Part 6: Blaine's POV
No one even seemed to notice me as I watched Kurt and Elliot kiss. I'd never felt more invisible, and more angry. They were flaunting it, and it was disgusting.
I still can't believe Kurt broke up with me, and he found another boyfriend before I did. I knew this would happen. Elliot stole my soulmate from me, and Kurt kept lying to me about it. He must've poisoned Elliot's mind.
I saw the two of them walking out, hand in hand, and that's when I bolted for them. I had to win Kurt back. I could do it. I'd remind him that he was my soulmate, and that Elliot would never love him the way I could. Elliot was probably just trying to take advantage of Kurt.
Before I got out the door though, Santana, Brittany, and that Dani girl stopped me.
"You look like you're in a hurry, Hobbit. What, do you need to apply 10 more jugs of hair gel to make it even slimier?" Santana asked.
I glared. "Santana, I really don't have time for this. I need to talk to Kurt."
I tried to walk around them, but Santana grabbed me. "I don't think so, Helmet Hair."
Dani chimed in, "Blaine, you've got to let it go. Kurt's happy. I could be trying to break up Santana and Brittany, but-"
I interrupted, "Not the same thing. Kurt is my soulmate. I am not going to let him run off with some glitter rock vampire without putting up a fight."
Brittany responded, "But Kurt's actually happy. He found another unicorn, and they're enjoying each other."
I raised my eyebrows. Mostly at the bit about the unicorns. I shook my head, and I tried to shake Santana off. She wouldn't let go.
"If you fuck this up for Kurt, I will go Lima Heights Adjacent on you. No amount of Dalton Fight Club could save you from what you learn when you grew up in Lima Heights."
I rolled my eyes. "I am not gonna hit a girl. But I am not gonna let you keep me here any longer."
And that's when Santana slapped me. And it hurt.
"Ow!" I screamed.
I think I caught Brittany giving Santana a look, which I'm confident is the only reason she said, "Sorry. Snix came out for a second. But seriously, let it go, because if you fuck with Kurt, you are fucking with my family, which means I will fuck with you."
I walked around her, and tried to leave, but then Brittany, alone, chased me down.
"Blaine Warbler!" she shouted as she tried to catch up with me on the street. I stopped, to let her catch up. It was too late for me to catch up with Kurt anyway.
"Can I ask you something?" She said to me.
I shrugged. "Whatever.
"When was the last time you and Kurt were actually happy together? Like, really happy. Both of you"
I paused to think about it. "I think it was when I proposed to him. I was so excited to make him my finance."
Brittany was silent. "Blaine, you need to know, he didn't want to say yes."
I raised my eyebrows. "What are you talking about?"
She looked concerned. "Blaine, he was going to say no. I talked to him, right when Santana and I came back. We were playing truth or dare, and Rachel asked Kurt what his biggest regret was. And he said he regretted getting engaged right now. He just felt really pressured to say yes there with the whole club and the Warblers and the dear school who he didn't even know you knew."
I snapped, "You're lying. Or you misunderstood. That's a really stupid thing to say. I saw him, and he looked happy."
I saw Brittany's eyes getting watery. "I'm not stupid, Blaine Warbler. I'm trying to help you, by telling you that he was only with you because he didn't know how to say no. Maybe you could be happier with someone who actually wants to be with you. But, with how you're acting, I don't think anyone would."
She stormed back to NYADA, to find Santana, I guess. I didn't have the energy to try to talk to her, or apologize.
As I walked away, I thought about Kurt singing to Elliot. He never serenaded me, except for the time he did that Whitney number in Glee Club, but that was years ago now. Not once since.
Maybe Brittany had a point. But I needed to get back at them somehow. How could I do that. . .?
Part 7: Kurt's POV.
Elliot and I walked hand-in-hand, away from NYADA, although I wasn't sure where we were going. We didn't really say anything, but I squeezed his hand as we strolled to wherever we were going. His hand felt strong.
It's funny, to think that by the end of my sophomore year at NYADA, instead of walking home with Blaine, I was walking home with someone so different than him. I never pictured myself being into guys that wore eyeliner or who were into rock music. We seemed so different, but none of that was as important as having someone who really supported me.
I began to steer him in the direction of a boutique, but he stopped. "Where're you going?" he asked playfully.
"I wanted to check out the new collection-"
He shook his head. "I've got plans for you, Mr. Hummel," he told me as he leaded me straight.
A surprise? What was he talking about?
We were walking a long time, and I noticed Elliot checked his phone a couple of times. Every time he asked who he was texting, he would tell me it was a part of the surprise.
We finally ended up at his loft. He opened the door, and I was greeted to decorations (cheaply done, and not as well as I would've done it), and all of my friends and a few of Elliot's jumped out.
