It can't be that hard, right? Forcing yourself to fall for someone else? It's been done before, and who knows? Maybe Blaine will meet someone amazing and he won't have to force himself to love them. As he continuously repeated that to himself, Blaine set off to a coffee shop near Dalton.
The bell dinged and Blaine had to hold his finger to his ear to ease the pain. Is it even legal to make sounds that loud? On top of that, it was ridiculously busy there; baristas yelling left and right, people laughing and talking loudly on the phone, and apparently some people were having an argument in the corner. I'm thankful I haven't been here before. Who could put up with this crap daily?
"SIR! May. I. Help. You. Sir?" The barista rolled her eyes and asked impatiently.
"Uh, yeah, sorry. Could I get a medium drip and a croissant?"
"Sure, whatever, that'll be—SUSANNE, STOP TRYING TO MACK ON THAT POOR HOBBIT AND GET BACK TO MAKING COFFEES- $3.50."
Startled a little by her attitude and choice of words, he whipped out his wallet and handed the barista the money and went to stand by the other side of the counter top and wait for his breakfast. While waiting, he couldn't help but overhear the argument between some guy and his girlfriend in the corner.
"You what? Did it a second time and didn't bother to tell me?" He heard the girl shriek.
"No, Glinda, that's not what I meant. I was going to say that I'm really sorry and you know—" The man tried to defend himself.
"I know what? How you ripped my heart apart and then expected me to take you back just like that? What am I, a spec of dirt? I guess I don't matter now."
"GLINDA! YOU KNOW THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT! NOW WHY CAN'T I FINISH TALKING?"
"WHY SHOULD YOU BE ABLE TO? YOU KNOW WHAT, GO KILL YOURSELF."
Blaine's eyes widened. Who would have the nerve to say that? It doesn't matter how bad he screwed up, that's just plain cruel. Apparently, the man had the same thought.
Tears gathered in the man's eyes. "Wh-what?"
"You heard me. And I really don't care who hears me in this place, let it be a lesson learned. You don't. Mess. With. Glinda. Harton."
With that, the blonde, short girl stormed off, leaving a sobbing mess behind. The man leaned his torso against the wall and slid down, burying his head in his hands as everyone, including Blaine, watched in horror.
"SIR! ARE YOU DEAF OR SOMETHING?" The overly rude barista waved a hand in front of Blaine's face.
At this point, Blaine had enough with her attitude. "Yeah, yeah, calm your face. You know, not everyone can move as freakishly fast as you do. You should work on that."
The barista simply rolled her eyes. "Whatever, just beat it."
Blaine grabbed his coffee and croissant and headed over to the only empty table available: the one where the fight had previously taken place.
Blaine took a sip of his coffee and kept eyeing the crying man every few seconds. He just kept crying harder.
And harder.
And harder.
And then Blaine couldn't take it anymore; he slid down the wall to sit next to the man, leaving a slight distance between their shoulders.
"Hey, shh, it's okay…it won't be like this forever…just shh, it'll get better, I promise," Blaine quietly assured him as he put his hand on the man's shoulder.
The man looked up and looked shocked at Blaine, as if he wasn't expecting anyone to do that. To Blaine, it was a normal, regular gesture, but apparently the man was raised differently.
"H-hi," The sobbing boy forced a smile which was just pathetic.
"Hi," Blaine smiled genuinely. "What happened?"
"Wh-why are y-you being n-nice?"
"Well, isn't that what anyone else would do?"
The man threw his arms around Blaine's neck. "Thank you, so much," He mumbled into Blaine's shoulder. "My name's Haven," He pulled back and stared at Blaine.
"Blaine. I don't want to be intruding personal business or anything, but what happened?"
"I'm sure you overheard, but I was having breakfast with my girlfriend, Glinda. I told her about…um, I uh, I did something bad, Blaine. Something really bad and she started yelling at me. I don't know why exactly she acted the way she did, I mean, she did the same thing to me a little while back, and I forgave her within a day. I most certainly did not flip out on her, she's just…I don't know, crazy sometimes."
