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Post by gaga on May 19, 2011 12:34:41 GMT -5
Kurt felt his eyes burn, he sniffed and rubbed at his eyes. He wouldn't cry, he wouldn't! A tear slipped down his face, Kurt moaned and buried his face in his hands. He was going to cry. He felt his shoulders start to shake and he tried to stifle a sob. There was no reason for him to cry! He was safe here, he was happy here. He was...lonely here. Kurt wasn't sure what exactly brought on his sudden bout of tears. He had been walking to his dorm when it hit him. Karofsky wasn't going to appear from nowhere and hurt him. Kurt suddenly felt the air leave his lungs and he knew he had to get away. He ran, just trying to get outside, somewhere away from the walls of Dalton Academy. That's how he found himself hiding away in the courtyard. His knees to his chest, sobbing his heart out.
He was safe. That was the main reason that he was crying, school had never been a safe place for him. He had always hated school, especially before Glee Club, because one he had no friends and two the neanderthals enjoyed making his life a living hell. Kurt lifted his head and wiped at his eyes this didn't make any sense if he was safe here and relatively happy then why was he crying? Kurt bit his lip, it could be because he missed his friends. Mercedes, Tina, Brittany, heck even Rachel. Kurt sniffed again, thoughts of his friends renewed his tears. He missed them so much.
He couldn't help but wonder how his friends were doing. How Glee was going, he wondered if the stupid jocks were messing with them. Kurt put his head back down on his knees and sniffed trying to keep from crying again. He spared a brief thought for his hair and hoped that it wasn't too messed up. He tried to clear his mind, it was really confusing. Was he happy to be safe or not? The wind blew slightly tickling the back of his neck. He hadn't seen a slushie in weeks. No locker slams, no threats, no kisses...Kurt shuddered. He didn't like to think about that too much. Yes, he was happy to be at Dalton, where he was safe, where he could be happy, where he could ogle Blaine.
Kurt sniffed and smile at his thoughts, just maybe Dalton wouldn't be too bad even if he did have to wear a uniform. Kurt made a face, he really didn't like that, but he knew he would deal with it to be safe, to keep his dad healthy and to maybe enjoy high school. Kurt sighed and rested his head on his knees and tried to ignore the headache that always followed tears. Safe at school, how sad, Kurt thought that this was the first time he had ever felt safe at school. The tears started up again, how sad, to be crying because he was safe.
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Post by blaine everett anderson on May 19, 2011 18:34:07 GMT -5
 not that i could or that i would ,LET IT BURN UNDER MY SKIN .- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
today wasn't the best morning for blaine. it had started with last night when he knocked down on the contents on his nightstand when he had been practicing a new dance move he wanted to show his fellow warblers. it was an embarressing moment that blaine was glad no one was there to see. well one of the things blaine had managed to knock over was his alarm clock. he had lazily thrown everything back on the nightstand and quickly plugged his clock back in before he got ready for sleep. the idiot that he is, blaine forgot to set the alarm to wake him up for class. so when blaine woke up with only fifteen minutes before class, he was less then happy. he also was not happy that his roomate had not waken him but blaine would have to deal with that later. he had enough time to take a shower and throw on his uniform, glad for once that his school had them so he didn't have to waste ten minutes picking out an outfit. however he had no time to gel down his hair unless he wanted to be late for his first class. to be honest it was very hard for the young warbler.
normally blaine's hair was done neatly and gelled back. but today it was a complete mess, dark curls sticking out everywhere. it bothered blaine so much that he could not go back to his dorm an fix it. he would just have to do it during lunch or a free period. for the first half of the day he would have to go around dalton, looking like he a complete bum. yes most boys would not make a huge sob story out of not gelling their hair but blaine was more than dramatic when it came to such things. his mother always had said he thought his curls were cute, both of his siblings as well as himself got them from her. but it clashed with his 'dapper' look. he supposed not many people took notice or cared since only a fellow warbler, nick, commented on it in history. that one person made blaine very unhappy though.
then there was math class. blaine did fine in all his other subjects besides math. honestly he did not think half the things they learned about would come to use as they got older. finding the logs of numbers was something blaine figured he would never have to do in the real world unless he wanted to be a math teacher and he didn't. well his teacher, who blaine hated and it took a lot for him to hate somebody, gave him a failing grade on his last math test and wanted to see him after class. the teacher accused him of just being lazy and that he had the potential to do it and things like that. he also suggested a tutor. blaine just nodded and said he would try harder and made a mental note to mention to the warbler council to not schedule practice on the days he had a test. as he left class he was left in wonder on how some people juggled so many things at once and still manage to get good grades.
