No One Else Compares (8/?)
Title: No One Else Compares
Rating: PG-13ish
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Blaine/Rachel siblingship
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any recognizable characters.
Summary: Kurt Hummel met Rachel Anderson-Berry his first day of high school. And, if asked, Kurt Hummel would say that no, he never expected her younger brother, Blaine, to ever become his boyfriend
Chapter 1
Kurt decided that he was walking to school the next morning, mainly because he didn’t want to have to deal with his dad in the car. For some reason, he always used his time with Kurt in the car to discuss something he wouldn’t normally discuss with him. Probably because Kurt couldn’t escape like he could anywhere else.
Quickly grabbing a granola bar, he shouldered his satchel and began to walk out of the house.
“Kurt, we need to talk.”
Kurt didn’t turn, didn’t even flinch at his father’s voice.
“Not now,” he replied, his voice tight. “We’ll talk after school.”
“Kurt -”
“I don’t want to deal with this right now,” Kurt said, his hand paused on the doorknob.
“At least let me drive -“
“No,” Kurt cut him off, opening the door. “I’m walking.”
And with that he shut the door. He knew his father didn’t deserve to be treated like this, but Kurt was still mad about their fight last night.
…..
Rachel wasn’t at school that day, so he sat by himself at lunch. He slowly ate his lunch, not really hungry but knowing if he didn’t eat his stomach would later scold him for it.
At least he was eating until Karofsky came up and shoved his tray off the table, laughing as he walked back to his friends.
Kurt didn’t even bat an eye. He just slowly stood up and walked out of the cafeteria.
No one noticed.
No one ever noticed.
Except someone apparently had this time.
“Kurt,” a soft voice came from behind him.
Kurt turned to see Mr. Shue looking at him, his forehead creased with worry. “Are you okay?”
Kurt shrugged and turned back to his locker, slowly turning the dial.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.”
“Kurt, I really think you should talk to someone -”
“My dad already knows,” Kurt said, his voice thick. “He may not know the extent, but he knows the gist of it.”
But -”
“No, Mr. Shue,” Kurt sighed and turned around, holding his books to his chest. “Since I’ve apparently ‘chosen’ to live this way, I should probably get used to living like this, shouldn’t I? This is how the rest of my life is going to be, if not worse.”
Mr. Shue opened his mouth to speak, but Kurt turned and walked away.
…..
Are you okay?
Kuuuurt?
Kurt why aren’t you answering me?
Every time he got a text from Blaine, he would just stare at it, not responding. He didn’t know what to say. He felt like he relied on Blaine too much - the only time he ever felt okay about himself being when he was talking to Blaine.
He would feel good, normal, loved.
And then he would hang up the phone and it would all go away.
At Glee, Mr. Shue talked about how they needed to recruit if they wanted to be able to perform in competitions the next year.
And then when the final bell rang, Kurt bolted out of there and all but ran home.
He was surprised to find his father sitting on the couch, his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.
“Before you run off,” Burt said, his voice a little choked. “I’m telling you that I heard you on the phone with Blaine last night.”
Kurt froze, his bag slowly slipping off of his shoulder and onto the floor.
“Kurt,” Burt stood up, slowly walking towards Kurt and placing his hands on his shoulders. “Is - Is that how you really feel?”
Kurt nodded slowly, tentatively, the tears welling in his eyes.
“Kurt, you’re not a hassle,” Burt said, wrapping his arms around Kurt and holding him tight. “You’re not, Kurt. And I worry about you because you’re my son. Even - Even if your mom was still around, I’d still worry about you just as much.”
“But you shouldn’t have to,” Kurt choked into his shoulder. “You - you shouldn’t have to worry about me so much.”
“Kurt, that’s my job,” Burt laughed softly. “I’m your dad. It’s how it works.”
Kurt sobbed into his shoulder, clutching his shirt in his hands. “It’s just so hard,” he choked. “It’s so hard, Dad.”
“I know, bud,” he said softly, rubbing the back of Kurt’s head. “But you’re strong. You’ll figure it out.”
