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[kurt elizabeth hummel]

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[atrb=background,http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/7333/kurt1.png] [scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Father's Day was an important day in the Hummel household. It had been ever since Kurt lost his mother, and in that time there were quite a few Father's Days shared and celebrated. The day would be different this time around, though, with Finn and Carole to spend it with, but Kurt wanted to go out and look for something for his dad by himself, a gift just from him in thanks for everything that he'd done for Kurt in the past year. Kurt rarely, if ever, left the house alone nowadays. Shopping was just more fun with other people around, like Carole, or Rachel and Mercedes. It was always easier to go to school with Finn since it saved money on gas, not to mention it gave them more bonding time (most of which was spent sleeping on Finn's part... it was a little ridiculous). Blaine usually picked him up when they went on dates, too. He wasn't complaining about it, though. He got to spend time with his friends and family, both of which were very important. This was an exception to that. Kurt was out in Lima Manner, completely alone, looking for a Father's Day gift for his dad. The budget was a tad lower than it had been in years past, so he had to be careful and choose just one thing from the vast selection of stores. Deadliest Catch was out on DVD, he mused, and they didn't already own any of it. Yeah, he'd get that. Once he'd made his purchase, he thought he'd go down to the food court and get a coffee. After all, he was already out, and he couldn't have it at home because even though his father had made a fantastic recovery, Kurt was still worried about his heart. It was his money, he shrugged. Why not? He sat down at a table somewhere in the middle of the food court, relaxing into the plastic chair. It had been a while since he last made a shopping trip that wasn't intense, where he didn't have a need to raid TJ Maxx for the latest styles (partially because he already had them). Every other time he set foot in Lima Manner, he had to cure some sort of fashion disaster or run around on errands. For once, he got to sit back and really enjoy his time there. That is, until he felt the familiar slap of cold on the back of his head, neck and shoulders. Bright blue ice slid across the table and off his chair onto the floor below, melting slowly into the linoleum. Thankfully, the DVDs were protected by the plastic bag. The same couldn't be said of his usually-immaculate hair or that day's selection of jacket. "What the hell?!" Kurt shrieked, whipping around to face the thrower. Naturally, it was one of his old bullies. "Where do you people get off throwing slushies at me?!" The idiotic Neanderthals even wore their letterman's jackets in the summer. It was like they were immune to the weather, or maybe that was why slushies were their weapon of choice. Kurt shook with rage as they laughed, calling him names that he hadn't heard since he left for Dalton. Of course, it had been foolish to think that they would never do this again, but in the local strip mall? Really? Were they that desperate to make Kurt miserable? He wouldn't give them the satisfaction. Never again. He only stopped glaring when they turned their backs and walked away. Now he had to clean up the area before it got too sticky, he sighed. It always fell to him to pick up after those slobs. Word count: 647 Tagged: Open Notes: Those hockey team jocks are morons. Ha, as if mullets will ever be in style again. talking, talking, talking, talking, talkiing [/scrolly]

[blaine anderson]

Blaine Anderson took his role on the Warbler's Council very seriously. So seriously, in fact, that he took it upon himself to accessorize the private school boys for the upcoming Glee competition. Their uniforms, while not unfashionable, could be a bit of a drag to wear every single time. While he was fairly certain that actually convincing the group to wear something besides their uniforms would be a ridiculously uphill battle, they had conceded enough to allow Blaine to add some kind of "pizaz" to their wardrobe. So, Blaine had scooted over to Lima Manor to look for the perfect accessory item, with no clue whether he was looking for some kind of scarf, sunglasses, a hat, a bandana.

