Welcome.! Hah. This is a new MultiFic. I will update once a week. Maybe twice if I get them written in time. C:
Partly why I decided to write this is because a reviewer told me something that bothered me (in some type of way). Not only did I want to prove the reviewer wrong, but I wanted to prove it opposite for myself.
I adore this story and I was beyond excited to start writing. I have the next chapter written and I really, really love it. I hope you guys enjoy reading, honest. One of the reasons I write is to put a smile on someones face. It's honestly a blessing.
P.S The first few chapters are going to be sort of creating the base. So bare with me.
I'll stop rambling and let you proceed. This is the prologue, hope you have fun. Thanks again. *insert huge smiley face*
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SUMMER BEFORE SENIOR YEAR OF COLLEGE.
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Kurt Hummel was drunk.
Not the 'let's hurdle around in our underwear and sing songs loudly' drunk. No. He was the 'hammered like hell' drunk. He could scarcely see his hands let alone the road ahead of him.
He was currently on his way home from the bar: "Little babies." Also known as the sexiest yet most promiscuous gay club in the lower east side of Manhattan. If he weren't so intoxicated he would have probably had an easier time catching a taxi. However seeing as how he was not the least bit sober, it was probably the single most hardest task known to man.
When serendipity finally spoke, he sprang into the car and drunkenly slobbered his own address to the driver. And now we've approached the independent variable: Kurt in a drunk stupor prepared to walk into his shared apartment.
"Sir," said a deafening voice. "Hey, mister," the voice spoke again after not getting a response. Kurt could hear it but didn't burden himself to respond. He stayed where he was, head against the door of a smelly cab, eyes closed.
Five minutes later he started hearing muffled voices outside. Before he knew it, he was falling face first onto the ground. Someone with a terrible taste in shoes had just opened the door on him. He looked up and saw none other than his roommate, Rachel Berry glaring down at him. He probably would have let out a snappy remark if he hadn't felt all the contents of tonight moving upward.
Kurt stood as quickly as his drunken body could handle and began walking fast to the bathroom inside the apartment. He could hear Rachel apologizing to the cabby, knowing she was probably paying for whatever the cost. She was definitely going to chew him out in the morning.
"Kurt Hummel." Rachel was screaming at him. "You stop right now!" She demanded. You could practically hear her hair follicles rising from the anger she felt towards the porcelain man.
Kurt refused to acknowledge her. He needed to get to the bathroom as quickly as possible or he would ruin everything around him.
Just as he approached the bathroom, Rachel stopped in front of him palm out. "Apparently you didn't understand correctly when I yelled stop, Kurt," she said, breathless. Obviously she had worked hard to get there prior to Kurt. "What the hell?" She began. "We had plans. You promised me you'd be there tonight and you threw me down the drain yet again." Her arms were flailing wildly. "Do you know what that makes me look like? Huh? Of course you don't because you-" She didn't get to finish. Kurt's hands flew to his mouth, as if that would help. The vomit erupted and squeezed passed his fingers.
The last thing he remembered before passing out was Rachel panicking and screaming over her vomit-covered dress suit.
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Kurt chugged back his second shot of alcohol as he looked around at the people in the room.
This was a party for Blaine and his casts' opening night on Broadway. The show was called "The Normal Heart" starring Blaine as Felix Turner. It wasn't a musical but it was still Broadway which made Blaine happy.
Kurt was extremely proud of Blaine when he got the phone call. However as the rehearsals went on, it became painfully obvious that Blaine's cast member; Sebastian Smyth who played Ned Weeks; the love interest of Blaine's character, had a very extensive yet very public crush on the man.
Sebastian was never one to hide anything from anyone so, of course he took every chance he could to hit on Blaine, not only in private but also smack dab in Kurt's face. Kurt had tried to tell Blaine about the man's ulterior motives but Blaine would just shake it off with the old "He's harmless" bit and a kiss to the lips.
So now Kurt had to sit and watch Sebastian fawn and drool all over the man he loved, while he sat and drank himself soiled. Every time he looked over and saw Sebastian rest his arm on Blaine's bicep, or watched him speak quietly yet obnoxiously sexual in his ear, Kurt would feel his anger grow. But not towards Sebastian.
