Shatter Me {Klaine}

𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴

"Why does Spanish have to be so hard?" Blaine asked the boy who was lying in his bed.

"Maybe I'm not the right person to ask. I mean, you are dating Santana and after all of the times I've seen her yelling at Rachel Berry, I have learned that she speaks it like a pro." The boy said, keeping a straight face, but his words were still causing Blaine to smile up at him. In three weeks, he had kept everything that happened at the family dinner a secret and he had asked his mom and brother to do the same. When people asked him about the huge bruise on his jaw, he would always say that he reached for a book on a high shelf and it accidentally slipped out of his hand and hit is head. People actually believed in it.

"Santana is doing her homework at Britt's house."

"Britt... Brittany... Brittany Pierce?" Blaine nodded making eye contact with the boy. "But why exactly did you ask me to study with you? I don't even know Spanish."

"Because Santana is at Britt's and I therefore wanted to study with the person who's probably my smartest friend." Blaine expected to get a smile, but he had never seen the boy smile.

"You think I'm smart? And you see us as friends?" He seemed confused and furrowed his brows.

"Of course I do, Kurt! Is there any reason why I shouldn't?" Kurt shook his head. The two boys were in Blaine's big room, Kurt lying on his stomach on Blaine's bed with his feet crossed. Blaine was sitting in a bean bag on the floor near the edge of the bed. The were both surround by piles of homework. He hadn't talked to his father after he blacked out and he wasn't exactly sure if bringing Kurt home was a good idea. Or bringing something home in general. What if someone found out? But two people already know. His father was going to work and so was his mother. Therefore, Blaine had the house to himself and could bring home whoever he wanted to study with.

"No, no. It's- it's just that you're... you. You're popular and a part if the couple at school. And I'm me. I'm the one out of the closet in school. It's like a bully magnet! Then there's Glee Club." Kurt sighed. "We're all losers in that club, well, with the exception of Santana, Brittany, Puck and Finn. Even Quinn is a loser now. She has been ever since Puck knocked her up. I'm probably the biggest loser in Glee because I'm gay and a countertenor." He sighed. "I just don't know why you even want to talk to me. You're risking your reputation by doing it." Blaine took the taller boy's pale hand in his tanned one.

"Screw my reputation. I can choose my own friends." Still no smile from the fashionable boy. "And don't forget that you're on the football team. It can make you pretty popular. Especially when you're the only one who can score, which is what you are, Kurt. You've made us win some none of us thought we would ever win." He squeezed the hands he was holding. "When you're such a big part of the team, why should we ignore you? I know that Finn, Mike, Matt and Puck are talking to you in Glee Club."  Kurt looked away from Blaine and stared at the wall.

"With the exception of Finn. He ignores me at school. When our parents aren't there, he ignores me at home too. He has ever he moved into me and my dad's house along with his mom." He looked back at Blaine and for the first time, Blaine saw Kurt's eyes express some kind of emotions. Sadness. He saw that Kurt had a sadness inside of him that he tried to not show and it wasn't because of Finn. It was something more. Something, the boy with the chestnut brown hair couldn't handle by himself. Blaine really wanted to help him, but he didn't know how.

"Are you okay?" He asked and mentally slapped himself. Of course Kurt wasn't okay. Blaine could see it in his eyes, but the taller boy nodded.

"I'm fine, but you're not." Blaine furrowed his triangular eyebrows in confusion.

"What?"

"I'm good at reading people, and I can see that something is bothering you." Blaine started to panic. What if he figures it out? He wouldn't tell anyone, would he? He thought nervously. "You don't necessarily have to tell me about it, but I just want to let you know that I'm here for you. And thank you by the way."

"For what?"

"For telling the others to make me feel welcomed to the team. I really appreciate it." Still no smile, but the sadness was still there.

"No problem." The two boys then started doing their homework again, but the thing Blaine could concentrate on wasn't the Spanish assignment that mr. Schuester gave them, he could only think of ways of helping Kurt.

After about 45 minutes, Kurt decided to ask the question he had wanted to ask for the past three weeks. He looked at Blaine, who was focusing on his math homework,before clearing his throat.

"Blaine?" The short teenager hummed for him to ask the question without looking up. "The bruise..." Blaine put a hand to his cheek where his brush had been for a week. He looked up at Kurt with a worried expression. "You didn't get hit in the head by a book, did you?" Blaine was unsure in he could trust Kurt enough to tell him. He opened his mouth to answer the question, but got cut off by his phone buzzing. He opened it to see a text from Santana.

Santana❤️
Hey babe. Party at my place. Show up
at 6:30pm in a costume on Friday.

Why do we have to  wear costumes?
It's not Halloween, Tana.

Santana❤️
I know, but Britt wanted it.  Wear a
costume where your face isn't visible
and don't forget to bring some liquor.