Kurt was done. He was so done. No more Blaine, no more New directions, no more locker shoves, no more Warblers, no more hurt.
The warblers had never appreciated him or him being a countenor, he was always taken advantage of. Blaine Blaine blaine thats the only thing the Warblers cared about, everyone else stood in the back, swaying and singing the 'oooh's and 'ahh's. They never used any of his ideas, or even acknowledged him, saying his performances were 'too much'.
Moving away from Mckinley meant no more New Directions, which also meant no more Rachel Berry, the annoying dwarf who took all of the solo's. It also meant he didn't have to deal with all of their drama. Who was going out with who, who broke up with who, who cheated on who, who got a solo. One of the best things from moving from Mckinley meant that he didn't have to deal with Karofsky, his main tormentor. The boy who had shoved him into lockers, there him into dumpsters like he was a piece of trash, dumped slushes on him, kissed him, and had threatened him every day.
Blaine was the worst. He never trusted Kurt. He always told him to stay away from any boy that flirted with him, Blaine had cheated on him while he was a Mckinley. Then Blaine said kurt was cheating when he was texting another boy. He was always taken advantage of by Blaine. Blaine knew Kurt was a people pleaser. Kurt was desperate to keep people happy and being himself, always being accepting and happy. And so, in the relationship, Blaine had always been forgiven, even when he forced himself on Kurt, even when he cheated, even when he yelled at Kurt. He was always used, everyone used him, took advantage of his generosity.
Well Kurt was done.
[A few minutes Earlier…]
Kurt sat on Blaine's lap, listening intently to what he was saying.
"...Kurt, you remember when I went out to the Lima Bean two days ago, right?" Blaine asked, he nodded.
"Yep."
"Well I ran into a old friend there.." Blaine said, looking up to see his reaction.
"Oh! Wonderful! Who was it? April?" Kurt asked Blaine,, smiling.
"Oh, no…. Why would you think that? She asked us if we wanted to get drunk to take the edge off of the pain from our Honeymoon!" Blaine said, he laughed.
"She wasn't all bad, Blaine! She was just trying to help." He said, snuggling up with Blaine, who wrapped his arms around him.
"Anyways, It was Sebastian Smythe!" Blaine said, looking back at Kurts face to see his reaction. Kurt stared blankly at him.
"The Sebastian Smythe? The same Sebastian who made you cheat on me?" He asked, leaning back a bit to study Blaine's face.
"Yes, but he's changed. He's nicer. While we were at Lima Bean he bought me coffee and we started talking about what we missed, even though we talked a few months ago. Did you know he's at a public High school after he left Dalton?" Blaine said, obviously happy that they found each other again. Kurt stood up, turning to blaine.
"Blaine do you not even care? He made you cheat on me, he hurt our relationship, and now you're going to be his friend? You of all people should know that he can't keep his hands to himself!" He said to Blaine, who was fuming, literally smoke could be coming out his ears any second. Blaine stood also.
"Yes Kurt, I'm going to be his friend, I thought you would be okay with that."
"Of course I'm NOT OKAY WITH THAT, BLAINE!" Kurt, said, yelling the last few words.
"He's going to STEAL you from me Blaine! I don't think You should be friends with him! He's just going to get you again, and you're to much of a gentleman to care!" Kurt said, crossing his arms.
"I'm going to be his friend, You can't control me Kurt. I can befriend anyone I feel like befriending and you won't stop me." Blaine said.
"No blaine, You're not going to be his friend while you're in this relationship!" Kurt said, hopefully getting his initial point across. Blaine looked even madder, if that could be possible.
"Well I don't think I can handle this relationship if I can't the befriend people that I want." Blaine said, calmly… a little too calmly.
"Blaine, I didn't say you can't befriend people, just not people who have split us up…" He said, his face softening. It just seemed to fuel Blaine's rage.
"Yes you are. I want to befriend Seb, and if you can't handle it, I'm done with this relationship." Blaine deadpanned, waiting for his response. Kurt looked shocked.
"B-Blaine… I thought you would understand-"
"Understand what exactly? Understand you're controlling this relationship 'cause you're to stupid to understand I wouldn't cheat on you? Or you're to stupid to understand me and Seb will only be friends?" Blaine said,instantly regretting his choice of words because, it would cause Kurt pain. And pain did it cause. He looked absolutely hurt as his eyes started tearing up, the tears threatening to spill over. kurt spun on the heel of his shoe, his arms holding himself as if he would fall apart if he let go, he opened the dorm room's door, to find Wes, Thad, Jeff, And Nick standing there. He pushed past Wes and walked down the hall, crying as Nick and Jeff followed.
[to teh present]
Everyone in the dorms had heard their fight, drawing the attention of Nick, Jeff, Thand and Wes, causing them to be by the door when a crying Kurt walked out of the dorm, Jeff and Nick tailing him.
Kurt continued walking even though he knew Jeff and Nick were following him. As soon as he opened his dorm room door he started crying. He closed the door in Nick and Jeff's face, leaning on the wall next to. Gut wrenching sobs escaped him as he slid down, covering his face. The one person he knew that wouldn't ever call him stupid, called him stupid for worrying about their relationship. He continued sobbing as Jeff and Nick entered the room, sitting on either side of him. They both hugged Kurt as he sat, crying.
