Fic: I Can't Move the Mountains for You (1/1)
Media: Fic
Title: I Can't Move the Mountains for You (1/1)
Rating: PG-13 (for light swearing and kissing)
Spoilers: The existence of Blaine/upcoming episode spoilers (hopefully?)
Word Count: 2,806
Summary: Kurt has a slight meltdown. Blaine makes him feel better by saying nice things.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Glee related and do not wish to be sued.
A/N: Title comes from the song "Timshel" by Mumford & Sons. I know I'm supposed to be working on the other story right now, but after the Golden Globes I felt the need to write something ~~fluffy and happy.~~
It's not like Kurt hasn't tried to stand up for himself before. No, he's shouted and pushed back, all the while never completely losing his cool. He even chased his fears right into the locker room and ended up getting quite more than what he had bargained for.
But what is he still having to fight for? His right to be happy? To love? To be himself? To live?
These are all the questions that Kurt Hummel wonders on a daily basis. He hopes each time he wakes up that something has changed in the world that now lets him go by just one day with feeling like he deserves to be here. Is it unfair for him to want so much? Sometimes, Kurt thinks so. The people that have pushed him back have given him a nice hole to dig himself in. He's been inside himself far too long, and the worst part is that he forgets he's lost down there. It's just become a part of who he is.
But then there's this new kid in Kurt's life, in fact, this boy has taken up a large portion of Kurt's thoughts for a good four months now. Kurt thinks great things about this boy. He's becoming his reason to be happy, his reason for still loving, his reason to want to live as himself as long as he can.
And Kurt knows he shouldn't put so much pressure on this other boy to become all that Kurt hopes he'll become, because Kurt himself isn't sure he wants to hope for so much too quickly. That action always ends badly. But Kurt thinks maybe this time it won't. However, he thinks that a certain opportunity has picked the worst time in his life to drop in.
He thinks this on a Friday afternoon outside of his French class, indeed his last French class at Dalton Academy.
"I can't leave now, I can't," He says to the boy walking next to him in Dalton's courtyard. Cold wind and snow flurries still ever present in this winter Ohio weather.
The other boy turns to his now-shaking friend. "Kurt, please calm down. Come to my room. We'll talk. You still have the weekend to pack," this collected, dark-brown haired boy says, quickly taking Kurt by the arm and guiding him back to the dormitory.
Once inside, the boy gently tells Kurt to sit down on the bed, and tells him he'll be right back to go get him a glass of water from the drinking fountain straight outside the door.
Kurt sometimes feels like it was a mistake for him to tell his glee club teacher that he was in love with this boy. And again, once Kurt starts thinking about his old teacher, he remembers that on Monday he will be back with his choir mates, his friends, his family, his life. The last few months have been a vacation--a getaway.
"Sorry," the boy smiles as he enters the bedroom again, "The water was really warm, and it wasn't getting any colder, so I went down to the lobby and put some ice cubes in it. Sorry I took so long."
Kurt looks up at the boy standing before him and speaks in utter seriousness, "No, you, Blaine, came just in time."
Kurt loves Blaine's heart. He can't think to say it any other way. His passion, his modesty, his wisdom--all of these can be seen in Blaine's face on any given day. Right now, Kurt knows Blaine is displaying his innocence and gratitude. Blaine never takes a compliment and dismisses it.
When Kurt tells Blaine he is grateful for everything Blaine has done for him, Blaine puts his hand over Kurt's and squeezes it earnestly. "Well then, where can I start with you?"
"At the beginning," Kurt suggests quietly, feeling his entire body warm just due to the touch of Blaine's hand over his own.
"The beginning? Well, that would imply that there's a middle and an end. Do you really think there is one right now?" Blaine asks, choosing to now stroke his calloused thumb over Kurt's soft hands.
Kurt's inward smile quickly turns into a small outward grin as he tilts his head down, leaning it up against Blaine's shoulder.
"Because I thought we were still at the beginning, which of course, I'd love to tell you about, but I'm sure you've already gotten a good idea of the rough draft," Blaine says.
