Fic: Don't walk away in silence. [Chapter 3]
Title: Don't walk away in silence.
Author: lady_demolition
Rating: PG (maybe higher later but I don't know yet.)
Summary: Kurt lost his trust in Blaine after he spilled that he might not be 100% gay.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this. I don't claim that any of this happened, it's all just a product of my imagination.
[Chapter 1]: ( "You just wouldn't get my hints even if they were neon coloured, dancing and singing "KURT REALLY LIKES YOU!"")
[Chapter 2]: ("I'm not giving this up because you're having a little crush on a straight guy like you always do.")
Author's note: The song I used in this is called 'Pretty Eyes' by Alex Goot (Listen to it here). I don't know why but everytime I listen to it I think of Blaine singing this to Kurt...so here it is. ;)
Kurt's sunday was a typical sunday.
Lazy and boring.
He was still trying to suppress the need to call Blaine and kept pushing these kinds of thoughts aside as good as he was able to.
His stomach felt weird, ached and it just didn't stop.
He tried to eat something but stopped right after the first bite, otherwise he probably would've thrown up.
He tried to sleep but all he saw was Blaine when he closed his eyes.
Oh, how he hated that boy and how he hated that this was most definitely a lie.
The call they had hadn't made him want Blaine any less.
He shook his head like he wanted to shake off those emotions and thoughts.
Kurt turned his body on his bed, fluttered his eyes open and looked right at the picture of Blaine he'd put up.
"Damn you Anderson...", he sighed, putting down the picture, so he wouldn't have to look right into Blaine's beautiful green-hazel eyes.
The next morning he still felt sick.
He got up, his head was spinning, so he sank back down, trying to calm down a bit.
When he felt better he tiptoed upstairs, finding his father preparing breakfast.
"Dad...I don't feel well.", he said.
"My god Kurt, you look awful, you're not going to school, go back to bed! I'll get you some tea."
"Thanks dad...", Kurt whispered, slurring back to his room.
He let himself fall onto his bed, secretly thanking his body because getting sick was the best thing to happen to him right now.
He just didn't want to face Blaine in school.
It would be all awkward and everybody would notice that something wasn't right.
No, he didn't want this at all.
Burt knocked on Kurt's door, waiting for him to answer.
"Come in dad!", he said.
"There you go son, I made you tea and in case you want to eat something I made some toast for you too."
"Thanks dad, that's very nice of you.", Kurt smiled weakly and Burt smiled back.
"It's not a big deal...but I gotta ask you...and don't think I don't believe you but...what is this really about? You've just never been a person to be sick...and even if you were you'd still go to school...", Burt looked worried.
"No, I really just...don't feel good...so...I don't want to throw up on somebody you know.", he laughed, trying to distract his father from asking about him.
"Like I said before...don't lie to me Kurt. You're my son, I know exactly when you're lying."
Kurt let out a sigh.
"Fine...first of all...I really am sick."
Burt nodded.
"And secondly...I...", he stopped.
"You don't wanna see him.", Burt completed his sentence.
"Exactly.", Kurt said.
Burt shook his head.
"What did he do to you...you really don't deserve to feel like this."
"Maybe I do...", he whispered under his breath.
"Why? What did you do?"
"Well...I kind of started it. I wanted to know whether he was gay or not because he said he wasn't sure, so he kissed Rachel and I...freaked out a bit, because you know...I really...like him. But I'm not with him so who am I to do that...I'm so stupid.", he ranted.
"No, you're not. You're a beautiful person Kurt and you don't deserve to be treated like that, so who is HE to do that?"
"Thanks dad...but you're still my father...you'll always say what I want to hear and stand up for me and I appreciate that...but I think I made a mistake too."
"Maybe you should talk to him.", Burt suggested.
"Yeah...maybe I should some time...but not now or any time soon I...have to think."
Burt nodded.
"You're probably right...just don't let him play you ok?"
"Yes..."
Burt quickly said goodbye to Kurt, since he had to go to work now.
