A/N: Now I'm sorry I've been gone so long. I'll explain what's going on and what's going to happen at the end of the story. But yeah! Here's another chapter of, in my opinion, my best fanfiction so far.

So Sick

"Hey there."

Rose glanced over from her drawing at the boy with bright blonde hair and tilted her head, smiling. "Hello."

He giggled and held out a hand. "I'm Devin."

"Rose." She replied, shaking the boy's hand.

Wes mock saluted. "So, ready to get to work, sir?"

Blaine shrugged. "I guess. Let's get to it."

Nick grinned and flipped the sign from CLOSED to OPEN. Tension filled the air as Wes and Blaine looked out from the counter. David and Thad continued cleaning instruments. Trent was organizing the last pieces of music, and Nick was walking from the door, sending it glances at times. Then the bells jingled and in walked a stunningly beautiful girl with a man of strong structure on her arm.

"Hello, we saw this was new and wanted to know if you guys have any music for-"

Blaine's eyes widened. "Quinn? Puck?"

Puck rolled his eyes and started chewing on a toothpick. "We actually came for a pit stop. The lady over here plans on going to Paris for a week, then we'll be back home to Cali baby!"

Quinn shook her head at her boyfriend. "Yeah. There's a fashion show in Paris that I got tickets to."

Blaine smiled. "That's great."

Quinn nodded. That was when Puck asked the inevitable question. "Why did you do it Blaine?"

Blaine gave Puck a puzzled look. Puck rolled his eyes and spit out the toothpick. "Kurt said you cheated. Why?"

So he didn't tell the full truth? Blaine shrugged. "I was drunk. I didn't mean to."

Puck nodded and leaned back. "Drinking away sorrows?"

Blaine shrugged again and Quinn gave Puck a stern look before turning her attention back to the boy who was wringing his hands and had his eyes glued to the table in front of him. Quinn gently patted his shoulder. "We should go, Blaine. Puck and I have reservations. But we'll see you around?"

Blaine glanced up and nodded. "Yeah. For sure."

With that they shared smiles and goodbyes as Quinn and Puck left. Blaine stood there, hugging himself and trying desperately hard to keep the pain from stabbing his heart.

"Satan!" Rose cheered and flung herself into Santana's arms. Kurt put a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing.

"Hey there babe!" Santana smiled down at Rose and sent Kurt a glare. Kurt shrugged and walked to the Latina with his arms open. They embraced one another as Rose ran to Brittany. "You teach her the worst of things, Hummel."

Kurt smiled. "I know. It's good to see you."

Santana smiled. "You too. Where's the Disney prince?"

Kurt tolled his eyes. "Sebastian, you mean?"

Santana nodded and walked over to where Brittany sat on the couch, plopping down and grinning as Rose started chasing Lord Tubbington. Kurt crossed his arms and stood by. "I don't know. At work, I suppose."

Santana picked up a glass and drank the dark liquid inside before replying. "Oh Westside Story?"

Kurt nodded. "He's an understudy for Baby John. Didn't I tell you that?"

Santana grinned, "Probably. I forgot."

Brittany stood and walked over to Kurt.

"Kurtie!"

Kurt hugged his friend with a wide smile. "Hey, Britt. How've you been?"

She pulled back and giggled. "Lord Tubbington is preggers!"

Rose blinked and stopped chasing the cat. "Preggers?"

Kurt's eyes widened slightly, but he decided to ignore his daughter and turn to Santana. "Lord Tubbington is pregnant?"

Santana nodded and Brittany sat back down, picking up Rose and sitting the young girl in her lap.

"Lord Tubbington is apparently Lady Tubbington. Britts just refuses to call her or him that."

Kurt nodded understandingly and shifted. He felt so awkward and a bit lost. Sure, Kurt loved Brittany and Santana, but he was just off. Of course, Santana noticed how stiff he was. A dark grin spread on her face. "When was the last time you went out, Hummel?"

Kurt blinked and tilted his head as Santana smoothed out her short blue dress and stood. "Uh, it's been a while, I guess. Why?"

Santana slipped on her heels and blew Brittany a kiss. "Britt, take care of Rose for Kurt and I, okay? We're going to head out for a bit. Kurt needs to learn to relax."

Kurt stood, frozen in place as Brittany nodded. Santana's idea of relaxing didn't always fit his.

"Santana, I don't know about this."