"Are you going to continue with this writing metaphor, or can I just keep telling you how much I want to stay here with you?" Kurt raises an eyebrow playfully, pulling his head back to look directly at Blaine. Blaine smiles, but he pretends to look hurt by Kurt's lack of admiration for his well thought-out metaphor.
Blaine sighs and pulls Kurt down on the bed so he can hold him, "Well, you know I'll come see you, and you know that we'll definitely be seeing each other at Regionals. That's a given now."
Kurt tucks his head under Blaine's chin. "No, it's not a given. Even though Karofsky's let down on the harassing, there's still twenty other guys that are just as eager to make my life a living hell."
Blaine frowns and starts stroking Kurt's hair gently, "I'll protect you."
Kurt lifts his head up slightly to look up at Blaine again, "You can't. You're here, and you can't come around all the time. It's too far."
Blaine looks down at him a little sadly, "I know, but I don't know what to do, either. I'm going to miss you, and I wish my parents would pay to have you stay here. This really, like, sucks."
Kurt smiles and nods in reply. As Kurt maps out the details of Blaine's face with his eyes, possibly for one of the last times, he looks at him curiously. "How come..." Kurt drifts off, face starting to slightly burn with the idea of humiliating rejection.
Blaine looks at him curiously in return, "How come what?"
Kurt bites his lip, "How come we've never kissed?"
Blaine looks down at him, this time his face matching Kurt's look of embarrassment. "Huh? What? Um." Blaine unlocks his arms from Kurt and sits up, staring at the boy now sitting-up across from him. "Well, we're not going out, I guess is the reason. Um, I mean, should-uh, I don't know. I wasn't sure you were ready?"
Kurt tilts his head to the side, stares at Blaine with a complete " Come. on." look.
Blaine licks his lips subconsciously, and Kurt takes it as an invitation to question Blaine further. "Because I'm going to be leaving Sunday morning. That gives us two days left to spend time together, besides you coming down random weekends to see your aunt and to stop by and see me, too. And I think we've done enough cuddling and enough just...teasing." He sighs and plays with the hem of his jacket as a result of being too nervous.
"You've told me you like me, and you've held my hand in public, and maybe I'm just old-fashioned, but I just feel like you should be making the first move. Tell me if I'm wrong."
Blaine smirks softly, not forgetting to blush first, and scoots himself closer to Kurt. "Honestly, I don't know why I kept making excuses for this. I just thought all this time that you just liked me because I liked singing, and I was your age, and also gay, but it took me up until last week to realize that you actually like me. But I thought it was too late to try anything, because I knew you'd be leaving this weekend, and I didn't want to do that to you. I'm sorry, Kurt. I didn't mean to do this."
Kurt can't help but feel like he wants to cry, and whimpers softly as he speaks, "Then don't."
He presses his lips against Blaine's, and then after a couple seconds, pulls back-- his heart beating faster than once thought humanly possible.
It takes Blaine's eyes a few seconds to focus back on Kurt's, his mouth slightly agape, but he stares back at Kurt, and soon leans back in to let his lips do the talking.
----
When they start to get comfortable with kissing each other, Blaine moves his lips to Kurt's neck, sucking softly on the exposed areas of skin, making Kurt moan softly in reply. Kurt pulls Blaine's head up to kiss him harder, and they spend two more hours just touching, kissing, and slightly laughing, happy to be finally doing what both of them have wanted since the first time they met.
"Excuse me! Um, hi, can I ask you a question? I'm-I'm new here."
Blaine looks deep into Kurt's eyes, slowly smirking as Kurt looks side to side, wondering why Blaine's staring at him so hard. "What? Don't look at me like that, it's scary."
Blaine laughs and takes Kurt's hands in his. "Do you realize that your first words to me were 'Excuse me'? Like, forever, that will be your first words to me. The reason I fell in lo--" Blaine cuts himself off and now stares at Kurt's hands instead of his eyes.
