The next morning, Kurt woke up alone. Again. Jeff had left their dorm way earlier, not just because Kurt refused to wake up at his normal time. Why is Jeff avoiding me? Kurt sat up, sighing to himself as realization dawned on him. Oh, right. I kind of pushed him away. He stood up and couldn't shake the feelings he'd been having as soon as Blaine stormed off the day before. Well I guess I'd better get used to it. Seems as if nobody wants me, and now I know exactly when it started. I wasn't the one who said 'if you want me to go away forever.' Blaine suggested the forever part. I just said go away. Only someone who wants to get rid of me that fast would say 'forever.'
Kurt was honestly too out of it and depressed to even fix his hair at all. His uniform was lazily put on, no sight of cologne on him, and didn't even bother with his moisturizing routine. Instead, he got changed half-heartedly and walked tiredly out the door with his bag hanging on his shoulder. No one would care, anyway. Hell, people didn't even recognize he was alive except for Jeff because he was his roommate, and when they did role call in Warbler practice. So, really, there was no point to looking presentable. Blaine just proved that no one trustworthy would ever stay in Kurt's life. And if someone seemed to stay for a while, they would soon escape just like Blaine had. Because Kurt chased him away. Kurt confessed his feelings and made things awkward with Blaine. It was all Kurt's doing. Kurt was just a terrifying person.
"Mr. Hummel? Mr. Hummel?" Kurt's homeroom teacher called as the rest of the students looked around for the always early Kurt Hummel.
Kurt lazily stepped inside. "I'm here, sorry," He tried to sound strong, though his voice was full of depression and sadness. It made Blaine's heart break, even though he was clearly instructed to not let it get to him. Kurt looked around quickly for an empty seat and only found one next to none other than Blaine Anderson, the cause for Kurt's giving up on life.
Blaine gasped quietly as he realized Kurt was heading for the seat beside him because there were no other seats available. He moved his books over to give Kurt additional space, and because he didn't want Kurt interacting with him.
"You best not be late again or else I'll have to assign you detention, Kurt," Mr. Criss warned him.
Kurt nodded and tilted his head downward as he opened his notebook up to a clean piece and wrote the date. Blaine noticed how unsure he was and how shaky his hand was. He remembered that one of Kurt's amazing qualities was that no matter what pressure could be put on him, there was truly nothing that could make him literally wobble and fall over. Blaine couldn't keep his mind of wondering what it was that could be troubling Kurt.
"Now, the pages you are to complete are on the board. You are going to share the textbook on your desk with your partner and work together to answer each and every question on each of the ten pages, you may begin. I better not hear any other conversations than school work," Mr. Criss instructed.
"But isn't this homeroom?" Nick asked confusedly and turned to Jeff who only raised an eye brow as if to say 'yeah, he has a point.'
"Oh, the announcements will be announcing it right before the bell rings. You're staying in homeroom all day because all the other teachers have a teacher convention to attend, so looks like you'll be spending the day here. I hope you picked a good partner."
Kurt looked at Blaine for a split millisecond and gasped as his eyes widened, he turned back to Mr. Criss in hopes that Blaine hadn't noticed. Of course he did, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of panic crashing into him. I can't ignore him all day. He scanned the room as an idea plotted in his mind. Wes is absent. Free day? He tried to decide whether this was a good idea or not. Well, I can keep a secret, can't i?
Kurt's hands were practically collapsing as he opened up to the designated page. While most partners turned to each other and began laughing and talking, Kurt winced as Blaine's hand accidentally touched his own and he began answering the problems like a pro and was up to number 7 in a matter of minutes. Astonished, Blaine squinted his eyes and turned sideways to Kurt. Kurt must have felt his penetrating stare, because he slowly lifted his head to see Blaine and swallowed hard, not being able to make out words at that moment. Luckily, Blaine seemed to have something planned out and began to speak as Kurt looked more and more uncomfortable by the second.
"Since when did you get so good at calculus?" Blaine asked curiously.
Kurt's face flushed as he knew it wasn't a real compliment, but it was just the thrilling sound of Blaine's voice talking nicely to him that sent chills down his spine. "I-I…uh, t-tutor."
Blaine's face fell. "Oh," He said quietly, turning to his own notebook that was untouched. He replaced me. I was replaced. Why would he replace me? And he was doing so much better than when I was tutoring him. Blaine laughed as he remembered why. Oh, yeah. We'd just end up talking about Vogue or how funny Wes and his gavel would look if they dated.
