Part 2 (Kurt's point of veiw)
AN: So this was a concern to one of my reviewers named ChrisColferLover who said : "...I wish you would go into Kurt's psychology a little bit and explain more about why he'd be willing to cheat..."
So I made this chapter in Kurt's point of veiw from the time Santana first kisses Kurt and so on until chapter 3. Some fluff mainly. Some Klaine arguing and fighting but please, hope you enjoy!
Thursday
Me and Blaine were sitting in our usual booth at he Lima Bean. I knew Santana wanted me to kiss him in public, but I was scared that he might get mad or that people would start the harassment again.
"So, Kurt, I was reading up on this amazing place they have in New York. It's called The Skyscraper Museum and basically it's the 'skyline of Lower Manhattan as a backdrop and the panorama of New York harbor at its front door'. I quote from new york pass dot com." He smiled proudly. "Jeff visited once. He says it was pretty extreme. It's on my bucket list to explore it's breath-taking history culture with you." Blaine said, a smug smile played on his lips.
I smiled back.
"So plan: New York is a go?" I asked him, narrowing my eyes in curiosity.
He chuckled. "It's a maybe. But we'll deffinately visit together, realizing that you've had a lot of fun with your friends and not me made me quite jealous." He acted hurt. I laughed.
Blaine was such a charmer, but he could be some-what of a goof ball when it came to jealousy. I know he gets jealous alot. If he tries to be nice, he's actually hurt. If it seems like he's happy, he's probably envious. But who isn't like that nowadays? I loved him and he loved me. I hoped he would be my forever.
I looked over at the door when the bell rang, announcing an arrival. Santana. I pressed my lips together when I saw her look around. I stood up.
"I should get going. My ride's here." I said, cocking my head toward the black-haired girl.
Blaine looked over. "Ah, that's Quinn, right?"
"Santana, actually." I nodded.
"She looks... nice." He said, standing up to get a better look. I smiled at him and looked into his big, hazel eyes.
"You're so beautiful." I whispered. He smiled.
"Oh stop it." His face turned a little pink.
I half smiled and then cupped one of Blaine's cheeks and brought my lips close to his. I froze, but Blaine finished it off by pressing his lips against mine. My lips felt like they went up in a blaze. This felt just as good -maybe even better- then our first kiss because it was public. When we pulled away, Blaine's eyebrows rose.
"Wow..." He said. I chuckled nervously. "I-I..."
"I love you too." I smiled and grabbed my messenger bag and walked toward Santana.
Santana smiled widely at me. I got a bit startled.
"Good job." She says with a wink and patted my shoulder.
My heart beat loud in my chest when she turned to leave. I looked back at Blaine and he smiled at me. I smiled back and went after Santana.
Thursday afternoon
Puck sang "Love and Affection" to Lauren at glee club. Because Lauren couldn't sing, she just watched, and sooner or later, they were kissing in the hallway while all the cheerleaders stood by their lockers, glaring at dissbelief by the couple's display. I wish Blaine was here to share that love with in school...
I turned the combination of my locker and opened it, grabbing my Spanish homework and shutting my locker, I jumped to see Brittany's face staring at me.
"Oh my God!" I shrieked.
"Sorry." She said, looking down at her shoes. She had great taste. Black and red floral, two-inch heels that matched the red rose in her hair and her black and red striped t-shirt ensemble with black overalls.
"What's up?" I asked her, looking at her sad, sad blue eyes.
"I think Santana hates me, and I need advice, knowing you and her are besties now..." She paused to blink.
I raised my eyebrows.
"Should I sing 'Animal' to Artie on Monday?" She asked.
"By Neon Trees?" I asked her, remembering the 'Animal' number me and Blaine did, and then reluctantly remembering my gas-pain faces.
She shook her head. "Ke$ha."
"I don't see why not." I shrugged.
Her eyes suddenly widened as she looked behind me. I turned slightly to see an angry-looking Santana Lopez standing miles away.