free period finally strolled around, giving blaine time to fix his hair and such. he was going to use the courtyard as a short cut to his dorm. he was just quickly passing through when he suddenly heard someone crying. blaine stopped. there was two options; go find whoever was crying and cheer them up or conitue to the dorms. blaine would go with option one. the crying increased and blaine glanced around, following the cries. his heart nearly broke when he found the person who was crying and that person was kurt. blaine knelt down next to kurt, "kurt? are you alright?" he asked softly, worry in his voice. he scanned kurt for any trace of injury and was glad when he found none. he wanted to know why kurt was crying, if someone had hurt him. dalton was supposed to make things better for kurt. he had the sudden urge to wrap his arms around him and hug him tight but he didn't know if kurt wanted it because he was so upset. blaine bit his lip, "kurt?" he asked again, his hazel eyes remaining on the boy.
TAGGED kurt. WORDS seven three seven.
CREDIT everything me. OUTFIT dalton uniform.
LYRICS fiction, a7x. NOTES blaine is here to help (: |
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Post by gaga on May 19, 2011 19:36:30 GMT -5
At first he didn't hear the footsteps. He was pretty focused on trying to stop his tears but still, he would reason to himself later, he should have been paying attention. When he finally did notice that there was indeed someone intruding on his cry time, he wanted to scream. Was it not possible to cry in peace? Of course he was outside where just about anyone could find him, but still a person is entitled to some personal time to be weak. Kurt lifted his head to verbally shred the person that dare to intrude when he realized just who had stumbled upon him. Blaine Anderson. Kurt's words died in his throat, and then embarrassment hit. Kurt moaned and buried his face back into his knees and refused to look up at his fellow Warbler.
Not wanting to be totally rude he did manage a soft, noise showing that he had heard the other boy. He didn't want Blaine to be here. Blaine would think he was being stupid and he was being stupid. Who cries because they were safe? Kurt groaned and threaded his fingers through his perfectly styled hair. This was a disaster, how in the world could he explain this to his crush? Explain something that he didn't really understand himself, he ignored the part of him that urged him to tell Blaine, that just maybe Blaine would understand and could help him. Kurt felt more tears start to come as the embarrassment rushed through him there was no way that he would understand because there was no way that this was normal. He heard Blaine ask him if he was ok, and he ignored him. Maybe he thought if he ignored him he would go away. When Blaine called his name softly Kurt knew that Blaine wasn't going away. He nearly started sobbing at the tenderness that filled the other boy's voice.
He knew that he had to answer. He swallowed and took a deep breath. "I'm f-fine." He said ignoring the fact that he wouldn't look at Blaine nor that tears where still falling from his eyes. Maybe if he did what everyone at McKinley did, ignore the problem, it would go away. Kurt really wanted a hug. He wanted his dad or Mercedes, they gave really good hugs. Kurt sniffed and rubbed at his eyes. The wind ruffled his hair slightly and Kurt mourned the loss of his perfectly styled hair. Between his hands and the wind it was a lost cause. Kurt wished that Blaine would just leave him to cry in peace. Kurt pulled his head off of his knees, trying to ignore his blushing face and turned away from Blaine. "Really I'm fine. His voice trembled as he spoke.
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Post by blaine everett anderson on May 19, 2011 21:41:37 GMT -5
not that i could or that i would ,LET IT BURN UNDER MY SKIN .- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
it was hard to look at kurt when he was crying. kurt looked so lost, so fragile. it pained blaine to see his friend like this. he never wanted to see kurt so upset, or any os his friends. it made him feel helpless, like he couldn't do anything to make the pain go away. he hoped it was not anyone at dalton that was the reason kurt was so upset. blaine hoped no one was giving kurt any trouble. if someone was blaine was going to have a couple of words with said person. he stared at kurt for a moment. he did not want his friend to feel like this, especially all that he went through over the pat couple of weeks. he glanced around the courtyard. thankfully no one else was around. it didn't look like kurt wanted to talk to blaine or to anyone for the matter. but kurt looked like he needed a friend right now and whether he liked it or not, blaine was going to stick with him. even if it meant just sittig here with him. if kurt was willing to talk to him, blaine was going to listen.