She rolled her eyes and continued walking. It was a little bar, with karaoke and everything. The girl singing up at the moment had a stunning voice, and even more stunning eyes. They were a vibrant purple color. Kurt stared a moment before following Santana. The girl leaned against the bar and sent Kurt a smirk. "I thought you were into guys."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I am. She just had interesting eyes."

Santana glanced over as the girl finished, earning a few claps and drunken wolf-whistles before pulling her blond hair into a high ponytail and walking off the stage. Santana smiled as the girl walked over. Kurt smiled as well, "You have an amazing voice."

Bright purple eyes shot to his, freezing him for a moment. The odd colored eyes softened as the girl blushed and smiled back. "Thanks."

Her voice was soft, almost like a mouse. Santana took up the moment to order three drinks, handing one to the girl.

The girl nodded her thanks and held out a hand for Kurt. "I'm Fiora."

"Kurt." Kurt smiled. Santana cut in. "And I'm Santana. I dragged this guy here so he'd relax some."

Fiora took a sip of her drink and made a face, sitting it down. She then cleared her throat and smiled. "Well you should go sing, Kurt. That's what helps me relax."

Kurt's eyes widened and he shook his head. "No. I…uh, don't sing."

Santana shook her head and stood tall, giving Kurt a shove towards the stage. "Bullshit. You just haven't in a long time. You can sing perfectly."

"Fine," Kurt sighed and started walking to the stage. He looked back at Santana who winked at him before starting a conversation with Fiora. A wolf whistle sounded as he got on the stage and looked through the selections, stopping on one. The music started playing and Santana stopped talking to Fiora, both girls looking up at Kurt on the stage. Kurt took a deep breath.

"I don't sing, Seb. I just…don't."

"You have an awesome voice Kurt. What changed?" Sebastian took Kurt's hand and gave it a squeeze. Kurt gave his friend an incredulous look. "Blaine happened. All that shit happened."

Sebastian sat in silence, letting the words soak in while Kurt pondered if he'd ever want to sing again.

Kurt cleared his throat and went closer to the microphone. "Gotta change my answering machine, now that I'm alone. Cause right now it says that we can't come to the phone. And I know it makes no sense, cause you walked out the door, but it's the only way I hear your voice anymore."

All those stupid memories. The walks in the park with Blaine. Kurt close his eyes to keep tears that threatened to fall from falling. "And I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears. So done with wishing you were still here. Said I'm so sick of love songs, so sad and slow. So why can't I turn off the radio?"

He opened his eyes again, but the scene had changed. It was like he was there, watching everything that happened on that night from a third person stand point. The screaming, the shove, the slap, the decision that changed Kurt's life. It was replaying like a movie. Kurt kept singing, watching the scene with wide eyes.

"Oh leave me alone. Oh. Hey, don't make me think about her smile or having my first child. I'm letting go. Turning off the radio!"

Rose's smiling face passed the vision and Kurt slumped his shoulders. He closed his eyes from the scene and was back in the present, still singing with his voice wavering. He never knew singing could be this strong.

"So sick of love songs, so sad and slow. So why can't I turn off the radio? Why can't I turn off the radio?"

Kurt opened his eyes and glanced over at Santana. People started clapping, a sloppy, drunken wave of clapping. That made it worst. Kurt ran off the stage and over to Santana and Fiora. "Santana, I think I should go."

Fiora gently sat a hand on his shoulder. "Wait. I know we just met, but you seem like an awesome guy. We should hang out sometime?"

Kurt glanced at her. "I'm gay."

She smiled. "I know." Then she handed him a slip of paper with her number on it and sent him a sympathetic smile. She walked back towards the stage. Santana frowned and stood from sitting at the bar. "Let's go, Hummel."

Kurt nodded and let Santana drag him out. Fiora's bright purple eyes flashed through his vision every now and then. And the melody of the song she was singing played through his head, without lyrics, but beautiful all the same.

Song used: So Sick- Ne Yo

A/N: So, I've been having some family issues. Let's just say my father's stupid and doesn't seem to understand how much of a problem he's causing. For himself to be honest. Plus the holidays have been keeping me busy. Anyways, I'm going to pause writing on "Twice Loved Once Broken" because I'm brain dead for that story. I'll post an authors note either in a few minutes or tomorrow. So yeah. Review, PM, anything. What do you think of Fiora? I like the name to be honest. Her name was gonna be Katie, but then I realized a character I'll be introducing in a few chapters was named Randy and they meet Kurt and Rachel. Too coincidental. Yeah! See you guys soon. Am I forgiven? I still love you guys!

~Toxic