I am speechless over the amazing response to the first two chapters. Speechless and terrified. Thank you so much for the wonderful support, follows, reviews and encouragement. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I'll do my best not to disappoint.
I know your insides are feeling so hollow
And it's a hard pill for you to swallow
But if I fall for you, I'll never recover
If I fall for you, I'll never be the same
Love Somebody - Maroon 5
Four weeks later Kurt was no longer worried about whether or not changing schools was a good idea, or if it was worth the extra time and money being spent by his father to pay tuition.
Changing schools was an outstanding idea.
An excellent idea.
The best decision he'd made in his entire life.
Yes, the classes were harder, but the students were kinder. Even Doug seemed to adjust to his presence, helping Kurt out with some particularly tough math assignments. Kurt still hadn't found out why Doug ended up in their super small room, but he no longer cared. He was too busy studying, hanging out with the Warblers, and for the first time ever, really enjoying school.
And then there was Blaine.
His new best friend.
The boy he was slowly falling in love with.
Kurt couldn't help it. Blaine was handsome, smart, and incredibly talented. He could sing, dance, and play piano. Despite knowing every song in the Warbler binder, Kurt pretended not to know a few just to hear Blaine play and sing for him. His smile made Kurt's insides do somersaults, and feel things in his pants he hadn't felt since his ridiculous crush on Finn.
It turned out that Kurt and Blaine were in the same history class. This led to studying together which turned into hours spent talking. Actually, Kurt talked while Blaine listened, and one day Kurt finally told Blaine about the bullying he'd endured which led him to Dalton.
It was the first time Kurt had ever spoken so openly and honestly about how terrified he'd been. The fear that gripped him the moment he arrived at school each day. The bruises to his body and his psyche as the abuse escalated to the horrible kiss in the locker room followed by the death threats. He talked about the loneliness of being the only out gay kid at his school and how often he wished someone, anyone, would come to his rescue and protect him.
Kurt was surprised at just how much pent up conversation he had inside. Whenever he apologized for monopolizing the conversation, Blaine would shake his head and smile.
"As far as I'm concerned, you are the most interesting boy in all of Ohio." And the most gorgeous. I could stare at you all day.
Kurt loved being the center of Blaine's attention, but it bothered him that Blaine never talked about himself.
Despite spending so much time together, Kurt felt he knew very little about Blaine. He knew top surface things like favorite songs, movies, and foods, but every time he tried to learn more about Blaine's family or home life, he was met with a wall of silence or one word answers that were clouded in mystery and didn't make sense.
Starting with Blaine's room.
The first time Kurt stepped into Blaine's room he was speechless. First of all, it was more than larger than the other dorm rooms. It was almost two and a half dorm rooms put together. It was even larger than the floor advisor rooms. On top of its size, Blaine had his own bathroom. Kurt couldn't help but glare at him accusingly.
"Okay, I don't get it. Why do you have your own big ass room? A room with a bathroom at that."
"It wasn't my idea. My father requested it."
"Why did the school agree?"
"He was willing to pay for it."
Blaine cut him off. "Does it really matter? It's just a room."
Kurt felt like a jealous child. "No…I guess not."
Blaine smiled. "Do I detect a little jealousy?"
"Oh, you detect a lot of jealousy. I'm living in a closet while you lay in the lap of luxury. With a bathroom." Kurt walked over and peeked inside. "And it has a bathtub!" Kurt stared at the bathtub with longing. He always wished for a bath on the days he had gym. Dalton's physical education program was as rigorous as its academics.
He wasn't aware of Blaine standing behind him until Blaine placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders and gently squeezed. His voice was quiet and tinged with something raw that made Kurt's insides stretch and quiver.
"I never allow anyone to use it, but…if you'd ever like to take a bath you're more than welcome. I'd love to share my bath…tub with you."
Kurt closed his eyes and swallowed. He turned around slowly as Blaine stepped back. He was staring at Kurt with an intensity that both thrilled and scared him.
"Thank you. I'll keep that in mind."
Blaine held his gaze for another moment before breaking the spell by suggesting they discuss their history assignment. Kurt nodded and continued nodding the rest of the evening. Blaine talked but Kurt didn't hear a word he said. He just stared at him.
And thought about bubble baths.
And wondered how curly Blaine's hair would get when wet.
The greater mystery was Telio.
Telio reminded Kurt of a planet orbiting a sun named Blaine.
