Somebody Loves You (Klaine)

Chapter 22

Nice cat Jesse.

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Kurt was torn.

Maybe Mara was right. And she did know Blaine longer than he did. It's just that Blaine was one of the best things in his life. Kurt didn't want him to leave because of his reluctance to participate in sexual activities. But Blaine might not care, right? However, as soon as Kurt thought that he thought that, Mara's words once again came to mind. 

"I'm just worried that if he doesn't get it from you, that he might start getting it somewhere else."

And maybe she was right, Kurt thought. 

"You okay?" Blaine asked. They were currently sitting on his bed, watching Hedwig and the Angry Inch. 

"Yes, of course." Kurt lied. "I'm with you."

Blaine smiled. "Okay, if you say so." He leaned over and kissed Kurt. Kurt deepened the lip-lock, climbing on top of Blaine. They kissed for a little longer before Kurt moved to Blaine's neck. "Wait." Blaine said. "Are you sure you're comfortable with this? I am, I just think that we should talk consent first."

This is what he wants. Kurt thought. Do it or he'll leave you. "I am. I wouldn't be sucking on your neck if I wasn't." Kurt did his best to cover up his doubts. 

"Okay." Blaine seemed better now. He pulled Kurt back down. After a few minutes Blaine started to fidget with the buttons of Kurt's shirt. Kurt unbuttoned it and threw his shirt to the ground. This action was repeated with Blaine's polo. Things kept going like this until.....

"Oh wow. You are a bottom." Chad. Apparently the Anderson's had come home early. He laughed as Kurt scrambled for his button-up and Blaine went to find his. And as if the situation couldn't get any worse, in the time Chad had opened the door and laughed the entirety of the Anderson's staying in the house had gathered. Heather's eyes were wide with alarm, and a bit of amusement. Devon on the other hand, was fuming.

"Blaine, downstairs now." Devon spoke. "And I think it's time your friend went home." Kurt didn't need to be told twice. He wedged passed the Andersons and ran down the stairs to grab his shoes. Though the Andersons would never like him after that, a strange sense of relief washed over him. As much as he wanted to be, Kurt wasn't ready. So in a way, having Blaine's entire family walk in on them was a good thing.

The only problem now was that he was going to need to walk home. So as he turned back to look at Blaine before he was surely going to be grounded, he felt a little less optimistic. Even worse, Blaine's eyes seemed to be pleading for help. Kurt gave him a sympathetic wave before heading out the door.

"Wait!" Heather ran after him. "I can drive you home. I noticed that your car wasn't here." She smiled. There were a few reasons for this offer.

1. She wanted to get to know Kurt

2. She didn't want to be present when Blaine was getting yelled at

3. She loved driving

"Thank you Heather. That's very kind of you." He nodded. They hopped in a car (it did not belong to Heather, but she was sure Pam wouldn't mind) and started the drive. She drove 15 minutes before Kurt spoke up. "Uh, do you know where I live?"

Heather mentally face-palmed. "Oh, um no. Where to then?" He gave her the address, and she started driving in the opposite direction. It was an quiet car ride, and not the kind with comfortable silence. But as awkward as it was there, it was much worse back at the Anderson house.

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"Are you serious Blaine? There are so many things wrong with what was going on up there!" Devon exclaimed as Blaine shrunk further into the couch.

"I thought you didn't have a problem with me liking boys Father." Blaine commented.

Devon clenched his fists. "This isn't me being homophobic, this is about the fact that you're 16. Blaine you're still a child. And anyway, you have to wait until marriage. You know that you aren't allowed to have premarital sex."

So Blaine was Catholic. He believed in the Bible for the most part, he just didn't really get some stuff. Like how fasting would bring you closer to God for example. A few years ago Blaine was having insecurities about his weight, so he did what many teens do and would not eat for days at a time. And when he did eat it would be close to nothing, and would be puked up almost immediately.

When Blaine thought back to that time all he could think about was how painful and lonely it was. He was a completely different person back then. Sunken eyes, paper thin and skin the color of snow due to all the days spent inside due to not having the energy to get out of bed. The point is, he didn't feel any closer to God, in fact he had never felt more isolated. So he didn't understand why the church would preach fasting was a good thing when it was probably the worse experience he had ever had. 

"I know Father. And I'm sorry that I got carried away. But I don't understand why-" Blaine started to explain, but his dad cut in before he could finish. 

"It doesn't matter if you understand or not. You either wait, or you're going to Hell." Devon said, then muttered something under his breath that Blaine couldn't hear. Nevertheless, Blaine knew what his father had said.

"But who am I kidding, you're going anyway."

Blaine had been told he was going to Hell many times before. At church, family events, heck even the supermarket once. One time he and Kurt went to Walgreens late at night to pick up something for a movie night, what they were grabbing he could remember. Anyway, they were in one aisle and thought they were alone. Thinking nothing of it, Kurt gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek. It wasn't like they were making out or anything like a couple in the next aisle over, but it was enough to make one woman mad. 

She must've came in when they weren't looking, but she was there nonetheless. She cleared her throat and they both whipped their heads around. "I hope that was worth your trip to Hell." She said deadpan.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "See you there Karen." Kurt turned back to Blaine and this time kissed him on the lips. "C'mon let's go check out."

The point of that story was that Blaine was used to being told there was a special place in Hell for him, but he had never heard it from his father. He's been told other things from his dad of course, but never that. Feeling a lump build up in his throat, he excused himself. 

Running up to his room, Blaine wished that Heather was here. He usually vented to her, and she was a great listener. But Heather was out driving Kurt home. So not knowing what else to do, he called an old friend. She picked up immediately.

"Hey Mara, can we talk? I really need to and I wanted to talk to a friend."

"Of course Blaine, whatever you need I'm here." She sounded sympathetic, but in reality was smiling at the other end of the line. Things were all falling into place. 

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Yay! New chapter!

~Alaska