#baronfudgener

Blaine had gone to two proms so far, and they never failed to be terrifying.

He shifted on his feet, biting his lip and wringing his hands. Surely Jimmy would understand if Blaine suddenly called him and said he couldn’t go to his prom in North Lima because he was sick? Surely Sam would understand if Blaine called him and said that he was too busy with family obligations so he couldn’t go to the prom that he himself had set up in a few days? Blaine swallowed hard, trying to calm his fast beating heart. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were stinging.

“Blaine?” A tentative voice came from the other side of the door. Jimmy’s voice was soft and questioning. A bit concerned.

Blaine shut his eyes tightly before shaking his head and stealing his fears, opening the door and staring at Jimmy in his smart suit. A pale yellow suit shirt. A golden tie. A black suit. He looked handsome.

And there was Blaine, matching in his light grey suit shirt, silver tie, and black suit.

Yet he couldn’t shake the dread in the pit of his stomach.

But Blaine was a fantastic actor, so he was quite sure his trepidation didn’t show on his face. And yet Jimmy just smiled at him – that brilliant smile of his – and pulled him into a light hug, but one that was tight enough to make Blaine feel safe and the tears maybe fall from his cheeks just a bit. It was a feeling that Blaine had only ever been able to get from Cooper’s hugs, but now… with Jimmy… now with Jimmy he felt almost whole.

He didn’t know what made him feel worse. The fact that he had never really been offered this feeling willingly from anyone but his brother before, or the fact that Kurt was supposed to give him that feeling but never had.

Jimmy’s arms tightened for a brief moment before he pulled away, placing a gentle kiss against Blaine’s cheek, an easy smile on his face as his hands settled on top of Blaine’s waist. “You look wonderful. I feel wonderful. And the night is going to be wonderful.” Jimmy whispered gently, their foreheads falling to rest against one another. Blaine couldn’t help the small quirk of his lips, leaning up on his tip-toes to press a kiss to the corner of Jimmy’s mouth, leaning even closer after a moment and wrapping his arms around Jimmy’s neck to hold him tightly.

Jimmy let out a startled sound before tugging Blaine closer, actually picking him up for a moment and causing the other boy to smile into his neck before planting his feet firmly on the ground. Their hands linked together, Blaine wiping at his cheeks for good measure and walking down the stairs to get their pictures taken.

Erin looked stunning herself, in her pale blue dress and her date, Tyler, was just as stunning himself. He was blushing too. That was a sight for Blaine to see and he couldn’t help a small chuckle as the stuttering boy gave him a quick hug. They posed for pictures, all of them together, Erin and Jimmy together, Erin and Blaine together, Jimmy and Tyler, and Tyler and Blaine. Then the couple pictures. Erin and Tyler being the cute selves and Jimmy and Blaine trying their hardest to out due them.

When they left Jimmy’s father slipped a can of pepper spray into Blaine’s pocket with a knowing look while Jimmy was distracted by his mother.

By the time they are at the North Lima prom in the town’s classiest hotel Blaine’s ready to jump out of his skin. He’s calm and composed on the outside – or at least he thinks he is, but he can’t be so sure since Jimmy keeps sending him these looks like he knows. He heaves a deep breath and takes Jimmy’s hand in his as the taller boy leads them into the hotel. The music can be heard from outside and Erin and Tyler separate from them to go to the dance floor.

Blaine feels almost like a wet blanket as Jimmy and him hang around the perimeter, their hands held tightly together, and Jimmy’s friends wandering over to them every once in a while. “I’m sorry, I’m such a wet blanket, Jim.” Blaine finally gets the courage to speak, leaning back against the gymnasium wall, his head hitting it gently.

And then, suddenly, Jimmy’s crowding around him. His hands are planted firmly against the wall, his eyes intense and his dark red hair handing in his eyes. He’s close enough that the strands of his hair brush against Blaine’s cheeks, close enough that he’s the only thing Blaine can see. “It’s okay.” He whispers softly. “The night isn’t ruined yet.”

