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Shattered Darkness	By : BeyondTheBlade Category: G through L > Glee Views: 7469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shattered Darkness
More bonding time between between Klaine while Kurt is sick. For all my pervy followers out there, this chapter doesn't have a lot of sexiness, but I did include a little something at the end if you like sweetness...
To the rest of you; Enjoy!

As much as he hated to admit it, Blaine was worried about Kurt.
Very worried.
For the last week, the boy had been feeling so miserable he couldn't even get out of bed. His fever had been rising and dropping, but they never let it get too high. At one point his temperature had been 104 and the man had been forced to put the teenager in an ice bath - that had NOT been fun.
Who knew someone so small could be so viscious?
Things hadn't been too bad, over all, not right away. Blaine spent every minute he could by Kurt's side, because the boy was really clingy and emotional when he felt bad, apparently. It was uncomfortable having a sweaty, feverish kid holding you in a death grip while he slept, but he couldn't bring himself to leave.
He did his best to take care of him, he felt responsible for him after all, but after the first couple days he got worse.
Kurt had woken him up one morning when he jumped out of bed, running to the bathroom before getting violently ill. Figuring the nausea was just a side-effect, he had gotten the boy a drink of cold water and helped him get back to sleep.
Then, throughout the day Kurt had started refusing to eat, because he felt so sick and kept vomiting throughout the day. Blaine had managed to convince him to eat something simple - a healthy broth Sushmita had made for him.
Both of them were concerned when he couldn't keep it down.
Antihistamines had helped, slightly. It made eating a little bit more tolerable for him. But the foods had to be relatively easy on his stomach.
At least some of the color had returned to his face and he didn't look quite as "living corpse-like" as he had before, those were Kurt's words, not his.
To his surprise, Kurt actually seemed to want him around specifically. Blaine decided to let Sushmita be the one to keep him company one afternoon, and while she said it went well, she'd been given the impression that he wanted Blaine at his bedside.
So that's where he stayed.