Kurt noticed Blaine's laughing and turned to him, an eye brow raised as he tried to turn on his usual charm, but failed with his unsteadiness kicked in. His voice sounded so small and broken as he tried to talk casually. "What?"
"Nothing, just, uh, funny memory. That's all," Blaine attempted to cover up.
"Oh," Kurt sighed, returning to his work.
It was about another 20 minutes of an awkward silence at their desks. Everyone else in the class seemed to be having fun, and Kurt was mentally beating himself up for not coming earlier and choosing a desk next to someone he could actually freely communicate with, even though he'd probably just end up breaking down and causing a scene.
Blaine hesitantly broke the silence. "So, for number six, do you understand how to use pem—"
"Don't, Blaine," Kurt closed his eyes in frustration and sighed, picking up his pencil once again and returning to his work in which he was already practically finished with.
"Don't do what?" Blaine asked, eye brows furrowed with confusion.
"You don't have to talk to me, Blaine. I know how pissed you are and I honestly have to say that I screwed up myself, and if you're holding a grudge on me, do it. Don't talk just today and forget about it tomorrow because that would only lead to both of us having a fogged up mind," Kurt explained.
Blaine's heart fell as he heard how desperate and incredibly upset Kurt sounded. Blaine frowned, wanting to object and say 'no, I want to' or 'our fight was stupid, why don't we go for coffee after school' or 'I love you, Kurt.' Blaine jumped. Whoa! When did I ever want to tell him I loved him? Must be an 'as a brother' type of thing.
"Did I scare you?" Kurt asked. He normally would have sounded amused, but this time he sounded utterly frightened.
"Oh, no, just another memory," Blaine lied.
Kurt nodded and Blaine started trying to balance the pencil on his nose as Kurt actually did work. Kurt would occasionally glance at Blaine and chuckle slowly so it would be somewhat unnoticeable even though he was sure Blaine probably noticed a little at some point.
"Am I amusing you?" Blaine asked with that same goofy smile he always had on his face.
Kurt looked up and blushed; ducking his head into his book as he violently shook his head 'no.'
Blaine laughed and put his lips so close to Kurt's ear that Kurt winced and tried to move away. Blaine noticed and only moved in closer, whispering, "Your shirt is ripped, by the way."
Kurt looked down wide-eyed and gasped, holding out the hole. He raised his hand and grinned as he did so. Why is he smiling? Blaine thought.
Kurt shook his hand a little, quietly saying "Mr. Criss?" As a signal that he needed something. Kurt's grin became bigger when he realized what this could do. Not only will I be able to get out of this boring class to change my shirt, but I'll avoid Blaine. Avoiding Blaine! Who knew it could be this easy?
"Yes, Mr. Hummel?" Mr. Criss asked, sounding bored and annoyed.
"C-Can I please return to my dorm to change my shirt? It seems I have a hole."
Mr. Criss narrowed his eyes. "I don't trust you won't skip. I need a volunteer; a trustworthy student to accompany Kurt as he replaces his shirt?"
Several hands shot up in the air and Kurt swallowed. Thank gosh Blaine most likely wouldn't be volunteering.
"I will!" Jeff screamed.
"No, pick me!" Nick teased.
"Kurt obviously loves me more," Trent joked, sticking his tongue out at the other two boys.
"Oh yeah, that's why Kurt hangs out with me the most!" David sarcastically said.
"Go ahead, ask Kurt who he likes better. You'd hear my name," Thad said with a huge smile.
"Um," Mr. Criss interrupted the group bicker. "I'd much rather choose a polite student who doesn't constantly call out."
Kurt looked at Jeff with an apologetic glance saying 'I'm sorry, I was out of line yesterday. Please forgive me?' Fortunately, Jeff's eyes stared back with a look that said 'It's okay, it get it. We all have bad days; don't sweat it.'
"Hmm, let's see…Blaine! Why don't you go join Kurt since you're sitting there oh so patiently?" Mr. Criss asked, and Blaine and Kurt both shared uneasy glances.
"I-I don't think that's such a good idea, Mr. Cr—" Kurt started.
"Do you want to change your shirt or not?" Mr. Criss asked, very annoyed.
