I'm Right Over Here Chapter 1, a glee fanfic

Title: Dancing on My Own

Chapter 1: I'll Keep Dancing on My Own

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'I'm in the corner watching you kiss her'

Kurt sat on the piano bench lodge in the corner of Rachel Berry's "Oscar Room", watching as she locked lips with Blaine Anderson.

The other members of the New Direction danced around drunk from the nearly toxic amounts of alcohol that has been pillaged from Rachel's dad's liquor cabinet. He tried to focus on anyone else in the room. From Mercedes and Tine laughing hysterically on the couch, Quinn and Lauren yelling at a confused Noah Puckerman, Santana weeping drunkenly to an out-of-it Sam, even Brittney dancing like a stripper from on top of the washing machine.

But his glasz eyes always went back to the two kissing in the opposite corner of the room. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall in front of his friends, no matter how drunk they were. He pressed his palms over his eyes trying to force them back, but even with his vision cut off he could see the two of them in the blackness. Kurt could see Rachel straddling Blaine as they pressed kisses on to each others lips. Her hands threaded through Blaine's now loose curls, something Kurt had longed to do. He could still see Blaine's strong, warm hands gripping Rachel's waist trying to pull her closer if it were even possible.

Kurt was broken from his thoughts as he felt himself being nudge on his shoulder. He lowered his hands to see Finn looking at him concerned. He chuckled humorlessly in his mind, how was it the most clueless of his friends was the only one to notice that he was upset?

"You want to head home now?" Finn asked bumping shoulders with his step brother.

Kurt turned to face the taller boy, a smile planted falsely on his face "Why would I want to head home? I don't want to ruin this party for you," he asked, his voice mocking cheer.

The other male rolled his brown eyes, leaning forward a bit to look Kurt in the eyes "Everyone thinks I'm stupid. I may not be the smartest, but I can tell that seeing them together is hurting you, even if you don't want to show it."

Kurt laughed, his eyes glazed over with tears that refused to fall as he smile a little wider at his older brother. "When did you become so insightful?"

Finn grinned at his step brother patting him on the back before getting off the bench to stand at his full height, "I've always been insightful, you've just never noticed," he laughed, before sobering up " Go wait in the car, I'll go fetch the midget."

"He's not a midget! He's of perfectly average height for a male!" Kurt defended, no matter how upset he was with Blaine, he would always come to his defense.

But, Finn just shoved him in the direction of the stairs, leaving him to make his way to the car.

The next day hadn't gone anything like Kurt Hummel had hoped. After putting a clearly drunk Blaine to bed had taken more effort than he had thought. He was exhausted and had fallen asleep on the floor. Only to awaken the next morning realizing he had forgotten his moisturizing routine. He could feel the dryness of his face, and winced thinking of cracked flaking skin that would be his future if he continued this pattern. So he lifted himself from the floor, and dragged his feet towards his vanity to start his morning routine, taking extra time out to fix last nights mistake.

Kurt began to panic as he head his dad clomping up the stairs to his room. He peaked around the wall blocking his view of the bed seeing Blaine completely covered in his comforters and his head blocked by a pillow. He sighed figuring his father wouldn't notice.

However, as soon as Burt entered the room Blaine was miraculously awakened. Kurt resisted from slamming his head onto his vanity, just barely as Burt exited, "Uh, I'm sorry. My bad."

The day after had been just as bad if not worse. The two Dalton boys sat at the Lima Bean. But instead of their usual flirty conversations, and off hand touches they were arguing in heated whispers. And what would they be arguing over? A certain drunken night involving Rachel Berry.

"Bisexual is term gay guys use in high school, when they want to hold hands with a girl and feel normal for a change!" Kurt had said a little louder than a whisper starring at Blaine in disbelief. Internally he winced, knowing he had been way out of line, but he was just so angry and upset, he couldn't control what he was saying. He knew he had hurt Blaine from the expression on the other boys face.

As the arguing continued Kurt's grip on his coffee cup grew tighter and tighter, just like the feeling in his stomach. He knew they were both saying things they would regret, but in the moment he couldn't bring himself to apologize.

"Just like what your doing to me!" Blaine had yelled. Kurt felt his heart jump into his throat, and not in the good, romantic movie kind of way. Blaine had just compared him to his high school tormentor.

Blaine slid his chair back angrily, gathering his belonging in a hurry glaring at the pale boy sitting across from him, "I would say 'bye', but I wouldn't want to upset you!" He seethed angrily before marching out of The Lime Bean in a rage, leaving his coffee on the table.

Kurt clenched his jaw together tightly from anger, hurt, and sadness. He knew that what he had said about bisexuality had been awful, but hearing Blaine compare him to Dave Karofsky had been like the other boy stabbing his heart. All he could think about were the Blaine's stinging words, not paying attention to the elderly couple sitting at the next table whispering about their argument. Kurt and Blaine's coffee had turned cold.

That night Kurt made his way to Rachel Berry's house. He needed to know what happened on her and Blaine's date, just to give himself a little hope that maybe there was a chance that he could still possibly have a chance with the boy of his dream.

