Another Angle – Rumors:

Blaine was very happy about Kurt being back at the school he wished. However, he couldn’t deny that he missed his boyfriend like crazy. They have never texted and called each other so much. As he was in his free period at Dalton; he used the time to call Kurt.

“Hi honey”

“Hello sweetie; how are things today at McKinley?”

Kurt gave a little laugh that always made Blaine hear bells:

“It’s fine; better now that I’m listening to your voice.”

“I miss you too. That’s why I’m calling; Wes is planning a night off for the Warblers here at Dalton and he told me to invite you. Are you free tonight?”

“For you I’m always free.”

“Great! I can barely wait. A warning thou; you know how annoying the Warblers can get on a night off, right?”

Kurt chuckled amused this time:

“Blaine! There wasn’t that long ago since I left the Warblers…”

Blaine was a little worried:

“Yeah… But we haven’t been in one of those nights since we became a couple…”

“Are you embarrassed of me, honey?”

“Never! I’m embarrassed of them. I can’t believe I actually call them my friends!”

“Don’t worry; I can handle them. You are not getting rid of me so easily.”

Blaine chuckled:

“I won’t let you go. See you tonight.”

“See you.”

Blaine sighed while holding the phone against his chest: he and Kurt were in a dreamy honeymoon phase for which he didn’t see an end so soon. Maybe they were beginning to annoy their friends, but he couldn’t care less.

*

            Kurt was greeted at Dalton by his boyfriend waiting for him by the door. Since they were alone, he pecked Blaine on the lips and mocked:

            “I still know my way around.”

            Blaine grinned:

            “It was I that couldn’t way to see you any longer. I miss seeing you daily.”

            Blaine grabbed Kurt by the waist and he had no other option than to whisper in his ear:

            “I missed you too. So much.”

            They stood by the door just feeling each other’s warmth for quite a while. Suddenly, a voice scared them out of their trance:

            “Come on guys; this is a school. Keep it PG.”

            Kurt instantly turned into a bright shade of red and Blaine took to him the responsibility of defending them against his friend teases:

            “Give it a break, Wes! I can deal with your mockery, but I won’t allow that you do it to Kurt.”

            Wes faked an offended face:

            “You hurt me like that, Anderson. I was just trying to avoid you two getting caught by a teacher and having to face an embarrassing situation. But okay; I’ll be in my best behavior with Kurt. After all, he’s the responsible for our Blaine-boy being in such a good mood lately. Can I at least compliment Kurt for finding himself a perfect gentleman?”

            Kurt, rather confused, shook the hand Wes was extending him. Blaine rolled his eyes:

            “Get lost, Wes. We are on our way.”

            Wes walked back to the Warblers’ room giggling. Blaine was guiding Kurt with a hand on his back when Kurt questioned:

            “What is wrong with Wes tonight? He seemed so at ease?”

            Blaine smiled awkwardly:

            “He’s always like that; he just spared you. You had to see how many little jokes about me having a crush on you he bugged me with before we got together.”

            Kurt chuckled at how much his boyfriend was red right then:

            “Well, it turns out he was right, wasn’t he?”

            “I’m not saying he was wrong; I’m just pointing out he’s an annoying know-it-all.”

            Kurt grinned and pecked his cheek before they joined the others:

            “And you are an irresistible cutie.”

            It was a pleasant night in which Kurt got to know the real Wes: the one who would bother him and Blaine all night long without allowing anyone but David see what he was doing. But it wasn’t just Wes who showed another side to Kurt that night.

            As the interphone ranged announcing that their third order of pizza was at the door; Kurt and Blaine volunteered to get it as a way to get rid of Wes for a couple of minutes. To their surprise, a familiar face was delivering the pizza.

            “Sam? What are you doing here?”

            The blond boy appeared to be searching for a place to hide his head:

            “Damn it! Kurt, I thought you wouldn’t be here tonight and I was hoping Blaine wasn’t the one answering the door.”

            Kurt looked puzzled at him:

            “Sam, there’s nothing wrong about you working. We all know how good it is to grant a couple of bucks for our own.”

            Sam gulped and stared at Kurt with a sad face:

            “Well, I guess I should get this out of my system and I feel like I can trust you guys.”

            Blaine said unsure:

            “Sam? Do you need to talk? Do you feel like getting inside?”

            Sam smiled weakly at him:

            “I sure need to talk, but I rather it wasn’t in front of the other Warblers. Besides, I can’t take long; I have other pizzas to deliver.”

            Blaine took them to a bench outside the main building and Sam began to talk:

            “My father has lost his job a few months ago and now they took our house. We’ve been living in a single room in a Motel. So I needed to find a job; but one I could take only the night shifts to have the afternoons free to watch my brother and sister. The pizza place doesn’t pay much but it’s the best I could find.”

            Kurt tentatively put his hand on Sam’s shoulder:

            “Is there anything we could help?”

            The boy wasn’t crying but his voice was cracking:

            “I haven’t thought much about it. I haven’t told anybody; I mean, Quinn knows because we go to the same church. If you happen to know somewhere that’s hiring and pays well… Other than that; we are pretty much accepting anything.”

            Blaine smiled:

            “I can see if one of my father’s friends needs someone to work for them.”

            Kurt had slowly started to run his hand on Sam’s back:

            “You don’t need to worry; your secret is safe with us. And I can see in my enormous wardrobe what can fit you. Would you be interested in clothes?”

