Soooo…people may not like this chapter. I'm not going to say why….but if you read it you'll find out ;)
"So what are we going to do today?" Finn asked, bouncing into the living room.
"God, Finn, are you going to ask that every day?" Kurt snapped. "Who the hell knows what we're going to do! Find something to amuse yourself!"
Everyone stared at Kurt in shock. Kurt's arms and legs were crossed, and he was glaring back at them.
"Kurt-"
"God, I'm so bored!" Kurt shouted, standing up. "I'm sick of being stuck in this house! I haven't been able to shop in days, and I'm tired of taking cold showers!"
"We could-" Finn started.
"No! We're not doing anything!" Kurt said. "I'm going to go upstairs to my room and entertain myself!"
"Kurt!" Rachel gasped. "That's disgusting!"
"Grow up, Rachel," Kurt snapped as he stomped up the stairs.
There was a deafening silence after Kurt's departure. The three of them just stood there awkwardly, wondering what to do next.
"What's Kurt's problem?" Finn finally asked Blaine.
Blaine shrugged. "He was like that when he woke up."
"Well, go cheer him up," Rachel said. "He's mean when he's grumpy."
Holding back laughter, Blaine went up to Kurt's room. He knocked before slowly opening the door.
"Kurtie?"
"Don't call me that right now, Blaine," Kurt said from the bed. He was lying on his back, a pillow over his face.
"Is something wrong, Kurt?" Blaine asked hesitantly, sitting on the edge of Kurt's bed.
"I'm fine," Kurt said through gritted teeth, throwing the pillow onto the floor.
Blaine grinned. "Kurt, I know you better than that. Now, what's-"
"I said I'm fine, Blaine!" Kurt sat up. "Can you just leave me alone for a little while?"
"Uh…yeah, okay," Blaine said, hearing the hurt in his voice.
Kurt just rolled over on the bed so he was facing away from Blaine. Blaine left Kurt's room, but didn't go back downstairs. He went into the guest room and shut the door quietly behind him.
Blaine sat down on the bed and fell back onto it.
What was Kurt's problem? Had Blaine done something wrong? He thought back to the previous night. They had cuddled all night and fell asleep in each other's arms. Blaine hadn't pressured Kurt to have sex at all. He had, in fact, said 'no' to Kurt a few nights ago.
Kurt's bad mood was causing Blaine to get in a bad mood. He had snapped at Blaine for no reason, but Blaine didn't want to be mad at Kurt unless he had a good reason to be. Maybe he should just march back into Kurt's room and demand to know what had made Kurt so upset.
Then again, Blaine knew how Kurt could be when he was in a bad mood. He knew that marching into Kurt's room would most likely result in getting his head torn off.
But he really wanted to know what Kurt's problem was.
"Look, Kurt," Blaine said, practically kicking Kurt's door open. "I'm not going to leave until you tell me what is bothering you."
Kurt spun around and glared at Blaine, but Blaine was too angry to feel hurt.
"I thought I told you to leave me alone, Blaine," Kurt snarled.
"Did I do something wrong?" Blaine asked, trying to sound calm. He was going to do everything he could not to lose his temper with his boyfriend.
"No," Kurt muttered.
"Then what the hell is wrong!"
Kurt stood up and faced Blaine. Anger flashed in his eyes.
"I have not talked to my father for three days, Blaine! I don't know if he's okay, I don't know when I'll see him again, and I don't have a way to speak to him! I'm sorry if that makes me a little upset!"
Blaine took a deep breath. "Kurt. I'm sure Burt is fine," he said in what he hoped was a soothing voice.
"How do you know!" Kurt shrieked, tears coming to his eyes. He buried his face in his hands.
Blaine went over to Kurt and attempted to put a comforting arm around Kurt's shoulders, but Kurt shrugged it off.
"God, Blaine, stop touching me!" Kurt snapped.
"Kurt-!" Blaine started.
"You're always so touchy-feely! Can you not go one minute without touching me? Jeez, give me some space!"
Blaine stood there, shocked. But then his temper flared again.
"You just told me last night that you were lucky to have a cuddly boyfriend!" he shouted. "What the fuck, Kurt?"
"Blaine, you are constantly clinging to me! I mean, we've had sex practically every other day since our first time! It's like that's all you want to do now!"
"Well, you haven't exactly been complaining, Kurt!" Blaine hissed. "In fact, you've initiated it more often than I have!"
Kurt slapped Blaine across the face-hard. Blaine's hand flew to his burning cheek, his jaw dropped.
Kurt's hands flew to his mouth with a gasp.
"Oh, my God, Blaine," he whispered. "I am so sorry." His anger had seemed to disappear.
Blaine stepped back. "Kurt…I don't want to hear it right now. I just…I can't deal with you right now." He turned and walked out of Kurt's room, still holding his cheek. "I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight."
I'm ending it here *evil laughter*
