fic: we are everything we hate and need
Title: We Are Everything We Hate And Need
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: speculative season 3 spoilers
Word Count: 2325
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title from the song Reckless Abandonment by The Spill Canvas
Summary: With Blaine at McKinley and Dave finally leaving him alone, Kurt's looking forward to senior year. But when Dave suddenly slushies them in the hall and then runs off without saying a word, Kurt is stuck between anger and worry for the other boy.
Warnings: a bit of angst, some schmoop, lots of self-loathing and awesome Coach Bieste.
A/N: The whole fandom pretty much wants one thing: Blaine getting slushied. And then I read This post. And an hour later, I wrote this. So this is a Blaine getting slushied/Dave coming out fic. (And as usual, not beta'd, so let me know if you spot any mistakes)
“Morning beautiful.”
Kurt jumped before spinning around. He came face to face with Blaine and grinned before closing his locker and leaning against it.
“Hey you.”
Blaine smiled before stepping closer, hands moving of their own accord to tangle his fingers with Kurt’s.
“Walk me to class?” Blaine asked quietly, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head in a way that made Kurt think of a puppy.
“Blaine, we still have twenty minutes before classes.” Kurt answered, thumb rubbing nonsensical patterns on the inside of Blaine’s wrist.
“I know…but what if I get lost? McKinley’s a pretty big school, Kurt.” Blaine replied, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand in his gently.
“You’ve been here for over a week, hun, I’m sure you know your way around the building.” Kurt answered seriously, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
“But won’t you feel really really bad if I make a wrong turn and get lost and you never see me again? What kind of boyfriend would that make you if you willingly let me out there on my own?” Blaine whined, using his puppy-dog eyes on Kurt.
Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes before pushing himself off of the lockers and tugged on Blaine’s hand, “Ugh, I don’t know what I’m going to do with you, Blaine Warbler.”
“Love me forever?” Blaine grinned, walking backwards into the middle of the hall, still holding firmly to both of Kurt’s hands.
“I’ll think about it.” Kurt replied, letting go of one of Blaine’s hands as they turned to walk down the hall.
“Good enough for me.” Blaine said before stopping them a few feet away from Kurt’s locker.
“Blaine, what’s-” Kurt started, but was cut off by Blaine raising his hands and cupping Kurt’s face before closing the distance and kissing him gently.
He broke away a moment later, leaning his forehead against Kurt’s, “I just forgot to do that.”
Kurt grinned before leaning down to kiss Blaine again, both boys smiling into the kiss.
Blaine was just about to deepen the kiss when he felt a sharp sting all over his body.
He broke the kiss gasping to hear shouts of laughter down the hall as cold settled over him, red slushie covering him. It stuck in his hair and slid down his face, making him shiver involuntarily as it quickly seeped through his clothes.
Blaine was frozen in shock, only moving when he felt a thumb under his eye and glanced over to see Kurt trying in vain to clean his face. Blaine was happy to see that barely any hit Kurt, the cold, sticky-red substance mainly just on his face and soaking into the collar of his shirt.
Blaine pushed Kurt’s hand away gently and both boys turned to face who did it.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Dave?! You were supposed to be protecting us!” Kurt yelled, glaring daggers at Dave Karofsky before grabbing Blaine’s hand in his, “You know, I thought you changed. But I guess I was wrong, huh, Karofsky.” Kurt spat out.
Dave stood still in front of them, empty slushie cup dangling from his grasp by his side.
“Are you gonna fucking say anything, or just stand there like an idiot?” Kurt asked angrily, subconsciously taking half a step forward, putting himself in front of Blaine minutely.
Dave stayed silent, but his eyes traveled down to Kurt and Blaine’s clasped hands before clenching his jaw tightly, tears forming in his eyes.
Without warning he dropped the cup and ran.
Ran past Kurt and Blaine and past the other jocks. Ran past other random students, knocking some over in his path. Ran all the way across the building until he got to the locker room door and slammed it open.
He punched random lockers in anger as burning tears began to make their way down his face. He grunted out in frustration as he made his to the back of the locker room, the noise ending in a sob as he dropped onto a bench and leaned over, head in his hands, fingers grasping his hair tightly.
Why?
Why couldn’t he be normal?
