fic: set fire to the rain
Title: Set Fire To The Rain
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 6075
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title from the song Set Fire To The Rain by Adele
Summary: Kurt figured that finally, he was getting some good celestial karma sent his way. His dad had a clean bill of health at his last checkup, he was passing all of his classes, and Burt didn’t threaten to disembody anyone when he found out Blaine had kissed him. All in all, life was pretty good. Except for the fact that Blaine had been acting distant since yesterday.
A/N: Written for my friend Lyssa because she is absolutely fabulous and I felt like I had to bake her a cake or write her a fic. Obviously the fic was a better idea. She wanted Blaine back story and a moment in the rain...so hopefully this doesn't disappoint. Not beta'd, so please excuse any mistakes.
Warnings: Angst. Because my head!canon has decided Blaine is just one hobbit-sized ball of angst and the boy desperately needs a hug. Also swearing because I'm incapable of writing a fic without f'bombs.
(I also link to this picture I made in the fic because when I found the stock image, it was too perfect.)
To say Blaine was acting weird was an understatement.
Ever since their kiss two weeks ago in the Dalton commons, Kurt figured that finally, finally, he was getting some good celestial karma sent his way. His dad had a clean bill of health at his last checkup, he was passing all of his classes, and Burt didn’t threaten to disembody anyone when he found out Blaine had kissed him.
All in all, life was pretty good.
Except for the fact that Blaine had been acting distant since yesterday and barely even touched him, let alone kissed him.
Time to get to the bottom of this Kurt thought to himself as the last bell of the day ran and bolted out of his classroom, making his way through the student-filled halls quickly as he raced to Blaine’s locker.
“Hey,” He said breathlessly just as Blaine was shutting his locker.
“Oh um, hey Kurt.” He said quietly, adjusting his bag’s strap over his shoulder.
They stayed silent for a moment, just staring at each other until Kurt mentally smacked himself and he opened his mouth, “Can you come over later? Please?”
He didn’t mean to ask that. He mean to sound so desperate. But he did and he was.
He was scared.
The first few days after the kiss were great. Blaine had always been a touchy-feely kind of person. The kind of friend that would sling an arm over your shoulder and hug you from behind just because he wanted to. But after the kiss they were practically attached at the hip. When they were alone anyways.
Kurt was afraid to hold hands in the halls because even though he knew Dalton was safe, too many years of slushies and lockers and dumpsters kept him on constant alert. Blaine assured him that nothing would happen and made of show of grabbing Kurt’s hand in his, twining their fingers together and literally swinging their hands together for the world to see.
Kurt was petrified. Blaine was smug.
It took Kurt three days before he was the one reaching down to grab Blaine’s hand in his.
It took another four days for him to get the courage to kiss Blaine in front of everyone, just a peck before heading into his classroom.
His heart rate never slowed the entire period.
That was three days ago. And ever since then, Blaine had only held his hand once, his fingers dangling loosely in Kurt’s death grip.
When Kurt leaned down a bit to kiss his lips, Blaine turned his head a fraction at the last second and Kurt just got his cheek.
Did Blaine not want him? Did he realize he made a mistake? Was there someone else? Was it something he did?
“I um…”
“Please.” Kurt said again, knuckles whitening with how hard he was gripping the strap on his bag.
Blaine sighed and looked down, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I can’t.”
“But Bl-”
Blaine held up a hand, his face weary, “I-I can’t…I can’t tonight. But…tomorrow?”
Kurt couldn’t place the look on Blaine’s face; it was something stuck between desperation and fear, with a definite undercurrent of anger and exhaustion.
Kurt wasn’t sure if he even wanted to find a name for the way Blaine looked.
Kurt nodded quickly, taking whatever it was he could get.
“Yeah, yeah okay, tomorrow then. Call me later?” He asked hopefully, a pitiful excuse for a smile gracing his lips.
“I’ll try. I um…I can’t promise anything, sorry.”
And just like that, Blaine was walking down the hall and away from Kurt.
Kurt wanted to follow. His brain begged him to follow, to go and chase Blaine down and demand to know what was going on right the fuck now.
But his feet were cemented to the spot. It wasn’t until Blaine rounded the corner and disappeared that Kurt finally moved, stumbling down the hall in the other direction, heartbeat flying in his chest.
**
Kurt was pretty sure he had never been this anxious in his life.
Blaine never called him last night, but he did text him around 10 in the morning to confirm that he would be going over later in the day.
Kurt couldn’t tell if that was a good or a bad thing.
He had gone over every single detail about their relationship (and really, was it a relationship? Could he say that?) trying to figure out if he had done something to cause Blaine to act this way.
After almost an hour of backtracking thoroughly through the last two weeks he realized that no, it couldn’t possibly have anything to do with something that he had done.
Could it?
His musings were cut off when the doorbell rang.
“Okay…okay, okay, relax, deep breaths…it’ll all be okay.” Kurt whispered to himself while he checked his appearance in the mirror one last time before running out of his room and down the steps to the door.
Kurt pulled open the door and suddenly all of his anxiety flew out the window. Blaine was standing on his porch in dark jeans, a blue hoodie, worn-in converse and his hair only had a fraction of the gel it usually did, glistening with the few raindrops that had hit his head as it began to lightly rain.
In other words, he looked gorgeous.
Kurt couldn’t help himself, really he couldn’t. One second he was holding open the door and the next he was flinging himself into Blaine’s arms, wrapping his arms around the other boy’s neck tightly.
He didn’t miss the way Blaine hesitated for a moment before wrapping his arms around Kurt’s waist and holding on just as tightly, burying his face into Kurt’s neck, breathing in deeply.
Kurt reluctantly pulled away but did a mental victory dance when Blaine’s fingers trailed down his arm, and to his hand, tangling their fingers together.
Kurt smiled to himself as he led the way upstairs to his room, forever grateful Finn was at Puck’s house and Carole convinced Burt to go out for the day when he let slip that Blaine would be coming over(the woman was a saint, really.)
Kurt pulled Blaine into his room and the second he closed the door Blaine was on him, crowding into his space as he backed Kurt up against the door, nosing along his jaw line, his hands low on Kurt’s hips.
Kurt had plans for their meeting today, dammit.
He was going to sit Blaine down and they were going to talk.
But then Blaine’s grip tightened just that much and he kissed that spot behind his ear, and Kurt Hummel was a goner.
Kurt’s hands flew up to Blaine’s face, pushing and pulling until he had Blaine’s lips on his, groaning when Blaine got even closer, one of his hands moving from Kurt’s hip to brace himself on the wall next to the other boy’s head.
Blaine tilted his head and traced Kurt’s lips with his tongue, coaxing his mouth open. Kurt quickly complied, breaths coming in short spurts when Blaine’s tongue came in contact with his and holy shit, that should totally not be legal.
Kurt wrapped an arm around Blaine’s neck tightly to hold himself up but then Blaine suddenly bent down a bit and… oh, okay, Kurt’s legs were now wrapped around Blaine’s waist and he was being turned, moving towards the bed.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kurt knew this was a bad idea. But with Blaine’s mouth on his and Blaine fucking carrying him (and holy shit, how hot was that), Kurt’s brain kind of shut off.
They were lying horizontally across Kurt’s bed, Blaine straddling his lap as he kissed his way from Kurt’s lips to his jaw and down his neck, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses in his wake making Kurt feel like his skin was on fire.
Blaine pulled the neck of Kurt’s button-down over to the side and began kissing and licking at the newly exposed skin. Kurt gasped when Blaine hit a sensitive spot and instead of continuing on, Blaine stayed where he was, laving at the spot before sucking the skin into his mouth and biting lightly.
