Coming Home
Title: Coming Home
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/Will
Rating: Teen
Summary: Kurt loved it at Dalton, but he needed that excitement in his life, something that he could only ever find at McKinley. With his friends seeming to haved moved on with their own lives, Kurt finds himself forming a bond with his Spanish and Glee teacher, Mr Shue
Chapter 4
“Hey, Kurt. How was your weekend?” Mr Schue asked as Kurt walked towards the school. Will had been waiting for him at the entrance like he had the previous week. Kurt couldn't help but smile, the fact that Will was waiting for him made everything less scary.
“It was really good, how about yours?” Kurt asked. He thought back to his amazing weekend with Blaine; they hadn't done anything really, but just being in his arms made him feel safe and protected and loved. Kurt loved that feeling.
“Marked some papers, the usual.” Will shrugged. Kurt frowned. “What?” The older man asked when he noticed the frown on Kurt's face.
“It's...It's not my place.” Kurt looked down, he couldn't give advice to his teacher could he? He couldn't tell him that he thought he was lonely and that he should move on.
“Kurt, when has that ever stopped you before?” Will chuckled, but he was nervous. He wanted to know what Kurt was thinking.
“I...” Kurt sucked on his bottom lip and Will couldn't help but stare at the pink piece of flesh turned white as he worried it with his teeth. He blinked hard and turned his attention to the lockers. “You just... You seem different.”
“Different how?” It was Will's turn to frown.
“When I was last here...You seemed hopeful. Not just about the Glee club and our chances at winning, but at life.”
“And now?”
“Now you just seem defeated.” Kurt said quietly. “I could be wrong. I probably am, but it's well... like I said it's not my place.”
“No, Kurt...” Will said softly. “You're right. I...I'm just shocked that someone saw that, especially when I hadn't realised that's how I felt until you said it.”
Kurt nodded his head slowly and the two of them walked to Kurt's locker in silence. Kurt grabbed the books that he needed and looked at his teacher who was staring at the picture of Blaine in the door of the younger boys locker. Kurt blushed when he saw Will looking at it and closed it quickly. “How are things between the two of you?”
“They're perfect.” Kurt blushed. “I...I mean, when I'm with him everything just seems perfect. He makes me feel like I'm on top of the world and nothing is ever going to make me fall.”
Will looked at Kurt, studied him hard and bit his lip as he listened to him speak. He could hear an uncertainty in his voice and he wanted to know what it was. “But...?”
“But then if that was enough I should be at Dalton.” Kurt whispered quietly.
Unsure of what to say, Will simply reached out and placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Things will be okay.” He whispered. Kurt shrugged, he wasn't too sure if he believed that any more.
Kurt sat on his own in the cafeteria. He wanted to go and find Mr Schue, to talk to him and just sit with him so that he wasn't sat on his own, but he couldn't. He didn't want to feel like a burden to the older man. Normally he'd sit with some of the Glee kids at lunch, but Mercedes was in sick so he had no one to walk with to find them, he had no idea where anyone was and sitting on his own in a crowded cafeteria felt safer then wondering around corridors in search for his friends.
He picked at the salad in front of him. He wasn't hungry and he didn't want to eat. He knew he should, his clothes all felt too big for him, but the fear of something bad happening to him made his stomach feel full and heavy. He pushed his food to the side and grabbed his History folder; he could do some work instead, not that he needed to, he was already at the top of most of his classes once again. He flicked open his History text book, frowning when he saw a piece of folded up paper tucked between the pages. He opened it, his hands shaking when he saw what was written.
“It's been a while. Miss you pretty boy. Get you sooner or later though. Tell anyone about this and you'll regret it. So will that private school boyfriend of yours. I bet he'd look good in a gutter.”
Kurt folded the note back up and put it back in his bag with trembling hands. He put his bag over his shoulder and threw his untouched salad in the bin. He felt as though everyone was watching him, he looked around and didn't see the Jock that was terrorising him in sight, but he knew he was there, he could feel it. Not knowing where else to go, Kurt rushed towards the one place at McKinley he did feel safe; Wills office.