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.:I'm Not Gonna Teach Him… Chapter 7… Dizzying Spell:.
"Has anyone heard from Sebastian, or did he have a moment of genius-ness and run off?" Thad asked.
"I don't know, but he better not show up." Trent added.
"Poor Blaine. Has anyone heard from Jeff or Nick on how he's doing?" Wes asked.
"I talked to Nick yesterday and they called Kurt." David answered.
"Do you really think that this is a good time to try to get them together?" Wes asked confused.
"No, but Kurt is the only one who knows how to pull him out of his depression. As much of a mother hen you are, Wes, do you remember that time at camp? Or Jeremiah? Or the time he totally blew an audition?" David recalled.
Wes thought about then nodded.
"Yeah, the only time he bounced back was after the incident with Jeremiah, and what was different? Kurt." Trent said.
"Plus it wouldn't hurt if it helped in our plan to get them back together either." Thad shrugged.
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Blaine lay in bed and held a pillow tightly to his chest. He stared at the wall with nothing on his mind, nothing on his heart. He just lay there frozen in time, but time was still passing by, ticking around him. He felt like he was going insane.
"Blaine?" Jeff asked.
Silence.
"Listen, Blaine, our flight leaves tomorrow and I wanted to talk to you about what we're going to do." Nick spoke through the door.
More silence.
The door creaked open and light flooded the room casting a shadow across the wall. Blaine turned over to face the door. He looked like death. Red eyes were encircled in black skin, placed on a sunken, white, emotionless face that was covered in unruly facial hair, and his eyes were just dead.
"Blaine, sweetie, we called someone who is going to let you stay with them for a little while." Nick whispered, combing his fingers through the tangling curls.
"Who? I don't have anyone else." Blaine whispered so softly it was almost unheard.
"You know you have many friends Blaine-"
"I didn't mean that, but I know Wes and David are rooming, Trent is married, Thad doesn't have the room, and then there's you and Jeff. Who am I staying with?" Blaine explained.
Jeff and Nick shared a look almost regretting their decision.
"Kurt wants you to stay with him." Jeff said.
"What? Are you guys insane? What about Emmet? What about-" Blaine came alive.
"Blaine, Kurt offered. He knows how to take care of you and wants to do it." Nick explained.
"But…"
"It'll be fine. Maybe this will give you a chance to talk to him and get some closure." Jeff offered.
"I don't need closure right now, what I need is something to smash into Sebastian's face." Blaine sneered.
"Well, I'm sure Kurt could help you with that, but there's no time to discuss this anymore. Come on Blainers." Nick grabbed his arm and pulled him from the bed.
"Kurt's here." Jeff announced.
Blaine sighed and let Nick lead him from the room as Jeff tidied up a bit and grabbed his bag.
Blaine walked into the living room and he met Kurt's eyes. He suddenly felt embarrassed at the state he was in as he looked into eyes that he felt were judging him. He jumped as he felt arms circle him and a warmth press into his body. Kurt hugged him and even though something was tugging at the back of his mind saying this was a bad idea he couldn't just leave the boy he stilled loved like this. They sighed into each other as Blaine hugged back. It felt nice and brought back so many fuzzy feelings.
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"Hey baby, what's wrong?"
"I think I miss him."
"Who? Oh, your pussy boy?"
"You know what, shut up. He may have been a pussy boy, but he was different."
"I'll show you different baby." Dave whispered into Sebastian's ear as he pulled him back into his arms and dragged his hands down his chest as he nibbled on the brunette's ear.
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Kurt finally let go of Blaine and smiled at the defeated looking man. He grabbed the suitcase handed off by Jeff and he linked arms with Blaine as they walked to his car downstairs.
"I know this isn't the most ideal situation for you considering… But I promised you that I will always be there for you even if we don't work out and I'm not going back on my word." Kurt said once they were settled in the car.
"Thank you Kurt. You didn't have to do this. After me just leaving and then I come back engaged, and I'm just sorry." Blaine sobbed.
He didn't know what he was talking about. His thoughts were all jumbled and he didn't know where to start or what to say. He just knew he felt guilt towards Kurt and needed to apologize.
"Blaine, it's okay. I forgive you. Right now isn't the time for us though. Let's get over Sebastian, and then maybe we can talk about us. Okay?" Kurt asked.
Blaine nodded, looking down as he wiped his eyes.
"Let's go get some take out and then we'll sprawl out in my living room and watch rom-coms as we pig out on junk food. What do you say?"
"Sounds like the good ol' days." Blaine chuckled through tears.
Kurt's heart melted at the smile that formed on Blaine's lips. This was a good start.