Normally, he might have brought along Kurt for such an expedition, but considering the boys would actually be competing against each other, it seemed counter-intuitive to ask for help. Certainly, Kurt would likely have doneso without a second thought, and given the quest his best effort, but Blaine felt the competition was one area where they should not combine efforts. After all, they both wanted to win. Unfortunately, Blaine did not quite have Kurt's sense of flare. Nothing seemed to fit the distinct blend of preppy rich boy and self-deprecating hearthrobs that was the Dalton Warblers. They were such a picky bunch of guys, and highly touch when it came to their wardrobes. Straight boys could be so difficult, not to mention the fact that Blaine was laying awake at night worrying that the competition would not go well. Truthfully, he had never been more nervous for such an event, and feared the effect a bad performance might give them. It did not help that the teams they were up against were the legendary Vocal Adrenaline and the New Directions, who had kicked the Warblers' butts at Regionals. He was on the Council now, which meant he had even more invested in the performance.

Slumping his shoulders at his failure so far, Blaine wandered into Express. If he could not get the Warblers properly accessorized today, he could at least pick up something for Kurt. The couple would be celebrating their two month anniversary soon, and Blaine did not want to get caught empty-handed. He knew celebrating such a short-lengthed milestone was somewhat silly, but he wanted to make sure Kurt knew how much he appreciated the time they had been together. It did not take him long to locate a JACKET that he thought was absolutely perfect for his paramour. Grinning to himself, pleased that he was able to get at least one productive thing done on this trip to the mall, he happily proceeded to the check-out counter.

As he exited the store, he heard an all-too-familiar shriek. Flipping his head toward the sound, he witnessed the site of Kurt covered in a blue icy substance. Grimacing to himself, Blaine took off at full speed toward the foot court. By the time he arrived, the insipid hockey players had disbanded, but Kurt had slumped in his chair, understandably upset by what had just transpired. Placing a hand on the other boy's shoulder as he approached, Blaine knelt down next to him in order to be at eye level, "You okay?" he asked the other boy gently, running his free hand through the other boy's icy cold hair. Struck by an idea, he leaned in as if to kiss Kurt, but instead of landing the fashionista's lips, his own lips fell on Kurt's neck, where the blue liquid was trickling down. Pulling back after a second, he smiled at Kurt, "Blueberry is my favorite, you know. It's too bad slushies are such empty calories." Rising to his feet, he extended his hand for the other boy to take, "Come on, let's get you to the bathroom. We can clean you right up."

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STATUS! complete
TAGS! Kurt
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NOTES! Feel free to have the jerks slushie Blaine at some point too.
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
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LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade
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[kurt elizabeth hummel]

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[atrb=background,http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/7333/kurt1.png] [scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Just when he thought he escaped the worst of it. Of course they were only biding their time until they were free from the watchful eyes of the "Bully Whips". Why did it always have to be like this? Did he have some kind of target on his back? Kurt just wished they would learn that he wasn't a threat to them in any way. There is no way to "catch the gay". He couldn't "convert" them if he wanted to. There was nothing offensive about his presence, if they just learned. It wasn't right that Kurt ever had to put up with this abuse. He flopped (somehow gracefully) into the now-sticky plastic chair, feeling the emotional fatigue all over again. In times like these, he regretted returning to McKinley. He couldn't believe that he willingly went back to being harrassed. Dalton wasn't so bad. The Warblers were all decent guys, Ms. Fluff always managed to make classes lively and interesting, not to mention Blaine was there. No, that wasn't really bad at all. He felt a hand on his damp shoulder, flinching at the sudden, unexpected contact. At first, he thought it was one of the hockey players coming back for more, but he was pleasantly surprised to see his boyfriend kneeling next to him instead. Speak of the devil. Kurt's demeanor brightened instantly. "Much better, now you're here," he smiled. Oh, that was a cheesy line. And he was dripping blue. He mentally kicked himself for it, not wanting to sound as idiotic as he looked. "I'm used to it. What are you doing here? I thought you were working with the Warblers or at Six Flags...?" If Rachel wasn't in the hospital, New Directions would be rehearsing, too. They all knew the effort was useless without her, though, so they didn't really do anything other than memorize their songs. Kurt should have visited her, but his dad kept him busy in the shop most of the time. Because of that, he had no free time, but at least he got to spend time with his dad and that was just as important in his eyes. She had Jesse to keep her company, anyway. He didn't want to invade that. With the both of them being busy as they were, Kurt was disappointed that he didn't get to be with Blaine as much as he would have liked. Being glee rivals didn't help things, either, especially now that Blaine was a member of the council. It was okay, though; Kurt had managed without him before, and he was still getting used to the idea of someone loving him in a non-platonic way. For example, when Blaine's lips found Kurt's neck instead of his lips, his heart jumped in his throat. The other boy's tongue flitted lightly against his skin, collecting a drop of melted slushie running out of his hair. He'd taken Kurt entirely by surprise for the second time in the last five minutes. No, he would likely never really get used to it, which was probably an explanation for why everything felt as amazing as it had the first time around, not that they'd done very much as far as the physical aspect of their relationship went. Thinking about it still made Kurt blush, much like he was now. And Blaine was just standing there, all smug and nonchalant. "Yeah, I guess," Kurt agreed breathlessly. "Although having one thrown in your face one too many times tends to make you avoid them even if you decide to indulge." He picked up the plastic bag with the DVDs for his dad, observing the ice slide onto the table and floor beneath it. Then he took the hand Blaine offered with a smile. Their hands fit together perfectly. Kurt thought that he wouldn't mind if getting cleaned up involved what Blaine was doing before... no, bad Kurt. Public place. Homophobes. He shook the idea from his head and followed Blaine toward the nearest men's room. Unfortunately, they were greeted by some of the football team along the way. Why were they all there, anyway? But instead of dropping Blaine's hand (for fear of what the jocks might do to them), he gripped it tighter. And they had more slushies. Fantastic. Word count: 752 Tagged: Blaine Anderson Notes: I don't know about you, but I'm uncomfortable writing out all the insults and slurs. Puppet them if you want to~ and thanks for replying [/scrolly]