the silence was killing him. well it wasn't exactly silent because of kurt's crying, that just made blaine feel worse, but blaine just wished kurt would say something, anything. talking would make it better right? then again maybe kurt did not want to talk to him. blaine wondered if he should take kurt inside or maybe call his dad. his train of thought was interrupted when he heard a familiar voice.but the voice was lying to him. kurt was lying to him as he seemed anything but fine. blaine sighed, "you don't seem very fine to me kurt..." he said softly, staring at the boy beside him although he wouldn't look his way. blaine was hesitant at what he was about to do next. he got off his knees and moved closer to kurt's side. then he slinked one of his arms around kurt's back and pulled him into a side hug, rubbing kurt's arm with his hand. at the touch blaine's heart fluttered and his face became slightly hot. blaine looked away from kurt, staring at the water fountain at the center of the courtyard. why this happened, blaine was not sure. nerves possibly? blaine did not know why he would be nervous around kurt, he was around him all the time. blaine could hear his breathing and smell whatever product he had on. he smelled rather nice actually. blaine shook his head and involuntary pulled kurt closer to him.
for whatever reason blaine's throat seemed to close up which was odd for him because he loved to talk. he felt rather content right now with just keeping kurt close to him. but his friend needed more then that. it took blaine a few more minutes of silence before he found his voice, "so are you going to tell me what's up?" he asked slowly, turning back toward his friend, "you know you can tell me anything, right?" he flashed kurt a brief smile before his face fell again, "i hate seeing you so upset." it physically aches me, he wanted to add but thought it might be a little weird. blaine once again gave kurt a tight squeeze. he wanted to see cheerful kurt again, with a huge smile, "at least put on a happy face. for me?" he leaned over on kurt's shoulder, batted his eyelashes, and stuck out his bottom lip. this usually worked on his younger cousin. he hoped kurt would laugh at least how silly he must of looked.
TAGGED kurt. WORDS six two zero.
CREDIT everything me. OUTFIT dalton uniform.
LYRICS fiction, a7x. NOTES blaine is here to help (: |
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Post by gaga on May 19, 2011 22:22:16 GMT -5
    
Kurt could have died happy in that moment. Blaine Anderson was hugging him. It was a side hug and Kurt was crying but it was the best hug he had ever had, not counting those from his mother. Blaine gave great side hugs. When Blaine called him on his lie Kurt wanted to answer but his embarrassment stopped him. Surely there was something wrong with him. Kurt gave up ignoring Blaine, there was just something about him that wouldn't let that happen so he gave in and leaned into the hug enjoying it. He liked leaning on Blaine is caused a happy feeling in his chest. Kurt inhaled harshly trying to stop crying and enjoyed that fact that Blaine smelt really good.
Kurt listened to Blaine try and get him to talk, he really wanted to try and get this off his chest no matter how much is embarrassed him. He hated making Blaine upset, it...hurt that he was upsetting Blaine. He sniffed and rubbed at his eyes when Blaine asked him to put on a happy face. He looked up and had to laugh, Blaine looked ridiculous. "You look ridiculous," he said through a soft laugh. He wiped at his eyes again and knew he must look a mess. His hair all over the place, his eyes and face red and his uniform wrinkled and dirty. Kurt did manage a smile, he smiled and hugged Blaine. "You make me smile." he said softly unsure if the hug was ok.
Kurt sniffed again and spoke again. "You're right I'm not fine." Kurt paused and tried to gather his thoughts. "I'm safe here." He stopped again wondering if Blaine would understand the significance of his statement. I don't have to worry about slushies, or locker bumps or K-karofsky! For once in high school I'm safe! Kurt's voice trembled. " No dumpster, no neanderthals calling me a f-fag. None of that." He continued shakily. "Why am I only just now safe? Why?" Kurt started to cry again. His shoulders shaking, he had never broken down about this before. He had never really thought about the fact that he hated school so much and how terrible it was to go through his day wondering when he was going to be beaten up. "Why did they hate me Blaine? What did I do?" He buried his face into Blaine's side and cried because for once he was safe to do so.
words: 431!
notes: hI!
