The Scent and Sound of You 5/?
Paring: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: G
Word count: 815
Summary: Things are still not right...
Sorry, this is shorter than usual. And might be haphazardly done too...
Chapter 4
Blaine had been tossing and turning in his bed late that night. He couldn’t sleep; not when Kurt had been ignoring his calls all evening. Both boys had been silent during the short drive to Blaine’s house after the horrible encounter in the school halls. But Blaine was aching to know Kurt’s thoughts, how he was really feeling. On the other hand, he didn’t want to make matters worse by blurting out the wrong words.
If anything, Blaine was the sort who carefully weighed out words in his head before actually speaking them. And with Kurt, he felt that their… connection lay precariously on the balance and was at the mercy of the opinions of everyone else in school. So he felt he should be treading carefully in regard to interacting with Kurt. He didn’t want to scare the other boy away. For whatever reason he didn’t care to analyze yet, he felt he had to keep Kurt around with him. The fact that Kurt was starting to withdraw from him was distressing him more than ever.
“Come on, Kurt, pick up,” Blaine whispered, willing the other boy to answer. He waited in vain and eventually fell asleep.
* * * * *
The next morning Blaine asked Brittany to walk him to Kurt’s locker. He could hear Kurt’s voice along with two others’ as they neared, and the talking abruptly stopped.
“Hey,” Blaine started, now feeling very self-conscious. All the practiced words flew out his head. What came out instead was a very sulky, “You didn’t answer any of my calls last night.” Which was so not how Blaine wanted to sound like at all.
“Oh, my phone’s battery was dead and it was turned off while charging,” Kurt replied, which sounded very much like a dismissal.
“I have to go, Blaine. You, too. We’ll be late for class.”
And that was that. Not even a “See you later.” Blaine felt his heart plummet down, leaving a gnawing hole in his chest.
* * * * *
Blaine was in the choir room later that day to dispel the heaviness in his chest by playing some music. No, he convinced himself it wasn’t because Kurt might drop in, because it’s very likely he wouldn’t, but maybe he would.
Sure enough, he heard Kurt’s voice, “Hi, Blaine. I thought I might find you here.”
“Why didn’t you answer my calls, Kurt?” Blaine softly repeated his question earlier that morning.
“I just didn’t want you to get involved with my troubles.” He continued after a bare pause, “It’s my problem. You don’t have to be dragged into it.” Blaine detected a note of sadness and his chest tightened at the thought of Kurt feeling so lonely.
“Kurt, you never have to go through it alone. You can report them to Principal Figgins, and, and, your other friends from Glee club can help.”
“You think I haven’t tried that already?" Kurt replied a little forcefully. "There were never any witnesses when they act out worse than the usual.”
Blaine felt frustrated and angry that he was incapable of giving Kurt any real help.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be of much help to you. I know this may sound lame, but I will always be a willing listener whenever you need someone to talk to.”
Kurt remained quiet for a time, until it became a bit too awkward. Which was, again, distressing to Blaine, because that’s not how they were.
Kurt eventually broke the silence.
“Yeah about that... Maybe we shouldn’t hang out together anymore. I wouldn’t want you to… to… take the heat for any wrong assumptions that everyone might uh, make…”
He rushed in before Blaine could reply. “Not that I’m saying there’s something. I mean, we’ve only gotten to really know each other recently. It’s just, from what happened yesterday, it might get bad for you if you continue to be around me.”
Blaine’s mind was racing, and he was feeling so many emotions. There were so many things he would have wanted to say to Kurt, but he couldn't fathom why he uttered the most meaningless.
“I see.” But he really didn’t. He couldn’t understand how Kurt’s plan was for the best, when right now he was feeling the worst. This is so wrong. But he didn’t know how to make it right.
“Right. So I, uh, I better go.” And with that Kurt turned and left the room.
Kurt gave himself a mental pat on the back for having maintained his calm. But he hadn't been able to utter goodbye. He released a shuddering breath slowly, to keep the lump in his throat from choking him. “Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry,” he chanted to himself.
