fic: not another soul could love you like my rotten bones do (2/2)
Back to Part One
As they were leaving the school, Kurt realized that it was a sin for Blaine to cover himself up every single day in the completely unflattering layers of the Dalton Academy uniform.
Blaine was now in a pair of dark blue jeans that fit him like a glove with black worker boots along with a slim-fitting gray sweater over a white dress shirt, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows with the cuffs overlapping the sweater.
“Am I overdressed?” Blaine asked, glancing down at his clothes when he noticed Kurt staring at him.
“No. God no. You just fucking…” Kurt shook his head and kept walking towards his car (Finn and Burt had driven up together to drop it off a few days after Kurt began Dalton).
“‘I just fucking’ what?” Blaine prompted, teasing.
“Okay.” Kurt stopped once they reached his car, turning to face Blaine, his eyes dark. “If you want to make it to Lima in one piece, I suggest you stop swearing, gorgeous. It’s highly undapper of you.”
“I have no idea what you’re fucking talking about Kurt.” Blaine answered, shrugging a shoulder.
Kurt growled before shoving Blaine against the side of his car, pinning his body to it with his own, his lips instantly attaching themselves to Blaine’s neck.
“It’s just…really fucking sexy because you’re so…you.” Kurt mumbled against his neck, sucking lightly before pulling away, Blaine’s chest rising and falling quickly under his own.
“I’m the badboy here, gorgeous; you shouldn’t go around talking like that.”
“Maybe you were right and you’re just a really bad influence on me, badboy.” Blaine whispered into his ear before kissing Kurt’s neck, his jaw, his cheek, and finally his lips.
Kurt sucked Blaine’s lower lip into his mouth and bit on it gently, causing the other boy to groan and melt into the car, Kurt’s arm snaking around his waist keeping him upright.
Kurt broke away, eyes fluttering open to look into Blaine’s own lust-blown pupils before pulling away, “Alright, we have plans for today, pretty boy. Stop distracting me.”
“But it’s so much fun.” Blaine whined jokingly, smirking.
And really? Blaine’s smirk should not be that hot. Damn him.
Kurt growled before glaring slightly, “Shut up and get in the car.”
Blaine gave him a smug look before opening the door and jumping into the passenger seat.
They pulled out of Dalton and Kurt instantly grabbed his iPod at the first red light, hooking it up and scrolling through the songs before the perfect one came on. He scrolled through the first minute before hitting play, smirking to himself at the lyrics as he began to sing along
I’m a twit, degenerate young rebel and I’m proud of it.
Pump your fist, if you would rather mess up than put up with this.
I’m a nerd, I chew gum and smoke in your face, I’m absurd.
I’m so bad and I don’t give a damn, I love it when you’re mad,
when you’re mad, when you’re mad.
I’m a bad kid and I will survive
Oh I’m a bad kid, don’t know wrong from right
I’m a bad kid and this is my life
One of the bad kids, don’t know wrong from right
This is my life.
Kurt glanced over to see Blaine roll his eyes but give Kurt a grin. Kurt opened his mouth to sing the chorus, but was surprised when Blaine beat him to it.
Don’t be insecure if your heart is pure
You’re still good to me if you’re a bad kid baby
Don’t be insecure if your heart is pure
You’re still good to me if you’re a bad kid baby
A bad kid baby, don’t be insecure.
“You listen to Gaga?” Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow as the song continued to play in the background.
“I could ask you the same thing Mr. I’m-a-badass-with-my-leather-and-cigarettes.”
“Fuck off.” Kurt growled back in response.
Blaine laughed, singing along with the remainder of the song.
The song shuffled to the next one and Kurt scrunched his nose at it, reaching over for his iPod to change it. His thumb hovered over the screen before tossing it into Blaine’s lap.
“Here. You pick…surprise me.”
Blaine looked over at Kurt, eyes widening slightly.
It was pretty much the unwritten rule of the universe that one does not mess with another person’s iPod and if someone trusts you with their iPod, it’s a big freakin deal.
Blaine scrolled through Kurt’s music, some artists seeming obvious, but others throwing him completely for a loop.
“I didn’t peg you as the Mumford and Sons type.”
Kurt laughed, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, pretty boy.”
Blaine made a noise of agreement as he continued looking through songs, smiling when he landed on a one and instantly hit play.
The familiar slow guitar strings filled the car and Kurt turned his head to look over at him, “Really, Blaine? Really?”
Blaine shrugged, “Hey, you’re the one that had it on here.”
“It’s a good song!” Kurt shot back, defending his musical taste.
“You’re right. It is, which is why it’s playing.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and Blaine grinned, “Come on, I bet you totally love this song and you’re dying to belt it out right now.”