Blaine was just letting him get away with it! He'd laugh and play along as if he didn't actually have a boyfriend sitting alone at the bar. It's like Blaine didn't even care that Kurt hated the man. The more Kurt thought about it, the more he started convincing himself that Blaine actually liked the attention Sebastian was giving him, that he liked the advances so he gave in. He knew he was thinking radically but Blaine had let this go on far too long and Kurt felt like he was being cheated out of this relationship. Or the alcohol was clogging his better judgement, either way he didn't feel good.
Kurt turned back to the bar and saw another shot set in front of him. He silently thanked the bar keep with a smile, before throwing back the drink.
"Number three." Kurt heard the voice before he saw the face. When he looked up, a tall man who wore a well-tailored suit that fit his well-shaped body excellently, had seated himself next to Kurt. He had deep green eyes with dirty blonde hair swept back. His smile revealed a perfect set of white teeth. If Kurt were honest with himself, this man looked exactly like the prince charming he dreamed about at ages eight through 14.
Kurt eyed him before speaking. "What?"
The man pointed to his empty shot glass. "Number three," He said, smiling again.
Kurt physically tried not to roll his eyes. "You know, counting someone's alcohol isn't attractive. It just makes them feel like an alcoholic," Kurt spoke, beginning to feel the effects of the three shots.
The stranger chuckled lightly. "Trust me. You look nothing like an alcoholic," he said, eyeing Kurt somewhat seductively.
Kurt let out a breath, understanding why a strange man would approach him like this at a cast party bar. "You're flirting with me," He announced, not really asking the question.
"I am flirting with you," the man said, nodding his head, and smiling again.
Kurt was more than ready to object, to tell the stranger that he had a boyfriend whom he cared for deeply. But before his right mind could do so, he looked over at Blaine and Sebastian again. They were dancing and the look on Sebastian's face could physically make him ill. So he turned back to the man and smiled.
"What's your name?" Kurt asked, opening the can of worms. Two could play that game
"Jack," he said, extending his hand.
Kurt took his hand. "Kurt."
Jack smiled and held his hand a little longer than necessary before releasing it. "So, Kurt. Why is an attractive man like you sitting at the bar all alone," he asked curiously.
Kurt smiled at the cheesy compliment. He glanced over at Blaine again and his face fell noticeably. "Just enjoying the view."
Jack looked over and saw what Kurt had been looking at. He then nodded his head in understanding. "Ahh. You're hot for Blaine huh," he concluded. "I mean everyone is. Did you seem him on that stage?" He laughed. "But I hear he has a boyfriend; which I'm guessing that's him," he said, referring to Sebastian. "So we poor peasant folk have to settle for each other." He chuckled.
Kurt rolled his eyes, letting out a frustrated half grunt. "I'm his boyfriend, Dammit!" He chugged back another shot the bartender had set down for him, quickly.
Jack's mouth fell into a small 'o' shape. "No wonder you're so attractive. Beautiful people sleep with beautiful people."
Kurt let out a small laugh. He liked this guy. "Yeah. That's why I'm sitting at the bar alone," He told him, looking over at Blaine again, torturing himself. Blaine looked up from Sebastian and saw Kurt. He smiled and waved briefly causing Kurt's anger to flare. He leaned over to rest his hand on Jack's wrist seductively. "And that's why you're here." He winked.
Jack's head tilted, slightly confused. He looked over at Blaine and saw him looking at them. Jack's face grew into a wider smile. "You want to make him jealous," he asked, propositioning Kurt.
Kurt knew he was going to regret this, but his anger was stronger than his reason. "How?"
Jack stood and walked up very close to Kurt. He set his hand down on his cheek and looked into his eyes.
Kurt's body was shaking from rage and nerves. He looked at Blaine one last time. There was a look on his face that even Kurt couldn't read. Kurt looked back to Jack and nodded his head, giving him permission.
The kiss was sloppy and wet. It was meaningless but it felt good in Kurt's borderline drunken state. Jack even went as far as sticking his tongue in Kurt's mouth. Kurt wasn't use to kisses like this and he didn't know how to respond but he still kissed back, knowing this would hurt Blaine in way's Blaine hurt him.
When Jack released him, they stayed face-to-face. Kurt's fingers flew to his mouth and he knew that he had just made a regretful mistake.
Kurt looked over at Blaine. He was shaking his head with a sad expression on his face. He began walking to the front exit. Kurt knew Blaine wanted him to follow. Kurt took another shot, before moving towards the exit.
When Kurt reached the entrance, he stepped outside and saw Blaine, his heart felt heavy instantly.