They stayed like that for who knows how long, Kurt silently sobbing into his father’s shoulder as he held him.
“I’m so proud of you, Kurt,” he said after a moment. “Your mom would be too.” He paused, his hand continuing to pat Kurt’s hair. “Don’t give up, okay?” He said after a moment. “Just - don’t give up.”
“I won’t,” Kurt whispered. “I won’t.”
…..
But even though things with his dad cleared up, everything at school stayed the same. Karofsky continued to shove him into lockers and throw slush at his face. And still nobody ever noticed, nobody ever did anything about it.
Rachel, who he thought was his one comrade, was now too busy pursuing one Finn Hudson to even show an ounce of concern for Kurt at school. Granted, whenever he was at her house, her concern for him was almost too overwhelming, but at school she barely batted an eye as she watched him being pushed into a locker, her eyes following Finn as he held Quinn’s hand down the hallway.
That also came as a shock to Kurt. He hadn’t realized - and really, how had he not realized - that Finn was the boyfriend Quinn was crying over in the bathroom the other day.
And, since that was the case, Kurt really didn’t want Rachel to be anywhere near that boy. As crazy as the girl drove him sometimes, Kurt did love her and he only wanted what was best for her - which was obviously not some guy that made a nice, blonde cheerleader cry.
Or at least the side of Quinn he’d seen was nice. He knew she was head cheerleader, and therefore wasn’t as nice as she had been to Kurt. But the fact that she had even stopped to talk to him made Kurt like her just a little bit more.
Which is why on Friday, a few weeks later, Kurt found himself lounging on the floor in Rachel’s room, his eyebrows furrowed as the girl complained about Quinn.
“And I just don’t understand why Finn likes her,” she was saying. “I mean, yeah she’s pretty and stuff, but I’m obviously more talented.”
That had been going on for over an hour now, and Kurt was honestly about ready throttle Rachel’s little head.
“He’s obviously better off with me, and -”
“Rachel, seriously,” Kurt scoffed, having had enough. “Finn’s obviously not into you, and he’s dating Quinn so there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“But if he would just realize that -”
“You can’t make him realize anything,” Kurt explained, his voice rising a little. “Just give it up, okay?”
Rachel huffed and sunk back into the couch a little. “I don’t get why you’re so cranky about this,” she said. “I mean, you should want me to be happy.”
And Kurt, before he knew what he was saying, was spewing the regretful words he’d been holding in all week out of his mouth. “Well maybe it’s because you practically ignore me at school now.”
Rachel’s eyes widened, her face paling a little. “I didn’t -”
“But you did,” Kurt sighed and stood up, wiping a small piece dust off of his pants. “You saw me getting pushed into locker and didn’t even bother asking me if I was alright. Hell, a few weeks ago I got a slushy bomb thrown at me and you know who comforted me?” Kurt paused, waiting, gauging Rachel’s reaction. “Quinn Fabray.”
Rachel opened her mouth to talk, but Kurt just shook his head. “I’m just going to go,” he said. “I’ll see you at school on Monday.”
“But you were supposed to spend the night.”
Kurt turned around, his eyes narrowing at how small her voice sounded. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m just having a rough time right now, and you weren’t even there for me.”
He didn’t add how, if her brother had been around, he would have been there for Kurt within a millisecond. He really didn’t think that would go down well.
“Kurt,” she protested, a few tears in her eyes.
“Maybe you’ll learn that sometimes keeping your friends is more important than other aspects of life,” he said as he opened the front door. “Friends are what you keep with you. Nothing else really matters at this age.”
Turning and walking out the door, Kurt closed it behind him, pausing for a moment to take a deep breath. He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, mentally scolding himself for deciding it was a good idea to walk the small distance home when it was practically snowing outside.
Just as he neared the end of the Anderson-Berry’s driveway, a car pulled up next to him. He saw Hiram looking at him, a confused expression on his face.
“Where are you going?” He asked. “I thought you were having a sleepover with Rachel?”