lyrics: raise your glass by p!nk
credit: LAVIEBOHEME @ caution 2.o
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Post by blaine everett anderson on May 20, 2011 15:25:11 GMT -5
not that i could or that i would ,LET IT BURN UNDER MY SKIN .- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
a huge smile creeped upon blaine's face when kurt laughed. sure kurt was laughing at him but it really didn't matter. it was short and sweet. kurt laughed and was smiling now. blaine pouted, pretending to look hurt, "ridiculous huh? that hurt" he scoffed, voice full of fake hurt but his smile soon came back onto his face. blaine took the arm that was wrapped around kurt and pushed him lightly. blaine blushed slightly, hand over his heart, "awe i'm flattered." blaine took kurt's hand and squeezed it tight, "i always be here for you kurt." his voice getting softer, his thumb rubbing up and down kurt's hand. damn his hands were smooth. if it was not for the current situation they were in, blaine would ask what product kurt had that made them so smooth. maybe some other time. blaine stared at kurt, taking in the younger boy's smile, "you have a great smile. you should smile like this all the time." blaine said honestly. kurt had that closed mouth smile that streched across his whole face. blaine loved it. half of blaine's job was done, now he had to figure out what was bothering kurt so much that he had to hide in the courtyard and cry.
the dark heard warbler was about to ask kurt once again what was wrong but kurt beat it to him. he was upset because he was safe here? blaine was rather confused. kurt was safe, among new friends. he should be happy, right? blaine listened carefully as kurt continued, nodding in agreement. dalton had a zero bullying policy. kurt wouldn't have to worry about all the things he had to deal with at mckinely anymore. blaine opened his mouth to speak but kurt just went on. blaine's face fell as kurt seemed to get more and more upset as he continued speaking. once again blaine draped his arm over kurt and pulled him into a tight hug. he understood why kurt was so upset now. blaine knew exactly how he felt. he had put up with the same thing; tossed around, beaten down, cursed at. all for being who they were. blaine had went to dalton, which was great, but at a cost. it was like they had won, gotten rid of him. that was angered blaine the most. it was hard to answer kurt's questions because to be honest, blaine did not no why either. blaine rubbed kurt's back, shushing him, not caring that kurt was crying was wetting his dalton jacket. blaine hoped kurt would calm down soon.
blaine was silent for awhile, trying to figure out wht he wanted to say. whatever he was going to say, he wanted to be fully honest with kurt. blaine gently pushed kurt off of his shoulder, lifting kurt's face in hopes he would look at him, "you didn't do anything kurt. you are just being you." blaine took both kurt's hands into his, "and you is perfect. smart, talented, handsome, funny. not to mention you are a fashion god." blaine smiled at him. he was telling the truth. kurt was all that and so much. blaine sighed before sheepishly adding, "and you are a hell of a lot more couragious then i ever was." kurt defenitly faced the bullies a lot longer then blaine. when things got rough, blaine fled and he regretted it every since. kurt was so brave and blaine admired him for that. he honestly never met anyone like kurt, he was one of a kind. blained moved in closer and squeezed kurt's hands tighter, "they are blinded by ignorance to see all that. they are missing out on knowing the real you. it's their loss." blaine was lucky enough to have met kurt. he really couldn't imagine what it would have been like for kurt if he had never stopped him on the dalton steps that day. blaine brought his hand to kurt's pale face, "sorry i have no tissues." he said before brushing away tears that were on kurt's face, blushing as he did so.
TAGGED kurt. WORDS six seven nine.
CREDIT everything me. OUTFIT dalton uniform.
LYRICS fiction, a7x. NOTES blaine is here to help (: |
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Post by gaga on May 20, 2011 15:49:24 GMT -5
Blaine was amazing. There was simply no other way to explain him. No one else had ever comforted him like this. Not even his best friend. Kurt couldn't blame her though, she just didn't and wouldn't understand. He one did, until he met Blaine. Kurt wanted to laugh he sounded like a lovesick girl, Blaine this Blaine that, it seemed the Warbler was all the thought about now days. It was almost embarrassing. He felt a warmth in his chest when Blaine said that he would always be there for him. Kurt cuddled closer, he had always enjoyed a good cuddle. Kurt felt his cheeks burn when Blaine complimented his smile, he just couldn't hold back the soft, "Thank you," or the beaming grin that he sent the other boy, how was it that Blaine always seemed to make things better.
