Who Says You Can't Go Home Again (Chapter 6/13)
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Media: fanfic
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/Rachel/Mercedes/Tina friendship
Rating: R
Warnings [for whole story] (highlight): sexual assault, bullying, hinting of eating disorder
The rest of Kurt's first day back was something of a blur. He might have gone to Pre-Calc. Puck- no was it Sam? sat next to him in Chemistry. They tinkered with Bunsen burners and test tubes mindlessly. That was one thing Kurt liked about Puck and Sam- they weren't much for talking. If Finn, Blaine, or Rachel had been there, the whole class would have been a psychoanalysis. But this was calm, almost Zen-like.
By the time he got home, all he wanted to do was go to sleep for the rest of the afternoon, but he knew that his father wouldn't let that happen. While having an attentive father was great at times, Kurt sometimes resented the fact that Burt would never leave him alone for a long amount of time. Kurt checked his watch... there was still another hour until his father got home. He decided to take a short nap on the couch.
He woke up to Carol gently stroking his back. "Taking a nap, hon'?" she cooed. He mumbled a few noises and halfway opened his eyes. "How was your first day back?" She continued, and Kurt wondered if she was conspiring to keep him from napping.
"Fine." He grumbled. "Not really. Kind of crappy."
"Were people mean?" She asked, sitting down in the place where the crook of his knees made a space on the couch.
"I don't really want to talk about it, Carol."
She continued stroking his hair. "Well, I just woke you up to let you know that Blaine is here for your dinner date tonight."
Kurt heard Blaine's voice from across the room, laughing. "It's not exactly a dinner date, Mrs. Hummel. Just dinner amongst friends and compatriots." Kurt bolted up, the blood rushing away from his head.
"Blaine. You're here?" Kurt half-asked, half-shouted.
"Not unless this is my evil twin." Blaine smiled.
"But... but... my hair." Kurt stammered, embarrassed that his crush had seen him looking anything less than flawless.
Blaine laughed again. "It's not a problem. Really. Your bedhead is kind of hilarious, actually." Kurt ran upstairs to fix anything else set amiss by his nap. Blaine, like the puppydog he was, followed Kurt's heels. He plopped down on Kurt's bed, re-tying a shoelace.
"So I think your dad and step-mom think we're dating." Blaine announced, giggling.
Kurt stopped his coiffing for a second and blushed. Gathering his nerves, he plainly stated, "Well, my dad did find you in my bed once. It's a pretty solid hypothesis."
"But a false one." Blaine unbuttoned and re-buttoned his cardigan.
"Hypotheses can't be false. Only disproved." Kurt recited automatically.
"Are you disproving it?" Blaine asked, dropping the front of his sweater mid-button.
"I'm sorry, what?" Kurt asked.
"Are you disproving their theory that we're dating?"
"Blaine, that doesn't make sense. You're mixing your metaphors again."
"Are we dating?"
Kurt dropped the comb he had in his hands, more out of shock than anything else. "Do you think we're dating?"
"Not yet." Blaine shrugged. "But, like, I was kind of hoping that tonight..."
"Was a date?"
"Yeah."
"You're kind of adorable when you're flustered, you know that?" Kurt asked, stooping to pick up his comb.
"I'm taking that as a yes." Blaine replied.
Media: fanfic
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/Rachel/Mercedes/Tina friendship
Rating: R
Warnings [for whole story] (highlight): sexual assault, bullying, hinting of eating disorder
The rest of Kurt's first day back was something of a blur. He might have gone to Pre-Calc. Puck- no was it Sam? sat next to him in Chemistry. They tinkered with Bunsen burners and test tubes mindlessly. That was one thing Kurt liked about Puck and Sam- they weren't much for talking. If Finn, Blaine, or Rachel had been there, the whole class would have been a psychoanalysis. But this was calm, almost Zen-like.
By the time he got home, all he wanted to do was go to sleep for the rest of the afternoon, but he knew that his father wouldn't let that happen. While having an attentive father was great at times, Kurt sometimes resented the fact that Burt would never leave him alone for a long amount of time. Kurt checked his watch... there was still another hour until his father got home. He decided to take a short nap on the couch.
He woke up to Carol gently stroking his back. "Taking a nap, hon'?" she cooed. He mumbled a few noises and halfway opened his eyes. "How was your first day back?" She continued, and Kurt wondered if she was conspiring to keep him from napping.
"Fine." He grumbled. "Not really. Kind of crappy."
"Were people mean?" She asked, sitting down in the place where the crook of his knees made a space on the couch.
"I don't really want to talk about it, Carol."
She continued stroking his hair. "Well, I just woke you up to let you know that Blaine is here for your dinner date tonight."
Kurt heard Blaine's voice from across the room, laughing. "It's not exactly a dinner date, Mrs. Hummel. Just dinner amongst friends and compatriots." Kurt bolted up, the blood rushing away from his head.
"Blaine. You're here?" Kurt half-asked, half-shouted.
"Not unless this is my evil twin." Blaine smiled.
"But... but... my hair." Kurt stammered, embarrassed that his crush had seen him looking anything less than flawless.
Blaine laughed again. "It's not a problem. Really. Your bedhead is kind of hilarious, actually." Kurt ran upstairs to fix anything else set amiss by his nap. Blaine, like the puppydog he was, followed Kurt's heels. He plopped down on Kurt's bed, re-tying a shoelace.
"So I think your dad and step-mom think we're dating." Blaine announced, giggling.
Kurt stopped his coiffing for a second and blushed. Gathering his nerves, he plainly stated, "Well, my dad did find you in my bed once. It's a pretty solid hypothesis."
"But a false one." Blaine unbuttoned and re-buttoned his cardigan.
"Hypotheses can't be false. Only disproved." Kurt recited automatically.
"Are you disproving it?" Blaine asked, dropping the front of his sweater mid-button.
"I'm sorry, what?" Kurt asked.
"Are you disproving their theory that we're dating?"
"Blaine, that doesn't make sense. You're mixing your metaphors again."
"Are we dating?"
Kurt dropped the comb he had in his hands, more out of shock than anything else. "Do you think we're dating?"
"Not yet." Blaine shrugged. "But, like, I was kind of hoping that tonight..."
"Was a date?"
"Yeah."
"You're kind of adorable when you're flustered, you know that?" Kurt asked, stooping to pick up his comb.
"I'm taking that as a yes." Blaine replied.