Misery (Klaine)

Chapter 3: His Voice

Blaine:

I walked into Dalton not feeling right. For the whole day I was off somehow. Kurt flooded my mind but I didn't know what that meant.

The first time I saw him yesterday, I knew that he wasn't a new kid. I felt that he was special and that's probably what kept me from immediately kicking him out of the school. Instead I grabbed his baby-soft hand and lead him to the impromptu performance. I knew that he was surprised when I got to the front of the group and sang the lead. His adorable expression said it all.

I felt like I might have been singing to him but Kurt probably isn't gay. Is he? I wouldn't know. He looks like he might be but I base it all on the voice. Kurt didn't talk much.

Crap.

"Hey, you okay Blaine?" Wes asked after Warbler practice.

I reluctantly nodded my head in reply.

"You sure? You didn't really seem that into the song today. Your hair isn't its normal gelled self, you're not holding your head high like normal, even your shoulders are sagging."

At his words I plopped down in the chair Kurt had sat in yesterday. I rested my head on my hand and let out and exhausted sigh. "I don't know Wes. I haven't been feeling good today. Maybe I have the start if a cold or something." Wes raised an eyebrow at me and sat down.

"You sure about that?" I rolled my eyes at him.

What else could it be? Wait. I couldn't stop thinking about Kurt. I am gay but I've only met Kurt once. It couldn't be him.

"Seriously, it's nothing Wes." Wes shook his head and stood up. He looked at me as if to tell me something through his look. When he saw that I didn't get it he walked over to me and placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Text him," Wes then walked away.

With those to simple words I knew exactly what he meant. I took out my phone and looked for Kurt's name in my phone.

Next time I see him I should get his picture so I can find his number easier.

I found his number and brought up the screen to text him. I had no clue what to say. Most of the things that ran through much head were a little too stalker-ish.

Hey, where are you? Why aren't you here? Come over to my house? Are you gay? Please say that you are gay. I think I might like you more than I should.

N.?o. I can't say that to him. He might think I'm crazy. Or worse.

Why am I stressing over this like a girl?

I thought back to the conversation we had yesterday. He had problems with a bully at his school.

Words of encouragement!

I turned back to my phone and typed.

COURAGE -- Blaine

I sent the message to him and instantly felt better. A smile crept onto my face and I felt like I could take on the world. I walked into after-school Warbler practice with a huge goofy smile plastered on my face. Kurt hadn't texted back but it showed that he had read it.

The next day - still no text back. I was starting to worry that he didn't stand up to his bully when I saw a foreign truck in the parking lot.

In it, someone was violently shaking. Their head was was down and their perfectly styled hair was against the side window.

I would recognize that build anywhere. I ran over to the truck and pulled the driver's side door open. Kurt's head snapped up as I pulled him out and held him in a hug. I supported him as he fully leaned against me.

I got him inside Dalton and sat him at the table the we had sat at yesterday. I pulled a chair up close and sat next to him and let him lean on my shoulder and cry. Tremors ran through him.

I hated that all I could do was rub his back and whisper comforting words. It must've been a good thirty minutes when his breathing started to go back to normal.

I felt so worried about him. Seeing him like this... it broke my heart and made my throat close up. Tears stung my eyes.

"Kurt, what happened? Are you okay?" He shook his head and with his puppy dog eyes, looked up at me.

"I'm not okay," he grabbed my tie and leaned back into me. Kurt's cries became a little louder. His voice cracked and he sounded like it hurt when he spoke but it was high.

I am pretty sure Kurt is gay.

Relief fell over my but then both fear and anger grazed through my mind.

Who the hell made Kurt this upset?

I knew that I had to get him to talk to me more but first I needed to get him somewhere more private.