He was always around. He wasn't a Warbler, but he was always lurking outside the music room. He didn't have any classes with Blaine, but he always seemed to magically appear in the hallway to walk Blaine to his next class. He never ate with the Warblers, but he was always at a table nearby. He was never intrusive and never said a word. Kurt would just look up and there was Telio. Waiting. Watching.
Kurt couldn't understand why Telio's constant hovering didn't bother Blaine. Instead, Blaine always checked for him and would wait if he didn't see him right away, but the two rarely spoke.
It all struck Kurt as very strange. He tried to get answers.
"Blaine, what's the deal with Telio?"
"What do you mean?"
"Is he like, your best friend or something?"
Kurt tried to get answers from Wes and Trent, but they were just as noncommittal as Blaine.
"Is Telio Blaine's best friend, or cousin, or something?"
Wes looked slightly uncomfortable. "They're not related."
"So, they're just friends?"
"I guess you could say that."
"Well he always seems to be around. Wherever Blaine is, he's never far away. It's a little strange."
Neither Wes nor Trent said a word.
Kurt sighed in frustration. These two were just as mysterious about Blaine, as Blaine. Then Kurt had a thought that made his stomach plummet.
"They're not…Telio isn't…like, Blaine's…secret lover, or something, is he?"
Wes and Trent both laughed. Trent shook his head. "No. Telio is definitely not Blaine's lover. He's very straight."
"Oh." Kurt blushed with embarrassment, but since they were on the subject…
"Has Blaine ever had a boyfriend?"
Both boys stopped laughing and grew serious again.
"No. Never. Why do you ask?"
Blaine was a mystery.
A sexy, kind, caring mystery who left Kurt feeling attractive, interesting and desired.
There were days when the heat of Blaine's stare made Kurt's insides boil and shiver all at the same time. Kurt would stare back and lose connection with the present. He would remain lost in Blaine's eyes until Blaine broke the gaze.
And then there was the touching.
Blaine's hand would leisurely rest on Kurt's thigh, squeezing and releasing in some unknown rhythm, or his arm would snake its way around Kurt's waist, fingertips pressing firmly into Kurt's side. Kurt never acknowledged these sudden, intimate touches. He never said a word and never pulled away, but they left him slightly dizzy, wanting, and confused.
Were they just friends, or did Blaine want more?
Most of the time they interacted like close friends, but then Blaine would touch him and tiny, electric, shocks would explode throughout Kurt's body. Add in Blaine's deep, intense stare, and Kurt was lost.
And a little scared.
He wasn't sure why he was scared. Was it because of his developing feelings for Blaine, or the fact that he wasn't sure how Blaine felt about him?
Or was it something else?
As the next monthly family dinner approached, Blaine felt increasingly irritated and pissed. He didn't want to go. It would be the first weekend he was away from Dalton since meeting Kurt, and he hated the thought of two days without him. He would miss his new best friend.
His gorgeous, soon to be, boyfriend.
Blaine had made up his mind.
He definitely wanted Kurt.
It didn't matter that they'd only known each other a little over a month. Blaine was in love. Kurt was smart, witty, and funny. His knowledge of fashion, Broadway and classic movies was impressive and entertaining.
And he was gorgeous.
Blaine loved Kurt's androgynous beauty. To Blaine, Kurt was an intoxicating mixture of gorgeous, soft pretty, wrapped in a sensuous masculinity that left no doubt that Kurt was all man. Blaine found Kurt's innocence, vulnerability, and lingering fear, attractive in all the right and wrong ways. Listening to Kurt talk about his experiences at McKinley stirred something deep, but slightly sinister inside Blaine. He wanted to give Kurt the safety and protection he craved, but there was something else going on.
A feeling. A want. A need.
Something deeper than just his desire to kiss Kurt's beautiful, sweet mouth. And, yes, he wanted to touch Kurt's smooth, flawless, pale skin, and he really wanted to hear that beautiful, angelic voice scream his name over and over again while he fucked into Kurt's luscious, heavenly shaped ass.
But Blaine was hungry for something more than just a sexual connection. He needed more. He just didn't know what.
So, for now he focused on slowly morphing their friendship into a courtship.
And annihilating the competition.
Andrew McDaniels was very tall and very cute. He had curly blonde hair and dark green eyes, but his best feature was his smile. His smile was beautiful and made him look absolutely adorable.