Kurt felt like he was going to fly out of his skin. He had one hand tangled in Blaine’s hair (although he wasn’t sure if he should push the other boy away or pull him in closer) and the other was scrabbling around the sheets for purchase, trying to find something to hold onto, to ground him.
This…this was so beyond what Kurt had imagined for his afternoon. Hell, it was more than he could ever dream of having period, let alone with Blaine.
Each kiss left a searing feeling in his skin. But it was good. It was great. If Kurt could have this feeling of pure fucking bliss all the time, for the rest of his life, he’d die a happy man.
But this…this wasn’t part of the plan.
Kurt was totally on board with making out (really, really on board), but he needed to talk with Blaine first.
“B-blaine…” Kurt rasped out, all but panting as Blaine continued to nip and kiss him anywhere his lips could reach.
“Mm,” Blaine replied, kissing back up Kurt’s jaw before capturing Kurt’s lips in his again and Kurt couldn’t help but kiss back, his fingers tightening in Blaine’s curls.
“Mmph, Blaine. Blaine stop-” Kurt mumbled against Blaine’s lips, literally hating himself when he tugged on Blaine’s hair to pull him away.
It took Blaine a second to get what was going on, but once he did his head flew up, eyes wide, pupils blown, “Shit, Kurt, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean. I mean, ah, crap, are you okay? Did I-”
“Blaine, Blaine, it’s okay. It’s okay, calm down.” Kurt hurriedly assured him, rubbing his hand up and down Blaine’s arm that was holding him up next to his head.
“Then what…?”Blaine asked confusedly, eyebrows scrunching and pouting like a child who had just had their toy taken away.
“I um…” Kurt rose up onto his elbows, making Blaine rise up and onto his knees.
“What? Kurt, what is it?” Blaine asked quietly.
Kurt took a deep breath, “Okay I um…well, what…what happened? The other day I mean.”
Blaine raised an eyebrow at him and Kurt sighed, running a hand through his hair (which was now a damn mess, Jesus Christ).
“You…you’ve been avoiding me. A-at school I mean. And um…well, is it me? Is it my fault, something I did? Because I mean, we were fine a few days ago, and just now we seemed more than fine, but the last day or so you’ve been acting weird and if it’s something I did I’d like to know and-”
Blaine cut him off, placing his hand over Kurt’s mouth, effectively shutting him up.
“Kurt, I don’t…I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”
And suddenly it was like a switch flipped inside of him.
He ripped Blaine’s hand off of his mouth, “Bull shit you don’t. You’ve been ignoring me in school for the last two days, you didn’t call me last night, I practically had to beg you to come over today-”
“Well I’m sorry that you’re so damn needy all of a sudden!”
Kurt pushed Blaine off of him and scrambled off of his bed, standing at the foot of it with his arms crossed, eyes blazing.
“Screw you, Blaine. There’s something you’re not fucking telling me.”
Now Blaine stood up, mirroring Kurt’s position, “Since when do I have to tell you everything going on in my life?”
“I’m not saying you have to tell me everything. I’m saying there’s something specifically that you’re not telling me and it obviously has something to with me. With us!”
“What ‘us’?!”
That hurt. Kurt recoiled as if it were a physical blow and he saw it, the flicker in Blaine’s eyes, the regret. The fear and sorrow and desperation. But it was quickly replaced with anger.
Kurt had a feeling the anger wasn’t directed at him, though.
“The us that’s always been there. Where you’re Blaine and I’m Kurt and we can talk about everything and anything without fear of being judged.” Kurt answered quietly, his arms that were crossed over his chest were now holding at his sides.
Blaine raked his hand through his hair angrily, shaking his head.
“Blaine…talk to me.”
“Drop it, Kurt.” He bit back, beginning to pace back and forth.
“Blaine-”
“I said, drop it!”
Kurt had never heard Blaine yell. Had never seen him this angry. Kurt knew he should just back off, but he couldn’t.
“Don’t fucking do this, Blaine. Don’t shut me out!”
Blaine growled. He honest to god growled. And then the next thing Kurt knew, faster than he could comprehend, Blaine was yanking the door open and was flying down the stairs.
“Blaine. Blaine, wait!” Kurt yelled, chasing after him, jumping the last two steps to catch up since the other boy was already wrenching the front door open.
Kurt ran out into the rain after him and caught Blaine at the end of his front lawn, gripping Blaine’s sleeve to turn him back around.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Kurt yelled. The light drizzle from before now a full on storm, making Kurt’s already fucked up hair lie flat on his head.
“That’s exactly it! ‘Wrong’. I’m wrong for you Kurt. So just stop.”
“No.” Kurt replied, his fingers clenching tightly into Blaine’s sleeve, refusing to let him move an inch. “Blaine Anderson I swear to god if you don’t just tell me what the hell is going on right now I’ll hurt you.”
Blaine looked Kurt dead on, eyes searching as water clung to his eyelashes, rolled down his cheeks.
“My dad.” Was all Blaine said and suddenly it all made sense.
**
“ Blaine, get in here.”
Blaine sighed, dropping his keys in the small bowl by the door. He hadn’t even taken his jacket off and his father already wanted to go at it.
“Now, Blaine.” Mr. Anderson called again.
“I’m coming.” He called out, quickly removing his jacket and putting it on the hook, taking off his blazer and dropping on the back of a kitchen chair as well on his way through the house and to his father.
“Yeah, dad, what’s up?” He asked when he entered the living room, arms automatically crossing over his chest.
“Where were you?”
Blaine fidgeted on the spot but kept his gaze steady, looking his father dead in the eye.
“The Warblers meeting ended early, so I went to get coffee with Kurt.”
“You spend far too much time with your friends, Blaine. You should concentrate more on your academics.”
Blaine raised an eyebrow, “Dad, I have the third highest GPA in my grade. The sixth highest in the whole school. My grades are fine.”
Blaine bit his lip before continuing, “And also…Kurt isn’t just my friend, dad, we’ve been over this.”
Mr. Anderson ignored Blaine’s comment, folding his newspaper and standing, “Other than extracurriculars for school, you will come home immediately after your classes, Blaine.”
“But dad-”
“That’s final, Blaine.”
He didn’t know why, but the next thing Blaine knew, he was yelling.
“That’s not fair, dad. I’m not a child! And you have to accept that! Just like you have to accept me!”
“Do not raise your voice with me, Blaine Anderson. I am your father and you will not speak to me in that manner.”
“This is the only way I can speak to you, dad! It’s the only way to get you to listen.” Blaine bit back angrily.
“I’m gay, dad. And Kurt? He’s my boyfriend. Or at least…I hope he is, but anyways…you have to accept that.”
“Blaine-”
“No, dad! Just freaking…listen to me. You don’t think I know that this isn’t what you wanted? I know you had all these goddamned plans for me growing up. And I’m sorry I ruined it all for you, I am, but you have to get over it and realize that this is me. This isn’t a phase, I’m not changing. So accept it or-”
“Or what, Blaine? What exactly are you planning on doing?” His father asked quietly, anger lacing his words as he tried to keep his temper in check.
“I’m 17 dad, I-I don’t…I don’t have to deal with this, I don’t have to stay-”
“And where the hell do you think you’d go, Blaine?! Just gonna leave? End up on the street? Run off to your friend’s house?”
Blaine glared angrily up at him, deciding to hit him where it hurt, “You know what, yeah, I would go to Lima, to my boyfriend. His father’s a good man. An accepting man.”
“And what exactly does that mean?”
Blaine felt the anger coursing through him like fire, “It means that you could learn a thing or two about parenting from him.”
Mr. Anderson scoffed, “Please. You say they live in Lima? What exactly can white trash teach me?”
Blaine had never been so close to punching his father before in his life, “Don’t. How dare you say anything negative against them. They’re good people, dad. And I’d much rather live there and be accepted than stay here and deal with your shit for the rest of my life!”
