Stories

Kurt Hummel carried his backpack upstairs towards the door of the Anderson home, Santana parked her car just close by but had sent Kurt to go in first. He was nervous, what if they don't accept him? What if they had changed their minds? He gulped and reached for the doorbell when the door was busted open and he was greeted by Nick.

"Hey, come in. Just up to Blaine's room, I think he wants to talk to you first before we are all introduced." Nick had said as he pulled Kurt in the mansion not really caring if Santana was coming up the steps. "I think you know where it is." Kurt nodded and shifted a bit before climbing up the steps towards Blaine's room.

He continued on as he passed by pictures of Blaine and his family, well it looked like a family, he sighed and finally reached the curly boy's room. He looked around and knocked, waiting for someone to call him in or something, when he didn't get a response he knocked again but this time someone yelled 'come in'. He pushed the door open to find the boy, shirtless.

"So Nick is Kurt here, yet? I'm so so nervous..." Blaine had his back facing Kurt as he continued on talking to 'Nick'. Kurt took this time to admire how toned and muscular this boy is, the way the sun kissed skin gave a small shine in the light that brightened up the room; Kurt was in trouble. He had never seen any other boy as beautiful as Blaine is even Matt could never compare to this... Kurt just wanted to touch the beautiful skin that was glowing before him. Blaine noticed that his friend didn't talk to him so he turned around to find a wide eyed Kurt staring at him, his cheeks turned a shade of red. "Oh um... Kurt, I didn't.. wait, let me put on a shirt." Blaine had ran towards his closet to look for a shirt while Kurt was standing there silent just wanting to yell out: 'no! Don't put on any shirt, it'll ruin the scene."  but he couldn't. 

Kurt watched Blaine put on a shirt before he completely walked in the room and sat on the bed, waiting for Blaine to speak to him.

"OK, listen... since we are accepting you in this club we need to introduce you to the other members, but that is not the reason I wanted to talk to you... I... I think we should be friends. I will stop being an asshole to you and play it cool. I'll stick up for you and all that shit,"

"Those were lovely words," Kurt mumbled but then questioned himself, "I think?" Blaine cracked a smile and took Kurt by the hands watching Kurt's beautiful ocean eyes widen in shock.

"I like you, Kurt. And I am willing to do everything just to see you happy, I mean we can start off as friends and see where this will go and see if you have any feelings what so ever, but if not then we can remain friends... I mean... I know I have been an ass and I seriously was super jealous when Matt kissed you and when Matt hugged you, made you laugh... I just.... it's just that I wanted to do all of those things."

"This might be pushing it but I get it. Um, we can stay friends for now if you'd like... but you can sleep in my room but-" Kurt found this amusing, he adored the cute little curly boy and as much as he liked to admit that he liked him back, he wanted to see if this boy would still like him no matter what... even if he knew how special and weird Kurt really was. 

"Blaine, it's fine. I think we should stay friends until then and we can sleep beside each other, I don't mind." that was Kurt's answer, Blaine's smile widen and hugged Kurt who squealed and giggled at Blaine's eagerness.

Blaine and Kurt made their way downstairs and into one of the living rooms where everyone was seated, there were old faces that Kurt already knew from but there were also new faces that Kurt was yet to learn.

"Ah, here he is! The o' mighty Anderson." one guy said as everyone giggled at that. "Oh and who is that? Is that Hummel that everyone is dying for us to meet?" the boy said again. Blaine grinned and held Kurt's hand, pulling him with him towards the new crowd. 

"Yes, everyone. This is Kurt Hummel."

"Hi Kurt, I'm David. I'm Half American-African and the other half would be Canadian." the person who called out first. An Asian person had came in the view, Kurt already knew him, he was Wes. 

"I'm Sebastian Smythe." there was a meerkat in the room, but he was still mighty fine.

"Well, we have always done this. Introduce yourselves, and then just tell the background story of yourself. That's it."

Everyone seemed to know what they were doing as everyone sat down on the floor getting comfortable, Kurt stood there not knowing what to do when Blaine smiled and pulled him next to him and nodded at the girls, asking them to go first.