“We had an - argument,” Kurt explained slowly.
Hiram sighed and nodded, his hand shifting back to the steering wheel to pull into the driveway.
But then Kurt heard a voice from the backseat of the car.
“Wait,” it said. “What did she do this time?”
Kurt froze.
Because that was Blaine’s voice.
Kurt felt a smile break out on his face - something that hadn’t happened in a while - as he peered into the backseat of the car. He saw out of his peripheral that Hiram was smirking a little, obviously thinking something that Kurt probably didn’t want to know.
“Blaine,” he said. “Why are you in the backseat again? You don’t have Rachel as an excuse this time.”
Before Kurt got an answer, he saw Blaine fumbling with his seat belt and flinging the door open, hoping out of the car. His face was bright red, his Dalton uniform wrinkled a little from the car ride. His hair was gelled - as was usual - and his hazel eyes were glowing.
Kurt gulped a little, unsure as to why he felt a small blush creeping up his cheeks.
“Come on,” Blaine said, nodding his head towards the house as he loosened his tie.
“But I told Rachel -”
“You’re now here to spend time with me,” Blaine said, giving him a sideways grin. “Rachel can suck it up. Whatever she did to you, I’m sure she deserves not spending time with you.”
Kurt smiled and laughed a little as he followed Blaine into the house.
“Kurt?” Rachel’s voice sounded as she rounded the corner. “Oh, you came back, I was worried you were actually mad at -”
“He’s here to spend time with me,” Blaine interjected, Rachel seeming to have to do a double take.
“Oh,” Rachel said dejectedly a moment later. “Kurt, I really am sorry -” She started.
Kurt sighed and nodded. “I know,” he said slowly. “I just - I need some time, okay?”
Rachel nodded and trudged into the living room.
“Come on,” Blaine said, leading him up the stairs towards his room.
And as Kurt walked up the stairs, it hit him that this was the first time he was seeing Blaine’s room. The first time he was going to be in a boy’s room. And a gay boy, nonetheless.
As Blaine opened the door, Kurt glanced around, taking in plaid bedspread, the guitar in the corner of the room, the various books on the bookshelf, the set of sheet music on the nightstand.
It was so very, very Blaine.
Blaine sighed and plopped down onto his bed, rolling onto his back and shutting his eyes for a moment.
Kurt continued to stand in the doorway, not sure what he should do.
“It’s good to be home,” Blaine murmured after a moment. “I mean, I love Dalton, but sharing a tiny room with someone else just isn’t the same as having your own room at your own house.”
Kurt hummed in agreement.
Blaine opened his eyes and looked over at him, chuckling when he saw him still standing in the doorway. “Kurt, come on,” he said, patting the bed next to him. “I haven’t seen you in a month and you get all shy on me?”
“I’m not shy,” he muttered.
Blaine laughed and rolled his eyes as Kurt made his way over to the bed to sit next to him.
“You never did explain why you were sitting in the back,” Kurt prompted after a moment.
Blaine laughed, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. “It’s a…preference thing,” he murmured. “I guess I just feel safer. I don’t know.”
Kurt laughed, nudging Blaine playfully in the side. “It’s okay, you know,” he said softly. “It’s actually kind of precious if you think about it.”
Blaine snorted. “Precious,” he scoffed. “Just what I’m going for.”
“Well you can’t always be dapper,” Kurt teased.
“Yes I can.”
“No, you can’t.”
“Well I can try!”
Kurt laughed, rolling his head to the side so that it ended up resting on Blaine’s shoulder. He didn’t really realize it, and even if he had, he probably wouldn’t have moved it.
“What did Rachel do this time?” Blaine murmured after a few moments of silence.
Kurt hummed in contentment, feeling his eyes drooping shut as the exhaustion that had built up in him during the week started to take over. “Not right now,” Kurt murmured into Blaine’s shoulder. “Later.”
Blaine chuckled, shifting a little so that they were both half lying down on his bed. “Go to sleep, Kurt,” he whispered into his ear.
