Glee Fic: Be My Valentine
Title: Be My Valentine
Summary: Kurt has a secret admirer. (in my piggy!Kurt animal verse.)
Rating: PG
Words: 3,336
A/N: A little something for Valentine's day. Be warned though, it's kind of sad but not because of Blaine.
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Valentine's day is a peculiar event. In high school there are students who are still entirely human and there are students who aren't. This being the case, there's usually a few fights on the big day over who sent who gifts and who had the right to. A lot of students had the nose to sniff out their admirers which took some of the fun out of it. But amongst the younger kids there was a lot of anonymity and confusion. By now Kurt was intimately acquainted with Blaine's scent. Had Blaine actually been at school, there would have been no confusion as to who would be stuffing Valentine's into his locker. But Blaine was home because a smarmy meerkat with absolutely no fashion sense had the audacity to attack them. So Blaine was at home and Kurt would go to school on Valentine's Day alone.
Again.
It was okay though. So he didn't get to spend time with his sweetie at school. Big deal. Blaine was at home and on the mend. They could see each other after school with a lot more privacy. He didn't expect to get anything special on Valentine's day. Tina and Mercedes hadn't been able to wait to give him their little trinkets. A candy rose and a singing card respectively. Brittany had somehow managed to pour red glitter into his locker on Monday and he was hoping he wouldn't get another contribution from her. And Sugar's gift was the party at Breadstix. None of the boys would get him anything. Kurt wasn't bothered by it. He only wanted gifts from one boy and Blaine was bound to think of something. Even if it was just a hand drawn card and a quiet movie night.
He was so resigned to the idea of getting nothing that the colorful card in his locker almost went unnoticed. It was bright and had a corny saying on the front. For a moment Kurt thought it was something else from Brittany, or maybe Sam. He picked it up cautiously. Inside it was signed 'Your admirer' in a slanted scrawl. He didn't recognize the handwriting so he brought it closer to his face and took a small sniff. He couldn't place the smell either. It was familiar though. Not someone he hung out with regularly but someone he knew.
Kurt turned the card over in his hands a few times. He tried to think of who could have sent him the card. He wasn't aware of any admirers. If anyone other than Blaine showed even the most miniscule hint of attraction to him it would have been front page news on Jacob's blog. The card didn't give him any clues. The handwriting was generic and the card was from a display at the local supermarket. Anyone could have picked it up.
Kurt took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then he smiled and caressed the edges of the card and closed his locker with his elbow. It had to be from Blaine. He'd obviously asked some mutual acquaintance to put the card in his locker so he wouldn't feel so lonely. It was the only thing that made sense. Kurt honestly didn't know who else would send him a card. He kept it with him all day, patting the pocket of his satchel where it rested in every hallway and peeking at it during class. It made him all warm inside to think that Blaine had gone through the trouble of setting up something so sweet for him.
When the school day finally ended and Blaine was tucked to Kurt's side, ears drooping and eyes heavy, Kurt kept the card to himself. Oh he let Blaine know he was exceedingly giddy today and that Valentine's was shaping up to be good this year. But he didn't mention the card. There was a pile of craft scraps barely hidden on Blaine's desk that hinted there would be more. And the card did say from an admirer. Kurt kissed the crown of Blaine's head and thought about what else could be planned. Knowing Blaine, it would get more and more extravagant with each day and probably end in a musical number. Although he wasn't sure how that would go if Blaine was still confined to bed.
The day he opened his locker at lunch to find a small red ceramic vase with a pink carnation inside. It was accompanied by another pun filled card signed only by an admirer. The slanted nondescript handwriting was the same. The smell was the same. Kurt had carried the vase around with him all day, close to his chest so he could smell the carnation with step through the halls. When he went to bed he placed it on his nightstand just behind his clock so he could see it when he woke up.
