A/N Thank you for all the support for this story. All the follows, favourites and reviews mean a lot. Before you say anything, I would like to say to everyone that my stories always have happy endings, so please don't get too upset by this chapter...
I don't own anything to do with Glee.
Chapter Six
Blaine sat down on the bed, tired and more than a little upset at what he had just walked in on. "I don't really want to talk about Brody right now Kurt..." Blaine told his lover darkly, trying to keep his anger in check. He could feel the tightness of his jaw as he clenched his teeth together to restrain himself from saying anything he might regret later.
"Are you mad at me?" Kurt asked, looking incredulously at Blaine, tying the know of his robe around his waist.
Blaine couldn't help but laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation he found himself in at this currant moment in time. Kurt was standing in front of him, looking bemused, completely oblivious as to why he was angry. "Am I mad? I've just walked in to find my boyfriend in bed with another man." Blaine shook his head, trying to keep the frustrated tears from falling. "Am I mad?..." He muttered again, not believing that Kurt had even asked that question.
"He was stuck here when the snow fell and the floor isn't exactly comfortable so I told him it would be ok to sleep on your side for the night. It's not like you were using it. I didn't think you would mind..." Kurt argued back, starting to look aggravated.
"Wouldn't mind? You know how I feel about Adam. About the fact that you've been spending a ridiculous amount of time with him and now I find him in our bed with you." Blaine spat out, flinging his arms out to the sides in frustration
"Nothing happened Blaine." Kurt hissed out, getting as angry as Blaine felt inside. Blaine was not having it though. Kurt was not entitled to feel anger towards him. Kurt was the one in the wrong, not him. Kurt's ire only seemed to serve as fuel for Blaine, making him see red.
"That's not the point Kurt. It shouldn't even have occurred in the first place." Blaine yelled at Kurt, loudly enough for everyone else in the apartment to hear it.
"Oh I'm sorry that I was trying to be a good host and help out a friend." Kurt mocked Blaine in response.
Blaine sneering and so furious with his boyfriend right at this moment, knew he had to leave. Because he really wanted to hit Kurt right now and that was not a good place to be in. Because Kurt would never forgive him if he hit him, he would never be able to forgive himself either. "Ugh. You know what? I'm not doing this any more." Blaine stood up and stalked out of the apartment, needing to walk to calm himself and clear his head. Otherwise he would do something he would never be able to come back from.
Adam was a little confused about what was going on with the two boys he had left at the apartment. Blaine had looked so furious and yet so hurt, Adam had felt uncomfortable about staying and so had fled as quickly as he could, ending up at NYADA to practise a song he wanted to perform in one of his classes. When he had finished, satisfied with his performance, he was walking round the corner and bumped into precisely one of the two he was trying to avoid in the first place. Surprised at seeing Blaine in the first place Adam couldn't help but stop and converse with him.
"Blaine! I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going..." He stopped when he saw that the small boy looked as though he had cried very recently if the red blotches were anything to go by. "Blaine? What's wrong?"
"Like you care! You're the one ruining my whole relationship!" Blaine shouted at the tall blonde, who's eyes went wide in response. I'm ruining their relationship?
"Whoa, what are you talking about?" Adam asked, genuinely clueless at what was going on.
Blaine gave him as disgusted look as though he didn't believe that Adam was being truthful in his innocence. "Kurt, spending all his time with you and leaving me alone to pine away for him. And don't you dare act like you have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about." The venom in his voice made Adam wince slightly. Adam wasn't the sort of person who liked conflict and this little firecracker was beyond enraged.
"I...I didn't realise, I swear. Blaine, I didn't know how upset you were about me being friends with Kurt." He shook his head, hoping that Blaine would listen to his calm, diplomatic words.
Blaine sighed and slumped his shoulders a little, his eyes rimmed red from unshed tears. "It's not you being friends with him. It's that he likes you... he likes you... and I don't think he's in love with me any more." Blaine starting sobbing quietly and Adam, shocked, pulled the dark haired boy into a hug to comfort him.
"No. No that's not true. He does love you. He does. He talks about you all the time when we're together. Honestly. I'm not making this up." Adam soothed and could hear the sobs decrease, turning into hiccups.
"Then why is he spending all his time with you and not me? It doesn't make any sense..." Blaine whispered out.
Adam thought back to his time with Kurt to see if anything could explain his behaviour towards Blaine, but he came up blank. "I don't know Blaine. Really, I don't. If it makes you feel better, I'll back off for a while. Talk to him though Blaine, tell him how you feel."