“Mmkay,” Kurt muttered before his eyelids drooped shut, the calming darkness completely taking over.
…..
When Kurt woke up, he could instantly tell it was morning by the light flowing through Blaine’s blinds.
Oh shit. He was still in Blaine’s room.
In Blaine’s bed.
Kurt felt the grogginess wearing off of him as his eyes focused more, his body becoming more aware of his surroundings.
He felt something warm and heavy draped around his waist, and his right hand was tangled with something equally as warm.
Turning a little, he felt the brush of curly hair against his neck.
And then it hit him.
Blaine was in the bed with him.
Blaine must have fallen asleep not long after Kurt, but how his arm ended up wrapped around Kurt and woven between his fingers, Kurt had no idea.
It was a good thing his dad thought he was still spending the night at Rachel’s.
Kurt wanted to get up - he really had to pee - but he couldn’t bring himself to move for fear of waking Blaine. His arm felt so warm and comforting on his torso, his face gently nuzzled into Kurt’s shoulder.
Kurt sighed and relaxed, staring at Blaine’s ceiling and just waiting for the younger boy to wake up.
How, he wondered, did just the mere presence of Blaine make him feel infinitely better about his life?
Blaine grumbled a few minutes later, his eyelids fluttering and his eyes squinting as they adjusted to the sudden brightness.
“Kurt?” He murmured, removing his arm that was around Kurt and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Kurt hummed in acknowledgement, smiling as Blaine’s rumpled form quickly turned red once he realized their position.
“Oh,” he said, abruptly sitting up. “I’m sorry! I didn’t - You were -”
“Blaine,” Kurt laughed. “It’s fine.”
Blaine gulped, his eyes wide and his face beat red. “Are you sure?” He asked. “Because that’s definitely not something normally okay, and -”
“No,” Kurt shook his head. “It was…nice. Comforting, I guess.”
Blaine nodded, the blush continuing up his ears. “That was still crossing the line.”
“I mean,” Kurt muttered after a moment. “We’re friends, right? Friends do those kind of things, don’t they?”
“I don’t know,” Blaine muttered. “I mean, it wasn’t on purpose. We just - fell asleep together.”
“Yeah,” Kurt nodded firmly. “That happens to friends all the time.”
Blaine nodded and grinned at Kurt before hopping out of bed. “Come on,” he said. “I smell pancakes.”
Kurt laughed and followed him down the stairs, for once not caring about how his hair looked or that he might have morning breath.
As they came into the kitchen, Kurt noted that it was just Hiram and Leroy, meaning Rachel must still be sleeping.
“Hello, boys,” Leroy said, smirking a little as they took a seat at the table. He exchanged a glance with Hiram, who smirked back in reply. “Have a good sleep?”
Kurt felt his cheeks tinting, his ears heating up as the blush crept up his face. He didn’t even need to look over to see that Blaine was in the same state. “Umm, yeah,” he muttered. He heard Hiram and Leroy exchange a small chuckle, watching as they both rolled their eyes a little.
“You guys are so oblivious,” Leroy said as he gave his attention back to his pancakes. “It kind of reminds you of us, doesn’t it?” He said to Hiram.
Hiram laughed and nodded. “We were worse,” he said. “Because we were adults and still didn’t realize.”
Kurt was confused at this point. He turned to Blaine and raised a questioning eyebrow at him, but he just shrugged.
Leroy shook his head, obviously having watched their exchange. “It’s okay, boys,” he said, smiling fondly as he placed a plate of pancakes down in front of each of them. “You’ll both figure it out eventually.”
“I have no idea what they’re talking about,” Blaine whispered a moment later, his mouth full of pancakes.
“Me neither,” Kurt responded. “They’re your parents.”
“Yeah, and they’re insane.”
Kurt snorted, taking a sip of his milk to cover the noise up.
But watching Hiram and Leroy cook breakfast while making small, playful banter with each other while they gave the other the most loving glances, Kurt couldn’t help but hope that he was seeing a glimpse of his own future.