On Thursday, Valentine's day, he woke up with a smile on his face and a bounce in his step. He had the perfect outfit picked out for the school day, red skinny jeans and a long black sweater. Then for Sugar's party he had put aside a more formal outfit, complete with a black and red printed tie that would just kill with his new wingtip collared shirt. He wasn't sure if he'd stick around for all of Sugar's party but every occasion is a reason for fashion. There was also a chance that whatever Blaine had planned would spill over into the night and if Blaine had a thing for ties, well that was just their little secret.
By the time the lunch bell rang Kurt was sitting on pins and needles. He couldn't wait to open his locker and see what was inside. He bolted as soon as the bell sounded and darted through the halls to get to his locker. He was so excited that he messed up his combination twice before finally taking a deep breath and slowly putting in the numbers. When he opened the door he was slightly disappointed. There was nothing there. No card, no note, no candy. Kurt frowned and dutifully traded out his books then closed his locker. He walked to the cafeteria with his head down and shoulders slumped. It was stupid. Blaine had given him two little gifts already and they were sure to see each other after school. Not getting something in his locker wasn't a big deal. Even so he couldn't wipe away his poor mood enough to dissuade Mercedes from cooing at him and fussing over his lunch.
Half way through he felt someone tap his back. Kurt turned and saw someone dressed in a gorilla suit clutching a bouquet of roses and another card. He smiled and clapped, bouncing in his seat. Blaine hadn't forgotten him, he'd just shaken things up. The gorilla suit was an odd choice but he figured there was only so much Blaine could do while hopped up on pain meds. Kurt eagerly took the flowers first, sniffing them delicately to minimize the movement of his nose, then passed them off to Mercedes. He plucked the card the gorilla's hand and opened it up immediately, not bothering to look at colorful writing on the front. He stuck his nose almost flush to the card and took a sniff. It was the same scent and Kurt still couldn't place it. He passed it off as being a pig. Surely his nose wasn't as good as a dogs. He'd just have to ask Blaine who his little helper was.
And he'd get to do that tonight by the looks of it. Kurt pressed his palms over his nose to muffle the squeal he couldn't hold in. Blaine wanted to meet him at Breadstix before the big party. That was the grand finale. Blaine was well enough to be out of bed. While the girls took turns complimenting Kurt's admirer and chastising their own boyfriends, Kurt thought about the present he was giving Blaine. This was their first Valentine's day as a couple and the first with animal traits. Kurt had already given his body to Blaine and Blaine in kind. He'd wrestled with what to get. In the end Kurt decided that a tradition was in order. Every Valentine's since his mother and father had started dating his dad had given his mom a bell. In the attic there was a storage tub filled with them. Silver, gold, tin, copper, iron, some small enough to go on a cat's collar, others big enough to hang on the porch. Some where round and others were shakers with the traditional bell shape. His mother loved them.
Obviously Kurt wasn't going to give Blaine a bell. That wouldn't mean anything. Instead Kurt had picked out a music boxed shaped like a pocket watch. Kurt decided that every year they were together, he would gift Blaine with a music box. Hopefully they would accumulate more than his mother and father had in bells. The music box was tucked away in his glove box so that he would have no chance of forgetting it in a rush. He couldn't wait to see the look on Blaine's face when he opened it.
Once school was out Kurt rushed home to change. The meeting time specified in the card was only an hour before the party but Kurt was anxious to get the ball rolling. He wanted everything to be perfect for Blaine. So he primped and primed and preened in his mirror until there was absolutely nothing else to perfect. He still had a little time before the party so he went about straightening up his room. He adjusted his photos and knickknacks, smoothed out the blankets on his bed, and adjusted his mountain of pillows. There was a distinct possibility that Blaine would want to come over after the party and they would most certainly be alone in Kurt's room. Open door policy or not Kurt planned on getting at least a heated make out session in. He'd been deprived lately.
