Night and Day

A/N: Hi everyone! Well, I`m trying to keep my updates regular (every other or every three days). By the way, since this is my story, I'm going to give myself a little free advertising! I started another multi-chapter. It has to do with Klaine, amnesia, and yeah. Well, that wasn't too descriptive. But… click on my profile and if you see "I'll Pick up These Broken Pieces Till I'm Bleeding" then you're at the story. Go check it out!

I'm also aware of how short these are! I'm sorry! At least my chapters are over 1000 words now, right? Right…? Anyways. Thank you all for your patience and kindness!

By the way, I'm sort of partly kinda looking for a beta. I'm 50/50 on that, though, because I don't know, I feel that if I could get feedback before the story goes up, it would be nice. But, I'm a little hesitant. Well, if anyone's interested in being my beta, message me. Thanks in advance!

Just wanted to say thank you to PCJC24 for pointing out that the content in the last chapter "could create a really good dynamic where Blaine does some pushing and Kurt pulls away". That was always on the back burner in my mind, but I never really knew how to incorporate it until now! Thank you!

Also, if anyone alerted I haven't been getting any emails from Fanfiction (you know, the ones that tell you when someone reviews and sends you messages and so on and so forth) so I can't do any shout outs here. But, thank you PCJC24 and Jellyfisher2 for your reviews!

I don't own Glee, I'm just borrowing the characters for a little bit. (By the way, LOVED the episode last night!) Sorry for the long AN.

It had been a week since Kurt had kissed Blaine.

It had been a week since he had glanced back longingly at Blaine's retreating silhouette, watching his wings flutter as he strode away quietly.

It had been a week since he'd spoken to Blaine, and he missed him.

Wait, scratch that. He didn't miss him, he was glad to be rid of him. Now he could get boys off his mind and focus on what was really important.

Such as… Kurt racked his brain, thinking. What could possibly be more important to him than finding love? "Friends, and my family, of course," he said out loud as he sat on his bed that evening. The sun was setting, casting a beautiful golden glow in Kurt's stark white room. "Singing—music club, and, er, shopping…"

With a sigh, he gave up and fell back onto his bed, allowing his mind to wander back to Blaine. After seven days of thinking endlessly about his first kiss, Kurt had grudgingly accepted that he liked Blaine. Maybe that was an understatement—he really liked Blaine.

He knew he didn't love him. It was much too soon for that. They'd only known each other for a little more than a week—it would be stupid to fall for someone that quickly. From his limited knowledge of love, Kurt had gathered the fact that rushing into something would only make it end quicker.

But it somehow seemed different with Blaine. The three times Kurt had seen him, he'd always made him feel so much better. With Blaine, Lumière didn't seem so perfect and uninteresting. Let's face it, Kurt's whole world was more meaningful with Blaine in it.

Kurt got up, noticing the sun had set, and opened the window to glance up at the sky.

It was a dark blanket of navy velvet, rich and cold. At first it was empty, but one by one, tiny stars began winking into existence, glimmering like diamonds. It was a picture-perfect sight, just like every night, but this time Kurt's breath caught in his chest. The night sky hadn't ever seemed so beautiful.

"Kurt?"

Kurt glanced around in surprise, startled by what sounded like a voice coming from below him. It was barely light enough for him to see something moving. "Blaine?" he whispered back. "Is that you?"

"Who's Blaine?" There was a moment of silence, and suddenly Finn was hovering in front of his window, looking extremely confused and angry at the same time. The younger man had his arms crossed and was peering suspiciously at Kurt.

"F-Finn!" Kurt gasped, jumping away in surprise. "Er… I didn't say Blaine, I said… uh, Rach, as in Rachel. I was going to ask her if she wanted to go shopping, and so I told her to meet me. I asked Tina to pass on the message, so I don't know if she got it or not."

"You're going shopping this late? It's already dark out. I just stopped by to ask you something quickly. Can I come in?"

Finn didn't wait for an answer as he slipped past Kurt and landed beside his bed.

"So…" Kurt paused awkwardly, watching Finn. "Erm… you wanted to ask something?"

"Yeah." The tall Light bit his lip before the words tumbled out in a rush, "IsawyouwiththeDark."

Kurt frowned, raising an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear a single thing you just said."

"I," Finn took a breath, looking as if he'd freak out anytime soon, "saw you, with the boy… the shorter guy with curly-ish hair, the one with black wings, the Dark!"

Kurt froze, his breath catching once again—but this time it wasn't from happiness, it was from fear. "Wh-what Dark?" he stammered, staring up at Finn.

"C'mon, Kurt, you know," Finn insisted, taking a step closer to him. "I was flying home the afternoon music club was cancelled, and I just passed your house when I saw the Dark flying away from you. It was so loud, it sounded like ripping. Was he hurting you? Do we need to go after him?"

"N-no, no, no," Kurt said quickly, his voice rising up to a bare squeak. "He… he was lost, I was trying to give him directions back to Sombre but I—I've never been there so I don't know how to get in, a-and in the end he just left and I haven't seen him again…"

"Kurt! You talked to him? And you touched him?" Finn's eyes widened comically, and he jumped back from Kurt. "Oh my God! You're not allowed to! What if your dad, or—or Mr. Schue, or any of the other Lights hear about this?"

"They won't, because nothing happened," Kurt cried. All the blood had drained from his face and in the reflection of his mirror, he could see that he was even paler than usual. "All I did was tell him I didn't know directions to Sombre!"

"So you actually talked to him and got up close and personal with him—"

"Finn, that's the only time I have and will ever see him," Kurt protested. "Please? Just drop the subject."

Finn stared at him, and Kurt could feel his gaze going right through him. "Fine," he finally said. "But if I see you with him, there isn't a guarantee I won't tell someone. And you cannot talk to him again! We can't risk anything!"

As the taller boy wordlessly turned and flew out of Kurt's bedroom, Kurt sank down on his bed, limbs trembling. Finn had been so close to finding out.

Well, that was it. He couldn't risk both Blaine and his lives just so that he could chase after a crush. He'd just have to be happy by himself in Lumière, while everyone else enjoyed their happy, loneliness-free, straight lives. And Blaine… he'd just have to deal with it.

But as if on cue, the familiar sound of paper ripping echoed into Kurt's bedroom from outside. Moments, later, an equally familiar voice called out, "Kurt?"

A/N: Well, I had to end it here. I apologize—it was kind of rushed. I wanted to update, since I haven`t been doing a great job lately! Next chapter should be up by Saturday! As always, I'm hoping and praying I'll get enough time to write!

Thank you so, so much for reading!

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