Kurt smiled back and turned over his ignition as he headed for his apartment.
Once there Blaine grabbed his own bag this time and followed Kurt inside and up the stairs. It wasn't the Taj Mahal, but it definitely wasn't a crack house either. Blaine looked around as they stood in front of Kurt's door. When they entered Blaine chuckled.
"What's so funny?" Kurt asked setting his stuff on the counter top.
"Your place looks almost identical to Monica's apartment from Friends." Blaine continued to look around.
"I told you that I really liked that show." Kurt giggled.
Blaine turned and looked at him and time froze like it used to when they looked at each other. Kurt got flustered, he couldn't do this, not now.
"Uh, anyway. The guest room is here." Kurt led him through the living room to the door on the left.
"Thank you again, Kurt."
"Anything for you Blaine." He smiled and turned around to exit the room, closing the door behind him.
Blaine watched him leave sighing once gone.
Kurt leaned against the door and sighed as he asked himself why he is doing this.
The phone rang, and Kurt picked himself from the door and walked over to answer it without thinking.
"Hey Kurt!" Emmet sang happily.
"Fffuuu-" Kurt mouthed, "Hey Emmet."
"You haven't returned any of my calls."
Thank you captain obvious.
"I know, I'm sorry. I've just been super busy with, uh, the new show about to start." Kurt lied.
"Oh, well I miss you. Can I come over tonight?"
"Well, uh."
"Look, if you don't want me to come over then just say so." Emmet snapped.
"No, it's just… Blaine is here." Kurt bit his lips nervously.
"Oh. Why?"
"Sebastian cheated on him, he's depressed, and-"
"Where's his other Gargler buddies?"
"Emmet!" Kurt scolded, "Nick and Jeff are on their trip to the adoption agency. What is your problem with Blaine anyway?"
"He's your ex, and he's staying with you. That's my problem."
"Well, you can get over it because, like you said, he's my ex. I don't even know why it matters. We're not boyfriends Emmet. We've been on a few dates."
"Well, I thought we were. I mean friends don't just date Kurt."
"Look, whatever. I'm sorry you have an issue, but what's done is done. Blaine is staying and that's that." Kurt stood firm.
"Fine. Can I still come over?" Emmet asked.
"If you must." Kurt rolled his eyes.
"I just want to see you again." Emmet softened.
"I'm sorry Emmet. I'm just a little stressed right now." Kurt sighed, rubbing his temple.
"I know baby. Don't worry about it. I'll come over and help. You know I just like you so much and… I don't know I just got jealous." Laughter broke through the phone.
"It's okay. I have to go, but I'll see you tonight?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah. Six?"
"Okay. See you then Em."
Kurt hung up on the phone and sighed again. What did he just get himself into?
Blaine came out of the room and sunk into the couch and Kurt sat next to him.
"Hey."
"Hey yourself." Blaine said.
"How are you feeling?" Kurt asked.
"I don't know, but a lot better now that Niff isn't smothering me with their couple-y cuteness."
Kurt laughed and patted his knee.
"Well, there is definitely no couple-y cuteness here. Though Emmet is coming over for dinner."
"Oh, your boyfriend?" Blaine asked.
"No, just a friend."
"You guys don't seem like 'just friends'." Blaine air quoted.
"Look. I… uh…" Kurt was defeated, "I don't know, but he's coming over tonight so could you please go take a shower? You smell like a dead water buffalo." Kurt commented as he got up and went to the kitchen.
"Your boyfriend's a dead water buffalo." Blaine mumbled.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. I'm just going to take a shower." Blaine jumped up and went to the room.
Kurt smiled as he pulled some menus out from the drawer. He liked having Blaine around. It felt nice.
Blaine stepped into the shower and relished the warm spray pulsating against his body. He didn't wash; he just stood there under the spray, just being. He took a deep breath as he could hear Kurt's flawless voice on the phone ordering from the Chinese place down the street next to his favorite café. He then had a flashback of him and Sebastian at that café and he became lost in his head again.
"Hey. Blaine?" Kurt called through the door making the black hair boy jump.
"Uh., yeah?"
"Um, you've been in there for over an hour. Are you okay?"
"Oh. Uh, sorry. I'll be out in a second."
Kurt stood at the door and heard the water turn off and Blaine getting out from the standing shower. He bit his lip and exited the room. He didn't know why he was so nervous when everything felt comfortable. The little voice in his head answered his question.
You know you still love him, and now he's here and you could have him...
Kurt shook the thoughts, and decided to busy himself with setting the table while he waited for Blaine who came out about ten minutes later looking exhausted and unruly, but better.
