Sidelines

7

A/N: I'm on a roll w this story the past few days so here's a lil treat :-*
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Blaine and Kurt pulled up to Blaine's house. Kurt looked out the window and up at the large, and clearly expensive house. The nice paved stone driveway was lit up with solar lights. There was one porch light was on, but all the windows inside showed nothing but darkness. The house was a dark green, with black shutters and a white fenced-in porch. The front lawn was freshly mowed and flowers and trimmed hedges lined the pathway to the front porch.
"Are your parents home?" Kurt asked. Blaine shook his head,
"No, they've been away for work since Monday," Kurt frowned slightly when Blaine sniffed and whipped his nose before he opened the car door, Kurt followed. He had noticed he had become a lot less pale than he was when he was on the field, and he seemed overall better. Kurt followed Blaine up to the front door and Blaine unlocks the door.
"Home sweet home," he says walking in. A home security system goes off and Blaine quickly walked over to an electronic panel on the wall and silenced the alarm. He hits another button and the whole house lights up. Kurt almost gasped at the sight of the beautiful home. He had never stepped foot in a house like this before, he only dreamed about living in one as he passed by them in the car.
"Oh my god, Blaine. Your house is amazing! What do your parents do?" Blaine chuckles,
"Thank you, my dad is a pretty well-known Medical lawyer in the Lima and Westerville areas, and my mom is a travel nurse." Kurt looks at Blaine gawking. Blaine smiles,
"Well, what do your parents do?" Kurt's smile faltered but he still kept a small smile on his face.
"My dad is a car mechanic, he owns Hummel's Tires and Lube over on S. Elizabeth Street. My mom was a stay-at-home mom, but she passed away in a car accident when I was 7..."
"Oh Kurt, I'm so sorry," Blaine said emotion and sympathy pleading in his eyes.
"It's okay, it's been a while and I've come to terms with it. It still hurts from time to time though."
"Of course it hurts, mourning someone you loved dearly is the hardest part in life." Kurt frowned and nodded,
"But my step-mom, Carol is amazing. She's also a nurse! She works in the ER at the hospital." Blaine smiles,
"My mom works there sometimes too, I wonder if they know each other."
"Yeah maybe! that would be so cool."
"Do you wanna go up to my room? I wanna put this stuff down," he says looking down at his football bag in his hand. Kurt nods and follows Blaine up the large staircase. Kurt admired the paintings on the walls as they ascended the stairs. Blaine turns left and they walk straight down a hallway to a door at the end of it.