“Am fucking not.”
Blaine’s grin got bigger and he reached over, raising the volume before turning in his seat to face Kurt and began singing,
Tap on my window knock on my door,
I want to make you feel beautiful.
I know I tend to get so insecure,
It doesn't matter anymore.
Kurt kept his eyes on the road but swallowed thickly, feeling Blaine’s eyes burning into the side of his face as he kept singing,
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
He had heard Blaine sing in Warbler practice, but this was different. He began singing out of key and jokingly but as the song progressed his voice got quiet, calmer but more sincere, feeling the music and meaning the words he was singing. He was singing to Kurt instead of just at him.
They came to a red light and Kurt looked over, not saying anything as he reached over and grabbed Blaine’s hand, tangling his fingers with the other boy’s.
**
They got to Lima a little after five pm and to McKinley just before 5:30.
Kurt parked in one of the closest spots and killed the engine.
“So…this is your old school.”
“Yep.” Kurt said, nodding as he stared at the building.
He noticed a few cars in the lot, recognizing a few as belonging to his friends, but for some reason he felt anxious about walking back into the building.
“You okay?” Blaine asked, squeezing his hand gently.
Kurt looked over and nodded, smiling, “Course I am, gorgeous. C’mon, let’s go.”
Kurt knew the weekends tended to be when the sports teams practiced, so he wasn’t dumb enough to walk into the school hand-in-hand with Blaine.
But it didn’t stop him from standing as close to the other boy as he could as they walked up the steps and into the school.
Kurt made a bee line for the choir room, assuming some, if not all, of his friends would be in there.
He opened the door and saw Mike, Tina, Puck, Sam, Brittany and Artie all in the room, the boys tuning up instruments while the girls looked over sheet music
“Hey boys, missed me?” Kurt asked, leaning against the door jamb.
They all looked up and grins instantly appeared on their faces.
“Kurt!” Brittany yelled before rushing over and crushing him in a hug.
Out of the whole Glee club (save Mercedes) Kurt felt closest to Brittany. She never judged him and was a great listener. He kind of hated that the school gave her so much shit because she wasn’t the smartest person at times.
Kurt hugged her back just as tightly, kissing her cheek, “Hey Brit.” He breathed out, letting her go and hugging Tina next.
The girls moved out of the way quickly enough for Puck to come over and engulf him in a bear hug, clapping him on the back roughly, “My boy! We’ve totally missed your badass around here, dude. Shit’s not the same without you.”
“Yeah, I imagine so.” Kurt responded, fist bumping the other guys as they came over.
“Kurt, who’s the boy standing next to you?” Brittany asked suddenly and Kurt’s eyes widened, making him feel like an idiot that he completely forgot Blaine was right next to him.
“Shit um, right. Sorry guys. This is Blaine. Blaine, this is Brittany, Tina, Puck, Sam, Artie, and Mike, they’re members of the New Directions.”
“Hi guys,” Blaine said, waving awkwardly, standing still as Puck gave him a once over.
“Easy Cujo, he’s safe.” Kurt said, rolling his eyes and patting Puck on the shoulder.
“You fuck with our boy and we’ll destroy you.” Puck threatened Blaine, making the other boy actually back up a step.
“Knock it the fuck off, Puckerman.” Kurt growled, shoving him.
Puck stumbled back a step and put his hands up in surrender, “Just watching out for you, bro. Anyways, the others are in the auditorium if you wanna go get a seat now.”
Kurt nodded and grabbed Blaine’s arm, pulling him along, “Sorry about that…after what happened the-” he shook his head and kept walking, “Never mind, let’s just go find the rest of my friends.”
Blaine could do nothing but nod and follow.
The second Kurt walked into the auditorium, he was met with loud screaming and was bum rushed by Mercedes and Rachel, both hugging him tightly.
“Kurt, we’ve missed you so much!” Rachel said loudly, grinning brightly as Mercedes went in and hugged him again.
“Missed you guys too. Where’s that giant of a brother of mine?”
“He’ll be back soon.” Kurt turned around to see Quinn and Santana walking in.
Kurt kissed Quinn’s cheek and hugged her before turning to smirk at Santana.
“Missed me, Homolicious?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Not a fucking chance, bitch.”
Blaine looked on in confusion as they continued to insult each other before laughing and launching themselves at each other, hugging tightly.
These are some weird friendships… He thought to himself.
Mercedes cleared her throat loudly and hip-checked Kurt before blatantly looking over at Blaine.
Kurt rolled his eyes but walked over, nudging Blaine up with his shoulder, “Girls, this is Blaine Anderson. He’s from Dalton. These are Rachel, Santana, Mercedes, and Quinn.”