Why couldn’t he just fucking let Hummel and his Hobbit boyfriend be fucking happy?
Why couldn’t he have that?
Whywhywhywhywhy?
“Karofsky?”
Dave stiffened before snapping his head up, eyes red and wide as he looked up and saw Coach Bieste standing a few feet away.
He sniffed before standing quickly, clearing his throat and running a hand over his face, “O-oh. Hey coach. Sorry I uh, I gotta get to class.” He muttered, making his way over to walk past her and out of the room as fast as possible.
“Karofsky, wait.” She said, placing a hand on his chest before he could pass by her.
“Coach, really. I need to go.” He said again, voice wavering.
“Dave just…whatever’s going on, just know I’m here to help, yeah? I mean, yes, I’m just your coach, but I’m still here to talk…no matter what’s going on.” Bieste told him quietly, staring him in the eyes.
Karofsky stared her down, waiting for her to move her hand and let him pass, but she didn’t. She just kept staring at him, trying to convey through her actions that she really meant what she said.
And just like that Dave’s composure cracked and he let out a sob before collapsing onto the nearest bench.
He hadn’t cried in front of anyone in seven years and here he was, sobbing in front of his fucking football coach like a goddamned baby.
But he couldn’t help it. The dam holding his emotions in finally cracked and everything was pouring out of him.
Bieste simply sat next to him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder until the tears ebbed away slowly and he was able to speak.
“Coach, I uh…I don’t…football is all I have.”
Bieste scoffed before patting him on the back, “Son, I’m not gonna throw you off the team because you cried in the locker room. You’re one of the best damn players I have.”
Dave shook his head, keeping it down, staring at the floor, “No, no, that’s…that’s not what I-coach I’m not…I’m not normal.” He whispered, voice so quiet she could barely hear him.
Bieste furrowed her brow in confusion before leaning down a bit, trying to get Dave’s attention, “I don’t…I don’t understand, Dave.”
Dave sucked in a shaky breath before looking up at her slowly.
Bieste liked to believe she knew her boys pretty well, but she had never seen such fear on Dave Karofsky’s face in all the time she knew him.
“I-I’m gay, coach.”
The locker room was quiet except for Dave’s hard breathing and he was about to get up and run before Bieste squeezed his shoulder tightly.
“It’s okay.”
“What?” Dave breathed out, shock and disbelief written all over his face, eyes wide, hands shaking.
“It’s okay, Dave.” She repeated again, a bit louder, voice firmer.
“I…I-”
She shook her head before smiling slightly, “Being gay is what you are, Karofsky, it’s not who you are. You’re still a damn good football player and really good kid. You shouldn’t…you shouldn’t be afraid to let others know what you are and you shouldn’t be ashamed of it, either.”
She stood before reaching a hand down to help Dave stand as well, “And one more thing?” She said as they both stood, “Don’t ever say you’re ‘not normal’ because that’s bull. There’s nothing wrong with being gay and being who you are. Remember that, kid.” She told him, smiling gently.
Dave nodded shakily, relief evident on his face.
“Good. Now get out of here and get your ass to class. I can’t have one of my guys late to class and end up in detention.”
Dave cracked a small smile before walking over to the door, “Thanks coach.” He said quietly, glancing behind his shoulder before leaving the room.
**
Kurt turned his head and watched as Karofsky ran down the hall and out of sight before slight pressure on his hand brought his attention back to Blaine.
“Kurt, I-”
Kurt shook his head before tightening his grip on Blaine’s hand and leading them down the other direction and into the bathroom.
He walked them down to the last sink and turned it on, pushing Blaine’s head gently until he moved his head under the faucet.
“Sorry about the hair gel.” Kurt mumbled, running his fingers gently through Blaine’s hair, getting most of the slushie out of it.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” Blaine answered. Kurt finished with his hair and nodded his head next to the sink
“Up.” He told him quietly, making Blaine raise an eyebrow before complying and jumping up to sit on the edge of the counter.
Kurt grabbed a handful of tissue paper and stood between Blaine’s legs, wetting it before bringing it up to Blaine’s face, wiping away at the trails of red still dripping down the other boy’s face.
