"You didn't have to tell me but ... thanks." He reached out and slowly held Kurt's hand, gripping it tight in his own and wondering how Kurt coped alone with all of this awful things. He was the strongest person he knew, bravest too. He wished he could protect him from all the bad things but he didn't think he could do more than freak-out flailing. "He told me to stay away from you and I was so thrown but I couldn't think at the time, not really."
With a small frown, he looked down at his shoes, wondering how someone like Karofsky handled life too. It must have been painful. "I don't think I can do what he asked and keep my gayness away from you, Kurt. Sorry." Not sorry.
"Good." Kurt was gripping Blaine's hand and leaning his head to the side so he could kiss BLaine's lips where they were so temptingly accessible right under the towel. What a beautiful boy. He really hoped he could make him feel a little less self-conscious about his hair, but he'd decided to take things slowly with that. "I told him that he's not my type. I think that hurt his feelings. But I'm not into getting abused by a self-hating asshole."
Seemed like an obvious preference to have. "He threatened he'd kill me if I told anyone. But I think he's more scared of me than I am of him these days."
"He's dangerous, it's true. I won't let him hurt you. You're not alone." Kurt had him, Finn, his parents and hopefully that was enough. He knew he wasn't much in a physical battle but he could do a lot for Kurt. Even if it was just loving him and giving all of his support. He sighed tiredly and then raised a hand to pull the towel from his eyes. "I can tell you're dying to see. I'll show you but -- just remember that you won't have to see it again."
Very reluctantly, Blaine pulled the towel off his head and closed his eyes, bracing himself for what was coming. "It's from my mom's side... my dad taught me how to gel it down and it mostly keeps it under control."
"Uh-huh. So your dad is completely insane, yes? We can acknowledge that? He's definitely straight, if he hid away your crowning glory like that." Kurt was already all up in that, running his fingers through the curls and smiling when a few of them fell into Blaine's face, framing it so nicely. "They make your eyes pop even more than they already do, you insanely beautiful man."
How did he cope with that? "You are so pretty it hurts. Baby, you make me want to weep at your beauty." Maybe he was losing some badass cred here, fawning like that, but how could he help it?
"You like it? Really? ... Why?" Blaine asked as he felt Kurt run his fingers through his hair for the first time. Without the gel protecting him from all sensations to his head, he realised how sensitive he was to those fingernails gently against his scalp. It felt incredible. He melted at the positive praise, his heart no longer raising. "When I was at middle school, I tried to have my hair natural and ... the other kids called me a terrorist or made fun of me."
He shrugged his shoulders, lost in the relief of Kurt not wincing and asking him to wear a hat or whatever. "My mom is Filipino, my dad is white. My dad says I'm lucky, I pass for white." It made him fit in easier.
"You look like Blaine. And you look like you could tan. I wish I had your skin tone. Although mine admittedly fits in well with my current aesthetic choices." Kurt poked fun at himself a little, hoping it might put him further at ease. "I don't blame you for wanting to hide it. I know how cruel and small-minded people are."
Kurt opened up his satchel, digging for the hair wax. "Can I try and style your hair? You've got to bear with me, I've never had a chance to style curls before. Well. I had a styling head but I mostly just did her make-up and also I was in kindergarten."
"If it means you can keep fondling me then yes, I am your canvas." Blaine offered as he fumbled around with the towel in his hands and finally, he just dropped it onto his bag. "But thanks. It's cool. My mom would like you a lot. Maybe you can meet her some time. Not in like a super forward relationship way! Just, like, you know. My mom likes to know I have friends."
And the only friend she knew was Sam. And that was always weird. "She may hit on you. She does that. I'm hoping for a divorce for my parents soon - is that a weird thing to root for?"
"You're asking the wrong person, Blaine. I set up my dad and Carole, Finn's mom, just because they seemed to hit it off at parent teacher night and then I organised their wedding. And I was nine or so." Ah, it had been a different time. He had been different.
Though right now he felt a giddiness as he used the hair wax to gently coax Blaine's curls into looking purposeful, although he was digging the messy look quite a bit too. "We're not friends."
At first, Blaine felt his stomach sink and the idea of them not being friends was scary, it was like when Kurt froze him out in public only 1000% worse because they were alone and it was happening! And then Kurt looked into his eyes and it was like a surge of something new and powerful. He looked at him, his heart racing, as he let those words sink in.