As the clock neared an acceptable time to leave, Kurt grabbed his keys and practically threw himself down the stairs to leave. He offered a quick babbling goodbye to his dad and Carole, then skipped to his car and in. On the passenger seat next to him where the three cards his 'admirer' had given him during the week. He brought them along so he could show Blaine how much the small gestures meant to him. During the drive Kurt hummed along happily with the radio and sent quick glances to the cards. It was shaping up to be a perfect night.
The nearly deserted parking lot at Breadstix is kind of intimidating. Kurt feels like a VIP in a much more important town. And it strikes him that Sugar must come from a very rich family. Not even Quinn could rent out Breadstix for a night, complete with temporary renovations. Kurt couldn't see Blaine's car in the nearly abandoned lot, which was a little confusing, but he could have gotten a ride. It would be the responsible thing to do while wearing an eyepatch. With a wide smile Kurt pulled the pocket watch music box from the glove box and set it on his lap. Then he picked up the three colorful cards and pressed them to his nose. They covered his giddy smile while he scanned the parking lot once more. The vaguely familiar smell lingered in his nose and toyed with his senses.
Just as he was about to open the door and head inside he spotted a familiar van in the far corner of the lot. The joy drained from Kurt's face and the cards fluttered to the floorboards. He recognized the smell now. Kurt stared at the van, eyes wide and mouth open in shock. His whole body felt hot and jittery. Then in an instant he sprung into action. His fingers slammed down on his lock and he hastily jammed his key into the ignition. With shaking hands Kurt sped away from the Breadstix parking lot and back towards his house. It wasn't Blaine who'd sent him the gift and cards. It was Karofsky. Karofsky who took his animal's attitude towards mating very seriously and who had not so long ago threatened his life.
The speeding Navigator just barely clipped the curb leading up to his driveway but Kurt barely noticed it. He left the car running and held tight to the steering wheel, panting and shaking. Karofsky had gotten into the school and into his locker. His new locker, in a new hall, with a new combination. Karofsky had sent him love letters and handed him flowers in person. Who knows how long he'd been stalking Kurt before this week to gather the necessary information. And Kurt had adored the attention, sighing over it and preening like a peacock. He'd been over the moon because of the attentions his aggressor had been giving him. He felt sick to his stomach.
Slowly Kurt scraped along the door, still looking blankly forward, looking for the handle. Once he found it he leaned into the door and pushed it open. Then he was leaning over, still tangled in his seatbelt, vomiting. It splashed over the concrete of the driveway and pooled into the grass. Blaine's music box tumbled down his legs to his feet joining the cards. Kurt relaxed against the seatbelt, letting it dig uncomfortably into his chest and side. He should go inside. He should talk to his dad and explain everything. He should have asked Blaine about the cards.
The rough, calloused hand on the back of his neck is a surprise. Kurt jerks back, letting out a frightened sound. Was it Karofsky? Did he see Kurt driving away and follow him? “Hey. Hey now, calm down. Shhhh. Shhhh. Calm down Kurt.” Kurt stopped struggling and threw himself forward. He got caught by his seatbelt and with frantic fingers he scrambled to get out of it. The rough hands of his father reached across him and pushed the release. Then Kurt was free to throw himself into his dad's chest and cry.
Burt clutched him around his middle and pulled him out of the car. Kurt's feet clipped the gift box and sent it tumbling to the driveway, narrowly missing the pool of vomit. Kurt went with him, letting his shoes scrape across the driveway and grass until his dad was tugging him up the porch stairs and into the house. He pressed his nose hard into Burt's chest, trying to abolish Karofsky's scent. “Kurt what's all this about?” Kurt kept blubbering into Burt's chest, trying desperately to pull in enough air to answer.
“K...Karof...s-sky. Waiting f-for me.” He heard his dad suck in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He clutched tightly at Burt's flannel shirt and let himself be guided to the living room. He could smell fish, Salmon and spicy rice. He'd come home in time to interrupt his Dad and Carole's Valentine's dinner. Finn must have left after him to meet with Rachel. Kurt let himself be pushed down onto the couch and then tucked into a worn fleecy blanket. His dad and Carole sat on either side of him. Carole started rubbing across his back and rubbing her thumb across the nape of his neck. His dad had a warm hand on his knee and gave him a quick squeeze.
