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Break Me

By: xSlythStratasfaction

Warning: Spoilers for 2x12 (Silly Love Songs); this fic is AU with canon tendencies (does that make any sense? Haha!)

When questioned about his reunion with Jeremiah, Blaine didn't say much.

"He just texted me on Saturday and asked if I wanted to talk. I was still feeling bad about getting him fired, so I agreed to meet up and we got some coffee; I apologized, he accepted, and we've decided to be friends."

"And you don't think that it could blossom into something else?"

"At the moment, no, but you never know right?"

"Yeah… right."

Interactions with Blaine died down as well.

For the next week, Blaine was MIA from practically everything. He never met up with Kurt for coffee anymore, he sprinted into Warbler practices just seconds before Wes would slam down his gavel, and he spent every waking moment with his fingers glued to his phone.

It was Jeremiah this and Jeremiah that.

And Kurt just couldn't figure out what was so freaking special about Jeremiah.

"Hey Kurt, are you free this afternoon?"

Kurt continued to unlock the door of the Navigator before turning around to face the other boy. Blaine was bouncing rapidly on his toes, his eyes shining with excitement. Kurt regarded him with a cool gaze, "Yes, I have time for coffee. The question is: do you?"

Blaine's smile faltered as he stepped back from the car, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Take it as you want to take it, Blaine. So are we getting coffee or not?"

"Are you mad at me?"

Kurt noted the sudden lost look that had taken over his friend's eyes. Part of him wanted to back track and apologize for his iciness, but the other part of him wanted to stomp on Blaine's face for being so stupid. "Yes, now hurry up and get in the car before I change my mind and go home."

Blaine quickly hopped into the car and buckled his seatbelt, his eyes burning holes into Kurt as he watched him drive to the Lima Bean. "Can I at least ask what I've done?" He voiced quietly, obviously scared of an outburst.

As soon as those words escaped his lips, a tiny ding rang from somewhere in the Navigator.

"Oh, that's probably Jeremiah!"

Kurt huffed and turned on his blinker, easing the car off the interstate and onto the side of the highway. Blaine pulled his phone from his bag and swiped the screen, reading the message quickly before he turned back to his silent friend. "Something wrong?"

"That's what's wrong," Kurt hissed, gesturing wildly at Blaine's cellphone. "You're always busy with Jeremiah. It's always about him nowadays. If I didn't know any better, I'd say the two of you were dating and you're just not telling me!"

"But it's not like that. Jere says that I'm too-"

"Oh, so he's Jere now?"

"Why are you yelling at me?" Blaine growled out. His voice was low and angry, his emotions bubbling over. Kurt took a quick look at his friend and found Blaine's hazel eyes to be a dark brown - he was getting hostile now.

"I just want to know why-"

"This has to do with us, doesn't it?" An irate laugh escaped from Blaine's lips as he threw his hands into the air. "You're just getting pissy because I told you that I didn't care for you like that. Well, Kurt, me not being friends with Jeremiah isn't going to change that and you know it. I just don't like you like that. You're a great friend and all, but-"

Tears welled in Kurt's eyes as he flicked the blinker back on and tore out onto the interstate. He was driving way too fast and he knew it, but the irrational side of him didn't care - he just kept on driving until he got to the first exit. Blaine had stopped talking by then, taking in Kurt's eerily quiet disposure. Blistering anger seemed to radiate from the other boy and Blaine knew that he had obviously said something way too harsh for his own good.

"Kurt, I'm sor-"

"Shut up. Just shut up."

The Navigator sped back to Dalton, squealing into the parking lot as Kurt slammed on his brakes in front of the residence hall doors.

"Get out," he hissed, eyes staring straight ahead at the steering wheel. He sat ramrod straight, but his entire body was quivering.

"Kurt, I didn't mean-"

"Get the fuck out, Blaine. GET OUT!"

Blaine jumped. He quickly unhooked his seat belt and shot another remorseful glance at his best friend. As he opened his car door, his phone dinged again - another text from Jeremiah.

"Kurt," he paused. He looked at his friend's crumbling façade and frowned, "I'm so sorry. I just… sometimes I don't think before I say anything and-"

"Just leave."

"But-"

"Go," Kurt whispered, his voice sounding watery and choked up. Blaine stared at him for a moment and then shut the car door, watching as the Navigator drove out of sight.

A few miles away, Kurt pulled over on the side of the road and sobbed.

A/N: Okay - numero uno: blinker = turning signal. I didn't know if any of you out there also called those things 'blinkers' but I just thought I'd throw this in there just in case!

Also, I know I said I was gonna update GMS first before I updated this again, but my muse for that story is fighting with this one and the one for this one is winning. Don't worry though, I've got a bit written on the other fic as well so an update for that one should be up soon as well (for those of you who read that one). Anyways, thanks for reading and I appreciate the reviews - please let me know what you thought or what you think/hope will happen in future chapters! Also I will be trying to make the future chapters a little bit longer than these ones, so sorry about the short length of these earlier ones. :]