Once Upon a New York Dream - A Klaine Fanfiction

Chapter Seven - Fighter

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WRITERS NOTE:

The next chapter may contain triggering content such as homophobia and violence.

I hope you're enjoying this fanfic as much as I'm enjoying writing it!

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As Blaine pulled Kurt down the streets of Brunswick late at night, he kept turning back to check out who was behind him. His heart pounding in his chest as his breathing faltered with every thud of the tarmac. His hand tightening its grip on Kurt's. 

The gang kept chasing them down the streets, shouting all kinds of profanities at them. Maybe Brunswick wasn't the place to walk hand in hand with someone of the same sex, maybe New York wasn't all the pair had ever thought it was. Kurt just hoped that this wouldn't put Blaine off moving to New York, but of course that wasn't the real thing that was running through his head. His head was overfilled with thoughts he couldn't suppress, what if they couldn't out run the gang, what if this made Blaine think twice about him. Tears streamed down the young Hummel's face, he was terrified. 

Before they knew it the gang had creeped up behind the pair, pulling them down one of the side streets. Both boys hearts were in their hands, pounding faster and faster than ever before. Both of them had received some forms of physical abuse before, but they knew that this time it would be different. This time it was from people they didn't know. 

With one foul swoop, both males were thrown to the floor, the gang now standing over them. Kurt inched his way to the wall, shaking uncontrollably as he held his hand to his cheek. His tears continuing to pour down his cheeks as the men suddenly began calling them every homophobic name under the sun. 

Blaine on the other hand was trying to square up to the men, his boxing coming into play as he pulled himself back on his feet. There was no way he was ever going to let anything happen to Kurt, not today, not ever. "Back off," Blaine growled creeping closer and closer towards the men as they tried to take a swing at him. For once, Blaine's height played a huge part in his ability to duck out of the way of the males fists. He didn't normally like his height, constantly being targeted for it, but in this moment it made him proud. 

The commotion in the side street caused a few nosy spectators to pass by, luckily for the young Hummel and Anderson the pair that happened to walk past was none other than Rachel with her boyfriend Noah. "Kurt?! Oh my god, Kurt?!", Rachel called out horrified as she clung onto Noah's arm. Seeing her best friend slumped against a wall with a gang of men crowded around him broke her heart. She was in so much shock that she didn't notice Noah leaving her side to help Kurt and Blaine. 

"What the hell is going on here?!", Noah shouted aggressively appearing behind the men, pushing them out of the way standing as a block between Kurt and Blaine and the other men. His facial expressions being more than enough to scare the men away from the two poor boys. "You think it's cool to target people like this? You want my fists against your skull?!" Noah exclaimed rolling his eyes. The men's faces turning pale as Noah slammed his fist against the palm of his hand, before they quickly dispersed shivering in their boots. 

Noah turned to face the two boys, nodding at them before saying, "are you two okay? Do we need to take you to the emergency room?" The look of worry crossed his face, but before he could say anymore Kurt piped up and shook his head. "No, no, I just think we need to go home. I don't feel safe here on the street." Kurt said with a hint of anxiety in his voice as Rachel came running up to them pulling Kurt into her arms. 

"I'm okay, Rach, I promise," he mumbled softly holding onto her as he brought himself up on his feet with her help before turning to Blaine, "I'm so sorry, Blaine, I shouldn't have walked with you hand in hand... I shouldn't. . ." That was all he could say before bursting into tears, moving from Rachel and into the arms of the man he liked more than anything. "I'm so so sorry."

Blaine sighed softly, wrapping his arms around his favourite male, his hand moving to the others back. His soft lips brushed against the others head, as he whispered, "It's not your fault, Kurt, none of this is. What matters is that we're all okay." Once he'd finished speaking, his gaze turned to Noah and Rachel, a soft thankful smile crossing his face, "I cannot thank you enough, I- I'm Blaine, I'm the lead vocalist of the Dalton Academy Warblers".  

Rachel stepped closer towards the pair dragging Noah with her, "I know exactly who you are," Rachel exclaimed proudly. "I'm Rachel, Rachel Berry, and this is Noah, Noah Puckerman. We were in the New Directions with Kurt". 

It wasn't long before Noah piped up, his arm wrapping around the young Berry. "And you're welcome, we couldn't exactly let you fend for yourself now could we?" He sighed softly, knowing that things could have turned extremely bad if they'd have not happened to pass by, "Let's get you both home so you can rest up, okay?"

The boys nodded, remaining close to each other, terrified to let the other go. The four began to walk together back to Rachel and Kurt's Brunswick apartment. As soon as they reached the apartment, Kurt let out the most expressive sigh, feeling ever so grateful to be back in the comforts of their home. He took Blaine's hand in his, leading them to the couch. As they sat down, Kurt wrapped his arms around the shorter of the pair's waist, peppering his head in kisses. 

"You know, they say something about having shared trauma that strengthens relationships. . ." Kurt whispered against Blaine softly.