A/N: Hello again my dear friends. Here is another attempt of being versatile in writing styles and trying to write an interesting story that hopefully is liked. Well. I try. Let me know what you think about it. This will be a changing POV between Kurt and Blaine. Maybe I'll add other persons in further chapters. Not sure yet. This is a WIP and right now I have completed 9 chapters. They are short so I will update 2 chapters a week. I hope you'll enjoy this one. Oh and if you read "What I need most is Love" please don't be mad. I don't abandon the story but the muse left me for a while. I'll try to get the next chapters done ASAP. And now, enjoy "Competition of Love"

Kurt

The sun is shining straight into my face as I gain consciousness this morning when I wake up. I arch my right arm over to the other bedside to find it empty and cold. Right. There is no warm body lying next to me anymore. Felix dumped me last week because I only care about my upcoming competition. That's at least his opinion. Well, I can't say that he's totally wrong about this but I just hoped that he would support me, especially now that the competition is getting closer and closer and I dread to go back to Ohio of all places.

When I think about the last time I set foot on Ohio ground I grow sad. Dad and I parted on good terms, of course. We love each other with all our hearts, but after graduating from high school, I swore to never go back there. Dad and Carole visited me in New York as often as they could but Dad is a workaholic and the last time we saw each other was 12 months ago.

And now, the probably most important swimming competition of my career so far is being held in Columbus, Ohio. Great. My heart starts pounding rapidly and I feel an anxiety attack coming. I throw my legs out of the bed and drink a long gulp from the glass of water which is conveniently placed on my nightstand. I go through my breathing exercises and become calmer each minute.

I sigh dramatically when I'm back in control of my own body and drag my half naked self towards the bathroom. Alexander, my tabby cat, follows me and jumps onto the closed lid of the toilet to watch me judgmentally. He's hungry. Of course. He's always hungry and very demanding too, my little prince. Felix and Alexander didn't really like each other and I still haven't figured out why. Well, it doesn't matter anymore.

I get rid of my underwear and turn on the shower. When I look at myself in the body length mirror, I have to admit that I look nothing like my pubescent self back in high school. I was a chubby child, then a lanky teenager and now I am a toned and - dare I say it - well built 23 year old man. As soon as I obsessively started to work out and swim at the age of 18, I was very much aware of the stares of my fellow gay teammates or just gay guys in general. I was shy back then. It took me a year to be comfortable to start dating but as I started, I grew bolder and I had my fair share of boyfriends since.

Mark was the first. My first everything. My first real kiss, my first attempt of shyly groping and tentative search for a sliver of warm, naked skin. And everything beyond. Mark was a really sweet guy but unfortunately he changed his major in college and transferred to another state. We parted amicably though after about 7 months.

The next one was Justin. Swimmer and teammate. We had a very short but very hot relationship. Wow, I might still blush thinking of all the things we've done. There were no real feelings involved though, that's why we broke it off after 2 months. We still see each other randomly in the swimming pool.

Greg was such a mistake when I think about it clearly. Oh gosh. He was about 8 years older than me and he wanted to marry and have kids. Preferably very soon. Although he was very clear of that from the beginning, I still started dating him. I broke his heart. I still feel bad about that.

Then there was Richard. This relationship was doomed from the start. I was just a rebound for him. Well, at least the sex was great.

And then came Felix. Dapper, cute, sweet, gorgeous, attentive Felix. He showered me in flowers, dinners, coffee, kisses and feelings. I really had a good feeling about him. But in the last couple of months he grew more and more distant. Went out with his friends, came home drunk and accused me of being selfish and bitchy all the time. Let's just say we grew apart. Neither of us wanted that but that's life I guess.

I come back from my flashback and step into the shower. Alexander has left the bathroom already with an accusative meow. He's probably waiting in the kitchen.

After a short but hot shower, I dress casually and stroll into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Alex and myself when my phone rings.

"Hi Dad!"

"Hey kiddo. I little birdie told me that you'll come to Ohio in 2 weeks. Care to tell me why I had to hear that from Finn and not from you?"

I sigh into the phone and sit back down at the kitchen table.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I was going to call you this week."

My Dad hums on the other end. "Hey. I know how much you hate it here but I was at least hoping that I could come see you in Columbus at Nationals. If you want me to stay away, I will though."

"No! God no. Of course I want you to come see me. Actually I was thinking to come back home for a couple of days after the competition. Would that be alright with you and Carole?"

"Kurt. You know that you are welcome home any time, kid. Is Felix coming with you?"

"Erm no. We broke up and he moved out already."

"I'm sorry, Kurt."

"No, it's okay, Dad. Our relationship wasn't the best in the last couple of months and it was bound to happen at some point. We just grew apart and our interests may have clashed from the beginning."

"I'm still sorry, son. Can you manage the rent by yourself? Do you need help?"

"Thank you, Dad. But no, thank you. I can manage alright. I pay the rent with my income from being one of Vogue's part-time models. That is actually a quite lucrative job. Nothing I'd do full-time but it covers the costs so I don't complain.

Listen, Dad. I have to get ready for the pool. Many many trainings ahead before the Nationals. I'll call you sometime next week, okay? We'll talk about the stay and everything else. Give Carole a kiss."

"Alright, buddy. Stay safe. We talk next week. Enjoy being all pruny. Take care."

"Haha. Thanks, Dad. See you in two weeks. Bye."

I throw my phone on the table and let out a loud groan as I hide my head in my hands. Alexander jumps on the table and rubs his head against my head, purring loudly. The guy always knows how to comfort me. I peak through my fingers and Alex blinks at me several times before I start petting his head.

Alright. I need to stop being dramatic and get ready for a little swim. Hard work ahead of me...