Kurt smirks a little and tilts his head down to make Blaine's eyes meet his. "It's okay, Blaine... You can tell me, you know. I'll say it back..."
"You will?" Blaine looks at him, his face caught between trying to be playful and trying not to look terrified. But Kurt nods reassuringly and leans back a little to give Blaine space.
"Kurt Hummel," Blaine starts, taking a small breath before continuing, "I'm in love with you. Completely. Utterly. Entirely in love. I do believe so, yes."
Kurt was never sure when the Best Moment in his life would occur, but right now, he's pretty sure this moment is it.
Kurt, meet Best Moment in Life. Best Moment in Life, Kurt.
"No." Kurt says quickly, shaking his head at Blaine. Blaine's brb-confessing-my-soul facial expression changes to complete despair. "What?" Blaine says, confusedly, "I thought...you would--" But Blaine is cut off by Kurt taking Blaine's hand in his own.
"No, I mean, don't say in love." Kurt sighs and squeezes Blaine's hand a little for reassurance that his speech will end in good words. "I didn't mean to reject you, that's not what I meant by 'no.' I just--Saying 'in love' makes it sound like you're in something; something that has you trapped, whether it feels like it's a good or a bad thing. I don't want to define us as being in something."
He bites his lip a little and starts talking faster, "I'm sorry that I'm making this complicated. I'll just be quiet. You can kiss me again, and we can be on our merry way with things."
Blaine's smile makes Kurt's heart pound out of his chest probably at an unhealthily fast rate.
Was it too many Red Bulls that did him in? Was he on drugs?
No, it was due to that one kid that sang that radio-friendly "Hey, Soul Sister" song by Train. Damn him. We lost a good one.
"I think you're right, Kurt," Blaine smirks playfully, "You should just be quiet, but before I kiss you, I have something to say, since you so quickly ruined my true heart confessions."
He folds his legs on the bed, looking over at Kurt. "Now, I'm not really sure what you were just saying exactly, but I think I know what you meant." He smiles and holds Kurt's hand again, "I don't want you to ever feel like you're trapped. If you stop liking me one day, then so be it."
At this, a look of panic spreads across Kurt's face and he shakes his head to say 'no, that would never happen.'
Blaine smiles and continues, "You're really special, Kurt. I want to show you off to the world. I want to sing 'I Think I Love You' by The Partridge Family outside your window at four in the morning while holding a radio above my head in the rain, and to be the first guy you kiss in public."
"I know you're afraid of going back to school, and I know that there are some awful people that are going to make you feel terrible sometimes," At his own words, Blaine clenches his jaw to show his disgust with what's bound to happen to Kurt back at McKinley, "But if I can help it, I want to assure you that there are good things to look forward to in the world. And you're right, I don't want you to feel like I'm your only reason for being happy, because that's not what we should be for each other. We should just help guide each other along and always make each other feel loved."
Kurt looks at Blaine, and for the first time he thinks, 'No, it would be okay to fall in love with this guy, because I'd rather be trapped in anything with Blaine, then ever be free if I had the choice.'
"I think you should just disregard what I said about falling 'in' love. It's totally ridiculous. I don't care what happens to me, just take me, Mr. Anderson. Make me stay, please." At this, Blaine laughs slightly and pulls Kurt down on the bed with him, rolling on top of him and pinning Kurt's arms down.
Kurt looks up at him and smirks, "What are you doing?"
Blaine smirks back at him, "Making you stay."
Kurt nods his approval and brings Blaine's head down in order to kiss him.
----
The morning is surprisingly warm, allowing Kurt and Blaine to walk around the courtyard one last time together before Kurt's dad shows up in his pick-up truck. Blaine skipped his Sunday study session with some of the Warblers in order to spend all this morning with Kurt.
"You need to come down this weekend. Mercedes insists we come over her house for dinner, and I know my dad wants to get to know you better, now." Kurt says as they pass one of the large frozen fountains. "He wants to embarrass me, basically."
