First off; this is a little rushed so i've missed bits and bobs out that weren't too important!
Not too sure when i'll next be able to update, i'm so busy with christmas and everything!
I'll try and get the next part to you on let wednesday of thursday!
Thank you everyone that has reviewed, followed, faved- it all means the world!:)
Just so everyone is clear- I DO NOT HATE BLAINE. it's just fun to make him a little mucked up...:p
anyway, the song i used here is Olly Murs- This Song Is About You watch?v=cgsmxVcWNsg
feedback always welcome:)
so yeah... i own nothing sadly...
September 29th 2009.
If i wasn't confused yesterday, then i defiantly am today. There is no way in the good lordy's name that i am going to be able to focus on my math test today considering whenever i think of math, my mind just travels back to Blaine... Blaine. When i said i was confused, what i meant is what the hell are me and Blaine? Pretty sure friends don't have sex, unless they feel something for each other... So does Blaine feel something for me? Or was i just a quick reason for him to just get off? Oh God. I need to talk to someone... There is no way in hell i am talking to my father about this, he'll just give me the 'you matter, Kurt' speech for the 8ooth time this month. Maybe Mercedes will know what to do...
Kurt walked down the hallways, as naturally as possible; very self conscious over the fact there was a burning sensation coming from his rear, God knows how he was going to sit down for 2 hours straight.
"Hey, you!" Mercedes smiled as Kurt placed himself next to her in their 1st period; wincing at the shooting pain of sitting down. "You okay there Kurt, you look like you've just sat on a chair of needles?" She laughed and Kurt looked at her, wide eyed.
"You could say that..." Kurt looked away, trying not to be too obvious.
"Kurt... Is there something you're not telling me?" She narrowed her eyes at the taller boy, trying to read his body language.
"Blaine and I..." Was all Kurt had to say before Mercedes understood. Her jaw dropped and her eyes went wide.
"KURT!" She screamed, cause half the class to look round. The other half were probably asleep. "So what, you're like going out now?" She managed to push her jaw shut and make a whole sentence.
"No, maybe. I don't know!" Kurt sighed and placed his hands on his temple, staring blankly at the table. Mercedes comforted him throughout the lesson and Kurt told her all about, then how he hadn't even spoken to him since it had happened. Kurt decided he was going to skip lunch with everyone. He couldn't deal with having Rachel bang on about how she's better than everyone else. Kurt walked through the half-empty halls of McKinley when he saw a familiar head of curls, heading for the locker room. He knew he'd have him alone in there, he didn't have to deal with a full on argument in the middle of school, so he followed him. When Kurt had reached the locker room, he decided it was a bad idea since Karofsky was already in there. Kurt hid behind a locker, hoping the larger boy would be gone soon.
"Anderson." Karofsky spat. "Didn't see you at football practise last night." He added
"I was busy doing something else." Blaine smirked, not looking up at Karofsky.
"What?" The taller boy paused and looked at Blaine.
"Yeah that's right, i was busy pounding that pretty boy into his mattress." Blaine smirked again. Kurt could feel tears sting his eyes, he tried to hold them back. He was right, he was just a quick shag, Blaine clearly didn't know how much that actually meant to Kurt.
"If you've fucking hurt him Anderson." Karofsky had the boy by his collar, up against one of the lockers.
"Now, now Dave. There's no need to be jealous. It was nothing special." Kurt couldn't help but let out a little sob. Both boy's heads shot round and looked to where Kurt had peered around the locker."Kurt, God. I didn't mean that." Blaine quickly realised what he'd done, he didn't mean to hurt Kurt at all. Truth was, he cared about Kurt more than he should. He had these feelings that wouldn't go away, feelings that he was too embarrassed to tell anyone.
"Save it." Kurt breathed, coming out from behind the heavy metal barrier of lockers. "I was right about you, i tried to tell myself you weren't a cold hearted asshole but hey, look at that; i was wrong again." Kurt added. Karofsky dropped Blaine and stepped back from the pair.
"Kurt, i really, i mean i-i..." Blaine stuttered, for once he was lost for words.
"Oh you know what, don't bother Blaine." Kurt wasn't sure when he'd got this angry. "The annoying thing about all of this is that Karofsky was right. He told me you were bad news but i ignored him, i thought there was something about you that when you were with me, you were different. You were sweet but no, you're just the same fucker you are to everyone else. So thank you Blaine Anderson, thank you for taking my virginity and then making me feel the worse i've ever felt. I hope you can make everyone feel as good as you've made me feel!" Kurt shouted, both of the boys were stood, wide-eyed and jaw dropped, gaping at Kurt.
"Kurt... Why didn't you tell me i was your first?" Blaine near whispered, stepping towards Kurt but Dave placed a hand on his chest, telling him it wasn't safe.
"Because i thought you cared about me." Kurt broke into a sob again. All Blaine wanted to do was scoop him up into his arms and tell him everything would be okay, even though he knew very well it wouldn't. Blaine looked up from Kurt and realised there was a small crowd gathered, Blaine's eyes went even wider, if that was possible. Kurt turned around to see what he was staring at.
"i do." Blaine added, probably not loud enough for him to hear. There was a short silence as Kurt got himself together.
"Well thank you Blaine. Once again, thank you. I'd now like to think that you're done with embarrassing me." Kurt managed to put on his famous bitchy face and turned on his heel and strutted out of the locker room, pushing past the wide eyed crowd.
Thank God today is glee club. Singing about how much i hate someone is the best heart-brake cure ever! I just wish these stares would die down... Kurt Hummel's not a virgin blah blah blah. GET. OVER. IT.
"Mr Shue, i'd like to sing a song." Kurt announced as he strolled in to glee club at least 10 minutes late.
"Oh... Kurt, erm. I was going to go over this week's assignment, but if you feel the need..." Everyone was shifting in their seats, not too sure if they should make eye contact with the taller boy.
"Thank you." Kurt managed to put on a small smile and nodded towards the piano man, just expecting him to know the song his was talking about.
This is my confessional, So here you go, Seems I'm feeling better now, When you hear this play,
Pen and paper, I'm gonna write this down.
Saying things you never thought,
That were on my mind,
Let the truth pour out.
Cause I'm tired of the games.
I won't lie, no I'm not ok.
You were wrong, you're to blame,
Now the world knows your name.
You finally get a song about you on the radio.
Are you happy now that you broke me down.
Now I curse the day that I met you.
I hope you know this song is about you,
This was no mistake, yes I meant to.
I hope you know this song is about you, about you.
This song is about you, yeah, yeah.
Like the weight I had is lifting off my chest.
Should have done this months ago,
If I knew back then it would feel like this.
'Cause you done all the games,
I won't lie, no I'm not ok.
You were wrong, you're to blame.
Now the world knows your name.
So here you go,
You finally get a song about you on the radio.
Are you happy now that you broke me down.
Now I curse the day that I met you.
I hope you know this song is about you,
This was no mistake, yes I meant to.
I hope you know this song is about you.
I hope you feel the same way that I felt that day,
That you let me, yeah you left me.
This is my confessional, So here you go,
Pen and paper, I'm gonna write this down.
You finally get a song about you on the radio.
Are you happy now that you broke me down.
Now I curse the day that I met you.
I hope you know this song is about you,
This was no mistake, yes I meant to.
I hope you know this song is about you, about you,
About you, about you, about you.
This song is about you,
This song is about you, yeah.
This song is about you,
This song is about you.
Little did Kurt know, Blaine heard every word of that.