[blaine anderson]

Blaine felt like a white knight, sweeping in to cure Kurt of all his troubles as he squeezed his boyfriend's shoulder gently. Kurt had chosen to step back into a world that would sometimes cause him to weep. He chose a difficult path because he cared so deeply about his friends, and even that loser David Karofsky. Blaine doubted that he could ever have that kind of vigilant strength that it took to tolerate daily the type of abuse Kurt withstood. Certainly, at times the other boy became overwhelmed by it, but for the most part, he handled the struggle with amazing elegance and grace. As he saw it, Blaine's role was to step in when the load became to heavy for him to bear alone.

Admittedly, it was moments like this that made Blaine wonder why Kurt ever chose to leave Dalton Academy. It was safe there. Even if there was no zero tolerance policy, the boys at the school were caring and considerate for the most part. Popularity was not decided by who could be the most cruel like it was at McKinnley. He knew that Kurt's individuality was somewhat stifled by the Dalton uniform and the Warbler's occasionally creatively stiff mentality, but to Blaine, it was worth it to know that he would never have to be harassed at school again. He knew that getting slushied was one of the more humiliating tactics exploited by the school bullies, especially for someone as image-conscious as Kurt. To Blaine, however, as silly as it sounded, the slushie actually looked sort of neat on him. It made his eyes pop out even more in the most adorable way.

As Kurt seemed to gather his composure, he questioned the curly-haired boy's presence at the mall, figuring he would have been busy at the theme park or with the Warblers. "Oh, I tend to follow you around on Tuesdays." he said with a chuckle, "No actually, I am working for the Warblers right now. I finally convinced them that we needed to accessorize, and they pretty unanimously agreed that such was a job for their resident gay guy, not that I mind. I would have asked for your help, but you know how it is being star-crossed lovers and all. Don't want to be seen as sleeping with the enemy." He smiled teasingly at Kurt. The Warblers were serious about the competition and besting the New Directions, but no one objected to his relationship with Kurt, as he hoped was the case in the opposing glee club. Neither boy was devious enough for those kinds of shenanigans.

