Title: Don't tell
Rating (overall): M
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine.
Spoilers: none , AU
Warnings: In future this fic will have mature content
Notes: Hi guys this is one of my firsts fanfics and my native language isn't English, so I am sorry for all the mistakes, but I can't write this in my native language, homosexuality is a crime in my country and let's say that English is not that popular here so the risks are smaller for me if I write in your language. If you notice any mistakes tell me I am working to get my English better! ;-)

Summary: Blaine is a traumatized soldier returning home, he didn't have any prospects or hopes until he meet this angelic boy that will change his life forever.

A/N: I AMM SOOOOORRY! I REALLY AM! I know I let you with that end and then I stop update...Sorry for that, I know most of you hate me and that probably you also gave up of my story, but I have a good excuse, I swear, my beta Krazyangel2003 is MIA, so please girl, if you are reading this send me a note telling me that you are okay, I am worried. So had to ask the lovely Julia to edit this for me, alll aloneee, and it was a lot of work.

But in order to compensate for my absence I have something to you guys! I wrote a one-shot called Turning Tables, that is basically Blaine's back story, showing all this important moments like him discovering that he liked boys unitl , how he dealed with that and why and when he decided join the army.

I hope you didn't had give up of my story. So please let me know that you didn't! T^T

p.s: the reviews will be answered after the chapter

Don't Tell Chapter 14

Delete message?

Yes No

Sarah had a choice to make- she could delete that message and pretend that she hadn't read anything or she could go downstairs and confront her son about it. But that is the thing about Sarah- she was never good with choices.

Still being too young and too insecure about herself, Sarah had to make the first big choice of her life. She was finishing high school and she was forced to choose between James, the only boy that ever looked at her, or her dreams to move to a big city. Sarah ended choosing her high school sweetheart since her whole family approved of him as her future husband and it seemed silly to give it all up for the big city. Sarah was just a small town girl- after all, what were the chances that she would actually succeed in a big city?

Through the years, other choices came, choices that she never thought she would have to deal with, like if she was going to denounce her husband for his abuse, if she was going to keep pretending she was happy in front of other people, if she still would keep fooling herself that James didn't disgust her every time he kissed or even touched her. But of course, that Sarah always chose the easier choices, the ones that wouldn't change the way her parents, the church, or the neighbors saw her and her family.

She converted all the pain of her broken dreams and failed marriage to hopethat she projected in her son. Because Blaine was perfect- he was kind, he was smart and he wasn't like James at all- he would be a good husband and someday he would give Sarah grandchildren.

But now, after years converting her pain and regrets to hopes for her son's future, Sarah was facing another choice, maybe the biggest one in her life. It was a simple yes or no- that was what could bring down the fragile castle of cards that Sara's life had been since she began to make the wrong choices and fool herself, pretending not to see the little details about her son, all those little things that showed that maybe Blaine wasn't exactly the son she thought he was.

If Sarah didn't lie to herself, she would be perfectly capable of pointing out every single occasion when she noticed how Blaine's behavior with his girlfriends was odd. It was almost like he wasn't comfortable around them. His actions towards those girls seemed kind of robotic, always mimicking their moves. There wasn't a single sparkle of spontaneity or passion in those relationships, and Sarah noticed it but she just chose to pretend not to see it, not think about it, fooling herself because "Blaine probably just wasn't good with girls yet," as she thought, and that was a common thing right?

Her son wasn't an abomination for not being good with girls- there are plenty teenagers that weren't skilled in relationships, and her Blaine just needed time: "He would know how to act around women when he found the right girl," Sarah used to say to herself.

But the years passed and the right girl never came; there was Beth that seemed truly lovely, Anne that was beautiful, but none of them made Blaine's eyes shine or sparkle with love or even lust.

He kept saying for his mother's sake that he loved these girls, but his eyes couldn't lie, and if Sarah wasn't too occupied forcing herself to not see that, she would have notice her son's suffering, how sometimes Blaine stole his father's beers or how the boy always found a way to not be at home and the way how things in his room suddenly appeared broken.

On every single occasion where Sarah was about to knock on Blaine's door and ask him what was wrong, she found a choice to be made, a choice very similar to the choice that she was facing now holding Blaine's cell phone. A choice she never was brave enough to make.

The curly haired woman didn't have the strength to even stand anymore- she sat on Blaine's bed, trembling, crying, and thinking about all the things that she would have to face if that message meant what she thought it did. She read and re-read that message thousands of times, looking for a different meaning, a different interpretation of those words, because in that moment Sarah couldn't handle a man saying that he missed her son and couldn't wait to disappear with him. That wouldn't be right, that would make her son one of the abominations that the pastor talked about every Sunday.