Blaine opens the door and switches the light on. The room was minimalistic but had pieces of Blaine's personality scattered throughout. The first thing Kurt noticed was the forest green paneled walls, and the nicely made bed. A bookcase was parallel to the bed along a wall. Kurt walked closer to the bookcase and noticed along with his football trophies, there were singing ones too. Pictures of what looked like to be his friends from his old school were in picture frames on his bedside table. Kurt didn't realize that Blaine was just watching him look around his room without saying anything. Kurt laughs awkwardly,
"Sorry, I just love interior decoration, it's my backup career. I love your room." Kurt says shyly, and Blaine smiles.
"It's okay, look around all you want," Blaine says calmly. Kurt notices Blaine's shoulders were still tense. He clearly had something on his mind.
"Wanna sit?" Blaine asks, he looks toward the bed and back to Blaine. He nods and they both move to sit on the bed, kicking their shoes off. Blaine crosses his legs crisscross and sits with his back against the headboard.
"How are you feeling?" Kurt asks, Blaine shrugs his shoulders.
"I'm not sure what happened, I was just really anxious the whole time and then I found you, and then that cheerleader and I-" Blaine says interrupting himself as he starts laughing.
"I can't believe you threw up on her!" Kurt says laughing. Blaine face palms himself and scoffed.
"If you were feeling fine, would you have gone on that date with her?" Kurt asked. Blaine quickly shakes his head no. Something twinkled in his eyes before he shuffled positions out of discomfort.
"To be honest, she's not really my type."
"Well, what do you look for in a girl?" Kurt asks. Blaine looks at Kurt and smiles,
  "I've never actually been into girls." Blaine said. Kurt's heart practically jumped out of his chest cavity.
"So you're gay too?" Kurt asks, Blaine nods smiling.
"Ok well, now I have to ask you all the questions!" Kurt exclaims. Blaine laughs and agrees,
"I've never had someone to talk to about this stuff with really," Blaine mentions. Kurt frowned,
"Me neither."
Kurt and Blaine were sat in Blaine's bed facing one another. It was silent for a few moments then Blaine started. They talked for hours just sitting there. They talked about their futures, their present, and their past. It was a fairly light conversation until Blaine brought up his first boyfriend.
TW: slight grooming and violence
"When I was 14 I got my first girlfriend. I did it initially to push my father off my back about getting one. Her name was Layla and she was really sweet and she liked the color purple. When I came over to her house for the first time she introduced me to her brother, Sebastian. He was probably one of the most beautiful boys I had ever seen at the time. He was a senior, I was a freshman. We both went to the boy's school, Dalton, in Westerville. I found out he was apparently bi-sexual from an older member in the glee club that we were both in. I quickly got attached to the idea of him. I figured if I stayed with Layla, I would have him too." Blaine paused to see if Kurt was listening. He continued,
"Over time, Sebastian and I became closer through Layla, and somehow he knew about me being gay without me telling him. Probably guessed with the way I would look at him. Long story short, I lost my virginity to him." Blaine said regretfully. Kurt started to get nervous about what was to come in Blaine's story.
"After that, I felt the best thing to do was to break up with Layla. I confided in him about it, but he quickly told me that if I broke up with her, I would painfully regret it and i would lose him too. So the easily manipulated young me stayed. It started off light, it was fun in a horrible teenage angst type of way. Then the relationship progressively got worse and worse. I started to hate Layla, we really had nothing in common emotionally and physically, and I was very much not attracted to her. I would take her on a date, he would come over after, I would give her flowers, and he would text me heartfelt messages... with nudes attached. I was gradually getting more and more fed up with the situation. The last straw was the spring dance. I decided that night would be the night I would call it quits with Layla. I knew this would break it off with him too, but I didn't care at that point anymore. I was exhausted emotionally and what I was doing was something that made me feel like the dirtiest person in the world." Blaine paused to breathe. "Blaine," Kurt said sadly and drawn out. Kurt felt like he was about to burst into tears hearing Blaine's past. Blaine holds up a finger to signal he had more to say,

"I was stupid, didn't know how to get out of this situation-ship I got myself into. So I ended it with her in the middle of her favorite slow song." Kurt face palmed, and Blaine chucked.

"I know. Anyways, she breaks down in tears and runs out of the gym. I stand there looking around for him, I don't see him, and eventually, I decided I should leave early. I was waiting outside after just calling my dad's driver to  come to pick me up when I got jumped." Kurt gasped.
"They uh, smashed a beer bottle over my head, and beat me to a pulp. I used to be so angry for so long about not being able to stand up for myself. I knew it was him. He spat at me as he finished me off with a punch to the temple. The next thing I know, I'm waking up in a hospital bed, casts almost everywhere, with my mother hovering over me in her hospital scrubs crying." 
"Blaine, oh my god," Kurt says, and without hesitation, he pulls the curly brown-haired boy into an embrace. Kurt could feel Blaine physically relax. He squeezed a little tighter before letting go. Blaine had tears brimming in his eyes but wiped them away quickly and dismissed them as stupid. Kurt shakes his head no.
"What happened after? Did you press charges?" Blaine shook his head.
"When I uh, told my parents what actually happened... My dad didn't like the whole "gay" thing and told me to cover it up. He told me to say that I got jumped randomly by a group of unidentified teenagers... My mom just took care of me until I could walk properly again, then I was on my own from then to now pretty much. She at least tries harder than my dad sometimes. I just live here at a house that they rarely come to, it's nice to be alone sometimes. My dad will run money to my account just to keep me in line, then pretends I don't exist. He also made a condition that as long as I played football and tried to date women, I was allowed to live under his roof."
Kurt and Blaine sat in silence for a moment. Kurt was shocked at what Blaine had just told him. Kurt couldn't imagine what he would do if Burt and Carol were the same way. Kurt had the urge to hug Blaine again but was worried it would be too much. Instead, Blaine wanted to change the subject to Kurt, so he asked about Kurt's childhood.
"It's nothing compared to what you've gone through, but-" Blaine cut him off before he could say anything more.
"Just because I've gone through rough things, doesn't make yours any less valid," Blaine said genuinely. Kurt looked at the man in front of him and was in awe. Where did this perfect man come from? And why was he coming to him now? His heart is telling him to fall, fall into Blaine and let him become his world, but his brain is another force.
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