He could feel a slightly surprised jolt race through Kurt's body as he laid his kiss on the lithe boy's neck. While his tongue would ultimately make an ineffective sponge to cleanse the other boy, he could tell by the bashful smile on his boyfriend's face that he had more than enjoyed it. "Kurt are you blushing?" Blaine asked, "That's...adorable." As their hands locked, Blaine led the pair toward the restroom. Unfortunately, they were halted by a few more zombies in letter jackets, armed with slushies. What was this?

"Is this your boyfriend?" one of pimple-faced jerks asked, the group of them snickering as if he had said something outrageously witty and hilarious. Blaine felt Kurt's hand grip tighter around his own, and he knew that they could not simply run away. No, he was supposed to be Kurt's knight, and knight's did not run away. "Actually, yes, I am." he said, setting the Express bag on the ground and extending his hand as if making a friendly introduction, faking that he knew nothing of their juvenile antics, "I'm Blaine, nice to meet you."

Unsurprisingly, however, none of the the players budged to shake. "Careful! You might catch the gay!" another butt-chinned moron warned. Blaine rolled his eyes, which proved to be something of a mistake as one of the thugs gave him a hard shove, causing him to break the link with Kurt and fall flat on his butt. "Don't roll your eyes at me," the player remark, adding a rather colorful adjective to the end of his sentence. Before Blaine could rise back to his feet, he felt the horrifying touch of the icy drink pouring down on his curly-hair and down the back of his neck. As he did start to stand, one of the thugs grabbed him by the hair, and pushed him back down, this time causing his back to land against a wall as more of the frozen drink started to descend on him. Be strong, he tried to remind himself, but the truth was, this was his nightmare actualized. He had left Dalton to get away from this kind of torment, and he wanted to crawl into a ball and cry more than he wanted to keep up a brave face.

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STATUS! complete
TAGS! Kurt
The JACKET! www.truejeanssale.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/450x675/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/2/4/24900NBT2-1.jpg
NOTES! So, I figure this is Kurt's chance to be the white knight, or they can run away, or once the bullies can just leave after they slushies are gone. Your choice.
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
Pic By PIC CREDIT GOES HERE
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade
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[kurt elizabeth hummel]

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[atrb=background,http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/7333/kurt1.png] [scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Ever since the day they met, Blaine was always there for Kurt when he needed someone. It was almost like he knew whenever Kurt was in trouble somehow, and if he didn't then Kurt could always call him. It was one of the many things he loved about Blaine. In fact, it was one of the first things he loved about Blaine. There was someone, a gay guy like him, who cared enough to want him to be safe and happy. Better yet, that someone was his boyfriend, a fact that occasionally reduced him to the giddyness of a preteen girl, which was just shameful to admit. "Just Tuesdays?" Kurt asked playfully. "Well, you're going to have to break that habit once Rachel gets released, or she might have to kill you, and I'd much prefer my boyfriend alive, thank you." Rehearsals would start almost the moment she got out of the hospital, he knew, and she was extremely defensive about set lists after their first Sectionals set list got leaked. "Wait, seriously? They're letting you change the uniform?" He couldn't believe it, after all the opposition the idea was met with before. He grinned. "Have I ever told you how much I love you? I've been wanting to do that ever since I transferred. Believe me, if you asked for my help I would have done it without sabotaging you. Not that the uniform looks bad on you, but I always hated it being just... the same thing every time. Besides, the Warblers are my friends, too. I want to see you do well." His eyes widened at "sleeping with the enemy" comment. It was just a joke, he knew, but it was still somewhat of a sore topic for him. He still had the innocence of a baby penguin, except that it was now an informed innocence. He litterally tried to swallow his awkwardness. "No, can't have that," he laughed nervously. Come on, it's just a figure of speech, he told himself. He was being ridiculous. Blaine wouldn't do or say anything to make him uncomfortable. For some reason, Blaine noticing him blushing only made Kurt blush a deeper red. He never had to be embarrassed about anything with him, either, but he was still getting over insecurities. In spite of what Blaine said, he never thought he had an adorable blush. He thought it made his skin look all splotchy and unattractive. When they met the football team, Kurt really wished they could avoid conflict for Blaine's sake. Those guys seemed like they were twice his size and they were already ganging up on them. Don't answer them, just ignore them and maybe they'll go away... Kurt thought. But Blaine didn't ignore them. He tried to be his usual polite self, which might have worked on someone else. Kurt at first could only observe in shock as they knocked him to the floor and dumped their drinks over his head. Then he got angry. "Hey!" he screamed at the bigots. "Leave him alone! What has he ever done to you?!" They looked back at Kurt, confused because he'd never fought back before. "We haven't done anything to bother you, so back off! Now, are you going to pretend you actually passed kindergarten, or do I need to call mall security to take you over to the information desk for your mommies to find you and take you home?" They clenched their fists at the comment, completly prepared to throttle him, but paused at the mention of security. Exchanging looks among themselves, they reconsidered torturing the couple and left. Kurt knealt down next to where Blaine leaned against the wall. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry you had to go through that..." he bit his lip. "It really sucks when it gets in your eyes. The stinging stops after a while, though." He sighed. "Come on. That's going to stain." Word count: 706 Tagged: Blaine Anderson Notes: Does Blaine have on that red cardigan that he wears to practically all their dates? I think Kurt has one, too... just in case it's ruined. [/scrolly]