“I can’t believe I’m hearing this crap. After everything I’ve done for you?!”
Blaine scoffed, “Done for me?”
His father cut him off before he could start ranting again, “You wanted to leave your old school, and we sent you to Dalton. We didn’t have to, you were in a perfectly fine school beforehand and-”
“Perfectly fine? Dad, I was bullied every damn day! I hated school!”
“I’m sure if you just tried-”
“Try what, dad? To befriend them?! They wanted nothing to do with me. I was just their little faggy punching bag. I had to get out. Dalton was the only safe place for me…if I hadn’t gone there I probably would have…” Blaine shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “The point is, dad, I’m gay. And they hated me for it. Just like you obviously do. And just like before I can’t…I can’t be around that. Not again. So it’s up to you to choose whether or not having me as a son trumps my being gay.”
His father said nothing, just stared him down, the moments ticking by like hours. Finally, his father broke his gaze and turned, leaving the room and Blaine behind him.
**
“My own father can’t accept me, Kurt. I’m just… why can’t I have this? Why can’t I have you?”
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck and pulled him in, their clothes clinging to their bodies like second skins as the rain continued to pour down on them.
“Blaine…you do have me, I swear you do.”
Kurt felt Blaine shake his head against his neck.
“No, I don’t…I can’t. It’s not fair.”
Kurt pulled back and brought a hand up to Blaine’s chin, making the other boy face him.
“Blaine, how can you say that? You have me, I’m yours.”
Blaine shook his head again, squeezing his eyes shut, “Kurt if my dad…if he can’t accept me, he might throw me out and…I mean, I know what I said to him, but I can’t run off to you. I can’t do that to you. Being with me is just…it’s more trouble than it’s worth Kurt. I’m far too much trouble than it’s worth and-”
“God, Blaine, shut up.” Kurt mumbled before moving his hand from Blaine’s chin to his neck and pulling him in for a kiss, both of his hands now framing Blaine’s face.
Blaine’s hands instinctively went to Kurt’s waist, holding him in place.
This kiss wasn’t like the others. It was urgent, but there was more to it. Blaine was kissing him like Kurt was oxygen and Blaine was a drowning man.
Kurt took control and forced the kiss to slow, using long, languid swipes of his tongue, mapping out every inch of Blaine’s mouth.
Blaine conceded and groaned brokenly into Kurt’s mouth, letting his tongue twine with Kurt’s.
Kurt tried to let everything he was feeling pour into the kiss. He was trying to make Blaine realize that Kurt wanted him exactly as he was, whether he was the lead singer of the Warblers or if he was just a scared boy who was in danger of being broken for good. Kurt wanted to make him realize that to him, Blaine was perfect and Blaine was worth it.
Blaine slowly broke the kiss, kissing Kurt’s lips gently once, twice, before resting his forehead against Kurt’s, breath coming out in shallow puffs against Kurt’s lips.
“What am I supposed to do now?” He asked quietly, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms fully around Kurt’s waist.
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck loosely, fingers playing with wet curls at the base of his neck.
“You let me take care of you.”
Blaine shook his head minutely, “You don’t have to-”
Kurt nudged Blaine’s head with his, making the other boy open his eyes, “You’re right. I don’t have to do anything. But I want to. You have to realize you don’t have to go at everything alone anymore. It’s okay to show weakness around me, Blaine. I’ll be here to help you. And as for your dad, if…if he ever does…throw you out, we’re here for you. My family and I. You totally passed the Burt Hummel approval test.”
That made Blaine snort a laugh despite the current situation, and Kurt mentally high-fived himself.
“Just…trust me, kay?”
Blaine nodded, sincerity in his eyes.
“And also,” Kurt tugged hard on the curls he was playing with, making Blaine wince slightly, “Don’t ever shut me out again. You were giving me a freaking heart attack the last few days.”
Blaine had the decency to blush and look away. Kurt massaged the place where he pulled at Blaine’s hair before closing the small gap between them and kissing his boyfriend slowly.
“Come on, let’s get inside before we die of pneumonia.” Kurt said quietly, hands skirting down over Blaine’s arm before grabbing his hand and walking them back into the house, ideas of cozy sweatpants, popcorn, and Disney movies floating around in his head.
**
Kurt took a deep breath and checked his reflection in the rearview mirror one more time, fixing his blazer and checking his tie, before stepping out of his car and up the giant front steps of the house in front of him.
He knew Blaine might very well kill him if he knew what his boyfriend was up to, but Kurt made sure to have Wes and David keep him busy for the afternoon so Kurt could have time to do this.
Kurt closed his eyes and counted to 10 before ringing the door, hands shaking at his sides minutely.
He was pretty sure his heart stopped beating when the door opened and a man stood in front of him, looming.
“Can I help you?”
“Um…Mr. Anderson?”
The man in front of him raised an eyebrow before taking in Kurt’s appearance, recognizing the Dalton uniform instantly.
“Yes. I’m sorry, but my son isn’t in right now-”
“N-no, I um…I came to see you, actually. My uh, my name is Kurt. Kurt Hummel. I was wondering if we could…speak? Please?”
Kurt was mentally berating himself for the way his voice kept shaking. He knew he must’ve looked like a deer caught in the headlights, but he had to go through with this.
“Oh so you’re…look, I’m sorry kid, but I-”
Mr. Anderson was already backing up and beginning to close the door and before he knew what he was doing, Kurt shot forward, holding the door in place, “Sir, please, I just…I need to talk to you. Please.”
They stared each other down. Kurt was grateful for the sudden adrenaline rush coursing through him, giving him a sudden confidence that he desperately needed.
He noticed the way the man’s jaw ticked, but he said nothing. After a moment, Mr. Anderson stepped away from the door and moved aside, granting Kurt entrance to the house.
Kurt closed the door behind him and followed the man down the hall and into a room that Blaine had always said was “off limits. Unless you want your head chopped off.”
Apparently it was the man’s office. The walls were lined with bookshelves and papers were scattered over the desk in the middle, a leather couch in the corner. An impressive looking computer sat on the side of the desk facing a large armchair.
Mr. Anderson took his seat in the armchair and waved a hand for Kurt to sit in one of the two seats on the other side of the desk. Kurt hesitated for a moment before sitting, hands automatically folding in his lap.
“So…what did you want to talk about, mister…”
“Hummel, sir. And I wanted to speak with you about Blaine.”
Mr. Anderson took the glasses that were hanging around his neck and put them back on, looking down at Kurt like a psychiatrist looked at their patient.
“Well…get on with it, then.”
His tone was condescending and that gave Kurt the courage to blurt out what he wanted to say.
“With all due respect sir, you need to change how you are with your son.”
He knew he was being blunt, but he didn’t want to beat around the bush. He had to get it out before his rationality set in and he went running for the door.
Mr. Anderson raised an eyebrow and Kurt was suddenly hit with just how similar he looked to Blaine. The man’s hair was lighter, and wasn’t curly, but it was in almost the same gelled-style that Blaine normally wore his. Where Blaine’s eyes were hazel, Mr. Anderson’s were more green. But they had the same nose, jaw line, eyebrows. Kurt wondered if they had the same smile.
“I really do not think my relationship with my son is any of your concern, Mr. Hummel.”
Shit, here comes the word vomit.
“It does when you treat him the way you do and you put him down, make him feel like a horrible person.”
“Excuse me?”
“Mr. Anderson, your son loves you. All he wants from you is acceptance. And that’s the one thing you’re not giving him. He constantly beats himself up over all of this and it isn’t fair and it isn’t right.”
Kurt didn’t know when he stood up, but suddenly he was leaning over the desk, hands planted on the sides.