A few minutes later his sobs were replaced by an occasional sniffle. He lifted up his head and wiped the remaining tears on his Dalton Uniform sleeve. Nick cleared his throat.
"Uhm, Kurt we overheard your umm… argument." Nick began.
"Are you gonna take Blaine's side in this?" He asked sharply.
"No, no no. Blaine usually messes up with this stuff. He Always speaks his mind…. I was going to tell you that you were in the right. Seb would've tried to take him away… But I think you should apologize for yelling." Jeff said, patting Kurt's back.
"I knew it! There's ALWAYS a catch with you two! Always making ME apologize and making ME THE BIGGER PERSON! Well for once, I'm not going to apologize first!" He yelled, his eyes still puffy and red. He stood up and pointed at the door. "Leave, just leave. Save your argument for Blaine." Kurt said, as he watched them leave.
Blaine didn't close the door, he was still mad at Kurt. How could he think I would do that? I'm not stupid! Wes cleared his throat, causing Blaine to look at him.
He heard loud sobs coming from a few doors down, and then scream for someone to leave.
A few minutes later Nick and Jeff came back, looking defeated.
"What happened?" Wes asked, turning to the two, totally forgetting an angry Blaine.
"Well, Kurt got mad, duh." Jeff said, plopping on the bed next to Blaine. "He doesn't want to apologize because he always does, and I kinda have to agree…"
Kurt sat on the floor rocking himself back and forth slowly.
He was done.
So done.
Kurt stood up from his position on the floor and he proceeded to his closet. He began ripping everything off of the hangars, throwing the clothes on the floor in a fit of rage. He walked over to his dresser and started throwing all of his multi-coloured pants on the ground, his glittery socks also were thrown. He walked into his bathroom. Stupid moisturizing routine. He threw bottles on the floor. Stupid hair style. He trashed the Hairspray bottles. Stupid STUPID STUPID. He walked into his closet there was one thing left in there, a box on the top shelf. He grabbed the box and brought it into his destroyed room. He opened it, revealing a black leather jacket. He had bought it one christmas, but after wearing it he decided it wasn't his style. He walked over to his shoes collection and threw all of them but two across the room. He grabbed his completely black leather boots. He grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans that were lying on the floor next to him. I should burn this later…. or dump it in someone else's room. He decided he was going to change for himself, he was going to change so he wouldn't be picked on, or taking advantage of ,and he was never going back.
He also found a all black shirt. He stripped all of his clothes off, adding them to his mess of a room. He pulled on his black shirt, shimmied into his black skinny jeans, and his leather boots. He heard a knock at his door.
"Fuck off"
He pulled on his leather jacket and went into the bathroom to study his reflection. Another knock.
"I SAID FUCK OFF." Kurt said, walking to the door, swinging it open to find a awkward looking Nick, who immediately turned around and walked away. Kurt went back to the mirror. He once again looked at his reflection. Something's off… He couldn't put a finger on it. What's wrong with the look? Too black. He walked back to his room, scanning it to find a better shirt. His eyes landed upon a black shirt with white stripes. He walked too it, shedded his jacket and shirt and put the new one on. As walking to the mirror he shrugged his leather jacket on, looking at his reflection again.
Something's still wrong. He got angry. He walked into his room and started kicking his shoes and clothes. Karofsky and Finn were right. His clothes were too faggy and colorful and flamboyant. It did make him stand out too much. He hated his clothes. He walked back into the bathroom when it dawned on him. My hair. His hair was too perfect. IT was a photo-perfect coif. He ran a hand through his hair. And boy did it feel good. he continued to run his hand through his hair, making it look messy and it was perfect.
Looking at his clothes on the floor he decided he need to go shopping. He walked to the door, kicking things on his way out, and opened it to come face-to-face withWes. He looked at them for a second with a bored look. Wes stood there staring at him. He shoved past him and walked out into the hallway.
Kurt pulled into the mall's parking lot. He was going shopping. He got out of the car and walked into the mall, glaring at anyone who dared to look him in the eyes. His change was almost complete. He was almost the person who would never be pushed around, almost the person he needed to be. He walked into the darkest store he could find. It was full of 'Dark' Clothing. Leather jackets, Black Gloves, Grey skinny jeans,skinny jeans that were almost ripped to shreds, different types of shoes that were black and red, black and dark blue and other dark colors with black.
He spent over $100 by the time he was done, with a whole new wardrobe. He was just about to leave when an idea popped into his mind. Tattoos. He walked into the store that had a sign saying Tattoos: 50% Off.
Piercings: Buy one get one free.
He walked to the entrance of the store, mentally preparing himself to go inside. He walked in, a cocky smiled on his lips. When he got to the counter he leaned on it, close to the girl who was working the register.
"What would you recommend? You seem like you have experience" he said, looking at the different tattoos and piercings. The girl looked up at him as he spoke, obviously thinking about an answer.
"Eyebrow piercing,left side, nose piercing, Cartilage piercing- right side." She said, playing with her lip piercing with her tongue. Kurt smile broadened.
"Perfect."
After a bit of flirting and sweat talk, he managed to save a couple bucks on his piercings. He had gotten exactly what the girl recommended. And. He. Looked. Hot. He was not Kurt Hummel the baby penguin. He was Kurt Hummel the certified Badass.