Blaine recognized the presence without direct eyesight. He let out a heavy sigh. "My opening night," he said in barely a whisper. Anger reads in his voice as he repeats: "My opening night on Broadway, Kurt and you had to go and ruin it!"
Kurt was pushing past tipsy right now and apparently didn't care about thinking before he spoke. "Wait, you're mad at me? You're actually mad at me?"
Blaine turned around so quickly, he could have given Kurt whiplash. He was so surprised by what Kurt was asking he let out an exasperated chuckle. "Are you serious? You're asking me that, like you have the right?" Blaine was furious.
Kurt was more angry at himself than anything. But the fact that Blaine was this upset with him after he was just letting Sebastian dry hump him, made Kurt want to hurt Blaine further. "Oh, please. It's not like you didn't do the same thing back there!"
Blaine walked up closer to Kurt, his voice low and withholding. "I did not just have my tongue down some trashy bar stalker's throat, Kurt."
It sounded much worse to Kurt as Blaine said it aloud. "Well," he tired defending. "You were practically fucking Sebastian on the dance floor," he declared, his voice rising. He never spoke like this, only when intoxicated.
Blaine stepped back, shaking his head. "You're drunk," he announced, slowly. Obviously he had smelled the liquor on Kurt's breath. Before Kurt could come up with some excuse, Blaine raised his hand. "The one night that I have been working forward to for over half my life. The one night you and I have been talking about since juniors in high school." He paused, tears filling his eyes. "The one night my dreams actually became a reality," He shook his head. "You go making it about yourself by getting drunk. And not only do you get drunk but you also suck face with someone who isn't me. You cheat on me, on tonight of all nights!" He was crying now. "Did you want my attention, Kurt?" His throat vibrating louder. "You wanted my attention on you?" Blaine's arms were flailing everywhere. "Well here it is. And while you have it, why don't you inform me as to why you would go and whore yourself out for moments we could have at ANY OTHER TIME!"
Kurt's brain was rattled. His plan was to make Blaine hurt as much as he did... I guess I succeeded he thought, shamefully.
Blaine's voice was quiet again, as tears fell from his eyes. "You couldn't have waited a smidgen longer to ruin things, Kurt. Damnit!" Blaine turned away from him, almost visibly shaking.
Kurt stood mute. Before he could even get his boozed up brain to think of anything to say, the last voice he'd ever want to here at a moment like this, came up beside Blaine.
"Hey, Bee." Sebastian said. Obviously he had been eavesdropping on their private conversation. "Everything alright?"
Kurt imagined giant forks stabbing Sebastian in the face! "We are fine," Kurt said through a clenched jaw. "Now if you don't mind, we-"
Blaine interrupted him. "Just stop, Kurt. We are done talking," he stated, his words final. He turned to Sebastian. "Can you give me a ride to a hotel or something?" he asked. He and Kurt had shared a taxi.
"No way, man. You'll stay at my place tonight. My roommate won't mind."
"Whatever, just get me outta here," Blaine said, walking away tired and uninterested.
Sebastian walked Blaine back to his car, turning and smirking at Kurt victoriously. Cheeky bastard.
All Kurt could see was red. He watched them walk away. Blaine wasn't staying at their apartment tonight. Blaine was going to Sebastian's house, Damn him!
He stormed back into the party, heading straight to the bar. He took one last shot before turning to Jack. "Take me home," he said.
Jack sighed slightly. "Look, Kurt. I'm assuming you just got into something with your friend. I think it's best if you just call a cab."
Kurt rolled his eyes and stepped closer to Jack, legs touching. "Take me home," he repeated seductively.
Jack blinked a few times before understating the double meaning. "Oh. Okay," he said breathlessly.
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Kurt woke to a loud voice; Blaine's voice. He couldn't understand what he was saying, but he knew that he was angry. As Kurt became aware, he also grew aware of the events of last night. He violently sat up, instantly regretting it. How much did I drink last night?
Kurt rose from the bed and began walking to the living area. The front door slammed and Blaine stood angrily, fists balled and jaw clenched.
Kurt stepped into view catching Blaine's eye. When Blaine looked at him, he shook his head and began walking towards him. Blaine stopped dead in front of Kurt for a split second. In that second Kurt saw and remembered everything.
He had made one of the biggest mistakes of his life last night. And Blaine had just escorted that mistake out of their apartment.
"Five years..." Blaine whispered. He shook his head and slid around Kurt; actively trying not to touch him.
Kurt spun on his heels and followed.
