Somebody Loves You (Klaine)

Chapter 26

By Monday everyone was back to school. The school hallways were filled by the chatter of teens spilling the details of their weekends to friends. Whispers filled the air, and to Rachel this was torture. She had this awful feeling of paranoia, the feeling that they were talking about her. God knows that Brittany and Santana can't keep their mouths shut most of the time, but she just really hoped that they would be quiet now. 

Quinn's weekend wasn't much better either. She sent every second of every day she worried about getting a call from Mara asking her to do something terrible. Thankfully that hadn't happened, but the anticipation alone was enough to drive her insane. She imagined Karofsky was feeling the same way. 

But above all, she was jealous. Jealous of the teens who could love freely. Jealous of Finn, and his relationship with Rachel. Jealous of Kurt and Blaine, who love who they love and don't care what the rest of the world says. And of course, she was mad at herself. Not just because she let Rachel slip through her fingers, but also because she hasn't told Puck yet. He was a nice guy on the inside, but she wasn't sure she loved him. He was nice to be around, and she liked the idea of someone loving her, but that person wasn't Puck. She wanted that person to be Rachel, but it was clear that was never going to happen. 

There was however, one thing she could do. Quinn would feel bad about it, but it had to be done. So deciding to go through with her impulsive idea, Quinn pulled Puck into a empty classroom. 

He of course thought this was for a completely different reason, so he immediately locked their lips and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Quinn backed away, much to Puck's confusion. 

"I thought-" He started.

"Just let me talk first. Please." She felt rather awful at this point, but did her best to face him nonetheless. "I-" Guilt was building up in Quinn's chest as she saw Puck stilling there, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern. "You're great Puck-"

"Holy hell you're breaking up with me, aren't you?" He guessed. All Quinn could do was stand there, staring at the tiled floor. Her face was now burning up, from guilt, embarrassment that this was happening in the first place. "You are!" He seemed hurt, angry, and sad. Puck tilted his head up to the styrofoam orbs that were painted with a rainbow of colors to resemble planets. "Will you at least tell me why?"

Quinn had tears streaking down her face now. She ran out of the classroom, fearful of the dam holding back her emotions would crumble and she would burst. In her blurred line of vision, she neglected to watch out for the other students. And as luck would have it, she ran into one Rachel Berry. 

"Quinn?" Rachel seemed just as concerned as Puck had, which is why she didn't want to talk to her either.

She did her best to wipe away her tears. "I'm sorry." Whether Quinn was apologizing for bumping into Rachel or everything else, neither of them knew. "I'll go, sorry." She started to make her way to the girl's bathroom one hallway over, but abruptly stopped after hearing someone call out her name.

"Quinn wait!" Rachel ran up to her and spun Quinn around to face her. With the look Rachel was giving she half expected Rachel to either kiss or slap her, but instead she wrapped her arms around Quinn. "I still care about you." She whispered softly. Releasing Quinn from the embrace, the brunette added something else. "We haven't really talked since, well you know. And even if we aren't........ you understand what I'm saying, I miss at least being your friend." She led Quinn into the bathroom, checking to see if all the stalls were empty. "So, lets talk."

Tears ran down Quinn's face again, but this time not from guilt or sadness. "Yeah."  She said. "Yeah, I would like that."

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Kurt Hummel hadn't expected a drunken visitor to show up outside his window. This didn't change the fact that around 2 in the morning he heard something move near the glass window. Kurt figured it was a squirrel her something, his room was positioned next to a large tree. Instead of a squirrel however, a boy was waving through a window.

Blaine? Kurt thought. And it was. Blaine gestured for Kurt to let him in and with an bit of an exasperated sigh, he turned the knob that unlocked the window. 

"Hello Kurt!" Blaine was quite obviously drunk. "I love you so so so much!" He sat down on Kurt's lap and wrapped his arms around him.

"Not that I don't love having you here, but why are you?" Kurt inquired as Blaine started to play with his hair. "And more importantly, why did you drink so much that people could make fires with your breath?"

Blaine got up from his spot and flopped onto the bed. "Welllllllll, funny story actually. My family hates me and I stopped at Scandel's before coming here." In that moment Blaine looked incredibly hurt, sad and broken. This only lasted for a split second, for he regained his usual peppiness. It didn't matter, Kurt had already seen past his forced smile. 

"Honey, talk to me." As soon as Kurt said those words, Blaine rushed over to him and started crying. 

"I'm sorry." Blaine kept repeating. Kurt captured him into a tight hug, and gently rubbed his back. "I feel like I let everyone down. Pretty much everyone with the exception of Heather in my extended family looks at me and acts like I'm diseased. And my parents love me, but I'm not sure if they like me. They have to love me because I'm their son, but they don't like me as a person." He started crying harder. "And I don't think they ever will." 

Kurt had no idea how bad it was for Blaine. He knew that Blaine's family weren't the most accepting people, but he didn't know it was like this for him at home. "Your extended family are a bunch of assholes. And who cares what they think? There are so many people who love you, just the way you are. Myself included." 

"I don't deserve you." Blaine said. "You're so perfect."

"Bee, you gotta know that's not true." Kurt replied, but Blaine just shook his head. Before Kurt could respond, the door creaked open. Burt was standing in the doorway, glass of water in hand. "Dad......"

Burt quickly assessed the situation. "We'll talk in the morning. For now, get some sleep." He turned to the hallway to leave. 

"He's right." Kurt said. "We should get to sleep." Blaine started to get up and make his way to the window. "Are you planning to climb back out the window?" He slowly nodded. Kurt let out a soft laugh and pulled him back down. "Stay here tonight. It's not safe for you to be on the road anyway. Wait, did you walk here?" Once again, Blaine nodded. "Bee, that's really far. You definitely need to stay here tonight."

Blaine shook his head up and down. After that he curled up under the blankets. Once Kurt also snuggled under the covers, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, and nuzzled his face into the nape of Kurt's neck.

"Goodnight Kurt."

"Goodnight Blaine."

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This chapter wasn't great, and a bit rushed. I apologize.

~Alaska