The Case of the Kidnapped Kurt (part the tenth)
Blaine nodded, kissing the top of Kurt's head gently before pulling away slightly. "Send Mercedes a text so that she knows you're okay and that you won't be at Glee practice, alright? I need to let Anthony know what's going on, then we'll go, okay?"
Kurt nodded, pulling away from Blaine slowly and pulling out his phone. "Yeah, okay. Want me to ask her to pick up your Government homework for you while I'm at it, since you two are in class together?" He asked, needing to have something to focus more than he was worried about Blaine's grades.
Blaine nodded, rubbing Kurt's shoulder gently before letting go of him and walking over to where Anthony was standing. "What the hell happened, Anthony?" He asked, keeping his voice low so that Kurt wouldn't hear him. "The last I talked to him, he was fine. Now he's a wreck."
Anthony sighed, shrugging slightly and looking at Blaine like he wasn't sure how to handle the situation. He had been around the Andersons since before Blaine was born, so the boy was like a nephew to him, but that still didn't give him the freedom to say whatever he wanted. There was a code of conduct to being privy to the kind of information that he knew, and the first line of that code said that he didn't give Blaine, Emma, or anyone else information that he wasn't explicitly given permission to tell them. Keeping an eye on Kurt, he lead Blaine a few steps further away while he figured out what he wanted to say.
"Alright, first of all, this conversation never happened. It's more than my job's worth to tell you, plus your mother would kill me," he said, looking Blaine in the eye to make sure he understood. Once the teen nodded, Anthony nodded over at Kurt and continued. "She wants to see how he handles basically being told that he belongs to you no matter what. She's afraid he's too volatile, wears too much of his heart on his sleeve."
"Of course he does!" Blaine insisted, glaring at Anthony slightly, breaking away from his normally composed demeanor. "If he didn't put too much of himself out there every time he opens his mouth, I wouldn't want to be with him, Anthony!" Realizing that he was starting to get louder, and not wanting to attract Kurt's attention, Blaine took a breath to calm himself down before continuing.
"I have spent my whole life living around people who try their hardest not to feel anything. They push every single damn emotion that they have so far down that seeing them smile is like winning the lottery." He sighed, running a hand through his hair and looking over at Kurt, who seemed to have skipped texting Mercedes in favor of calling her.
"No, I know, so then I said that the only people who even care about Trig are people who're forced to teach it because they aren't talented enough to make money as anything aside from a teacher in Podunk, Ohio," Kurt said, gesturing with the hand not holding his phone and laughing slightly as he listened to whatever Mercedes was saying in response.
Blaine smiled, watching him for a minute before turning back to Anthony. "He is the first person I've met who isn't afraid to tell me when I'm going to far, or not going far enough. He can build me up with a smile or cut me down to size with a smirk. I need someone like him in my life, not some cookie-cutter mob boy who's willing to let me run things however I want just because I'm the boss. I want someone who'll scream in my face when I'm doing something wrong and scream in my face when I'm doing something right..." He trailed off, shrugging slightly.
"I want him. The way he is right now. Heart on his sleeve not optional. If mom can't deal with that, then she and I'll probably be having some sort of massive blowout before it's all said and done, but I don't care. Dad got to make his choice in picking her, I'm making mine."
Anthony waited, making sure the boy was finished before nodding. "Between you and me? He reminds me a lot of your mom when your parents first got together. Doesn't take no for an answer, is willing to work hard to get what he wants..." He smirked, elbowing Blaine slightly. "Has the boss-to-be wrapped around his little finger...."
Blaine laughed softly, nodding without even trying to deny it. "Yeah, he certainly does...I don't know if he realizes it yet, but he does." He sighed, standing up a little straighter and nodding at Anthony, back to being the Blaine Anderson that the bodyguard was used to seeing. "Speaking of which, he wants to go home, skip out on the rest of class for today. Can you take care of that with the office while I drive him home, then just meet us there?"
Anthony nodded quickly, back to business as well. "Sure thing, boss. I'll be there in about twenty minutes." Seeing Blaine shake his head slightly, Anthony tried again. "Thirty minutes?" Another shake of the head. "Boss, you know I can't just let you two fall off the map for the rest of the day. Mr. Hummel's dad alone would have my head for leaving you two alone in the house."
"Just...Give us an hour, please?" Blaine asked, looking at Anthony with the closest he could get to puppy dog eyes without losing his composure. "We need to talk, and it'll be easier if we can do it with no one else around, no matter how discreet."
Anthony sighed, nodding slowly. "Fine. You get an hour. I'll go by Breadstix and pick you two up something, that should give you enough time to talk..." He rolled his eyes at Blaine slightly, punching the boy on the arm gently. "You're gonna get me fired, kid."
Blaine laughed, rubbing at his shoulder (Anthony's idea of gentle was about on par with Mike Tyson's). "Even if I did, Kurt would make me hire you right back, so it'd be fine." He looked at Anthony, then nodded toward his car. "I'm gonna get him home. We'll see you in an hour."
Anthony nodded, turning on his heel and walking back toward the school, taking his time. Once he heard both car doors open and shut, he looked down at his watch, checking the time and putting together a likely order of events in his head as he heard Blaine pull out of the parking lot. Making up his mind as to how he wanted to do things, he turned around and headed back to his car to take a nap.