Her son would become an abomination and all the hopes and future prospects that she had dreamed would be ruined due to that stupid name written after "From". Why Kurt? Why was the person who sent that to her son not called Sarah, Kristen, or even Mary, like the mother of the savior? No, it has to be Kurt, an obvious male name.

"No! It isn't an obvious male name!" Sarah thought shaking her head. Kurt was probably a just a weird nickname for Kate, Kim, or Katherine. That was the only conceivable explanation that Sarah could think of. She just couldn't believe that her son was gay, he couldn't be gay.

"Mom! Are you coming or not! I am going to eat your share!" Blaine's voice called from downstairs, bringing the short woman back to reality. Standing again, she cleaned her makeup and fixed her dress- she couldn't face Blaine looking like a mess. Grabbing Blaine's cell phone, she went downstairs- she would face her son. Sarah was determined to be brave at least one time in her life.

"Mom what took you so long? I almost ate your part…" Blaine greeted his mother as the curly haired woman entered in the kitchen. He was smiling as he held a triangular sandwich, his fingers smeared with mustard and his eyes warm and innocent. He had the same look that he had when he was a little boy and seeing that look paralyzed Sarah.

There was her little boy, not the soldier or the grow man that received weird messages, there was her only source of happiness and hope. Anxiously, even before Blaine could notice, Sarah pressed the "Yes" button, erasing Kurt's message.

She just couldn't confront Blaine. He was her little boy that loved triangular sandwiches and always smeared his fingers with mustard while eating them. Sarah wasn't ready to ruin that. And the middle aged woman didn't know what would happen if she confronted Blaine, how things would change if she found out something that she wasn't ready to deal with.

Sarah could keep being weak, but she just wanted Blaine to remain her perfect little man that would someday marry a good girl and have his own perfect little boys who would run to her place calling her nanny, even if just for a little while. She wasn't ready to give up the dreams and hopes that gave her strength in the past years.

"Is there something wrong mom? You don't look okay," Blaine asked seeing the way how his mom was staring him with this weird expression on her face for the past several minutes. Coming back to reality, Sarah murmured a "Yes I am fine" and sat in front of her son. And Blaine still asked if she was okay a few more times before noticing his cell phone in her hands.

Forgetting how to breathe properly for several seconds while remembering the messages that he had exchanged with Kurt that afternoon, Blaine panicked. Had Sarah see those messages?

"W-what are you doing with my phone Mom?" The veteran inquired, his voice cracking with anxiety.

"Nothing, I just picked up for you in case someone calls you…" Sarah quipped, fixing her eyes on the sandwiches in front of them- she couldn't face her son and was once again shamefully lying.

"T-thank you," Blaine whispered, sighing, relieved before grabbing his cell phone and putting it in his pocket.

"Blaine, I have a headache so I am just going rest a little okay? You can eat my sandwiches…"

"But mom-"

"I just need to rest a little…" Sarah interrupted her son, not giving him a chance to argue with her and simply left the kitchen.

She just couldn't be around Blaine right now, not after invading his privacy and lying to him like that.

It hurt too much.

Days later…

"Blaine this isn't a safe place…." Kurt said breathlessly, pulling back from a heated kiss. "We should go to another place, you know where there isn't the possibility of people seeing—" he tried to finish his thought but was interrupted by Blaine's lips again

In the few weeks that they had been dating, the veteran discovered quickly that the best way to shut Kurt up was to grab his face in his hands and kiss him senseless.

Sure, Kurt was being reasonable by trying to explain to Blaine that they shouldn't be there, that it could be dangerous to meet in public, but it had been so many days since Blaine had an opportunity like this, to be close to Kurt, to touch him, that he wouldn't listen.

In the past few days, Kurt had been too occupied correcting tests from his students and Sarah had been acting strangely, always finding ways to stop Blaine from leaving home, making occasions like this, when the veteran could finally have his boyfriend in his arms, really rare. They just had some stolen moments, few infrequent occasions when both managed to escape their obligations and run to each other's arms. Nothing had brought Blaine more happiness than those stolen moments with his Kurt; they could be sporadic and short but the veteran basically lived for them. He spent his days thinking when he would be able to feel the rush of heat that went from his mouth to his belly while he kissed Kurt and the fire that spread through his veins every time that he was touched by his boyfriend's long and pale fingers.

It was true that Blaine still didn't know what he was doing most of the time and that he always feared he would screw things up with his own inexperience, but in moments like these, when he was so close with Kurt that he just wanted more, he didn't know exactly what he wanted, but he just wanted.

"For God's sake Blaine, we need to stop making out in the middle of the street!" Kurt hissed, interrupting a kiss that left him out of breath.