"Care to tell me what it is you did? If you feel uncomfortable, that's fine, I just figured you'd want to share it with someone."
"Thanks. I, uh…I kissed her ex-boyfriend."
Now Blaine was confused. "But you said that's your girlfriend…aren't you straight?"
"I'm bisexual."
"Her ex-boyfriend is, too? Considering he kissed you both at one point in time…I'm sorry, what's his name so I don't feel repetitive saying 'he'?"
"Fiyero."
Blaine couldn't hold back the smile on his face. "Glinda and Fiyero, like in Wicked."
Haven chuckled lowly. "Yeah."
"So, as I was saying, I'm guessing Fiyero is bisexual as well?"
"Uh…not exactly…"
"Then, what? If he dated both of you…" Then realization hit. "Oh no, he didn't…"
"Yeah, while he and Glinda were dating—Glinda and I were best friends at the time—he realized he was gay and he kissed me, and they broke up and since I was bisexual Glinda and I gave it a shot. Fiyero kissed me, I swear I did not kiss him back and when I told Glinda all of this she freaked out and didn't understand."
"I can help you plan a way to apologize if you'd like."
"No, that won't be necessary, but thank you. I'm done with her, anyway. I mean I would never say a statement like that to a serial killer until the day I died. Besides, I think I found someone way better who I'd like to get to know just a bit more…" He smiled at Blaine.
"Fiyero?"
Haven laughed. "No."
Blaine thought for a second. Who could it…oh. He blushed and ducked his head down. "Where are you from?"
"Westerville, obviously. I go to McKinley high school though, in Lima. What about you?"
Blaine's eyes widened. Maybe he could get a hold of Kurt for me! "Westerville. I board at Dalton Academy."
"Oh, I've heard of that place! Isn't it that fancy all boys school?"
Blaine laughed. "Yeah, that's the one. Hey, would you like to come hang out today? I mean, if you're not busy or anything. It's the weekend so anyone's allowed in or out, as long as no girls come," Blaine added with a roll of his eyes.
Haven laughed extra loudly, attracting attention from some people around the store. He stood up and offered his arm to Blaine. "Shall we? Well, you have to lead the way, it'd be quite impossible for me to."
"We shall," Blaine smiled and linked their arms together, strolling to Dalton.
"I just don't understand. I mean why would he do such a thing? Is he out of his mind? He's just so fake I can't even stand it! He's obviously lying about his feelings for whatever his reasons are! He's obviously mental! I mean who would—" Kurt took deep breaths as he paced the floor in front of Wes and David who were sitting on the edge of Kurt's old bed, back in his old dorm.
"Kurt, calm down—"
"NO, I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! I WON'T CALM DOWN UNTIL SOME FREAKING SENSE IS KNOCKED INTO THAT OVERSIZED ANNIE!"
"Annie?" Wes asked confusedly.
"Doesn't Blaine resemble Annie at all to you?" David replied.
"Guys, off topic. I seriously don't know what do to about this, no one will help—"
"NO ONE WILL HELP?" Wes screeched because he actually had enough of this. "Then what are David and I even doing here? I realize we may not be the best advice givers, but we're at least trying to be friendly and be here for you, and you should be grateful for that! I know not everyone would put up with the constant rants and fights you and Blaine have and everyone is sick of it, Kurt! But no one's voiced it out loud to you because we didn't know how you would take it! We don't want to put more pressure on you for being a bad friend! We're trying to make your life easier! That's us trying to help but apparently you don't appreciate that at all!"
"Wes, I—"
"No, Kurt. I've had it. You can't just get angry with everyone all the time and complain when we 'don't help' even though we clearly are trying."
The two boys stood up and made to leave when Kurt grabbed each of their arms. "No, please, I'm really sorry…"
"I'm serious, Kurt. I'm done."