Kurt sighed and stood up and walked out of the room. He walked very slowly so it wasn't obvious he was waiting for Blaine, but he didn't want to leave him on the other side of the school. Blaine ran up to Kurt and accidentally stepped a little too close and Kurt flinched at Blaine's warm breath on the side of his face. Blaine's mouth formed an 'o' shape when he realized exactly what happened and Kurt blushed. Kurt began walking incredibly fast—too fast for Blaine to catch up.
"Kurt, wait!" Blaine yelled as he walked as fast as he could without starting to run.
Kurt closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He turned to see Blaine finally catching up.
"Yes?"
"Criss told me to stay with you," Blaine started.
Kurt thought of a response as he realized Blaine's statement could be taken more than one way. "Well you've been doing a terrible job all day."
Blaine looked confused. "What's that supposed to mean?" Oh no, don't tell me he's starting with me again.
"Remember how you claimed that I said 'go away forever'?"
"Um, yeah?"
"It wasn't me."
"Excuse me?"
"It wasn't me, Blaine. I asked if you could leave and you said 'if you really want me to go away forever.' That was uncalled for. So, I came to the conclusion that only someone who really wants me out of their life that badly would suggest that, so fine. You want me to leave so bad? I will."
"You won't walk away from me, Kurt."
Kurt raised his eye brows and took a step back. "And why not?"
"Because of…what you told me the other day. The thing that started this all…"
"You don't think I'll leave?"
Blaine sighed. "Honestly? No."
Kurt narrowed his eyes and stepped very close to Blaine so their faces were merely inches apart. "Watch me," He whispered and turned around, swinging his hips as he did. He couldn't not have a pep in his step as he finally showed Blaine whose boss! I won't let him control me like this, as Priscilla Renae once said, 'trying to control me like some kind of Barbie, but that just ain't me.'
All Blaine could do was just stand there, motionless. Did he really just…How could he have…He thinks he can… Blaine suddenly remembered what he had to do and walked slowly behind Kurt, not making his presence noticeable.
"I don't get it," Blaine eventually spoke as they were pretty close to Kurt's dorm.
"Hmm?" Kurt perched an eye brow.
"I don't get it. Just a few days ago you were head over heels for me, and now you don't want to look at me."
"People can change, Blaine," Kurt snapped but surprisingly enough with a calmer tone than the one he had used on Jeff.
Kurt opened up the door to his dorm and Blaine walked in reluctantly. He inhaled Kurt's angelic scent, missing it dearly. Kurt walked at his normal pace to his side of the walk-in closet and pulled out a blazer and a clean, detergent smelling tie. Blaine took a step by the closet and breathed in that scent as well, once again, missing the way Kurt always seemed to smell. Kurt noticed and gave him a disgusted look. Blaine blushed and turned away. Kurt chuckled softly, loving when Blaine was embarrassed. Why did Blaine just sniff my clothes? Oh gosh, I should wash them.
"Fine," Kurt whispered as he threw the blazer and tie onto his messy bed.
"Problem?" Blaine asked, sounding annoyed since he'd just been standing there awkwardly without making conversation.
"You're sniffing it, I should wash them."
Blaine's eyes shot open wide. "Oh, no, Kurt! It was just…I-I, um, it smelled like—really good…"
Kurt laughed. "Oh, okay."
Kurt picked up his blazer, then suddenly realized he couldn't put that one on top, and set it back down. He lifted up his shirt enough to show his full stomach and Blaine gasped. Kurt blushed and threw his shirt back down.
"Blaine?"
"Y-yes?" Blaine nervouslystuttered. You just looked so hot right now.
"Mind turning around? Unless you'd like to see the loch ness monster," Kurt joked.
"O-oh, right, s-sorry Kurt," Blaine turned around, face-palming himself for staring so openly like that. Trust me, Kurt, you are far from ugly.
Kurt slipped his blazer off, neatly folding it and placing it on top of his messy bed. He took his time putting on the new uniform, forgetting that Blaine was standing there. He looked around the room and spotted Blaine and hurried to tell him he could turn around.
"Oh crap, you're still here…" Kurt muttered. "You can turn around now, I don't look as bad anymore."
Blaine didn't smile because he hated when beautiful people put themselves down. You didn't look bad in the first place. "Oh, okay."
Blaine turned around and could barelylook Kurt in the eye. He couldn't keep his mind from daydreaming. If only he were cast in the school play as the princess and I was the prince… I could sweep him away on my horse and then kiss those beautiful lips and run my fingers through his hair… Why did I just have a little fantasy of him? This is Kurt, your best friend, not boyfriend.