Blaine smirks and nudges his now boyfriend lightly, "Well, now he finally gets to! Only the best for his only son, you know?"
Kurt blushes and shakes his head, "Oh, God, never mind. Never come see me, please. It'll save us both."
Blaine grins a little and hops in front of Kurt to prevent him from walking any further. Kurt laughs, but the laugh soon subsides as Kurt realizes what will really happen if Blaine ever does come down to see him.
"What?" Blaine frowns, wondering why his boyfriend is suddenly looking so pitiful.
"You really shouldn't come see me. You could get hurt." Kurt says, biting his lip.
"Me? Nah. These slushies you speak of don't seem to be able to break bones. I think I'm good."
Kurt tries to look serious, but smiles regardless, "No, I'm serious! No one in my town will welcome us. You can come to my house anytime, but don't plan on picking me up from school any random day."
As Blaine shrugs Kurt's warning off, Kurt continues to just remind himself of all the struggles he's had to face before coming to Dalton; how many more encounters with bullies he's going to have and dealing with the pressure of being accepted in society. He doesn't know if he wants to leave his vacation home anymore, especially when its main attraction is a one and only Blaine Anderson.
But Kurt remembers what Blaine said about not making Blaine his only reason for feeling happy. He needs to stay focused and have that ever-lasting word "courage" stick with him.
----
Kurt now watches Blaine say hello to Mr. Hummel, watches Blaine smile and be polite. He wonders how a Friday night dinner would go at the Hummelson household, or even more terrifying, how dinner would be at the Anderson house. Would Blaine's parents like him eventually?
And eventually--a word that suggests a future for the two boys. A promising future, Kurt feels.
Kurt knows that Blaine wants to be Kurt's everything, but they both know that they're too new to the world to have experienced Everything just yet. So, for now, they will be each others Something, even if in the larger scheme of things, their interactions in their youth meant nothing.
But no, Kurt knows, even as he reminds himself to not take Blaine or love so seriously just yet; he knows this time means something, because even as he struggles through these next few years, he knows for once in his life that he's finally not alone.
Title: I Can't Move the Mountains for You (1/1)
Rating: PG-13 (for light swearing and kissing)
Spoilers: The existence of Blaine/upcoming episode spoilers (hopefully?)
Word Count: 2,806
Summary: Kurt has a slight meltdown. Blaine makes him feel better by saying nice things.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Glee related and do not wish to be sued.
A/N: Title comes from the song "Timshel" by Mumford & Sons. I know I'm supposed to be working on the other story right now, but after the Golden Globes I felt the need to write something ~~fluffy and happy.~~
It's not like Kurt hasn't tried to stand up for himself before. No, he's shouted and pushed back, all the while never completely losing his cool. He even chased his fears right into the locker room and ended up getting quite more than what he had bargained for.
But what is he still having to fight for? His right to be happy? To love? To be himself? To live?
These are all the questions that Kurt Hummel wonders on a daily basis. He hopes each time he wakes up that something has changed in the world that now lets him go by just one day with feeling like he deserves to be here. Is it unfair for him to want so much? Sometimes, Kurt thinks so. The people that have pushed him back have given him a nice hole to dig himself in. He's been inside himself far too long, and the worst part is that he forgets he's lost down there. It's just become a part of who he is.
But then there's this new kid in Kurt's life, in fact, this boy has taken up a large portion of Kurt's thoughts for a good four months now. Kurt thinks great things about this boy. He's becoming his reason to be happy, his reason for still loving, his reason to want to live as himself as long as he can.
And Kurt knows he shouldn't put so much pressure on this other boy to become all that Kurt hopes he'll become, because Kurt himself isn't sure he wants to hope for so much too quickly. That action always ends badly. But Kurt thinks maybe this time it won't. However, he thinks that a certain opportunity has picked the worst time in his life to drop in.
He thinks this on a Friday afternoon outside of his French class, indeed his last French class at Dalton Academy.
"I can't leave now, I can't," He says to the boy walking next to him in Dalton's courtyard. Cold wind and snow flurries still ever present in this winter Ohio weather.