[blaine anderson]

Blaine held up a hand to attempt to stifle Kurt's enthusiasm at a potential Warblers wardrobe change. The two of them had discussed mixing things up during the last school year, but were met with almost histerical opposition. The Warblers could be rather set in their way, sometimes valuing tradition over appeal, and their classic uniform was a part of that. "Change the uniform? No way. They're letting me accessorize. As in, I can add a hat, or a scarf, sunglasses, something. We'll still be in uniform for the competition, although I'll be working on that."

He couldn't help but allow a smile to creep upon his face as Kurt continued on, practically gushing as he expressed his affection for the curly-haired lead singer. Blaine just marveled at the other boyfriend, how fearlessly he was able to share those feelings. The words just flowed so naturally off of his lips. Blaine had needed to work up the courage for days to say "I love you" and even then, it just kind of fell out of his mouth with little eloquance. Staring wide-eyed at the boy, he simply replied, "Kurt you're...amazing." punctuating the words with a kiss on the cheek. As he pulled back, he licked his lips, tasting once again the sweet blueberry slushie on his tongue. Of course, he knew that he never had to actually worry about Kurt taking any information he obtained back to New Directions. Even if the two were not dating, Kurt was probably just too good of a person to resort to devious tactics. Even though they had met as Kurt attempted espionage, it was clear that he had too much integrity to follow through.

Kurt became somewhat awkward when Blaine mentioned sleeping with the enemy. He knew his choice of words was poor from the second he had uttered them, but still, he found his boyfriend's reaction once again to be simply adorable. Eventually, the two of them would have to have a moer serious discussion of that particular subject matter. It had been two months, and they had done nothing besides fairly light kissing. Eventually, they would have to take it a bit further. Blaine was patient, and the last thing he ever wanted to do was pressure Kurt into doing anything, but he was not Mother Theresa. Eventually he would have to want more. For now, however, he was content with kisses.

And then there were the thugs. Where Kurt was used to dealing with neanderthals, it was an experience Blaine had not really encountered in several years now. He forgot, sometimes, just how safe he was at Dalton. Sure, he had encounters with David Karofsky, but even then, he understood that all the aggression and hostility was really just the young man hating himself, not Blaine. This, this was something very different. Blaine tried to be the bigger person and give the bullies the opportunity to recognize what they were being, that the pair had done nothing to warrant their harsh words and cold slushies. It did not work. Instead, he found himself pushed to the ground, the chilling icy drink drenching his skin and clothing.

It was humiliating.

There he was, always telling Kurt to be brave and stand up for himself, and he himself had been made into a complete fool by doing just that. It was almost as if he had forgotten what it was like to be victimized by bullies until now. The warm, accepting walls of Dalton Academy had allowed him to forget, and he didn't have to be strong. Now, however, Blaine could not help the fact that his eyes were welling up, even as Kurt berated the bullies into making their exodus.