            Sam nodded:

            “It would help a lot. Thank you guys; it’s nice to know I have some friends around here.”

            Kurt tilted his head uncomfortably:

            “I know I’m not in a place to judge; but I’d say you can count on the rest of the New Directions as well. I’ll respect your time to tell them, but I’m pretty sure they’d be willing to help.”

            “Thank you Kurt, but I can’t cope with sympathetic looks right now. I prefer to keep it hidden.”

*

            Blaine was really comfortable on Kurt’s bed while his boyfriend was sorting some clothes to take to Sam. Kurt placed another pile of clothes next to him and rubbed one of his legs on the way back to the closet:

            “It so nice of you to be helping me.”

            Blaine looked at him and grinned:

            “As I told you; it’s no trouble at all and I still got to spend some minutes with you. Even if I think I’m being of no help at all here.”

            “You are helping me makes choices and figure which of my clothes would fit Sam.”

            Blaine turned on the bed so he was facing Kurt:

            “Kurt, come on. You need no help at all dressing another man. And I mean dressing another man in this specific situation; don’t go getting ideas of actually going dressing another man.”

            Kurt smirked:

            “Do I detect a little jealousy in my boyfriend’s last sentence?”

            “I think you are the most adorable creature on Earth to be helping Sam like you are; but I don’t like the idea of sharing you at all. And it would make me really jealous if you are even considering giving that shirt you are holding to him.”

            Kurt laughed and lay down on the little room that was near Blaine:

            “I know how much you like to cuddle me when I’m wearing this shirt; I wouldn’t dream of giving it away. I also like to be cuddled by you; besides, it kind of smells like you too by now.”

            Blaine pouted and Kurt kissed his peck. He let Blaine hold him closer and play with his hair.

            “It’s so good when we find time to be together. I know we talk every day, but I miss seeing you and touching you.”

            Kurt snuggled closer:

            “I know what you mean. I organize my whole week so we can sneak out some time together.”

            “It would be easier if my father would let you into my house as well.”

            “Don’t think about it that way. It’s good that we have time to be together; your father will someday get used to the idea of the two of us. I don’t care if we have to wait.”

            Blaine smiled and pulled him for a kiss:

            “Thank you for being you.”

*

            Kurt smiled as he saw Blaine’s name flashing on his phone:

            “Hi boyfriend.”

            “Hello my dearest one. Are you home?”

            “Yes, I’m watching football with dad. Everything went well with my mission early.”

            “Good that’s what I wanted to know.”

            Kurt got up from the couch to have more privacy to talk with his boyfriend. He crossed Finn who was entering the house. He was just mentioning Blaine’s name and Finn frowned at it. Kurt found it strange and told his boyfriend he would call him before going to bed. He hung-up the phone and turned to Finn:

            “Anything wrong?”

            Finn’s expression was accusatory:

            “I don’t know; it’s up to your conscience to tell me.”

            Kurt was surprised:

            “I beg your pardon?”

            “How do you have the courage to talk to Blaine like that after what you just did to him?”

            “Are you on drugs Finn?”

            Kurt was done with this conversation and went to his room without another word.

*

            “Don’t worry Kurt, I trust you entirely. I wouldn’t go believing the first rumor that got into my ear, okay? See you tomorrow then.”

            Wes approached and bumped his shoulder:

            “Hey Blaine-boy; something is wrong in paradise?”

            Blaine shook his head at his friend silliness:

            “One would say I’d be used to you by now; but surprisingly I’m not. Everything is right between the two of us. It’s just that Kurt was helping a friend and it turned into a gossip in McKinley. He wanted to make sure I wouldn’t hear it from somebody else.”

            “I wouldn’t be jealous; Kurt is head over heels about you.”

            “I’m not worried about competition.”

            Wes blew a wolf-whistle:

            “Look who is confident today.”

            Blaine smirked:

            “It’s not only you who know how to play, my dear Wes.”

*

            Rachel was apologizing to Blaine for the hundredth time:

            “Are you sure our rumors didn’t get you to doubt Kurt?”

            Blaine laughed and grabbed Kurt’s hand:

            “I trust my boyfriend, Rachel. However, you two should be more careful before spreading rumors the next time.”

            Finn lowered his head:

            “It won’t happen again.”

            Kurt was getting fed up with the atmosphere. The whole week had been about gossip and misunderstandings. Rachel and Finn had invited them for coffee as a way of making things clear. The only problem was they haven’t talked about anything else and it was starting to get boring:

            “No harm done, right? We have all found ways to help Sam and he can now count on all of us whenever he needs. Could we talk about something else?

            Rachel clapped her hands together:

            “Great! I could use you guys’ help to convince Quinn to let Finn and I sing a duet at Nationals.”

            Finn began to argue with Rachel that he didn’t want to pick up a fight with Quinn. Kurt rolled his eyes and abstracted from the conversation watching an old couple on a table next to theirs. Blaine squeezed his hand and woke him from his daydream:

            “You are so adorable when your friends piss you up.”

            “What is so adorable about me being irritated?”

            Blaine played with his fingers:

            “That you are not irritated at all; they piss you off but you can’t leave a day without them. Just like I can’t live a day without you and someday we’ll be like that old couple you were watching.”

            “Wrinkled and smelly?”

            Blaine chuckled:

            “Together and happy; just like you’re in the New Directions. I love how they make you glow.”

            Kurt shrugged:

            “They may make me glow; but it’s only a certain Warbler that makes me really shine.”