"You're not seriously wearing that are you?"
Blaine blushed a bit, first out of embarrassment as his boyfriend once more criticized his fashion sense and then out of anger. "Seriously, Kurt. I am. I happen to like this shirt."
Kurt scoffed. "Well, I suppose it is a step up from that monstrosity last week. But really, you leave a lot to be desired with your outfits." Kurt gave Blaine a condescending look as he flicked his hair back.
They had had variants of this conversation every time they went out since Blaine's transfer to McKinley. And Blaine was done.
"Ok Kurt. We need to talk." And with those foreboding words, Blaine grabbed Kurt by his upper arm and brought him upstairs to his room.
Kurt pulled his arm a bit, not really sure what to think. He always made a comment about people's fashion and Blaine had never said anything before. But he didn't put a real effort into pulling out of Blaine's grip. If Kurt was being honest with himself, he found it kind of hot. Still, the 'we need to talk' lingered in his mind and anxiety pooled in his stomach as he considered how the conversation might go.
Blaine just tightened his grip a bit when Kurt pulled and continued up the stairs. Reaching his room, he gave Kurt a slight shove in before shutting the door. No one was going to come in as both Kurt's parents were away for the week on business in Washington and Finn was supposed to be spending the weekend with Puck but habit made him shut the door.
Walking over to Kurt, he grabbed his shoulders and pushed him into a sitting position on the bed. "Stay. We need to talk about your fashion criticisms."
Kurt, a little out of breath at the slight shoves, gave Blaine a look. "I'm not a dog Blaine. You can't just order me to sit and stay like a good boy."
Blaine loomed over Kurt, glaring back at him. He crossed his arms and started to lecture.
"Oh you are most certainly not a dog, nor are you a good boy. Kurt, you have been getting progressively meaner since you transferred back to McKinley and since I transferred, you have been making biting comments to me. It needs to stop."
Kurt flushed a bit as the 'good boy' comment got flung back in his face and Blaine lectured him. Truth was, Kurt was kind of ashamed of how he had been talking to Blaine. He looked down at his lap for a second. However, Kurt's pride flared up when Blaine told him what to do.
"It needs to stop? Who are you to tell me how to act and speak? Last I checked, I still had a right to free speech." Kurt said in a snide voice, glaring back up at Blaine.
Blaine caught the quick glance down and knew he was making an impression. He went in for the kill. "I am your boyfriend Kurt. And I love you. But when you make mean comments to me, it hurts our relationship. And it makes you no better than some of those jocks at school who call us names and make fun of us."
Kurt had stopped glaring and was now looking steadily at the ground as he felt Blaine continue staring down at him, only feeling embarrassment and not anger. Blaine continued.
"I want better for you and for us. But when you make some of your infamous comments to me or your friends, you make it difficult. Shoving down those who support us is not good for us. And it has been so much worse lately. Do you see the effect you have on Rachel when you made fun of that sweater? Or how about Mercedes when you made some comment about her new shoes? It isn't right Kurt and quite frankly, I'm ashamed to be seen with you when you are constantly belittling those around us."
By this point, Kurt's cheeks were burning bright in embarrassment and his eyes were filled with tears. At hearing that Blaine was ashamed of him, he drew in a choked breath and a few tears started escaping.
Blaine reached down and thumbed away a tear before grabbing Kurt's chin and raising his face so they could see eye to eye.
"I won't put up with it anymore and you need to decide which you would rather have. Your 'freedom of speech' or me. Let me know when you make your decision." Blaine finished speaking, placed a quick kiss on Kurt's lips, and left.
Kurt sat in shock for a few minutes before the tears started flowing freely and he crawled under his covers and continued crying. He had a lot to think about.