"How do you feel?"
"Better. Thank you!" Blaine smiled.
Kurt smiled back and grabbed three glasses from the cupboard and when he turned around he jumped at Blaine's closeness.
"Can I help with anything?" Blaine asked.
"Um, yeah. Will you put the silverware out?"
"Of course."
"They're in the top drawer next to the stove."
Blaine walked over and opened the drawer pulling out all the needed utensils and went to the table to place them. The door bell rang and he turned to watch Kurt sway his hips to the door to pay and get the food. Blaine quickly averted his gaze when he came back towards the table and set out the food in the middle. There was Lo Mein, Kung Pow- Most likely for Emmet- Vegetable Medeley-Kurt's usual- and Egg Rolls, Fried Rice, and Moo Goo Gai Pan- Which shocked him.
"You remember my Chinese order?" Blaine smiled shyly.
"Yeah, well you remembered my coffee order." Kurt flirted back.
They stared at each other the spark flickering back between them.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!
Kurt jumped and glared at the door. He sighed and looked at Blaine briefly before walking to the door and opening it to Emmet.
"Hey baby." Emmet greeted with a kiss.
Kurt turned his head so the kiss landed on his cheek. He gave the man a smile and let him in.
"Emmet, you remember Blaine. Blaine, Emmet." Kurt introduced.
"Yeah. Hey Blaine. How's it going?" Emmet gave a smile and put his hand out.
Blaine accepted it like the gentleman he is and squeezed hard as he shook. Emmet gave a possessive look with his same hard shake giving a silent 'game on.'
"Okay, so dinner is set out. Who's hungry?" Kurt clapped feeling the tension.
The boys looked at Kurt and dropped hands, heading for the dining area. Emmet wrapped his hands around Kurt's waist and kissed his cheek, nuzzling Kurt as they walked to the table. Kurt couldn't help, but giggle. Blaine sighed, and sneered at Emmet, while Kurt slapped the man's arm.
"It looks great!" Emmet commented, "And all of my favorite dishes." Emmet noticed, grabbing the boxes and chopsticks pouring the delicious contents onto his plate.
Kurt and Blaine grabbed their forks and following suit.
"Wha,t do you guys not know how to use chopsticks?" Emmet giggled, mouth full of chicken.
"I do, but I choose to use my own utensils thank you." Kurt answered taking a bite of broccoli.
"How about you Warbler boy?" Emmet nodded to Blaine.
"Uh, yeah, but I much prefer a fork." Blaine smiled.
Emmet rolled his eyes and Kurt looked at Blaine who looked a little hurt at the 'Warbler boy' comment. Kurt patted his knee making the man smile as he looked down at his plate.
The rest of the meal was eaten in silence, and when plates were cleared, Kurt got up to take them to the kitchen.
"Here, let me help you Kurt." Blaine jumped up and grabbed the plates from his hands.
Kurt smiled warmly and grabbed the boxes, clearing the table. Emmet followed, not offering any help, but just watching the two.
"I've got so ice cream, reese cups, and red vines for our movie." Kurt said grabbing the treats and going to the living room to dump them on the coffee table.
"What movie?" Emmet asked.
"I don't know. Blaine's choice."
Blaine smiled and didn't even have to think twice.
"West Side Story."
He loved that musical, and knew Kurt would agree to any musical, and didn't even care about Emmet.
"Nice choice, Blaine." Kurt complimented.
"A musical? Really?" Emmet asked.
"You don't like musicals?" Kurt eyed him suspiciously.
"No, I work in them, I don't enjoy watching them."
Kurt gasped, appalled.
"Well, what do you want to watch?" Blaine asked.
"How about an action movie? Or drama?" Emmet suggested harshly.
"Ew!" Kurt said, "How about 27 Dresses?" Kurt suggested.
"I love that movie!" Blaine jumped.
Emmet rolled his eyes, but went along with it. He wrapped his hands around Kurt again and led him into the living room.
Emmet sat on the couch trying to pull Kurt with him, but with no luck.
"Where's the bags and pillows?" Blaine asked excitedly.
Kurt smiled and ran to the closet to grab three bags, three pillows, and an extra throw blanket.
They moved out the coffee table and set out everything. Emmet looked at them confused.
Blaine put in the movie as Kurt got settled.
"Well come on Em." Kurt waved.
Emmet slipped down and sat on one of the sleeping bags, leaning against the edge of the couch against a pillow and smiled at Kurt. Blaine sat on the other side of Kurt, landing him in the middle, and immediately went for the redvines and reese cups.