As his boyfriend approached him, Blaine did not feel quite as relieved as he should have. Instead, he pulled away from the other boy. This was his fault. This horrible feeling swelling in the pit of his stomach, it was Kurt's fault. If he did not insist on returning to McKinnley, to a school where he knew people did not accept him, this would never have happened. "Don't," he said resolutely, trying to hide the watering in his eyes, or at least thought it was because of the slushie in his face. "Why couldn't you just stay at Dalton?" he snapped, not really knowing what he was saying, as he rose to his feet, "Was this really worth coming back to?"

WORDS!

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STATUS! complete
TAGS! Kurt
The JACKET! www.truejeanssale.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/450x675/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/2/4/24900NBT2-1.jpg
NOTES! Angry Blaine? Whoa. And sure, he can be wearing that. Why not?
CREDITS! Template By arro @ Caution!
LYRICS! "If You Can't Live Without Me,
Why Aren't You Dead Yet?" by Mayday Parade
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[kurt elizabeth hummel]

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[atrb=background,http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/7333/kurt1.png] [scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] Kurt pouted. "Just that? Damn. What is it with straight boys and opposition to decent costumes?" he laughed. "I swear, they never listen! In New Directions, they always think that my ideas are too girly or something and I get shot down before I can even start!" No matter what they said, his costume plans were flawless. He knew that certain things couldn't be pulled off by just anyone, and he always accomodated for that. He could make anyone look great. In the past, when he was a Warbler, he tried desperately to convince the council that costumes would give the judges a better first impression than the boring school uniforms they wore everywhere (almost literally), but even after showing them his examples they refused. Kurt positively glowed with pride at Blaine's look of pure adoration. Just a year previously, he never thought he would be this happy, having someone he loved who loved him in return. He felt no shame in saying it. Even though they'd only been together for 2 months, it already felt like a lot longer (possibly due to all the mixed signals in the time when they were still in the friend zone). "I know. I learned from the best," he smiled coyly. He was referring to Blaine, of course. Even though he wasn't all that brave himself, he inspired Kurt with courage and had in fact faced his fears very well, all for Kurt's sake. If that wasn't amazing to Kurt, he didn't know what was. He tried to shake the pink tint from his face. "I'm sorry. I'm usually not this bad, turning things into something they're not..." Who was he kidding, yes he was. As long as Blaine was trying to get over his past, though, Kurt wished that he could get over his shyness. That kind of thing took time, but he was willing to put in the effort. He was completely sure of how he felt for his boyfriend, especially since that first shameless admission. Kurt was a little surprised that his little rant scared the bullies away. It hadn't worked on Karofsky that well, but he supposed that Dave was a special case. The jocks grumbled as they dispersed, shooting him looks that promised a continuation of the attack at a later date, in another setting. Still, for once, Kurt had the upper hand. So this is what refusing to be the victim is supposed to be like, he mused, smiling victoriously. Would Blaine be proud that he didn't need to be protected by someone else? But he wasn't protected because he was the protector. Blaine wasn't used to this, unlike Kurt who had been subjected to it daily before his transfer to Dalton. He rushed to his boyfriend's side. He never thought that this kind of experience would pay off in any way, but then again he never got slushied in the mall before. First time for everything. Blaine had multicolored syrups streaming down from his head getting soaked in his sweater and shirt, dripping onto his hands, the floor, the wall, wherever they could reach, mixing into a rainbow and an eventual sickly shade of brown. Clumps of ice stuck in his hair. Kurt reached to brush it away, but retracted his hand at the harsh tone of Blaine's voice. "Blaine, I'm just trying to help..." he stated, hurt. He didn't understand. Did he do something wrong? He must have, because Blaine wasn't even looking at him. Kurt looked up at Blaine, still kneeling on the floor, remains of multiple slushies pooling around them. "You know why I left. Even if I finished out the year, my family couldn't afford another. It's also too far away for me to commute every day, and they want me to be closer to home, and so do I. I missed everyone in New Directions. I couldn't even talk to my brother when I was in the Warblers because glee was the only real thing we had in common. You know how hard it was for me at Dalton, too. I just wasn't born to fit in. Not that you and everyone aren't great, but..." He didn't know how to put it without it sounding bad or insulting. They were just all the same. No one there really stood out (well, other than Blaine, who managed to catch his eye immediately, somehow). "Even if you don't think so, I wouldn't have done anything differently," Kurt said adamantly. "No matter how bad things get, this is the way the world is here. At least at McKinley I had Santana and Dave escorting me and making sure nothing happened. The no-bullying rule is enforced now, which was why I felt safe going back. Of course I miss seeing you all the time, singing with you, holding your hand on the way to class..." He stood up carefully and grabbed one of Blaine's hands, ignoring the sticky juices coating it. "But maybe, if we make it through high school... I was thinking that maybe we could face it together, all the torment in the world..." Kurt was nervous talking about the future. He wanted a life with Blaine, to go to college in New York and get an apartment there and just be together. The trouble with that, though, was that it was still early in their relationship and he didn't want to be presumptious. He couldn't get his hopes up. He couldn't get ahead of himself. But he really loved Blaine, and he couldn't see that changing any time soon. Word count: 989 (lol...) Tagged: Blaine Anderson Notes: This may be weird, but I can totally see them shopping to replace their shirts singing "I'll Cover You", and all the other people looking at them weird because they're a teen gay couple covered in slushies in the middle of Ohio and singing at the top of their lungs... XD [/scrolly]