Brittany smiled, saying she would go first. Kurt smiled at her, she was the sweetest girl he had ever met. "Well the first time I had ever felt lonely and sick from everyone was when I was 10, my father's partner in the business kissed me at the age of 13- I didn't tell anyone because I was ashamed of myself... I was sexually abused from the start, no one really loved me. The boys at school thinks I'm easy to be with, like they say that I am easy to play with but I don't know what they mean, but what I do know is that I am not a toy."

Kurt held his breath and listened on, "Everyone calls me stupid, I know I am not very smart but it hurts so much...everyone keeps hurting me, my mum didn't know anything until she found me crying in the kitchen closet... she asked me and I told her- but I didn't tell her everything. The next day was when I met Santana." He watched Brittany hold hands with the Latina girl who smiled and a spark in her eye lit. "She saved me, I was a cheerio soon but she did also introduce me to my curly haired dolphin! Santana was lovely, she didn't hurt me, she called me smart and beautiful and so much more things- I love her..."

"My tattoo that I got was a butterfly because it had different colours that brings out happiness- it also makes me happy. It hurt when I got it but got over it, and I'm proud of it."

Kurt nodded before blowing a silent kiss towards Brittany which she only saw, she smiled and pulled him in for a kiss, on the lips, and Blaine watched him respond back in shock as everyone was. She pulled away and smiled, cuddling closer to Santana who was slighty annoyed and shocked by Kurt's actions.

"I guess I'll go next. I'm Santana Lopez and this is my story. When I was younger I was always made fun of, no matter what I did. I ended up getting fed up with all that nonsense that I started to change, it was almost the beginning of Summer when every girl was starting to develop but I was more matured as I developed much much faster than everyone.We had a party as a welcome to High School thing near the end of our Summer- everyone was invited. I went, it was how I learnt how to drink because somehow, they got alcohol. After everyone had left, I was the only one in the dark streets that were walking towards home... then out of no where, the jocks from the High School came and started sexually abusing me. I lost my soul to those assholes, I put up my guard because of them... " she wipped away a tear that had escaped, Kurt looked down at his fingers. "They left me there on the ground in the cold night with nothing on, they had only left me my shirt on the wet ground... I was broken and that was when I met Blaine Anderson here, along with Jeff and Nick. We didn't let each other go after that."

"My tattoo is wings because I wanna fly out of any danger, don't want to be broken."

Kurt nodded, Santana wipped her tears and waited for Lauren who sighed and looked away; Kurt noticed the way the mohawk guy looked at her. He smiled slightly in his head, "Lauren Zizies. I have 'love' in Chinese on my arm as a tattoo because throughout my life I had never felt that. I was always the one people picked on, called names... I never felt like I belonged, I even tried to kill myself. People use to shout out: 'Hey Zizies! With a body like that You will never get any man, the only man you will get is someone twice the size you are!'... I would cry every night, I wanted to feel strong, the word Love is something I'm searching for. I was crying when I met Jeff, he was so sweet to me and soon introduced me to everyone here in the club."

Kurt sniffed not realising he had cried as well, he couldn't look at any one at the moment because he was sure that if he did then he would break down. Blaine spoke up, "OK, thank you girls. Now the rest of us?" The guys nodded and mohawk guy said he would go first.

"Puck is the name, Noah Puckerman. The tattoo that I got is fire, it shows that I can burn everyone down who had ever burned me down, crushing my dreams and hurting my feelings. My mother works her ass off for me, my father is never with us... probably died in a ditch for all we care...I know I have some brother in the country but I don't know where he is, I would love to meet him though. People thinks that I'm just a dumb jock that might not pass through high school and how I'm 'dadless' if that is even a word, I was made fun off and it really boiled me temper which is why I ended up in prison- behind bars. After I came out of that shithole, people feared me... I liked it, I met Santana in the school's supply closet... she helped me."

Kurt nodded not knowing what to say. The Meerkat spoke up next, "Sebastian Smythe, tattooed a Meerkat onto my arm showing how sly I am and how dangerous I can be... no one messes with me no more. I was bullied about how no one really liked me, how much of a loner I was,,, I wanted to look strong and fit in but people at school kept on saying how needy I was, I wanted someone- well I wanted Blaine- but I never got him so I gave up ...I don't really have any parents, I live with my older sister... who does drugs and alcohol."