“I care deeply about your son, sir. He helped me through one of the hardest times in my life, and it’s killing me that I can’t do much to help him. But I can do this. I can try and make you see that your son’s sexuality has nothing to do with him as a person. He. Is. A. Good. Person, Mr. Anderson. And all he wants is his father to acknowledge that.”
Blaine’s father sat in silence, staring at the boy in front of him that had fire in his eyes.
“You should leave now, Mr. Hummel.”
“But sir-”
“That was not a request, kid.”
Kurt sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before standing up straight and nodding, turning to leave.
With his hand on the knob he hesitated, “Mr. Anderson…if you don’t change…you’ll lose him.” Kurt said while staring down at his hands.
“Have a good day.” Kurt told him quietly as he walked out of the room, staring the man in the eyes before shutting the door.
**
“Blaine, I need to speak with you.”
Blaine groaned and was torn between just turning right back around and leaving the house or bashing his head against the nearest wall but then realized either option just wouldn’t end well for him.
“Yeah dad, coming.” He called out exasperatedly.
Wes and David had taken him to the mall. Honest to god wanted to go shopping.
And he thought he was the gay one in the group.
They ended up just walking around and eating at the food court, all the while getting weird looks for their uniforms, before Blaine had had enough and told them he had a headache and wanted to go home. He knew something was up with Kurt the moment the boy declined an invite to go with them because if Blaine knew anything about Kurt Hummel, it was that the boy liked his clothes. Blaine wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and call him, to try and figure out what was going on, but now obviously that wasn’t going to happen.
And to top it all off, now he really was getting a headache. So fuck you too, karma.
Blaine went over to the living room and blinked in confusion when his father was nowhere to be seen. His name was called again and he realized his dad was in his office. Which never meant anything good.
Blaine trudged into his father’s office and closed the door behind him quietly, the snick of the lock catching sounding like a gunshot in the quiet room.
“Yes, dad?” Blaine asked quietly, not moving away from the door in case he needed to make a quick escape.
“Your…Kurt Hummel came by to see me this afternoon.”
Of all the things Blaine expected his father to say, that certainly wasn’t one of them. All of the blood drained from his face and Blaine unconsciously stepped forward into the room and towards his father.
“Wh-what? Oh god, dad, what did you say to him? What did you do? I swear if-”
Mr. Anderson raised a hand and effectively cut off his son’s rambling. He stood slowly and rounded his desk, coming to stand a few feet away from Blaine.
“He certainly wasn’t…what I expected.”
“Dad-”
Mr. Anderson raised his hand again and Blaine closed his mouth, trapping his bottom lip tightly between his teeth.
“He has guts, I’ll give him that. He had the nerve to come into my house and tell me how to raise my son.”
Blaine bit down so hard to keep from lashing out that he drew blood. It was good. The slight sting of pain gave him something to focus on.
Mr. Anderson stepped closer and Blaine stood his ground, raising his chin minutely to stare his father in the eyes.
“Blaine.”
Blaine steeled himself, ready to have his ass verbally handed to him (or worse, physically) as his father stopped inches in front of him.
He wasn’t going to show weakness. He wasn’t going to let his father break him. He was already mentally going through all of his possessions, deciding which he should take with him when he left when his father raised his hand.
Alright, fuck it, he flinched. Sue him.
He flinched when…when his father placed his hand on shoulder.
Blaine looked his father in the eyes with confusion, teeth freeing his abused lip as his mouth dropped open.
Mr. Anderson’s other hand came up to grip Blaine’s other shoulder. “Blaine…I’m sorry.”
It was said quietly, a whisper. But in the silent room it was as loud as a scream.
“Dad?”
His father squeezed his shoulders as he rolled his lips into his mouth, searching his son’s face.
“Blaine. When K-your…boyfriend came to speak with me. I wanted nothing to do with him. But he forced me to let him in. He made me realize what…what I was doing to you, son, and I never…I don’t want to lose you, Blaine.”
He couldn’t help himself. Blaine’s composure cracked and suddenly he was flinging himself into his father’s body, wrapping his arms around him tightly. He held back a sob when he felt his father’s arms wrap themselves around him.
“I’m so sorry Blaine, and I do…I do accept you. It’s going to take some time, but I never want you to think otherwise, okay?”
Blaine nodded against his father’s shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut to keep his tears at bay.
His father grabbed his shoulders again to pull him back and face him and when Blaine opened his eyes, he was shocked to see unshed tears in his father’s eyes.
“I love you, Blaine. I don’t want you going anywhere. We’ll…together we’ll work through all of this.”
Blaine nodded again rapidly, suddenly feeling all of five years old.
His father rested his hand against his neck, squeezing gently before pulling away and standing back.
“So…tell…tell me about Kurt?”
Blaine smiled at the question and followed him to sit on the couch in the corner of the room, prepared to tell his father everything about the boy that helped changed his life.
**
Blaine saw Kurt up ahead in the hallway walking to his first class the next morning and he took off in a run down the hall, disregarding everyone around him that stared because just what the hell is the perfect Blaine Anderson doing running around the school at 8am?
When Blaine caught up he literally jumped Kurt, wrapping his arms around the boy’s neck and hugging him tightly.
Kurt let out a small scream and various people around them literally stopped to stare but Blaine didn’t care.
“Good morning my perfect, amazing, wonderful boyfriend,” Blaine breathed happily as they stopped and he gave Kurt a proper hug from the front.
Kurt looked at Blaine in confused amusement but returned the hug; automatically tangling his fingers with Blaine’s when Blaine grabbed his hand. They stood to the side next to a row of lockers as people continued to pass by and Kurt searched Blaine’s face, wondering just what the hell was going on and why his boyfriend was so happy.
“Blaine?”
“Yes?”
“Why are you acting like an excited puppy?”
Blaine laughed, eyes shining and crinkling in the corners, teeth showing and damn did he look beautiful.
“Because of you.”
“Me? I-”
Blaine cut him off, “I know you talked to my dad, Kurt.”
Kurt’s face paled and he stuttered, “I-I, shit, Blaine, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep or-”
“Whoa, whoa,” Blaine reached down to grab Kurt’s other hand, holding them both up to his chest as he stared Kurt in the eyes.
“Kurt, I’m not mad, I’m…thank you.”
“What?”
“Thank you, Kurt…seriously. You…you made my dad realize what he was doing to me and that he was…messing me up, I guess.”
“Oh well um…you’re welcome then?”
Blaine rolled his eyes and leaned in, kissing Kurt quickly just because he could, dammit.
“He likes you. He likes that you had the balls to stand up to him…for me.”
Kurt blushed and looked around, a small smile playing at his lips.
“Thank you, Kurt.” Blaine said again. But this time it was quiet, Blaine’s happiness dropping and being replaced with seriousness and sincerity. “You didn’t…I mean…I’ve never had anyone care enough to do something like this for me and I…I don’t really know how to react to all this? I’ve never-I never had someone to help me, someone I could fall back on.”
Kurt smiled again, taking his hands out of Blaine’s grasp to place them on either side of Blaine’s face.
“I told you I was going to be here for you, Blaine, and I meant it. Besides, you helped me first, remember?”
Blaine nodded, his hands going to rest lightly on Kurt’s waist. “We help each other.”
“We need each other.” Kurt corrected him and Blaine was shaken by how very accurate that statement was.
When they first met, he was determined to help Kurt, determined to help the boy that was going through the same hell he had to face alone.
He never expected the boy to help him in return. He never expected to need someone there to help him. But he did, and he had it, and he wasn’t going to let it go.
Blaine reached up to cover Kurt’s hands with his own, pulling one over to kiss one of Kurt’s palms, “Come on, I’ll walk you to class.”
