Through Another's Eyes
Prologue
Disclaimer: I own neither Glee nor the characters.
A/N: I've written this mostly to give myself peace of mind. I've had a love/hate relationship with Kurt since season one of Glee and wholeheartedly believe that the characters of Kurt and Blaine are absolutely terrible for each other. They often fail to take each other's feelings, hopes, and dreams into consideration and, in my opinion, don't help each other grow as boyfriends, fiances, or human beings after season two. That being said, while I do respect that the very talented writers of the show (while, in my opinion, show favor to Blam throughout seasons four and five) will most-likely have Klaine end up together in some capacity, I will ship Blam to the bitter end. Anyway, I digress - As I mentioned, I write this because, in my own personal head-canon, I do thoroughly believe that Kurt is wise and mature enough to realize that love is a beautiful, complicated matter that is often different for each individual, and that his teenage love for Blaine isn't healthy enough to survive into adulthood. Please forgive my droning and enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: I own neither Glee nor the characters.
"Tay-Tay Cohen-Chang." Kurt read aloud as he looked at Tina's contact name and picture on Blaine's iPhone. She'd called him three times in the last fifteen minutes, and the repeated vibrating of the phone on the wooden coffee table was distracting Kurt from the episode of Golden Girls that he was unsuccessfully trying to enjoy. Blaine was on the other side of the loft with Rachel. He was helping her transcribe and transpose "I Dreamed a Dream" from Les Miserables for one of her classes and had left his phone on the coffee table. He often did things like this - leave his iPhone unlocked and on the table, leave his laptop open with the browser displaying his Facebook page - and Kurt knew that Blaine did these things to appease him, though he'd sworn endlessly to Blaine that the terrible Eli C. incident was behind them in all ways.
Sighing, Kurt decided that he'd put Blaine's beloved hag out of her misery. "Good evening, Tina." He said as he pressed the phone to his ear.
"Blainey-Da - uh, Kurt?" Tina's tone changed from enthusiastic to confused.
"The one and only." He responded. "How're you doing?"
"I'm well!" Tina was practically shouting and the enthusiastic tone quickly returned to her voice. "I have some news, but I don't wanna post it on Facebook yet. Sam totally isn't answering his phone and Blaine apparently isn't available, either. How's Blam? Are they okay?"
Blam. Kurt always felt the slightest tinge of jealously when he heard or saw the moniker. Blaine, Sam, Tina, Artie, Sugar, Joe, and the younger members of the New Directions let the name slip freely in conversations and over Facebook posts. He'd even seen it mentioned in a Facebook message from Trent, a Warbler and one of Blaine's friends from Dalton. "Yeah. Sam had a really big photo shoot this afternoon and probably won't be done until after midnight, and Blaine's helping Rachel with some homework right now." Kurt responded.
"Damn." Tina muttered. "I can't hold this in anymore. I told my parents, but they don't really count 'cause they're my parents, ya know? I guess you'll have to do. Guess what?"
"You found a new masculine gay man to prey on?" Kurt was not amused. I guess you'll have to do.
"That was a PHASE." The young Asian said with assertiveness to spare. "As much as I'm sure you'd like for that to be the case, my news is pretty much the opposite of that!"
Oh God. Kurt hoped she wouldn't announce what he thought she was about to.
"I'm going to NYU starting next semester! I got a pretty decent scholarship!" Tina stated happily.
Why did I have to be right? Kurt wasn't pleased that he'd have to share Blaine with Tina. He'd already reconciled himself with the fact that Blaine wanted to and did spend as much time with Sam as with him. The thought of throwing Tina into the mix was frustrating him to the point of anger, so he just offered his congratulations in the happiest voice he could muster.
"Please don't tell Blam." She implored. "They're my two best friends and the only people from high school that I regularly keep in touch with - well, other than Santana; you know she and I love to kill each other with gossip - so I'd really like to tell them myself."
Blam. "Of course." Kurt sighed. "I'll tell Blaine to call you as soon as he's done helping Rachel."
"Awesome!" Tina exclaimed. "Blatina and Blamtina are back in business! Have a good night, Kurt."
The call ended and Kurt noticed a text message alert pop up on the now locked screen shortly after he set the phone back down on the table. He eyed the message preview as more popped up.
(11:03pm) Dude, I love you.
(11:03pm) I managed to book another photo shoot! One of the photographers on this shoot was super-duper impressed with me and said he was gonna pass my name on to some of his friends. I'm so glad you convinced me not to brush this one off.
(11:05pm) I'm totally buying you something pretty this weekend. ;)
Kurt chuckled to himself as he went back to watching Golden Girls. He was glad Sam was doing something to further himself in his career and not just hogging the TV all day.
Closer to midnight, Blaine plopped down on the sofa next to Kurt and grabbed his phone. A small smile graced his face as he read the messages from Sam. "I'm gonna go home, Kurt. I'm really tired and still have homework of my own to do." Blaine explained as he pocketed his phone and grabbed his coat.
"This late? You should've said something to Rachel. She'll have to realize, at some point, that she's not the center of the universe." Kurt chastised.
Blaine let out an airy laugh as he walked over to Kurt. "Just between you and me - She might be able to sing and sight-read like a pro, but she can barely transpose and transcribe." He whispered. "Good night, Sweetie." He said softly as he gave Kurt a quick peck and started for the door.
"Night." Kurt said with a soft, audible smile. The young man with skin like ivory switched off the TV and started turning the lights in the loft off. He walked over to the huge door to lock it and heard a voice in the hall, so he looked through the peephole.
"Hello, handsome," He heard Blaine's voice say. Blaine was leaning against the wall and his phone was pressed to his cheek. He was smiling as he stared off in the distance.
Kurt surmised that he was talking to Sam and knew better than to get angry or jealous at comments like these. He'd been forced to accept this aspect of Sam and Blaine's relationship. They often complimented each other and were very, very tactile. They even occasionally shared a bed "just because."
"I saw! Congratulations! I'm happy for you."
Pause.
"No. That pea coat that I wanted is way too expensive. I'm going to murder you if you buy it for me."
Pause.
"Then Nightbird will murder Blonde Chameleon if he buys it for him."
Audible laughter.
"You're right. I'd miss you way too much, and everyone knows that Nightbird can't exist without Blonde Chameleon."
A longer pause, then a sigh.
"Sam, my parents told me to give you that money because they love you and they know I don't want to be here without you. They don't want you to pay them back, and you don't owe me anything."
Kurt saw Blaine shift and slump down on the ground.
"Really, Sammy. We'll talk about this when I'm home. I'll see you in a bit, okay?"
Pause.
"You're the best! I'm seriously starving! I could definitely go for some caffeine, too. I have some choreography that I need to learn for Miss July before tomorrow afternoon."
Blaine rose to his feet and began walking down the hallway.
"Love you too. See you in a bit."
Even though Kurt knew better than to let any feelings of jealousy get to him, he couldn't help that, sometimes, they managed to snake their way up his spine and hiss in his ear.
A/N 2: This is un-beta'd, so please forgive any spelling and/or grammatical errors. If you notice any, please do feel free to advise me of them so they can be corrected. I have the rest written, but am currently expanding on it. It'll be another one or two short chapters and an epilogue, depending on how things play out in my head. Comments/criticism are most welcome. Thank you for reading and I hope you'll look forward to more.