“I’m sorry.” Kurt said suddenly, making Blaine open his eyes and see tears beginning to form in Kurt’s eyes, but his face was determined.
“I’ll never let that happen to you again, I promise. If I had…if I had seen him coming I would have pushed you away or something-”
Blaine raised his hand to stop Kurt from cleaning his face and make the other boy look him in the eye.
“Don’t.”
Kurt looks at him in confusion, “Don’t what?”
“Don’t say you’ll do that. Push me away or whatever. I don’t ever want you to do that.”
“But Blaine-”
Blaine shook his head before taking the stained paper out of Kurt’s grasp and holding his hand between them, “We’re in this together, Kurt. I love you for wanting to protect me, believe me, I do. So much. But I don’t want anything to happen to you because of me. Or for me.”
Kurt blinked rapidly, making a tear fall and Blaine wiped it away, finger coming away with a trail of red from Kurt’s cheek.
“So you’re willing to get slushied every day?”
Blaine nodded, smiling, “I’m willing to do anything for you. Even get bitch-slapped by an iceberg.”
He brought the wet paper up and began to wipe away at the red stains on Kurt’s face gently, “They can’t touch us, right?” Blaine asked quietly, swiping under Kurt’s mouth.
“Right.” Kurt replied, nodding.
Blaine dropped the paper as Kurt wrapped his arms around his neck and leaned forward to capture Blaine’s lips with his, the kiss gentle and soft but still passionate, making Blaine thankful for the counter under him.
He felt Kurt’s fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck before his hand traveled up, tangling into his still-damp hair.
“I like your hair like this, you shouldn’t use the gel as much.” Kurt mumbled, smiling into the kiss.
“Whatever you say.” Blaine responded, his hands on Kurt’s waist, holding the other boy tightly against his body as Kurt licked Blaine’s lips before slipping his tongue into Blaine’s mouth.
They kissed heatedly for a few more moments before pulling away, panting slightly.
“You taste like cherries.” Kurt mumbled, making Blaine laugh suddenly before leaning forward and licking the cheek that still had trails of red on it.
“So do you.” Blaine whispered in his ear, making Kurt shiver and tighten his grip on Blaine’s curls just as the warning bell rang.
Kurt groaned and dropped his head to Blaine’s chest.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s back and leaned down to kiss Kurt’s hair.
“Come on, we better finish up and get to class.”
Kurt sighed but nodded, lifting his head as Blaine leaned over to wet the paper again and quickly finish cleaning off Kurt’s face before jumping off the counter and looking in the mirror.
His grey sweater was now splashed red and his hair was still sort-of wet, his curls already beginning to fly everywhere.
He met Kurt’s eyes in the mirror and saw how upset the other boy was, obviously still angry at himself that he couldn’t stop this from happening.
Instead of making a big deal about it, Blaine stripped off the sweater, leaving him in a black t-shirt that, even though it had some wet spots, was still moderately clean.
Blaine shrugged before turning and facing his boyfriend, “This will have to do for the day. I’ll just shove this in my locker and clean it later.”
Kurt stared at Blaine before launching himself at him and hugging him tightly, “You’re amazing, you know that?” Kurt mumbled into his neck.
Blaine smiled and huffed out a laugh, hugging Kurt back just as tightly, “Yeah, you might’ve mentioned it once or twice.”
Kurt pulled back to stare Blaine in the eye, “No, really. I mean it. I just…I never really expected to find someone to like me until I was older, like, in my twenties-older. And then you came into my life. And then you did all this stuff for me. I mean, you left Dalton, and now you have to put up with all this, and you’re still smiling. And you’re still, ya know, with me. And you love me for some inane reason. So…yeah, you’re amazing. And you’re perfect. And you’re all I’ve ever wanted…all I’ll ever want.”
Blaine brought his hand up to caress Kurt’s cheek before leaning down to kiss him, “I told you. I’m willing to do anything for you. I do love you, Kurt. More than I ever thought I could love someone else. And some jocks with slushies isn’t gonna change that. Nothing will, alright?”
Kurt nodded as the second bell rang, meaning they were late for class.
Both boys kissed again before tangling their fingers together and walking out of the bathroom.
Screw being late and probably getting detention.
As long as Kurt had Blaine’s hand in his, nothing could bring him down.
