Cameron
"Well, hello there," a voice purred. "I think I would have seen you around here before."
Kurt turned blushing as a tall impeccibly dressed boy walked up to his table at Starbucks.
"Now, what is a handsome thing such as yourself doing sitting by himself?" The boy took the seat accross from the table.
"I, I..." was all Kurt could get out before Blaine approached the table.
"They were all out of those peppermint scones that you like so I got you a chocolate cookie instead."
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't realize you had a boyfriend," said the boy as he started to stand up.
"He's just a friend!" Kurt hurredly spit the words out. Blaine couldn't like him that way. Didn't need to know that his new friend was totally in love with him. He was just being nice. Being nice was not flirting.
As Kurt was fumbling for the right words to say, Blaine hid the hurt look that formed on his face with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
The boy sat back down and said, "then my name is Cameron and I would love to take you out to dinner sometime."
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Kurt was wined, dined and presented with a plethora of gifts that would make a Greek Goddess envious. No expense was too small and no whimsy unfulfilled. It was wonderful and it was distracting. But in a good way. You know, when you were (are) kind of in love with someone else who so obviously doesn't love you back. Well, not in the way that matters at least. Someone who you see all the time but need help forgetting.
All Blaine could do was watch his world start to fracture.
Blaine knew that it wouldn't last. Couldn't last. Kurt may be blinded by the stars in his eyes but it was all too clear to an outsider. The boy was no good.
Sure, Cameron was the perfect gentleman. He opened doors, showed up with flowers, and complemented Kurt's wardrobe with such a knowledge of designers that what fashionista wouldn't swoon?
It was all a facade.
He hid it all behind money and words.
Leaving Kurt tucked into a hidden booth at a club while he searched for a little something on the side.
Disappearing for too long during intermission at a dinner theater to hook up with a cast member.
It was when Kurt walked into the bathroom of the restaurant they were dining at and stumbled into what could only be described as softcore porn, that the world went icy clear. Cameron had his eyes closed, head tilted back against the tile, pants around his ankles. The attractive busboy was on his knees, busy.
All he could do was turn and escape the bitter truth. He doesn't know how but he ends up outside Blaine's door.
No questions are asked but it's obvious Blaine knows what happened as Kurt is swept up into an embrace. All he can do is cry and snuggle deeper into that warm chest.
"I don't know what happened. I wanted things to go so well that I didn't see what was happening."
"You will find someone who will love you for you. He will be your prince on a white horse and will need you as much as you need him," was Blaine's reply.
But what, Kurt thought, if I need you. Why are you everything that I want my prince to be.