[blaine anderson]

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[atrb=background,http://img38.imageshack.us/img38/8499/36419329.png][scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] It was rather amazing, if one stopped to consider it, just how swiftly and dramatically Blaine Anderson had turned from the shining white knight, swooping in to save his helpless lover, to beaten victim, left a crumbled mess on the floor. It had been mere minutes since Blaine placed a supportive hand on the shoulders of his humiliated boyfriend, assuring him that all would be fine, and playfully kissing the slushie off his neck. Now, he stood covered in, ironically, a rainbow of freezing slushie in the middle of the Lima shopping outlet. Those jerks would be expelled from Dalton Academy for such assinine antics, even done off school grounds. No one seemed to care here, though. Aside from a few, even more cowardly punks, who laughed from a distance at his icy makeover, nobody really even seemed to notice. Except, of course, Kurt. Even though in his head, Blaine knew that he never needed to feel embarassed in front of the counter tenor, he was. For all he preached about standing up for oneself, for all his posturing as some wise gay sage who understood what it took to make it as a teenage queer, he was no braver, no stronger, no more able to deflect the harsh tactics of school-yard bullies than the boy who had just professed so eloquently his affection for the Warbler. Taking out his humiliation on Kurt was not really fair, but he did not know what else to do. He instantly regreted the words, and even moreso his harsh tone. The truth was, Blaine was proud of Kurt's conviction, he just wished that it did not punctuate his lack of it at the same time. All this time, he had thought he was brave, that his past tormentors were fortunate that he was no longer around to stand up to them, but the truth was he was still the same terrified teenager, easily torn down by these pig-headed neanderthals. He could only stare at his shoes as Kurt justified his transfer. Truly, it was unneccessary. Blaine understood why Kurt had left. Dalton Academy was a safe and warm place, where even outcasts could look just like everyone else as they wore their matching uniforms. Kurt, however, was not just a societal outcast. Unlike Blaine, he did not even want to blend in. He accepted his individualism in a way that Blaine had yet to discover. As hostile as McKinnley could be, there was also where Kurt could thrive and embrace all aspects of his identity. Blaine finally looked up as his boyfriend declared that regardless of what Blaine thought, he would not have done anything differently. There it was again, that fierce independence and strength that had so attracted the curly-haired boy in the first place. He did not even really hear the last part of Kurt's speech as his eyes, already stinging red, though more from his silly insecurities than than slushie burning, allowed a single revealing teardrop to descend upon his cheek. "Kurt, I'm sorry." Blaine choked out once the other boy had finished. "I shouldn't have-I didn't mean that." he continued, fumbling to find the words to articulate himself adequately. "I guess I just, I've been at Dalton for so long. I forgot what it was like to be pushed around. It just caught me off guard." Kurt continued, informing Blaine of his future ambitions of facing all the bigotry and ruthless intolerance of the world together. It was an endearing dream, but it was a dream that involved a constant struggle, and a courage Blaine had not quite found within himself up to this point in his life. He smiled, but shook his head slowly, "Kurt I don't...I don't think I'm strong enough for that. I'm not you." Blaine suddenly realized how very silly the two of them had to appear to any on-lookers. There they were, these two teenage boys, covered in slushies, standing in the middle of the mall, pontificating about their relationship and future together. His smile grew slightly wider as he appreciated the situation. "You know, we may need to get some new clothes. I don't know about you, but I'm freezing." [/scrolly]

