So that was that. Everything Kurt Hummel worked for was down the drain and out of his grasp. All meaning of life was ruined…Ok, not ruined but hell Kurt felt like it was. He invested a lot of the time and actual effort into his plan to get Blaine and now Blaine and him weren't even on speaking terms. All Kurt could do was stare at himself making his facial expression through the gaudy light up mirror he had. He was a diva, was being the right word because right now he felt like a wreck. And with all this frowning and pouting and well god damned stress! Well he was going to get wrinkled soon and he was not ready to start saving money to Botox his porcelain face. But how can he smile? He ruined everything with Blaine that was it. All because of a little jealousy he had with him and Rachel. What else was he suppose to do? He heard a knock on his door and groaned. "Dad I'm NOT helping you buy your gift for YOUR wife." Kurt groaned, honestly was his father that mentally unable to think of what a woman would want? Instead the door opened and Kurt already had his finger up to stop him.
"Kurt chill it's me." Finn smiled his weak smile he usually gave before walking in. Finn rarely went to Kurt's room, actually now he thought of it he was never up here. He tried to not be there; after the whole talk Burt gave Kurt about having men in his room Finn was a little more than awkward. "Can I sit?" He looked down at Kurt's neatly made bed with sheets from some French place. Kurt nodded before looking back into the mirror. "So. I heard from your…our…Burt that you're upset." Finn sat oddly on the end of bed trying not to mess it up. Kurt turned around looking at the ceiling with a pout on his face.
"What would you call having the guy you are head over heels with be mad at you cause you happened to be a little more than upset that he wanted to 'experiment' with a girl who was suppose to be a good friend." Kurt just rolled his eyes, all of it was surreal. He didn't know what confused him more, Rachel just jumping on Blaine like Kurt's feelings were nothing. Or the fact Blaine was actually NOT speaking to him. And when Blaine was angry, he was pretty darn mad. During Warblers practice he didn't look at him, at the coffee place he just grabbed his coffee and left even on days where they'd spend all day together he was in the library "studying." Only studs really studied, that's what Kurt use to tease him with. "Finn don't give me that look, he hates me. I know it. I just do." Kurt shook his head as he grabbed his brush, the brush combed through his brown hair roughly and Finn could only watch as Kurt ripped his roots out. Finn was never good at helping dramatic people; it was hard helping girls but helping a guy who was crazier than a girl. Finn just basically nodded his head until he heard his mother's voice call out from downstairs. "Carole is home." Kurt muttered and Finn began walking out.
"Kurt, look. I think you're an awesome dude. And Blaine…would be an idiot not to see that. K?" He smiled; he used that line with Rachel a couple of times at it seemed to work. Kurt just waved him away before laying on his pillow to mope. All he wanted was to be alone and disappear of course with the family he had that wasn't going to happen, soon his father walked in without knocking. Kurt cursed into his pillow wishing he'd invest in a lock rather than a Louis Vuitton shoes, yes he was that kind of emotional shopper. But those 600$ loafers made his feet feel special when his heart lacked it. Kurt looked up at his father, thanking god he didn't get his father's look. The man was ok but he was close to balding and he looked like what a quarterback would be when they retired. And that nose, Argh. "Yes dad?" He looked up with him with a look that should give off a hint. His brows close together like he was angry.
"Hey…we're gonna have your favorite dinner." Burt thumbed to the door; his dad wasn't good with these talks. That's why he never wanted a daughter; emotional small talks weren't his thing. He didn't want to mess up or give the wrong advice, that's why he loved having a boy. Too bad his boy might as well cut off his genitals and wear a skirt because he was a female.
"Not in the mood." Kurt grumbled, he could smell the aroma of chicken. That he and his father had a love for, chicken.
His father squared his feet a bit before trying to talk again. "Hey, kid. Its gonna be ok." He smiled before Kurt grumbled and slammed his face into the pillow. Burt sighed as he went downstairs. Round two was done. At this time Kurt scurried to the bathroom to bath. He spent a good hour in the hot water scrubbing and shampooing. He got into his silky robe that had cherry blossoms along the side. As he walked in he noticed Carole just…sitting there. Her bright brown eyes crinkling with two distinct crow's feet on the side of them. "Um…Hi." His voice when high like it was a question, as she patted his bed to sit. Kurt shook his head. "No I'm alright just. Need to change." He began walking away from her.
"Kurt. I just wanted to tell you that I'm not here as a step mom, or Finn's mom. I'm here as your friend just to say—." Kurt turned around and gave her a look that sent Carole packing. Kurt really wished he invested on a lock to his room. Each day felt like it was dragging longer than the last. Until Kurt was washing dishes when he was attacked by Finn's hand. "Sit." Finn pointed to the couch as Burt and Carole sat down with him handing him a paper. It was a signed Dormitory Release form for the Dalton Academy.
"What the hell—I mean heck is this?" Kurt batted his eyes waving the paper in the air.
"This is your form to dorm at your school, Kurt." His father nodded, Kurt nodded back with a tight smile. Well, he knew that, what he didn't get was why?
"Are you guys kicking me out?" He looked at them, did he do something wrong? Did they get tired of his sulking attitude? Was that it? Kurt didn't know whether to be upset or very worried. Carole smiled softly placing a hand on Kurt's knee.