"We can't be seen together," Kurt murmured, looking down as he pushed Blaine away. There was nothing that Kurt wished more than be able to be with Blaine openly, just like any of straight couple could, without have to hide, fearing violence, hate, and prejudice.

"You're right…" Blaine whined, seeming upset- he had never received prejudice or hate glares; after all, everyone in that stupid town thought he still was the brave and straight veteran, but he already had seen the way some people looked at Kurt. All that prejudiced and sometimes even disgust that he could see in those people's eyes hurt him. No one should look at Kurt like that- he was amazing and gorgeous nothing less than them.

"I just miss you so much," Blaine confessed, closing the distance that his boyfriend imposed between them by wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist and supporting his head on his shoulder.

Sometimes, Blaine just wanted run away with Kurt to a place where they could be together and no one judged them for kissing or hugging in public.

"I missed you too, you have no idea how much," Kurt assured him. God, he really had missed Blaine, in every minute, hour, every lonely night in the past few weeks he missed the veteran, his musky smell, his olive toned skin, his tone of voice, his lips, everything.

Phone calls and messages weren't enough anymore. It was becoming almost physically painful for Kurt to be apart from Blaine, especially since they couldn't just go out for dates like normal couples would. The veteran still hadn't come out to his family and they couldn't risk anyone seeing them together. And even it hurt him admit it and it annoyed Blaine when he did, Kurt was known as the "small town fag" and being seen with him, even if it was just doing something simple as talking, could bring problems to the hazel eyed man.

"Well… It is dark here… Can we just have a last kiss?" Blaine pleaded. "Before we go to Santana's party and have to wait until everyone get drunk enough to not miss us?"

"Blaine, I know it's dark but people can see us…" Kurt said, trying to be rational and fighting against the urge to agree with Blaine, risking everything just to kiss him in the dark street.

"Just a tiny peck?" Blaine begged with a small voice and puppy eyes before he began to lean slowly in Kurt's direction with his gaze fixed on the pale man's pink lips.

As Blaine leaned in his direction, Kurt lost the fight against his primal instincts. He just couldn't say no to his boyfriend, since Blaine had gotten more confident about his own skills and begun to initiate more kisses, trying to discover what Kurt liked or not, the young teacher lost his ability to maintain coherent thoughts around the veteran and always ended just giving in and just melting in Blaine's arms.

And those puppy eyes? How he was supposed to say no to those puppy eyes!

Giving up and reciprocating Blaine's "tiny peck," Kurt melted. And as expected, soon the "tiny peck" became another passionate kiss full of tongue and teeth as Blaine brought his mouth down in a steamy way, his tongue diving right in to lock warm around Kurt's.

They stood there supported in Blaine's caress, kissing and enjoying each other's warmth for what seemed to be an eternity, but soon as Kurt began to feel a familiar heat taking his body as the blood began to run in the opposite direction of his brain, reality hit him. They still were in public, no matter how dark the night was or how hidden they were behind Blaine's car- anyone could walk by at any moment, making all the improper thoughts that began to cross Kurt's mind potentially dangerous for both of them.

And that was the reason why Kurt wasn't letting the sudden urge that was overtaking him shove Blaine against that car and get close as they physically could be. He couldn't do something like that here, or anywhere in public, no matter how much they wanted to- he had to stop what they were doing before something happened.

Trying to push Blaine away and at same time not really trying, Kurt touched Blaine hipbone trying to shove him, but that didn't exactly end as planned once that his hand accidently slipped under Blaine's t-shirt, his thumb running over the definition of the veteran's abdomen, feeling his warm olive toned skin under his palms.

Blaine gasped with the sudden contact, surprised with Kurt's action- they never had transposed that boundary of touching each other under their clothes, especially not in a public situation. Not that he didn't enjoy it though, he really did, and that actually that even gave the veteran some interesting ideas.

But before Blaine could put into practice any of his interesting ideas, Kurt finally managed to come back to his senses, and felt Blaine gasp in his mouth.

"We have to go," the young teacher huskily said as his eyes glowed in a way that Blaine had never seen before.

"O-okay," Blaine whispered, lost in those blue pools of crystalline blue staring at him. He could touch Kurt under his shirt another time.

"And don't forget to stop by a liquor store," Kurt said, entering Blaine's car.

"Liquor store?" Blaine inquired taking his place in the driver's seat and furrowing his eyebrows in a confused look.

"Yep. I will get the people in Santana's party drunk enough so we can get some time together even if I had to forcibly stuff alcohol down their throats..." Kurt said, seeming dead serious and making Blaine giggle a little.

Blaine had the feeling that this party would be really interesting.

TBC...

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