"All I'm saying is you should get out. Meet someone, Kurt. Have some fun." Kurt let out an exasperated sigh. This was not the first time he had heard this talk from Rachel and he was sure it wouldn't be the last. He set his phone on the counter while he went to go get a drink, knowing that by the time he got back to it Rachel would still be yammering along oblivious to his momentary absence.
Kurt savored the momentary silence as he watched the slow stream of water filling his cup. He took a large swig, a deep breath, and picked his phone back up. "—and I just think it might be good for you to get out there you know?" Rachel finished. Kurt was impressed she didn't even sound out of breath.
"I know you are just looking out for me, but I really just feel like staying in tonight. Thanks for the offer though. Maybe I'll go out with you guys next weekend."
"Or maybe you will mope around your apartment waiting for Blaine to come home from a date so you can ogle him in his skin tight jeans," Rachel giggled. Kurt could feel the heat in his face as the blood steadily rose to his cheeks.
His friends knew him to well. Despite his best efforts everyone seemed to be able to see through him to his undying love for his best friend. That is except for Blaine himself, thankfully. Kurt gave a small smile just thinking about his friend's ability to be so oblivious. It was just one more thing about the young man that he found so endearing.
Rachel's insistent giggling snapped him back to the conversation at hand.
"Shut up Rachel. I don't ogle him," Kurt mumbled embarrassed.
He knew it was ridiculous he kept his hopes after someone he had no chance with, but he couldn't help it. Sure throughout high school and college there had been "flings." He had made out with quite a few guys, but things never went farther than that. He wouldn't give himself to someone just for the sake of doing it.
"Sure you don't, you just stare at him with those big old heart eyes of yours." Just then Kurt heard the door of their apartment opening and closing, some shuffling, and then a high pitched giggling.
"Okay Rachel. Bye Rachel." Kurt frantically spoke over her teasing, and with that hung up the phone with a click. Just as he put his phone down Blaine came stumbling in with a very giggly tipsy looking girl hanging around his neck.
"Hey there roomie! We didn't wake you did we? We were just heading to my room."
"No not at all, "Kurt replied softly. He did his best to give a smile and appear as if his heart wasn't breaking. Blaine wasn't exactly a man whore, but he was a 24 year old single man. Whenever he showed up at home with a new girl the pain in Kurt's chest was just as vivid, if not more so. Blaine returned his small hesitant smile with one of his own light radiating grins. He grabbed the girl's wrist and pulled her towards his room, shutting the door firmly behind him.
Kurt sighed; he might as well go to bed now. He quickly went through his nightly routine and lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Just as he was starting to drift off a loud groan sounded through the wall.
Oh, great Kurt thought, another night of listening to Blaine and one of his slutty girlfriends going at it like rabbits. Kurt didn't really mean that, as much as he hated to admit it he was just jealous; crazily and insanely jealous.
"Oh, fuck yes. So good…" Blaine yelled, trailing off into another of many loud moans. The squeaking sound of bed springs joined in as they began to speed up.
Kurt hated this. As much as it turned him on to hear the sounds of Blaine losing himself and coming undone, it hurt more to know they he would never truly be able to experience it himself.
Rachel was constantly trying to get Kurt to go out, meet a guy, maybe have a one night stand, but he just couldn't. To him sex wasn't just something to do to feel good; it is a way to give yourself completely to the one person you love more than anyone else on earth. Unfortunately for Kurt, he didn't have that option.
"Oh god right there…Blaine..BLAINE!" Kurt heard the girl scream as she orgasmed, Blaine following soon after. Kurt drew in a deep breath and let it out. He turned to look at his alarm clock. The glowing red numbers seemed to mock him, a reminder that he had to be up in a few hours. His eyes drifted shut and a single tear slipped down his cheek before he welcomed unconsciousness.
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