Blaine was miserable.
Maybe that wasn't harsh enough. Maybe there wasn't a word in the world to truly describe how he was feeling. His was constantly sick to his stomach, worry filling him at every turn, making him nervous and depressed.
He hadn't told Kurt what happened. He knew he should have, but he couldn't. He couldn't make himself do that. How was he supposed to tell Kurt that he had kissed someone else? Not only that, but that he had liked it?
That one kiss, however brief it had been, had utterly desimated everything he knew about the art of kissing. It took all he had learned with Kurt and ripped it to shred, stomped on it, and showed him what real kissing felt like. It had been better. So much better. Better than he had ever imagined a kiss could be.
He couldn't tell Kurt that. He loved Kurt. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to be with Kurt. When he saw him, everything felt brighter and better, and for a moment he could almost forget what had happened.
At least, until the guilt set in. Then he felt ill and wrong and made excuses to leave.
No matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise, he wanted to see Sebastian again. He wanted to go back to Dalton and kiss him again. He wanted to show himself that that one kiss couldn't ruin everything he had with Kurt, because Sebastian meant nothing to him. He also knew, however, that matters of the heart had nothing to do with his lust filled thoughts involving the new boy. He couldn't go to Dalton. He couldn't be anywhere near him.
He sat inside his car in front of the Lima Bean, telling himself this over and over again. He was supposed to be meeting Kurt, but he hadn't been able to make himself go inside until he got his thoughts together.
He looked across the parking lot at Kurt's empty car and steeled himself, getting out. The small cafe was packed, which seemed unusual, but he knew why as soon as he walked inside.
Karaoke. Almost all the tables were taken up, and there was already someone on stage. He couldn't see around the people standing in the back due to the lack of seating, but he could hear them. It appeared they had just started.
Let me catch my breath.
This is really hard.
If I start to look like I'm sweating
That's 'cause I am.
I'm not good with words.
But that's nothing new.
Still I have to try to explain what I want to do
With you…
With you.
He froze during the small speaking part within the first few verses. How could that even happen? What were the odds?
"Blaine!" he heard from his left. He turned to see Kurt already seated near the back by the front windows. He smiled brightly and waved him over, giving Blaine no option to run out.
He watched the stage as he walked toward Kurt, wincing when he saw Sebastian at least. He had looked amazing in Dalton's uniform, but out of it? It was like all the Gods a man could worship had gotten together to create this guy that would be Blaine's undoing.
Run away with me.
Let me be your ride out of town.
Let me be the place that you hide.
We can make our lives on the go.
Run away with me.
Texas in the summer is cool.
We'll be on the road like Jack Kerouac
Looking back,
Sam, you're ready,
Let's go
Anywhere.
Get the car packed and throw me the key.
Run away with me.
Blaine had just seated himself with Sebastian looked over, catching his eye. A small smile formed, but it didn't last as he continued the song, not taking his eyes off Blaine.
Sam, I know it's fast.
I'm in love with you.
Sam, it's crazy but Sam, I'm crazier for you.
I have these plans.
Sam, I have these plans
Of a house that we build on a bay
When we run away.
He might as well have been replacing 'Sam' with 'Blaine', the way he was looking. Blaine chanced a glance at Kurt, who wasn't even paying attention. Of course.
When the last note faded off, everyone clapped, Kurt included.
"He was really good." he said, sounding impressed. Blaine cursed internally. Who had he angered up in heaven to make life this difficult?
"Yeah. He's great." Blaine agreed uncomfortably. "Um, do you want to get out of here?" he asked after a silent moment.
Kurt looked at him in confusion, but shrugged. "Sure, just give me a minute." he said as he stood up, heading back toward the restrooms.
Almost as soon as his seat was empty and he was out of sight, Sebastian was there. Right across from Blaine, his devilish smile in place.
"Nice to see you again." he said cheekily, amusement lighting his eyes.
"Get away from me." Blaine said immediately, trying his hardest not to even look at him.
Sebastian frowned at that. "That's not a very nice thing to say, Blaine." he told him in a disapproving tone. Blaine said nothing, only spurring him on. "Does he know?" he asked.
"There's nothing to tell him." Blaine replied. This seemed to make Sebastian laugh, though it didn't last. "There isn't. You practically attacked me and I stopped you. End of story." Blaine insisted, but he couldn't tell who he was trying to convince more; himself or Sebastian.
"Maybe he'll believe you, but we both know the truth." he countered. He looked behind Blaine and smiled. "If you want to continue you this later, call me." he said, setting a card on the table before standing up. "Nice to meet you." he added, his tone changing completely.
Blaine looked behind him to see that Kurt was in hearing distance. He picked up the card, folding it in half and sticking it in his pocket as he stood up as well. Sebastian left before Kurt actually reached the table and Blaine wasted no time ushering him out of the door.
He wouldn't call him tonight. He wouldn't even give the card a second look. He'd go home and throw it away. Or maybe he'd set it on fire. Either way, he would not call him.