The other boy turns to his now-shaking friend. "Kurt, please calm down. Come to my room. We'll talk. You still have the weekend to pack," this collected, dark-brown haired boy says, quickly taking Kurt by the arm and guiding him back to the dormitory.
Once inside, the boy gently tells Kurt to sit down on the bed, and tells him he'll be right back to go get him a glass of water from the drinking fountain straight outside the door.
Kurt sometimes feels like it was a mistake for him to tell his glee club teacher that he was in love with this boy. And again, once Kurt starts thinking about his old teacher, he remembers that on Monday he will be back with his choir mates, his friends, his family, his life. The last few months have been a vacation--a getaway.
"Sorry," the boy smiles as he enters the bedroom again, "The water was really warm, and it wasn't getting any colder, so I went down to the lobby and put some ice cubes in it. Sorry I took so long."
Kurt looks up at the boy standing before him and speaks in utter seriousness, "No, you, Blaine, came just in time."
Kurt loves Blaine's heart. He can't think to say it any other way. His passion, his modesty, his wisdom--all of these can be seen in Blaine's face on any given day. Right now, Kurt knows Blaine is displaying his innocence and gratitude. Blaine never takes a compliment and dismisses it.
When Kurt tells Blaine he is grateful for everything Blaine has done for him, Blaine puts his hand over Kurt's and squeezes it earnestly. "Well then, where can I start with you?"
"At the beginning," Kurt suggests quietly, feeling his entire body warm just due to the touch of Blaine's hand over his own.
"The beginning? Well, that would imply that there's a middle and an end. Do you really think there is one right now?" Blaine asks, choosing to now stroke his calloused thumb over Kurt's soft hands.
Kurt's inward smile quickly turns into a small outward grin as he tilts his head down, leaning it up against Blaine's shoulder.
"Because I thought we were still at the beginning, which of course, I'd love to tell you about, but I'm sure you've already gotten a good idea of the rough draft," Blaine says.
"Are you going to continue with this writing metaphor, or can I just keep telling you how much I want to stay here with you?" Kurt raises an eyebrow playfully, pulling his head back to look directly at Blaine. Blaine smiles, but he pretends to look hurt by Kurt's lack of admiration for his well thought-out metaphor.
Blaine sighs and pulls Kurt down on the bed so he can hold him, "Well, you know I'll come see you, and you know that we'll definitely be seeing each other at Regionals. That's a given now."
Kurt tucks his head under Blaine's chin. "No, it's not a given. Even though Karofsky's let down on the harassing, there's still twenty other guys that are just as eager to make my life a living hell."
Blaine frowns and starts stroking Kurt's hair gently, "I'll protect you."
Kurt lifts his head up slightly to look up at Blaine again, "You can't. You're here, and you can't come around all the time. It's too far."
Blaine looks down at him a little sadly, "I know, but I don't know what to do, either. I'm going to miss you, and I wish my parents would pay to have you stay here. This really, like, sucks."
Kurt smiles and nods in reply. As Kurt maps out the details of Blaine's face with his eyes, possibly for one of the last times, he looks at him curiously. "How come..." Kurt drifts off, face starting to slightly burn with the idea of humiliating rejection.
Blaine looks at him curiously in return, "How come what?"
Kurt bites his lip, "How come we've never kissed?"
Blaine looks down at him, this time his face matching Kurt's look of embarrassment. "Huh? What? Um." Blaine unlocks his arms from Kurt and sits up, staring at the boy now sitting-up across from him. "Well, we're not going out, I guess is the reason. Um, I mean, should-uh, I don't know. I wasn't sure you were ready?"
Kurt tilts his head to the side, stares at Blaine with a complete " Come. on." look.
Blaine licks his lips subconsciously, and Kurt takes it as an invitation to question Blaine further. "Because I'm going to be leaving Sunday morning. That gives us two days left to spend time together, besides you coming down random weekends to see your aunt and to stop by and see me, too. And I think we've done enough cuddling and enough just...teasing." He sighs and plays with the hem of his jacket as a result of being too nervous.