This didn't stop Blaine from having an overpowering desire to punch him in the face.
Andrew was interested in Kurt from the moment he saw him. Once he confirmed that Kurt played for his team, he sought out every possible opportunity to make his interest clear.
Between classes in the hall: "Looking good, Kurt. You make that uniform look like high fashion."
In the dining hall: "Is that all you're eating? You have no reason to watch your figure. Your body's perfect."
After impromptu Warbler performances: "Wow, Kurt. Your voice is amazing. The Warblers might actually reach Nationals this year."
That one especially infuriated Blaine.
Kurt was flattered by the attention. He'd never had someone so openly interested and flirtatious with him before, especially someone as handsome as Andrew. Of course there was Blaine, but Blaine was just his friend, right?
Thursday evening Blaine's angst about leaving for the weekend crashed into Andrew's interest in Kurt.
The Warblers always ate dinner together. It wasn't that they didn't have friends outside the group, or didn't allow others to join them, they just always happened to sit together. On this particular evening, Blaine arrived at their table to find Andrew seated next to Kurt. Kurt was laughing at something Andrew said, his melodic laughter making Blaine smile despite the ball of jealousy growing inside him. He walked over and sat down directly across from Kurt.
Andrew smiled. "Hey, Blaine. How ya doing?"
Blaine sounded friendly, but his eyes could have cut glass.
"I'm good. How are you?"
"Great." Andrew turned towards Kurt. "Are you going home this weekend?"
Kurt sighed guiltily. "No. I really should and I want to, but I need to get a head start on my science paper. At McKinley we never had papers in science. Just experiments in class. I've never written a science paper before."
"I took honors biology last year. I'd be happy to help you."
"Oh, you don't have to do that. I can handle it. I just wanna get started early enough to turn in a rough draft so I can make sure I'm on the right track."
"Well in that case, how about we plan to do something fun Saturday night? A way for you to relax after working hard all day." Andrew's voice had turned a little deeper and slightly seductive. Kurt blushed deeply while Blaine quietly seethed.
"Oh, um, sure…I guess. What did you have in mind?"
"Yes, Andrew. What did you have in mind?" Blaine rested his chin in his hand and shot fire at Andrew with his eyes. If Andrew noticed, he ignored him.
"Maybe we could catch whatever movie they're showing in the auditorium."
"Oh, that's right. You don't have a car." Blaine smiled knowingly, a mean glint in his eyes. Andrew turned slightly red.
"No, I don't have a car."
"A DUI last year, wasn't it?"
Andrew opened his mouth and then closed it. Kurt looked between the two boys in a mixture of disappointment and confusion. He was disappointed to learn this little fact about Andrew, and confused by Blaine's behavior. Why was Blaine being mean? Blaine was never mean.
Andrew was embarrassed into silence. Kurt felt bad for him.
"Andrew, I'd love to go to the movies with you on Saturday. I'll text you when I'm done studying."
Andrew looked at him in surprise, and smiled. "Great. And just for the record, Blaine's right. I did get a DUI last year. It was stupid, and dangerous, and I got in a ton of trouble, including losing the right to have a car on campus, but I learned my lesson. I even helped start a chapter of Students Against Drunk Driving here at Dalton."
Kurt nodded. "Everyone makes mistakes." He glared at Blaine and stood up. "I'll see you later." Both boys watched Kurt walk away, their eyes on his ass. Andrew sat back in his chair and smirked at Blaine. "Thanks for the help, Anderson. You practically sealed the deal for me."
Blaine leaned forward. His voice was deep and dripping with threat.
"If you know what's best for you, you'll stay away from Kurt."
"Oh, yeah? Why? I think he likes me."
"Because it would be a shame for the headmaster to receive a tip about the booze stashed in the dorm room of the president of Students Against Drunk Driving."
Andrew turned pale. "Wh-what?"
Blaine sat back with a smug smile. "Beer, Vodka, Jack Daniels, Hennessey, Bourbon. You've got a fully stocked liquor store under your bed."
"How….how did you…"
"Not important. Just stay away from Kurt. I suggest you come down with the flu on Saturday."
Blaine stood up and walked out.
At 8:00 pm there was knock on the door. Doug didn't look like he was about to move so Kurt got up to answer it. He opened the door to find a beautiful rose being presented to him by an adorable, puppy-eyed Blaine.
"I apologized to Andrew, but I felt I owed you an apology as well."
