Author's Note: Once again, thank you for all the author's alerts and favorites this story is getting. It's amazing opening up my email to all that stuff. You guys are totally awesome. There shall be some more Finn, some angst, some texting. Also, introducing an OC late in to the chapter. You'll see what I mean. Enjoy!
"'There's no need for big plans'
I'll be here when you're ready"
The next day, Blaine was already waiting for Kurt as his locker before first period, a smile plastered on his face that only lit up more when he noticed Kurt coming down the hallway. Kurt clutched the strap of his messenger bag tighter as he approached him. Once they were face to face, there was an awkward pause before Blaine lifted his arms. "Hug?" he asked tentatively.
Kurt nodded and allowed Blaine to wrap his arms securely around his torso, pulling him close. He felt Blaine bury his face onto the crook of his neck. Kurt rested his cheek and jaw on Blaine's shoulder, inhaling a scent that was a mixture of laundry detergent, the lingering scent of the mousse Kurt had forced onto Blaine that allowed Blaine's hair to remain curly, but manageable, a light cologne, and something else that inexplicitly Blaine. Kurt caressed his face against the soft fabric of Blaine's shirt for a few more moments before pulling away slightly. When Kurt attempted to extract himself, Blaine's death grip on Kurt proved to be problematic.
"Blaine?" Kurt called out softly. Blaine's response was attempting to bury his face deeper into Kurt's neck. "You have to let go. Class is going to start soon…"
Kurt heard Blaine mumble something that vaguely sounded like "I don't care. I wanna stay here forever." He smiled at Blaine's stubbornness and stroked the shorter boy's back, giving in. If he had to be honest, he didn't really want to move either.
"HEY KURT!" The boys jumped and Kurt felt Blaine slither his hands away quickly. Finn was speed walking towards the pair, going through is backpack at the same time. Blaine fell back against the locker, his arms crossed. Once Finn was in front of them, he thrust out his closed fist, offering it to Kurt. Kurt stared from Finn's face to the closed fist before stretching out his own hand, a slightly scared look on his face. Finn opened his own hand and a pen dropped into Kurt's hand. "You left that in my room the other day."
Kurt stared at the pen. There was a pause before he wearily said, "Thank you, Finn."
Finn smiled easily at Kurt and patted his shoulder. His eyes snapped toward Blaine and narrowed. "Blaine."
Blaine smiled slightly and offered a small wave. Kurt watched Finn give Blaine a pointed glare and open his mouth. Before Finn could say anything, Kurt lightly shoved Finn aside. "Well, I need to get to class. See you at lunch Finn!"
Blaine leaned up from his stance against the lockers quickly. "I'll walk you."
They left Finn in a hurry, and it wasn't until they turned the corner of the hallway that Blaine spoke. "He knows?"
Kurt bit his lip and nodded. "Yeah. He found out yesterday before you called. He's the only one who knows."
They walked the rest of the way to Kurt's classroom in a heavy silence and Kurt was uneasy by the time they reached the door. Why had Blaine stopped talking? His mood had changed so quickly. One moment, he was buried in Kurt's neck and the next, he was walking at practically an arm's length from Kurt. Even back before they were together, back while they were enrolled in Dalton, Blaine always made a point to have their sides brushing whilst they walked. Was Blaine beginning to think that Kurt wasn't worth waiting for? Or that Kurt was a total bitch for making him wait after Blaine had apologized so many times? Or was he mad over Kurt telling Finn? Blaine had never said that he didn't want people to know. But even if he had, would that have been fair to Kurt? Did Blaine want him to deal with all these mixed emotions by himself? Kurt felt tears prickling in his eyes. He stared pointedly at the floor for a few seconds and realized he didn't have the courage to look Blaine in the face for the fear of what he would see. As he turned to walk into the classroom without a goodbye though, Blaine's arm held him back.
"Where are you going?" Blaine's voice sounded slightly hoarse.
"To class…" Kurt mumbled back, still not looking up.
"Without a goodbye?"
"You didn't seem so keen on talking on our way over here."
There was a slight pause. "Kurt, will you please look at me?"
Kurt struggled but managed to look at Blaine. His eyes were glassy with tears too and Kurt panicked. Was Blaine getting emotional because he realized that he didn't want Kurt anymore and he didn't know how to tell him? Or was Blaine hurt because of something else? Both scenarios made Kurt's heart ache for those hazel eyes that bore into his own.
"I was quiet because I was restraining myself."
"From what?"
"From being your boyfriend."
Kurt gasped a little. Blaine quickly closed some distance between them, so that their bodies were only inches apart. "I hadn't realized how much of a privilege it is to hold your hand as we walk down the hallway or to kiss you or to hold you until this. I'm not allowed to do it anymore. It's hard. It's really hard for me." Blaine breathed in deeply before hesitantly nearing himself to Kurt's face and kissing Kurt's cheek lightly. "I'll see you at lunch."