Kurt figured it would be the best idea to just sleep the whole day, so he cuddled up in his blanket, slowly drifting to sleep.
Once again he was woken up by his phone ringing.
He sleepily tried to regain consciousness, grabbing his phone not looking at the number in his haze.
"Hello?", he asked, his voice thick with sleep.
"Kurt? Hi...uhm...you weren't in school today...are you ok?", Kurt heard this familiar warm voice.
"Blaine! Why are you calling me again? I already told you-"
"Please hear me out for once again Kurt! Please?", he stopped him.
"Fine...but I won't forgive you just like that."
"I know...and I don't expect you to but...I just want you to know I'm still terribly sorry about the Rachel-thing. Just soo damn sorry and I don't know how to prove you this and as you know I'm not good at expressing my feelings in words so...I wanted to sing them to you..."
"Blaine...please...", Kurt sighed.
" Kurt...just give me this one chance to make it up to you...please?", he begged.
Kurt took a deep breath.
"Ok...fine."
"Thank you.", Blaine said, letting out a shaky breath.
Kurt heard him clear his throat and his heart pounded so hard against his ribcage he thought it might burst.
Blaine started, his voice trembling a bit of excitement.
" Pretty eyes...
staring back at me so blue and wide."
Kurt's breath hitched.
" The colors of the summer sky.
The colors of the world."
His heart started beating even harder, pounding like crazy in his chest, making it hard to breath.
"If love is blind...
why do I see you so clearly now?"
"Don't fall for him. Don't fucking fall for him!", Kurt's hurt self screamed at him.
"Perfect vision of our love somehow...
you take over my mind...
look up into the galaxy tonight.
The stars illuminate the love we make..."
Why did Blaine's voice have to be so gentle?
"You and your pretty eyes...
you keep me alive."
Kurt rested his head on the pillow, he placed the phone next to his hear, closing his eyes.
"Pretty eyes.
You're the one that keeps up all night.
I know no one else could make me feel this way...
I want to look up into the milky way, tonight.
The sky illuminates the love we make,
the love we make so bright."
Blaine sung with all he got at this point, trying to hit every note but nervousness was taking over his voice .
"You and your pretty eyes...
you keep me alive.
As the moon shines it's light on you your pretty eyes they glow.
Tell me that you'll stay the night...
just stay a while.
You and your pretty eyes
you keep me alive..."
Tears were running down Kurt's face now.
The way Blaine sung this...to him...with all his heart. It just moved Kurt so much, made his heart jump with joy.
There weren't only butterflies in his stomach anymore, it was a whole wasp's nest buzzing inside him.
He didn't know what to say, he was stunned, listening to Blaine breathing fast and hard.
"Kurt?", he asked carefully.
Kurt tried his best to answer but he couldn't say a word.
"Are you -? Was this too much? I'm sorry I just thought maybe it was the right thing to do and I didn't know what else I could do to make you forgive and believe me I-", Blaine rambled.
"Thank you Blaine.", Kurt mumbled, still overcome with emotion.
He'd never experienced something like it.
No one ever cared so much about him, to sing him a song or trying hard to make him forgive.
How could he be mad at the person that made him feel so good and bad at the same time.
Blaine, who slowly began to breath normally again let out a sigh and started talking again.
"Will...will you be in school tomorrow? I think...we have to talk, face to face I mean...there's so much I want to explain to you and I-I want to do it as soon as possible because I don't know if I can hold it any longer...you really...do something to me no one before has Kurt."
Kurt just laid there in awe.
"I-I guess I'll be there tomorrow...Blaine wow...I really can't talk right now, I'm sorry.", he let out a breathy laugh.
"Ok, I'll leave you alone now.", Blaine said and Kurt could tell he was smiling.
"Alright...see you tomorrow.", Kurt said.
"Yeah...tomorrow. Bye!"
"Bye."
They hung up and Kurt couldn't help but just lie there, smiling like crazy.