Kurt held firm. "That was a very mean thing to do. Andrew's a nice guy. There was no need to put his prior bad acts out there like that. You embarrassed him."
"I'm sorry. I guess I let my jealousy get the best of me."
Jealousy?! Kurt's face softened a little.
"You have no reason to be jealous."
"Why would you be jealous?"
Blaine took a step forward and stared directly into Kurt's eyes.
"A good-looking guy like Andrew asking out the gorgeous guy I've been crushing on for a month? Of course I'm jealous."
Blaine said nothing. He smiled and held out the rose. Kurt took it.
"Apology accepted. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Good night…gorgeous."
Blaine turned and walked down the hall.
Kurt slowly closed the door.
"Blaine Anderson, huh?"
Kurt had completely forgotten that Doug was in the room. He smiled, shrugged and sat down on his bed, staring at the rose. Where on earth had Blaine found a rose?
"Just be careful."
Kurt looked at Doug in surprise. "Why?"
"I guess Blaine's okay, but his family…" Doug trailed off.
"What about his family?"
Doug looked like he was about to say something else, but thought better of it.
"Just be careful." He turned back around and put on his headphones.
Kurt thought about yanking the headphones off and demanding Doug explain himself, but decided to let it go. After all, what could Doug possibly know about Blaine or his family? Kurt didn't even know about Blaine's family.
Blaine never talked about them.
The next morning Kurt approached the topic with Wes and Trent.
"Have either of you ever met Blaine's family?"
Wes choked on his orange juice and started coughing while Trent dropped his fork and had to go get another. Once his throat was clear, Wes shook his head.
"Really? They don't come up for Parent's Weekend?"
"They've never attended a Warbler's performance?"
Kurt was incredulous. "Are you telling me they've never seen Blaine perform?"
"Maybe they've seen him elsewhere, but they've never been to a Warbler performance. Why?"
"Well, Doug said something strange last night about being friends with Blaine."
Wes and Trent stopped eating and stared at Kurt.
"What did he say?"
"Nothing specific. He just made it sound like…I don't know. Like something was wrong with Blaine's family. Something I had to be careful about."
Wes's concerned expression turned worried.
"Have you told Blaine about this?"
Kurt shook his head.
"Do me a favor? Don't. Doug's an idiot and a sometimes asshole. He doesn't know anything. Ignore him."
"But why would he say that, and why shouldn't I tell Blaine?"
"Just don't. It'll just start trouble."
"But…" The 10 minute warning bell rang. Wes stood up.
"Just forget about it, Kurt." Wes hurried off. Kurt stared after him.
What the hell?
Kurt didn't think about it again until Warbler practice. Everyone was in a good mood because it was Friday. As usual, several people were going home, so it was hard to get anyone to concentrate. Thad suggested for the hundredth time that Wes cancel Friday practices which led to a robust discussion as everyone argued the merits of this idea. Usually arguments ended when Blaine shared his thoughts on an issue, but today he was quiet, his mind and eyes focused on Kurt who was sitting next to him, quietly listening to everyone carry on. Wes finally threw his hands in the air and declared practice over. As everyone packed up and wished each other a good weekend, neither Kurt nor Blaine moved. Once the room was empty, Blaine turned towards Kurt. Kurt looked at him and felt the familiar twist, curve and pull inside him as Blaine stared into his eyes. He reached over and took Kurt's hand.
"So, I was thinking. All the studying you're going to be doing tomorrow is going to leave your shoulders and back tense. I don't want you tense for your date with Andrew, so…" Blaine reached into his pocket and took out a key which he pressed into Kurt's hand. "Why don't you take a bubble bath before your date?"
Kurt looked at the key and back at Blaine. "A bath?"
"Yes. That's the key to my room."
Kurt looked down at the key. Wow. This was quite the gesture. He looked back at Blaine, searching his face, but for what he wasn't sure.
"This is very nice of you, but…I'm a little surprised you'd help me prepare for my…well, I don't think it's really a date. He's just a friend."
"Date or not a bath would be nice, right?"
"Yes. It would definitely be nice to relax in a warm bath. It's been a long week."
Blaine smiled. "Good. Go whenever you want, and don't worry about cleaning up. Just relax and enjoy."
Kurt nodded. "Thank you."