Blaine smiled at them all and was a bit shocked but accepted it when Mercedes came over and hugged him.
“Nice to finally meet you, Blaine.”
“Finally?” Blaine asked, raising an eyebrow before looking over at Kurt, “You talk about me?” He asked, grinning.
“Shut up, pretty boy. I do not fucking talk about you. I asked her if you could tag along so you wouldn’t be cooped up all day in Gay Hogwarts. That’s it. Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Whatever you say, Kurt.” Blaine replied, grin still in place.
“Well Hummel, I gotta say. Snagging a prep schooler like this? It must be true what they say: the more clean-cut they are the more of a badboy they want.” She said, looking Blaine up and down appreciatively.
“Blow me, Santana.”
“I would, but I think Frodo here already has that covered.”
“Don’t you guys have a show to get ready for or some shit?” He said as he glared, grabbing Blaine by the arm again and tugging him towards the front row.
“Your friends seem…nice.”
“They’re all a bunch of assholes.” Kurt bit back as he dropped into his seat.
Blaine gave him a small smile, “Well then, they’re a bunch of asshole who love you and whom you love in return.”
“Yeah, yeah. Can it, Frodo.”
Blaine pouted, “I’m not that much shorter than you…”
Kurt rolled his eyes, “You just like it when I call you gorgeous, more.”
Blaine didn’t reply, so Kurt knew he was right.
He looked behind him and was surprised that people were actually showing up.
Not a lot, but they were usually used to performing to empty rooms. So even just fifteen-twenty people was a big thing for the New Directions.
Kurt was happy for his friends.
Soon they all took the stage, performing group numbers, duets and solos.
Kurt grinned the whole time and clapped loudly while Blaine cheered as well, he found himself watching Kurt more than the performances.
He liked seeing Kurt like this, happy and with his guard down. It made him look like a teenager instead of some intimidating badass.
Soon it was intermission and both boys got up, Kurt heading towards the stage but Blaine hanging back.
“What’s up gorgeous?” Kurt asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“Nothing, just gotta use the bathroom.”
Kurt nodded and pointed towards the back doors, “Go left all the way down the hall and turn right, it’ll be the first door on the left.”
Blaine nodded and walked off, glancing back behind him to see Kurt sitting on the edge of the stage surrounded by his friends, goofing off happily.
Blaine wished that Kurt showed this side of himself more often.
He made his way to the bathroom quickly and smiled to himself as he washed his hands in the sink.
He liked Kurt, and he wanted more than just random makeouts.
He wanted…he wanted to be his boyfriend.
He snorted and rolled his eyes as he dried his hands. He never thought of himself as the type to go for the badboy, but here is, perfect teacher’s pet Blaine Anderson having a…relationship (could they even call it that?) with Dalton Academy’s resident badass.
If his parents knew, they would flip.
The thought made Blaine smile smugly.
He headed back towards the auditorium with his hands in his pockets when something heavy smashed into him from behind, sending him spiraling to the floor.
“What the hell?!” He said angrily, getting up on his hands to turn his body around and look up.
He locked eyes with someone big and angry-looking in a red letterman jacket.
He stood up shakily and took a step back, “Look, I don’t know who you are so let’s just drop-”
The guy was in his face again, shoving him up against a locker roughly.
“Shut the fuck up, fag. I saw you in the auditorium with Hummel. What, you his new buttboy? Letting him hit that sweet prep school ass of yours?”
Blaine was shoved up against the locker, one of the locks digging painfully into his side as he stared the guy down (or well, up, because seriously, the guy was huge)
“I’m fucking talkin to you, homo!” He yelled angrily, his fist colliding with a locker inches from Blaine’s face.
“You fucking touch him, and I’ll break your arm, Karofsky. Again.”
Blaine jumped and glanced over the jock’s shoulder to see Kurt behind him, looking angrier than he had ever seen the boy.
Karofsky scoffed, glancing behind him, “What’s the matter Hummel? Don’t wanna share? What? Is he payin’ you or somethin’? That it?” He turned his head back around to face Blaine, grinning wickedly.
“I bet I can give you a better time than, Hummel, pretty boy.” Karofsky said quietly, trailing his finger over Blaine’s cheek and down his chest.
Blaine pushed himself father into the lockers and turned his head away, shutting his eyes. The next thing he knew, the weight was off of him and he snapped his eyes open in time to see Kurt roughly shoving Karofsky away from him and punching him in the jaw.
“I fucking told you not to touch him, you stupid fuck!” Kurt yelled, grabbing Karofsky by the hair and throwing him to the ground, kicking him in the gut.
Karofsky grabbed his leg and pulled, sending Kurt straight to the ground and he straddled him, holding Kurt’s arms above his head in a death grip.
