Hey everybody! So this was meant be a simple little oneshot but I got such a fantastic response from it that it's now turned into a series. I really hope you enjoy it.
Written for a prompt over at the kurt_blaine livejournal comm from musiclover48:
"Kurt had finally had it with Blaine serenading anything with two legs and something between said legs. So when they get back to Dalton, he cracks and goes off on Blaine in front of all the Warblers by saying (in an Emma-like state): "You're a slut, Blaine. You're a slut, you're a slut, you're a slut, you're a slut! Everybody should know that, and you should know that I'm through with you."
Enjoy!
He couldn't believe what he'd seen.
After everything that had gone on between them – the flirting, stolen glances, - my god – Kurt realized with a start, the duet at Christmas - Did Blaine really think that he could prance around serenading boys after he'd looked at Kurt like that?
Sitting between Wes and David in the Dalton common room, surrounded by Warblers who were all laughing and jostling around him, still buzzing from their very public performance, he thought back on the past two hours. When Blaine had asked him to do him a favour, he'd thought it'd maybe be some roundabout ploy of telling Kurt he had feelings for him – not feelings for a homeless worker at GAP! Of all places. GAP. The second he walked in the store he lost a little bit of respect for Blaine entirely. Not to mention stupid GAP boy, with his ridiculous hair and his generic ugly, stupid, ugly, ridiculous, stupid hoodie! This boy clearing knew nothing about fashion, and there was stupid Blaine, perfectly happy chasing him down and dancing around him mentioning things about sex toys and drawers and rubbing up on people.
Here he was, practically springing around this random dude, who Kurt had never heard about, after he'd spent weeks sending Kurt signals, and sitting close to him, and touching his knee, and singing at him, and basically saying what Kurt thought was "Hey, I like you." in every other medium except actually vocalizing it. Now, he was chasing some dude who apparently had no idea who he was! Come to think of it, memories begun to spring to mind of Kurt running into Blaine in the hallways with Jack, having spirited conversations where Blaine would slip in a subtle wink or two, but Kurt had convinced himself Blaine was just trying to be friendly. Come to think of it, Blaine had been being reaaaaaal friendly to a lot of people lately. Jack, and then there was that time in the commons with Liam, when Blaine had plucked an eyelash gently from his face, and Kurt had felt a little surge of jealousy go through him. Then – then there was that time with Keenan, and Mark, and then -
Oh my god. Oh my GOD. Blaine was a slut!
Kurt gave a slightly disgusted half-snort at himself for not realizing it before and Wes gave him a look, confused concern on his face.
"You okay Kurt?"
Kurt opened his mouth to respond until he saw the doors to the common room swing open, with stupid, smarmy, slutty Blaine standing at the top of the stairs. The Warblers all looked up at him, eager to know how the serenade had ended up, as they had been told beforehand to make themselves relatively scarce as soon as the song was finished.
Blaine stepped forward quietly until a smug look appeared on his face. He raised his receipt in the air and let out a very, very self-satisfied yelp of, "Got his number!", before punching the air above him.
The Warblers exploded into cheers, with Blaine getting a few slaps on the back as he made his way towards the couch to sit next to Kurt.
Kurt was furious. Blaine sat down, slapping the receipt on the table and sat back, swinging his arms arrogantly across the back of the couch. The Warblers chatter quickly turned to Blaine, as they asked him question after question about what he had said, and what had happened, and was he going to call him. It was like being surrounded by teenage girls, but burlier. Kurt sat there silently, staring at the table, fuming, wondering how on earth he had fallen for it all.
He felt Blaine poke him from the side, once, then twice.
"Hey, what's the matter? You're not happy for me."
Kurt whirled his head around to stare at Blaine, who was pouting, and that was it. Kurt snapped.
"Happy for you?" He screeched. "Happy for you?"
He leapt to his feet as Blaine's face turned from mock sadness to literal fear, and the Warblers went silent.
"Kurt? I don't understand, wha- what did I do?"
Kurt had taken three steps towards the door until he couldn't take it anymore. He wheeled around, his face contorted with anger.
"What did you do? Are you that clueless Blaine? My god! You spend weeks, weeks flirting with me and then you turn around and chase after some random dude in a clothing store? It wasn't even a good store! Not to mention the fact that you've probably hit on half the population of the goddamn school! I thought you were wonderful Blaine, I really did, but you want to know what you really are, Blaine? You want to know? You're a slut!"
Blaine was staring at him in shock and while half of the Warblers looked concerned, the other half were trying to stifle giggles at the accusation. Blaine went to open his mouth to speak but Kurt beat him to it.
"You. Are. A. Slut." Kurt punctuated each word with a finger, jabbing in Blaine's direction.
"You slutted around, hitting on me, and then you slutted around, hitting on other people at Dalton, and then when you ran out of people here, you ran along to the shopping center and hit on the first guy you saw! In song!" Kurt yelled incredulously. Half of the Warblers were openly laughing now as Blaine stood up shakily to make his way towards Kurt.
"No! No. Don't even move, you'll probably infect everyone with your slutty germs!"
Blaine looked at Kurt as if he had absolutely no idea what was going on, but Kurt relished the fact that he was finally starting to look slightly embarrassed for his actions.
"You are a slut, a whore – you may as well be a goddamn lady of the night for all I care, because there is no way you are ever coming near me again. You're a slut, Blaine. You're a slut, you're a slut, you're a slut, you're a slut! Everybody should know that, and you should know that I'm through with you."
Kurt finished, breathless, before turning on his heel and storming out of the room, leaving Blaine staring after him in complete and utter shock.
Kurt had to smile when he heard a whoop from the Warblers as they exploded into cheers and claps, and Kurt could've sworn he heard a "You go, Hummel!"
Kurt just grinned to himself, whispering under his breath as he strode tall down the hallway, "The bitch is back."