Author's Note: Hello there! Here I go, attempting another fan fic. This one was inspired by the song, "After All That, It's Come to This" by Amos the Transparent. I recommend that you listen to the song; I'll be quoting the lyrics some at the beginning of each chapter. A special thanks to my beta, green-eyed-demoness2010. You're the best! :D
I don't own Glee. *sad face*
"She's packed up her bags
and she's heading out, she says,
'I know that I'm ready'
With such beautiful doubt"
"All I'm saying, Rachel, is that my application just wasn't very impressive." Kurt carefully brushed back Tina's hair, attempting to put it into a fishtail braid. She was leaning on his legs while he sat on Rachel's bed, Mercedes on his left side with Rachel sitting on her desk.
"Kurt, YOU'RE impressive. And this is coming from me. I just know that we're both going to get into NYADA and our dreams will come true!" Rachel sighed happily while Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Listen to Rachel, Kurt. Your voice is…what's Blaine always saying?" Mercedes turned the page to the magazine that was resting on her lap before looking up and grinning. "Oh yeah, that you have 'the voice of an angel.'"
Tina let out a tinkering laugh while Kurt glared at Mercedes for a second, before letting his eyes soften at the mention of Blaine. Perfect, perfect Blaine.
"Where is Blaine anyway?" Tina asked, tapping away on her phone. Kurt glanced over her head and read the screen. A message to Mike.
"He's out with some of the Warblers," Kurt replied airily, finishing Tina's braid. She jumped up and walked over to Rachel's mirror to admire it.
"He's out with the competition?" Rachel screeched. Mercedes turned another page in the magazine while Tina looked at the braid from different angles, smiling contently at Kurt's work. Kurt let himself fall back onto the bed and groaned.
"No, Rachel, he's out with his friends. They're not going to be sitting at the Lima Bean, discussing set lists. Blaine said they were going to Nick's house to have a horror movie marathon." Kurt rubbed his eyes tiredly and poked Mercedes side, earning a giggle and swat from his best friend.
"Like hell he'll discuss our set lists with them!" Kurt sat up and glared at Rachel, who had obviously ignored the second part of his explanation. "I'm going to text him right now to give him a piece of my mind about spending time with our competition."
"Rachel, NO." Kurt leaped up and tried to wrestle Rachel's phone out of her hands. Rachel lifted her phone above her head, causing both herself and Kurt to tumble off the desk and onto the floor. "Give me your phone, Rachel!"
Tina stepped over the tangle that was Rachel and Kurt's bodies to sit over by Mercedes, who still hadn't looked up from the magazine she was reading. "Why aren't you with Blaine and the Warblers anyway, Kurt?"
Kurt had managed to pin Rachel down on the floor, sitting on her back and her phone successfully in his hands. Rachel was attempting to throw Kurt off of her back but was having no luck. Kurt, while sweeping his hair back into position, replied "He knew them longer than I did. I don't see why we have to be attached at the hip. Besides, him going out with them means I get to spend time with you girls." He smiled at Tina and Mercedes, who finally tore her eyes away from the page she was reading to grin at him.
"That's all good and jolly," Rachel retorted, sounding slightly muffled, "but you're crushing my back Kurt! Get off!"
"With pleasure." Kurt leaped off of Rachel, standing over her with a hand out stretched to help her up. "You're not my type anyway."
Rachel snorted but allowed Kurt to help her up. "Fine, I won't text him. Truce?"
Kurt handed her back her phone and nodded. "Who's up for movie?"
Half way through Hairspray, Kurt's phone vibrated with a phone call. He glanced down at his screen, saw Blaine's name staring back up at him, and detangled himself from the girls, stepping outside of Rachel's room to take the call.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked as he pressed his phone to his ear.
"No," a voice that was obviously not Blaine replied back.
Kurt's eyebrows rose at the voice. "Nick? Is that you?"
"Correct! Ten points for Kurt!"
Kurt sighed irritably. "Is there a reason to why you're on Blaine's phone and my boyfriend isn't?"
"Yes actually! As you know, we were having a movie night at my place. Conveniently, my parent's are out of town on business. Now, I wasn't planning on all of this happening, but a fellow Warbler, who will remain unnamed for his own safety of your wrath, managed to convince everyone to play Uno."
Kurt felt confused. "Why would I be mad at that?"
"Uno, where if you didn't have a card to put down, you'd take a shot and a card from the deck. Did you ever notice how bad Blaine is at Uno? Seriously, you should sign him up for classes at the community center. He's terrible."
"Nick, how drunk is he?"
Nick laughed and lowered his voice a bit. "He's currently standing on my coffee table singing 'Teenage Dream.'"
Kurt groaned. "How many times must it take before that curly haired idiot learns that alcohol doesn't go well with him?"
"That," Nick supplied. "I do not have an answer for. But can you do all of us a favor and pick him up. There's no way he can drive now." He hesitated. "To be frank, there's no way any of us can drive now."
"You sound perfectly fine," Kurt bit back, opening the door to Rachel's room and picking up his bag, shaking off the girl's worried glances. He mouthed Drunk Blaine and was met with all three of them nodding in understanding and turning back to the movie.
