Blaine wasn’t much of a talker, in fact he had always preferred just keeping to himself and staying isolated from most others around him. Well, that wasn’t exactly true, he had been more social during high school, before he met James at least. But back then things were different, he thought he was only into girls while playing baseball and sticking to academics. The first two years of high school hadn’t been too bad, and really the only trouble he had was dealing with family issues…then junior year came along and he was partnered up in Chemistry class with a quiet, delicate new transfer student from Boston. Blaine knew, without even needing to ask or talk about it, that the boy had issues of his own, some internal battle with himself and maybe something even deeper that he couldn’t comprehend from the surface. But it wasn’t the boy that made things difficult for him, if anything he was Blaine’s safe haven, someone to run to when he couldn’t handle home any longer. And when the blonde haired boy finally came around to saying that he was gay…well that’s when everything seemed to go wrong, though it shouldn’t have, if anything things should have steadily gotten better, not exponentially gotten worse. His father couldn’t stand it, knowing he was running around with ‘someone like James’, which made being at home even more difficult as he now had to deal with both bullies from school who were too ignorant to keep their hostile words and brutish hands to themselves and an angry father at home who figured he could beat it - for lack of a better term - out of him.

Blaine dropped his eyes to their hands, letting the thumb to his top hand gently caress Kurt’s before removing it and resting it against his thigh as his bottom hand continued to hold the actor’s tightly. He wasn’t sure why all of a sudden these memories were coming back to him, it wasn’t as if he were trying to remember everything that he had locked away to be forgotten. But maybe, subconsciously at the very least, he knew he needed this…some sort of breakdown in order to open up to someone who he cared for and vice versa so that he could finally move on and not be constantly haunted on a day-to-day basis. Glancing up at the drama major’s comment he wanted to let his curiosity get the better of him, but he felt like now wasn’t the right time, and he had a feeling Kurt would be most likely to push away whatever questions he had so he could focus on Blaine anyways. I’ll get around to asking him. ”I know, but I feel like I want to talk about it, or like I should, you know? Maybe get it off my chest and conscious and whatnot.” He easily returned the small smile, thankful for such a positive simple gesture as he let his eyes fall on the man’s. Though the connection hadn’t lasted long as Kurt asked him a question he wasn’t exactly expecting, even if it was the most obvious one to ask. Blaine was grateful when he met his gaze once more, finding comfort somewhere behind all the concern and hope that it wasn’t true. “Yes, he did. But it was never too bad…for the most part. Usually I could cover it all up with long sleeves, maybe a hoody every now and then. And if it was too obvious then I simply blamed it on baseball or being clumsy…” he said in a slow and careful tone, not wanting to worry Kurt even if he could see the concern clear as day in his eyes.

Kurt didn’t know if it was just the moment or the fact that he was quite possibly more emotionally attached to Blaine than many other people, but he didn’t think he’d ever felt so close to anyone else other than his dad. This for a number of reasons terrified him. Kurt couldn’t remember anyone ever being so sincere towards him, someone who clearly did care about him; he himself felt some odd connection to Blaine which completely confused him. Sure he knew that he’d pretty much inevitably fallen for the polite, kind, gentle, amazing, talented, gorgeous musician he’d met, but there was some deeper emotional level now that he was aware of just how much trust there was between them. There was some unspoken understanding, some unexplainable support system. High school for Kurt had just been completely lonely, as much as his dad was his complete rock, Kurt knew that he wasn’t fully comfortable with the concept of Kurt being gay. He was supportive, amazing in fact but there were moments where he didn’t feel like he could talk to him about it and gain that empathy and sympathy at all. Kurt could feel the twist of the corners of his mouth into a soft smile at the tingle across the back his hand from the contact. He’d never actually had anyone who legitimately cared enough to listen to him and he’d never really been in the position where he wanted to help someone, not because he had to but because he wanted to. He wanted to see Blaine’s real smile, he wanted to see him completely happy, relaxed, less tense, completely light and free of all his troubles and he would do anything for that.

It was incredibly difficult for Kurt to try and surpress his own memories and focus on the task of listening. He was never very good at it. Kurt had grown into someone who didn’t listen because he didn’t want to hear. Most of the time it was insults, slurs, hurtful comments, homophobia and threats which he didn’t want to hear. Most of the time, however, it was excuses. Excuses why one he’d been stupid enough to say three words he’d always regretted saying. He sighed loudly at the recognition of the fact he’d probably said a little too much, biting his lip and glancing down to his knees. He made a mental note to get the suit he was wearing professionally dry cleaned after getting road spray on the lower legs of it and the dust over most of it, despite the fact that it probably wouldn’t be reworn for another month or two. The actor gave a short nod before looking back at Blaine. Really, he should have expected the answer he received. In his mind he knew that this was the case, but hearing Blaine openly admit this was actually leaving Kurt speechless. His breath caught as he tore his gaze away, squeezing his hand quickly. “I’m sorry… No one should have to go through that…” The brunet finally muttered into the air between them, letting out a shaky breath. Leaning against the back of the headrest, Kurt rolled his head to look over to Blaine before pulling a smile onto his lips. “You don’t deserve that at all.” How anyone could hurt Blaine was beyond him, he was too much of a genuinely lovely person to be cruel in any way, especially his father. That thought made him feel nauseous. “Look, lets reschedule Wicked… It’d be nice to just have time to talk but it’s not safe to stay at the side of this road…”