"I've tried!" Blaine whined, taking a step back out of hold and sniffing, whilst he got a tissue out of his pocket to blow his nose on.
"Then try again. This won't get sorted till you talk it out amongst yourselves."
"Ok..." Blaine stated in a small voice, giving Adam a wobbly smile. He didn't think Blaine hated him, just that he was upset with Kurt for spending all his time with him. Adam, of course, knew Kurt had been spending quite a lot of time with him, but hadn't realised that Blaine wasn't seeing his boyfriend at all. He wondered what else Kurt was doing when he wasn't with either of them. Because Adam didn't think he was spending that much time with him...
"Good luck." Adam told the curly haired boy in front of him, and he meant it. Very much so.
Adam carried on down the corridors towards the stairs leading down and to the exit. However before he got that far something that he had seen out of the corner of his eyes had made him stop and turn back to look again more closely. Peering into one of the dance studios he saw what he had thought. It was Kurt, doing pirouettes.
"What's shakin bakin?" He called out to his friend, intently watching Kurt's reactions now that he had had that little chat with Blaine. Is Kurt deliberately hurting Blaine? Why? Blaine seems like such a nice guy, and completely besotted with Kurt. Adam couldn't get his head around Kurt's actions.
"Oh hey Adam. Just practising my pirouettes. What's up? You get back home alright?" The chestnut haired boy asked innocently enough, the smile on his face showing that he wasn't too upset about anything in particular. But if they fought why isn't he upset? Blaine looked devastated... What is going on with these two?
"Yes thank you. Can I talk to you for a minute Kurt?" Adam inquired, stepping into the room doubtfully.
"Sure."
Kurt stopped spinning and stood to listen to his friend, Adam thinking up what he wanted to say that wouldn't cause him to get upset. "I think you need to talk to Blaine because he's really upset right now."
"What? Now you're on Blaine's side?" Kurt's brow furrowed and his lips got thinner as a look of pure rage came across his formerly open and friendly features.
Adam held his hands up in a surrender gesture. "I'm not on anyone's side, but I saw him earlier and we got to talking. I didn't even realise how he felt about our friendship. I guess I can see his point though."
"He always makes me out to be the villain of the piece. Always." Kurt barked a laugh, folding his arms over his chest, clearly feeling threatened now.
"Kurt you need to listen to what he has to say. Really listen. Because I think you're actually breaking his heart right now." Adam beseeched his new friend, but Kurt shook his head as though they weren't having this conversation.
"This is crazy. No matter how many times I tell him we are only friends he doesn't believe me." Kurt held his hands out and shrugged his shoulders, looking to Adam for guidance.
"When you spend more time with me than you do with your live in boyfriend, I think something must be wrong. So what is it Kurt? Why are you deliberately hurting Blaine? And don't tell me that you aren't because you know precisely what you are doing to him." Adam bit back, getting frustrated with the slim boy in front of him. Kurt however shut down , his face turning to stone before placing his back to Adam, telling the older boy that the conversation was well and truly over.
"I don't want to talk about it."
Adam was not giving up here. He needed to know the part that he had supposedly played in this lovers quarrel. He didn't relish the idea of being blamed for breaking up two people"Kurt, I'm going to ask you something, and I want you to be completely honest with me."
"What is it?" Kurt sighed, rolled his head around on his head and turned around, looking bored and somewhat tired of this conversation still taking place.
"Do you like me? As more than friends?" The deathly silence that followed the loaded question was palpable. Kurt stood gaping at the senior, clear fearing he had misheard his question. When he saw that Adam was standing expectantly for the answer he stuttered a reply.
"W-what! No... I'm with Blaine."
"Kurt..." Adam warned, knowing Kurt was lying as the small blush of rose pink across his cheeks gave him away.
"Ok, maybe I'm a little attracted to you, but I would never do that to Blaine. Besides, he's attracted to other men too." Kurt spat out, grabbing his bag and starting to stuff his towel and drinks bottle inside, knowing his little dance rehearsal was not going to happen today. He was too mad and upset to concentrate fully on the task at hand.
"Quite possibly, but he hasn't been using them to hurt you, has he?" The older boy stated pointedly.
Kurt, bent over his bag muttered so quietly that the blonde could not hear.
"...Are you sure about that...?"
Adam sighed, walking over the rest of the way to his friend, turning him around gently, his hands on both of Kurt's arms as he looked his friends square in the eyes. "Kurt, what exactly is going on in that pretty little head of yours?"