“What'd he do to you?” Burt waited patiently for Kurt to settle down enough to talk.
“I thought it was Blaine. I thought...I was getting cards and gifts. I thought Blaine was having someone put them in my locker. He said he wanted to meet at Breadstix. I got...I got there and saw Karofsky's van. It was his scent.”
Burt's hand tightened on Kurt's knee and Carole draped herself across his side. “He wanted to get you alone? You think he was gonna try and beat you up?” Kurt shook his head and closed his eyes. He curled his fingers into the blanket and pulled it tighter to himself.
“He...When he threatened to kill me...it was because he kissed me. He's gay and I think...” Kurt clenched his eyes shut tight and let out a strangled sob. “Oh God, I think he wants to date me.”
Burt wanted to kill someone. His chest felt tight and his face felt hot. His little boy, his precious little Kurt was sexually assaulted by some punk twice his size and he hadn't known about it. He wanted to run over to Breadstix right now and rip that kid's head clean off his shoulders. He wanted to call the police and the school and demand action. But there was a voice in his head, the soft calm voice of his beloved Mollie that told him to stop. Kurt needed him. He could rant and rage later, but right now his son needed him. “He's not gonna touch you. You go on up to your room. Clean your face. Put on pajamas. Tomorrow I'm gonna make some calls.” Kurt opened his mouth, ready to argue, but his red rimmed watery eyes demolished any sway. “No. We'll talk about how far we want to take this but we're doing something about it.”
Burt ran his hand through Kurt's hair, freeing it from it's hairspray and rubbing across the points of his ears. He nodded to Carole. She wrapped her arm around Kurt's shoulder and guided him up from the couch and to his room. Burt heard her promising to call Blaine. Then Kurt was mumbling something about a box before retreating to his room.
Burt took a few calming breaths and started pacing the living room. He watched Carole head outside and saw her come back with a scuffed black box. He made his way to the kitchen and braced his palms against the table. The smell of fish and rice, the smell that was so wonderful earlier, didn't do a thing for him now. He couldn't see himself eating tonight, not knowing that Kurt was upstairs waiting for a boy to break in and rape him. Starting tonight he wasn't sure what he could do. He wasn't in the frame of mind to get anything productive done, not unless it involved a lot of yelling.
“Burt...honey I'm going to call Blaine. He wanted to go to Breadstix tonight to surprise Kurt.” She frowned and gestured helplessly towards the stairs. “I don't want him to think he got stood up.” Burt nodded, still looking down at the table.
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When Blaine got Carole's call he was already en route to Breadstix. His mother had agreed to drop him off because he wasn't suppose to be driving with the eye patch. When he heard what Carole had to say he started crying. He ended up just passing the phone to his mother. She'd changed direction and took him to Kurt's house without protest. And while he was getting out of the car she called that he could stay the night if it was okay with Burt.
Seeing Kurt curled up looking defeated in his bed was heartbreaking. When Kurt spotted his homemade heart shaped eyepatch though, he let out a breathy chuckle. “My gift was suppose to be a serenade.” Kurt smiled sadly at him and moved over on the bed, inviting Blaine to lie down with him.
“I got you something. But I probably broke it.” He passed Blaine a small black box. Inside was a beautiful musical watch with a crack running across it's cover. Blaine rubbed his finger across it's base reverently.
“It's beautiful.” Blaine pressed himself against Kurt's back and wrapped his arm around his middle. The musical watch was still in his hand, pressing into Kurt's stomach. He kissed the curve of Kurt's neck and tangled his legs with Kurt's. “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
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Oh no, so angsty. I really think Glee didn't handle that whole thing well. Kurt was being stalked and it should have been a very important thing. Kurt wasn't as terrified as I expected him to be in the show.