“Come on, Hummel. Is that the best you got? Or are you not even trying? I bet you just wanted this to happen, huh? Want to know if I’m better than your prep school boyfriend? Admit it, you want it, fag.”
Kurt’s body flailed underneath Karofsky’s, screaming swear words and threats as he tried to buck the bigger body off of him.
Blaine stood frozen in shock as he watched it all unfold in front of him.
He glanced at Kurt’s eyes and that’s when he saw it.
Under all of the anger and rage, fear laced his eyes.
It was enough to get Blaine to move.
“Get off of him!” He yelled, charging forward and bodily slamming into Karofsky, both of them tumbling to the floor.
Blaine punched him in the face before he even knew what he was doing and then suddenly couldn’t stop punching.
All the pent-up rage he kept inside from years of bullying and torment bubbled to the surface and exploded.
He didn’t stop punching until two arms wrapped around him and pulled him up and off the ground. He didn’t realize what was happening until he felt Kurt’s hand in his tugging, leading them quickly down the hall, past the auditorium, and out into the darkened parking lot.
Kurt let go of his hand the second they were outside and he flew down the steps, raking his hand through his hair roughly, breathing hard.
Blaine stood at the top of the steps and watched as Kurt shoved a hand into his jacket and came out with a cigarette box. He lit one quickly with shaky hands and took a deep drag before dropping it on the ground.
“Dammit!” He yelled, turning and punching the side of the steps, the cement instantly breaking the skin on his knuckles.
“Kurt. Kurt, hey. Stop. Stop!” Blaine yelled, running down the steps and grabbing Kurt’s arm before he could punch again.
“Get off!” He screamed angrily, trying to pull away.
“No.” Blaine shot back.
“Get the fuck off of me!” he yelled again, trying to twist and shove Blaine off.
“No!” Blaine repeated loudly, tightening his grip until he felt the fight slowly leave Kurt’s system. Blaine felt Kurt slump into him and he held on tighter, lowering them both to the ground slowly, keeping his arms around Kurt.
“My last day here…Karofsky he…he cornered me in the locker room.” Kurt said quietly, voice muffled as he turned his head into Blaine’s chest.
“I thought he wanted to fight…and he did, but then he…he kissed me.”
Blaine froze, looking down at Kurt with wide eyes, “What?”
Kurt nodded, Blaine could feel his body shaking.
“I was just…shocked. And when he tried to kiss me again, I punched him in the face…He didn’t like that very much. He grabbed me by the arm and slammed me into the lockers, punching me in the gut before he tried to rip my jacket and shirt off.”
Blaine noted the way Kurt was telling the story, his voice off, distant.
It terrified him.
“When I realized what was happening I reacted quickly. I kicked him in the balls and grabbed his head, slamming him down into one of the benches. It dazed him long enough for me to get out. My dad saw my lip bleeding when I got home and thought it was just another fight. When I told him what happened he…he sent me to Dalton. He used the money he was saving up for a honeymoon for him and my stepmom for me to go.”
Kurt looked up and Blaine had never seen the other boy look so vulnerable before.
“So now you know…I didn’t…I wasn’t sent to Dalton just to get my shit together. I was sent for my safety.”
Blaine frowned sadly down at Kurt before leaning down to kiss his hair, resting his cheek against the top of Kurt’s head.
“I’m sorry that that happened to you. And I’m sorry that you had to leave your school, your friends, everything just to be safe.”
Kurt stayed quiet, so Blaine tried to change the subject. He grabbed Kurt’s hand gently, taking in the scraped and bloody knuckles, “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
“I don’t…I don’t wanna go back in there, Blaine.”
“But your frien-”
“They’ll understand. I’ll text them later.”
Blaine nodded and they stood together, walking over to Kurt’s car.
Kurt took in a deep breath before speaking, looking over at Blaine next to him, “It um, It wasn’t all that bad, I guess.”
“Yeah?” Blaine asked quietly, looking over.
Kurt nodded, looking up to meet his eyes, “Yeah. I mean…I got you out of it…right, gorgeous?”
Blaine wasn’t used to this side of Kurt. He wasn’t used to Kurt looking so fragile and vulnerable. He wasn’t used to the feeling of all-encompassing need to protect someone else coursing through his veins.
“Yeah. Yeah, Kurt, you got me.”
Kurt smiled and reached over to tangle their fingers together.
Everything he had been through, Kurt thought, was worth it.
It was worth it because in the end, he got what he was looking for without even knowing.
He got a boy that didn’t care about any of it.
He got a boy that didn’t care about the smoking or the fighting or the attitude.
He got a boy that just cared about him.