From: Mercedes
To: Kurt
I'm sick of this! Look you're my best friend Kurt, I want to know what's going on.
From: Rachel
To: Kurt
Kurt, just tell us. We're your friends. We're here for you.
From: Kurt
To: Rachel, Mercedes
How did you guys do that? I got Rachel's message two seconds after getting Mercy's…
From: Mercedes
To: Kurt
Easy. She's right next to me. Now tell us!
From: Kurt
To: Rachel, Mercedes
FINE. Don't…freak out or anything. Blaine and I…hit a rough patch.
From: Rachel
To: Kurt
Define rough patch.
From: Kurt
To: Rachel, Mercedes
Rough, as in he got drunk and kissed Sebastian. Patch, as in we're not together at the moment.
From: Mercedes
To: Kurt
WHAT? He's dead. I'm cutting him. What the heck White Boy?
From: Rachel
To: Kurt
Kurt, why in the world did you keep this from us?
From: Kurt
To: Rachel, Mercedes
Because I didn't want to draw attention to it. We both want to work it out. So there will be no cutting Mercy.
To: Kurt
From: Mercedes
Uh, hell to the no, I wanna cut him.
From: Rachel
To: Kurt
Ignore her, we'll hide her knifes. Kurt, this is serious. You can't go through this alone. I would know.
From: Kurt
To: Rachel, Mercedes
You would know what? If I remember correctly, you cheated on Finn. Not the other way around.
From: Rachel
To: Kurt
That's beside the point! Look at what happened to Finn after that incident with Noah. He was all over the place.
From: Kurt
To: Rachel, Mercedes
Are you implying that I'm going to whore around, like Finn did?
From: Mercedes
To: Kurt
If I can't cut Blaine, can I at least cut her?
From: Rachel
To: Kurt
NO. All I'm saying is that you shouldn't hold all those feelings in. You might regret your actions. I want you to talk to us.
From: Kurt
To: Rachel, Mercedes
No, Mercy. And I know. I want to talk to you guys…
From: Rachel
To: Kurt, Mercedes
Sleepover. Friday. My place. No excuses. Done.
From: Kurt
To: Rachel, Mercedes
Done.
From: Mercedes
To: Kurt, Rachel
And done.
"Hi. Can I ask you a question? I'm new here."
Kurt had his head in his locker, extracting sheet music and other things when he heard the words floating into his ears. The phrase sounded familiar and Kurt struggled until remembering that he himself had spoken those words when he went to spy on Dalton. Smiling to himself, he straightened up, expecting to find Blaine there. "Hey ther-holy ginger…" Kurt stopped in his tracks, eyes wide. A complete stranger stood before him, about his height, looking as though he was a close relative of Ms. Pillsbury.
The ginger scratched his head, cocking it and giving Kurt a curious look. "Uh…yeah. My name's not 'Ginger' actually. It's Cameron." He shot his arm out to offer Kurt his hand. Kurt started at the bare arm, fascinated by the light red hairs that surrounded the length of it and the freckles that were sprinkled on it, before grasping Cameron's hand firmly.
"I'm Kurt." The two boys locked eyes.
"I know." Cameron's hands dropped for a moment before he began to rub his upper arm lightly. As Kurt surveyed him quickly, he thought that Cameron could rival Puck in the body department. Cameron was, bluntly, ripped. His ginger hair had a soft wave to it, almost identical to Patrick Dempsey's usual style. Though his face was freckled, Kurt had to really pay attention to Cameron's skin in order to notice them. He was dressed casually, but in a fashionable way that Kurt could approve of for a guy. Fitted dark washed jeans, a white graphic t-shirt with a forest green jacket slung over his left shoulder. "Mr. Samtal said I could find you here. I just moved here from North Dakota and my calculus class was behind a few lessons. I told him I'd be fine but," Cameron rolled his eyes and breathed out, "he insisted I go over the lessons with someone in the class. He suggested you, saying you're the best one in there."
"Only 'A' in the class," Kurt commented in slightly proud voice, closing his locker door quietly. "Though that's not really saying much, considering the wide range of competition I'm provided with at this school."
"Oh?" Cameron grinned. "Well, I'll you know that I'm fairly good in math myself." He took a step forward, Kurt automatically noticing that Cameron had invaded his bubble. He felt slightly uncomfortable, due to the fact that he barley knew the guy, but not uncomfortable to the point so he'd take a step back. "Maybe you're going to receive some competition now."
Kurt raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Well, I guess we'll just have to see then right?"