Summary: Kurt has a secret admirer. (in my piggy!Kurt animal verse.)
Rating: PG
Words: 3,336
A/N: A little something for Valentine's day. Be warned though, it's kind of sad but not because of Blaine.
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Valentine's day is a peculiar event. In high school there are students who are still entirely human and there are students who aren't. This being the case, there's usually a few fights on the big day over who sent who gifts and who had the right to. A lot of students had the nose to sniff out their admirers which took some of the fun out of it. But amongst the younger kids there was a lot of anonymity and confusion. By now Kurt was intimately acquainted with Blaine's scent. Had Blaine actually been at school, there would have been no confusion as to who would be stuffing Valentine's into his locker. But Blaine was home because a smarmy meerkat with absolutely no fashion sense had the audacity to attack them. So Blaine was at home and Kurt would go to school on Valentine's Day alone.
Again.
It was okay though. So he didn't get to spend time with his sweetie at school. Big deal. Blaine was at home and on the mend. They could see each other after school with a lot more privacy. He didn't expect to get anything special on Valentine's day. Tina and Mercedes hadn't been able to wait to give him their little trinkets. A candy rose and a singing card respectively. Brittany had somehow managed to pour red glitter into his locker on Monday and he was hoping he wouldn't get another contribution from her. And Sugar's gift was the party at Breadstix. None of the boys would get him anything. Kurt wasn't bothered by it. He only wanted gifts from one boy and Blaine was bound to think of something. Even if it was just a hand drawn card and a quiet movie night.
He was so resigned to the idea of getting nothing that the colorful card in his locker almost went unnoticed. It was bright and had a corny saying on the front. For a moment Kurt thought it was something else from Brittany, or maybe Sam. He picked it up cautiously. Inside it was signed 'Your admirer' in a slanted scrawl. He didn't recognize the handwriting so he brought it closer to his face and took a small sniff. He couldn't place the smell either. It was familiar though. Not someone he hung out with regularly but someone he knew.
Kurt turned the card over in his hands a few times. He tried to think of who could have sent him the card. He wasn't aware of any admirers. If anyone other than Blaine showed even the most miniscule hint of attraction to him it would have been front page news on Jacob's blog. The card didn't give him any clues. The handwriting was generic and the card was from a display at the local supermarket. Anyone could have picked it up.
Kurt took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then he smiled and caressed the edges of the card and closed his locker with his elbow. It had to be from Blaine. He'd obviously asked some mutual acquaintance to put the card in his locker so he wouldn't feel so lonely. It was the only thing that made sense. Kurt honestly didn't know who else would send him a card. He kept it with him all day, patting the pocket of his satchel where it rested in every hallway and peeking at it during class. It made him all warm inside to think that Blaine had gone through the trouble of setting up something so sweet for him.
When the school day finally ended and Blaine was tucked to Kurt's side, ears drooping and eyes heavy, Kurt kept the card to himself. Oh he let Blaine know he was exceedingly giddy today and that Valentine's was shaping up to be good this year. But he didn't mention the card. There was a pile of craft scraps barely hidden on Blaine's desk that hinted there would be more. And the card did say from an admirer. Kurt kissed the crown of Blaine's head and thought about what else could be planned. Knowing Blaine, it would get more and more extravagant with each day and probably end in a musical number. Although he wasn't sure how that would go if Blaine was still confined to bed.
The day he opened his locker at lunch to find a small red ceramic vase with a pink carnation inside. It was accompanied by another pun filled card signed only by an admirer. The slanted nondescript handwriting was the same. The smell was the same. Kurt had carried the vase around with him all day, close to his chest so he could smell the carnation with step through the halls. When he went to bed he placed it on his nightstand just behind his clock so he could see it when he woke up.