Rating: PG-13ish
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Blaine/Rachel siblingship
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any recognizable characters.
Summary: Kurt Hummel met Rachel Anderson-Berry his first day of high school. And, if asked, Kurt Hummel would say that no, he never expected her younger brother, Blaine, to ever become his boyfriend
Chapter 1
Kurt decided that he was walking to school the next morning, mainly because he didn’t want to have to deal with his dad in the car. For some reason, he always used his time with Kurt in the car to discuss something he wouldn’t normally discuss with him. Probably because Kurt couldn’t escape like he could anywhere else.
Quickly grabbing a granola bar, he shouldered his satchel and began to walk out of the house.
“Kurt, we need to talk.”
Kurt didn’t turn, didn’t even flinch at his father’s voice.
“Not now,” he replied, his voice tight. “We’ll talk after school.”
“Kurt -”
“I don’t want to deal with this right now,” Kurt said, his hand paused on the doorknob.
“At least let me drive -“
“No,” Kurt cut him off, opening the door. “I’m walking.”
And with that he shut the door. He knew his father didn’t deserve to be treated like this, but Kurt was still mad about their fight last night.
…..
Rachel wasn’t at school that day, so he sat by himself at lunch. He slowly ate his lunch, not really hungry but knowing if he didn’t eat his stomach would later scold him for it.
At least he was eating until Karofsky came up and shoved his tray off the table, laughing as he walked back to his friends.
Kurt didn’t even bat an eye. He just slowly stood up and walked out of the cafeteria.
No one noticed.
No one ever noticed.
Except someone apparently had this time.
“Kurt,” a soft voice came from behind him.
Kurt turned to see Mr. Shue looking at him, his forehead creased with worry. “Are you okay?”
Kurt shrugged and turned back to his locker, slowly turning the dial.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No.”
“Kurt, I really think you should talk to someone -”
“My dad already knows,” Kurt said, his voice thick. “He may not know the extent, but he knows the gist of it.”
But -”
“No, Mr. Shue,” Kurt sighed and turned around, holding his books to his chest. “Since I’ve apparently ‘chosen’ to live this way, I should probably get used to living like this, shouldn’t I? This is how the rest of my life is going to be, if not worse.”
Mr. Shue opened his mouth to speak, but Kurt turned and walked away.
…..
Are you okay?
Kuuuurt?
Kurt why aren’t you answering me?
Every time he got a text from Blaine, he would just stare at it, not responding. He didn’t know what to say. He felt like he relied on Blaine too much - the only time he ever felt okay about himself being when he was talking to Blaine.
He would feel good, normal, loved.
And then he would hang up the phone and it would all go away.
At Glee, Mr. Shue talked about how they needed to recruit if they wanted to be able to perform in competitions the next year.
And then when the final bell rang, Kurt bolted out of there and all but ran home.
He was surprised to find his father sitting on the couch, his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.
“Before you run off,” Burt said, his voice a little choked. “I’m telling you that I heard you on the phone with Blaine last night.”
Kurt froze, his bag slowly slipping off of his shoulder and onto the floor.
“Kurt,” Burt stood up, slowly walking towards Kurt and placing his hands on his shoulders. “Is - Is that how you really feel?”
Kurt nodded slowly, tentatively, the tears welling in his eyes.
“Kurt, you’re not a hassle,” Burt said, wrapping his arms around Kurt and holding him tight. “You’re not, Kurt. And I worry about you because you’re my son. Even - Even if your mom was still around, I’d still worry about you just as much.”
“But you shouldn’t have to,” Kurt choked into his shoulder. “You - you shouldn’t have to worry about me so much.”
“Kurt, that’s my job,” Burt laughed softly. “I’m your dad. It’s how it works.”
Kurt sobbed into his shoulder, clutching his shirt in his hands. “It’s just so hard,” he choked. “It’s so hard, Dad.”
“I know, bud,” he said softly, rubbing the back of Kurt’s head. “But you’re strong. You’ll figure it out.”