Kurt and Rachel made small talk before Rachel finally address the pink elephant in the room

"If Blaine turns out to not be gay, I'd be helping you out," Rachel said patronizingly, as she sat down next to the pale youth. "He's conflicted."

"Blaine's just one of the many conflicting men you will date, only to become the most flaming of homosexuals," Kurt smiled, sneering on the inside.

Rachel glared at the countertenor before her , "I'm going to prove you wrong," she said, before standing to continue cleaning her family's "Oscar Room".

The next day Kurt made his way to The Lima Bean to meet up with Rachel. He would be there to witness her sober kiss with Blaine. No matter how much it hurt Kurt had to see, no matter how much he hurt he cared about them both.

Apparently Rachel didn't feel the same way as they sat down. "Who cares about you buddy! I may just get a new boyfriend out of this, one who can give me vaguely Eurasian looking children!"

Kurt steeled his face, not letting one emotion show, as he slid back his chair and almost ran out of the coffee shop to his car.

Kurt slammed to door to his house open, thankful that his dad was still at the garage working. He was just so angry. Angry at Blaine for taking his affection for granted, for kissing Rachel Berry, for going out with one of his "supposed best friends". Angry at Rachel for asking out the boy of his dreams, when he had been the one to tell her that he was in love with Blaine, when he had gone to her house to weep over Blaine wanting to serenade another guy, who had said such hurtful things after her heart wrenching duet offer just a few months ago. After she had been the one to tell him that he had people who loved who, to turn around later on a say "who cares about you?"

He stomped up the stairs to his room plugging in his iPod to his speaker and began searching for the perfect song to let out the anger, the hurt, and the sadness inside of him.

As the techno beat began to blast from his speakers Kurt snapped he screamed in anguish before he began to tear his room apart.

'Somebody said you got a new friend
Does she love you better than I can?
There's a big black sky over my town
I know where you're at, I bet she's around'

He began with the bed where Blaine had slept, angrily stripping the comforter throwing it to the ground, ripping the sheets over and the pillowcase, before ripping at the threads of the pillow where Blaine's curly hair had laid just last night.

'Yeah, I know it's stupid
I just gotta see it for myself

I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, ohh
I'm right over here, why can't you see me, ohh
I'm giving it my all, but I'm not the girl you're taking home, ooo
I keep dancing on my own
I keep dancing on my own

I'm just gonna dance all night
I'm all messed up, I'm so out of line
Stilettos and broken bottles
I'm spinning around in circles'

Kurt knocked over his vanity bench, brushing his arms harshly against the counter top making all his beloved cosmetics fall to the floor, plastic bottles bouncing over the carpeted floor, glass bottles breaking, lotions,makeup, and perfumes spilling staining the bottoms of the walls and his once immaculate white carpet.

The lyrics from the song sinking into his brain and the song continued blasting from his iHome. His anger soon dissipating a bit, now mostly hurt from two of his closest friends. He kicked his already fallen vanity bench, before starring at his reflection.

'I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, ohh
I'm right over here, why can't you see me, ohh
I'm giving it my all, but I'm not the girl you're taking home, ooo
I keep dancing on my own
I keep dancing on my own

So far away but still so near
The lights go on, the music dies
But you don't see me standing here
I just came to say goodbye

I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, ohh
I'm giving it my all, but I'm not the girl you're taking home, ooo
I keep dancing on my own
I keep dancing on my own'

He starred at his reflection in his vanity mirror. His usually coiffed hair in complete disarray, his pale skin flushed pink with anger and riddled with dried tear tracks, his immaculate clothing rumpled and wrinkled in every which way.

The words of the song washing over Kurt, and he took them to heart.

'What's happened to me, just look at me I'm pathetic! I used to be so confident, proud of who I was! I shouldn't have to change for some boy who can't even see me!' His thoughts began racing around in his mind. Kurt didn't like who he had become. Ever since Blaine had given him those "word of wisdom" about not standing out so much, he had done everything in his power to follow his advice. He was no better than a song bird trapped in a cage.

His wings were strapped down, his voice quieted by the bars, and the desperate need to be free. Kurt Hummel was made to stand out, to be the shouting voice in a crow of whispers. He needed to get out of his cage.

Kurt looked away from his now smiling reflection, and turned to look at Pavarotti hopping around in the bottom of his cage, his smile growing even more, reflecting in his eyes. He knew what he had to do. All he had to do was wait for his Dad to come home.

Kurt Hummel smiled to himself anger, and sadness almost completely gone, but the hurt remained. But he remembered the words of the song:

'I'll keep dancing on my own'

A/n: I hope this was okay, and that at least one person likes it. This is my first time doing glee fanfiction. I used to do a lot for Harry Potter and Kingdom Hearts, but eh whatever. I hope it wasn't to awful not gonna lie my strong point mostly lie in fanart... but please leave reviews with critiques, or what you'd like to see, maybe what you think will happens next, that would be greatly appreciated!

The song used in this chapter is "Dancing on My Own" by Robyn.