attention to the road, "Why?"

"I don't really have anyone but that Mercedes person, I mean I know some of the people in the group but it felt weird being seen with them... like I don't belong, I never was bullied because I grew up in New York and all... came here because my dad decided we move here since we kind of like lost everything there...I- wait, I don't even know you... why the hell am I telling you all of this?"

"There is a lot you don't know about the group but I'll be honest with you if you would be honest with me, I won't tell anyone and you better promise you won't tell anyone about me... or else I will cut you... I can't tell you anything else but about myself..." Santana said as she took a right turn, Kurt nodded and hummed in approval. "So, it was back in fifth grade when everyone started teasing me about my skin and how I looked- I was different, I felt different... didn't feel like I belonged... everyone use to comment on how I behave, how stupid it was to have knowledge of something we didn't learn yet,"

"They all were mean, they threw rude words onto my face... not really caring and that was until the Summer before we all started high school. Of course, during those other Summers we all grew, we started developing and I was one of those people who mature much faster than others and we ended, well, I ended up at a party... there were drinks and everyone was drunk, I had a few sips and hated it but still had a bottle in my hand. We were soon playing spin the bottle, it was my turn... I was suppose to kiss a boy who was my crush and since everyone knew that this as they thought was going to put me into shame."

"We kissed and that was that, everyone ended up going home and its Summer so I told my parents that I would stay out a bit late, they agreed and let me be... I didn't know what was bound to happen, a bunch of Junior High Schoolers came and grabbed me out of no where... it was horrifying... I ended up getting raped, after that Summer I became who I am- a person hiding from everyone. I joined the group once those boys, Anderson I mean, found me... we were attached by then..." Santana sniffed and left those tears to fall, not bothered at all. Kurt gulped and looked away, feeling his tears already springing and he didn't even start. "It's all right, cry and speak... it'll make you feel a lot better."

Kurt sighed and nodded, taking a deep breath in he spoke: "I lost my mother in a fire when I was eight or seven, I don't remember... but what I do know was that I loved her, so so much. She was the one that kept me safe, after her death it was just me and my dad. We moved to New York and I grew up there, it's my home... we had a wonderful business and I was a helpful little guy... I was in baseball, hit a homerun got my trophy and its still on my shelf. I did everything for him, got A's in tests and exams..."

"He got a heart attack last year, I felt alone... I went to school for Glee Club and there were so many jocks, of course there are homophobic asses everywhere so this is not much of a shock but there was this one person who made my life a living hell- I mean I don't believe in God but anyways, he kissed me after Glee Club and he started to tocuh in different places- I hated it..." 

"You like that don't you, Hummel?" the jock yelled as he touched Kurt closer to the private part, Kurt shivered and weeped. "Answer me, damn it!" Kurt shook his head and was slapped by the jock. "You will like it in the end."

"He started undressing... but I kicked him, there, and ran... that same day my father said we would come back to Ohio, I agreed just because of two reasons: One my dad needed another start and two, to get away from that person. That's it,"

Santana sighed as she parked the car in front of the massion in front, she turned to look at Kurt with such caring eyes. "I know that is not all of it but that's a start, I promise not to tell a word to anyone... now go before Anderson yells at me for bring you late... I'll see you later." Kurt nodded, getting out of the car and walking in front of door watching Santana drive away, he knocked once before the door opened revealing Blaine.

"You're late, Hummel."

"Sorry, Santana picked me up a bit late and I live like two hours away so-" Kurt shrieked as Blaine pulled him inside, Blaine closed the doors shut and almost dragged Kurt up the stairs like a very excited puppy. "Hey watch it, I am a human not a toy."

Blaine grinned before pushing Kurt onto his bed while he went to lock the door before turning back at Kurt who was awkwardly standing now. He tilted his head sideways like a confused little puppy which Kurt found very adorable.

"Well now what?" 

"Now we do the project,"Blaine said, he took out some papers and pens and random colourful charts and threw them on the floor without really looking at it and tried to find some ribbons as an extra design. During the time they were working on their project, Blaine couldn't help but watch Kurt read through their books. He noticed how Kurt bites his bottom lip while concentrating on things- which found freakin' sexy. He also notice how Kurt usually hum random songs while writing things down.

"Will you quit staring at me? It's kind of creepy..." Kurt mumbled loud enough for Blaine to hear, the boy turned away and continued his reading. "Hey do you have a bathroom that I can use?" Blaine nodded, mention Kurt towards the right not trusting himself with the voice. Kurt thanked him and stood up walking away towards the direction Blaine showed him, Blaine sighed in relief as he took a deeper breath in as the scent that lingered from Kurt's cologne. 

He got up and grabbed his phone texting out to all of his friends:

Come over now, I think that two hours of working on this stupid project is enough... It's time to party. ;)     -B

He kept his phone back onto his bedside table and continued on reading waiting for Kurt to come back, he noticed that Kurt's bag was opened and he was a bit curious on what is inside it so he took a look. He pulled out a white scarf, it was beautifully designed and it smelled like Kurt; he sniffed and sighed before he got up and tried it on himself and smiled- it looked good. He was nervous for a reason but he took it off and placed it in one of the drawers before faking the reading when Kurt finally came back in.

"Sorry, couldn't find it. That is one hell of a corridor you have... Jesus, it was like walking through an endless walkway." Kurt joked as he sat down that was when the bell rang which Blaine eagerly ran to open- well that project making was done for the day. He sighed, rolling his eyes when he realised that Blaine's friends were over which meant that it was time for him to take a cab home; he packed up and finished one of the text before shoving everything in his bag. He got up just in time when Blaine came back in with his friends following but froze when he noticed everyone staring at him. "Oh um... don't mind me, I'll just go."

"Oh no you won't, I'm still here baby!" he heard Santana yell from the back which he had to bite down his giggles but he did turn red though. Blaine smiled slightly before speaking,

"Well I brought everyone up here because we all, including you, will be doing some activities... ya' know before we go to bed and all..."

"Wait, I'm invited? I can't... my dad..."

"I already talked to him, Hummel." Santana said stepping from the back and walked towards Kurt. "He let me in your room, which by the way is beautifully designed, and I just took your toothbrush... I kinda forgot the clothes because everyone was freaking out that I might not make it." 

"Well um thank you?" it sounded more like a question to begin with, Kurt then realise what the girl said. "Wait, what am I suppose to sleep in?" Santana frowned before grinning answering the un-answered question.

"Take some of Blaine's. He won't mind." 

Kurt stood there, eyes widen as everyone got seated and ready to begin this 'sleepover'.