"—aine? Blaine?" Kurt was calling.
"Huh?" Blaine asked, eyes finally focusing onto reality.
"You were daydreaming or something because your pupils dilated…"
Blaine blushed and went to open up the door. Right when he was about to put his hand on the door knob, Kurt called him.
"Blaine! Can you please do my tie for me? I usually have Jeff help me because these blazers are far too tight."
Blaine sighed and walked over, plastering a smile on his face. Of course, now of all times I have to get exceedingly close to Kurt. "Sure thing."
Kurt handed him his tie and allowed Blaine's body to be centimeters away from his own. He's lucky this isn't as painful for him as it is for me not to kiss him right now, Kurt thought.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's neck and began fiddling with the tie to set it into place. Kurt wiggled and Blaine frowned. "Kurt, if you want me to do this right, you have to stop moving."
Kurt sighed and his eye brows furrowed. "Right, I'm sorry, I just get nervous when—" When I get so close to you like this. "When people wrap their arms around me to fix my tie."
"Why are you nervous? Doesn't Jeff do this all the time?"
"That doesn't mean I feel any less uncomfortable."
Kurt wasn't even trying to lead Blaine on or anything. He was just acting natural. No matter who came with him, he was going to ask someone for help. Blaine couldn't help but gape when Kurt tilted his head back so he was staring at the ceiling and his neck was completely exposed.
"Kurt?"
"Yeah, what happened?"
"Why are you um—" Looking so freaking hot. "Staring at the ceiling?"
"It makes me feel less awkward when I have to look at your face when your this close. Would you prefer to have our lips almost touching?"
"I-uh, um—"
"Exactly, Blaine. You're not my friend, I'm not yours. It's better this way."
Blaine swallowed hard. "Who said you weren't my friend?"
"You did when you suggested you should leave forever."
Blaine's eyes told how much that was a lie and he could see that now. He may not like Kurt the way Kurt liked him, but that's okay because they'd still have their friendship. Now if only he could go back in time…
"Blaine?"
"Huh, what?"
"You kind of left your arms wrapped around my neck…"
Blaine took in his surroundings. He wasn't on stage, kissing Kurt passionately while riding on a fancy horse. He was in Kurt's room fixing his tie. Well, he was supposed to be. Instead, his hands were on Kurt's already fixed tie and just around his neck. The temptation to just lean in and kiss him with all his might was becoming too much to bear. He leaned in; prepared to do it. He can do this.
Kurt sighed and waited for Blaine to be finished fixing his tie. What he didn't expect was for Blaine's lips to touch his jaw. Twice. Blaine kissed Kurt's jaw passionately, then he pulled back and went in for another kiss. Kurt was frozen. He didn't know if he should join in and kiss Blaine back like he'd been wanting to do since forever, or he should give Blaine a taste of his own medicine. So, Blaine was obviously attracted to him, but he needed to know what it felt like to be rejected. Like Kurt had said the other day, anyone Blaine wanted—he got them. He needs to know what it's like, he wants to be a songwriter? Perfect material.
Blaine went in once again, not even noticing Kurt getting stiff because he was against what Blaine was doing.
"B-Blaine?" Kurt stuttered.
Blaine froze, realizing exactly what he just did. I'm so stupid! "Y-Yes, Kurt?"
"Wh-what are you d-doing?"
"I-I really don't know…"
"What the hell are you doing, Blaine? It seems to me like you just freely kissed my jaw! Three freaking times, Blaine!" Kurt screamed, throwing Blaine's arms off of his shoulders.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, Kurt, I just—the temptation, it was too much—"
"No, Blaine, that wasn't temptation. You know what temptation is? Having you date almost every gay person from Dalton and McKinley! And you didn't once date me! You dated everyone, Blaine! And then you think you can just come here and kiss me because you feel like it? It doesn't work that way, Blaine! You can't have every person in the world just because you may think you're hot!"
"Kurt, I'm so sorry—"
"You disgust me," Kurt yelled, slamming the door and running back to the classroom.
A/N: I forgot to say, the last chapter: The whole 'Jeff is naked' thing isn't mine, i took the joke from the show F.R.I.E.N.D.S. I'm so sorry, i forgot to say that!
Finally, Blaine kissed Kurt (even if it wasn't on the lips) and the story is going to build off of that as well! :D
Please review, it means the world to me and gives me inspiration to write and update faster! :]
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