being alive | glee

5. A HOUSE IS NOT A HOME

CHAPTER FIVE |
a house is not a home

WARNINGS: use of homophobic slurs, mild violence

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DIRECTLY AFTER HIS WORLD HISTORY class, Jason was basically running to Kurt's dorm to pick him up. There was a certain of air of happiness around him at that prospect. It felt like more than just rehearsing at his house. It kind of felt like he was taking him to meet the parents. Though he sort of hoped his mother wouldn't be home because she had this habit of embarrassing him heavily. Anytime he brought over friends, she got out the baby books and Jason was not about to let Kurt see a bunch of photos of him taking a bath in the sink.

He knocked on Kurt's door, smiling brightly when Kurt answered rather than Trent. Trent was a great guy and they were friends, but that wasn't exactly the Warbler he wanted to see at the moment. They didn't bother with any usually greetings, simply pulling each other into a hug. Jason basked in the warmth of Kurt's skin against his. He wasn't in his uniform anymore, instead going for a subtle Alexander McQueen look. Not that Jason knew anything about fashion. He was the least fashion knowledge gay on planet earth. Blaine was always trying to talk to him about Vogue issues and nothing ever stuck, but he remembered a few names and pieces and of course, Kurt had gone on and on about his obsession with the Alexander McQueen and Isabelle Wright collections.

"You look lovely." Jason said, looking down at Kurt's outfit. A lot of people didn't appreciate the way Kurt dressed, but Jason was one of the few people who did. He didn't particularly understand fashion most of the time, but he knew how much it meant to Kurt which meant that it was important to him too.

Kurt chuckled. "You look the same." he directed his gaze to Jason's uniform.

"Is there a dress code for my house?" he quirked a smile.

"Oh prince, every moment is a moment for fashion. You'll learn soon enough." Kurt answered, linking his arm between Jason's. He couldn't help the way his whole body burned from Kurt's touch.

They made their way to Kurt's Navigator. Jason's car was currently sitting in Burt's shop, waiting on a new engine. The car was getting kind of old. It was a hand-me-down car from his mother after she bought a new one. Jason settled into the car, noting how it was well-kept and rather masculine. It was something that a stranger wouldn't expect out of his car, but Jason knew very well that Kurt was in touch with both him feminine and masculine sides. He was also one of the few people who knew that Kurt worked in his father's shop on the weekends and during the summer. Kurt was hardly what he showed on the surface. There were many sides to him.

Kurt pulled out of the parking lot swiftly, putting his arm behind Jason's headrest as he backed out. Kurt was a much better driver than him. Jason usually ran over every curb he came into contact with. Silence rang out between them, but it was comfortable. The only noteworthy sounds were Kurt's GPS telling him when to make a turn and within ten minutes he was pulling into Jason's driveway and turning the engine off.

"Nice house." Kurt commented as he opened the car door to get out. Jason gave a smile as he shut the door behind him.

"Looks like my mom's not home, so you're gonna have to miss out on my baby photos." Jason joked, even though he was entirely sure if his mother was home that was what would be happening.

"And what a disaster that is. I was looking forward to it." Kurt quipped, making Jason bark out an insanely embarrassing laugh.

The laugh made Kurt grin, letting out a little chuckle and patting Jason's shoulder. "You're cute."

A blush covered Jason's cheeks as he walked them up the steps to unlock the door. He moved aside to let Kurt in and smiled, watching the way Kurt's eyes traveled around the room and to the photographs laid on the dresser. Kurt picked up the frame, focusing in on photo of him, Blaine, and his mom at his first pride parade. His mom did his makeup for the parade and he wore a crop top. It was the first time in his life that he ever felt truly whole. He'd spent many years hiding his authentic self, like the photograph sitting next to it on his tenth birthday, wearing a suit with a half smile as he sat next to his parents. His mother was looking down at him like he was the world and his father had a beer in his hands. His mom ripped the head of his father out of the picture the day she kicked him out. In many ways, his mom was his best friend. He didn't know who he'd be without her.