Kurt smiled and nodded, walking hand in hand down the hall with the person that he liked, with his boyfriend, without fear.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 6075
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title from the song Set Fire To The Rain by Adele
Summary: Kurt figured that finally, he was getting some good celestial karma sent his way. His dad had a clean bill of health at his last checkup, he was passing all of his classes, and Burt didn’t threaten to disembody anyone when he found out Blaine had kissed him. All in all, life was pretty good. Except for the fact that Blaine had been acting distant since yesterday.
A/N: Written for my friend Lyssa because she is absolutely fabulous and I felt like I had to bake her a cake or write her a fic. Obviously the fic was a better idea. She wanted Blaine back story and a moment in the rain...so hopefully this doesn't disappoint. Not beta'd, so please excuse any mistakes.
Warnings: Angst. Because my head!canon has decided Blaine is just one hobbit-sized ball of angst and the boy desperately needs a hug. Also swearing because I'm incapable of writing a fic without f'bombs.
(I also link to this picture I made in the fic because when I found the stock image, it was too perfect.)
To say Blaine was acting weird was an understatement.
Ever since their kiss two weeks ago in the Dalton commons, Kurt figured that finally, finally, he was getting some good celestial karma sent his way. His dad had a clean bill of health at his last checkup, he was passing all of his classes, and Burt didn’t threaten to disembody anyone when he found out Blaine had kissed him.
All in all, life was pretty good.
Except for the fact that Blaine had been acting distant since yesterday and barely even touched him, let alone kissed him.
Time to get to the bottom of this Kurt thought to himself as the last bell of the day ran and bolted out of his classroom, making his way through the student-filled halls quickly as he raced to Blaine’s locker.
“Hey,” He said breathlessly just as Blaine was shutting his locker.
“Oh um, hey Kurt.” He said quietly, adjusting his bag’s strap over his shoulder.
They stayed silent for a moment, just staring at each other until Kurt mentally smacked himself and he opened his mouth, “Can you come over later? Please?”
He didn’t mean to ask that. He mean to sound so desperate. But he did and he was.
He was scared.
The first few days after the kiss were great. Blaine had always been a touchy-feely kind of person. The kind of friend that would sling an arm over your shoulder and hug you from behind just because he wanted to. But after the kiss they were practically attached at the hip. When they were alone anyways.
Kurt was afraid to hold hands in the halls because even though he knew Dalton was safe, too many years of slushies and lockers and dumpsters kept him on constant alert. Blaine assured him that nothing would happen and made of show of grabbing Kurt’s hand in his, twining their fingers together and literally swinging their hands together for the world to see.
Kurt was petrified. Blaine was smug.
It took Kurt three days before he was the one reaching down to grab Blaine’s hand in his.
It took another four days for him to get the courage to kiss Blaine in front of everyone, just a peck before heading into his classroom.
His heart rate never slowed the entire period.
That was three days ago. And ever since then, Blaine had only held his hand once, his fingers dangling loosely in Kurt’s death grip.
When Kurt leaned down a bit to kiss his lips, Blaine turned his head a fraction at the last second and Kurt just got his cheek.
Did Blaine not want him? Did he realize he made a mistake? Was there someone else? Was it something he did?
“I um…”
“Please.” Kurt said again, knuckles whitening with how hard he was gripping the strap on his bag.
Blaine sighed and looked down, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I can’t.”
“But Bl-”
Blaine held up a hand, his face weary, “I-I can’t…I can’t tonight. But…tomorrow?”
Kurt couldn’t place the look on Blaine’s face; it was something stuck between desperation and fear, with a definite undercurrent of anger and exhaustion.
Kurt wasn’t sure if he even wanted to find a name for the way Blaine looked.
Kurt nodded quickly, taking whatever it was he could get.
“Yeah, yeah okay, tomorrow then. Call me later?” He asked hopefully, a pitiful excuse for a smile gracing his lips.
“I’ll try. I um…I can’t promise anything, sorry.”
And just like that, Blaine was walking down the hall and away from Kurt.
Kurt wanted to follow. His brain begged him to follow, to go and chase Blaine down and demand to know what was going on right the fuck now.
But his feet were cemented to the spot. It wasn’t until Blaine rounded the corner and disappeared that Kurt finally moved, stumbling down the hall in the other direction, heartbeat flying in his chest.
**
Kurt was pretty sure he had never been this anxious in his life.
Blaine never called him last night, but he did text him around 10 in the morning to confirm that he would be going over later in the day.
Kurt couldn’t tell if that was a good or a bad thing.
He had gone over every single detail about their relationship (and really, was it a relationship? Could he say that?) trying to figure out if he had done something to cause Blaine to act this way.
After almost an hour of backtracking thoroughly through the last two weeks he realized that no, it couldn’t possibly have anything to do with something that he had done.
Could it?
His musings were cut off when the doorbell rang.
“Okay…okay, okay, relax, deep breaths…it’ll all be okay.” Kurt whispered to himself while he checked his appearance in the mirror one last time before running out of his room and down the steps to the door.
Kurt pulled open the door and suddenly all of his anxiety flew out the window. Blaine was standing on his porch in dark jeans, a blue hoodie, worn-in converse and his hair only had a fraction of the gel it usually did, glistening with the few raindrops that had hit his head as it began to lightly rain.
In other words, he looked gorgeous.
Kurt couldn’t help himself, really he couldn’t. One second he was holding open the door and the next he was flinging himself into Blaine’s arms, wrapping his arms around the other boy’s neck tightly.
He didn’t miss the way Blaine hesitated for a moment before wrapping his arms around Kurt’s waist and holding on just as tightly, burying his face into Kurt’s neck, breathing in deeply.
Kurt reluctantly pulled away but did a mental victory dance when Blaine’s fingers trailed down his arm, and to his hand, tangling their fingers together.
Kurt smiled to himself as he led the way upstairs to his room, forever grateful Finn was at Puck’s house and Carole convinced Burt to go out for the day when he let slip that Blaine would be coming over(the woman was a saint, really.)
Kurt pulled Blaine into his room and the second he closed the door Blaine was on him, crowding into his space as he backed Kurt up against the door, nosing along his jaw line, his hands low on Kurt’s hips.
Kurt had plans for their meeting today, dammit.
He was going to sit Blaine down and they were going to talk.
But then Blaine’s grip tightened just that much and he kissed that spot behind his ear, and Kurt Hummel was a goner.
Kurt’s hands flew up to Blaine’s face, pushing and pulling until he had Blaine’s lips on his, groaning when Blaine got even closer, one of his hands moving from Kurt’s hip to brace himself on the wall next to the other boy’s head.
Blaine tilted his head and traced Kurt’s lips with his tongue, coaxing his mouth open. Kurt quickly complied, breaths coming in short spurts when Blaine’s tongue came in contact with his and holy shit, that should totally not be legal.
Kurt wrapped an arm around Blaine’s neck tightly to hold himself up but then Blaine suddenly bent down a bit and… oh, okay, Kurt’s legs were now wrapped around Blaine’s waist and he was being turned, moving towards the bed.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kurt knew this was a bad idea. But with Blaine’s mouth on his and Blaine fucking carrying him (and holy shit, how hot was that), Kurt’s brain kind of shut off.
They were lying horizontally across Kurt’s bed, Blaine straddling his lap as he kissed his way from Kurt’s lips to his jaw and down his neck, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses in his wake making Kurt feel like his skin was on fire.
Blaine pulled the neck of Kurt’s button-down over to the side and began kissing and licking at the newly exposed skin. Kurt gasped when Blaine hit a sensitive spot and instead of continuing on, Blaine stayed where he was, laving at the spot before sucking the skin into his mouth and biting lightly.
Kurt felt like he was going to fly out of his skin. He had one hand tangled in Blaine’s hair (although he wasn’t sure if he should push the other boy away or pull him in closer) and the other was scrabbling around the sheets for purchase, trying to find something to hold onto, to ground him.