Rating: G
Word count: 815
Summary: Things are still not right...
Sorry, this is shorter than usual. And might be haphazardly done too...
Chapter 4
Blaine had been tossing and turning in his bed late that night. He couldn’t sleep; not when Kurt had been ignoring his calls all evening. Both boys had been silent during the short drive to Blaine’s house after the horrible encounter in the school halls. But Blaine was aching to know Kurt’s thoughts, how he was really feeling. On the other hand, he didn’t want to make matters worse by blurting out the wrong words.
If anything, Blaine was the sort who carefully weighed out words in his head before actually speaking them. And with Kurt, he felt that their… connection lay precariously on the balance and was at the mercy of the opinions of everyone else in school. So he felt he should be treading carefully in regard to interacting with Kurt. He didn’t want to scare the other boy away. For whatever reason he didn’t care to analyze yet, he felt he had to keep Kurt around with him. The fact that Kurt was starting to withdraw from him was distressing him more than ever.
“Come on, Kurt, pick up,” Blaine whispered, willing the other boy to answer. He waited in vain and eventually fell asleep.
* * * * *
The next morning Blaine asked Brittany to walk him to Kurt’s locker. He could hear Kurt’s voice along with two others’ as they neared, and the talking abruptly stopped.
“Hey,” Blaine started, now feeling very self-conscious. All the practiced words flew out his head. What came out instead was a very sulky, “You didn’t answer any of my calls last night.” Which was so not how Blaine wanted to sound like at all.
“Oh, my phone’s battery was dead and it was turned off while charging,” Kurt replied, which sounded very much like a dismissal.
“I have to go, Blaine. You, too. We’ll be late for class.”
And that was that. Not even a “See you later.” Blaine felt his heart plummet down, leaving a gnawing hole in his chest.
* * * * *
Blaine was in the choir room later that day to dispel the heaviness in his chest by playing some music. No, he convinced himself it wasn’t because Kurt might drop in, because it’s very likely he wouldn’t, but maybe he would.
Sure enough, he heard Kurt’s voice, “Hi, Blaine. I thought I might find you here.”
“Why didn’t you answer my calls, Kurt?” Blaine softly repeated his question earlier that morning.
“I just didn’t want you to get involved with my troubles.” He continued after a bare pause, “It’s my problem. You don’t have to be dragged into it.” Blaine detected a note of sadness and his chest tightened at the thought of Kurt feeling so lonely.
“Kurt, you never have to go through it alone. You can report them to Principal Figgins, and, and, your other friends from Glee club can help.”
“You think I haven’t tried that already?" Kurt replied a little forcefully. "There were never any witnesses when they act out worse than the usual.”
Blaine felt frustrated and angry that he was incapable of giving Kurt any real help.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be of much help to you. I know this may sound lame, but I will always be a willing listener whenever you need someone to talk to.”
Kurt remained quiet for a time, until it became a bit too awkward. Which was, again, distressing to Blaine, because that’s not how they were.
Kurt eventually broke the silence.
“Yeah about that... Maybe we shouldn’t hang out together anymore. I wouldn’t want you to… to… take the heat for any wrong assumptions that everyone might uh, make…”
He rushed in before Blaine could reply. “Not that I’m saying there’s something. I mean, we’ve only gotten to really know each other recently. It’s just, from what happened yesterday, it might get bad for you if you continue to be around me.”
Blaine’s mind was racing, and he was feeling so many emotions. There were so many things he would have wanted to say to Kurt, but he couldn't fathom why he uttered the most meaningless.
“I see.” But he really didn’t. He couldn’t understand how Kurt’s plan was for the best, when right now he was feeling the worst. This is so wrong. But he didn’t know how to make it right.
“Right. So I, uh, I better go.” And with that Kurt turned and left the room.
Kurt gave himself a mental pat on the back for having maintained his calm. But he hadn't been able to utter goodbye. He released a shuddering breath slowly, to keep the lump in his throat from choking him. “Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry,” he chanted to himself.