On Thursday, Valentine's day, he woke up with a smile on his face and a bounce in his step. He had the perfect outfit picked out for the school day, red skinny jeans and a long black sweater. Then for Sugar's party he had put aside a more formal outfit, complete with a black and red printed tie that would just kill with his new wingtip collared shirt. He wasn't sure if he'd stick around for all of Sugar's party but every occasion is a reason for fashion. There was also a chance that whatever Blaine had planned would spill over into the night and if Blaine had a thing for ties, well that was just their little secret.
By the time the lunch bell rang Kurt was sitting on pins and needles. He couldn't wait to open his locker and see what was inside. He bolted as soon as the bell sounded and darted through the halls to get to his locker. He was so excited that he messed up his combination twice before finally taking a deep breath and slowly putting in the numbers. When he opened the door he was slightly disappointed. There was nothing there. No card, no note, no candy. Kurt frowned and dutifully traded out his books then closed his locker. He walked to the cafeteria with his head down and shoulders slumped. It was stupid. Blaine had given him two little gifts already and they were sure to see each other after school. Not getting something in his locker wasn't a big deal. Even so he couldn't wipe away his poor mood enough to dissuade Mercedes from cooing at him and fussing over his lunch.
Half way through he felt someone tap his back. Kurt turned and saw someone dressed in a gorilla suit clutching a bouquet of roses and another card. He smiled and clapped, bouncing in his seat. Blaine hadn't forgotten him, he'd just shaken things up. The gorilla suit was an odd choice but he figured there was only so much Blaine could do while hopped up on pain meds. Kurt eagerly took the flowers first, sniffing them delicately to minimize the movement of his nose, then passed them off to Mercedes. He plucked the card the gorilla's hand and opened it up immediately, not bothering to look at colorful writing on the front. He stuck his nose almost flush to the card and took a sniff. It was the same scent and Kurt still couldn't place it. He passed it off as being a pig. Surely his nose wasn't as good as a dogs. He'd just have to ask Blaine who his little helper was.
And he'd get to do that tonight by the looks of it. Kurt pressed his palms over his nose to muffle the squeal he couldn't hold in. Blaine wanted to meet him at Breadstix before the big party. That was the grand finale. Blaine was well enough to be out of bed. While the girls took turns complimenting Kurt's admirer and chastising their own boyfriends, Kurt thought about the present he was giving Blaine. This was their first Valentine's day as a couple and the first with animal traits. Kurt had already given his body to Blaine and Blaine in kind. He'd wrestled with what to get. In the end Kurt decided that a tradition was in order. Every Valentine's since his mother and father had started dating his dad had given his mom a bell. In the attic there was a storage tub filled with them. Silver, gold, tin, copper, iron, some small enough to go on a cat's collar, others big enough to hang on the porch. Some where round and others were shakers with the traditional bell shape. His mother loved them.
Obviously Kurt wasn't going to give Blaine a bell. That wouldn't mean anything. Instead Kurt had picked out a music boxed shaped like a pocket watch. Kurt decided that every year they were together, he would gift Blaine with a music box. Hopefully they would accumulate more than his mother and father had in bells. The music box was tucked away in his glove box so that he would have no chance of forgetting it in a rush. He couldn't wait to see the look on Blaine's face when he opened it.
Once school was out Kurt rushed home to change. The meeting time specified in the card was only an hour before the party but Kurt was anxious to get the ball rolling. He wanted everything to be perfect for Blaine. So he primped and primed and preened in his mirror until there was absolutely nothing else to perfect. He still had a little time before the party so he went about straightening up his room. He adjusted his photos and knickknacks, smoothed out the blankets on his bed, and adjusted his mountain of pillows. There was a distinct possibility that Blaine would want to come over after the party and they would most certainly be alone in Kurt's room. Open door policy or not Kurt planned on getting at least a heated make out session in. He'd been deprived lately.