"You've told me you like me, and you've held my hand in public, and maybe I'm just old-fashioned, but I just feel like you should be making the first move. Tell me if I'm wrong."
Blaine smirks softly, not forgetting to blush first, and scoots himself closer to Kurt. "Honestly, I don't know why I kept making excuses for this. I just thought all this time that you just liked me because I liked singing, and I was your age, and also gay, but it took me up until last week to realize that you actually like me. But I thought it was too late to try anything, because I knew you'd be leaving this weekend, and I didn't want to do that to you. I'm sorry, Kurt. I didn't mean to do this."
Kurt can't help but feel like he wants to cry, and whimpers softly as he speaks, "Then don't."
He presses his lips against Blaine's, and then after a couple seconds, pulls back-- his heart beating faster than once thought humanly possible.
It takes Blaine's eyes a few seconds to focus back on Kurt's, his mouth slightly agape, but he stares back at Kurt, and soon leans back in to let his lips do the talking.
----
When they start to get comfortable with kissing each other, Blaine moves his lips to Kurt's neck, sucking softly on the exposed areas of skin, making Kurt moan softly in reply. Kurt pulls Blaine's head up to kiss him harder, and they spend two more hours just touching, kissing, and slightly laughing, happy to be finally doing what both of them have wanted since the first time they met.
"Excuse me! Um, hi, can I ask you a question? I'm-I'm new here."
Blaine looks deep into Kurt's eyes, slowly smirking as Kurt looks side to side, wondering why Blaine's staring at him so hard. "What? Don't look at me like that, it's scary."
Blaine laughs and takes Kurt's hands in his. "Do you realize that your first words to me were 'Excuse me'? Like, forever, that will be your first words to me. The reason I fell in lo--" Blaine cuts himself off and now stares at Kurt's hands instead of his eyes.
Kurt smirks a little and tilts his head down to make Blaine's eyes meet his. "It's okay, Blaine... You can tell me, you know. I'll say it back..."
"You will?" Blaine looks at him, his face caught between trying to be playful and trying not to look terrified. But Kurt nods reassuringly and leans back a little to give Blaine space.
"Kurt Hummel," Blaine starts, taking a small breath before continuing, "I'm in love with you. Completely. Utterly. Entirely in love. I do believe so, yes."
Kurt was never sure when the Best Moment in his life would occur, but right now, he's pretty sure this moment is it.
Kurt, meet Best Moment in Life. Best Moment in Life, Kurt.
"No." Kurt says quickly, shaking his head at Blaine. Blaine's brb-confessing-my-soul facial expression changes to complete despair. "What?" Blaine says, confusedly, "I thought...you would--" But Blaine is cut off by Kurt taking Blaine's hand in his own.
"No, I mean, don't say in love." Kurt sighs and squeezes Blaine's hand a little for reassurance that his speech will end in good words. "I didn't mean to reject you, that's not what I meant by 'no.' I just--Saying 'in love' makes it sound like you're in something; something that has you trapped, whether it feels like it's a good or a bad thing. I don't want to define us as being in something."
He bites his lip a little and starts talking faster, "I'm sorry that I'm making this complicated. I'll just be quiet. You can kiss me again, and we can be on our merry way with things."
Blaine's smile makes Kurt's heart pound out of his chest probably at an unhealthily fast rate.
Was it too many Red Bulls that did him in? Was he on drugs?
No, it was due to that one kid that sang that radio-friendly "Hey, Soul Sister" song by Train. Damn him. We lost a good one.
"I think you're right, Kurt," Blaine smirks playfully, "You should just be quiet, but before I kiss you, I have something to say, since you so quickly ruined my true heart confessions."
He folds his legs on the bed, looking over at Kurt. "Now, I'm not really sure what you were just saying exactly, but I think I know what you meant." He smiles and holds Kurt's hand again, "I don't want you to ever feel like you're trapped. If you stop liking me one day, then so be it."
