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Title: Sharing Time
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine; Klaine
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Up to AVGC
Summary: Kurt rants about his Dalton experience. Blaine explains to Kurt why he's been acting the way he has been.
It really wasn't a surprise to Kurt that Blaine noticed something was off. He'd become withdrawn, quiet, even pulling away from his admittedly few friends at Dalton. From everything the Warbler lead singer had seen, this was out of character for the countertenor. He was trying. He was trying extremely hard to fit in, and Kurt just didn't seem to be able.
“You know you can talk to me, right?” Blaine offered a charming smile, and it takes a toll on Kurt's resolve to not melt into a puddle right there. Those perfectly aligned pearly teeth, framed by those adorable, and rather soft-looking lips. Kurt mentally slapped himself. If he was going to explain all this to Blaine, he couldn't be falling over himself in the process.
The countertenor heaved a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging, perfect posture be damned. “I'm not really all that sure about that.” Kurt winced at the look of hurt contorting Blaine's face. “Nothing is what I expected.” Vague, but still the truth.
“How so?”
“There's still harassment, for one.” Kurt mumbled, “Hazing is harassment.”
Blaine feigned innocence, “Hazing?” One look from Kurt told him that younger boy wasn't buying it. “Right, Pavarotti.”
Kurt nodded curtly, “Precisely.” He continued, “I guess when I came here after spying, and you sat down with me along with Wes and David...” He paused to figure out how to say it delicately. “You all were so nice to me. I guess I was hoping it would continue when I transferred.” Blaine didn't miss the fact that he was included in that statement, but he kept quiet. “David really doesn't talk to me much, and I'm pretty sure Wes hates me.”
“David's usually quiet, and Wes hates everyone.” Blaine was aware that was an exaggeration, but he hoped Kurt would roll with it. He wasn't surprised in the least when Kurt called him out on it.
“And then there's you.” Blaine sat up straighter at this. He didn't expect a separate heading just for himself. “I never know what to expect with you. When I first met you, you were kind to me, and frankly I developed a little crush on you.” The teen looked even more shocked at this. “You were everything I needed at the moment. You were supportive, and you led me through a rough time, and I appreciate it.”
Blaine smiled, but his face fell when Kurt kept going. “Then I transferred, and everything seemed like it would be fine. I was wrong. I sing a solo in front of the Warblers, and instead of a pat on the back and 'good job', I get sent packing by Wes, and saddled with a little bird, and then you tell me to tone it down.” Blaine winced, wondering what the hell had been going through his head when he said that.
“I know that was the wrong thing to say, but...”
Kurt cut him off. “Then there's the fact that I don't know where I stand with you. You flirt, you tease, and you get me more worked up than I ever was during the Finn debacle. “ Blaine wasn't aware there had been a Finn debacle, but he figured it was imprudent to mention it at that particular moment. “Then you turn around and shut down any attempt on my behalf to reciprocate. Usually by ruffling my hair. I'm not a kid, and you aren't that much older than I. Hair ruffling is reserved for older family members only, but I digress.”
“I...”
“And by the way, I can't 'tone it down'.” Kurt's demeanor shifted from depression to anger, catching Blaine off-guard. “I am who I am. No one, not even someone I love can change me, and frankly I'm not going to try to do it again. Butch Kurt was not a fun phase.”
“Wait, lo--”
“And furthermore, Glee club is too strict here. At McKinley, it may have been hell, but at least I wasn't stifled.” Blaine felt two pangs of guilt, one for essentially telling him to change himself, and the other for not realizing sooner that Kurt loved him. Kurt continued his tirade. “In New Directions, all we had to do was want to share with everyone, and we sang. It wasn't some oligarchy where only certain had a voice. Here, you practically have to fill out a form in triplicate if you want to sing. Then, you have to get approved, and when you do, you have to choose a song from a preselected list. Which, by the way, I got after Don't Cry For Me Argentina.”
Blaine pressed a finger to Kurt's lips. “Sorry, but I'm still hung up on something.” He leaned in closer, “You love me?”
Kurt froze. He was going back through his rant in his head, and almost shrieked when he realized what he'd said. Realizing it was useless to deny it at this point, he nodded stiffly.