Cameron grinned again and Kurt noticed that he looked at the ground for a few moments before meeting his eyes again. This time though, there was something different in those eyes. Something Kurt couldn't place. Before he could really analyze what was happening, he felt someone walking up next to him. He turned his head quickly and saw Blaine standing next to him, wide eyed and a blank look on his face as he studied Cameron.
"Hey Kurt, ready to go?"
Kurt shot Blaine a confused look. "Go?"
"Glee?"
"Oh! Oh…right." Kurt turned back to Cameron. "Do you sing?"
Cameron shook his head and laughed. "Only to my shower head." Kurt laughed along with him.
"Well isn't that a pity!" Blaine's tone was flat. Kurt stopped laughing and turned back to look at him, eyebrows furrowed. "Ready to go Kurt?" Blaine repeated, blinking his eyes rapidly. Kurt noticed that as soon as Blaine said the words, he had put a hand on the small of Kurt's back lightly, and shot Cameron a slight glare.
"It's fine Kurt. I'll see you in class yeah? We'll go over the stuff then." Cameron gave Kurt and Blaine, though Kurt noticed it was mainly directed towards himself, a small salute before turning away to leave.
"Shall we go then?" Kurt asked Blaine, who was looking steadily at the ground. Blaine nodded slightly, and both boys turned to walk towards the choir room. It was strangely silent for a while and Kurt observed that Blaine still had the slight glare plastered on his face. Before they entered the room, Kurt pulled Blaine back. "You want to tell me what's going on?"
Blaine shook his head furiously. "Nothing's going on."
Kurt sighed and crossed his arms. "Blaaaaaine," he whined, effectively getting Blaine to look up at him. Once Blaine's eyes were on him, Kurt pulled on his best pout. "Please?"
Blaine winced and hesitated before giving in. Kurt's inside danced victoriously. "It's nothing…I just didn't really like that guy…"
"Cameron?" Kurt felt confused. Wasn't Cameron new? How had he already made a bad impression on Blaine? "Why?"
Blaine mumbled something unintelligible. Kurt strained his eyes before saying, "Sorry, didn't catch that."
Blaine sighed, clearly frustrated, before speaking up, a lot louder this time. "He was obviously flirting with you."
"Flirting? We were talking about math…"
Blaine huffed. "I watched him watching you before he approached you. And I saw the looks he was giving you while you guys talked. I mean, could he be more obvious?"
"No? Blaine I don't know what you're going on about…" Kurt paused for a moment before a huge grin cracked onto his face. "Unless…were you jealous?"
Blaine's cheeks reddened. "NO. I was not…" Kurt let a small giggle creep out of his lips, loving how flustered Blaine was getting. "FINE. Yes. I was jealous. Extremely, hideously jealous."
Kurt smiled and brushed his own hair back. "There's nothing to be jealous about."
"Yeah? Well, I know I don't have the right to ask you, but I'd prefer if you two kept minimal contact, if only so I can stop having vivid images of me punching his face in." Blaine growled the last part.
Kurt grew somber instantly. "You didn't keep minimal contact with Sebastian, did you?"
Blaine winced. "No. I did say that I acknowledge that I have no right."
"Didn't stop you from saying it. Hypocritical thought, don't you think? It's different once the tables are turned."
Kurt watch Blaine close his eyes and breath deeply. "You're correct, as usual. I hate this feeling. And I hate that I had to put you through it. If I could, I don't know, rent a plane and have it write in the skies how much I love you and how much I miss you, I would. In heartbeat. Quicker than a heartbeat."
Kurt let a little smile fall upon his lips. "You don't need to do that. You don't have to do all these big things all the time to prove how sorry you are. I can see that already. I'm just," Kurt fidgeted. "I'm just not ready to…not be mad anymore. I need a little more time."
Blaine nodded quickly. "That's fine. I told you, take all the time you need. I…I really miss holding you though, Kurt." Blaine whispered, his eyes closed as though he was in pain.
Kurt raised a hand and placed it on Blaine's cheek. "I miss you too. I'm…I'm getting there, I promise."
Blaine enveloped Kurt's hand in his own, shaking a little as he drew Kurt's pale hand towards his lips, kissing Kurt's knuckles lightly. "I'll be here when you're ready."
Author's Note: I know, I know. A lot of you must be really pissed at me making Blaine wait even longer. But look at it, as I am doing, from Kurt's perspective. If this ever happened, not that I'm implying that I want it too, because Klaine is endgame, always will be, I'd HATE it if Kurt went back to Blaine immediately. Not that I wouldn't want it to happen, I just think Kurt respects himself to give himself time to think everything through and all that jazz. So yeah…that's my reasoning. Plus, I got to write Jealous!Blaine. Who doesn't love that? :D Review? They really are golden.