"Kurt…I'm not wearing any pants. I seem to have misplaced them…"
Kurt shuffled out of Rachel's house and grumbled, "I'm on my way." He hung up on Nick and walked hurriedly to his Navigator. Once inside, he threw his messenger bag in the back seat and sped off to Nick's house.
Forty minutes later, Kurt was parked outside of the Warbler's huge three story house. He tugged his coat on tighter and walked to the front door, ringing the door bell and glancing around the porch. A few seconds later, Kurt was met by a half dressed Nick.
"Wow…you weren't kidding about the pants." Kurt grimaced at Nick's exposed lower half, noticing that his socks weren't the same color. "Is it laundry day?"
Nick giggled and threw his arms around Kurt. "Oh Kurt. I've missed your sense of humor. Why'd you have to go," Nick yawned in Kurt's ear and hugged him tighter, "go, go away?"
Kurt shrugged Nick off and asked, "Where's Blaine?"
Nick grabbed the taller boy's hand and led him inside. "This way!" Kurt looked around as Nick pulled him along, seeing some familiar faces and other's that he didn't know at all. Most of the guys were sitting around, talking and laughing, while others were passed out on the floor or drinking. Nick and Kurt weaved through most of the guys before they finally reached a heavily asleep Blaine, who was stretched out on a sofa.
"Great…just fantastic," Kurt grumbled. He kneeled down to Blaine's side and shook his boyfriend gently. "Blaine? Wake up, Blaine."
Blaine stirred and snored, not batting an eyelash. Kurt shook him again, a bit harder. "Blaine…Blaine, you have to wake up."
This time, Blaine stirred, opening his eyes slowly. "Just five more minutes," he grumbled. Kurt smiled and pressed a feather light kiss to Blaine's forehead, slipping his arms underneath Blaine's chest and turning him over.
"Nope." Kurt lifted Blaine upright. "You can sleep in the car, but we have to get you home."
"Mkayy," Blaine replied sleepily. He got up and swayed dangerously. Kurt slipped an arm around his waist, holding him steady. Blaine leaned his head on Kurt's shoulder before muttering, "Kurt?"
The pair began walking towards the door, slowly so Blaine wouldn't tumble to the floor. "Yes?" Kurt asked, smiling hello to the familiar faces he saw.
"I needa…I needa tell you something." They were almost to the door now.
"What is it Blaine?"
"Kurt…I love you so much. So so so much. But Kurt, you're not going to…you're going to be just not…Kurt."
Kurt could hear the frustration in Blaine's voice. "I don't think I quite understand what you mean, Blaine."
Just as they reached the door, Kurt heard someone calling his name. He turned his head around, not wanting to turn Blaine, but once Kurt saw who had been calling him, he swiveled both himself and Blaine, their backs now facing the door. Kurt narrowed his eyes as Sebastian moved closer to them.
"What?" Kurt spat once Sebastian reached them, not wanting to waste many words on the boy who had attempted to hit on Blaine.
Sebastian grinned and held a hand up to his chest. "Woah, woah, down there kitty. Just think there's something you should see."
"I don't need to see anything from you, actually." With that, Kurt turned himself and Blaine around, walking more swiftly towards his car. Blaine had fallen silent, almost nodding to sleep. Kurt managed to place him in the passenger seat, which was a task proven easy when compared to having to drag a sleeping Blaine out of the car and into his own bedroom not to long later. Kurt tucked Blaine in, who had began to snore on their way up Blaine's staircase, and smiled at the sleeping figure. "Love you, Blaine," Kurt whispered, pressing a kiss onto Blaine's lips lightly.
The next afternoon, Kurt was sitting in across from Blaine at the Lima Bean, holding Blaine's hand discreetly on the table. "So, what do you remember about last night?" Kurt asked as he sipped his coffee.
Blaine's eyebrows furrowed. "Not much, to be truthful. Everything's just kinda blended together. I'm pretty sure if I sit down and really thing about it, I'll remember."
"Do you remember what you were going to tell me? You were saying that there was something I needed to know and I wasn't going to like it. Was it that Sebastian was there?"
Blaine coughed. "You…saw Sebastian?"
Kurt nodded. "He stopped me at the door and we exchanged a few words. Were you aware that he was going to be there?"
Blaine shuffled uncomfortably. "No. Nick hadn't mentioned it. I thought he might show up though. He is a Warbler and Nick said most of the group was going to attend." Blaine leaned back in his chair. "I can't remember though, what it was that I wanted to tell you…" He bit his lip and concentrated, with Kurt watching him intently, until Kurt heard Blaine's phone start to vibrate. Blaine let go of Kurt's hand and reached into his pocket, unlocking the phone. Kurt watched as Blaine tapped away on the screen. Suddenly, Blaine's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.
"Blaine?" Kurt looked at him worriedly. "What is it?"
Blaine didn't answer, but merely kept watching his phone, a blank stare now engulfing his face, his mouth opening and closing slightly.