Jimmy then leans just a tad closer, tilting his head to the side and sliding their lips together in that perfect ways their always do. There’s a long moment of hesitation on Blaine’s part, full of a gasp and a small twitch of trying to get out of Jimmy’s grip but he gives up easily enough, almost melting into his body. His eyes flutter shut and his hands reach out to hold onto something, one of them closing around the fabric at Jimmy’s waist and another at the hair at the back of his neck.

It’s a slow and sweet kiss until Jimmy loses his balance some and slides his knee between Blaine’s legs.

Then things change and they pulled away from one another their breath coming in pants and their clothes rumpling together. “Wanna get out of here?” Blaine goes for the cheesy line from that movie they had watched the night before. And Jimmy gets it, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth and his eyes crinkling at the corners at the same time his body moves just a little bit closer, his heart speeding up just a tiny bit more.

Jimmy can’t seem to find the words so, instead, he just pulls Blaine by the hand and tugs him out of the hotel ballroom and into the lobby, the two of them trading looks before Jimmy rushes over to the counter and checks them in.

Of course Jimmy thought ahead far enough to get a hotel room.

It takes Blaine a moment to realize what exactly it was that just happened. One moment he’s sitting up in the bleachers with Erin and the next he’s standing on his feet, his hand over his mouth and Erin swearing profusely. It probably wasn’t anything serious, quarterbacks get tackled all the time. Blaine knows that. He’s watched plenty of football games.

And yet Jimmy’s not getting up. He’s just lying there, either completely winded or in pain. Blaine’s eyes narrow in on the guy that tackled him – a strong, bulky boy from some nearby school. He has a sneer on his face and Blaine recognizes the word he mouths instantly. “Fag.” He doesn’t have to hear it to know the biting scorn. He doesn’t have to be close to flinch in insult.

Erin is already running down the stairs and Blaine is quick to follow her, their shoes somehow echoing on the metal stairs of the bleachers. There’s a small circle around Jimmy now, consisting of Jimmy best friend, Danny, their coach, and a few other people. The band had stopped playing and there was a general hum of whispers of speculation that filtered through the crowd.

Tyler, one of Jimmy’s friends and the team water boy, stopped the two of them at the bottom of the steps, his demeanor even more nervous than usual. His eyes were flitting about and his hands were shaking but he held onto both their jackets tightly. “Y-y-you c-can’t go-o do-own the-re.”

Erin brushed off Tyler’s hands with an affronted look, straightening her yellow jacket before striding onto the field anyway. Yet it was when Blaine tried to do the same that Tyler held on tighter and pushed him back against the fence with a strength Blaine hadn’t known he had. “Y-y-y-you can’t.” Tyler stress, his eyes holding something close to sympathy.

Blaine tries to push back again but he knows it’s useless. Jimmy gets lifted up slowly, placed onto a stretcher and off the field. Erin’s by his side, and the coach is just standing there in the middle of the field, his hand over his mouth and the other of his side as he confers with the referees about what happened.

They decided to let the boy that had tackled Jimmy stay on the field.

Blaine has never been more livid.

“Fuck!” And Blaine rarely curses but he figured that this was as good a time as any and he kicks back against the metal railing. Tyler slowly releases him when it becomes obvious that Blaine’s not going to run off onto the field and make not only Jimmy more of a target, but Blaine himself. Tyler’s staring at him with wide, almost fearful eyes, and Blaine would have to remember to apologize to him later but right now? Right now Blaine wants to punch the guy that tackled Jimmy, punch his coach, punch the referee, and punch everyone else just because he’s angry enough. And Blaine knows how dangerous that is so he stomps away.

Blaine makes it into the nurse’s office, although how he finds it is beyond him, and is met by Jimmy’s mother. Diane Marks tried to pull him into a hug, tried to keep him from going into the room but Blaine was pissed and he wasn’t just going to sit around and wait. Not for this. Not for Jimmy. So he pushed passed her with a slightly apologetic look, but mostly one of annoyance, and stepped into the room.

And there he is. There’s Jimmy. Lying on the nurse’s one sterile bed and awake. But he has tear tracks on his face and blood on his shirt and Erin is standing in the corner talking to their father on the phone. Blaine hates blood. He really hates blood. “Blaine?” Jimmy held out a shaking hand in his direction, a whine almost stuck in his throat and Blaine feels the tears build a bit.