At this, a look of panic spreads across Kurt's face and he shakes his head to say 'no, that would never happen.'
Blaine smiles and continues, "You're really special, Kurt. I want to show you off to the world. I want to sing 'I Think I Love You' by The Partridge Family outside your window at four in the morning while holding a radio above my head in the rain, and to be the first guy you kiss in public."
"I know you're afraid of going back to school, and I know that there are some awful people that are going to make you feel terrible sometimes," At his own words, Blaine clenches his jaw to show his disgust with what's bound to happen to Kurt back at McKinley, "But if I can help it, I want to assure you that there are good things to look forward to in the world. And you're right, I don't want you to feel like I'm your only reason for being happy, because that's not what we should be for each other. We should just help guide each other along and always make each other feel loved."
Kurt looks at Blaine, and for the first time he thinks, 'No, it would be okay to fall in love with this guy, because I'd rather be trapped in anything with Blaine, then ever be free if I had the choice.'
"I think you should just disregard what I said about falling 'in' love. It's totally ridiculous. I don't care what happens to me, just take me, Mr. Anderson. Make me stay, please." At this, Blaine laughs slightly and pulls Kurt down on the bed with him, rolling on top of him and pinning Kurt's arms down.
Kurt looks up at him and smirks, "What are you doing?"
Blaine smirks back at him, "Making you stay."
Kurt nods his approval and brings Blaine's head down in order to kiss him.
----
The morning is surprisingly warm, allowing Kurt and Blaine to walk around the courtyard one last time together before Kurt's dad shows up in his pick-up truck. Blaine skipped his Sunday study session with some of the Warblers in order to spend all this morning with Kurt.
"You need to come down this weekend. Mercedes insists we come over her house for dinner, and I know my dad wants to get to know you better, now." Kurt says as they pass one of the large frozen fountains. "He wants to embarrass me, basically."
Blaine smirks and nudges his now boyfriend lightly, "Well, now he finally gets to! Only the best for his only son, you know?"
Kurt blushes and shakes his head, "Oh, God, never mind. Never come see me, please. It'll save us both."
Blaine grins a little and hops in front of Kurt to prevent him from walking any further. Kurt laughs, but the laugh soon subsides as Kurt realizes what will really happen if Blaine ever does come down to see him.
"What?" Blaine frowns, wondering why his boyfriend is suddenly looking so pitiful.
"You really shouldn't come see me. You could get hurt." Kurt says, biting his lip.
"Me? Nah. These slushies you speak of don't seem to be able to break bones. I think I'm good."
Kurt tries to look serious, but smiles regardless, "No, I'm serious! No one in my town will welcome us. You can come to my house anytime, but don't plan on picking me up from school any random day."
As Blaine shrugs Kurt's warning off, Kurt continues to just remind himself of all the struggles he's had to face before coming to Dalton; how many more encounters with bullies he's going to have and dealing with the pressure of being accepted in society. He doesn't know if he wants to leave his vacation home anymore, especially when its main attraction is a one and only Blaine Anderson.
But Kurt remembers what Blaine said about not making Blaine his only reason for feeling happy. He needs to stay focused and have that ever-lasting word "courage" stick with him.
----
Kurt now watches Blaine say hello to Mr. Hummel, watches Blaine smile and be polite. He wonders how a Friday night dinner would go at the Hummelson household, or even more terrifying, how dinner would be at the Anderson house. Would Blaine's parents like him eventually?
And eventually--a word that suggests a future for the two boys. A promising future, Kurt feels.
Kurt knows that Blaine wants to be Kurt's everything, but they both know that they're too new to the world to have experienced Everything just yet. So, for now, they will be each others Something, even if in the larger scheme of things, their interactions in their youth meant nothing.
But no, Kurt knows, even as he reminds himself to not take Blaine or love so seriously just yet; he knows this time means something, because even as he struggles through these next few years, he knows for once in his life that he's finally not alone.