"Blaine…you're scaring me now. Blaine…" Kurt waved a hand in front of Blaine's face. When he received no response, he reached for Blaine's phone. That's when Blaine reacted, moving his phone against his chest and shaking his head at Kurt.
"No. Kurt, I…I remember what I was going to tell you last night."
Kurt cocked his head curiously. "Who was on the phone Blaine?"
"Kurt, you have to hear me out, okay? I'll tell you who's on the phone but just hear me out first."
"Okay…"
Blaine rubbed his eyes. "I…I messed up yesterday. I shouldn't have been drinking. I don't even know why I did it. The guys made it seem like it wasn't a big deal and I didn't think that we'd be playing for long anyway. I was wrong."
Kurt watched him intently, pursing his lips.
"Kurt…I was sitting on the couch after the game and Sebastian came up to me and we, um, started talking. I didn't even notice when he showed up, must have been half way through the game. He hadn't joined so I didn't know he was there until he sat next to me. Kurt, you have to understand that I didn't see this coming, nor did I want it."
Kurt didn't answer, merely stared. Blaine looks so sad, so apologetic that Kurt just knew. He reached over and snatched Blaine phone out of his hands before Blaine could open his mouth and quickly typed in Blaine's passcode to unlock the phone. "Kurt…" Kurt heard Blaine calling him but noticed that the other boy seemed paralyzed that spot, not even attempting to reach for the phone or fight for it like Rachel had the night before.
Blaine's phone unlocked and Kurt felt as though his heart had been ripped out of his chest and was being stomped on. Though his vision was now blurred by tears, Kurt couldn't look away from Blaine's screen, where Blaine and Sebastian were locked in a heated kiss. Kurt felt his tears tumble down his cheeks and watched as a few of them hit the screen, making the picture disorientated.
Kurt slapped the phone onto the table hard. He closed his eyes and felt more tears leak out. "Judging by that picture, it seems as though you did want it."
"Kurt…" Blaine started, but Kurt pushed his chair away from the table and got up quickly. "Kurt!" Kurt heard Blaine call out to him but he walked out of the coffee shop anyway, not bothering to throw away his cup or look at Blaine.
Kurt was struggling to open his car door when he felt hands on his waist, drawing him away from the Navigator. He struggled against them, muttering, "Let me go."
"Kurt, please. Please just listen to me." Kurt pushed and shoved until he was out of Blaine's arms and could face him.
"No, Blaine, how about you listen to me? This isn't just about the picture and the kiss. You know," Kurt gave out heartless laugh, glaring at Blaine who stood in front of him, looking helpless, "I honestly don't even really blame him for thinking he could do that. For thinking he had a chance with you."
"How can you say that Kurt? You know that I love you."
"I can say that because you know it's true! Hard as you try, you just can't seem to get that people like Sebastian aren't going to shy away when you turn them down politely. If anything, it fuels the damn fire! You're just so damn dapper and so oblivious to people's real intentions! Why couldn't you just be straight with him? Would it really kill you to be rude for once? Even if it was for me? Do I not matter?" Kurt knew he was red with anger, his voice hitting a high octave.
"Of course you matter! I told you everything he and I ever talked about! I told you that I told him that I have a boyfriend, and that I wasn't interested! I told you that I told him that you and I was something I didn't want to mess up! You're the best thing in my life Kurt. You know that. You know that he means nothing to me. Don't you remember what I said to you in the auditorium?"
"What does it matter, Blaine, when you tell him and you tell him and you tell him, yet, he still does what he does! Obviously, there's something that you're not doing correctly or he'd be off your case. That kiss…it doesn't look like you were telling him that you were happily taken." Kurt wrapped his warms around himself, his fingernails digging into his biceps, muscles he had been constantly working on in order to deem himself presentable for Blaine. He felt ashamed of himself.
"I was drunk Kurt! What do you want me to say? I don't even remember what happened really. I'm just…I'm so sorry Kurt." Blaine took a step closer, closing in distance between himself and the taller boy.
Kurt was still crying, tears flowing down his cheeks, staining his shirt. Blaine took another step closer and he was right in front of Kurt, wiping a tear away. He placed his other hand on Kurt's waist and pressed his forehead against Kurt, whispering, "I'm so sorry." Kurt close his eyes as Blaine pressed his lips against his. Blaine was moving hungrily, desperate to deepen the kiss, but Kurt shook his head hurriedly and used a hand to push Blaine away from him. "No. I can't Blaine. I just can't." He took a deep breath and continued. "I thought I could put up with you not throwing off his advances completely but I was wrong."
Blaine dropped his arms to his side. "What are you trying to say, Kurt?" he questioned hoarsely and Kurt felt his heart drop at how defeated he looked. But Kurt, at the same time, wouldn't allow himself to fall back into Blaine's arms.
He moved towards his car door and unlocked it. "I can't…be with you right now," he whispered before jumping into the car. He shoved his keys into the ignition and the engine roared to life. Kurt, still blinded by his tears, managed to back out of the parking space and hurry out of the lot, not even attempting to look back at where he had left his now ex boyfriend.
