Fic: The times Blaine got courage from Kurt (Part 3), glee
Title The times Blaine got courage from Kurt. (Part 3)
Author vanessawolfie
Beta bleedforyou1
Recipient hildigunnur
Character/Pairing Klaine, parents.
Rating PG-13
Word Count 917
Disclaimer Don't own glee or it would be all Klaine.
Warnings/Kinks Angst, fluff, mildly occ!Burt. .... Yeah.
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Kurt nodded and took Blaine’s hand.
“That sounds great,” he said, leading the way downstairs again.
“Dad, can we talk to you for a minute?” Kurt asked his dad, who was sitting on the couch with Finn, watching TV.
Finn looked up along with Burt and Blaine could see he hadn’t known Blaine was in the house.
“Hey man, didn’t know you were here.”
Blaine only nodded, not trusting himself to talk.
Burt seemed to see the delicacy of the situation and walked with them to the kitchen.
“So, what’s wrong Kurt?” Burt asked. Though he was asking Kurt, he was looking at Blaine, who stared at the floor in turn.
Kurt was still holding his hand though and he squeezed it as he started explaining things to his dad.
“You know how Blaine’s dad isn’t as ... accepting as you? Well, they had a fight about us leaving for New York and his dad kicked him out.” Kurt told his dad and Blaine could see by the looks he gave him that he wanted to do so much more than just hold his hand.
It was one the things Blaine loved about Kurt. He always stayed so strong for Blaine and wanted nothing more than to take away all his hurt. There was nothing better than to curl up with Kurt when he was feeling down.
Burt looked at Blaine with sympathy now and Blaine could clearly see where Kurt had got that quality from.
“I don’t know what to say, boys.”
Kurt didn’t let Burt try to figure it out, but kept talking.
“Dad, it would mean a lot if Blaine could stay here. I mean, he needs a place to live and we have the guest room.”
Burt thought it over for a minute, making Blaine and Kurt anxious, but finally said, “There are going to be rules about this. I know you two will be moving in together in just a few months, but while under my roof, you will follow my rules. Blaine will sleep in his room, not yours, Kurt. I’ll make an exception for tonight, because the guest room isn’t cleared out, but from tomorrow, you’ll sleep in separate beds.”
Blaine couldn’t believe it. Not only did he get to live under the same roof as Kurt, with a family that accepted their relationship, but Burt was willing to allow them to sleep in the same bed tonight.
Blaine let go of Kurt’s to reach for Burt’s, shaking it. “I’m so grateful for this, Burt. You can’t know how much this means to me.”
Burt mumbled something like ‘no problem’, but Blaine knew that Burt would do anything to make Kurt happy, something that Blaine would try to do as well.
“Now get upstairs, I have to let my wife know I just took in another teenage boy,” Burt grumbled, looking like he’d just realized what he’d said yes to.
To both Burt’s and Blaine’s surprise, Kurt grabbed his dad in a hug and Blaine thought he heard him whisper ‘thank you’ before letting go and taking Blaine’s hand again.
“Do you have your stuff with you now?” Kurt asked before they got to the stairs.
“Yeah, it’s outside in the car.”
“Let’s go get it.”
*
“That went better than even I expected. I mean, I was pretty sure he’d give into letting you live here, but I thought he’d take the doors to our rooms off the hinges or something. I never could’ve dreamed he’d let us spend the night here. Not that I mind,” Kurt was babbling, doing the quick version of his night-cream thing.
Blaine was already in his pajama pants, lying on the bed, waiting for Kurt to join him. He was trying hard not to think about why he was living at Kurt’s now, instead opting to think about the fact that he would get to spend the night in Kurt’s arms and bed.
When Kurt was done, Blaine propped himself up on one elbow to beckon him to the bed.
“Stop fussing about your hair, we’re going to sleep, not out clubbing. Get on this bed so I can cuddle you to death.” Blaine was getting desperate, he hadn’t touched Kurt since they’d reached the room again and Kurt was the only thing holding Blaine together at this point. Talking to Burt, getting his stuff from the car, getting ready to sleep in Kurt’s bed, it was all making the whole
situation much more real than Blaine was ready for.
Kurt took one look at him and hurried under the covers. Blaine realized, that again, his emotions had failed to notify him before making his body do strange things; he was trembling under Kurt’s hands.
Kurt cuddled him close, so that there was almost nothing between them and whispered in his ear. “I’m so proud of you, Blaine. You’ve stuck with your opinion, stood up to your dad, refused to be bullied by him. I’m not sure I could be as strong as you if I was in your shoes.”
Blaine’s heart warmed as Kurt said those things. “You would if you had someone to fall back on, be strong with you, to be your rock. You’re that person for me Kurt and it means so much.”
As Kurt blushed and leaned in for a kiss, Blaine realized that even though leaving his childhood home was hard, he had a home right here, in Kurt’s arms. And what a glorious one it was.