"My pleasure." They sat there staring into each other's eyes. As usual, Kurt lost himself in Blaine's gaze. His heart skipped a beat as he watched Blaine's tongue dart out to wet his lips before quickly sliding out of sight. Kurt waited with baited breath. Was Blaine going to kiss him?
"Blaine, are you ready to go?"
Blaine glanced over his shoulder. "Yeah. I'll be right there."
Kurt glanced at Telio who was looking at him with a deep frown.
Blaine gave Kurt's hand a light squeeze.
"Enjoy your weekend, and your bath. I'll see you Sunday."
"Okay. Have fun with your family."
Blaine made a face, and nodded. In that moment Kurt remembered Doug's comment.
"Oh, hey. Before you go can I ask you a question?"
"How well do you know my roommate, Doug Grayson?"
"I know who he is, but I don't really know him well or anything."
"It's nothing really, just…last night after you left my room…he said I should be careful. Not exactly about you, but…about your family."
Blaine narrowed his eyes and frowned. "What about my family?"
"He didn't say. Just that I should be careful."
Blaine thought quickly. He didn't want to lie, but he needed to give a satisfactory explanation so Kurt wouldn't get suspicious and go looking for answers. He wasn't ready for Kurt to know the truth.
"It's just sour grapes."
"Sour grapes over what?"
"Doug's family is in construction like mine. Both companies have competed for projects before and Anderson Construction has always won. I guess his dad was ticked and bitched to him about it. Doug in turn said a few nasty things to me."
Kurt shook his head. "Wow. I can't believe that."
Blaine nodded. "I was shocked when he came at me all accusatory and shit. I guess he and his dad are still mad."
"What did he accuse your father of?"
Blaine paused for a moment. Truth or lie? Truth or lie?
Kurt glanced at Telio again. Telio was still staring at him, but the frown had deepened and was tinged with something Kurt couldn't recognize.
"You'd better get going."
"Yeah. See you Sunday." They shared one final lingering look before Blaine turned and left.
Kurt was almost to his room when a thought hit him.
Why was Telio waiting for Blaine when Blaine was going home?
Did Telio go home with Blaine?
Telio waited until they were a few miles from Dalton to attack.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Blaine didn't look up from his iPod. "What I always do when we're driving home. Putting on some music."
"That's not what I'm talking about, and you know it. What's going on between you and Kurt?"
Blaine looked out the window.
Blaine turned towards him angrily. "What?"
"What's going on with you and Kurt?"
"None of your business."
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
Blaine sighed. He didn't feel like having this conversation. He just wanted to daydream about Kurt naked and wet, soaking in his bathtub.
"I like him." Actually, I think I'm in love with him.
Telio sighed and concentrated on the road for a minute before speaking.
"Look, I get it okay, but this is a bad idea. With everything going on…"
"What? What's going on? We're forced to stay for one family discussion and you have me taking over! I'm not taking over, Telio! I'm never taking over! Stop waiting and preparing for it and go live your life! I'm the youngest, remember? I'm gay, remember? And, oh yeah, news flash, I don't want it! Cooper will take over, not me, so stop waiting for it!"
Telio shook his head. "Cooper is a disaster. Your father will never…"
"I don't care what my father wants, and frankly, I don't care what you want either. I've told you before. Stop waiting for something that's not going to happen. You placed your bet on the wrong horse."
Telio's expression hardened. "The bet was placed for me. I didn't have a choice."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "I know what you mean."
Telio thought for a moment and slowly nodded. "Yeah. I guess you do."
They rode in silence for several minutes before Telio spoke.
"Look, just…just be careful, okay? I get that you're tired of being alone. Believe me, I do, but…just be careful. I don't wanna see anyone get hurt."
"Why would anyone get hurt? I have nothing to do with my family's business and I never will. My family does not own or define me."
Telio's voice was quiet, almost sad. "Yes, they do, Blaine. The idea that you're going to just walk away from all of this is a fantasy. Your grandfather may want that, but your father will never allow it. Look, I don't care if you wanna fuck Kurt's brains out, but don't get into anything serious. I know you think we're safe, and that Dalton is some kind of fortress, but it's not and your future is not your own. Things are happening, Blaine. I know you don't pay any attention, but I do and you should start. We graduate in a year and when we do things are going to change."
Blaine shook his head. "I'm graduating, leaving for college, and never looking back."
Telio rolled his eyes. "You're delusional."
They rode in silence for a while before Telio spoke again.