Wes, the Asian, cleared his throat and smiled sadly. "Wes Montogmery. Tattoo of Strength. During my whole life, everyone just expected me to achieve everything... get straight A's well my parents expected that but I always fail to keep them happy with that. I get yelled at and bullied for being a nerd at school and I was fed up, I was fed up for being so weak and useless to the world, the only thing that actually kept me happy was my gravel, Mr. Bang Bang."

As much as Kurt knew this was a serious cause he couldn't help but smile at the name of Wes's gravel. David spoke up next, "David. Tattoo is hope. My mother was white and my father was black, I got my skin from my dad but they both died before I can remember them with any memories. I now live with my aunt and she is such a devil, she forced me and my little sister, Jane, to work for her around the house when she can do it perfectly well herself. The name of my father was soon gone, we had to take my aunts name but I couldn't do it, I just don't call myself with that name no more... I forgot it to be honest, I just say David... and that is it no last names nor middle. At the moment I am working my ass off to get enough money to help my sister with her education and that was when I met Wes, we were best friends ever since... Hope is the tattoo because I want to know that there is 'hope' in life for my sister to have a wonderful future."

That was the most sweetest and hardest thing Kurt had ever heard, losing two family members then having to live with an evil one? How can he do it? He stared at Nick who mumbled something about him speaking, "I'm Nick Duval. My tattoo is Broken." He sighed before explaining his life story,

"My dad left us, my mother and I alone, my mother always works and sometimes I don't even know if she's breathing or not because I rarely see her anymore... I feel so lonely like I don't really belong to this world, we are very poor and the only way I got to afford McKinley was by a scolarship that they had given out to me... during my time in McKinley I had never felt so alone in my entire life, having no one to be there with... I just wanted to feel loved and not Broken which is why when I went to the bar that same night, I met Jeff and he changed my life."

Kurt sniffed but was pulled to a sideway hug by Blaine, he couldn't help himself but snuggle closer to the man. Nick sniffed and hugged himself waiting for someone else to speak, Jeff sighed and looked up.

"I'm Jeff Sterling and I got a tattoo of black money...and yes it sounds stupid but I have a story behind it. I'm a rich boy, my parents are loaded but they don't really seemed to care so much about this little blonde boy they had.I never felt safe with them, I was bullied at school at how fake I looked, people called me yellow queer and a faggot by the way I style my hair. I cry for days but I was fed up, I wanted to forget... I got up one night and left to go to this gay bar I heard and that was where I met Nick... best friends from then on wards and I am happy that we are..."

Kurt nodded wipping his tears away, he looked up to find Blaine staring at the yellowish golden carpet on the ground they were sitting on. Nick spoke up as he was concern for his friend.

"Blaine, we know your story... all of us. I think you tell your story to Kurt only, and maybe Kurt can tell us tomorrow when he's ready."

Kurt couldn't be anymore happier than what Nick had just suggested. Blaine agreed asking Kurt to follow him upstiars and wishing everyone a good night. They both climbed up and reached Blaine's door, Blaine walked in first and hopped onto he bed waiting for Kurt.

"You can climb in the bed with me..."

Kurt sighed and sat on the bed looking at the curly boy. "You don't have to tell me at this moment... I mean not the full story-"

"No, we always do this. The club would tell their stories and that means everyone... well you can tell everyone tomorrow but it's your decision," Blaine whispered but then cleared his throat and spoke aloud. "But here goes nothing, I'm Blaine Anderson and my tattoo is a bird. My uh my mother died by getting shot, I was ten years old and it is compleletly terrible to lose a mother at such a young age."

"I know, mine died when I was eight." Kurt mumbled to himself but Blaine heard it, he reached out and held Kurt's hand. Kurt looked up and stared into the Hazel brown eyes that held his gaze.

"My...my father, he's an alcoholic. He was never like that before, my brother Cooper and I would always play games like football and baseball, he would have fun with us! He would take his time off of his work and stay with us as a famiy... but that changed, after I came out to him at the age of 10; he didn't like it at all. My mother was the one that helped support it... my brother also did but our father didn't. He shot her, my dad I mean, he shot my mother and I went downstairs to see what the hell was going on when I see them fighting and then my dad with a gun..."