[kurt elizabeth hummel]

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[atrb=background,http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/7333/kurt1.png] [scrolly:h(200),w(400),sy] In spite of the personal attack that had just occurred, Kurt was surprisingly not upset about it. He got it so many times before that it didn't have that much of an effect anymore. It was a terrible thing to get used to, but he really didn't mind. The only thing that hurt about it was when Blaine got mad at him for leaving, as if that were the reason that the jocks had come up to them in the first place. Neither of them were to blame for it; it was the football players' faults for being idiots, ignorant as they were. Still, Kurt understood why Blaine shouted and didn't think anything less of him for it. He did the same thing, sort of, when he was voted prom queen, having gotten used to being treated like an actual human being. The kind of behavior they played victim to that day was never seen in the halls of Dalton Academy. "You don't have to apologize," he smiled gently. "I know exactly what you mean. I used to get that three times a day, so I'm sort of numb to it. But it's okay to get upset. No one should have to go through that." The slushie was McKinley's most common weapon of choice, usually for its lasting impression of humiliation. The entire glee club had to be prepared for it, sometimes wearing raincoats in the hallway because they couldn't fit enough changes of clothes in their lockers. Kurt realized that this may have been Blaine's first time getting slushied. Well, it was no wonder he exploded, but Dalton could only protect him for so long. When Blaine mentioned sadly that he wasn't strong, Kurt accidentally laughed out loud. He didn't mean it in any way degrading, but he really did think it was funny. "Oh, honey," he sighed, catching his breath, "you are strong. Maybe not in the conventional way, like lifting a car or picking fights with other people whether you can win or not, but you pulled me back on my feet when I hit rock bottom. You're a great leader. You went to prom with me, even though you had bad experiences in the past. You danced with me, in front of all those people, when nobody else would. That takes a lot of strength. The only reason I had the courage to stand up to those guys in the first place was because you were here with me." He couldn't imagine how horrible it would be to have to face it all alone. Even before Blaine, he had New Directions to turn to (mostly the girls, although the guys really came around). There was no way he would be able to go through it all by himself. "Besides, I was thinking of going to New York again after graduating. It would be great to go to college there, don't you think? People there are a lot more open-minded." Thinking back, it was pretty nice. No one stared at him like he was some wild animal. In fact, according to Mercedes on the sight-seeing day, there were a couple guys checking him out, not that he noticed. Now that the point had come up, Kurt agreed that they did look completely ridiculous. The rainbow was ironically fitting, and he thought that Blaine looked (literally and figuratively) very sweet, now wearing the slushies with a smile. "I haven't really noticed the cold..." he laughed. The ice covering him was mostly melted now, thanks to the summer heat. "But yeah, let's go. I'd rather not be all sticky and multicolored for the rest of the day." He went over to pick up the bag Blaine left on the floor and couldn't resist taking a peek inside. "What's this? Something you found for the Warblers?" he asked. Word count: 685 Tagged: Blaine Anderson Notes: I know, I know... it took me long enough XD and soon enough Kurt's going to go into a panic because their clothes are stained rainbow. [/scrolly]