Blaine pressed the heel of his palm again his forehead. “God, I'm an idiot.” Kurt snickered, but otherwise said nothing, allowing him to keep going. “I fell in love the day I saw you on the stairwell. I've been keeping my distance, because you know...”
“No, I really don't.”
“Don't hit me for this.” Blaine smiled weakly, “I figured I was the first gay guy to give you any kind of positive attention and you were latching onto it. I didn't want to let myself get in deep because I didn't want to get hurt again.”
And then it was Kurt's turn to feel like an ass. “What do you mean?”
“At my old school, I was the only out gay kid, just like you.” Blaine started, wrapping his arms around his knees. Kurt was stricken how small he looked like that. Blaine without confidence was like Kurt without fashion, it looked wrong. “Difference was that the one closet case actually liked me. We went out in secret for a little while.” He laughed humorlessly and Kurt decided then that if he had anything to say about it, Blaine would never make that sound again. “Long enough for me to give it up. Ripe old age of fifteen, and I was no longer a virgin.”
Kurt smiled sadly, and placed a comforting hand on Blaine's arm. When he started his tirade, he really didn't expect it to take this particular turn.
“Later, when I wanted to be a public couple, he shot me down. Said he wasn't ready. I didn't want to be someone's dirty little secret, and he broke up with me.” Blaine sniffled, and Kurt realized with a jolt that the older teen was actually crying. “Broke my heart in the process. He was actually part of the reason I transferred. After we broke up he got with the sluttiest girl in school and proceeded to have a whole hate campaign dedicated to me.”
Kurt smiled, placing a finger under Blaine's chin and tilting it up. “I vow I won't break your heart.” He smiled wider, “On the plus side, I have no issues being public, so you wouldn't be a secret.”
That made Blaine crack a reluctant smile. Maybe there was hope for them after all. “Are you asking to be my boyfriend, Kurt Hummel?”
“I do believe I am. So no more stringing me along?”
“I wasn't aware I was, but it won't happen any more.”
See? Hope.
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine; Klaine
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Up to AVGC
Summary: Kurt rants about his Dalton experience. Blaine explains to Kurt why he's been acting the way he has been.
It really wasn't a surprise to Kurt that Blaine noticed something was off. He'd become withdrawn, quiet, even pulling away from his admittedly few friends at Dalton. From everything the Warbler lead singer had seen, this was out of character for the countertenor. He was trying. He was trying extremely hard to fit in, and Kurt just didn't seem to be able.
“You know you can talk to me, right?” Blaine offered a charming smile, and it takes a toll on Kurt's resolve to not melt into a puddle right there. Those perfectly aligned pearly teeth, framed by those adorable, and rather soft-looking lips. Kurt mentally slapped himself. If he was going to explain all this to Blaine, he couldn't be falling over himself in the process.
The countertenor heaved a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging, perfect posture be damned. “I'm not really all that sure about that.” Kurt winced at the look of hurt contorting Blaine's face. “Nothing is what I expected.” Vague, but still the truth.
“How so?”
“There's still harassment, for one.” Kurt mumbled, “Hazing is harassment.”
Blaine feigned innocence, “Hazing?” One look from Kurt told him that younger boy wasn't buying it. “Right, Pavarotti.”
Kurt nodded curtly, “Precisely.” He continued, “I guess when I came here after spying, and you sat down with me along with Wes and David...” He paused to figure out how to say it delicately. “You all were so nice to me. I guess I was hoping it would continue when I transferred.” Blaine didn't miss the fact that he was included in that statement, but he kept quiet. “David really doesn't talk to me much, and I'm pretty sure Wes hates me.”
“David's usually quiet, and Wes hates everyone.” Blaine was aware that was an exaggeration, but he hoped Kurt would roll with it. He wasn't surprised in the least when Kurt called him out on it.
“And then there's you.” Blaine sat up straighter at this. He didn't expect a separate heading just for himself. “I never know what to expect with you. When I first met you, you were kind to me, and frankly I developed a little crush on you.” The teen looked even more shocked at this. “You were everything I needed at the moment. You were supportive, and you led me through a rough time, and I appreciate it.”