As the clock neared an acceptable time to leave, Kurt grabbed his keys and practically threw himself down the stairs to leave. He offered a quick babbling goodbye to his dad and Carole, then skipped to his car and in. On the passenger seat next to him where the three cards his 'admirer' had given him during the week. He brought them along so he could show Blaine how much the small gestures meant to him. During the drive Kurt hummed along happily with the radio and sent quick glances to the cards. It was shaping up to be a perfect night.
The nearly deserted parking lot at Breadstix is kind of intimidating. Kurt feels like a VIP in a much more important town. And it strikes him that Sugar must come from a very rich family. Not even Quinn could rent out Breadstix for a night, complete with temporary renovations. Kurt couldn't see Blaine's car in the nearly abandoned lot, which was a little confusing, but he could have gotten a ride. It would be the responsible thing to do while wearing an eyepatch. With a wide smile Kurt pulled the pocket watch music box from the glove box and set it on his lap. Then he picked up the three colorful cards and pressed them to his nose. They covered his giddy smile while he scanned the parking lot once more. The vaguely familiar smell lingered in his nose and toyed with his senses.
Just as he was about to open the door and head inside he spotted a familiar van in the far corner of the lot. The joy drained from Kurt's face and the cards fluttered to the floorboards. He recognized the smell now. Kurt stared at the van, eyes wide and mouth open in shock. His whole body felt hot and jittery. Then in an instant he sprung into action. His fingers slammed down on his lock and he hastily jammed his key into the ignition. With shaking hands Kurt sped away from the Breadstix parking lot and back towards his house. It wasn't Blaine who'd sent him the gift and cards. It was Karofsky. Karofsky who took his animal's attitude towards mating very seriously and who had not so long ago threatened his life.
The speeding Navigator just barely clipped the curb leading up to his driveway but Kurt barely noticed it. He left the car running and held tight to the steering wheel, panting and shaking. Karofsky had gotten into the school and into his locker. His new locker, in a new hall, with a new combination. Karofsky had sent him love letters and handed him flowers in person. Who knows how long he'd been stalking Kurt before this week to gather the necessary information. And Kurt had adored the attention, sighing over it and preening like a peacock. He'd been over the moon because of the attentions his aggressor had been giving him. He felt sick to his stomach.
Slowly Kurt scraped along the door, still looking blankly forward, looking for the handle. Once he found it he leaned into the door and pushed it open. Then he was leaning over, still tangled in his seatbelt, vomiting. It splashed over the concrete of the driveway and pooled into the grass. Blaine's music box tumbled down his legs to his feet joining the cards. Kurt relaxed against the seatbelt, letting it dig uncomfortably into his chest and side. He should go inside. He should talk to his dad and explain everything. He should have asked Blaine about the cards.
The rough, calloused hand on the back of his neck is a surprise. Kurt jerks back, letting out a frightened sound. Was it Karofsky? Did he see Kurt driving away and follow him? “Hey. Hey now, calm down. Shhhh. Shhhh. Calm down Kurt.” Kurt stopped struggling and threw himself forward. He got caught by his seatbelt and with frantic fingers he scrambled to get out of it. The rough hands of his father reached across him and pushed the release. Then Kurt was free to throw himself into his dad's chest and cry.
Burt clutched him around his middle and pulled him out of the car. Kurt's feet clipped the gift box and sent it tumbling to the driveway, narrowly missing the pool of vomit. Kurt went with him, letting his shoes scrape across the driveway and grass until his dad was tugging him up the porch stairs and into the house. He pressed his nose hard into Burt's chest, trying to abolish Karofsky's scent. “Kurt what's all this about?” Kurt kept blubbering into Burt's chest, trying desperately to pull in enough air to answer.
“K...Karof...s-sky. Waiting f-for me.” He heard his dad suck in a deep breath and let it out slowly. He clutched tightly at Burt's flannel shirt and let himself be guided to the living room. He could smell fish, Salmon and spicy rice. He'd come home in time to interrupt his Dad and Carole's Valentine's dinner. Finn must have left after him to meet with Rachel. Kurt let himself be pushed down onto the couch and then tucked into a worn fleecy blanket. His dad and Carole sat on either side of him. Carole started rubbing across his back and rubbing her thumb across the nape of his neck. His dad had a warm hand on his knee and gave him a quick squeeze.