"Nothing..." Kurt looked away. If he looked at Adam he knew all his fears and jealousy would spill out and he didn't want anyone to know them. Not even Blaine. He had a feeling that Blaine would provoke him into spilling his secrets sooner or later. He hoped it would be later. He did truly love Blaine, it's just that he was hurting too, but no one seemed to see it. Kurt was obviously better at keeping his pain locked inside his heart then Blaine was.
"Fine. You don't need to talk about it to me, but you need to with Blaine." Adam squeezed his shoulders, giving him one last sharp look and left. Kurt finished packing his bag, deciding that need ought to get home...
Santana walked into the apartment in a jolly mood. She was really beginning to feel like she had found home. Sure the streets were dirty, the subways were smelly and there were some parts that should never be visited but Santana really adored New York. It's tall skyscrapers, the hustle and bustle, the amazing shopping. It was heaven for her. As she slid shut the apartment door she noticed Rachel on sofa, reading quietly.
"Well, even though it's dingy outside what with everything having turned to a crappy, grey colour due to the slush and a homeless men with no pants on the subway groping me and then asking me for a dollar, I gots to say, I think I've found my people." she exclaimed in glee as she sauntered over, seating herself next to the petite diva.
"I'm glad you've found your corner of the sky Santana." Rachel drawled and tried to go back to reading her book. Santana wasn't going to let her though. She looked about and listened carefully. It sounded like the coast was pretty much clear. It was time for some girly one on one chat.
"Where are the nauseating couple?" She inquired casually, looking at her nails.
Rachel sighed and closed her book with a thump, glaring at Santana the way only Rachel Berry could. "They're at NYADA. At least I think that's where they both are. I haven't seen Blaine yet today. Kurt said something about him going off in a huff earlier." Santana rolled her eyes. They still hadn't made up yet? She thought that they had had make up sex at the wedding. Clearly not. That must have been the interlude.
"Ah jeez. I thought they'd sorted everything out. What's up now?"
"I have no idea. Kurt didn't say." Rachel shrugged.
"Where's the druggie extraordinare?" Santana questioned the brunette further, a smirk playing on her lips.
"He's not a druggie Santana. Brody is in the shower." She emphasised his name as she looked at Santana tight lipped.
Excellent, with them both out of the way we can have a long overdue chat about her present actions. "Good. Whilst all the male of the species are out we can have a little girly chat."
"About what Santana?"
"About what I found under all the rubbish in the bin in the bathroom and, unless Lady Hummel had been knocked up by our dapper little gentleman, unlikely, I'm pretty sure that stick is yours. Are you going to tell me about it?" Santana didn't think Rachel would, but she gave the girl the chance to talk first before pointing out the blatantly obvious. Which was that Rachel was in deep, deep trouble.
"You had no right..." Rachel's eyes welled up as she wagged a finger at the latina. Good, come on Rachel, blurt it out. Then I can help you. They both jumped when the door to the apartment swung open widely and Blaine staggered through, his eyes red rimmed from earlier bouts of crying. I suppose I'm going to have to talk to Blaine about that too... Oh Boy, why am I the only sane one in here?
"Um, hi... Did I interrupt something...?" Blaine grimaced as he saw Santana nodding her head and giving him shooing motions, telling him to get out.
"No, it's..." Rachel started but was interrupted by Santana.
"Yes, come back in five hobbit."
Blaine looked back out into the corridor and the back to the two girls again, his eyes wide. The raven haired girl could see the gears working in his mind as he figured out what he could do. "O-k. I'll just go to the bakery then..." they both watched Blaine turn around abruptly and leave, Rachel with fear in her eyes, and Santana purpose.
"Now, where were we?"
"I can't believe you Santana. It's none of your business!" The smaller girl screeched. She had been hoping that Blaine would stay but he was distinctly more afraid of Santana's wrath then he was of Rachel's.
"Come on Berry, you can talk to me. I'm here for you." When Rachel looked the other girl in the eyes she broke down, not able to contain her fears any longer. What was she going to do? She couldn't raise a baby, not now. She had a career that she wanted to get going. This was not the time for families. Not to mention the lack of funds, the time the she would need to invest in a child and the stability of her relationship with Brody. She wasn't entirely sure she loved him even. Santana, seeing the girl sobbing, terrified, a look of genuine concern came over her face as she pulled Rachel into a hug, comforting her friend in her time of need. A few minutes later she heard the door open, as quietly as it could, twisting around to see Blaine hesitantly come back, padding his way over with some bakery products.
