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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
Okay, after that mess of a last chapter, I think this one will be a bit more calm. You'll finally get to meet the future ally of Kurt's that I'd been meaning to introduce for awhile now.
I own nothing but the OC!

When Kurt opened his eyes in the morning, he wasn't surprised to find himself snuggled into Blaine's warm embrace. It was actually kind of nice.
However, as he sat up, wondering vaguely where the fingerprint-shaped bruises on his arms came from, and why he was naked, he was suddenly struck with the memories of what happened last night.
Oh God. His face immediately burned a deep shade of scarlet, recalling how he had come onto the other man, begging him to fuck him.
Well, he was never going to live that down. He sort of wanted to hide underneath the blankets until he died, but he felt kind of disgusting, so he pushed them off and stood up, feeling a light aching throughout his body from the events of last night.
He was extremely embarrassed about that, no matter how...enjoyable it had been.
Shaking his head at what a mess he'd become in just a couple of weeks, he headed into the bathroom to take a much needed shower.

After he'd finished scrubbing himself clean from top to bottom and managing to tame his unruly hair, Kurt stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped up in a ridiculously fluffy towel, and saw that Blaine was gone.
Shrugging off a lost feeling, he tried to figure out what he was going to wear, and spotted the man's dresser across the room. He'd have to ask Blaine if there was a way to get some clothes of his own here, but until then the raven-haired male would just have to deal with a teenager stealing his things.
Dropping the towel, he walked over and startled going through it, looking for something that might fit. His jeans would never stay up on him, so he ended up grabbing a pair of his sweatpants and a dark blue hoodie, which was ridiculously oversized, but rather comfortable.
Oh well, it was early and it wasn't like he planned on going anywhere today.
Only when he walked past the mirror did he notice the red-printed words on it that read "DALTON ACADEMY". The style was older, like from a few years ago, and it hadn't been worn in a while considering it had been tucked in the back of his bottom drawer.
But why did that name sound so familiar?
Deciding he could always question Blaine on it later, he listened to his own stomach growling, flushing even though he was alone, and headed off to the kitchen.

It wasn't Kurt's first time being in the kitchen - he'd never gone there without Blaine due to being afraid of running into Drew again - and he was still stunned by how massive it was every time he saw it, even a five-star chef would be jealous of it.
Like most of the mansion the Andersons apparently owned, it had dark oak wood floors, but the walls were a creamy white. The counters were made of dark hardwood with marble tops that matched the walls. All of the appliances were all modern and stainless steel, not to mention high tech. It had dark blue shades that contrasted nicely with the big stained wood table and chairs.
Only one thing was different from the other times, because someone else was here who he'd never seen before.
It was a woman, a little older than him, about eighteen. She appeared to be making something, what though, he wasn't sure.
"Um...hi?"
She turned around with a smile on her face, "Good morning to you."
Kurt was a bit surprised by her, and not because of the accent in her voice. She was wearing a strange but lovely expensive-looking silk blouse with a floral pattern, which seemed mismatched with the blue jeans she had on, plus she wore an apron as well.
She had dark, straight chocolate brown hair that went a little past her shoulders, and bright piercing golden-hazel eyes, her complexion mocha-colored. She had lines around her mouth that made it clear she was a happy person that smiled frequently.
He supposed she was beautiful...for a girl.
"Are you hungry?"
"Uh-"
She didn't even wait for him to answer, "Of course you are, that is why you are in the kitchen, I will make something good, okay? Sit down, do you like tea or coffee?"
"Coffee." He responded, a little bewildered as he sat down at the table.
"What is your name?" she asked without turning back around to face him.
"...Kurt." He told her softly.
This time she did glance back, and smiled, "Very nice to meet you, I am Sushmita."
Unsure how to talk to this person, or who she even was, he tried a friendly approach, "That's a nice name. Do you live here?" he was attempted to ask 'too'. but decided against it, since it wasn't like this place was his home or anything.
"I do. I live here with my fiancÃ©."
"Oh." Kurt blinked in surprised, "Who is it?" With her soft accent he couldn't tell if she had pronounced it with that extra 'e' or not.
"His name is Cooper Anderson."
Kurt stiffened slightly at the name. Blaine's brother. He didn't like him, which probably wasn't fair, since he hadn't acted any more cold than Blaine had when he first met the two, but until he had a chance to judge his character properly, he didn't trust him.
There was also the fact that he was confused why the girl seemed so happy. She looked way too young to be engaged, had he kidnapped her as a slave?
"And...Cooper, he makes you...work?"
"Oh!" She turned, looking startled by the question, "No, of course not. How silly! I work because I enjoy it. Cooking, sewing, tidying, very relaxing to do."
That sounded familiar...
Sitting in silence for the next ten minutes, Kurt waited at her insistance, until she brought over two cups - one with coffee, the other tea, and a plate of fragrant blueberry pancakes.
"It looks delicious." He told her kindly, watching the way her face lit up. He took a bite and nearly groaned happily. "How long have you lived here?"
"Just the last few months." Sushmita watched as he sipped the coffee, "You are new here, yes?"
That was putting it nicely. "Uh, yeah, I am."
"You are Master Blaine's new prÄ“mÄ«, yes?"
What had she just said? "Pardon me?"
She smiled sheepishly, "My apologies. I mean lover. That is the word, yes?"
Kurt felt his face get hot, "I suppose..." Was that what they were? He wasn't even sure what was going on between he and Blaine at the moment.
"You seem unsure." She noticed, "Do you love him?"
Kurt's eyes widened, and he nearly choked on his food. "What? Love? I-I... no, of course not, I barely know him."
Her shoulders slumped slightly, and she looked disappointed. "I see. That is unfortunate."
"Why's that?"
"Because I have no him for couple of years now, and he always seemed so lonely. Everyone needs happiness. I was hoping..." she trailed off, and smiled again at him, "Well, no worries. Plenty of time for feelings to grow." She changed the subject after that - asking Kurt more about himself, and about things that he enjoyed. He, in turn, questioned her about where she was from, and found out she had been raised in Darjeeling, a city in West Bengal, which was located in Eastern India.
Surprisingly, it was kind of nice talking to her. She was sweet and kind, and not intimidating like the others that he'd interacted with so far. He doubted he had ever made a connection with someone as quickly as he did with her.
The topics ranged from fashion, to pop culture, to baking and even shopping.
It might be fun to have her as a friend while he was here. It did get kind of lonely just having one person to talk to, at least so far it had been.
They sat in the kitchen, talking long after breakfast, and a couple of hours passed by without them noticing.
When Sushmita told him she had to go and tidy up, he stood as well, "It was nice talking to you."
"Indeed! We should speak together of our cultures again soon, agreed?"
A smile appeared on his face, "I'd like that." To his surprise, she stepped forward and hugged him, patting his shoulder affectionately, like they were old friends.
Before she left, he asked her if she knew where Blaine might be now, since it was already almost noon.
She had to think about it for a moment, "Most likely in gym, eastern corridor, big doors. He goes there often."
"Thanks, Sush." The nickname rolled off of his tongue without him even realizing it, but when she heard it, she beamed, apparently approving of it, before heading out of the kitchen once they'd washed the dishes.
Then, Kurt went off to find Blaine.

Short chapter, I know, but this one was just meant to be a filler of sorts. I thought Kurt could use a friend, so you'll probably see her later on.
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