“What'd he do to you?” Burt waited patiently for Kurt to settle down enough to talk.
“I thought it was Blaine. I thought...I was getting cards and gifts. I thought Blaine was having someone put them in my locker. He said he wanted to meet at Breadstix. I got...I got there and saw Karofsky's van. It was his scent.”
Burt's hand tightened on Kurt's knee and Carole draped herself across his side. “He wanted to get you alone? You think he was gonna try and beat you up?” Kurt shook his head and closed his eyes. He curled his fingers into the blanket and pulled it tighter to himself.
“He...When he threatened to kill me...it was because he kissed me. He's gay and I think...” Kurt clenched his eyes shut tight and let out a strangled sob. “Oh God, I think he wants to date me.”
Burt wanted to kill someone. His chest felt tight and his face felt hot. His little boy, his precious little Kurt was sexually assaulted by some punk twice his size and he hadn't known about it. He wanted to run over to Breadstix right now and rip that kid's head clean off his shoulders. He wanted to call the police and the school and demand action. But there was a voice in his head, the soft calm voice of his beloved Mollie that told him to stop. Kurt needed him. He could rant and rage later, but right now his son needed him. “He's not gonna touch you. You go on up to your room. Clean your face. Put on pajamas. Tomorrow I'm gonna make some calls.” Kurt opened his mouth, ready to argue, but his red rimmed watery eyes demolished any sway. “No. We'll talk about how far we want to take this but we're doing something about it.”
Burt ran his hand through Kurt's hair, freeing it from it's hairspray and rubbing across the points of his ears. He nodded to Carole. She wrapped her arm around Kurt's shoulder and guided him up from the couch and to his room. Burt heard her promising to call Blaine. Then Kurt was mumbling something about a box before retreating to his room.
Burt took a few calming breaths and started pacing the living room. He watched Carole head outside and saw her come back with a scuffed black box. He made his way to the kitchen and braced his palms against the table. The smell of fish and rice, the smell that was so wonderful earlier, didn't do a thing for him now. He couldn't see himself eating tonight, not knowing that Kurt was upstairs waiting for a boy to break in and rape him. Starting tonight he wasn't sure what he could do. He wasn't in the frame of mind to get anything productive done, not unless it involved a lot of yelling.
“Burt...honey I'm going to call Blaine. He wanted to go to Breadstix tonight to surprise Kurt.” She frowned and gestured helplessly towards the stairs. “I don't want him to think he got stood up.” Burt nodded, still looking down at the table.
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When Blaine got Carole's call he was already en route to Breadstix. His mother had agreed to drop him off because he wasn't suppose to be driving with the eye patch. When he heard what Carole had to say he started crying. He ended up just passing the phone to his mother. She'd changed direction and took him to Kurt's house without protest. And while he was getting out of the car she called that he could stay the night if it was okay with Burt.
Seeing Kurt curled up looking defeated in his bed was heartbreaking. When Kurt spotted his homemade heart shaped eyepatch though, he let out a breathy chuckle. “My gift was suppose to be a serenade.” Kurt smiled sadly at him and moved over on the bed, inviting Blaine to lie down with him.
“I got you something. But I probably broke it.” He passed Blaine a small black box. Inside was a beautiful musical watch with a crack running across it's cover. Blaine rubbed his finger across it's base reverently.
“It's beautiful.” Blaine pressed himself against Kurt's back and wrapped his arm around his middle. The musical watch was still in his hand, pressing into Kurt's stomach. He kissed the curve of Kurt's neck and tangled his legs with Kurt's. “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
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Oh no, so angsty. I really think Glee didn't handle that whole thing well. Kurt was being stalked and it should have been a very important thing. Kurt wasn't as terrified as I expected him to be in the show.