Blaine smiled, but his face fell when Kurt kept going. “Then I transferred, and everything seemed like it would be fine. I was wrong. I sing a solo in front of the Warblers, and instead of a pat on the back and 'good job', I get sent packing by Wes, and saddled with a little bird, and then you tell me to tone it down.” Blaine winced, wondering what the hell had been going through his head when he said that.
“I know that was the wrong thing to say, but...”
Kurt cut him off. “Then there's the fact that I don't know where I stand with you. You flirt, you tease, and you get me more worked up than I ever was during the Finn debacle. “ Blaine wasn't aware there had been a Finn debacle, but he figured it was imprudent to mention it at that particular moment. “Then you turn around and shut down any attempt on my behalf to reciprocate. Usually by ruffling my hair. I'm not a kid, and you aren't that much older than I. Hair ruffling is reserved for older family members only, but I digress.”
“I...”
“And by the way, I can't 'tone it down'.” Kurt's demeanor shifted from depression to anger, catching Blaine off-guard. “I am who I am. No one, not even someone I love can change me, and frankly I'm not going to try to do it again. Butch Kurt was not a fun phase.”
“Wait, lo--”
“And furthermore, Glee club is too strict here. At McKinley, it may have been hell, but at least I wasn't stifled.” Blaine felt two pangs of guilt, one for essentially telling him to change himself, and the other for not realizing sooner that Kurt loved him. Kurt continued his tirade. “In New Directions, all we had to do was want to share with everyone, and we sang. It wasn't some oligarchy where only certain had a voice. Here, you practically have to fill out a form in triplicate if you want to sing. Then, you have to get approved, and when you do, you have to choose a song from a preselected list. Which, by the way, I got after Don't Cry For Me Argentina.”
Blaine pressed a finger to Kurt's lips. “Sorry, but I'm still hung up on something.” He leaned in closer, “You love me?”
Kurt froze. He was going back through his rant in his head, and almost shrieked when he realized what he'd said. Realizing it was useless to deny it at this point, he nodded stiffly.
Blaine pressed the heel of his palm again his forehead. “God, I'm an idiot.” Kurt snickered, but otherwise said nothing, allowing him to keep going. “I fell in love the day I saw you on the stairwell. I've been keeping my distance, because you know...”
“No, I really don't.”
“Don't hit me for this.” Blaine smiled weakly, “I figured I was the first gay guy to give you any kind of positive attention and you were latching onto it. I didn't want to let myself get in deep because I didn't want to get hurt again.”
And then it was Kurt's turn to feel like an ass. “What do you mean?”
“At my old school, I was the only out gay kid, just like you.” Blaine started, wrapping his arms around his knees. Kurt was stricken how small he looked like that. Blaine without confidence was like Kurt without fashion, it looked wrong. “Difference was that the one closet case actually liked me. We went out in secret for a little while.” He laughed humorlessly and Kurt decided then that if he had anything to say about it, Blaine would never make that sound again. “Long enough for me to give it up. Ripe old age of fifteen, and I was no longer a virgin.”
Kurt smiled sadly, and placed a comforting hand on Blaine's arm. When he started his tirade, he really didn't expect it to take this particular turn.
“Later, when I wanted to be a public couple, he shot me down. Said he wasn't ready. I didn't want to be someone's dirty little secret, and he broke up with me.” Blaine sniffled, and Kurt realized with a jolt that the older teen was actually crying. “Broke my heart in the process. He was actually part of the reason I transferred. After we broke up he got with the sluttiest girl in school and proceeded to have a whole hate campaign dedicated to me.”
Kurt smiled, placing a finger under Blaine's chin and tilting it up. “I vow I won't break your heart.” He smiled wider, “On the plus side, I have no issues being public, so you wouldn't be a secret.”
That made Blaine crack a reluctant smile. Maybe there was hope for them after all. “Are you asking to be my boyfriend, Kurt Hummel?”
“I do believe I am. So no more stringing me along?”
“I wasn't aware I was, but it won't happen any more.”
See? Hope.