And really, that’s all that Kurt Hummel ever wanted.
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As they were leaving the school, Kurt realized that it was a sin for Blaine to cover himself up every single day in the completely unflattering layers of the Dalton Academy uniform.
Blaine was now in a pair of dark blue jeans that fit him like a glove with black worker boots along with a slim-fitting gray sweater over a white dress shirt, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows with the cuffs overlapping the sweater.
“Am I overdressed?” Blaine asked, glancing down at his clothes when he noticed Kurt staring at him.
“No. God no. You just fucking…” Kurt shook his head and kept walking towards his car (Finn and Burt had driven up together to drop it off a few days after Kurt began Dalton).
“‘I just fucking’ what?” Blaine prompted, teasing.
“Okay.” Kurt stopped once they reached his car, turning to face Blaine, his eyes dark. “If you want to make it to Lima in one piece, I suggest you stop swearing, gorgeous. It’s highly undapper of you.”
“I have no idea what you’re fucking talking about Kurt.” Blaine answered, shrugging a shoulder.
Kurt growled before shoving Blaine against the side of his car, pinning his body to it with his own, his lips instantly attaching themselves to Blaine’s neck.
“It’s just…really fucking sexy because you’re so…you.” Kurt mumbled against his neck, sucking lightly before pulling away, Blaine’s chest rising and falling quickly under his own.
“I’m the badboy here, gorgeous; you shouldn’t go around talking like that.”
“Maybe you were right and you’re just a really bad influence on me, badboy.” Blaine whispered into his ear before kissing Kurt’s neck, his jaw, his cheek, and finally his lips.
Kurt sucked Blaine’s lower lip into his mouth and bit on it gently, causing the other boy to groan and melt into the car, Kurt’s arm snaking around his waist keeping him upright.
Kurt broke away, eyes fluttering open to look into Blaine’s own lust-blown pupils before pulling away, “Alright, we have plans for today, pretty boy. Stop distracting me.”
“But it’s so much fun.” Blaine whined jokingly, smirking.
And really? Blaine’s smirk should not be that hot. Damn him.
Kurt growled before glaring slightly, “Shut up and get in the car.”
Blaine gave him a smug look before opening the door and jumping into the passenger seat.
They pulled out of Dalton and Kurt instantly grabbed his iPod at the first red light, hooking it up and scrolling through the songs before the perfect one came on. He scrolled through the first minute before hitting play, smirking to himself at the lyrics as he began to sing along
I’m a twit, degenerate young rebel and I’m proud of it.
Pump your fist, if you would rather mess up than put up with this.
I’m a nerd, I chew gum and smoke in your face, I’m absurd.
I’m so bad and I don’t give a damn, I love it when you’re mad,
when you’re mad, when you’re mad.
I’m a bad kid and I will survive
Oh I’m a bad kid, don’t know wrong from right
I’m a bad kid and this is my life
One of the bad kids, don’t know wrong from right
This is my life.
Kurt glanced over to see Blaine roll his eyes but give Kurt a grin. Kurt opened his mouth to sing the chorus, but was surprised when Blaine beat him to it.
Don’t be insecure if your heart is pure
You’re still good to me if you’re a bad kid baby
Don’t be insecure if your heart is pure
You’re still good to me if you’re a bad kid baby
A bad kid baby, don’t be insecure.
“You listen to Gaga?” Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow as the song continued to play in the background.
“I could ask you the same thing Mr. I’m-a-badass-with-my-leather-and-cigarettes.”
“Fuck off.” Kurt growled back in response.
Blaine laughed, singing along with the remainder of the song.
The song shuffled to the next one and Kurt scrunched his nose at it, reaching over for his iPod to change it. His thumb hovered over the screen before tossing it into Blaine’s lap.
“Here. You pick…surprise me.”
Blaine looked over at Kurt, eyes widening slightly.
It was pretty much the unwritten rule of the universe that one does not mess with another person’s iPod and if someone trusts you with their iPod, it’s a big freakin deal.
Blaine scrolled through Kurt’s music, some artists seeming obvious, but others throwing him completely for a loop.
“I didn’t peg you as the Mumford and Sons type.”
Kurt laughed, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, pretty boy.”
Blaine made a noise of agreement as he continued looking through songs, smiling when he landed on a one and instantly hit play.
The familiar slow guitar strings filled the car and Kurt turned his head to look over at him, “Really, Blaine? Really?”
Blaine shrugged, “Hey, you’re the one that had it on here.”
“It’s a good song!” Kurt shot back, defending his musical taste.
“You’re right. It is, which is why it’s playing.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and Blaine grinned, “Come on, I bet you totally love this song and you’re dying to belt it out right now.”
“Am fucking not.”