The banner near the kitchen said, "Congrats Kurt!" And when I looked over there, I saw my dad and Carol.
That's when I got really excited. "Dad! Carole!" I ran over and hugged them. I hadn't really talked to my dad since I was in the hospital, and I hadn't seen Carole in an even longer time, and I missed them. "What're you guys doing here?" I asked.
My dad replied, "Well, your friend Elliot told us a few months ago that you were being featured in a showcase, and that we should see you. You were great, by the way,"
I raised my eyebrows. "I didn't know you saw me!"
Carole nodded. "Well, Elliot also told us that he was throwing a surprise party for you after the showcase, and that we should tell you how fantastic you were then. You were fantastic, Kurt."
I hugged both of them, tightly. I knew they had other things to worry about than seeing my showcase, but having them there meant so much to me.
I turned back to Elliot, and hugged him. "You did all this?" I asked.
He shrugged, once I let him go. "Well, our walk was really long so the girls could have time to get the cake, and to help you dad and stepmom get to my place. But, it was my idea."
I really wanted to kiss Elliot again, for being so thoughtful, so I whispered, "I haven't told them I broke up with Blaine yet, and it's not a conversation I'm ready to have with them yet. But I owe you a kiss later." For now, I just kissed him on the cheek.
"Deal," he replied.
I noticed they had a karaoke machine set up. "Elliot, we have to do a song. I've got the perfect one."
I selected the song, and as Elliot watched me select it, he grinned. "Lady Gaga, huh?"
I smiled. "I've always felt a connection to Gaga's ideals of self-expression, and it is how we met."
So, together, we did a duet to "Edge of Glory", which our small audience loved. This was easier to do than "If I Fell", since I wasn't nervous about Elliot accepting my offer to date anymore. For once, everything felt like it was going right, and I'd never been happier.
Part 8: Elliot's POV.
After we did a duet, Rachel ended up taking the microphone, making it clear that she would be singing for the rest of the night. How she wasn't tired of singing after having to sing Funny Girl every day, I have no idea.
Kurt was in the bathroom, when I went to talk to Kurt's parents. I was really nervous, meeting the parents.
They were mostly talking to themselves while sipping on some of the champagne I'd gotten just for them. They seemed like they were in a good mood.
"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Hummel," I greeted them, hand outstretched.
Kurt's father cocked his head. "You can call us Burt and Carole, right honey?" he asked her as he shook my hand. His handshake was firm, but friendly.
Carole nodded. "You're a friend of Kurt's. You don't need to be so formal."
I smiled. "Ok, Burt. Carole. I just wanted to properly introduce myself to you guys."
Burt smiled. "Thanks for inviting us. Kurt keeps his life such a secret, so we were happy to see him do something so great. I still don't know who he was singing to."
It was hard for me not to just burst out, "It was me!", but I told Kurt we'd keep our dating on the down-low until he could talk to his parents about ending the engagement.
Carole replied, "Probably Blaine. Those boys only know how to sing their feelings."
I bit my lip, to keep myself from correcting them.
Burt asked, "Hey, where is Blaine anyway?"
If I bit my lip any harder, it would start to bleed.
Burt noticed my silence. "Did something happen?"
"You. . .need to ask Kurt about that," I told him.
I had to turn away before they started asking more questions. They seemed to be casual, and just go on with their conversation though.
Part 9: Blaine's POV
I went home, to find it completely empty. It's weird-I thought Sam was going to be back, but I hadn't seen him.
I decided to text him, because I needed to vent about seeing Kurt and that trash Elliot Starchild together.
Where are you? I sent.
I quickly got a reply.
Dude, srry. Having a party at his frend Eliot's place 4 Kurt. Didn't want to make u mad by talking about it.
I texted back furiously.
Sam, I need you here. I'm having a really bad day. Come back ASAP.
Sam replied: Srry man. We can talk after.
I was getting exasperated. I couldn't even get my supposed best friend to hang out with me anymore.
Well, I knew where Kurt and Elliot were now, and I had some choice words for the both of them.
Part 10: Kurt's POV
I was casually dancing with Elliot while Rachel was belting out "Eye of the Tiger" (we had to ban her from doing Funny Girl, and recently she had been more interested in older rock songs). When I noticed Dad and Carol weren't looking, I pulled him closer to me, and tried to dance as sexily as I could to Eye of the Tiger. He chuckled, but Elliot still seemed into it.
That was, until the door opened. I heard it, but I didn't look to see who it was. Elliot saw, however, and that was enough to provide me with an educated guess to who it was. That, and I heard my dad shout, "Blaine! We were wondering where you were."