"I just hope she can forgive me..." Brittany said softly. She gave me a sad half-smile, "You know, she can make anyone fall for her." She grabbed me into a hug and whispered in my ear: "You're next." And walked away.
I watched her walk away and my eyes widened. What did she mean by that...?
"Dealing with the enemy?" Santana asked, suddenly behind me. I turned around quickly to meet her evil, dark gaze.
"No, she asked if she should sing "Animal" to Artie on Monday. She wanted to know if it would make you mad." I said, a million and one things ran through my mind just then. Could Santana be like a drug of some sort? Like cocaine? Maybe Santana's dangerous... maybe I should stay away...
"By Ke$ha or Neon Trees?" She asked. I snapped out of it.
"Ke$ha." I said sternly.
"Why would it make me mad?"
"She just said 'I hope Santana will forgive me' when you came and then hugged me and left." I shrugged, not mentioning her threat to me.
"I have no idea what's going on in that head of hers." she said quickly and motioned for me to walk ahead of her.
We were in her car now. It smelled of cigars and that new car smell.
She was reluctant to tell me that she had feelings for Brittany. Something clicked in my head just then. Brittany must've been pulled into Santana's spell which made her confess some feelings in which Santana told Brittany she felt the same way which means that Santana wants Brittany to be with her, therefor she has to make it seem like Santana is the only person on earth... that means anything to Brittany in result will be to go out with Santana. It all made scense now.
'I kind of figured that." I said slowly, still regestering all the hints and clues from before.
She suddenly -and violently- pulled into the ditch and started hyperventilating.
"Woah, what?" I shrieked.
"N-nothing... are you the only one who found out?" She looked me wickedly in the eyes. I swallowed hard.
'I'm pretty sure..." I said quietly. "I would never tell anyone about that. You can trust me." I said, and to make her beleive me, I smiled slightly.
She then stared at me some more and suddenly grabbed me into a kiss. I didn't even expect anything to happen. But the kiss felt so... wait! I love Blaine! This is rediculous!
"Hold on a sec!" I screamed into the mesh of our lips.
We pulled away and I could feel my face twist into a horrified glare. Her eyes started to glisten. She suddenly looked more... beautiful...
"Oh my god, Kurt, I'm so sorry." She said, covering her mouth. "Oh god..."
She thumped her head hard against the steering wheel.
"I... forgive you." I said, pulling my eyes away from her face, trying to shake off any hint of attraction toward her.
"Just... forget that ever happened, alright?" She said quickly.
My heart was beating so fast in my chest that I could barely hear her, but as soon as the words registered, I opened my mouth to respond.
"Alright?" she hissed. I took in a deep breath and nodded.
That night I was at Blaine's house. He wouldn't stop sneezing and used about two Kleenex boxes already. I sat on the end of his bed and looked out the window onto the streets.
"Hey, babe, what's wrong?" He asked, crawling over to me and wrapping his arms around me.
"Just... thinking." I admitted.
"About what?" He asked, slowly kissing down my jawline. I closed my eyes and let a little moan escape my lips.
"... Please... you have a cold." I growled deep in my throat.
"Mmmm..." He hummed against my neck. "Pretend I don't have one." He breathed into my skin. I shivered.
Santana flashed accross my mind. The way her full, Latina lips felt against mine. The way our skin contrasted with each other. It was so amazing. These feelings... what did they mean? Was it worth hurting Blaine for?
"I don't want to get sick, Blaine. I have to sing next week." I said, reluctantly getting off his bed.
He just looked at me and then sighed and buried his face in his pillow as he flopped back down.
I pressed my lips together and looked outside again, seeing the faint reflection of my blushed face in the window.
Friday Afternoon
That afternoon at glee club, I didn't see Santana anywhere. I sighed in releif and watched as Quinn sang 'The Way I Am" by Ingrid Michaelson. It reminded me of Blaine... that was his faveourite love song... he sang it to me right after he kissed me in the park one evening. I cringed at the thought but still watched Quinn swiftly sway across the floor and sing her heart out to Sam.