Blaine’s grin got bigger and he reached over, raising the volume before turning in his seat to face Kurt and began singing,
Tap on my window knock on my door,
I want to make you feel beautiful.
I know I tend to get so insecure,
It doesn't matter anymore.
Kurt kept his eyes on the road but swallowed thickly, feeling Blaine’s eyes burning into the side of his face as he kept singing,
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
He had heard Blaine sing in Warbler practice, but this was different. He began singing out of key and jokingly but as the song progressed his voice got quiet, calmer but more sincere, feeling the music and meaning the words he was singing. He was singing to Kurt instead of just at him.
They came to a red light and Kurt looked over, not saying anything as he reached over and grabbed Blaine’s hand, tangling his fingers with the other boy’s.
**
They got to Lima a little after five pm and to McKinley just before 5:30.
Kurt parked in one of the closest spots and killed the engine.
“So…this is your old school.”
“Yep.” Kurt said, nodding as he stared at the building.
He noticed a few cars in the lot, recognizing a few as belonging to his friends, but for some reason he felt anxious about walking back into the building.
“You okay?” Blaine asked, squeezing his hand gently.
Kurt looked over and nodded, smiling, “Course I am, gorgeous. C’mon, let’s go.”
Kurt knew the weekends tended to be when the sports teams practiced, so he wasn’t dumb enough to walk into the school hand-in-hand with Blaine.
But it didn’t stop him from standing as close to the other boy as he could as they walked up the steps and into the school.
Kurt made a bee line for the choir room, assuming some, if not all, of his friends would be in there.
He opened the door and saw Mike, Tina, Puck, Sam, Brittany and Artie all in the room, the boys tuning up instruments while the girls looked over sheet music
“Hey boys, missed me?” Kurt asked, leaning against the door jamb.
They all looked up and grins instantly appeared on their faces.
“Kurt!” Brittany yelled before rushing over and crushing him in a hug.
Out of the whole Glee club (save Mercedes) Kurt felt closest to Brittany. She never judged him and was a great listener. He kind of hated that the school gave her so much shit because she wasn’t the smartest person at times.
Kurt hugged her back just as tightly, kissing her cheek, “Hey Brit.” He breathed out, letting her go and hugging Tina next.
The girls moved out of the way quickly enough for Puck to come over and engulf him in a bear hug, clapping him on the back roughly, “My boy! We’ve totally missed your badass around here, dude. Shit’s not the same without you.”
“Yeah, I imagine so.” Kurt responded, fist bumping the other guys as they came over.
“Kurt, who’s the boy standing next to you?” Brittany asked suddenly and Kurt’s eyes widened, making him feel like an idiot that he completely forgot Blaine was right next to him.
“Shit um, right. Sorry guys. This is Blaine. Blaine, this is Brittany, Tina, Puck, Sam, Artie, and Mike, they’re members of the New Directions.”
“Hi guys,” Blaine said, waving awkwardly, standing still as Puck gave him a once over.
“Easy Cujo, he’s safe.” Kurt said, rolling his eyes and patting Puck on the shoulder.
“You fuck with our boy and we’ll destroy you.” Puck threatened Blaine, making the other boy actually back up a step.
“Knock it the fuck off, Puckerman.” Kurt growled, shoving him.
Puck stumbled back a step and put his hands up in surrender, “Just watching out for you, bro. Anyways, the others are in the auditorium if you wanna go get a seat now.”
Kurt nodded and grabbed Blaine’s arm, pulling him along, “Sorry about that…after what happened the-” he shook his head and kept walking, “Never mind, let’s just go find the rest of my friends.”
Blaine could do nothing but nod and follow.
The second Kurt walked into the auditorium, he was met with loud screaming and was bum rushed by Mercedes and Rachel, both hugging him tightly.
“Kurt, we’ve missed you so much!” Rachel said loudly, grinning brightly as Mercedes went in and hugged him again.
“Missed you guys too. Where’s that giant of a brother of mine?”
“He’ll be back soon.” Kurt turned around to see Quinn and Santana walking in.
Kurt kissed Quinn’s cheek and hugged her before turning to smirk at Santana.
“Missed me, Homolicious?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Not a fucking chance, bitch.”
Blaine looked on in confusion as they continued to insult each other before laughing and launching themselves at each other, hugging tightly.
These are some weird friendships… He thought to himself.
Mercedes cleared her throat loudly and hip-checked Kurt before blatantly looking over at Blaine.
Kurt rolled his eyes but walked over, nudging Blaine up with his shoulder, “Girls, this is Blaine Anderson. He’s from Dalton. These are Rachel, Santana, Mercedes, and Quinn.”