When I heard the name, I cringed. Blaine hadn't taken me breaking up with him well, and we hadn't spoken since it happened. Well, because I changed my phone number. He did obsessively text me for a while, but it did become overwhelming.
I turned to see him. Instead of approaching me, he walked over to my parents. I made a beeline, to at least minimize whatever damage he might do.
It was weird, standing near him again. Any of the butterflies or joy I used to have standing near him didn't seem to be happening anymore. It was actually uncomfortable, being close to him now.
He put on a happy face, even though I knew he probably wanted to scream at me.
"Hello Burt, Carol. Well, I have to say, this is a nice party. I would've been here sooner, except I didn't know there was a party," He told them.
Fuck, I thought.
I saw my dad's face wrinkle in confusion. Carol also appeared to be baffled by what was happening.
"Really? How'd that happen? Did Elliot forget to tell you?" Burt asked.
I sighed. I needed to just spit it out. "Well, dad, Blaine and I aren't together anymore."
I saw my dad still looked confused. "But you're engaged. In love. I thought you guys were soul mates."
Blaine interjected, "It's funny, because I still think we are soul mates. Look, Kurt," he held my hand. "I'll forgive you for leaving me for that glitter rock vampire, if you just take me back. I'll make you breakfast in bed, and every time we're together, even when we're old, we'll be each other's teenage dreams."
I yanked my hand back. "Blaine, NO." I said forcefully. "We've been broken up for a few months now. I'm not that scared little boy you met on the Dalton staircase anymore. I'm an adult, and I know what I want. That isn't you, anymore."
Blaine shook his head. His fists clenched. And he stormed off, and moved towards Elliot.
I wanted to see what Blaine was going to do now, but my dad stopped me.
"Why didn't you tell us, Kurt?" He was trying to be firm, but I could tell he was hurt that I had shut him out.
"Well. . .you wanted me to marry him, right? I didn't want to disappoint you, I guess." It was a relief to have it come out.
Carole shook her head. "Honey, we want you to be happy. We thought Blaine was making you happy."
I shook my head. "Not for a long time. I just didn't want to be alone."
My dad said, "So, who is glitter rock vampire? New boyfriend already? How much else have you not told me."
I knew dad was not going to like Elliot, at least not as my boyfriend. Unlike Blaine, Elliot didn't care about sports. Elliot could fluctuate between being masculine and being feminine, which my dad does not understand, in anyone that isn't me. All the eyeliner would probably would turn him off.
"Uh. . .well. . .Elliot and I have been flirting for a while, and I asked him out on a date today," I told them. "We aren't boyfriends, but he's really been here for me and I really care about him."
Dad raised his eyebrows. "Isn't he a little old for you?"
I rolled my eyes. "Dad, he's 26. I'm 20, almost 21. He's not that much older than me."
He shrugged. "Yeah, I know you're an adult now, but I'm always going to worry about you." He hugged me, and I hugged him back, glad that all went better than I would've ever expected.
Part 11: Elliot's POV
We were having a great time, until Blaine came in. How did he find out about this? I wanted to kick him out, but he and Kurt were talking to his parents, so I figured I needed to let Kurt handle his loose canon of an ex-boyfriend.
The blonde friend, Sam, came up to me. "Uh, this is awkward. I told Blaine I was here, but I didn't think he'd show up. Sorry, bro."
I shook my head. "It's fine. No worries."
I was chatting with my friend Aaron when Blaine stormed towards me.
"Starchild? What are you doing, stealing Kurt from me, and brainwashing him into believing that we aren't perfect for each other? Also, who is this guy?" He motioned towards my friend Aaron. "Is this your side fuck?" Blaine asked.
Aaron gave me a glance. I'd told him about Blaine, and his expression was mostly just amused at this character.
I was more annoyed. "I don't want to talk to you. Leave, now." I told him.
He moved close to my face, "Kurt will be on that alter, next to me, and not you. I will win him back."
I rolled my eyes. He was more annoying, like one of those yappy small dogs, than actually threatening, at this point.
"You are so high school. Now go."
Blaine was getting pissed off that I wasn't reacting. So, he surprised me a little, and punched me in the stomach.
It actually did hurt, some. I've endured worse injuries though. Aaron pulled him off of me, but before Aaron could escort Blaine out of my apartment, I ended up punching him back.
Blaine fell to the ground.
Aaron glared at me. Yeah, I didn't make a habit of punching people, but I wasn't going to let him get away with doing that.
I leaned down to him. "Unless you want me to do that again, I suggest you leave, and never come back."
Aaron grabbed his arm, and helped Blaine leave the apartment. I heard Santana cheer somewhere in the room, but I didn't really feel victorious anymore.
