A/N: So this story came about around 2am yesterday when we were singing Harry Freakin Potter…I'm Brindle and I will be writing the odd chapters, and my friend Meaghan will be writing the even chapters. It is Niff and Klaine!
We do have twitters! Meaghan's is ProudOfDCriss and mine is SoryLuvnKlainer, so follow us if you'd like! Now on with the story!
Kurt collapsed onto his bed, heaving a sigh into his light, feather filled pillow. It'd been a long day; a long, tiring, heart wrenching, day. It was three days before Valentine's Day, and he had just 'happily' helped his love interest serenade the blonde haired hipster behind the counters of Gap.
It wasn't the best move in the play book, but what choices had he had? He couldn't have said no, it meant far too much to Blaine for him not to be there and support him; plus, he didn't think he would have had the guts to say no in the first place. It was a losing situation for him either way. Glancing at the bright blue clock that hung on the wall, Kurt groaned as he pushed himself, reluctantly, off of the mattress.
It was five thirty-eight and he was due at a Warbler's meeting in six minutes flat. In all honesty, he didn't want to go. He didn't want to see the smile that spread to Blaine's eyes, knowing it was because of Jeremiah. He didn't want to sit through Wes and David arguing about something as silly as what they were going to wear at Sectionals, he didn't want to watch the loving glances that Nick would throw at Jeff when he wasn't looking, he just didn't. He locked the dorm room's door, clicking his heels against one another as he made his way down the abandoned hallway, climbing down the steps as slowly as he could manage without making himself late. The door to the conference room was open, revealing a rather depressed group of teenage boys. Kurt cocked his head to the side, emerging into the room with sad eyes looking up at him from various people. Blaine sat in the midst of all of them, hands covering his eyes as he was hunched over seeming to shake with violent sobs. He knelt down in front of him, not even noticing the all but too knowing glances from a few of his fellow Warblers, placing a hand on Blaine's knee. The curly haired boy looked up slightly, giving Kurt a view of his red ringed hazel eyes that fled with numerous crystal tears.
"What happened?" Kurt whispered, genuine concern flooded his voice, suddenly lacing it with a heavy seriousness. He didn't need an answer to know what happened, but he found himself needing to make sure that he wasn't just assuming anything.
Blaine's voice dripped with hatred as he sat straight, looking him dead in the eye. "Rejection." With that one word came a flood of new waterfalls, one that made Kurt's heart clench. He hated when Blaine had those sad puppy dog eyes, ones that seemed like there was nothing but sorrow in the world…he had to do something…anything, to make him feel better. Grasping his hand, Kurt pulled him off of the long black couch he was sitting on and walked towards the door, not listening to the confused and irritated voices that fled the doorway behind them. "Kurt, where are we going?" Blaine asked, not seeming to care. He rolled his eyes, smirking at his friend. Even when he was moping and not wanting to do anything but hide away in a dark room, that spark of curiousness was still shining through.
"You'll see," Kurt said, pushing through the large front doors of the school.