Although Kurt felt that being sick a pain in the ass in general, he found Blaine's presence made it somewhat...tolerable. Most of the time they laid there in silence, with the smaller boy curled up against him. The man often ran his fingers through the teen's hair.
Now, as a general rule, Kurt despised anyone touching his hair. It was HIS after all. But Blaine's actions were rather soothing and he often fell asleep within minutes.
He couldn't deny it, he felt safe with Blaine. At first he tried telling himself it was messed up and insane to feel this way around his kidnapper, his rapist.
But... Blaine hadn't hurt him, or even tried, since that day in the room when he'd had his panic attack. He hadn't really even attempted to touch him. The times after that, Kurt had initiated it. Well, not in the gym, but he hadn't asked Blaine to stop, he had encouraged him, had told him what he wanted, and the man gave it to him.
Still, he felt homesick. Especially when he woke up one evening and Blaine wasn't there. He mentally scolded himself at the momentary panic that seized him.
"Calm down. He probably went to get something to eat..." Kurt told himself. He wasn't feeling too bad at the moment, thankfully. Maybe he was starting to finally get better.
With that in mind, he realized just how stiff he was from lack of movement over the past few days. He needed to stretch his legs really bad, so he got up, carefully, wary that the sudden motion would upset his stomach, and crept out of the bedroom.
It was unusually quiet in the hallways, and it occurred to Kurt that he had yet to really explore the massive building that was the Anderson residence.
Tiptoeing quietly, so as not to wake anyone that might be asleep, he began walking aimlessly through the hallways, trying to remember the way he went so he wouldn't get lost like last time. He didn't dare to open any doors - what if someone saw him and got angry?
Instead he admired the decor silently, tasteful and yet nothing over-the-top, the mix of colors and wood blended together well.
It wasn't until he passed a door that was slightly ajar that he heard any sound other than his own footsteps on the carpet;
Music.
To be honest, music was something Kurt hadn't realized he missed until that moment. Curiously, he stepped close to the door, and peered through it.
The room was huge and beautiful. Big antique bookshelves lined the walls along with white leather couches, the one wall was almost entirely made of glass windows that reflected the night. There, sitting in the middle of the room at a sleek, black grand piano, was Blaine.
He didn't see Kurt, not even when the boy pushed the door open a little more and stepped in. His face was a perfect mask of calm, eyes closed, his fingers dancing so lightly across the keys it looked like he was barely touching it.
But the sound... it had Kurt catching his breath, it was beautiful, sweet... and sad.
He wasn't sure how he could tell, but the song was slow and melancholy, and somehow he knew that it spoke of great pain despite the lack of words. Several minutes passed by, and as it went on, it became deeper, hauntingly so, but still impossibly gentle and soft.
When it was over, Kurt couldn't help himself, he clapped, quietly. Blaine was really good.
The man turned on the bench, his expression slightly startled. When he saw the brunette, his expression flashed with concern and he stood, striding quickly over to him.
"Kurt? Are you alright? Did something happen?" He immediately jumped to conclusions, thinking something was wrong. His worries were apparently confirmed when he saw the tears in the boy's blue eyes.
"No, nothing is wrong."
Now he looked confused, "But... you're crying..." Kurt laughed softly, leaning against the man's chest, "But not because something happened. I woke up and you weren't there, so I came looking... That song was very sad, and you played it so beautifully..."
Relaxing slightly, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, holding him close, "Mm, I suppose. It was one of the first things I composed, so I didn't think-"
Shocked, Kurt turned without breaking the raven-haired man's hold on him, looking up at him, "You wrote that? But, it's so..." he paused, struggling to find the right term.
"Emotional?" Blaine supplied, and Kurt nodded, attempting to wipe the look of awe off of his face.
"Like I was saying, it was an early piece. Adolescence is an emotional time in one's life, after all."
Kurt tried to picture a young, teenaged Blaine sitting in this very room, composing something so utterly painful and deep, and his heart ached a bit.
He hadn't asked about the man's childhood after he explained the reasons behind his unconventional family, it seemed intrusive. But he wondered just how much pain the siblings had gone through to make them all so...cold around other people.
"My mother used to play piano..." Kurt offered softly when Blaine said nothing more, snuggled into the warm embrace. "She gave me lessons when I was young, but after she died I couldn't keep up on my own, so I stopped trying..." He hadn't meant anything by that abrupt admission, but clearly Blaine thought he had, because he gazed down, his hazel eyes burning.
"I could give you lessons, if you want?"
A smile took over his expression by accident, "Really?" Just the offer meant a lot to Kurt. He knew Blaine wouldn't let him leave, he knew too much, and the promise that he wouldn't say anything about his kidnapping wouldn't assure the man, it was a safe assumption, he knew he wouldn't be allowed to go free so easily, but the fact that the man had been out of his way to make Kurt feel even a little more welcome... well, it was a nice feeling.
"Yes." Blaine couldn't help but grin as well, the boy's smile was beautiful and infectious, in the best way. "I think I'd enjoy teaching someone..." "But," he added on silently in his head, "I like spending time with you."
Silence.
The older male looked down, and caught his breath, his whole body seemed frozen for a long time, but in reality it was probably only a few seconds.
Kurt was peering up at him from beneath full lashes, iridescent blue eyes showing a wide range of emotions. His lips were parted slightly, the sound of both of them breathing was all that could be heard.
Unable to resist, Blaine bent his head down, kissing the teenager deeply.
The boy didn't flinch away or jump in surprise, nor did he protest that the contact could make the other sick, because they'd been together constantly over the last few days and if he hadn't gotten it yet he likely wouldn't.
But when Blaine's lips touched his, it seemed to set his whole body alight. Not just lust, though that was certainly there as well, but a different sort of fire. He returned the gesture immediately, stretching up on his toes to kiss his lover more fully on the lips.
Lover?
He didn't have time to analyze the unfamiliar word, because strong, tanned hands cupped his cheeks, and now his face was burning, but this time the fever had nothing to do with it. Kurt curled his long arms around Blaine's neck, his body pressing right against Blaine's, eyes closed as the heat travelled up through the length of his body, and by the time they broke away for air he was breathless, lips tingling.
"Wow." Kurt thought, but thankfully didn't say it out loud. "Uh, that was...nice."
"Indeed." Blaine's voice was slightly thicker than usual, and for just a moment the man's eyes were bright with emotion before his stoic demeanor took over once more.
"Well, uh... I should take you back to bed - you still need rest." He reminded, and Kurt flushed a bit more, because his stupid, hormonal mind had taken the first part of that sentence in a completely different way.
Without another word, Blaine took Kurt's hand in his own, the contact sending electricity up the boy's arm, and led him out of the room.

You can find a Soundcloud link to the song Blaine was playing at the end of my profile (on my regular FF account), if you want to hear what inspired the chapter.
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