Hi! I have FAIL writer's block for the next chapter of Courage Is Not A Wish To Be Granted, so I have come up with this little oneshot when I have read too much angst and too many crying fics.
Disclaimer: I do not own Klaine or any aspect of this beautiful show. RIB does.
"I still don't see what the big deal is Blaine." Kurt said, sighing.
"Kurt, I love you, but how can you be so blind?"
"Me, blind? Excuse me. I was not the one who flirted shamelessly with me and then said he was not in love with me." Kurt retorted.
"Hey," Blaine said sternly, "I didn't know how you picked it up. I thought I was just being a good friend."
"Oh, so now good friends sing flirty duets with each other and hold hands as they run through empty hallways?" Kurt rolled his eyes.
"You changed the subject." Blaine said pointedly.
"So did you."
"Who changed the subject does not change the subject that the waiter over there is clearly checking you out!" Blaine said, pointing at the Sam-esque man. He had blond hair, with a Justin Bieber look to it.
"He was not. We simply bumped into each other and he walked away. Plus, what are you so mad for? It's not like eye-sex went on." Kurt joked.
Blaine choked on air.
"Seriously Blaine? Eye-sex?" Kurt asked incredulously.
"Changing the subject again." Blaine covered.
"It's not like I'm your property. If he's checking me out, let him be."
"But you're MY BOYFRIEND! YOU PRACTICALLY ARE MY PROPERTY!" Blaine yelled suddenly, slamming his palms down on the table. The cups rattled and the table shook slightly.
Kurt looked startled at the sudden outburst-almost frightened. He saw him shake slightly, tears beginning to form.
"Kurt… I-I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me." Blaine apologized, reaching out for Kurt.
Kurt slowly shook his head and stood up to get out of the booth, still shaking with fright.
Blaine simply watched him run out, pain evidently showing in his face.
The waiter in question promptly put a hand on Blaine's shoulder.
"Lover's quarrel, huh? Looked pretty bad. If you want, I can-" the guy never got to finish his sentence, as Blaine punched him square in the nose.
He never got to see the guy's nose after he ran out, but he silently hoped it was broken, otherwise bruised and severely injured.
"Kurt! Kurt!" he blindly shouted through the night air. He spotted Kurt in his –thankfully flamboyant- Alexander McQueen coat and black skinny jeans next to his Navigator. He noted that he looked scared and frightened and everything he shouldn't be when Blaine was around.
But he was.
Because Blaine had yelled and called him his property.
"Kurt!... Kurt?" Blaine hesitated, seeing the empty look in Kurt's eyes.
"Finn was a mistake. He was straight. Sam… I could've sworn he was gay…" Kurt gave an empty, sad chuckle, "Then he dated Quinn, then Santana, then Mercedes…" Kurt trailed off, "But you?" Kurt gave a pained look to him.
"Kurt… I-I'm sorry. I'm so freaking sorry." Blaine apologized profusely, bowing his head in shame, nails digging into his palms.
"Sorry doesn't help Blaine. It never does." Kurt now faced Blaine, giving him a look that Blaine couldn't make out.
"Please Kurt. I-I love you." Blaine begged.
Kurt simply gave him a sad smile, kissed him on the forehead, and began to step into the car.
Suddenly, so many thoughts were rushing in and out of Blaine's head.
'We go to different schools. What if we never see each other again? But we have each other's phone numbers. What if he deletes mine? What if I text him one day and he doesn't know who I am? If he forgets about me?' Blaine panicked.
So he did what his instincts told him to do.
He hugged him tight. He held him tight and sobbed into his back. He found this reminiscent of when Kurt came to him about the Karofsky kiss, except in this, Blaine was Kurt.
But Kurt wasn't Blaine.
He gently shook him off and climbed into his car, closing the door behind him.
Leaving a confused and broken-hearted Blaine in his wake.
He quickly turned his head away so that Blaine wouldn't see the tears beginning to well up in his eyes.
He slowly turned back and waved before turning on the ignition and driving away. Before he left though, he thought he saw Blaine collapse on the ground and sob into his palms.
The thought would have amused the past Kurt a tiny bit.
Blaine-the dapper, so put together private school boy, breaking down at the parking lot at Breadstix.
Now, the thought was just heartbreaking.
'Goodbye Blaine… I never thought I would say that.'
Okay, I have been reading WAY too many fanfics of crying and hugging fics, and I have supported Klaine all the way, so it's a little surprising that to me, even, that I made them break up. Continue? No? Reviews are unicorns… and Brittany loves unicorns. Until next time!