|5 Reasons Why Blaine Loves Kurt
Author: cinnamonscrolls PM
Multi-chapter. A story told in moments, like snapshots of Kurt and Blaine's relationship. Mix between fluff and angst. R&R.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Blaine A. & Kurt H. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,321 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 11 - Published: 07-29-11 - id: 7232877
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Blaine's parents are never around. He came to terms with this ages ago because really, why else would they have sent him off to Dalton? Not that he doesn't love the school, he does. Honest to god. He loves Dalton because of so many things; the atmosphere, the Warblers, as well as Wes and David.
He grabs the suitcase off the bed and looks around his dorm room. He swipes his keys off the desk and heads out the door. All the other guys are milling around saying their goodbyes.
"Promise?" David shrieks, feigning hurt until Wes sighs.
"Alright! I promise that as soon as I get home, I will log on to the PlaystationNetwork." Wes's fingers are pressed against his temples, and it's clear that David had been at this for awhile.
David squeals excitedly and hugs him. Wes presents a stiff facade until he eventually hugs David back smiling.
"Boys, it's only holidays. You'll see each other soon enough!" Blaine said, laughing as he ruffled Wes's hair.
"Any amount of time spent apart is too much time apart!" David cried, reaching toward Blaine and pulling him into the hug.
"Perhaps we need to work on your separation anxiety?" Wes asked, nudging David until he let the boys go.
"I don't have a problem!" David cried, pretending to wipe away a tear.
"Yeah, sure... On that note, I'm headed out. Let me know whether you want to meet up and do something over the break." Blaine said cheerily.
"Why are you leaving so early? Kurt's only an hour away. He won't even be out of school by the time you get there." Wes inquired while David studied his fingernails with a confused look on his face.
"It's a Friday, so Kurt has a family dinner. I'm actually heading home." Blaine sighed.
There was brief silence. Blaine because he knew he didn't have to explain himself to the boys, and the boys because they knew that there wasn't anything they could say to make him feel better.
Blaine smiled sadly and waved before leaving the room.
An hour later Blaine was still driving. Rain had started pelting the windows and the road was slick. The closer he got to his house, the more morose he became.
In the beginning he was singing along to his Katy Perry CD and now he was sitting in silence. He didn't want to sing. His mother had always wanted him to be something better than what he was, smarter, more handsome, and a better person.
His father didn't care who he was. The second that Blaine admitted that he was gay, his father hadn't wanted him. He hated the fact that he had to admit to his sexuality. He hated the fact that as soon as he had told them, his father had looked so very ashamed and his mother had treated it as something she had to hide from her society friends.
Blaine pulled the car over. He didn't want this. The holidays weren't meant to be spent alone and depressed. He watched the wipers and considered turning the car around except that he didn't have anywhere else to go.
He gripped the steering wheel, and sighed. He knew it, and everyone else knew it too. All he wanted to do this holidays was see Kurt.
He didn't care where, and he didn't care what they did. He was content with sitting through Kurt's Audrey Hepburn marathons, just to be near him. Ever since Kurt had moved back to McKinley, Blaine had been missing him more and more.
He'd started to notice how much time he hadn't been able to spend with Kurt. So many times when he'd wanted to turn to turn to him and share a joke or a laugh, and Kurt hadn't been there.
Blaine pulled his phone out of his pocket and called Kurt.
"Kurt, I need to ask you about something. I know this is weird, but humour me?"
"Alright... What is it?"
"Do you have plans for the break? Is your family going away or anything?"
"Dad and Carole are going away for the weekend, to commemorate their first year of marriage and Finn's probably going to spend his days bouncing between the houses of Quinn, Rachel and Puck. Why?"
"I need to come over. Please? I don't have to stay long, I just need to see you."
"Um, sure. I won't be home for another half hour though. It's the last glee club for this semester."
"I won't be there for another hour. Thank you for this. I'll explain when I get there."
The phone disconnected and he pulled back onto the road with a slight squeal of the tyres. He flipped the CD player back on but changed to another CD. For the first time in months, he wasn't in a Katy Perry mood.
When Blaine pulled up in front of Kurt's house, he was already wondering how he was going to explain his behaviour on the phone. He sounded stupid. His head dropped to the steering wheel with a loud thunk. He sounded like such a fucking idiot.
He shut the car off, took a deep breath and left the car. Sighing, he made his way up to the front door. Before he had raised his hand to knock, the door swung open revealing a worried looking Kurt.
"What happened?" Kurt said, leading him to the stairs.
"I just couldn't do it. I couldn't go back to that mausoleum that my parents call a house. Not alone, and not looking at all the reminders that I am not a part of their lives anymore." Blaine had been motioning with his hands while he spoke.
Kurt reached out and took one, before leading Blaine up the stairs to his room.
"You can stay here. It's okay. You can stay here for the night, but then we'll have to work something else out."
Kurt sat on the bed and motioned for Blaine to join him. Blaine laid down, dropping his head into Kurt's lap.
"I just want... I don't even know what I want! I want them to grow up, and to let me be who I am instead of trying to mould me into who they want me to be." Blaine muttered, knowing he didn't make much sense.
Kurt just nodded and made the appropriate 'hmm' sounds while running his hands through Blaine's hair, separating the rigidly gelled strands.
"To be completely honest, I'm not even sure if I want to see them again. I don't even know that they're home. Normally they leave before I get home."
Kurt hmm-ed again, knowing that Blaine needed to vent and that he wasn't ready to listen.
"Thank you for today. For this moment. For everything."
"You know that I'm here and that I'll do whatever I can for you. Let me just say one thing? I love you. It's not because of those breathtaking solos, and it's not because of your smarts. It's you." Kurt smiled briefly. "I love every little thing about you."
Blaine curled his fingers into Kurt's shirt, pulling him down for a kiss. "Ah, silksilksilk-" Blaine just smiles and kisses him. It starts out sweet with soft little murmurs, and slowly it reaches a desperate level before they break apart.
Kurt's hand runs slowly from Blaine's collarbone down to his navel, and he lets his head rest against Blaine's shoulder.
"You're amazing Kurt." Blaine brushed his hand through Kurt's hair. "Do you think your dad will mind me being here? He's not the most jazzed about me at the best of times."
"You're always welcome here." Kurt murmurs. "Always."