When Sam sang to Quinn, it was a bit surprising. I was usually the only guy who enjoyed singing girl songs, but Sam killed the "When You're Gone' number by Avril Lavigne. I appreciated it, but then again I was furious that another guy was interested in girl songs.
And then, when Quinn and Sam were singing "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz, Santana popped into the room and slithered over to the empty seat next to me.
"What did I miss?" She whispered to me. Her breath smelt strongly of Oreos.
I told her which songs she missed and she nodded, swaying to the rest of their performance and then refusing to clap afterwards, remembering she hated Quinn.
We were at my house for a second time. Santana seemed to like my room a whole lot because she couldn't stop looking around. But something about her facial expressions seemed timid and upset. I needed to find a way to comfort her.
She got up suddenly, hooking up my iPod into the boombox. I saw the password bar pop up and sighed. I got off the bed and walked over to Santana, leaning around her and typing in 'Gaga' as my password. The beat to Lady Gaga's 'Monster" started to play through the speakers.
I saw the small of Santana's bare back. Her skin looked so smoothe. I touched the side of her hip and then wrapped my arm around her when I realized she didn't move.
"The password is 'Gaga'." I said softly into her ear. I just stood there, holding this girl who protected me from bullies (even if it was for a campagne), it was nice. Who loved to sing and dance and feel free on stage -like me. She knew how to dress, she knew how to do the things I don't.
"Kurt...?" She asked in a shakey, unsure voice. I leaned my face closer to her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of strawberries.
She stared at me, eyes wide. Her upper lip twitched and I couldn't help but smile. she looked so different out of school. So much less bitchy and so much more amazing.
"What's wrong?" I asked in a throaty moan.
I needed to do something. I looked at her lips. Shiny and such a perfect shade of pink. Without thought, I pressed my lips against hers.
Saturday Morning
That next morning my dad, Burt, drove me to Blaine's house, offering to bring us to the mall. I told him to just drop me off and go to the car shoppe. Burt did just that, but when I knocked on the door, there was no answer.
"Blaine?" I called, knocking again.
I finally heard a cough and a click as the door creaked open and out came a sick-as-hell Blaine. My eyes widened.
"W-what happened?" I asked.
"Go away or I'll get you sick." He sneezed into his blanket. I lip twitched.
"Let me take care of you." I offered, walking into his home.
"Uh..." Blaine looked behind him and then pushed me out and closed the door behind him. "How about later tonight?" He asked.
I raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was hiding from me.
"Blaine Anderson, you're sick as a dog, let me play nurse." I demanded. He shook his head quickly. "Ah, hiding something from your boyfriend?"
"N-no..." He said, sneezing again, "Listen, my house is... is a mess right now, so come back later okay?"
I sighed.
"Blaine, your house looked perfectly fine from out here, I can see it from the window." I pointed to the large window right next to the front door.
He quickly looked over and then winced. I raised an eyebrow and looked back at the window. An extremely hot, shirtless guy was peering out the window at us. He had dark hair and it was a bit curly, but it was sweft off to the side. He grinned at me and my eyebrows furrowed. I looked at Blaine again. He sniffled and looked woridly at me.
"Oh, I see how it is then..." I said, nodding and turning on my heels to walk away.
"No, Kurt come back!" Blaine said.
"Why? Just so you can humiliate me some more in front of your new boyfriend?" I yelled at him.
He sighed in frustration. "He's not my boyfriend, Kurt! He's my dad's best friend."
"Yeah, so that's why he looks twenty." I rolled my eyes and started to walk away.
"Kurt, I would never lie to you." Blaine said, racing after me in the chilly fall air. I noticed he had no shoes or socks on.
"Blaine! You're going to get even more sick!" I pushed him back onto the porch. "Fine... I beleive you." I lied, looking back at the guy in the window, he was now laying on the couch watching Bugs Bunny cartoons. "I'll see you later."
Blaine sighed in releif. "Thanks. See you later." He smiled at me before entering his house again.
I froze. He didn't even kiss me. Or say he loved me. I frowned and made my way to the Lima Bean.
At least I still had Santana to talk to...