AN: I know it's been a long time since I worked on this particular fic, but I do really enjoy working on it. I hope that others are enjoying it as well =D
Chapter Three
It must be conversations like this that people talk about, you know the once in a lifetime conversations where you stop and wonder how you got to this point, how the universe presented you with such a chance as to make you see how incredibly lucky you are. Very fortunately for me, my conversation with Annabelle isn't one that only comes along once in a lifetime. In fact I have had many many conversations of this nature.
This is such a fortunate time in my life, but I am worried, I'm worried that I might be forgetting about Kurt. I love him so much and I've been neglecting him. It's not fair, if only there was some way of sharing these experiences with him.
Even if I do rise to the height of fame, I don't think it would mean as much if Kurt wasn't there as well. I am actually glad though that Kurt is standing right next to me, able to meet someone who can offer him so much fame. Maybe it's disrespectful to Annabelle, but I don't think there are many times when I would be upset to see a man that I love and cherish so much.
"Kurt?" I ask again, hoping that my surprise and concern is louder than any other emotion.
I love Kurt Hummel, more than anything I want to marry Kurt Hummel, but seeing him like this is a bit of a shock.
My shock only grows as he starts crying, this doesn't make sense to me, Kurt is usually so proud and so strong and he doesn't cry in public. I'm the one who usually cries and I feel bad about it.
I stand and do the only thing I can really think of, the action that my body does naturally when I see Kurt upset. I stand up and wrap my arms around him, hoping that just feeling me there will help him feel better. If there's anything that I am exceedingly proud to show off, it's my passion for this man.
"Kurt, oh baby, baby." I say gently, trying to promise that I won't leave, that he will always have my protection, my love. I don't hate him for crying right now, for making everyone look at us, that would be wrong of me. I don't really understand what is going on, but concern grows inside of me. I just need Kurt to be okay.
"He hardly ever cries," I tell Annabelle as she looks at my sympathetically. I hope that she isn't judging Kurt too harshly, but then again if she is, Kurt will always come first for me. She could judge me on every single part of me and I still wouldn't deny that Kurt is most important. "I think it's best that I take him home. I'm sorry Annabelle but, as June has most likely made you aware o—-"
"Oh, it's fine," Annabelle smiles up at me and I am reminded of how beautiful she is inside and out. June wouldn't have stood for Kurt showing up for this and starting to cry, but Annabelle makes everything a bit better. She understand passion and romance and how those dear, sweet emotions, the sweetest of emotions can be used to create art. "I hope he feels better."
I hope so too, I hate seeing him so upset when I am unable to do anything about it.
"Blaine," Kurt finally says. I know he's trying to get my attention, maybe he feels bad for coming here, guilty to be crying in front of Annabelle. She definitely thinks it's okay, but Kurt is so caught up in his sadness that he hasn't even shook her hand or introduced himself to her. Maybe this is the kind of introduction he wasn't hoping for.
Annabelle reaches her hand out, "It's good to meet you," she smiles kindly, showing an understanding of the situation and maybe even an appreciation for how much I love Kurt and how much that love influences my life. Kurt ignores her, it surprises me, he's never been this rude before, not to someone in the social hierarchy at Annabelle's level.
I watch him nervously, something doesn't seem right here. Kurt doesn't seem right here.
"Blaine, honey, honeybee look at me," he pushes me back a little. It feels strange, Kurt making sure that we really are making eye contact with each other. The idea of how rude Kurt is being leaves my mind for a moment as I finally understand the gravity of this situation. A million questions have entered my mind, popping up as if bubbles in a bathtub. The first among them is about Burt. I just hope that my fiancee has his father in good health. There's a lot that I can do, but healing the sick isn't one of them.
"There's nobody there, we're the only two at the table."
Has Kurt gone insane? There is somebody sitting right across from us, someone that I have been engaged in conversation with for a long time. Why would Kurt say that? It isn't fair, he's lost it, for some reason he's either pretending that Annabelle doesn't exist or maybe he doesn't know what he's saying. Has he been using some kind of drug, sniffing glue, has he entered a drug filled wonderland?
Or maybe what he's saying is driven by emotion, maybe it's a dark feeling and a side of Kurt that I haven't seen yet.
I look across to make sure that Annabelle hasn't left. Maybe I didn't see her give up on me, but she's still there. She's still taking sips of the drink she ordered. She's still as real as she was before and this is offensive behavior coming from Kurt's part. This is a way to trick me.
I look back at him.
"Why are you so jealous?" I ask him. I try to sound nice and kind, obviously Kurt is going through something, but to be this upset because I am getting attention isn't fair. I can't just focus my attention on him because he feels bad that June didn't choose him. I did invite him to sing a duet with me, and I've tried numerous other ways to include him, why isn't any of that good enough for him. Why is he so stubborn?
"You're being rude, Kurt. I don't know why you would make up such a thing."
He looks at me horrified, his breath racing as if he is about to enter a panic attack. I want to calm him down, but it's not fair that he is the one upset, he could have ruined a good thing with his behavior. He doesn't understand, does he? This is my life and he is trying to take out a part of it that could be really really important some day. I mean, what would happen if he broke up with me? What would I have left after that?
"B-Blaine," Kurt chokes again, still continuing to cry and look mortified by the situation. "I'm not…I'm not lying. Please" he seems to beg.
It's the way his eyes and face look so truthful, so honest that catch me off guard. Annabelle finishes her drink and watches me impatiently. Why does Kurt look like he believes this? He doesn't look like his lying or fabricating reality. He looks so completely serious and truthful and…I don't know, but this doesn't look fake.
It has to be though. What kind of fool does he take me for? We've talked many times and she's right here. I mean, there are millions of other lies to tell, why this one?
Then again, there hasn't been a time when Annabelle and I have spoken with a third person. There hasn't been a social media presence and the only way we've communicated is in ways no one else has seen. I don't want to admit that I'm having doubts, but my heart believes Kurt. Maybe there's some way of proving that I'm right.
I look around, everyone has been staring at me and Annabelle since we started talking and that was before Kurt got here. Maybe the reason they are staring is because this isn't real. It could be a dream or maybe I got in an accident and this is a coma that I'm in. Maybe Kurt is by my bedside right now, begging me to open my eyes and return to him.
I need some reminder that I'm right. I reach out and stick my finger in the empty cup in front of Annabelle.
Why is my finger wet? Why does it hurt? What is that feeling of hot liquid surrounding it?
Why is this happening?