"Have you told Kurt about our…your family? Does he know?"
"There's nothing for him to know. I'm a high school student, not a crime boss."
Saturday morning Kurt rose early, went to breakfast, and then headed to the library. He felt motivated by his plans for the evening. This was the first time he'd ever had plans (was it a date?) with a boy. Well, besides Blaine.
As usual Kurt was confused by Blaine. Blaine shows up at his door with a rose, admits to being jealous, admits to having a crush, calls him gorgeous…and then offers him the use of his bathtub to prepare to go out with another guy. Was he just being nice, or had Kurt misread everything? It didn't make any sense.
He forced himself to stop thinking about boys, dates, and baths, and spent the next two hours working on his science paper until his phone vibrated with a text.
A – Really sorry. Don't feel well. Need to cancel tonight.
K – I'm sorry. Anything I can do?
A – No thanks. Just need to rest.
K – Ok. Feel better soon.
Kurt felt deflated by the cancellation. It had been nice to have something to look forward to, especially with Blaine gone for the weekend.
Kurt called it quits around 5:30 pm. He was tired, but it was a good tired. He'd gotten a lot done and for the first time since arriving, felt like he was ahead instead of behind. After dropping off his books in his room, he headed over to the dining hall. He ended up eating with a couple of guys he knew from biology class. As they all laughed and talked, it dawned on him that he really should try to make a few friends outside of the Warblers and Blaine. He sent a text to Andrew.
K – Hi. Feeling any better?
A – No.
K- Can I bring you dinner?
A – No appetite. Don't want u 2 get sick. Going 2 sleep now.
K – Ok. Let me know if I can do anything 4U.
A little after 7:00 pm, Kurt changed into a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, grabbed his shower caddy, and headed to Blaine's room.
Blaine's room was in the corner of the third floor. Room 318. Kurt nervously made his way down the hall. What if a resident advisor caught him? Would he get in trouble for having a key? How did Blaine have an extra key anyway?
He stopped in front of Blaine's door, quickly entered and looked around. Naturally he'd been in Blaine's room plenty of times, but if felt strange being there alone. He sat down on the bed, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He loved Blaine's smell. It was very male with a hint of raspberries. He sat for a minute before heading towards the bathroom. When he opened the door he smiled and laughed out loud.
Blaine had placed candles around the tub and floating candles in the sink. There was a bouquet of beautiful yellow roses in a vase on the back of the toilet and a bottle of bubble bath. On a small stool in the corner was a wash cloth, towel, and note.
There's a lighter on the sink to light the candles. Make sure you blow them all out before leaving. The bubble bath is my favorite kind. It's very expensive, so use as much as you want. Don't worry about cleaning up. Just enjoy yourself.
I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I wish I was there watching you take your bath.
Or in the tub with you.
Enjoy your date.
Kurt reread the last three lines several times. Blaine wants to take a bath with him, but he hopes he enjoys his date. Kurt shook his head. Why was Blaine always so confusing?
Kurt turned on the water, poured in the bubbles, and lit all the candles. He'd brought along his iPod and Blaine had a small iPod speaker in the bathroom. Kurt plugged in, chose a playlist, and sank down into the warm, wonderfully scented water.
Kurt lounged in the tub for over an hour, refilling the tub when it grew cool. He allowed his mind to relax and think of nothing. It was perfect.
As he grew sleepy he decided he'd better get out. He didn't want to drown. He dried off, blew out the candles, and slipped back into his clothes. He looked at the tub. Blaine said not to worry about cleaning up, but that seemed rude. Blaine had not only allowed him to use his tub and expensive bubble bath, he had given him a key and trusted him in his room. The least he could do was clean the tub.
Kurt opened the cupboard under the sink. Amongst the extra bars of soap, toothpaste, toilet paper, and paper towels, he spotted a can of Ajax and a small scrub brush.
And something else.
He almost missed seeing it.
But suddenly it looked huge.
It was lying in the back corner of the cupboard.
Kurt stared at it, not sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. He stared at it for a moment more before closing the cupboard doors. He made sure he had everything, turned out the light, and shut the bathroom door. He left quickly, making sure the door locked behind him. He practically ran to his room, grateful Doug had gone home for the weekend.
He collapsed on his bed.
Blaine Anderson had a gun under his bathroom sink.
Why did Blaine have a gun?
I fiddled with this chapter to death. Hopefully I didn't ruin it. Let me know...