Blaine was moving fast and steady. He opened the closet and reached for a bag. Kurt's eyes widened and his heart stopped as he saw what Blaine was doing.
"What are you doing," Kurt asked breathlessly, not necessarily wanting an answer.
Blaine began shoving clothes into the bag violently, blatantly ignoring Kurt.
"Blaine please, just..." Kurt was struggling to find the right words. "Just... let's just talk about this." He could see Blaine, physically trying not to cry.
Blaine continued piling clothes into the overnight bag. "I think there's been enough talking, Kurt," he said with a quiet anger, not even looking Kurt in the eye.
Kurt had to do something. He couldn't let this man walk out of their apartment like this. Kurt all but ran up to Blaine and grabbed his face, holding him tightly. "Blaine, please. Don't do this," Kurt practically begged, eyes watered.
Blaine's hands flew to Kurt's, resting on top. Blaine broke. "You brought him into our apartment, Kurt," he sobbed, crying and shaking his head. "How could you...," his voice cracking.
Kurt pulled him closer, looking dead in his eyes. "Blaine, I was drunk and I made a mistake. You have to believe me," Kurt said, meaning every word.
Blaine took a moment before composing himself as much as possible. He squared his shoulders and slowly detached Kurt's hands. "Why should I believe a word you say," he asked.
"Because I love you!" That's all Kurt could give. He loved Blaine, and he wished on everything that he could take back last night. He wanted more than anything to blame it on the alcohol or blame it on Sebastian. But the truth is, it was his own insecurities that set him off. He had screwed this up all on his own and he had no idea how to fix it.
Blaine nodded before turning swiftly to the bathroom. When he came back, he held all the bare essentials in hand, and put them in the bag.
Kurt stepped back, crying heavily. Blaine was about to leave, and Kurt wasn't sure if he was ever going to come back.
Blaine zipped up the bag and threw it over his shoulder.
"Where will you stay," Kurt asked, praying that he didn't hear Sebastian.
Blaine was halfway out the bedroom door way before he turned back to Kurt. "I'll call," he said, his voice a whisper, not sure if he would or not.
Blaine walked to the front door. He had his hand on the handle as he looked back at Kurt. "I didn't stay at Sebastian's last night." Kurt visibly shrunk with guilt. "And I'm not going there now."
Kurt's heart broke at his every word. He moved closer to Blaine, eyes flowing steadily. "Blaine please..." He said one last time.
"You were the only one," Blaine said with a nod, eyes and heart heavy. "Always." A sigh. "I guess you can't say the same for me," he finished, spitefully. He turned away from Kurt and then walked out the door.
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Kurt woke in a sweat. He was sad; dreadfully sad, and he had a raging headache.
It had been a solid three days of him not being cursed with that dream; or memory as that what it actually was. He hasn't seen Blaine since then. It's almost been a month; 21 days exactly. He hasn't heard from him, or spoke to him since either. All he had was a stupid text message from Sam saying Blaine was fine and the awful dreams.
Kurt hated waking from said dream. It was a painfully obvious reminder of what he had done and how badly he had screwed up. Hell, he didn't even know if they were broken up.
He's not excusing his recent behavior but the reason why he had been calling in sick to work every other day and going out clubbing, might have something to do with that current situation.
Kurt sat up, cursing his head for hurting. He reached his phone. 2:48 P.M. "Damn it!" He said aloud. He was late for work, by a good five hours. He decided to dial a number.
"Hello," he asked. A voice answered. "Yes, it's me Kurt. Yes, I am calling in sick. There's this really bad bug thing-" He was cut off. "Ok Isabelle. I will be there tomorrow. I promise." He rolled his eyes at her caring and understanding voice before throwing the phone back down.
Kurt stood and went to the kitchen, praying that his temporary roommate; Rachel, stewed some coffee.
No such luck, to Kurt's surprise. He moved to the living room, speaking loudly. "Rachel, if you're here, I might cut off every bit of your hair and sew them into your stupid animal sweaters for not making me any coffee." When Kurt didn't get a reply he figured she went to rehearsals.
Which is why he almost had a heart attack when he saw five people standing in his living room. Rachel, Sam, Mercedes, Tina, and Blaine.
Kurt came to an abrupt stop, standing across from them. "Tha hell...?" He whispered, slightly frightened. He hadn't seen Blaine in almost a month for obvious reasons. Mercedes hadn't spoken to him since the whole vogue debacle awhile ago. Tina was angry at him for getting her fired, and Sam was "team Blaine all the way". So he was slightly confused as to why the five stood there with different types of disappointed expressions on their faces.