They stayed like that for who knows how long, Kurt silently sobbing into his father’s shoulder as he held him.
“I’m so proud of you, Kurt,” he said after a moment. “Your mom would be too.” He paused, his hand continuing to pat Kurt’s hair. “Don’t give up, okay?” He said after a moment. “Just - don’t give up.”
“I won’t,” Kurt whispered. “I won’t.”
…..
But even though things with his dad cleared up, everything at school stayed the same. Karofsky continued to shove him into lockers and throw slush at his face. And still nobody ever noticed, nobody ever did anything about it.
Rachel, who he thought was his one comrade, was now too busy pursuing one Finn Hudson to even show an ounce of concern for Kurt at school. Granted, whenever he was at her house, her concern for him was almost too overwhelming, but at school she barely batted an eye as she watched him being pushed into a locker, her eyes following Finn as he held Quinn’s hand down the hallway.
That also came as a shock to Kurt. He hadn’t realized - and really, how had he not realized - that Finn was the boyfriend Quinn was crying over in the bathroom the other day.
And, since that was the case, Kurt really didn’t want Rachel to be anywhere near that boy. As crazy as the girl drove him sometimes, Kurt did love her and he only wanted what was best for her - which was obviously not some guy that made a nice, blonde cheerleader cry.
Or at least the side of Quinn he’d seen was nice. He knew she was head cheerleader, and therefore wasn’t as nice as she had been to Kurt. But the fact that she had even stopped to talk to him made Kurt like her just a little bit more.
Which is why on Friday, a few weeks later, Kurt found himself lounging on the floor in Rachel’s room, his eyebrows furrowed as the girl complained about Quinn.
“And I just don’t understand why Finn likes her,” she was saying. “I mean, yeah she’s pretty and stuff, but I’m obviously more talented.”
That had been going on for over an hour now, and Kurt was honestly about ready throttle Rachel’s little head.
“He’s obviously better off with me, and -”
“Rachel, seriously,” Kurt scoffed, having had enough. “Finn’s obviously not into you, and he’s dating Quinn so there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“But if he would just realize that -”
“You can’t make him realize anything,” Kurt explained, his voice rising a little. “Just give it up, okay?”
Rachel huffed and sunk back into the couch a little. “I don’t get why you’re so cranky about this,” she said. “I mean, you should want me to be happy.”
And Kurt, before he knew what he was saying, was spewing the regretful words he’d been holding in all week out of his mouth. “Well maybe it’s because you practically ignore me at school now.”
Rachel’s eyes widened, her face paling a little. “I didn’t -”
“But you did,” Kurt sighed and stood up, wiping a small piece dust off of his pants. “You saw me getting pushed into locker and didn’t even bother asking me if I was alright. Hell, a few weeks ago I got a slushy bomb thrown at me and you know who comforted me?” Kurt paused, waiting, gauging Rachel’s reaction. “Quinn Fabray.”
Rachel opened her mouth to talk, but Kurt just shook his head. “I’m just going to go,” he said. “I’ll see you at school on Monday.”
“But you were supposed to spend the night.”
Kurt turned around, his eyes narrowing at how small her voice sounded. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m just having a rough time right now, and you weren’t even there for me.”
He didn’t add how, if her brother had been around, he would have been there for Kurt within a millisecond. He really didn’t think that would go down well.
“Kurt,” she protested, a few tears in her eyes.
“Maybe you’ll learn that sometimes keeping your friends is more important than other aspects of life,” he said as he opened the front door. “Friends are what you keep with you. Nothing else really matters at this age.”
Turning and walking out the door, Kurt closed it behind him, pausing for a moment to take a deep breath. He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly, mentally scolding himself for deciding it was a good idea to walk the small distance home when it was practically snowing outside.
Just as he neared the end of the Anderson-Berry’s driveway, a car pulled up next to him. He saw Hiram looking at him, a confused expression on his face.
“Where are you going?” He asked. “I thought you were having a sleepover with Rachel?”