"I am yours." Blaine agreed eagerly. "I want to always be yours."
And he knew, they were young and there were a lot of years ahead but to Blaine, he couldn't imagine ever feeling this way again for anyone else. "I hope you're mine too."
"I'm yours," Kurt confirmed, trying to act as if his hands weren't trembling a little under the weight of what they were saying to each other. He kept working on his hair for a few seconds longer, then pulled his hands back and nodded his approval. "You're ready now. Damn. You've got Danny Zuko vibes and I mean that in the best of ways. Freddie Mercury, I think he had hair a bit like you. Basically, you're the perfect leading man."
Blaine kissed Kurt suddenly, just to show his approval. He hadn't seen it yet but he trusted Kurt so much that he just decided to let fate lead him. As he pulled away, he raised his hands and touched the lightly waxed hair. It was so curly and springy, he wasn't sure how he felt but Kurt was looking at him like that.
"Wanna meet up this weekend and make out? I'll keep my hair like this if you do." He drove a hard bargain.
Kurt nodded his head, feeling a bit like skipping and a lot like singing. Instead he cleared his throat and tried to think of something less embarrassing and romcom. "I get my car back this weekend."
At least he had some hopes that he could make his father return it. "We could go on a drive. Just. Maybe even go somewhere. Overnight."
"I would definitely be free all weekend so, you know, we could go somewhere. Just us. Overnight." Were they going to have sex? Oh God, he needed to do way more research and maybe watch better quality gay porn. He was nervous but excited and honestly, he didn't care what he was doing. He just wanted to be doing it with Kurt.
"You can leave the closet first, by the way. And text me! We can just like, you know, plan the weekend." It was scary but exciting.
"Yeah. Just. Wait a second." Kurt got his phone out and he knew it was dark, so he made sure flash was on when he turned it so he could take a picture of them together. Together in the dim closet, with Blaine's fabulous curls and very strange light exposure because of the light. Still, it was their first selfie together. "I'll send that to you."
That said he kissed Blaine's cheek and then took a deep breath as he opened the door.
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With a small frown, he looked down at his shoes, wondering how someone like Karofsky handled life too. It must have been painful. "I don't think I can do what he asked and keep my gayness away from you, Kurt. Sorry." Not sorry.
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Seemed like an obvious preference to have. "He threatened he'd kill me if I told anyone. But I think he's more scared of me than I am of him these days."
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Very reluctantly, Blaine pulled the towel off his head and closed his eyes, bracing himself for what was coming. "It's from my mom's side... my dad taught me how to gel it down and it mostly keeps it under control."
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How did he cope with that? "You are so pretty it hurts. Baby, you make me want to weep at your beauty." Maybe he was losing some badass cred here, fawning like that, but how could he help it?
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He shrugged his shoulders, lost in the relief of Kurt not wincing and asking him to wear a hat or whatever. "My mom is Filipino, my dad is white. My dad says I'm lucky, I pass for white." It made him fit in easier.
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Kurt opened up his satchel, digging for the hair wax. "Can I try and style your hair? You've got to bear with me, I've never had a chance to style curls before. Well. I had a styling head but I mostly just did her make-up and also I was in kindergarten."
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And the only friend she knew was Sam. And that was always weird. "She may hit on you. She does that. I'm hoping for a divorce for my parents soon - is that a weird thing to root for?"
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Though right now he felt a giddiness as he used the hair wax to gently coax Blaine's curls into looking purposeful, although he was digging the messy look quite a bit too. "We're not friends."
He looked into Blaine's eyes. "You're mine."
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"I am yours." Blaine agreed eagerly. "I want to always be yours."
And he knew, they were young and there were a lot of years ahead but to Blaine, he couldn't imagine ever feeling this way again for anyone else. "I hope you're mine too."
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"Wanna meet up this weekend and make out? I'll keep my hair like this if you do." He drove a hard bargain.
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At least he had some hopes that he could make his father return it. "We could go on a drive. Just. Maybe even go somewhere. Overnight."
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"You can leave the closet first, by the way. And text me! We can just like, you know, plan the weekend." It was scary but exciting.
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That said he kissed Blaine's cheek and then took a deep breath as he opened the door.