So here is the first chapter of my new story The One That Got Away. It might seem a little M in the beginning but I promise it's not! It also may seem like a STD fic, but again, I'm not going down that road. Oh and my final promise is that though very angsty, this is a happy Klaine FIC. I'm really excited so please READ REVIEW AND ALERT! :) Thanks and enjoy!
ONE LAST THING- In this Gleeniverse, Rachel and Kurt got into NYADA and Finn is going to some college in Ohio.(I don't really care what he's doing, I just didn't want him to be in N.Y with them) Mike is at some dance school that's near enough so he can visit often.
"Mmmmm," a voice murmured into Kurt's ear, causing his eyes to fly open. "Morning, dollface,"
Thin, bony fingers crawled up his pale thigh, reaching for his groin.
Kurt let his eyes close, swallowing the bile rising in his throat.
"You like that, Baby?" the wiry man groaned, straddling the countertenor. His eye sprang open.
He couldn't place the face before him. He was tan, with bleach blonde hair and gray eyes, blackened with excitement. He didn't know his name or anything else about him, but judging from their state of undress, they had gotten to know each other real well the night before.
The night before... Kurt couldn't remember a single thing. He recalled walking out of the microscopic apartment Rachel and him shared, arguing with her about him ditching "Roomie Karoke Night". He remembered flashing his fake i.d at a large bodyguard and booming music. But nothing about this stranger.
As the boy's sloppy kisses dropped lower, Kurt pushed him off in one swoop, looking around for his clothes.
"Oh come on babe, you weren't like that last night!" the Ken-esque man complained.
"Yah well last night I was wasted. I would've done that with any idiot who'd laid down," Kurt snapped, yanking on his jeans. The boy laughed without humor, running a hand through his hair.
"Oh I see, you're one of those..."
Kurt rolled his eyes.
"A slut? Yah, lil bit," he muttered.
"No- I mean yah, but you're a certain type. You're the 'my first love swiped my V card and then we broke up and now I pretend to think sex is meaningless fun because since he let me go obviously taking my virginity meant nothing to him'."
Kurt froze, anger swelling up inside him.
He was my first dad. He was my first and he dumped me.
Shaking his head manically, the pale diva buttoned up his striped blouse.
"You know nothing about me,"
The blonde took a step forward, staring Kurt in the eye.
"Oh but I do... You don't know my name and you don't even remember last night but hey, at least you got to forget about him for a while,"
Blaine
Kurt shook with anger. He had forgotten that name. He had completly wiped it from his mind till now. He had resorted to pronouns like "he" and "That Warbler". He had stopped himself from thinking of him and therefore had numbed the pain that held his heart prisoner every time that name slipped into his mind.
Kurt stalked torwards the door. He suddenly looked back, glaring.
"What about you?" he snarled.
"What kind of whore are you?"
The still-nude boy was laying across the bed lazily, legs crossed. He smirked, raising his eyebrows.
"Daddy issues,"
Kurt's eyes narrowed and he walked out of the apartment.
A few glances at street signs told him where he was and he sighed. He really needed to try to limit his one-night-stands to men within a one-mile radius of his closet of a apartment.
As Kurt began his long walk home, memories that he had spent the summer forgetting resurfaced with vengeance.
I'm sorry, I just don't think I can do long-distance. We need to end things before we both get hurt.
Before we get hurt? Before? Too damn late Anderson! Too damn late.
And then the tears had come. And Blaine had left.
Kurt had walked out to his car, leaving the darkening park. He had sat in his car for hours, ignoring his vibrating phone. His father had yanked open the door.
Kurt! What the hell happened? Where have you been!
He was my first. He was my first and he dumped me.
Burt's face had fell.
What? How- Why- I- I'm sorry kid, I'm so sorry.
Seeing his father's expression, Kurt's face had restructured itself, forming a smile.
It's fine Dad. I'm fine. I just got a headache and didn't want to drive. My phone must've been off. I'm sorry.
Burt had swallowed the lie at the time. But as Kurt had marched into the house, leaving his phone in his car, Burt had checked.
Full bars. Vibrate turned up to the highest level.
Dude what happened? Mom and Burt freaked!
Hobbit dumped you? Oh Ima go ALL Lima Hieghts Adjacent on that fool!
I'm fine, we just broke up. It's fine.
As Kurt walked up the long flight of stairs to his apartment, he tried to count the number of times he had said those words.
I'm fine
To the New Directions. To his father. To Ms. Pillsbury. To the Lima Bean barista he had bumped into at the grocery store. To the man he woke up next to after going for "just one drink" at Scandals. To himself.
Kurt bit back tears, limping into his apartment. Whoever that slut-psychiatrist had been, he had not been gentle.
"Kurt!"
Rolling his eyes, Kurt turned to face his frazzled roommate.
"Where have you been?" she demanded, her gaze raking over his body. She was still dressed in her Aladdin pajamas, clutching a mug of tea.
"I was just about to call Burt-"
"Rachel I've told you before, Dad doesn't need to know what I've been up to. I'm a big boy, I don't need my dad to protect me from the scary men," Kurt crossed his arms. He couldn't believe she had even thought about calling his father. They had discussed numerous times that Burt didn't need any worries about Kurt catching some disease or alcohol poisoning.
"Kurt, it's noon,"
"It was a long walk," Kurt shrugged, pulling off his leather jacket. Rachel shook her long mane of darkness, taking a dramatic breath.