"Hey guys. Here Rach. Thought you could do with this..." Blaine softly told the girl as he sat on the coffee table opposite them both, holding out a bag for her.
"You know, don't you?" She asked him.
"Don't be mad at Tan, she was really worried and she wanted to know what to do. I haven't said anything to anyone. Not even Kurt, ok?" Blaine produced a tissue from his pocket for Rachel to take and she dabbed her eyes with it, giving her friend a wobbly smile in return.
"Thanks..."
"You're welcome Rach." He gave her a hug before leaving them both, knowing Rachel needed her privacy and he knew he could definitely use some for himself...
The small curly, dark haired boy, laid on his bed, tapping his fingers listlessly on his chest. Thinking. Ever thinking. He couldn't understand what was going on with Kurt at all. Nostalgia bought him back to that very first moment that he laid eyes on Kurt for the first time ever. So many thoughts had rushed through his mind, none of which had been 'he's the one'. But now Blaine knew with a certainty that he was. So why was Kurt sabotaging it. Did he not feel the same way? Blaine couldn't even contemplate that being the case because if it was, why did the older Blaine disappear. Why did it feel so right to be with Kurt. Why was Kurt the only constant thought running through his mind? Could the world and fates be so cruel that it would tease him so? If so, then it really was a cruel and unusual world they lived in. he didn't know how long he lay there, in between fits of sobs and dry spells, waiting for his one true love to return. When he finally heard the curtain being drawn back he sat up, giving Kurt one of the saddest looks he had ever had the displeasure of seeing.
"You're back." He called out simply.
Kurt gave him a cold glance in return, causing shivers to run down Blaine's spine. "Yes, why? Did you think I would be with Adam? Well, not now that you've ruined my friendship with him, no. He came to me today, telling me to talk to you. To listen to what you have to say. So, here I am, speak." his boyfriend folded his arms across his chest giving Blaine his best bitch glare and Blaine felt the bubbles of fury surface from inside him.
"Don't Kurt. Don't play the martyr card. You've purposefully been hurting me by using him to make me jealous. Just admit it, you like him, don't you? You'd rather be with him then me?" He bit his lips together inside his mouth to stop the tears from betraying his feelings to Kurt. He needed to stay strong in this conversation if he was going to get anywhere in it.
"What? You're crazy Blaine. He and I are friends. Friends! And like you can talk anyway. You're such a hypocrite." Kurt spat out the last words, fuming, his eyes looking like they were blue flames.
Blaine sat agog. What the hell did Kurt mean? He wasn't aware that he had been doing anything to hurt Kurt. At least not deliberately. "A hypocrite?" he questioned his lover, disbelief written across his face.
"You and Sam, Blaine. Or should I say Blam? Admit it Blaine, you're in love with Sam." Kurt spoke these words slowly and carefully and it was like an arrow being driven into his heart with each word. Blaine had had a small crush on Sam, many years ago to him at least. He didn't even think of Sam as a viable man any longer. They were brother now. In everything but blood.
"What? Sam's my best friend. He's like a brother to me. I don't feel that way about him. I love you." Blaine implored Kurt. Where had this all come from? Kurt had never even mentioned it before. He was stunned to say the least.
"Which is why you have personal jokes, and sleepovers, and if Sam's upset he takes priority over your boyfriend, and Skype calls that last for hours on end, and if he calls you because he needs help you'll just drop everything and go straight to him, no questions asked. Of course you're not in love with him." Blaine's mouth gaped open. He had done so much for Kurt, been there through so much. But in the end, this was what he thought of him? That he was a cheat and a liar. How the hell am I supposed to convince him otherwise? He's obviously made his mind up already...
"After everything that I have done for you, to save you Kurt, how could you even say that? I love you more than anything. I can't believe you're saying this. So you spent all this time with Adam, to make me jealous and hurt me because you think, for some crazy reason, that I'm in love with Sam." Blaine was trying to wrap his head around it all. Had he really done all these things? Had he really made Kurt think that he was in love with someone else?
"That's right, because you deserve to know exactly how you've been making me feel. It's time to choose Blaine. Me or him. Because I'm not putting up with it any longer." Kurt screamed at him, giving his boyfriend the ultimate ultimatum. Blaine reeled at the words. He was going to make him choose. Well, he was not going to have any part of it.
"This is insane. I've done everything for you Kurt. Everything. How could you do this to me? To us? How could you ask me to choose between you and my best friend? Who's practically like a brother to me. I would never ask you to choose between me and Finn." Blaine spat out, his eyes filling with tears.