This…this was so beyond what Kurt had imagined for his afternoon. Hell, it was more than he could ever dream of having period, let alone with Blaine.
Each kiss left a searing feeling in his skin. But it was good. It was great. If Kurt could have this feeling of pure fucking bliss all the time, for the rest of his life, he’d die a happy man.
But this…this wasn’t part of the plan.
Kurt was totally on board with making out (really, really on board), but he needed to talk with Blaine first.
“B-blaine…” Kurt rasped out, all but panting as Blaine continued to nip and kiss him anywhere his lips could reach.
“Mm,” Blaine replied, kissing back up Kurt’s jaw before capturing Kurt’s lips in his again and Kurt couldn’t help but kiss back, his fingers tightening in Blaine’s curls.
“Mmph, Blaine. Blaine stop-” Kurt mumbled against Blaine’s lips, literally hating himself when he tugged on Blaine’s hair to pull him away.
It took Blaine a second to get what was going on, but once he did his head flew up, eyes wide, pupils blown, “Shit, Kurt, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean. I mean, ah, crap, are you okay? Did I-”
“Blaine, Blaine, it’s okay. It’s okay, calm down.” Kurt hurriedly assured him, rubbing his hand up and down Blaine’s arm that was holding him up next to his head.
“Then what…?”Blaine asked confusedly, eyebrows scrunching and pouting like a child who had just had their toy taken away.
“I um…” Kurt rose up onto his elbows, making Blaine rise up and onto his knees.
“What? Kurt, what is it?” Blaine asked quietly.
Kurt took a deep breath, “Okay I um…well, what…what happened? The other day I mean.”
Blaine raised an eyebrow at him and Kurt sighed, running a hand through his hair (which was now a damn mess, Jesus Christ).
“You…you’ve been avoiding me. A-at school I mean. And um…well, is it me? Is it my fault, something I did? Because I mean, we were fine a few days ago, and just now we seemed more than fine, but the last day or so you’ve been acting weird and if it’s something I did I’d like to know and-”
Blaine cut him off, placing his hand over Kurt’s mouth, effectively shutting him up.
“Kurt, I don’t…I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”
And suddenly it was like a switch flipped inside of him.
He ripped Blaine’s hand off of his mouth, “Bull shit you don’t. You’ve been ignoring me in school for the last two days, you didn’t call me last night, I practically had to beg you to come over today-”
“Well I’m sorry that you’re so damn needy all of a sudden!”
Kurt pushed Blaine off of him and scrambled off of his bed, standing at the foot of it with his arms crossed, eyes blazing.
“Screw you, Blaine. There’s something you’re not fucking telling me.”
Now Blaine stood up, mirroring Kurt’s position, “Since when do I have to tell you everything going on in my life?”
“I’m not saying you have to tell me everything. I’m saying there’s something specifically that you’re not telling me and it obviously has something to with me. With us!”
“What ‘us’?!”
That hurt. Kurt recoiled as if it were a physical blow and he saw it, the flicker in Blaine’s eyes, the regret. The fear and sorrow and desperation. But it was quickly replaced with anger.
Kurt had a feeling the anger wasn’t directed at him, though.
“The us that’s always been there. Where you’re Blaine and I’m Kurt and we can talk about everything and anything without fear of being judged.” Kurt answered quietly, his arms that were crossed over his chest were now holding at his sides.
Blaine raked his hand through his hair angrily, shaking his head.
“Blaine…talk to me.”
“Drop it, Kurt.” He bit back, beginning to pace back and forth.
“Blaine-”
“I said, drop it!”
Kurt had never heard Blaine yell. Had never seen him this angry. Kurt knew he should just back off, but he couldn’t.
“Don’t fucking do this, Blaine. Don’t shut me out!”
Blaine growled. He honest to god growled. And then the next thing Kurt knew, faster than he could comprehend, Blaine was yanking the door open and was flying down the stairs.
“Blaine. Blaine, wait!” Kurt yelled, chasing after him, jumping the last two steps to catch up since the other boy was already wrenching the front door open.
Kurt ran out into the rain after him and caught Blaine at the end of his front lawn, gripping Blaine’s sleeve to turn him back around.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Kurt yelled. The light drizzle from before now a full on storm, making Kurt’s already fucked up hair lie flat on his head.
“That’s exactly it! ‘Wrong’. I’m wrong for you Kurt. So just stop.”
“No.” Kurt replied, his fingers clenching tightly into Blaine’s sleeve, refusing to let him move an inch. “Blaine Anderson I swear to god if you don’t just tell me what the hell is going on right now I’ll hurt you.”
Blaine looked Kurt dead on, eyes searching as water clung to his eyelashes, rolled down his cheeks.
“My dad.” Was all Blaine said and suddenly it all made sense.
**
“ Blaine, get in here.”
Blaine sighed, dropping his keys in the small bowl by the door. He hadn’t even taken his jacket off and his father already wanted to go at it.
“Now, Blaine.” Mr. Anderson called again.
“I’m coming.” He called out, quickly removing his jacket and putting it on the hook, taking off his blazer and dropping on the back of a kitchen chair as well on his way through the house and to his father.
“Yeah, dad, what’s up?” He asked when he entered the living room, arms automatically crossing over his chest.
“Where were you?”
Blaine fidgeted on the spot but kept his gaze steady, looking his father dead in the eye.
“The Warblers meeting ended early, so I went to get coffee with Kurt.”
“You spend far too much time with your friends, Blaine. You should concentrate more on your academics.”
Blaine raised an eyebrow, “Dad, I have the third highest GPA in my grade. The sixth highest in the whole school. My grades are fine.”
Blaine bit his lip before continuing, “And also…Kurt isn’t just my friend, dad, we’ve been over this.”
Mr. Anderson ignored Blaine’s comment, folding his newspaper and standing, “Other than extracurriculars for school, you will come home immediately after your classes, Blaine.”
“But dad-”
“That’s final, Blaine.”
He didn’t know why, but the next thing Blaine knew, he was yelling.
“That’s not fair, dad. I’m not a child! And you have to accept that! Just like you have to accept me!”
“Do not raise your voice with me, Blaine Anderson. I am your father and you will not speak to me in that manner.”
“This is the only way I can speak to you, dad! It’s the only way to get you to listen.” Blaine bit back angrily.
“I’m gay, dad. And Kurt? He’s my boyfriend. Or at least…I hope he is, but anyways…you have to accept that.”
“Blaine-”
“No, dad! Just freaking…listen to me. You don’t think I know that this isn’t what you wanted? I know you had all these goddamned plans for me growing up. And I’m sorry I ruined it all for you, I am, but you have to get over it and realize that this is me. This isn’t a phase, I’m not changing. So accept it or-”
“Or what, Blaine? What exactly are you planning on doing?” His father asked quietly, anger lacing his words as he tried to keep his temper in check.
“I’m 17 dad, I-I don’t…I don’t have to deal with this, I don’t have to stay-”
“And where the hell do you think you’d go, Blaine?! Just gonna leave? End up on the street? Run off to your friend’s house?”
Blaine glared angrily up at him, deciding to hit him where it hurt, “You know what, yeah, I would go to Lima, to my boyfriend. His father’s a good man. An accepting man.”
“And what exactly does that mean?”
Blaine felt the anger coursing through him like fire, “It means that you could learn a thing or two about parenting from him.”
Mr. Anderson scoffed, “Please. You say they live in Lima? What exactly can white trash teach me?”
Blaine had never been so close to punching his father before in his life, “Don’t. How dare you say anything negative against them. They’re good people, dad. And I’d much rather live there and be accepted than stay here and deal with your shit for the rest of my life!”