"Look Kurt I've accepted that you suddenly don't see a problem with sleeping around every night, but you at least need to call. I was worried sick."
"Rachel, I have pepper-spray and condoms, what more are you asking for?" Kurt spat sarcastically.
"Please, Kurt condoms don't always completely-"
"Oh come on Berry! This isn't about STDs or even mental health! It's about the fact that you're uncomfortable with me sleeping around with men!"
"WHAT! My dads are gay, and they definitly had some crazy times in college!"
Kurt threw his hands into the air.
"Ugh! Not the 'My Dads are Gay' card! Not again!"
Rachel stomped her foot, somewhat comically, attempting to keep calm.
"As long as you stop playing the 'You're Homophobic' card! You know it's bullshit, Hummel, it's just your defense for EVERYTHING."
Something in Kurt's jaw began jumping as he shook his head slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. If Blaine was here, he would pry the fingers away, kissing each one.
What's wrong, angel?
Grief shook Kurt's body nearly causing him to fall to his knees.
"Look Rach, I understand you're trying to help. But I don't need it. I'm being safe, I'm getting straight As at NYADA. I'm fine."
Rachel bit her lip. He wasn't going to listen. That was crystal clear.
"Fine," she repeated. "Tell me you at least knew his name this time?" Her eyes became doe-like, begging for a straw to grasp at.
"Yah, Jake... Jake Riley," Kurt lied. He hated causing Rachel pain, or anybody for that matter. And what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.
Besides, he was fine.
"You think I'm pretty, without any make up on,"
Blaine glanced up from his book, a tattered copy of Moby Dick. He had been attempting not to think of all the inappropriate jokes he had made when Kurt had read it during his senior year when Tina had turned on the radio. Pushing thoughts of Kurt blushing with his lovely bell-like laughter aside Blaine closed his eyes.
"Can you please turn that off?" he whispered.
"Oh! Oh of course," Tina jumped off Blaine's bed, hitting the boombox. "Sorry,"
Blaine put on a smile.
"No, it's fine. I'm probably overreacting,"
The gothic girl patted his arm warmly.
"You don't have to be that way around me," she reminded him.
"Who was there when you were bawling your eyes out stuffing your face with triple fudge ice-cream and throwing cheetos at Meg Ryan?"
Blaine winced, laughing as he remembered that awful day.
He had come home the night before. The night he broke his own heart. He had crawled into bed without a word to his parents, a single tear dripping down his cheek as he fell asleep. The real sorrow had hit the next morning. Waking up after a horrible nightmare, Blaine had clutched at the space beside him, yearning for Kurt's soothing touch. When his fingers had found nothing, he had reached for his phone. It wasn't till he found Kurt's name in the contact list when he remembered. Tears spilling down his face, he had scrolled to Tina's number. She had sat vigil with him for two days straight.
It's fine Tina, I just really wish I hadn't had to do that. I love him. I really do. But it's ok, I'll move on, I'm fine."
It's ok. I'll move on. I'm fine. Lie after lie after lie. And Blaine knew they were lies but he simply couldn't face the truth.
"I've been thinking," Tina began, pulling Blaine out of his pain.
"Oh no, not thinking!" he teased.
She shoved him playfully.
"Yes, yes thinking! And well you see, I have this cousin,"
The tenor froze. No... She wouldn't! Would she?
"And he's really cute and well gay. And I told him about you and he really wants to meet you," she finished quickly, preparing herself for the worst.
Blaine blinked, processing her words.
Dating. Dating a boy other than Kurt. Dating a boy who wasn't perfect in every single way possible.
His first instinct was to scream, to tell Tina to leave. How could she even suggest that! Especially on the bed that Kurt and he had made so many memories on. It was horrible. But he knew he couldn't. He had to move on. He had to let go. He was sure Kurt had some new hot boyfriend or at least wasn't wallowing like Blaine was.
"Sounds great," he choked out. Tina looked shocked.
"Oh, Uh okay, yah lemme text him." She glanced at Blaine, searching his expression. He appeared to be lost in thought.
She grinned encouragingly.
"His name is Evan, he's really nice. He plays piano,"
Blaine made his face brighten, although all he could think of was Kurt and him playing together in the music rooms at both Dalton and McKinley, laughing together, singing together...
"That's great!" he stuttered. "When can we meet?"
As if on cue, Tina's phone buzzed with enthusiasm. Blaine prayed that this Evan boy was suddenly unavalible. Or perhaps had moved to Antartica?
Stop it Anderson, you need to move on, He thought for the thousandth time. Moving on. It was something he knew he had to do, but never could.
Tina squealed excitedly.
"He can do dinner Friday! And Mike's in town that weekend, so we can make it a double!"
Blaine grimaced, forcing himself to match her joy.
"Fantastic!"
Sensing his slight sarcasm, the girl threw his arms around him. His lips curved upward as he embraced her back. It was nothing like Kurt's love-filled hugs but it was nice.
"Thank you Blaine, I know this is hard for you. But I think this is a step in a good direction,"
Blaine nodded, fighting the urge to protest. Any direction away from Kurt was a bad one.
But he had to move on.
Well what do yah think! Please review! Let me know if you think I need to make it less gritty, I want to keep it T but feel free to tell me if you think it's a bit M. I'll try and post the next chapter in the next few days. It's pretty angsty but this plot has been bugging me for a while and I think it's going to be good! Reviews are perfect to me ;) Klisses and Klugs to all!