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Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: speculative season 3 spoilers
Word Count: 2325
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title from the song Reckless Abandonment by The Spill Canvas
Summary: With Blaine at McKinley and Dave finally leaving him alone, Kurt's looking forward to senior year. But when Dave suddenly slushies them in the hall and then runs off without saying a word, Kurt is stuck between anger and worry for the other boy.
Warnings: a bit of angst, some schmoop, lots of self-loathing and awesome Coach Bieste.
A/N: The whole fandom pretty much wants one thing: Blaine getting slushied. And then I read This post. And an hour later, I wrote this. So this is a Blaine getting slushied/Dave coming out fic. (And as usual, not beta'd, so let me know if you spot any mistakes)
“Morning beautiful.”
Kurt jumped before spinning around. He came face to face with Blaine and grinned before closing his locker and leaning against it.
“Hey you.”
Blaine smiled before stepping closer, hands moving of their own accord to tangle his fingers with Kurt’s.
“Walk me to class?” Blaine asked quietly, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head in a way that made Kurt think of a puppy.
“Blaine, we still have twenty minutes before classes.” Kurt answered, thumb rubbing nonsensical patterns on the inside of Blaine’s wrist.
“I know…but what if I get lost? McKinley’s a pretty big school, Kurt.” Blaine replied, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand in his gently.
“You’ve been here for over a week, hun, I’m sure you know your way around the building.” Kurt answered seriously, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
“But won’t you feel really really bad if I make a wrong turn and get lost and you never see me again? What kind of boyfriend would that make you if you willingly let me out there on my own?” Blaine whined, using his puppy-dog eyes on Kurt.
Kurt sighed and rolled his eyes before pushing himself off of the lockers and tugged on Blaine’s hand, “Ugh, I don’t know what I’m going to do with you, Blaine Warbler.”
“Love me forever?” Blaine grinned, walking backwards into the middle of the hall, still holding firmly to both of Kurt’s hands.
“I’ll think about it.” Kurt replied, letting go of one of Blaine’s hands as they turned to walk down the hall.
“Good enough for me.” Blaine said before stopping them a few feet away from Kurt’s locker.
“Blaine, what’s-” Kurt started, but was cut off by Blaine raising his hands and cupping Kurt’s face before closing the distance and kissing him gently.
He broke away a moment later, leaning his forehead against Kurt’s, “I just forgot to do that.”
Kurt grinned before leaning down to kiss Blaine again, both boys smiling into the kiss.
Blaine was just about to deepen the kiss when he felt a sharp sting all over his body.
He broke the kiss gasping to hear shouts of laughter down the hall as cold settled over him, red slushie covering him. It stuck in his hair and slid down his face, making him shiver involuntarily as it quickly seeped through his clothes.
Blaine was frozen in shock, only moving when he felt a thumb under his eye and glanced over to see Kurt trying in vain to clean his face. Blaine was happy to see that barely any hit Kurt, the cold, sticky-red substance mainly just on his face and soaking into the collar of his shirt.
Blaine pushed Kurt’s hand away gently and both boys turned to face who did it.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Dave?! You were supposed to be protecting us!” Kurt yelled, glaring daggers at Dave Karofsky before grabbing Blaine’s hand in his, “You know, I thought you changed. But I guess I was wrong, huh, Karofsky.” Kurt spat out.
Dave stood still in front of them, empty slushie cup dangling from his grasp by his side.
“Are you gonna fucking say anything, or just stand there like an idiot?” Kurt asked angrily, subconsciously taking half a step forward, putting himself in front of Blaine minutely.
Dave stayed silent, but his eyes traveled down to Kurt and Blaine’s clasped hands before clenching his jaw tightly, tears forming in his eyes.
Without warning he dropped the cup and ran.
Ran past Kurt and Blaine and past the other jocks. Ran past other random students, knocking some over in his path. Ran all the way across the building until he got to the locker room door and slammed it open.
He punched random lockers in anger as burning tears began to make their way down his face. He grunted out in frustration as he made his to the back of the locker room, the noise ending in a sob as he dropped onto a bench and leaned over, head in his hands, fingers grasping his hair tightly.
Why?
Why couldn’t he be normal?
