Coming Home
Title: Coming Home
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/Will
Rating: Teen
Summary: Kurt loved it at Dalton, but he needed that excitement in his life, something that he could only ever find at McKinley. With his friends seeming to haved moved on with their own lives, Kurt finds himself forming a bond with his Spanish and Glee teacher, Mr Shue
Chapter 5
Will was sat at his desk drumming his pen against the Spanish papers he was trying to grade, he'd been at it for the past hour and the amount of failed papers that were piling up was beginning to get to him. Every fail he marked made him feel like he failed. Wasn't he supposed to motivate his students to learn? Most of the failed papers were from the jocks and the cheerios, and even though sometimes he felt like a brick wall was more receptive to education then them, it was still discomforting to know how much of his lessons their brains just refused to take in.
A hesitant tap on the door made Will thank whatever higher power there was up there for the distraction. “Come in.” he called, looking towards the door and watching as a nervous Kurt walked in. For a second he wondered if they had arranged to have their weekly meeting today, but he knew it was on Thursday. “Kurt, hey. Is everything okay?”
Kurt chewed his lip. He could tell Will what happened. Will would make everything feel okay right? He'd tell him that it was an empty threat, they'd go to the Principal, and Dave would get expelled; because it had to be from Dave. But then what? Dave wouldn't be at school, he'd be angry and he'd be free to get Blaine... No. No one could hurt his Blaine.
“Kurt?” Will pressed, worried that something had happened he stood up and walked towards his student. “What's going on?”
“Oh. Nothing.” Kurt shrugs. “I was...Can I maybe sit in here?” Kurt asked thinking quickly. “I don't know where everyone is and the cafeteria was loud.”
“Of course.” Will smiled. “Take a seat. Did you have lunch?”
“Yeah, a salad.” Kurt lied easily and sat at one of the desks. He pulled out his text book and began to read. After a few moments he felt Will's eyes stop looking at him as the older man headed back to his desk and sat down.
“Hey you.” Blaine smiled, Kurt could tell that he was smiling as he sat on his bed with his phone against his ear, he had his homework laid out in front of him, the note that was on his mind at the bottom of one of his bedside draws. “I thought I was going to phone you later.”
“I know, I just...I wanted to hear your voice.” Kurt said trying not to sound as though he was terrified. He really just wanted to make sure Blaine was okay. “How are you?”
“I'm good. Just got back from an hour at the gym, see my boyfriend mentioned how much Johnny Depp's muscles turned him on, so I thought I'd whip myself into shape.” Kurt smiled at that. He remembered telling Blaine that. It was a week before he left to go back to McKinley. They had been watching Pirates of The Caribbean and Kurt had poked at Blaine's arms and whispered how much muscles turned him on. It was something Kurt hadn't really thought about, he wasn't too sure what turned him on yet, he wasn't that experimental he just wanted to see what Blaine would do; and the half an hour make out session that followed after the comment was definitely worth it.
“You're perfect you know. Just the way you are.” Kurt said softly. Though he knew Blaine knew he had been joking about the comment at the time, he still wanted to make sure he knew it.
“You okay?” Blaine asked, his tone worried. Even over the phone he knew there was something bothering his younger boyfriend. “Has something happened at...”
“No.” Kurt said quickly, maybe a little too quickly. “Nothings happened.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I just really miss you.” Kurt sighed.
“Saw you yesterday.” Blaine smiled. “You were in my arms all night and all day.”
“I know, I just...I guess it's finally hit that you're not just round the corner any more.” Kurt whispered.
“I could be just round the corner if you need me Kurt. You know that. Just call me and I'll come as soon as possible.”
“I know.” Kurt sighed, and he did know that. Blaine would be there in a heart beat if he called and asked him to; he'd done it before. “I just wanted to hear your voice. Got to catch up on some work, call me later still?”
“Course. Usual time.”
“I'll be waiting.” Kurt sighed, a lazy smile spreading on his lips. Blaine hung up and Kurt looked at the work that he'd completed when he got home. He'd even managed to finish some work off while he was sat with Mr Schue.
That night Kurt didn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he felt sick, he saw the note and he saw images of Blaine hurt. When his alarm went off fear boiled in his stomach. He sat up, his stomach pushing upwards causing his body to heave, he rushed to his bathroom and curled over the toilet, he emptied the little that was in his stomach, and when he had nothing left to throw up he started to dry heave. After what felt like hours, Kurt walked back to his bedroom and crumpled on his bed, his body shaking. He'd call up and tell his father he was too sick to go to school, he just hoped his father wouldn't read too much into it. All he wanted to do now was hide under his blankets and hope that a dreamless sleep would take him; and that's what he did.