“We had an - argument,” Kurt explained slowly.
Hiram sighed and nodded, his hand shifting back to the steering wheel to pull into the driveway.
But then Kurt heard a voice from the backseat of the car.
“Wait,” it said. “What did she do this time?”
Kurt froze.
Because that was Blaine’s voice.
Kurt felt a smile break out on his face - something that hadn’t happened in a while - as he peered into the backseat of the car. He saw out of his peripheral that Hiram was smirking a little, obviously thinking something that Kurt probably didn’t want to know.
“Blaine,” he said. “Why are you in the backseat again? You don’t have Rachel as an excuse this time.”
Before Kurt got an answer, he saw Blaine fumbling with his seat belt and flinging the door open, hoping out of the car. His face was bright red, his Dalton uniform wrinkled a little from the car ride. His hair was gelled - as was usual - and his hazel eyes were glowing.
Kurt gulped a little, unsure as to why he felt a small blush creeping up his cheeks.
“Come on,” Blaine said, nodding his head towards the house as he loosened his tie.
“But I told Rachel -”
“You’re now here to spend time with me,” Blaine said, giving him a sideways grin. “Rachel can suck it up. Whatever she did to you, I’m sure she deserves not spending time with you.”
Kurt smiled and laughed a little as he followed Blaine into the house.
“Kurt?” Rachel’s voice sounded as she rounded the corner. “Oh, you came back, I was worried you were actually mad at -”
“He’s here to spend time with me,” Blaine interjected, Rachel seeming to have to do a double take.
“Oh,” Rachel said dejectedly a moment later. “Kurt, I really am sorry -” She started.
Kurt sighed and nodded. “I know,” he said slowly. “I just - I need some time, okay?”
Rachel nodded and trudged into the living room.
“Come on,” Blaine said, leading him up the stairs towards his room.
And as Kurt walked up the stairs, it hit him that this was the first time he was seeing Blaine’s room. The first time he was going to be in a boy’s room. And a gay boy, nonetheless.
As Blaine opened the door, Kurt glanced around, taking in plaid bedspread, the guitar in the corner of the room, the various books on the bookshelf, the set of sheet music on the nightstand.
It was so very, very Blaine.
Blaine sighed and plopped down onto his bed, rolling onto his back and shutting his eyes for a moment.
Kurt continued to stand in the doorway, not sure what he should do.
“It’s good to be home,” Blaine murmured after a moment. “I mean, I love Dalton, but sharing a tiny room with someone else just isn’t the same as having your own room at your own house.”
Kurt hummed in agreement.
Blaine opened his eyes and looked over at him, chuckling when he saw him still standing in the doorway. “Kurt, come on,” he said, patting the bed next to him. “I haven’t seen you in a month and you get all shy on me?”
“I’m not shy,” he muttered.
Blaine laughed and rolled his eyes as Kurt made his way over to the bed to sit next to him.
“You never did explain why you were sitting in the back,” Kurt prompted after a moment.
Blaine laughed, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. “It’s a…preference thing,” he murmured. “I guess I just feel safer. I don’t know.”
Kurt laughed, nudging Blaine playfully in the side. “It’s okay, you know,” he said softly. “It’s actually kind of precious if you think about it.”
Blaine snorted. “Precious,” he scoffed. “Just what I’m going for.”
“Well you can’t always be dapper,” Kurt teased.
“Yes I can.”
“No, you can’t.”
“Well I can try!”
Kurt laughed, rolling his head to the side so that it ended up resting on Blaine’s shoulder. He didn’t really realize it, and even if he had, he probably wouldn’t have moved it.
“What did Rachel do this time?” Blaine murmured after a few moments of silence.
Kurt hummed in contentment, feeling his eyes drooping shut as the exhaustion that had built up in him during the week started to take over. “Not right now,” Kurt murmured into Blaine’s shoulder. “Later.”
Blaine chuckled, shifting a little so that they were both half lying down on his bed. “Go to sleep, Kurt,” he whispered into his ear.