Blaine smiled at them all and was a bit shocked but accepted it when Mercedes came over and hugged him.
“Nice to finally meet you, Blaine.”
“Finally?” Blaine asked, raising an eyebrow before looking over at Kurt, “You talk about me?” He asked, grinning.
“Shut up, pretty boy. I do not fucking talk about you. I asked her if you could tag along so you wouldn’t be cooped up all day in Gay Hogwarts. That’s it. Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Whatever you say, Kurt.” Blaine replied, grin still in place.
“Well Hummel, I gotta say. Snagging a prep schooler like this? It must be true what they say: the more clean-cut they are the more of a badboy they want.” She said, looking Blaine up and down appreciatively.
“Blow me, Santana.”
“I would, but I think Frodo here already has that covered.”
“Don’t you guys have a show to get ready for or some shit?” He said as he glared, grabbing Blaine by the arm again and tugging him towards the front row.
“Your friends seem…nice.”
“They’re all a bunch of assholes.” Kurt bit back as he dropped into his seat.
Blaine gave him a small smile, “Well then, they’re a bunch of asshole who love you and whom you love in return.”
“Yeah, yeah. Can it, Frodo.”
Blaine pouted, “I’m not that much shorter than you…”
Kurt rolled his eyes, “You just like it when I call you gorgeous, more.”
Blaine didn’t reply, so Kurt knew he was right.
He looked behind him and was surprised that people were actually showing up.
Not a lot, but they were usually used to performing to empty rooms. So even just fifteen-twenty people was a big thing for the New Directions.
Kurt was happy for his friends.
Soon they all took the stage, performing group numbers, duets and solos.
Kurt grinned the whole time and clapped loudly while Blaine cheered as well, he found himself watching Kurt more than the performances.
He liked seeing Kurt like this, happy and with his guard down. It made him look like a teenager instead of some intimidating badass.
Soon it was intermission and both boys got up, Kurt heading towards the stage but Blaine hanging back.
“What’s up gorgeous?” Kurt asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“Nothing, just gotta use the bathroom.”
Kurt nodded and pointed towards the back doors, “Go left all the way down the hall and turn right, it’ll be the first door on the left.”
Blaine nodded and walked off, glancing back behind him to see Kurt sitting on the edge of the stage surrounded by his friends, goofing off happily.
Blaine wished that Kurt showed this side of himself more often.
He made his way to the bathroom quickly and smiled to himself as he washed his hands in the sink.
He liked Kurt, and he wanted more than just random makeouts.
He wanted…he wanted to be his boyfriend.
He snorted and rolled his eyes as he dried his hands. He never thought of himself as the type to go for the badboy, but here is, perfect teacher’s pet Blaine Anderson having a…relationship (could they even call it that?) with Dalton Academy’s resident badass.
If his parents knew, they would flip.
The thought made Blaine smile smugly.
He headed back towards the auditorium with his hands in his pockets when something heavy smashed into him from behind, sending him spiraling to the floor.
“What the hell?!” He said angrily, getting up on his hands to turn his body around and look up.
He locked eyes with someone big and angry-looking in a red letterman jacket.
He stood up shakily and took a step back, “Look, I don’t know who you are so let’s just drop-”
The guy was in his face again, shoving him up against a locker roughly.
“Shut the fuck up, fag. I saw you in the auditorium with Hummel. What, you his new buttboy? Letting him hit that sweet prep school ass of yours?”
Blaine was shoved up against the locker, one of the locks digging painfully into his side as he stared the guy down (or well, up, because seriously, the guy was huge)
“I’m fucking talkin to you, homo!” He yelled angrily, his fist colliding with a locker inches from Blaine’s face.
“You fucking touch him, and I’ll break your arm, Karofsky. Again.”
Blaine jumped and glanced over the jock’s shoulder to see Kurt behind him, looking angrier than he had ever seen the boy.
Karofsky scoffed, glancing behind him, “What’s the matter Hummel? Don’t wanna share? What? Is he payin’ you or somethin’? That it?” He turned his head back around to face Blaine, grinning wickedly.
“I bet I can give you a better time than, Hummel, pretty boy.” Karofsky said quietly, trailing his finger over Blaine’s cheek and down his chest.
Blaine pushed himself father into the lockers and turned his head away, shutting his eyes. The next thing he knew, the weight was off of him and he snapped his eyes open in time to see Kurt roughly shoving Karofsky away from him and punching him in the jaw.
“I fucking told you not to touch him, you stupid fuck!” Kurt yelled, grabbing Karofsky by the hair and throwing him to the ground, kicking him in the gut.
Karofsky grabbed his leg and pulled, sending Kurt straight to the ground and he straddled him, holding Kurt’s arms above his head in a death grip.