"Don't hog the cups Blaine." Kurt laughed.
"Oh, sorry!" Blaine said with a mouthful of chocolate and redvines handing Kurt one of the chocolate cups.
Kurt smiled and took it with a nod of his head. Emmet sat there watching the two feeling like he was losing some sort of battle. He loved Kurt, but could see the look in both their eyes when they interacted. He sighed.
"Do you want one?" Kurt offered some chocolate to Emmet.
"Yeah, here's some redvines, man." Blaine handed him the bag.
Emmet smiled and took some and they all settled in as the movie started.
Kurt leaned on Emmet's shoulder and fell asleep half way through. Blaine smiled at the sight. Kurt never could make it through a movie. As the credits rolled, Emmet turned to Blaine.
"Hey, man I'm sorry if I seemed tense before, but I know you and Kurt have history and-"
"It's cool, dude. I probably would have been the same way."
"I'm going to get him to bed. See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Goodnight. And Emmet?"
Emmet turned to him as he lifted Kurt in his arms.
"Take care of him alright?" Blaine tried to smile sincerely.
"Of course." Emmet smiled and hoisted him up, carrying the sleeping man to his room.
Blaine sighed and cleaned up the living room, restoring it to its former glory before he retired to his own room. He has this feeling in his gut that he can't explain, but whatever he was feeling made him sick and more depressed. He slid out of his jeans and sweater and landed in the bed in his boxers. That night he fell asleep to the wonderful memories of him and Kurt.
In the other room Emmet lay Kurt on the bed and undressed him, tucking him in the covers. Kurt stirred and whined at all of the movement and latched onto Emmet.
"Kurt, sweetie, let's get you to bed." Emmet cooed.
"Don't leave." Kurt whined.
"I don't think it's a good idea-"
"Please?" Kurt pouted.
Emmet smiled and dropped the boy to the pillows and stripped his boxers getting into the bed with him. Kurt instantly latched on and snuggled into his chest.
"Goodnight sweet Kurt."
"Goodnight sweet prince." Kurt mumbled.
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"Where's Kurt? He's late?" Cameron asked Emily.
"Blaine is staying with him and he probably got a little behind this morning." Emily guessed.
"And where's Emmet? We need him since he's the lead." Cameron threw his hands in the air.
"Emmet? Kurt wouldn't… Would he?" Emily asked herself out loud.
"I don't care; just find out where at least one of them is." Cameron grunted before exiting the stage frustrated.
Emily rolled her eyes and got her cell out dialing Kurt.
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"My girl, my girl, my girl. Talking about my girl!"
Kurt groaned rolling over and grabbing his phone.
"Hello?"
"Kurt, where the hell are you?" Emily screeched.
"I'm in bed… Oh my God, what time is it?" He jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom.
"It's time for you to be here and NOW! By the way is Emmet with you?"
Kurt peaked from behind the door cringing when he saw the sleeping man.
"Shit! Yes."
"What do you mean shit? Were you drunk last night?" Emily was angry.
"No, I fell asleep watching a movie and I didn't know he stayed." Kurt face palmed rubbing his forehead feeling a headache coming on.
"Is Blaine there?"
"Shit! Yes. Oh my God… Emily…"
Emily sighed.
"Just get here, get Emmet here, and bring Blaine. I want to meet him."
"Emily, please don't start…" Kurt whined.
"Just get here before Cameron has a fit alright?"
"On my way." Kurt said hanging up.
He grunted and quickly went through his whole morning routine, deciding he was going to skip his shower and breakfast. He tip toed out of the bathroom and his room letting Emmet sleep for a few minutes more.
He opened Blaine's door and sat on the bed. He combed his hair back from his forehead, smiling as Blaine opened his eyes, smiling when he saw Kurt.
"Good morning." Blaine said groggily.
"Good morning. I have to go to work. Do you want to come with?" Kurt asked.
"Sure. What else do I have to do?"
Kurt laughed.
"Well, come on. I'm late." Kurt jumped up and Blaine sat up and stretched following Kurt leaving the room with his eyes.
He then got up and headed to the bathroom to get ready, deciding on a pair of purple jeans, a black shirt, and a yellow bow tie. He quickly shaved, brushed his teeth, got dressed and headed to the living room.
After Kurt left from Blaine's room he went back to get Emmet.
"Hey Emmet?"
"Hm?" The man groaned.
"Emily called and Cameron is pissed that we're late. Come on." Kurt pushed him with a light playful hand.
Emmet rolled over with a smile on his face. Kurt pecked him on the lips and they both got up to get ready, but of course not without the playful touches, kisses, and laughs.