Author vanessawolfie
Beta bleedforyou1
Recipient hildigunnur
Character/Pairing Klaine, parents.
Rating PG-13
Word Count 917
Disclaimer Don't own glee or it would be all Klaine.
Warnings/Kinks Angst, fluff, mildly occ!Burt. .... Yeah.
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Kurt nodded and took Blaine’s hand.
“That sounds great,” he said, leading the way downstairs again.
“Dad, can we talk to you for a minute?” Kurt asked his dad, who was sitting on the couch with Finn, watching TV.
Finn looked up along with Burt and Blaine could see he hadn’t known Blaine was in the house.
“Hey man, didn’t know you were here.”
Blaine only nodded, not trusting himself to talk.
Burt seemed to see the delicacy of the situation and walked with them to the kitchen.
“So, what’s wrong Kurt?” Burt asked. Though he was asking Kurt, he was looking at Blaine, who stared at the floor in turn.
Kurt was still holding his hand though and he squeezed it as he started explaining things to his dad.
“You know how Blaine’s dad isn’t as ... accepting as you? Well, they had a fight about us leaving for New York and his dad kicked him out.” Kurt told his dad and Blaine could see by the looks he gave him that he wanted to do so much more than just hold his hand.
It was one the things Blaine loved about Kurt. He always stayed so strong for Blaine and wanted nothing more than to take away all his hurt. There was nothing better than to curl up with Kurt when he was feeling down.
Burt looked at Blaine with sympathy now and Blaine could clearly see where Kurt had got that quality from.
“I don’t know what to say, boys.”
Kurt didn’t let Burt try to figure it out, but kept talking.
“Dad, it would mean a lot if Blaine could stay here. I mean, he needs a place to live and we have the guest room.”
Burt thought it over for a minute, making Blaine and Kurt anxious, but finally said, “There are going to be rules about this. I know you two will be moving in together in just a few months, but while under my roof, you will follow my rules. Blaine will sleep in his room, not yours, Kurt. I’ll make an exception for tonight, because the guest room isn’t cleared out, but from tomorrow, you’ll sleep in separate beds.”
Blaine couldn’t believe it. Not only did he get to live under the same roof as Kurt, with a family that accepted their relationship, but Burt was willing to allow them to sleep in the same bed tonight.
Blaine let go of Kurt’s to reach for Burt’s, shaking it. “I’m so grateful for this, Burt. You can’t know how much this means to me.”
Burt mumbled something like ‘no problem’, but Blaine knew that Burt would do anything to make Kurt happy, something that Blaine would try to do as well.
“Now get upstairs, I have to let my wife know I just took in another teenage boy,” Burt grumbled, looking like he’d just realized what he’d said yes to.
To both Burt’s and Blaine’s surprise, Kurt grabbed his dad in a hug and Blaine thought he heard him whisper ‘thank you’ before letting go and taking Blaine’s hand again.
“Do you have your stuff with you now?” Kurt asked before they got to the stairs.
“Yeah, it’s outside in the car.”
“Let’s go get it.”
*
“That went better than even I expected. I mean, I was pretty sure he’d give into letting you live here, but I thought he’d take the doors to our rooms off the hinges or something. I never could’ve dreamed he’d let us spend the night here. Not that I mind,” Kurt was babbling, doing the quick version of his night-cream thing.
Blaine was already in his pajama pants, lying on the bed, waiting for Kurt to join him. He was trying hard not to think about why he was living at Kurt’s now, instead opting to think about the fact that he would get to spend the night in Kurt’s arms and bed.
When Kurt was done, Blaine propped himself up on one elbow to beckon him to the bed.
“Stop fussing about your hair, we’re going to sleep, not out clubbing. Get on this bed so I can cuddle you to death.” Blaine was getting desperate, he hadn’t touched Kurt since they’d reached the room again and Kurt was the only thing holding Blaine together at this point. Talking to Burt, getting his stuff from the car, getting ready to sleep in Kurt’s bed, it was all making the whole
situation much more real than Blaine was ready for.
Kurt took one look at him and hurried under the covers. Blaine realized, that again, his emotions had failed to notify him before making his body do strange things; he was trembling under Kurt’s hands.
Kurt cuddled him close, so that there was almost nothing between them and whispered in his ear. “I’m so proud of you, Blaine. You’ve stuck with your opinion, stood up to your dad, refused to be bullied by him. I’m not sure I could be as strong as you if I was in your shoes.”
Blaine’s heart warmed as Kurt said those things. “You would if you had someone to fall back on, be strong with you, to be your rock. You’re that person for me Kurt and it means so much.”
As Kurt blushed and leaned in for a kiss, Blaine realized that even though leaving his childhood home was hard, he had a home right here, in Kurt’s arms. And what a glorious one it was.