Why couldn’t he just fucking let Hummel and his Hobbit boyfriend be fucking happy?
Why couldn’t he have that?
Whywhywhywhywhy?
“Karofsky?”
Dave stiffened before snapping his head up, eyes red and wide as he looked up and saw Coach Bieste standing a few feet away.
He sniffed before standing quickly, clearing his throat and running a hand over his face, “O-oh. Hey coach. Sorry I uh, I gotta get to class.” He muttered, making his way over to walk past her and out of the room as fast as possible.
“Karofsky, wait.” She said, placing a hand on his chest before he could pass by her.
“Coach, really. I need to go.” He said again, voice wavering.
“Dave just…whatever’s going on, just know I’m here to help, yeah? I mean, yes, I’m just your coach, but I’m still here to talk…no matter what’s going on.” Bieste told him quietly, staring him in the eyes.
Karofsky stared her down, waiting for her to move her hand and let him pass, but she didn’t. She just kept staring at him, trying to convey through her actions that she really meant what she said.
And just like that Dave’s composure cracked and he let out a sob before collapsing onto the nearest bench.
He hadn’t cried in front of anyone in seven years and here he was, sobbing in front of his fucking football coach like a goddamned baby.
But he couldn’t help it. The dam holding his emotions in finally cracked and everything was pouring out of him.
Bieste simply sat next to him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder until the tears ebbed away slowly and he was able to speak.
“Coach, I uh…I don’t…football is all I have.”
Bieste scoffed before patting him on the back, “Son, I’m not gonna throw you off the team because you cried in the locker room. You’re one of the best damn players I have.”
Dave shook his head, keeping it down, staring at the floor, “No, no, that’s…that’s not what I-coach I’m not…I’m not normal.” He whispered, voice so quiet she could barely hear him.
Bieste furrowed her brow in confusion before leaning down a bit, trying to get Dave’s attention, “I don’t…I don’t understand, Dave.”
Dave sucked in a shaky breath before looking up at her slowly.
Bieste liked to believe she knew her boys pretty well, but she had never seen such fear on Dave Karofsky’s face in all the time she knew him.
“I-I’m gay, coach.”
The locker room was quiet except for Dave’s hard breathing and he was about to get up and run before Bieste squeezed his shoulder tightly.
“It’s okay.”
“What?” Dave breathed out, shock and disbelief written all over his face, eyes wide, hands shaking.
“It’s okay, Dave.” She repeated again, a bit louder, voice firmer.
“I…I-”
She shook her head before smiling slightly, “Being gay is what you are, Karofsky, it’s not who you are. You’re still a damn good football player and really good kid. You shouldn’t…you shouldn’t be afraid to let others know what you are and you shouldn’t be ashamed of it, either.”
She stood before reaching a hand down to help Dave stand as well, “And one more thing?” She said as they both stood, “Don’t ever say you’re ‘not normal’ because that’s bull. There’s nothing wrong with being gay and being who you are. Remember that, kid.” She told him, smiling gently.
Dave nodded shakily, relief evident on his face.
“Good. Now get out of here and get your ass to class. I can’t have one of my guys late to class and end up in detention.”
Dave cracked a small smile before walking over to the door, “Thanks coach.” He said quietly, glancing behind his shoulder before leaving the room.
**
Kurt turned his head and watched as Karofsky ran down the hall and out of sight before slight pressure on his hand brought his attention back to Blaine.
“Kurt, I-”
Kurt shook his head before tightening his grip on Blaine’s hand and leading them down the other direction and into the bathroom.
He walked them down to the last sink and turned it on, pushing Blaine’s head gently until he moved his head under the faucet.
“Sorry about the hair gel.” Kurt mumbled, running his fingers gently through Blaine’s hair, getting most of the slushie out of it.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” Blaine answered. Kurt finished with his hair and nodded his head next to the sink
“Up.” He told him quietly, making Blaine raise an eyebrow before complying and jumping up to sit on the edge of the counter.
Kurt grabbed a handful of tissue paper and stood between Blaine’s legs, wetting it before bringing it up to Blaine’s face, wiping away at the trails of red still dripping down the other boy’s face.
“I’m sorry.” Kurt said suddenly, making Blaine open his eyes and see tears beginning to form in Kurt’s eyes, but his face was determined.