Finally,
once in his life,
he really did win.
Author: lady_demolition
Rating: PG (maybe higher later but I don't know yet.)
Summary: Kurt lost his trust in Blaine after he spilled that he might not be 100% gay.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this. I don't claim that any of this happened, it's all just a product of my imagination.
[Chapter 1]: ( "You just wouldn't get my hints even if they were neon coloured, dancing and singing "KURT REALLY LIKES YOU!"")
[Chapter 2]: ("I'm not giving this up because you're having a little crush on a straight guy like you always do.")
Author's note: The song I used in this is called 'Pretty Eyes' by Alex Goot (Listen to it here). I don't know why but everytime I listen to it I think of Blaine singing this to Kurt...so here it is. ;)
Kurt's sunday was a typical sunday.
Lazy and boring.
He was still trying to suppress the need to call Blaine and kept pushing these kinds of thoughts aside as good as he was able to.
His stomach felt weird, ached and it just didn't stop.
He tried to eat something but stopped right after the first bite, otherwise he probably would've thrown up.
He tried to sleep but all he saw was Blaine when he closed his eyes.
Oh, how he hated that boy and how he hated that this was most definitely a lie.
The call they had hadn't made him want Blaine any less.
He shook his head like he wanted to shake off those emotions and thoughts.
Kurt turned his body on his bed, fluttered his eyes open and looked right at the picture of Blaine he'd put up.
"Damn you Anderson...", he sighed, putting down the picture, so he wouldn't have to look right into Blaine's beautiful green-hazel eyes.
The next morning he still felt sick.
He got up, his head was spinning, so he sank back down, trying to calm down a bit.
When he felt better he tiptoed upstairs, finding his father preparing breakfast.
"Dad...I don't feel well.", he said.
"My god Kurt, you look awful, you're not going to school, go back to bed! I'll get you some tea."
"Thanks dad...", Kurt whispered, slurring back to his room.
He let himself fall onto his bed, secretly thanking his body because getting sick was the best thing to happen to him right now.
He just didn't want to face Blaine in school.
It would be all awkward and everybody would notice that something wasn't right.
No, he didn't want this at all.
Burt knocked on Kurt's door, waiting for him to answer.
"Come in dad!", he said.
"There you go son, I made you tea and in case you want to eat something I made some toast for you too."
"Thanks dad, that's very nice of you.", Kurt smiled weakly and Burt smiled back.
"It's not a big deal...but I gotta ask you...and don't think I don't believe you but...what is this really about? You've just never been a person to be sick...and even if you were you'd still go to school...", Burt looked worried.
"No, I really just...don't feel good...so...I don't want to throw up on somebody you know.", he laughed, trying to distract his father from asking about him.
"Like I said before...don't lie to me Kurt. You're my son, I know exactly when you're lying."
Kurt let out a sigh.
"Fine...first of all...I really am sick."
Burt nodded.
"And secondly...I...", he stopped.
"You don't wanna see him.", Burt completed his sentence.
"Exactly.", Kurt said.
Burt shook his head.
"What did he do to you...you really don't deserve to feel like this."
"Maybe I do...", he whispered under his breath.
"Why? What did you do?"
"Well...I kind of started it. I wanted to know whether he was gay or not because he said he wasn't sure, so he kissed Rachel and I...freaked out a bit, because you know...I really...like him. But I'm not with him so who am I to do that...I'm so stupid.", he ranted.
"No, you're not. You're a beautiful person Kurt and you don't deserve to be treated like that, so who is HE to do that?"
"Thanks dad...but you're still my father...you'll always say what I want to hear and stand up for me and I appreciate that...but I think I made a mistake too."
"Maybe you should talk to him.", Burt suggested.
"Yeah...maybe I should some time...but not now or any time soon I...have to think."
Burt nodded.
"You're probably right...just don't let him play you ok?"
"Yes..."
Burt quickly said goodbye to Kurt, since he had to go to work now.