They yanked their arms free and left without a word. Kurt lay on his floor, crying until his hair was in all different directions and he honestly could care less at the moment. Sure his face looked like he'd been dropped in the ocean and smacked with a rock multiple times, but he could care less. There were tear stains all over his clothes, but he could care less. This isn't who I am. What have I become?
Blaine and Haven soon arrived at the front doors of Dalton, Haven looking more and more worried every second.
"What's wrong?" Blaine asked as he held the door open for Haven.
"Nothing, just…are you sure I'm allowed in here?"
"Positive. Come on, I know a place we can go. My roommate, Wes, is probably in the room so we can go to the spare room. Kurt's at his new school at the moment and Jeff is always at Nick's room."
"Those are a lot of names to take in…"
Blaine chuckled. "You'll learn them quickly, I promise."
Blaine opened up the door and took in the sight in front of him.
"Kurt?"
Kurt's head snapped up and he sat up from the current fetal position he was in. "Y-yeah?"
"What are you doing? Are you crazy?"
"Seems like it…" Kurt mumbled to himself so no one could hear. Well, Blaine couldn't hear. Haven could.
Suddenly, Wes appeared in the doorway with a box of stuff. "Here," he said as he threw it at Kurt. "Your old crap for when you move out—without telling us, by the way."
Kurt gripped the box tightly as he noticed pictures of his mom and him in there, in perfect condition frames. "YEAH, WELL I DON'T NEED YOU EITHER," He screamed as Wes made his way down the hallway.
Haven's eyes looked like they were about to fall out of their sockets. Is he naturally this psychotic, or…?
"You look like an overwrought hobo," Blaine stated. Haven nodded in agreement, You got that right.
"Gee, thanks," Kurt said as he rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry, I'll leave so you and…"
"Haven," Blaine finished for him.
"…Right, can have some privacy."
With that, Kurt took one last long look in his previous dorm, knowing he most likely will not return. There's no reason to. Everyone hates him. Why am I such a monster?
Haven plopped onto Kurt's old—the spare—bed and opened his mouth to talk. "Okay, what's up with you and him?"
Blaine coughed. "I beg your pardon?"
"You. And the star of Where The Wild Things Are. I can tell there's some chemistry there, and I told you all about my Wicked friends—play on words, I know—so spill. What's the deal?"
Blaine sighed. "Long story short? We're best friends. He tells me he's in love with me, I reject him, and things just go downhill from there."
Haven smiled. "There's something you're not telling me."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "You're like a wizard or something. Okay, so I may have kissed him once or twice…not exactly on the lips…"
"Cheek?"
"Worse. Right above the neck," He heard Haven make an 'ooh' sound as if that was weird—which it was, considering Blaine had done it randomly when they weren't even together. "So he starts hating me, and then last night when I fell asleep here because we had to practice for glee, he…he kissed me while I was sleeping."
"And then he kissed me…" Haven began singing. He laughed when Blaine playfully hit his arm and told him to shut up.
"And I…I…I kind of like him again, and now he hates me so it doesn't even matter. Besides, I think I found someone who I'd like to get to know a little bit better…"
"That boy who threw the box?"
"Wes, and no."
Haven knew exactly what he was getting at, but he couldn't give away who he truly was. Not yet, anyway. He knew he needed to start things off right. "How would you like to go on a date with me Friday night?"
Blaine's grin was so large it looked too ginormous for his face. "I'd love to."
Though neither boy knew, there was Kurt, standing in the hallway with a shocked expression on his face. Blaine likes me? Haven KNEW Blaine likes me and he still asked him out anyway? Wait, Blaine said he likes me but he wants to go out with Haven? Blaine's going on a date with Haven Friday night? What the hell is going on here?
A/N: Wooh, updated this one faster than planned! Also did this one differently-AGAIN-than planned! I really need to stop that because it's annoying me and making me lose my ideas!
Anyway, PLEASEEE review what you thought and suggestions and all that jazz!
Songs used:
And Then He Kissed Me by The Crystals
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