Klaine One-shots stories

Coming Out Part 3

This is the last part I swear skjskshths

And yes, I totally stole the ending from 13 reasons why lol fight me

Blaine was curled up in a ball on his boyfriends bed, Kurt's arms wrapped tightly around him as they slowly rocked back and forth.

It had been a good half an hour, and Blaine's breathing was only just  beginning to slow. It wasn't often that Blaine had panic attacks, but the thought of coming out to his Mom tonight sure as hell caused one.

Kurt lightly kissed the shorter boy's temple and handed him a glass of water. It clattered against Blaine's teeth as he drank.

Blaine rested his head against Kurt's chest and sighed deeply. "I can't do this."

Kurt lightly ran his hand up and down his boyfriend's arm. "You keep saying that, but yet you keep being able to do it. You've come so far in the last few days and I'm so proud of you because of it." he praised Blaine, pulling him even closer, if that was possible.

A few hours later, the couple were preparing to leave the house and drive to Blaine's mom's house when Kurt slid up to his boyfriend and tried to lightly brush Blaine's lips with his own. They broke apart after a few seconds.

He had expected this kiss to last a little longer, as most of their "reassuring" kisses did, but it only took kurt a few moments of confusion to realise that this was the first time that they had properly kissed since the incident in the bathroom. No wonder Blaine was hesitant to respond; the results last time were disastrous.

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"Mom? I'm home. I bought Kurt too." Blaine called out nervously  into the empty hallway of his house.

The silence was quickly broken however when Blaine's super-model style mom, Pam Anderson, sashayed into the hallway in a knee length blue sparkly maxi-dress and black heels, her brown wavy hair bouncing around her shoulders.

"my boy!" she announced, throwing her arms around her son kissing both of his reddening cheeks, regarding Kurt with a quick hug too. He had to hold his breath so that her perfume wouldn't make him sneeze.

As she turned away, the boys shared a confused look. Was it possible that she hadn't heard about Blaine being outed? Raising one eyebrow at each other, they followed her into the kitchen.

The smell of freshly cooked food tickled their nostrils as they sat around the large table in front of heaping platefuls of food.

The conversation was strained to say the least: if Blaine and his mom didn't already have a weak relationship, the never ending nerves that danced between the couple like electric shocks suppressed their social skills even further.

Kurt and Blaine's chairs were pushed very close together. Kurt could see his boyfriend's knee shaking under the table as he spoke, and the older boy risked clasping hold of Blaine's hand under the table in an attempt to calm him. The shorter boy's breath hitched slightly, but he squeezed back gratefully.

Towards the end of the meal, Blaine was taking a sip of his sparking cider in a moment of quiet when his mom once again broke the silence.

"So," she said, delicately placing her cutlery back onto the plate, "How long exactly have you two been dating?" she asked casually.

Blaine spat out half of his cider, and the other half he inhaled. Safe to say, the noise drowned out Kurt's surprised gasp.

Patting his boyfriend sharply on the back as he coughed and spluttered, Kurt composed himself enough to address the woman.