Okay, so this is my first 'Klaine' fic and I hope you guys all enjoy it… Don't worry, as I write more chapters I won't give you a mini essay about my life at the top. Just letting you know that I hope you enjoy this and reviews are always nice.
'Kurt, it wasn't what it looked like'. Blaine, looking at me with those eyes I couldn't do anything I just melted but then I remembered, what I saw, what made me feel like this.
'Oh yeah, because it's never what it looks like, isn't it.' I needed to get out of here, this atmosphere, the tension, I couldn't take it.
Knowing that he would never love me. Knowing that he loved someone else. That was the worst part, I could handle Finn rejecting me, and after all, he was straight.
But Blaine, the one who looked after me when Karofsky threatened me, the one who sang to me, the one I was in love with. I just couldn't take it.
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*Six hours earlier*
Kurt was in an unusually upbeat mood this early in the morning, usually, waking up to go to school was a pain, but he'd just woken up from an incredibly enjoyable dream, that involved Blaine professing his undying love for him, of course when he woke up it was quite a disappointment, but then Kurt remembered that Blaine had asked to meet him, 8 o'clock at the local coffee shop, and honestly, who could miss out on that?
As Kurt turned the corner his heart sank, Karofsky's car was parked inconveniently outside the entrance to the coffee shop.
Kurt hadn't forgotten the torment he suffered back at McKinley, and often woke in a sweat suffering from nightmares where Karofsky found him at Dalton.
He was not ready to face his tormenter. And he could not bear for Blaine to see him at his weakest. Karofsky cast a shadow over Kurt's life, making him paranoid, protective and worst of all terrified.
Dalton was making him happy, Blaine was making him happy, and seeing Karofsky's car would not darken his mood.
Kurt marched into Starbucks ready to order his usual 'Grande Non-fat Mocha' but the sight that was in front of him made his stomach drop.
Blaine was sitting in their usual booth, but who was sitting opposite him was the problem, and the fact that Blaine had his hand resting on 'David Karofsky's' was the worst feeling the Kurt had experienced.
It was one thing that his heart was instantly crushed but for it to be broken and see his crush with that Neanderthal was another thing.
As if expecting him, Blaine's eyes shot up looking into Kurt's hurt and questioning eyes, a look of terror flashed across Blaine's face as he quickly removed his hand. Kurt couldn't take it anymore, Karofsky's eyes bored into Kurt's face. Kurt turned and fled.