Where to Go
The voice is angry and cold. It comes from downstairs and belongs to Blaine's father. I feel Blaine tense in my hug and slowly pull away. He shivers. That probably means that he doesn't get along with his dad. Blaine talked about this once, when I was here for the first time, I just never imagined it would sound like this.
"Blaine?" I ask, slightly worried. Just from his dad's tone I can tell that I'm not going to like that guy.
"Stay here," Blaine says quietly and puts a hand on my chest. He doesn't look into my eyes, but he swallows hard, and that alone tells me that he's beyond scared.
He stands up and leaves the room.
I'm here alone now. Suddenly I get a weird feeling inside – this situation doesn't feel good, not at all. And I swear if that guy's gonna do something to my boyfriend, I won't be able to control myself.
I hear them speaking.
I don't understand what they're saying, but it doesn't sound nice. His dad is shouting. Not loud enough for me to recognize the words though. Blaine is saying something back, they're probably just arguing.
I feel a bit relieved because it really sounds like that. But then his dad says something firmly and I can hear a chair fall over.
Oh my God.
There's silence. Scary silence. More silence than I like and that's what makes me run to the door of Blaine's room. Please be alright! As soon as I open the door I see Blaine, going up the stairs and holding his face.
"Blaine?" I call his name and only then I realize how high pitched my voice is. That only happens when I'm scared and that's not very often. "Blaine?" I say again, silently. He looks up at me and slowly goes to his room.
When I close the door behind us, he immediately hugs me and buries his nose into my shoulder. Then he starts sobbing.
Now, just to be clear, I don't usually know what the hell to do in these situations since no one ever liked me enough, or considered me a good enough friend, to actually hug me, cry on my shoulder and seek my comfort. But oddly enough, I know exactly what to do now. It's Blaine after all. My boyfriend.
I hug him back and slowly walk him to his bed, where he sits down while still clinging to my blue shirt. "Shh," I whisper and rub his back. If he needs comfort, he's gonna get it.
"What happened?" I ask carefully, not wanting to startle him if he's not ready to talk about it just yet. He sniffs and slowly looks up at me. I gasp. There's a blue bruise forming right on his left eye. I swear to God, I'm gonna kill that guy who calls himself a father! They may share half a DNA, but he had no right to-
"H-He." Blaine stutters. He k-kicked me o-out." He manages to say before a new wave of sobbing hits him. I should have come down there sooner and put an end to it.
"Shh, it's okay," It is not okay. And he knows that. I know that. But for now we can pretend that it's going to be okay. I kiss his forehead and pull him back into my hug, feeling his every movement as he closes his eyes and sniffs again.
"I have only half an hour to pack my stuff, then he doesn't want to s-see me again." He whispers against my neck. I glance at the clock hanging above Blaine's bed. We have 25 minutes.
"Don't worry, I'll help you and then you're gonna stay with me in my room." I say and nod so he feels me agreeing and knows that I'm totally okay with that plan.
"K-Kurt," he says, slowly, pulls away and looks into my eyes. His cheeks are wet, eyes red-rimmed and terrified. "I c-can't do that." He says.
"Sure you can," I look at him firmly and gently grab his shoulders. "And you will. I'm okay with it, really. Besides, where else you've got to go?" He looks around his room.
"Nowhere." He answers, looking down into his lap.
"See, nowhere." I take his hand into mine and he looks at me. "You'll stay with me."
"No buts." I smile and squeeze his hand.
"What about your mom?" He asks.
"Don't worry about her." I say and we start packing his clothes and school stuff and other things. I'm so glad we have a car in front of the house, we wouldn't be even able to take so many things.
Last teary glance at his room and we're finally leaving. I take his hand and lead him down the stairs. We're almost in front of the main room, when suddenly a tall man crosses our way. It's Blaine's dad.
He has his hands on his hips, looking at us. "Is this him?" He asks and looks at our entwined fingers. "Your boyfriend? The one you sleep with?!"
"I don't sleep with him dad!" Blaine snaps. He obviously has enough. "Come on Kurt, we're leaving." He says, grabs my hand even more tightly and makes his way past his dad.
"Hey!" His dad says and grabs his arm. From the wince that Blaine makes I can tell that the grip is strong enough to leave another bruise. "Don't you dare shout at me, you faggot, I just disowned you but I'm still the adult here." He hisses into his son's face.
"Strange that you don't act like one!" I say and quickly open the door, dragging Blaine with me and into my car. Luckily, his dad doesn't follow us, he just shuts the door loudly and then he's gone. Finally.
As soon as I'm sitting inside, I start the car and drive home. It's going to be Blaine's home too for the next couple days. Who knows, maybe even weeks. And if we don't break up and stay together, we might even live in the same house, or flat, or just room for a long time. That thought makes me happy.
That's until I stop in front of my house and hear Blaine sobbing quietly. "Hey, you alright?" I ask gently and rub his shoulder.
"I don't know," He answers and takes a deep breath. "I hope I will be." He whispers and nods as if he was agreeing to something that he didn't say aloud.
"Don't worry, you will be," I assure him. "Now come on, let's go." I smile and lead him to our front door, with his bags already in our hands. When I open the door, I see mom passed out on the couch in front of the television as usual. Guess I was right then, at least she won't notice us. Not that she cares anyway. We turn the corner and I lead Blaine to the stairs. My mom snores loudly and mumbles something in her sleep. Blaine startles a little, but I assure him that it's okay. Not even a World War Three would wake her up.
I close the door to my room when we're inside and turn the lights on. It's not evening yet, but it's getting dark outside. Blaine sits on the bed and covers his face with his palms, sighing loudly. I small sob escapes him and that's when I sit there next to him and give him a hug again. He wraps his arms around my back tightly and sniffs.
"He knows," He whispers. "About the kiss on Saturday in the coffee shop."
"Yeah, I figured that much," I say and hug him more tightly. "I just didn't know he'd react like this." I lie him down on the bed and he puts his head on my torso, silently tracing small circles on my stomach. It feels a bit strange, no one's ever lain on me like that before, but it's kinda nice.
"He completely ruined our moment, you know," Blaine suddenly whispers. "You said you love me."
I chuckle. "That's because I do," I answer.
"And the blackmailing?" He asks, tensed again. I sigh.
"I'm sorry, but you know that I can't stop that. I need it. And if we don't break up and you stay with me-"
"I want to stay with you."
"See? Then it's for your own good too. You'd come with me and you can even try to get into the same college! We'll live together." I say. "Happily ever after." I start playing with his hair. I know he doesn't really like that because he'd have to use the hair gel again, but it seems he doesn't mind it know. Instead, he leans into the touch and sighs.
"I can't wait for that," he smiles a bit and yawns.
"Uh uh, someone's sleepy," I laugh and kiss his forehead.
"I don't want to move," he admits. "too tired." He mumbles against my neck and snuggles closer.
"Me neither, but we need to change, we can't sleep like this." I say, but I don't really want to move either.
"Sure we can, it's not even evening yet, we'll wake up and do homework later. Just… just not now, please." He says. "I just want to forget him for a while." He adds, his voice barely a whisper. And I can't say no to that.
"Okay," I smile and lift his chin to kiss him on the lips. God they're so soft and just incredible. "I love you, Blaine," I whisper as I pull away, looking deep into his brown eyes.
He smiles. "I love you too, Kurt."
With that I pull the covers over us and snuggle closer to my boyfriend, closing my eyes. It's been such a nice day, with all the Clovergate success and now suddenly this happens. I hope Blaine's going to be alright or at least a bit better after he wakes up.
And that my mom lets him stay here.