"Kurt, Hun, we feel like you need a little freedom. You are so stressed out all the time with housework, homework, studying. You need this." Carole looked at Burt as she kept talking. "Your father and I both agree it was for the best." Kurt looked at his father, really now? The man who had a hissy fit for having a fully clothed drunk guy sleep over on Kurt's bed? Well…ok Kurt would give him that IF Blaine liked Kurt back and was sober he'd have a reason to worry. And Kurt would have a reason to want a lock even more.
"Yes but before you pack up and go. I want you and me to have the talk." Burt looked down at his hands making an awkward coughing sound. Kurt sat back in pure horror. He really hoped he meant a talk and not "the talk" talk. Carole began to stand up as Finn smiled.
"Annnnd, that's our cue to go." He murmured as he Burt took off his hat pulling out a packet of folded paper. He ran his hand nervously through his sweaty hair before gulping down.
"Sex, you know about it I'm sure. You're 16 going to be 17. And it's something that happens with every couple. Man to woman, or woman to woman and even man to man. They all do it." Kurt held his forehead with his fingers as he looked up at his dad, they both had a pained expression. "There is a consequence for it. And you got to know the right…steps into…doing things like that." Kurt began to stand up before Burt could finish. "Hey I'm talking here, come back!"
"Dad you don't have to do this now. Ok. I get it. You want to give me the sex talk cause your afraid your gay son is going to start humping every guys leg that's there." Kurt rolled his eyes before Burt became stern. That's when things got serious.
"No. That is not it at all Kurt. I trust you." Burt said in a stern voice making Kurt look at him. Kurt was slightly taller so his stern face wasn't as scary as it use to be. "If I didn't I wouldn't have signed it. I just want you to know you can come to me. Being…gay doesn't mean I should forget to be a dad. Give you advice, the talk. You can come to me Kurt. I might not know all the answers but I'll learn." Burt finished as Kurt looked him over with his lower lip jutting out. He really was trying, and it must have been uncomfortable for him.
"Thanks Dad." Kurt muttered before going up stairs to pack.
By the time Mr. Hummel was sorted out Kurt was already thinking this was a bad idea. He was ready to chicken out. He saw Blaine twice and both times their eyes met Blaine cut his off, the only hope was that Blaine looked at Kurt for a good four in a half seconds before looking away. Finn had gathered up the Glee club at Dormitory Hallway and as soon as Kurt came around the hall he stopped in mid step.
"We heard a follow Gleek member needs a little TLC" Mercedes smiled wide flashing her pearly white teeth as literally everyone gathered around. Kurt sighed walking towards them all with a soft smile.
"Forgive the mess I haven't had time to unpack." He pouted unlocking his door, at least he had a lock now.
"But we did." Brittany smirked dully as Kurt opened his door as smiled wider; his dorm room was recolored and decorated just like his room at home. He didn't know what to say, even Sam, his old eye candy (well mentally) was there with Santana. It was a good get together for a while although the tension with him and Rachel raged on until the Glee members began exiting. Kurt sighed softly to himself as Sam ran back in scratching his bleach blonde hair. "Lose something?" Kurt looked up at him with sullen eyes.
"Santana's Jacket." He mumbled looking around for it, he got to the floor and looked under Kurt's new bed. "Can't believe I'm doing this…" He groaned as Kurt added in his own two cents.
"Can't believe you're dating a bitch? Or can't believe you're supposed friend sold you out?" Sam looked up at him and placed an elbow on his bed to hold up his head. The look in his eyes meant Kurt was right.
Sam smirked. "I was talking about I can't believe I'm on the ground looking for a girl's jacket for her. But yea, that too." He sat up on the bed looking at the door. Kurt nodded before looking in his bathroom finding Santana's Baby Phat Jacket. "I can't believe Finn of all people would just do that to me. Without thinking about…me or what I had with Quinn."
"Oh yea I hear ya." Kurt felt like they were in a therapy session for the heartbroken and lonely. "Like your feelings didn't matter." Sam nodded before looking at Kurt with a smile. He tussled the guy's hair with a sly smile knowing he'd hate that. "See you around Kurt." Sam trotted out as Blaine walked into the room at the same time. "Oh sorry man." Same smiled as Blaine walked in as dreamy as ever to Kurt.
Kurt felt his hands get clammy as he rubbed them on the tops of pants; his heart was racing just because Blaine was in the same room with him. "Practice is canceled." Was all Blaine's emotionless voice said to him as his eyes glared at the door like there was something their he hated? Blaine did hate something; the fact Kurt was alone with some guy? What was that all about, was Blaine that replaceable? Kurt nodded as Sam ran back in to Kurt.
"Shit, forgot the jacket. Thanks Kurt." He smiled really close to Kurt's face before running back out. Blaine's eyes followed Sam until he left. Kurt merely blinked and sat there.
"No practice. Gotcha." Kurt nodded as Blaine began to leave. "When are you going to forgive me?" Kurt looked at Blaine with pleading eyes as Blaine stopped at the doorway and turned to look at Kurt.
"When you actually come up to me and apologize." He answered coolly walking out. Kurt sat on his bed and kneaded his fists into his tiny eyes. This was going to be hell.