“Come on, Hummel. Is that the best you got? Or are you not even trying? I bet you just wanted this to happen, huh? Want to know if I’m better than your prep school boyfriend? Admit it, you want it, fag.”
Kurt’s body flailed underneath Karofsky’s, screaming swear words and threats as he tried to buck the bigger body off of him.
Blaine stood frozen in shock as he watched it all unfold in front of him.
He glanced at Kurt’s eyes and that’s when he saw it.
Under all of the anger and rage, fear laced his eyes.
It was enough to get Blaine to move.
“Get off of him!” He yelled, charging forward and bodily slamming into Karofsky, both of them tumbling to the floor.
Blaine punched him in the face before he even knew what he was doing and then suddenly couldn’t stop punching.
All the pent-up rage he kept inside from years of bullying and torment bubbled to the surface and exploded.
He didn’t stop punching until two arms wrapped around him and pulled him up and off the ground. He didn’t realize what was happening until he felt Kurt’s hand in his tugging, leading them quickly down the hall, past the auditorium, and out into the darkened parking lot.
Kurt let go of his hand the second they were outside and he flew down the steps, raking his hand through his hair roughly, breathing hard.
Blaine stood at the top of the steps and watched as Kurt shoved a hand into his jacket and came out with a cigarette box. He lit one quickly with shaky hands and took a deep drag before dropping it on the ground.
“Dammit!” He yelled, turning and punching the side of the steps, the cement instantly breaking the skin on his knuckles.
“Kurt. Kurt, hey. Stop. Stop!” Blaine yelled, running down the steps and grabbing Kurt’s arm before he could punch again.
“Get off!” He screamed angrily, trying to pull away.
“No.” Blaine shot back.
“Get the fuck off of me!” he yelled again, trying to twist and shove Blaine off.
“No!” Blaine repeated loudly, tightening his grip until he felt the fight slowly leave Kurt’s system. Blaine felt Kurt slump into him and he held on tighter, lowering them both to the ground slowly, keeping his arms around Kurt.
“My last day here…Karofsky he…he cornered me in the locker room.” Kurt said quietly, voice muffled as he turned his head into Blaine’s chest.
“I thought he wanted to fight…and he did, but then he…he kissed me.”
Blaine froze, looking down at Kurt with wide eyes, “What?”
Kurt nodded, Blaine could feel his body shaking.
“I was just…shocked. And when he tried to kiss me again, I punched him in the face…He didn’t like that very much. He grabbed me by the arm and slammed me into the lockers, punching me in the gut before he tried to rip my jacket and shirt off.”
Blaine noted the way Kurt was telling the story, his voice off, distant.
It terrified him.
“When I realized what was happening I reacted quickly. I kicked him in the balls and grabbed his head, slamming him down into one of the benches. It dazed him long enough for me to get out. My dad saw my lip bleeding when I got home and thought it was just another fight. When I told him what happened he…he sent me to Dalton. He used the money he was saving up for a honeymoon for him and my stepmom for me to go.”
Kurt looked up and Blaine had never seen the other boy look so vulnerable before.
“So now you know…I didn’t…I wasn’t sent to Dalton just to get my shit together. I was sent for my safety.”
Blaine frowned sadly down at Kurt before leaning down to kiss his hair, resting his cheek against the top of Kurt’s head.
“I’m sorry that that happened to you. And I’m sorry that you had to leave your school, your friends, everything just to be safe.”
Kurt stayed quiet, so Blaine tried to change the subject. He grabbed Kurt’s hand gently, taking in the scraped and bloody knuckles, “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
“I don’t…I don’t wanna go back in there, Blaine.”
“But your frien-”
“They’ll understand. I’ll text them later.”
Blaine nodded and they stood together, walking over to Kurt’s car.
Kurt took in a deep breath before speaking, looking over at Blaine next to him, “It um, It wasn’t all that bad, I guess.”
“Yeah?” Blaine asked quietly, looking over.
Kurt nodded, looking up to meet his eyes, “Yeah. I mean…I got you out of it…right, gorgeous?”
Blaine wasn’t used to this side of Kurt. He wasn’t used to Kurt looking so fragile and vulnerable. He wasn’t used to the feeling of all-encompassing need to protect someone else coursing through his veins.
“Yeah. Yeah, Kurt, you got me.”
Kurt smiled and reached over to tangle their fingers together.
Everything he had been through, Kurt thought, was worth it.
It was worth it because in the end, he got what he was looking for without even knowing.
He got a boy that didn’t care about any of it.
He got a boy that didn’t care about the smoking or the fighting or the attitude.
He got a boy that just cared about him.
And really, that’s all that Kurt Hummel ever wanted.
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