Kurt figured it would be the best idea to just sleep the whole day, so he cuddled up in his blanket, slowly drifting to sleep.
Once again he was woken up by his phone ringing.
He sleepily tried to regain consciousness, grabbing his phone not looking at the number in his haze.
"Hello?", he asked, his voice thick with sleep.
"Kurt? Hi...uhm...you weren't in school today...are you ok?", Kurt heard this familiar warm voice.
"Blaine! Why are you calling me again? I already told you-"
"Please hear me out for once again Kurt! Please?", he stopped him.
"Fine...but I won't forgive you just like that."
"I know...and I don't expect you to but...I just want you to know I'm still terribly sorry about the Rachel-thing. Just soo damn sorry and I don't know how to prove you this and as you know I'm not good at expressing my feelings in words so...I wanted to sing them to you..."
"Blaine...please...", Kurt sighed.
" Kurt...just give me this one chance to make it up to you...please?", he begged.
Kurt took a deep breath.
"Ok...fine."
"Thank you.", Blaine said, letting out a shaky breath.
Kurt heard him clear his throat and his heart pounded so hard against his ribcage he thought it might burst.
Blaine started, his voice trembling a bit of excitement.
" Pretty eyes...
staring back at me so blue and wide."
Kurt's breath hitched.
" The colors of the summer sky.
The colors of the world."
His heart started beating even harder, pounding like crazy in his chest, making it hard to breath.
"If love is blind...
why do I see you so clearly now?"
"Don't fall for him. Don't fucking fall for him!", Kurt's hurt self screamed at him.
"Perfect vision of our love somehow...
you take over my mind...
look up into the galaxy tonight.
The stars illuminate the love we make..."
Why did Blaine's voice have to be so gentle?
"You and your pretty eyes...
you keep me alive."
Kurt rested his head on the pillow, he placed the phone next to his hear, closing his eyes.
"Pretty eyes.
You're the one that keeps up all night.
I know no one else could make me feel this way...
I want to look up into the milky way, tonight.
The sky illuminates the love we make,
the love we make so bright."
Blaine sung with all he got at this point, trying to hit every note but nervousness was taking over his voice .
"You and your pretty eyes...
you keep me alive.
As the moon shines it's light on you your pretty eyes they glow.
Tell me that you'll stay the night...
just stay a while.
You and your pretty eyes
you keep me alive..."
Tears were running down Kurt's face now.
The way Blaine sung this...to him...with all his heart. It just moved Kurt so much, made his heart jump with joy.
There weren't only butterflies in his stomach anymore, it was a whole wasp's nest buzzing inside him.
He didn't know what to say, he was stunned, listening to Blaine breathing fast and hard.
"Kurt?", he asked carefully.
Kurt tried his best to answer but he couldn't say a word.
"Are you -? Was this too much? I'm sorry I just thought maybe it was the right thing to do and I didn't know what else I could do to make you forgive and believe me I-", Blaine rambled.
"Thank you Blaine.", Kurt mumbled, still overcome with emotion.
He'd never experienced something like it.
No one ever cared so much about him, to sing him a song or trying hard to make him forgive.
How could he be mad at the person that made him feel so good and bad at the same time.
Blaine, who slowly began to breath normally again let out a sigh and started talking again.
"Will...will you be in school tomorrow? I think...we have to talk, face to face I mean...there's so much I want to explain to you and I-I want to do it as soon as possible because I don't know if I can hold it any longer...you really...do something to me no one before has Kurt."
Kurt just laid there in awe.
"I-I guess I'll be there tomorrow...Blaine wow...I really can't talk right now, I'm sorry.", he let out a breathy laugh.
"Ok, I'll leave you alone now.", Blaine said and Kurt could tell he was smiling.
"Alright...see you tomorrow.", Kurt said.
"Yeah...tomorrow. Bye!"
"Bye."
They hung up and Kurt couldn't help but just lie there, smiling like crazy.
Finally,
once in his life,
he really did win.