“I’ll never let that happen to you again, I promise. If I had…if I had seen him coming I would have pushed you away or something-”
Blaine raised his hand to stop Kurt from cleaning his face and make the other boy look him in the eye.
“Don’t.”
Kurt looks at him in confusion, “Don’t what?”
“Don’t say you’ll do that. Push me away or whatever. I don’t ever want you to do that.”
“But Blaine-”
Blaine shook his head before taking the stained paper out of Kurt’s grasp and holding his hand between them, “We’re in this together, Kurt. I love you for wanting to protect me, believe me, I do. So much. But I don’t want anything to happen to you because of me. Or for me.”
Kurt blinked rapidly, making a tear fall and Blaine wiped it away, finger coming away with a trail of red from Kurt’s cheek.
“So you’re willing to get slushied every day?”
Blaine nodded, smiling, “I’m willing to do anything for you. Even get bitch-slapped by an iceberg.”
He brought the wet paper up and began to wipe away at the red stains on Kurt’s face gently, “They can’t touch us, right?” Blaine asked quietly, swiping under Kurt’s mouth.
“Right.” Kurt replied, nodding.
Blaine dropped the paper as Kurt wrapped his arms around his neck and leaned forward to capture Blaine’s lips with his, the kiss gentle and soft but still passionate, making Blaine thankful for the counter under him.
He felt Kurt’s fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck before his hand traveled up, tangling into his still-damp hair.
“I like your hair like this, you shouldn’t use the gel as much.” Kurt mumbled, smiling into the kiss.
“Whatever you say.” Blaine responded, his hands on Kurt’s waist, holding the other boy tightly against his body as Kurt licked Blaine’s lips before slipping his tongue into Blaine’s mouth.
They kissed heatedly for a few more moments before pulling away, panting slightly.
“You taste like cherries.” Kurt mumbled, making Blaine laugh suddenly before leaning forward and licking the cheek that still had trails of red on it.
“So do you.” Blaine whispered in his ear, making Kurt shiver and tighten his grip on Blaine’s curls just as the warning bell rang.
Kurt groaned and dropped his head to Blaine’s chest.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt’s back and leaned down to kiss Kurt’s hair.
“Come on, we better finish up and get to class.”
Kurt sighed but nodded, lifting his head as Blaine leaned over to wet the paper again and quickly finish cleaning off Kurt’s face before jumping off the counter and looking in the mirror.
His grey sweater was now splashed red and his hair was still sort-of wet, his curls already beginning to fly everywhere.
He met Kurt’s eyes in the mirror and saw how upset the other boy was, obviously still angry at himself that he couldn’t stop this from happening.
Instead of making a big deal about it, Blaine stripped off the sweater, leaving him in a black t-shirt that, even though it had some wet spots, was still moderately clean.
Blaine shrugged before turning and facing his boyfriend, “This will have to do for the day. I’ll just shove this in my locker and clean it later.”
Kurt stared at Blaine before launching himself at him and hugging him tightly, “You’re amazing, you know that?” Kurt mumbled into his neck.
Blaine smiled and huffed out a laugh, hugging Kurt back just as tightly, “Yeah, you might’ve mentioned it once or twice.”
Kurt pulled back to stare Blaine in the eye, “No, really. I mean it. I just…I never really expected to find someone to like me until I was older, like, in my twenties-older. And then you came into my life. And then you did all this stuff for me. I mean, you left Dalton, and now you have to put up with all this, and you’re still smiling. And you’re still, ya know, with me. And you love me for some inane reason. So…yeah, you’re amazing. And you’re perfect. And you’re all I’ve ever wanted…all I’ll ever want.”
Blaine brought his hand up to caress Kurt’s cheek before leaning down to kiss him, “I told you. I’m willing to do anything for you. I do love you, Kurt. More than I ever thought I could love someone else. And some jocks with slushies isn’t gonna change that. Nothing will, alright?”
Kurt nodded as the second bell rang, meaning they were late for class.
Both boys kissed again before tangling their fingers together and walking out of the bathroom.
Screw being late and probably getting detention.
As long as Kurt had Blaine’s hand in his, nothing could bring him down.
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