Accidently in love

Chapter Eleven

Kurt awoke the next morning to stirring next to him and the bright lights coming through the wide open blinds. His eyes fluttered opened and met with hazel eyes directly staring back at him. "Morning." Blaine replied reaching his hand out to take the beautiful boys hand. "Your so beautiful."

Kurt's cheeks flushed at the comment and lightly squeezed his hand. "Your really warm, Blaine! How long have you been awake?" He asked tilting his head curiously, his blue eyes widening with hope and desire. Blaine glanced down at their hands before looking back up at the blue eyed boy, Kurt Hummel.

"Since 7am, so about 4 hours." Blaine shrugged his shoulders slightly and looking up towards the ceiling. "Where is my parents?" Blaine moved his head so he was looking back at Kurt's face again. "I don't want to see my father again!!"

Kurt looked confused and then sighed quietly. "Why not?" Kurt asked quietly looking back at him. "Did he do this too you?"

Blaine's eyes went wide with fear before he shook his head then winced. "Shit.." Blaine snarled annoyed and pissed off at himself. "No he didn't." He sighed and glanced at Kurt. "What are my injurys?" Kurt looked at him smiling softly and reassuringly.

"You had bleeding in your head." Kurt whispers clutching onto Blaine's hand. "And you can't leave for another week, they have to make sure it's still alright, and keep watching your heart rate."

After lunch Blaine's father walked into the bedroom with a glint of humor in his eye. "Look's your alive." Paul smirked crossing his arms and closing the door behind him. "Now you listen to me you twerp." Paul than continued. "I'm your father so you listen to me right now, you are transferring to Dalton Academy, It's a private school in westerville where you will be boarding and i never want to see you again. And your to never see that boy Hummel again."

Blaine only merely nodded and looked down at his hands, Why did he have to go through this shit? What makes everybody hate him? It's like Blaine Anderson against all pure evil. His father only grinned and nodded happy with his disgraced gay son.

Blaine Anderson's week went by slow, for the first two days he saw Kurt walking back and forth past his door everyday after school, Blaine would smile and wave at him before he ventured off to watch his favorite disney movies. None of his friends ever showed not that he had any besides Kurt. But right now Blaine didn't even think he had him at a friend anyways. 

Blaine did not fall asleep that night until midnight, the thoughts of football, Kurt, and his father in his mind all night, his injuries were far away from his mind. Senior Year and Blaine was being transferred to another school already. He sighed at such a change in his life so quick. He deserved so much more than what his father taught him.

Within a months time Blaine was released out of the hospital that following week, recovering at his mansion like home Blaine was than transferred within two days later at Dalton Academy where he continued his classes.

The first step that changed Blaine was when he meet his new best friend, Nick Duval who he shared all his classes except Spanish with, Nick Duval's boyfriend was Blaine's roommate which he often let Nick come into the room after curfews, which was against school rules. But both boys didn't really care to pay attention too.

The next thing that changed for Blaine was that he joined the warblers, and automatically made himself the lead singer, he hadn't gotten on the council, but he wasn't really interested in it because of all the stress his new friends, Wes, Trent, and Thad that made up the senior council.

"Blaine!" Screeched Nick one afternoon, running down the polished hard wood floors and coming to a halt in front of an amused looking Blaine a smirk placed onto his lips. "We have a longer practice tonight, and another one tomorrow meaning Sunday we are going to that elders center."

Blaine groaned annoyed, and looked back at him. "Okay, not like my parents want me at home anyways." Blaine grumbled and rushed off down the hallway to his dorm room, to get ready for his practice tonight.

Blaine arrived at the warbler practice a little bit too late but not even caring. His grey sweats hanging off his hips, and a tank top hanging tightly to his toned abdomen with an tanned skin. Blaine learned everybody idolized his body, how they constantly stared but none of the stares we're like the stares Kurt gave him.