He'd give them two hours. They could count it as an early wedding present.
Kurt nodded, pulling away from Blaine slowly and pulling out his phone. "Yeah, okay. Want me to ask her to pick up your Government homework for you while I'm at it, since you two are in class together?" He asked, needing to have something to focus more than he was worried about Blaine's grades.
Blaine nodded, rubbing Kurt's shoulder gently before letting go of him and walking over to where Anthony was standing. "What the hell happened, Anthony?" He asked, keeping his voice low so that Kurt wouldn't hear him. "The last I talked to him, he was fine. Now he's a wreck."
Anthony sighed, shrugging slightly and looking at Blaine like he wasn't sure how to handle the situation. He had been around the Andersons since before Blaine was born, so the boy was like a nephew to him, but that still didn't give him the freedom to say whatever he wanted. There was a code of conduct to being privy to the kind of information that he knew, and the first line of that code said that he didn't give Blaine, Emma, or anyone else information that he wasn't explicitly given permission to tell them. Keeping an eye on Kurt, he lead Blaine a few steps further away while he figured out what he wanted to say.
"Alright, first of all, this conversation never happened. It's more than my job's worth to tell you, plus your mother would kill me," he said, looking Blaine in the eye to make sure he understood. Once the teen nodded, Anthony nodded over at Kurt and continued. "She wants to see how he handles basically being told that he belongs to you no matter what. She's afraid he's too volatile, wears too much of his heart on his sleeve."
"Of course he does!" Blaine insisted, glaring at Anthony slightly, breaking away from his normally composed demeanor. "If he didn't put too much of himself out there every time he opens his mouth, I wouldn't want to be with him, Anthony!" Realizing that he was starting to get louder, and not wanting to attract Kurt's attention, Blaine took a breath to calm himself down before continuing.
"I have spent my whole life living around people who try their hardest not to feel anything. They push every single damn emotion that they have so far down that seeing them smile is like winning the lottery." He sighed, running a hand through his hair and looking over at Kurt, who seemed to have skipped texting Mercedes in favor of calling her.
"No, I know, so then I said that the only people who even care about Trig are people who're forced to teach it because they aren't talented enough to make money as anything aside from a teacher in Podunk, Ohio," Kurt said, gesturing with the hand not holding his phone and laughing slightly as he listened to whatever Mercedes was saying in response.
Blaine smiled, watching him for a minute before turning back to Anthony. "He is the first person I've met who isn't afraid to tell me when I'm going to far, or not going far enough. He can build me up with a smile or cut me down to size with a smirk. I need someone like him in my life, not some cookie-cutter mob boy who's willing to let me run things however I want just because I'm the boss. I want someone who'll scream in my face when I'm doing something wrong and scream in my face when I'm doing something right..." He trailed off, shrugging slightly.
"I want him. The way he is right now. Heart on his sleeve not optional. If mom can't deal with that, then she and I'll probably be having some sort of massive blowout before it's all said and done, but I don't care. Dad got to make his choice in picking her, I'm making mine."
Anthony waited, making sure the boy was finished before nodding. "Between you and me? He reminds me a lot of your mom when your parents first got together. Doesn't take no for an answer, is willing to work hard to get what he wants..." He smirked, elbowing Blaine slightly. "Has the boss-to-be wrapped around his little finger...."
Blaine laughed softly, nodding without even trying to deny it. "Yeah, he certainly does...I don't know if he realizes it yet, but he does." He sighed, standing up a little straighter and nodding at Anthony, back to being the Blaine Anderson that the bodyguard was used to seeing. "Speaking of which, he wants to go home, skip out on the rest of class for today. Can you take care of that with the office while I drive him home, then just meet us there?"
Anthony nodded quickly, back to business as well. "Sure thing, boss. I'll be there in about twenty minutes." Seeing Blaine shake his head slightly, Anthony tried again. "Thirty minutes?" Another shake of the head. "Boss, you know I can't just let you two fall off the map for the rest of the day. Mr. Hummel's dad alone would have my head for leaving you two alone in the house."
"Just...Give us an hour, please?" Blaine asked, looking at Anthony with the closest he could get to puppy dog eyes without losing his composure. "We need to talk, and it'll be easier if we can do it with no one else around, no matter how discreet."
Anthony sighed, nodding slowly. "Fine. You get an hour. I'll go by Breadstix and pick you two up something, that should give you enough time to talk..." He rolled his eyes at Blaine slightly, punching the boy on the arm gently. "You're gonna get me fired, kid."
Blaine laughed, rubbing at his shoulder (Anthony's idea of gentle was about on par with Mike Tyson's). "Even if I did, Kurt would make me hire you right back, so it'd be fine." He looked at Anthony, then nodded toward his car. "I'm gonna get him home. We'll see you in an hour."
Anthony nodded, turning on his heel and walking back toward the school, taking his time. Once he heard both car doors open and shut, he looked down at his watch, checking the time and putting together a likely order of events in his head as he heard Blaine pull out of the parking lot. Making up his mind as to how he wanted to do things, he turned around and headed back to his car to take a nap.
He'd give them two hours. They could count it as an early wedding present.