Disclaimer!: I do not own Glee or any of it's characters!

AN: So, this is just my opinion of what might happen during next weeks Glee. When the teaser played today I literally screamed. And my mom was in the room. She laughed. LAUGHED. I had heard the spoilers from Ryan about "Blaine kissing Rachel" but as all spoilers, I just took them as useless rumors. So...Well played, Ryan Murphy...Well played...


The sun slowly peeked through the dorm room window obnoxiously announcing the start to another day.

Kurt. Felt. Horrible. He had a headache the size of Neverland and his stomach was practicing round-offs. Not to mention the pain that shot through his heart whenever he looked at the figure not-so-gracefully passed out on his bed. Kurt growled to himself thinking about last night. He never should have agreed to go to Rachel Berry's stupid party, it was nothing but a huge DISASTER.

Oh, sure, it had been good at the beginning, but the more people drank the worse it got. Things were broken and people were getting hurt. And, of course, it was all in good fun when a game of "Spin the bottle" was suggested. The bottle went around and around and Kurt found himself spinning with it, giggling the whole time. Then the bottle landed on Rachel. He began to sober up fast. Blaine and Rachel leaned in locking each other in a heated kiss and the pace got faster and faster as the chanting and catcalls around them got louder. Something inside of Kurt snapped even though the good natured smile was kept in place on his face. The partying went on like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, though he had to admit, he had never seen this side of Blaine. Gone was Dapper Blaine Anderson, this drunk Blaine was crazy and carefree. Normally Kurt would have loved it that Blaine was loosening up and having fun, but something about that kiss, something about the way he was so buddy-buddy with Rachel all of a sudden...It rubbed him the wrong way. Blaine had said he was gay. What if he was only half right? They say that when you're drunk you do what you truly desire with no inhibitions. And Blaine could just as easily reached over and kissed Kurt. Did that mean he didn't like Kurt? Didn't want him at all? Kurt had thought that maybe there might have been a little, tiny bit of hope after they went to the coffee shop post-GAP.

A smirk. "Don't they get together in the end?"

Does that mean that Blaine had just led him on again? Or was it just in his head again? And then for the umpteenth time that night anger made it's way through him. Blaine should have known how Kurt felt about him. He did know. And yet Blaine made out with Rachel right in front of Kurt's face without a hint of guilt or regret, and later when Kurt had to practically pry him off Rachel to take him back to the dorm without getting caught, the only thing Blaine had said to him was garbled things about "Good kissers" and "Hair looking like cotton candy." before the senior Warbler had fallen backwards onto Kurt's bed asleep. The countertenor didn't bother to attempt moving him and instead sank down to the floor.

Which is where he had been all night. Kurt hadn't slept a wink enough he was exhausted, hung over and emotionally drained. Tears prickled at his eyes, but he refused to cry. His mind grumbled things at him like "Should have known better." and "Why didn't you give up sooner?" He ignored them as best he could.

Kurt stood up, his muscles stiff and protesting as he stretched them, trying to release some of the tension in his back. Like a magnet his gaze was pulled back to the lump of covers. This was it. It had to be or he would just break his heart all over again. Even though it killed him inside to think it, He was done with Blaine Anderson. Kurt knew he would never stop loving him, but he had to at least try to get over him a little. He knows a lost cause when he sees one.

He didn't notice the soft snores stop, but those green eyes began to flutter open and he had to look away or risk get swept up in them again.

"Ugh, I feel like I got hit by a truck..." Blaine clutched at his head and groaned.

"What a cliché thing to say," Blaine cracked a tiny smile despite the throbbing in his head.

"Pardon the lapse in creative comments. Don't your brains feel like scrambled eggs too?"

"Kinda, Not so much anymore. I've been awake for a while." Blaine attempted to sit up, failed and flopped back down to the pillow. "That was crazy last night! I can't even remember half of it!"

"Lucky you..." Kurt's sour tone made Blaine look up in interest. "Did something go wrong?" Kurt blankly stared at the curly headed boy on his bed.

"What can you remember?"

"I remember we got there...Drinks were passed out...Then Puck passed out. Artie was acting like a pimp...Rachel suggested Spin the bottle and-Oh. Oh..."

"Yeah, Oh." Blaine's face flushed a little bit in his rush to get all the words out. "Kurt I totally didn't mean to-"

"Blaine, It's okay." Kurt forced a laugh. "It was Spin the Bottle. Some one was going to get kissed. No big deal. Though it was a little awkward when I had to drag you away from her at the end of the night..." Blaine's face was now in his hands.

"Kurt, I'm so sor-"

"You don't have to explain to me! I get it. You were drunk and she was pretty. It's not that hard to put two and two together." Kurt was trying desperately to act flippant. In his mind he was not so pleasant.

"No,That's not it! I mean, yeah, I guess it kinda was, but not all of it-"

"Blaine, seriously. I don't care." That shut Blaine up. He looked stunned and just let out a little "Oh,"

"I'm going out for breakfast, you want some?" Blaine just shook his head. "There's some Ibuprofen in my top drawer. You're gunna need it." And just like that Kurt walked out, with no good bye. Once outside of the shut door he sucked a deep breath in, trying to silence his screaming head. His heart ached. Part of him (most of him) wanted to go back into the room to listen and believe whatever excuses Blaine wanted to tell him. But he knew Blaine and he knew that the boy was just trying to be nice. Being nice by lying, He choked on a spiteful laugh, how normal of Blaine.

Pity. It was Blaine's pity that had brought them to be friends anyway. Well, Kurt didn't need his pity anymore. It just hurt.

Kurt slowly began walking down the hallway and a last, single, horrible tear fell down his cheek.


AN2: Don't kill me! I know it's angsty and ridden with confusion on both parts and depression, but I promise all will end well. and I miss Bitch!Kurt, so we're gunna see more of him before this thing is over :D No matter what happens on the next episode Tuesday, I will continue to write this with pretty much the same ending that I foresee now.

Man, with all this depressing stuff I've been writing, I owe you guys some fluff! If you have any suggestions for Fluffy fics I can write (Mostly Klaine, please, but I will consider other pairings if you ask nicely lol) I am soooo open to suggestions and Ideas!

Okay, until the next, Loves! Please review because, come on, We all know Klaine is endgame ;)