Shatter Me {Klaine}

𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵

The holiday was over and both Kurt and Blaine feared the worst as they met up by the back entrance of the school.

"Are you as nervous as I am?" Blaine asked, walking to Kurt's side.

"Even more nervous. I'm a nerve wreck. If I calm down enough, I'll end up being a mess." Blaine started to laugh at his boyfriend. Even thinking about Kurt in that way felt weird, but perfect. "Why are you laughing?"  He asked, sounding even more anxious, causing Blaine to laugh more.

"You look like you're going to get executed as soon as we walk through the doors." He chuckled a little. "Kurt, it'll be okay. We'll get through this together." He looked around and saw that they were alone.

"I know, it's just— it's just the fact that the homophobes probably will be more upset now that's the only two openly gay kids in school are—" He got cut off by Blaine pressing their lips together. Even though he wasn't prepared, he kissed back. After a few seconds, he pulled away.

"Will you stop worrying for a moment? We're on the football team, people will either ignore our relationship or the guys will help us get through it." He took Kurt's hand. "Now let's get inside so I a can show off my handsome boyfriend." Kurt blushed at Blaine's words. He still couldn't believe that it was happening to him. That he was the one that was going to walk down the hallways of McKinley High, hand in hand with none other than Blaine Anderson. It felt so surreal. It was like his biggest dream and biggest nightmare were mixed together. Of course he liked Blaine and he knew that he was falling for him, but at the same time, he would walk around with a target on his back. The jocks would probably find some joy in making his life miserable because they would think that he 'made their Blaine gay,' even though sexuality isn't a choice. What would be worse would be if they made Blaine's life a living nightmare for being gay.

"Let's go in there then. You're not the only one who wants to show off their handsome boyfriend." Blaine smiled at Kurt and squeezed his hand before walking to the back entrance, hand in hand with Kurt. Just like the day he was outed, the students sent him were like daggers being poked at him all over his body. "It'll be alright." Kurt said from beside him.

"I know that. Where do you wanna go?"

"Our lockers, maybe?" Blaine nodded and still hand in hand, they made their way to Kurt's locker. "I'll just go get my geography book in my locker, I'll be back in a second." Kurt nodded at him before opening his locker. Blaine's locker was across the hall next to Brittany's, and he went there and started fiddling with the lock. When he could finally unlock the locker, he did, and opened it. He looked at the door to the locker and opened his satchel, pulling out a piece of paper. A photo of him and Kurt that Santana took at their first date. Neither him or Kurt had noticed that the Latina had snuck into the auditorium and took pictures of them, but Blaine was happy about it when she sent him the pictures. After hanging it up on the inside of the locker door, he heard many footsteps coming his way. He closed his locker and forgot about his geography book, turning around to face the whole football team. Excluding Kurt, Matt, Mike and Finn.

"Well, well, well." Puck started. Azimio took over.

"Isn't it Faggot Anderson?" And that's when Blaine glanced down and saw the slushies in their hands. He took a step back and slammed his back against the lockers behind him, as if the row of lockers was a portal to get away, but he was still surrounded by jocks with slushies.

"Guys, please don't do this. You said that you would only do it if I quit the team." Some of the jocks started to laugh hysterically.

"You should've thought about that before you chose dicks over chicks." Puck said before Karofsky nudged his side.

"I told you that Hummel wants to make us a gay team!" He said, receiving a deadly glare from Blaine. Then the first slushy was thrown at him by Azimio. Then Karofsky. Then Puck. Soon enough, all of the jocks had thrown a slushy at him, the ice dripping from his clothes and hair and his eyes burning from the ice hitting them. The stuff in his satchel were definitely ruined as well. When the jocks had left, laughing and high-fiving, Blaine hurried to the bathroom to try to clean himself up before anyone could see him in the humiliating situation he was finding himself in. When the to one of the stalls opened, he knew that it was too late to try to hide the fact that he had been slushied, but a wave of relief flushed over him when he saw that the guy that came out of the stall was none other than his boyfriend.

"Oh my God, Blaine!" He exclaimed and washed his hands quickly before hurrying to Blaine's side, helping him to get the pieces of crushed ice out of his hair and off his clothes and satchel, but his clothes and his face were still wet and stained with slushy in many different colors. "No one should get so many slushies at the same time." Kurt mumbled. "Who did this to you?" He asked, out loud this time.

"The fucking team. They surrendered me in front of my locker and did this to to me." Blaine raised his voice at the word 'this' and throws his hands up to state his point. "It's just like when..." His voice trailed off and he looked straight into Kurt's eyes.

"Just like when you when you stood on the sideline and watched me get slushied on the day that I signed up for the Glee audition." Kurt continued and Blaine nodded.

"The difference is the amount of slushies." He said and chuckled. Kurt didn't change expression though. His face was stone cold as always. Moments after, Blaine's smile faded. "I'm sorry, you know. I'm so fucking sorry sorry for not standing up for you that day." Kurt took his hand.

"I get it, alright? You just wanted to fit in. Everyone wants that. But always remember that you didn't hurt me, and I sure as hell hope that you never will." Blaine shook his head rapidly.

"Never."

"You promise?"

"I promise." For the first time time, Blaine saw a change in Kurt's facial expression. "You should never stop doing that." He said, and Kurt frowned.

"Never stop doing what?"

"Smiling."