Kurt couldn't believe what he was hearing, he moved closer and wrapped his arms around the shorter boys waist, waiting for Blaine to continue. Blaine felt safe in the other boy's arms as he shuffled closer to him and Kurt accepted without any second thought.

"He shot her dead then saw me... that was when the beating and hurting started. He hit me and my brother, Cooper. He blames everything on me and some on Cooper, when I was 12 I found out that Cooper had ran away because he was fed up with all the shit we dealt at home- he had left me alone to survive. When I wore the boeties and all that shit, the beatings became worst that I had to go to the hospital which meant that my father was taken away from me and my uncle- mum's side had taken me into his house, his behaviour of smoking I had learned to take but he was a nice man. He told me about this gay bar that is around this town which I really wanted to go... so I did. I was then into the sexual activities that was suppose to be saved for your loved ones but I didn't care about that back then..."

"I met Nick and Jeff one night at the bar and I saw that both of them were frightened so I helped- became best friends ever since. Once I was taken away from my old school, I moved to McKinley High and forced my badboy status to rise. I don't like anyone talking to me who I know will judge. Some times I feel like if I didn't come out to my family non of this would have had happened, I think my mother will like you Kurt, I really do."

"OK, shh... no more crying, Just sleep right now." Kurt whispered into his ears.

Blaine sniffed and nodded, "Will you be big spoon for only tonight?" Kurt nodded kissing, for the first time, Blaine on his forehead and not knowing what had made him want to do that but Blaine just sighed and closed his eyes waiting for the darkness to surround him.

xXx

Kurt did nothing but stare at the boy sleeping in his arms, he smiled at the peacefulness that his face had shown; he knew his feelings for this boy has rised and that nothing can bring it down. He felt happy, safe and free when he hangs out with this club; he didn't want to go back to McKinley, he didn't feel safe there.

Blaine moaned in his sleep, "hmm Kurt." Kurt's eyes were in a trance on Blaine's moans then his eyes flickered down to the lower part of Blaine's body and gulped as he saw an aching bulge out of the trousers of his sleeping friend. Kurt felt a bit hot, his heart was thumping against his chest when all of a sudden he lean down and kissed Blaine hard on the lips, the other boy woke up startled but then notice that it was Kurt so he greedly kissed back wanting the taste of the boy.

They didn't do anything else but kiss, the kiss didn't last long as they pulled away for air, their breathings was rough. Kurt blushed and looked away, Blaine smiled and his heart was soaring.

"What was that Kurt?" 

"I..."

"Tell me."

"I couldn't help help myself, you just looked so kissable." Kurt mumbled as he fiddled with his fingers. Blaine chuckled and pecked a kiss onto Kurt's lips, making the boy go a darker shade of red.

"Well then, what does that mean? Do you like me?"

"I do."

"Want to be my boyfriend?"

"I do."

"Will you be my boyfriend?" Blaine asked, staring at Kurt who looked up for the question.

"But there is something you might not like about me...my parents use to say that I was special which is why I have this and-"

"I don't care, I will lo-like you for you." Blaine almost said it, he almost said 'love'.

"I don't have any boy parts but I am a boy."

"What?"

"I have a woman's down part... but I'm a boy, and I had it since I was a baby."

Blaine's eyes widen, his heart dropped. Kurt had a vagina instead of a penis, he then noticed that his member down there had gotten harder than it already was- huh? Guess Blaine's attracted to Kurt and only Kurt, even if he didn't have a penis. Blaine tried to think of woman's vagina and his dick seemed to not like it as it was growing softer much quicker. Blaine noticed that Kurt looked like he was about to cry and he needed to do something.

"Oh no, please don't cry. Don't be ashame of it, I think it's hot." Blaine kissed the pale boy on the forehead bringing him to a hug as they laid down together. "I don't really care, I think it's hot on you for some reason but I am still disgusted with women... and that does make you special, you have been special since the day I met you."

Blaine smiled once Kurt hugged him tighter and whispered a 'thank you' before falling into a deep slumber, Blaine swore that he will protect the poor boy no matter what. He loves him and hopes that Kurt would love him back.