When the tears started up again Kurt gladly burrowed himself into Blaine's arms that best he could. He selfishly enjoyed the other boy comforting him and relished the contact. Kurt was both happy and sad that Blaine really understood just why he was crying, because he knew that most people wouldn't be able too. It was just him being selfish again. Kurt didn't know what to think when Blaine started describing him, he laughed and giggled softly amazed that someone could see him that way, when he had already resigned himself to loneliness for the rest of his high school career. It felt good to be thought of in such a positive light.
Kurt had thought that his face couldn't get any more red, until Blaine wiped away his tears. He felt himself freeze, such kindness such tenderness it made the boy's eyes sting. Kurt sniffed and gave a wobbly smile. "Gaga, I'm such a mess." He complained looking down at his lap, he could still feel Blaine's hands on his face gently wiping away his tears. It was an amazing feeling. Kurt bit his bottom lip and gave into the sudden impulse to hug Blaine, after all the comfort that he had just given him, it was the least he deserved. "It's just such a shock." He confided. "I just don't know what to do with myself anymore." He snuggled his head onto Blaine's shoulder and sighed contently, this was better. "I've never made it through a day without a single dirty look, or damaged clothing...I...." Kurt frowned and closed his eyes trying to express his feeling. "I'm so confused."
words: 413!
notes: Kurt needs a hug
lyrics: raise your glass by p!nk
credit: LAVIEBOHEME @ caution 2.o
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Post by blaine everett anderson on May 22, 2011 14:07:59 GMT -5
not that i could or that i would ,LET IT BURN UNDER MY SKIN .- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
as kurt cuddled closer to him, blaine couldn't help hugging him tighter. blaine was breathing slightly faster, his hands felt sweaty. kurt was warm and the silence allowed blaine to hear his heart beating. blaine wanted to never let kurt go, to remain holding onto him. blaine's stomach twisted. he wasn't exactly sure why he was feeling like this, especially since he never felt this way before, or at least thought he did. then again he was never this close to kurt before. it felt right. blaine took in some air sharply. but kurt and he were just friends. that was what kurt needed; a friend, someone who understood, especially after all kurt went through with karofsky. blaine could do that easy, hey he was doing it right now. then why the sweaty palms and nervous breathing? and why did kurt have to smell so damn nice? blaine pushed away those thoughts when kurt spoke again. blaine's lips curled up into a closed mouth smile, "anytime." blaine stated simply, rubbing kurt's forearm with his thumb.
after making sure there were no more tears on his face, blaine brought his hands away from kurt's face and placed them on his lap. kurt had turned red and blaine was sure his face was flushed as well. at least he wa smiling again. blaine shook his head, "nah. i think you still look fierce." winking at kurt before a small laugh escaped his lips. kurt did look as as he always did, just his face was a little red. a sudden realization hit blaine and he groaned loudly, remembering why he came out here in the first place; his hair, which was probably bouncing and sticking up with his dark curls. ugh, it probably looked like he had slept outside and hadn't washed it in days. at least it was winter time. when it was hot or humid out blaine's hair easily puffed up. his family would tease him about it constantly. onetime his rother said it looked like there was a small, furry animal on his head. sitting next to kurt made his hair most likely seem ten times worse since kurt always managed to have his hair nicely done. oh and with that cute little swoop in the front that would get in front of his eyes. dammit blaine! blaine sighed loudly, "i look like a mess. look at my hair!" he frowned, running his hand through the thick curls. oh how he undapper he looked right now.
blaine bit his lip, his eyes staring angrily at a bush. he hated how kurt had too be like this. how anyone could make the sweet boy feel so afraid, hated. it pissed blaine off, and blaine rarely got angry. blaine pulled kurt into another hug, "it's okay to be confused." he started softly. he flashed kurt a smile, "you don't have to be afraid anymore. i'll protect you," blaine's face flushed before he quickly added, "we all will. you wont have to go through any of that anymore kurt. i promise." blaine would stick to these words. if anything ever happened to kurt, he would likely blame himself for it. blaine looked down at his watch, a present his grandfather gave him for his last birthday. class would be starting soon. blaine frowned not really wanting to go back. he, a little relcutantly, untangled himself from kurt. he stood up, dusting himself off before holding his hand out to kurt, "how about you and i ditch class. we can go get lunch if you are up to it. i'll buy." blaine added and even gave kurt a puppy dog face to help seal the deal.
TAGGED kurt. WORDS six two nine.
CREDIT everything me. OUTFIT dalton uniform.
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