“Mmkay,” Kurt muttered before his eyelids drooped shut, the calming darkness completely taking over.
…..
When Kurt woke up, he could instantly tell it was morning by the light flowing through Blaine’s blinds.
Oh shit. He was still in Blaine’s room.
In Blaine’s bed.
Kurt felt the grogginess wearing off of him as his eyes focused more, his body becoming more aware of his surroundings.
He felt something warm and heavy draped around his waist, and his right hand was tangled with something equally as warm.
Turning a little, he felt the brush of curly hair against his neck.
And then it hit him.
Blaine was in the bed with him.
Blaine must have fallen asleep not long after Kurt, but how his arm ended up wrapped around Kurt and woven between his fingers, Kurt had no idea.
It was a good thing his dad thought he was still spending the night at Rachel’s.
Kurt wanted to get up - he really had to pee - but he couldn’t bring himself to move for fear of waking Blaine. His arm felt so warm and comforting on his torso, his face gently nuzzled into Kurt’s shoulder.
Kurt sighed and relaxed, staring at Blaine’s ceiling and just waiting for the younger boy to wake up.
How, he wondered, did just the mere presence of Blaine make him feel infinitely better about his life?
Blaine grumbled a few minutes later, his eyelids fluttering and his eyes squinting as they adjusted to the sudden brightness.
“Kurt?” He murmured, removing his arm that was around Kurt and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Kurt hummed in acknowledgement, smiling as Blaine’s rumpled form quickly turned red once he realized their position.
“Oh,” he said, abruptly sitting up. “I’m sorry! I didn’t - You were -”
“Blaine,” Kurt laughed. “It’s fine.”
Blaine gulped, his eyes wide and his face beat red. “Are you sure?” He asked. “Because that’s definitely not something normally okay, and -”
“No,” Kurt shook his head. “It was…nice. Comforting, I guess.”
Blaine nodded, the blush continuing up his ears. “That was still crossing the line.”
“I mean,” Kurt muttered after a moment. “We’re friends, right? Friends do those kind of things, don’t they?”
“I don’t know,” Blaine muttered. “I mean, it wasn’t on purpose. We just - fell asleep together.”
“Yeah,” Kurt nodded firmly. “That happens to friends all the time.”
Blaine nodded and grinned at Kurt before hopping out of bed. “Come on,” he said. “I smell pancakes.”
Kurt laughed and followed him down the stairs, for once not caring about how his hair looked or that he might have morning breath.
As they came into the kitchen, Kurt noted that it was just Hiram and Leroy, meaning Rachel must still be sleeping.
“Hello, boys,” Leroy said, smirking a little as they took a seat at the table. He exchanged a glance with Hiram, who smirked back in reply. “Have a good sleep?”
Kurt felt his cheeks tinting, his ears heating up as the blush crept up his face. He didn’t even need to look over to see that Blaine was in the same state. “Umm, yeah,” he muttered. He heard Hiram and Leroy exchange a small chuckle, watching as they both rolled their eyes a little.
“You guys are so oblivious,” Leroy said as he gave his attention back to his pancakes. “It kind of reminds you of us, doesn’t it?” He said to Hiram.
Hiram laughed and nodded. “We were worse,” he said. “Because we were adults and still didn’t realize.”
Kurt was confused at this point. He turned to Blaine and raised a questioning eyebrow at him, but he just shrugged.
Leroy shook his head, obviously having watched their exchange. “It’s okay, boys,” he said, smiling fondly as he placed a plate of pancakes down in front of each of them. “You’ll both figure it out eventually.”
“I have no idea what they’re talking about,” Blaine whispered a moment later, his mouth full of pancakes.
“Me neither,” Kurt responded. “They’re your parents.”
“Yeah, and they’re insane.”
Kurt snorted, taking a sip of his milk to cover the noise up.
But watching Hiram and Leroy cook breakfast while making small, playful banter with each other while they gave the other the most loving glances, Kurt couldn’t help but hope that he was seeing a glimpse of his own future.