Chapter 2
Kurt turned on his car, ready to start the drive.
"Could we stop at my house first? Please, I need to change my clothes, I feel so last season" asked Kurt.
"Sure, just don't take to long," laughed Blaine. He knew it took Kurt hours picking out his outfit, and especially tonight, on their romantic dinner.
The drive to Kurt's house was awkwardly silent. They didn't even hold hands, which they usually did. Blaine was nervous, and he didn't even know why.
"Hey, Blaine, are you okay?" asked Kurt.
"…Uh-yeah, why?" he responded.
"Because I can sense when you're not. What's wrong?"
Blaine was silent. He started breathing heavily.
Kurt tried to console him, "C'mon Blaine, it's okay. You know you can tell me anything."
Blaine sighed, "It's Sebastian."
Kurt tried not to twitch his face so much. "What about Sebastian?"
"I forgot about it, but we had a date planned for today-I'm so sorry, Kurt"
But Kurt cut him off, "A date, really, Blaine? I thought I was your boyfriend…"
"You are, I'm sorry. It's just that I forgot to tell you. Don't worry I'll cancel with Sebastian and we can go."
"No." Kurt said coldly.
"What?" Blaine's face went red.
"I'm tired of this."
"Of what?"
"And you still dare to ask?" Kurt was getting angrier every second. "I'm tired of you forgetting about me. I'm tried of you avoiding me. I'm tired of you putting Sebastian over us."
Blaine hadn't realized he was acting like that. "I'm sorry, Kurt. I really am." His eyes started to water, his mouth slowly frowned. He was almost at the verge of tears.
They had gotten to Kurt's house. But Kurt had enough. "Go, Blaine, just go."
The other boy next to him just stared and his mouth slowly opened. "But—"
"But nothing, Blaine! You heard me! Go, leave!"
Dressed in a bowtie, striped blue and white sweater, Blaine didn't know what to do. He opened the door of the car, a drop of salt water dripped slowly down his face onto the pavement. He walked north, to his house, but he turned back. He saw Kurt wasn't there anymore. He was walking to his house.
Kurt was trying to ignore the pain his brow, but couldn't do it. He, too, abruptly turned to his left. A bush blocked him, but he could still see Blaine. He was heaving, heavily. Kurt had the urge to run and hug him tightly. He hated seeing Blaine sad, and especially crying. He'd never seen him cry.