“I can’t believe I’m hearing this crap. After everything I’ve done for you?!”
Blaine scoffed, “Done for me?”
His father cut him off before he could start ranting again, “You wanted to leave your old school, and we sent you to Dalton. We didn’t have to, you were in a perfectly fine school beforehand and-”
“Perfectly fine? Dad, I was bullied every damn day! I hated school!”
“I’m sure if you just tried-”
“Try what, dad? To befriend them?! They wanted nothing to do with me. I was just their little faggy punching bag. I had to get out. Dalton was the only safe place for me…if I hadn’t gone there I probably would have…” Blaine shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “The point is, dad, I’m gay. And they hated me for it. Just like you obviously do. And just like before I can’t…I can’t be around that. Not again. So it’s up to you to choose whether or not having me as a son trumps my being gay.”
His father said nothing, just stared him down, the moments ticking by like hours. Finally, his father broke his gaze and turned, leaving the room and Blaine behind him.
**
“My own father can’t accept me, Kurt. I’m just… why can’t I have this? Why can’t I have you?”
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck and pulled him in, their clothes clinging to their bodies like second skins as the rain continued to pour down on them.
“Blaine…you do have me, I swear you do.”
Kurt felt Blaine shake his head against his neck.
“No, I don’t…I can’t. It’s not fair.”
Kurt pulled back and brought a hand up to Blaine’s chin, making the other boy face him.
“Blaine, how can you say that? You have me, I’m yours.”
Blaine shook his head again, squeezing his eyes shut, “Kurt if my dad…if he can’t accept me, he might throw me out and…I mean, I know what I said to him, but I can’t run off to you. I can’t do that to you. Being with me is just…it’s more trouble than it’s worth Kurt. I’m far too much trouble than it’s worth and-”
“God, Blaine, shut up.” Kurt mumbled before moving his hand from Blaine’s chin to his neck and pulling him in for a kiss, both of his hands now framing Blaine’s face.
Blaine’s hands instinctively went to Kurt’s waist, holding him in place.
This kiss wasn’t like the others. It was urgent, but there was more to it. Blaine was kissing him like Kurt was oxygen and Blaine was a drowning man.
Kurt took control and forced the kiss to slow, using long, languid swipes of his tongue, mapping out every inch of Blaine’s mouth.
Blaine conceded and groaned brokenly into Kurt’s mouth, letting his tongue twine with Kurt’s.
Kurt tried to let everything he was feeling pour into the kiss. He was trying to make Blaine realize that Kurt wanted him exactly as he was, whether he was the lead singer of the Warblers or if he was just a scared boy who was in danger of being broken for good. Kurt wanted to make him realize that to him, Blaine was perfect and Blaine was worth it.
Blaine slowly broke the kiss, kissing Kurt’s lips gently once, twice, before resting his forehead against Kurt’s, breath coming out in shallow puffs against Kurt’s lips.
“What am I supposed to do now?” He asked quietly, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms fully around Kurt’s waist.
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck loosely, fingers playing with wet curls at the base of his neck.
“You let me take care of you.”
Blaine shook his head minutely, “You don’t have to-”
Kurt nudged Blaine’s head with his, making the other boy open his eyes, “You’re right. I don’t have to do anything. But I want to. You have to realize you don’t have to go at everything alone anymore. It’s okay to show weakness around me, Blaine. I’ll be here to help you. And as for your dad, if…if he ever does…throw you out, we’re here for you. My family and I. You totally passed the Burt Hummel approval test.”
That made Blaine snort a laugh despite the current situation, and Kurt mentally high-fived himself.
“Just…trust me, kay?”
Blaine nodded, sincerity in his eyes.
“And also,” Kurt tugged hard on the curls he was playing with, making Blaine wince slightly, “Don’t ever shut me out again. You were giving me a freaking heart attack the last few days.”
Blaine had the decency to blush and look away. Kurt massaged the place where he pulled at Blaine’s hair before closing the small gap between them and kissing his boyfriend slowly.
“Come on, let’s get inside before we die of pneumonia.” Kurt said quietly, hands skirting down over Blaine’s arm before grabbing his hand and walking them back into the house, ideas of cozy sweatpants, popcorn, and Disney movies floating around in his head.
**
Kurt took a deep breath and checked his reflection in the rearview mirror one more time, fixing his blazer and checking his tie, before stepping out of his car and up the giant front steps of the house in front of him.
He knew Blaine might very well kill him if he knew what his boyfriend was up to, but Kurt made sure to have Wes and David keep him busy for the afternoon so Kurt could have time to do this.
Kurt closed his eyes and counted to 10 before ringing the door, hands shaking at his sides minutely.
He was pretty sure his heart stopped beating when the door opened and a man stood in front of him, looming.
“Can I help you?”
“Um…Mr. Anderson?”
The man in front of him raised an eyebrow before taking in Kurt’s appearance, recognizing the Dalton uniform instantly.
“Yes. I’m sorry, but my son isn’t in right now-”
“N-no, I um…I came to see you, actually. My uh, my name is Kurt. Kurt Hummel. I was wondering if we could…speak? Please?”
Kurt was mentally berating himself for the way his voice kept shaking. He knew he must’ve looked like a deer caught in the headlights, but he had to go through with this.
“Oh so you’re…look, I’m sorry kid, but I-”
Mr. Anderson was already backing up and beginning to close the door and before he knew what he was doing, Kurt shot forward, holding the door in place, “Sir, please, I just…I need to talk to you. Please.”
They stared each other down. Kurt was grateful for the sudden adrenaline rush coursing through him, giving him a sudden confidence that he desperately needed.
He noticed the way the man’s jaw ticked, but he said nothing. After a moment, Mr. Anderson stepped away from the door and moved aside, granting Kurt entrance to the house.
Kurt closed the door behind him and followed the man down the hall and into a room that Blaine had always said was “off limits. Unless you want your head chopped off.”
Apparently it was the man’s office. The walls were lined with bookshelves and papers were scattered over the desk in the middle, a leather couch in the corner. An impressive looking computer sat on the side of the desk facing a large armchair.
Mr. Anderson took his seat in the armchair and waved a hand for Kurt to sit in one of the two seats on the other side of the desk. Kurt hesitated for a moment before sitting, hands automatically folding in his lap.
“So…what did you want to talk about, mister…”
“Hummel, sir. And I wanted to speak with you about Blaine.”
Mr. Anderson took the glasses that were hanging around his neck and put them back on, looking down at Kurt like a psychiatrist looked at their patient.
“Well…get on with it, then.”
His tone was condescending and that gave Kurt the courage to blurt out what he wanted to say.
“With all due respect sir, you need to change how you are with your son.”
He knew he was being blunt, but he didn’t want to beat around the bush. He had to get it out before his rationality set in and he went running for the door.
Mr. Anderson raised an eyebrow and Kurt was suddenly hit with just how similar he looked to Blaine. The man’s hair was lighter, and wasn’t curly, but it was in almost the same gelled-style that Blaine normally wore his. Where Blaine’s eyes were hazel, Mr. Anderson’s were more green. But they had the same nose, jaw line, eyebrows. Kurt wondered if they had the same smile.
“I really do not think my relationship with my son is any of your concern, Mr. Hummel.”
Shit, here comes the word vomit.
“It does when you treat him the way you do and you put him down, make him feel like a horrible person.”
“Excuse me?”
“Mr. Anderson, your son loves you. All he wants from you is acceptance. And that’s the one thing you’re not giving him. He constantly beats himself up over all of this and it isn’t fair and it isn’t right.”
Kurt didn’t know when he stood up, but suddenly he was leaning over the desk, hands planted on the sides.