This was unfair. Jimmy didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to be treated like a second class citizen in a game that he ruled just because he was gay. Just because he decided that he’d rather be with Blaine than a girl like every other football stereotype.

Blaine swallowed hard, willing himself to ignore the blood and stepped closer, sliding his hand into Jimmy’s and reveling in the heat there, in the strength there, in the weight there.

“I’m okay.” Blaine answers Jimmy’s unasked question and holds Jimmy’s hand up to his lips, pressing a very gentle kiss there.

The nurse makes a disapproving noise and gives them a look. Blaine gives her one back and she quickly turns back to her station, her face flushed.

“Look at this?” Jimmy slurred, staring at Blaine with wonder in his eyes. “My big bad boyfriend is angry.”

“I’m not angry.” Blaine insisted.

“You are angry.” Jimmy squeezed his hand tighter, linking their fingers together. “It’s kind of hot.”

Blaine couldn’t help blushing, because Jimmy’s family was a stern Christian family in the most non-traditional sense and the only time Jimmy had ever said something like that to him was when he wanted to move farther in their relationship.

Blaine wasn’t sure how ethical it would be to do that in a nurse’s office with his sister and the nurse around.

And his mother right outside the door.

That too.

“You kind of have a concussion.” Blaine pointed out, running his unoccupied hand gently through Jimmy’s copper hair. “And you need a haircut.” It was getting rather long but Jimmy just smiled impishly at him.

“I get a haircut when you go a week without gel.”

“Deal.”

Jimmy stared at him for a moment, his eyes overcome with pain and sadness. Hurt. Yes, that’s what it was. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” He whispered, his voice broken.

“Had to see what?” Blaine asked with his eyebrows narrowed together.

“That.” And Blaine knew he was talking about the nasty tackle and the reaction from the referee’s. Of course he knew it.

“That was nothing.” In all honesty, it was nothing compared to the things Blaine had been through. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. “I can deal with it.” He could. Though it was all getting rather hard to deal with, but he was almost done with Ohio. Then he could leave and never come back ever again. “Can you?”

Jimmy didn’t even hesitate to answer. “With you here? I think so.”

A small smile spread across Blaine’s lips. What had he done to deserve Jimmy? After everything that had happened with Kurt….

Jimmy was making that face at him again – the one that said that he wanted Blaine to do something risky. It was the face he had made when they had gone rock climbing that day a month ago and Jimmy had wanted Blaine to come stand on the edge with him. It was that face Jimmy had made when he wanted Blaine to make out with him in a crowded movie theater.

It was a face that Blaine both loved and hated. “Jimmy….”

“Come here.” A gentle tug of Blaine’s hand and a bit of tears in Jimmy’s eyes was all it took for Blaine to give in, ignoring the fact that Erin (though, chances where that she didn’t care in the least), the nurse, and Jimmy’s mother were all close by. Their lips slid together easily, with a practiced ease. Yet the fireworks were still there. Blaine’s heart still jumped into his throat when Jimmy’s hand came around to his neck to hold him in place. Blaine slowly lowered himself onto the bed next to Jimmy’s hip, separating their lips long enough to make himself comfortable.

And then they were kissing again, softly and without a rush. “You make the pain go away.” Jimmy whispered breathlessly, rubbing their noses together and tilting his head to the side, his eyes flicking up to meet Blaine’s before falling shut again. He pulled Blaine closer, smirking at bit at the way Blaine inhaled through his nose sharply, tensing for a moment before relaxing again.

They pulled away after a moment, their foreheads resting comfortably against one another and a peaceful look on Jimmy’s face among the pain.

Diane Marks had chastised the nurse when she had gone to separate them. Erin had left them alone to go great their father. And, besides a mother looking in through the doorway, a fond smile on her face, this moment was theirs. Their safe haven, their thing the look back on when they needed to. Hands linked by Jimmy’s side, Jimmy’s hand resting on Blaine’s cheek, and Blaine’s on his chest, their foreheads pressed close, eyes closed, and noses rubbing together as they breathed the same air.