Nothings Gonna Harm You Not While I'm Around (Klaine: Glee)

Part 2

Blaine’s POV:

I hate lying to Kurt. It hurts me so much to have to do it. I can’t tell him though. I can’t. I just can’t. I love him too much to tell him, if he finds out then he is also at risk as well as me. I begin the car journey home and pray that he won’t be drunk when I get there.

I pull into the driveway and see that my mum’s car is there. THANK GOD! He can’t touch me when she’s around. He wouldn’t, he’s never drunk in front of her.  I walk through the front door and see my mum cooking dinner in the kitchen, I go in and see her.

‘Mum, you’re here!’ I smile hugging her. She goes off on long business trips for weeks and when she is at home she works late so I never see her much. Then of course Cooper (my big brother) barely visits, he’s off being an actor in Hollywood. Well not really an actor, he does commercials and sings on them. He only comes home every blue moon and he has a different mum to me. I’ve met her a couple of times, she’s nice but a bit unstable. Perfect for my father, I don’t know why they got divorced. So most of the time I’m alone with my dad aka the Phsyco.

‘I thought you were at Kurt’s’ She smiles.

‘I was, but he had to do family stuff tonight so we’re spending the next two days together in return of not being together tonight.’ I explain.

‘Well that sounds lovely!’ she smiles kissing my cheek. I begin to help her, I set the table, make some salad, I even get dad a beer out …. Why I do not know and mum some wine.

‘Blaine,’ she says slowly.

‘Yeah?’ I say walking over to her.

‘I know your dad might not accept you for who you are, but know that I do.’ She whispers.

‘You do?’ I ask shocked.

‘Of course, your my son and its your choice if you want to be gay or straight and I don’t care what your sexuality is because you will always be my little Blaineydaze, but that’s our little secret.’ She says holding out her pinkie, I do the same and yes, we still pinkie swear. I’m a lot closer with my mum than I am with my dad, I always have been and I always will. I don’t talk during dinner, I don’t look at him. I just keep my head down and eat my pasta in peace. After dinner, I clear up and wash the dishes. My dad is meant to do it but he just gives me the look like you do it… or I will do it again. It’s been like this ever since what happened. I’ve been like his little slave. Well for the next two days he isn’t going to have one.

That night I dream of Kurt. I need to find the most perfect song to sing to him at Rachel’s karaoke party next week. All the Glee kids are going to be there and I guess there is going to be alcohol again and spin the bottle again which can only mean one thing…. Kissing. I have to say I am a sucker for kissing, especially Kurt. I love it when our lips meet and I can taste his saliva in my mouth. I wonder what having sex would be like with him….

**** (this gets sexual)

Blaine’s Dream:

I stand in my bedroom across from Kurt naked. He is lying under the covers also naked. I have no insecurities about him seeing everything because it feels like we’ve done this before.

‘Blaine come here…’ he says with a smile. I do as he commands and walk up to bed. He comes out from under the covers and his body is beautiful. I lie down next to him and pull him on top of me. I can feel his penis grazing my leg and it makes me go hard. I close my eyes and I feel him kiss me, starting at my forehead all the way down my body. I groan with pleasure when he kisses and touches me in places that I like. Then we get under the covers after some sweet erotic ‘I love You’s’ and we have sex. He does everything to me and then we swap over. He does it a lot better than me but I guess that’s is cause I have dreamed him that way. We kiss and we cuddle and I know I never want it to end. I reach up from out of the covers and turn the light on.

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I slowly sit up and I come out from under the sheets and find that Kurt isn’t there. The dream had ended and its 10am, time to start the next amazing two days with Kurt!

‘Aw Shit’ I curse when I stand up and find my sheets soaking wet. Another Wet Dream about Kurt….it’s the nineteenth one I’ve had in the last 2 months! I strip my bed and put all the sheets and my soggy pyjamas into the wash and jump in the shower.

‘I have died everyday waiting for you, darling don’t be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years, I’ll love you for a thousand more.’ I sing in the shower thinking of Kurt. ‘And all along I believed I’d find you, time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years, I’ll love you for a thousand more!’

I want to tell Kurt what’s going on really I do…. Why I flinch every time he hugs me from behind, why I wince in pain when he holds be or touches me to hard, but I can’t. I can’t do it.