"But Finn is my brother Blaine and I'm not in love with him." Kurt yelled. Blaine knew the other were all hearing this now. His own voice had raised beyond belief and Kurt was probably louder than a plane landing about now.
Blaine, so angry couldn't help the next words escape from his lips and regretted them as soon as they had left. "There was a time when you were."
"That is way off topic and I can't believe you even bought that up." Blaine closed his eyes briefly. The snarling monster standing in front of him was not the Kurt he had once known. Where his Kurt had gone to, he didn't know, but he was lost to Blaine for the time being. A stabbing pain filled his chest, and a huge lump claimed his throat. When he opened his eyes once again, the sorrow emanating from them was indescribable.
"After all that I've done. You still don't trust me..." Blaine whispered out choking on his own words. That truth hurt more than all the other words combined. He made to go out to the bathroom, his only thought was that he needed to get home. To comfort and support. Kurt placed a song onto his iPod dock, turning it up to maximum volume. Blaine could see out of the corner of his eyes that both the girls and Brody were all sitting in uncomfortable silence in the living room, Santana's eyes shining with unshed tears. She knew precisely what Blaine was about to do. Kurt launched into the song with quickness and ease.
Hoh, hoh, hoh, ho-oh-oh-ho,
Hoh, hoh, hoh, ho-oh-oh
Did I wake you? Were you sleeping? Were you still in bed?
Or is a nightmare keeping you up instead?
Oh baby are you feeling guilty for what you did?
If you think you're hurting, you ain't seen nothing yet
Was it really worth it?
Was he everything you were looking for?
Feel like a man
I hope you know you can't come back
'Cause all we had is broken like shattered glass
You're gonna see me in my dreams tonight
My face is gonna haunt you all the time
I promise that you gonna want me back
When you world falls apart like shattered glass
Glass, glass, glass, glass
Blaine shoved all his bathroom products into his wash bag in record time, the tears pouring down his face as he listened to the cruel words coming out of Kurt's mouth. Once done he whipped back to the bedroom, getting his suitcase out and shoving anything inside, not caring what it was. When all his drawers were empty he shoved the wash bag on top, then proceeded to fill his satchel with his laptop, iPod and all his other essentials, with a book last of all. When Blaine had become fed up of Kurt's words he switched off the song with haste, flinging his boyfriends iPod across the room in a rage and began to sing his own song in response.
I remember when it all first began
We were tight right from the start
It wasn't long before you came on strong
Trying hard to win my heart
I played hard to get but I couldn't help
Giving up my heart in the end
You were thoughtful
Careful not to hurt the relationship
What happened to those days?
When you you used to be so compassionate
Caring what I thought and said
So attentive gentleman
Now it's hard to turn your head
Away from the TV set
Taking me for granted lately
And frankly, it's gotta quit
I feel under appreciated
Now girls help me out
If you know what I'm talking about
I said
I feeling under appreciated
For all the time and effort
I have put in this commitment
Kurt's fury was beyond belief as Blaine started in on his own song in response. I'll give you under appreciated. Kurt picked up one of the cushions on his vintage flea market chairs and flung it at Blaine head on, screaming incoherently at the boy as he did so.
"Go on, get out. Go back to your lovers arms! I never want to see you again!" He swung around singing poisonously back at the boy with his original song.
Are you having trouble focusing throughout the day?
Do you find yourself still calling my name?
Do you wish you could rewind time and take it back?
I bet you realised he ain't half the man I am
Blaine, sobbing now freely, took his coat off the rack and placed his feet into the shoes he had left by the door. He turned one last time determined to have the final word.
Back to the beginning, to the very beginning
When our love was something new
Back when romance was important
Not just another thing to do
I was feeling high on loving life
Thought I'd never come back down
Now it seems that you and me
Have lost our solid ground
Half the time I realise
I seem to give more than I get
Funny how things seem to change
After a few years commitment
Was it really worth it?
I feel under appreciated
Was he everything you were looking for?
Feel like a man
I'm feeling under appreciated
I hope you know you can't come back
'Cause all we had is broken like shattered glass
I'm need those days back
I'm feeling under appreciated
L-l-like glass
Glass
Glass
I feel under appreciated
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
With that, Blaine stomped out, suitcase trailing behind him, his satchel on his shoulder and sobs wracking his entire body. He needed to get home now, more than he could ever say...
A/N Songs used: Shattered Glass by Britney Spears
Under appreciated by Christina Aguilera