Kurt was slightly happy at the fact that Blaine was standing in their apartment again. He was also afraid of what might come of all this. He's come to end it. I know he has. He had to TRY not to stare directly at him. "What's going on," he asked his friends. "Is this some kind of intervention?"
Rachel was the first to speak. "Kurt, it's 2 o'clock in the evening," she began, shaking her head. "And you're just now waking up."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Come on, Rachel. I had a hard night last night," he explained. He chanced a glance at Blaine before instantly regretting it. The man looked disappointed which in actuality, made Kurt feel shame.
"Kurt, you're drunk all the time, you miss work..." Mercedes started, helping Rachel out.
"And I know for a fact you haven't been turning in any designs." Tina chimed in.
How would Tina know that? Kurt grew angry. He didn't wake up with a raging headache just to have his friend's team up on him. "Please come to a point," He gypped, accusingly.
"We want to help, man." Sam said earnestly.
"This isn't healthy, Kurt. The way you're living is not good for you. We care about you and if you'd just let us help you-" Mercedes was cut off.
Kurt shoulders started to itch with rage. "You came here to help me?" He asked, rhetorically "I haven't spoken to the majority of you in at least two weeks. Now all of a sudden you want to pretend to be my friend." Kurt shook his head. "No." His voice broke slightly. "I didn't ask for your help and I sure as hell don't need it. I am a big boy. I can take care of myself." He tried convincing them but knew it wasn't working. "You guys can't be friends one day and two-faced back stabbers the next." He hadn't meant to call them names, he just felt attacked and didn't know how to defend himself any other way.
Sam spoke again. "Kurt, we never wanted to hurt you. We just-"
Blaine lifted out his hand to stop them all from talking. He had been quiet up til now. Everyone became silent, knowing Blaine could somewhat get through to him.
Blaine walked up to Kurt slowly, face-to-face. Even though he was slightly shorter, Kurt still felt like he was being towered over. Kurt squared his shoulders, ready for the attack. Blaine was the type of person who didn't need to fight – even though he had the hands of John Ceena. He didn't need to threaten you or make you fear him with illiteracy and curse words. No, not Blaine. Blaine could tear you down and make you feel inadequate with just his words. A lot of the time, Kurt was turned on by that fact, however right now, he feared it the most.
Blaine's arms were crossed as he closed in on Kurt. "You are unforgivable," he began slowly. "And I don't say that as a person with a dislike for another person, or someone who wants to hurt your feelings. No," he explained, shaking his head. "I mean it as a general fact; the very definition. You hurt others, with only the intent to hurt them. You hurt your friends. You hurt your family," he paused letting out a heavy sigh before whispering: "You hurt me." He nodded, trying to keep his composure as he continued. "But we put up with it because we love you, because we care about you. However, this," he gestured circles around Kurt. "These games for attention, I care nothing for. That is why I am walking out of that door, fully prepared to never come back," Blaine said, looking dead into Kurt's eyes. Everyone in the room could practically hear Kurt's heart drop. Blaine could see the tears in his eyes but he couldn't let that stop him. "And it's just the beginning. With the choices you've made and the pain you have caused, it is only destined to get worse. I am only the first of many you will push away in your lifetime, to say I am done," He concluded honestly, knowing that it needed to be said. "Look around at the few people in this room and say your goodbyes, because this is it." He shook his head. "Eventually you will have played so many games; too many games and you will be alone. And then you'll look back and realize how unforgivable you actually were."
Blaine stood there for a moment, looking deep into Kurt's tear filled eyes. He had meant every word and he wouldn't take it back. No matter how much Blaine loved Kurt, he had to leave. For not only his health, but also for Kurt's.
So Blaine let out a humorless chuckle, shook his head and whispered: "I'll see ya, Kurt" before walking out of their apartment door for the last time.
As the door shut, Kurt fell to his knees, sobbing violently.
The room went quiet. No one had expected Blaine to say any of that. They watched as their friend sobbed his heart out. They had no idea how to fix him.
He felt heavy hands on his shoulders as he shook. After a long moment, he finally spoke. "Leave," he demanded quietly.
"Kurt, please. Let us help you," Tina said, almost pleading.
Kurt shrugged their arms off and stood. He looked them square in the face. "I want all of you to leave," he began slowly. "And don't come back." And with that, he walked off, and slammed the door to his room.
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