“I care deeply about your son, sir. He helped me through one of the hardest times in my life, and it’s killing me that I can’t do much to help him. But I can do this. I can try and make you see that your son’s sexuality has nothing to do with him as a person. He. Is. A. Good. Person, Mr. Anderson. And all he wants is his father to acknowledge that.”
Blaine’s father sat in silence, staring at the boy in front of him that had fire in his eyes.
“You should leave now, Mr. Hummel.”
“But sir-”
“That was not a request, kid.”
Kurt sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before standing up straight and nodding, turning to leave.
With his hand on the knob he hesitated, “Mr. Anderson…if you don’t change…you’ll lose him.” Kurt said while staring down at his hands.
“Have a good day.” Kurt told him quietly as he walked out of the room, staring the man in the eyes before shutting the door.
**
“Blaine, I need to speak with you.”
Blaine groaned and was torn between just turning right back around and leaving the house or bashing his head against the nearest wall but then realized either option just wouldn’t end well for him.
“Yeah dad, coming.” He called out exasperatedly.
Wes and David had taken him to the mall. Honest to god wanted to go shopping.
And he thought he was the gay one in the group.
They ended up just walking around and eating at the food court, all the while getting weird looks for their uniforms, before Blaine had had enough and told them he had a headache and wanted to go home. He knew something was up with Kurt the moment the boy declined an invite to go with them because if Blaine knew anything about Kurt Hummel, it was that the boy liked his clothes. Blaine wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and call him, to try and figure out what was going on, but now obviously that wasn’t going to happen.
And to top it all off, now he really was getting a headache. So fuck you too, karma.
Blaine went over to the living room and blinked in confusion when his father was nowhere to be seen. His name was called again and he realized his dad was in his office. Which never meant anything good.
Blaine trudged into his father’s office and closed the door behind him quietly, the snick of the lock catching sounding like a gunshot in the quiet room.
“Yes, dad?” Blaine asked quietly, not moving away from the door in case he needed to make a quick escape.
“Your…Kurt Hummel came by to see me this afternoon.”
Of all the things Blaine expected his father to say, that certainly wasn’t one of them. All of the blood drained from his face and Blaine unconsciously stepped forward into the room and towards his father.
“Wh-what? Oh god, dad, what did you say to him? What did you do? I swear if-”
Mr. Anderson raised a hand and effectively cut off his son’s rambling. He stood slowly and rounded his desk, coming to stand a few feet away from Blaine.
“He certainly wasn’t…what I expected.”
“Dad-”
Mr. Anderson raised his hand again and Blaine closed his mouth, trapping his bottom lip tightly between his teeth.
“He has guts, I’ll give him that. He had the nerve to come into my house and tell me how to raise my son.”
Blaine bit down so hard to keep from lashing out that he drew blood. It was good. The slight sting of pain gave him something to focus on.
Mr. Anderson stepped closer and Blaine stood his ground, raising his chin minutely to stare his father in the eyes.
“Blaine.”
Blaine steeled himself, ready to have his ass verbally handed to him (or worse, physically) as his father stopped inches in front of him.
He wasn’t going to show weakness. He wasn’t going to let his father break him. He was already mentally going through all of his possessions, deciding which he should take with him when he left when his father raised his hand.
Alright, fuck it, he flinched. Sue him.
He flinched when…when his father placed his hand on shoulder.
Blaine looked his father in the eyes with confusion, teeth freeing his abused lip as his mouth dropped open.
Mr. Anderson’s other hand came up to grip Blaine’s other shoulder. “Blaine…I’m sorry.”
It was said quietly, a whisper. But in the silent room it was as loud as a scream.
“Dad?”
His father squeezed his shoulders as he rolled his lips into his mouth, searching his son’s face.
“Blaine. When K-your…boyfriend came to speak with me. I wanted nothing to do with him. But he forced me to let him in. He made me realize what…what I was doing to you, son, and I never…I don’t want to lose you, Blaine.”
He couldn’t help himself. Blaine’s composure cracked and suddenly he was flinging himself into his father’s body, wrapping his arms around him tightly. He held back a sob when he felt his father’s arms wrap themselves around him.
“I’m so sorry Blaine, and I do…I do accept you. It’s going to take some time, but I never want you to think otherwise, okay?”
Blaine nodded against his father’s shoulder, squeezing his eyes shut to keep his tears at bay.
His father grabbed his shoulders again to pull him back and face him and when Blaine opened his eyes, he was shocked to see unshed tears in his father’s eyes.
“I love you, Blaine. I don’t want you going anywhere. We’ll…together we’ll work through all of this.”
Blaine nodded again rapidly, suddenly feeling all of five years old.
His father rested his hand against his neck, squeezing gently before pulling away and standing back.
“So…tell…tell me about Kurt?”
Blaine smiled at the question and followed him to sit on the couch in the corner of the room, prepared to tell his father everything about the boy that helped changed his life.
**
Blaine saw Kurt up ahead in the hallway walking to his first class the next morning and he took off in a run down the hall, disregarding everyone around him that stared because just what the hell is the perfect Blaine Anderson doing running around the school at 8am?
When Blaine caught up he literally jumped Kurt, wrapping his arms around the boy’s neck and hugging him tightly.
Kurt let out a small scream and various people around them literally stopped to stare but Blaine didn’t care.
“Good morning my perfect, amazing, wonderful boyfriend,” Blaine breathed happily as they stopped and he gave Kurt a proper hug from the front.
Kurt looked at Blaine in confused amusement but returned the hug; automatically tangling his fingers with Blaine’s when Blaine grabbed his hand. They stood to the side next to a row of lockers as people continued to pass by and Kurt searched Blaine’s face, wondering just what the hell was going on and why his boyfriend was so happy.
“Blaine?”
“Yes?”
“Why are you acting like an excited puppy?”
Blaine laughed, eyes shining and crinkling in the corners, teeth showing and damn did he look beautiful.
“Because of you.”
“Me? I-”
Blaine cut him off, “I know you talked to my dad, Kurt.”
Kurt’s face paled and he stuttered, “I-I, shit, Blaine, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep or-”
“Whoa, whoa,” Blaine reached down to grab Kurt’s other hand, holding them both up to his chest as he stared Kurt in the eyes.
“Kurt, I’m not mad, I’m…thank you.”
“What?”
“Thank you, Kurt…seriously. You…you made my dad realize what he was doing to me and that he was…messing me up, I guess.”
“Oh well um…you’re welcome then?”
Blaine rolled his eyes and leaned in, kissing Kurt quickly just because he could, dammit.
“He likes you. He likes that you had the balls to stand up to him…for me.”
Kurt blushed and looked around, a small smile playing at his lips.
“Thank you, Kurt.” Blaine said again. But this time it was quiet, Blaine’s happiness dropping and being replaced with seriousness and sincerity. “You didn’t…I mean…I’ve never had anyone care enough to do something like this for me and I…I don’t really know how to react to all this? I’ve never-I never had someone to help me, someone I could fall back on.”
Kurt smiled again, taking his hands out of Blaine’s grasp to place them on either side of Blaine’s face.
“I told you I was going to be here for you, Blaine, and I meant it. Besides, you helped me first, remember?”
Blaine nodded, his hands going to rest lightly on Kurt’s waist. “We help each other.”
“We need each other.” Kurt corrected him and Blaine was shaken by how very accurate that statement was.
When they first met, he was determined to help Kurt, determined to help the boy that was going through the same hell he had to face alone.
He never expected the boy to help him in return. He never expected to need someone there to help him. But he did, and he had it, and he wasn’t going to let it go.
Blaine reached up to cover Kurt’s hands with his own, pulling one over to kiss one of Kurt’s palms, “Come on, I’ll walk you to class.”
Kurt smiled and nodded, walking hand in hand down the hall with the person that he liked, with his boyfriend, without fear.