A/N: Okay, here's the deal. This story is Klaine... all the way. However, the storyline is getting interesting, and I needed to shake things up so, first I'm going to say that i'm thankful to everyone who is still with this story, and who has joined recently, and for all the reviews, alerts and favourites. Secondly, I know that we all love Kurt and Blaine, and I would never want them to break up in canon, or this story so understand that They DON'T ever break up. Sure, it may seem like that, but they don't. Just keep that in mind, whilst you're all figuring out ways to murder Macy... Enjoy. JusticeIsn'tEasy0083. D.
Chapter Eight: The One with the New Year
Santana and Brittany were in the middle of a conversation with Pipa, Craig and Haley, all friends from NYU, about whether or not sharing a mutual love for Disney movies, is enough of a reason to live with someone, which led to Blaine commenting about how 'no one can live without Disney,' and to Craig's response 'that's why you go to Columbia'. There was laughter and light teasing, but of all the people they'd invited to their New Year's party, (including the Warblers and Troubletones) they were most happy to have some of their newer friends around. Blaine had invited Casey, his girlfriend Emily and his producer Kyle from Columbia, whilst Britt and Santana had their friends from NYU, and Kurt had the Troubletones and Warblers, which he didn't seem to mind all that much. Macy hadn't shown up yet, which Blaine was kind of happy about... not in a mean way, he just doesn't need anything to ruin the perfect night he had planned for him and Kurt. They had started with dinner for the four of them at six, followed by 'Klaine Time' till eight, which is when their party started. Its nine-thirty, and they still haven't done half the thing they're meant to, that and the fact that somehow; Puck got his hands on alcohol... Which is shocking, because he doesn't have an older brother, and even if he did, like Blaine's older brother, he probably wouldn't be around all that much...right? Cooper is never around, he never calls, or Skype's, or sends cards. Kurt has practically told Blaine outright that he disowned Cooper, and he's no longer a part of Blaine's life... well, their life... it's practically the same anyway.
Kurt was avoiding the alcohol, and so was Blaine. neither could deny that they're not the most... competent when they're intoxicated... Blaine would rather not get drunk and make out with someone who isn't Kurt... especially Macy... he can't make out with her... they're friends, and they greet each other with a kiss on the cheek sure, but having a repeat of a past Dalton party? Not exactly Blaine's idea of 'bringing in the New Year'. Finn had called earlier that day, explaining that he was going to a party with some mates from Columbia University, and wouldn't be able to make it, but the distinct sound of Rachel screeching in the background made them all think that he was trying to spare Kurt's feelings... Blaine would be checking Facebook to prove to his boyfriend that he's right, and that Finn lied, to protect him... but that's not what matters right now. They're watching the New Year's festivities on the TV, rather than actually going to Central Park, because knowing this city, it will be packed with people, and Kurt's still not comfortable being in a lecture, surrounded by people he doesn't know, let alone a city filled with drunken idiots... Santana had brought out the Karaoke machine, and declared that they were going to 'sing themselves into the new year', to which Quinn and Kurt had taken as an opportunity to escape to the kitchen. The blonde ex-cheerleader took a moment to just watch her friend, not in the creepy way, but in the 'I'm worried about you, but don't want to get in to an argument' way. Kurt was pulling things out of the cupboards, and moving around the kitchen like a pro. Quinn would have thought he was a chef in his past life, if it wasn't for the design folio's spread over the dining room table...they spent a few moments just aimlessly chatting about what had been going on in their lives, before Santana and Brittany started a rather terrible rendition of a Beyonce' song, that, in Kurt's opinion 'sucked ass'. Quinn just chuckled, and hugged the boy, kissing his cheek, before heading back out into the lounge to find what her fiance was doing... Kurt followed a moment later, taking a seat beside Nick on the couch, watching his boyfriend as he tried to convince Wes that he was recording an album, and that it was 'for real' he was going to have his music heard.
'Kurt, you need to tell your boyfriend to stop being delusional. He's not recording an album,' Wes said, slumping down on the couch beside his friend
'Blaine is recording an album with MakeShift Records, whilst studying music in college, and a business degree so that one day, should he choose, he can start his own record label. Wes, I've told you this...' Kurt replied, winking at his boyfriend, who was smirking at the former head Warbler
'Damn it Kurt, you couldn't have waited till midnight?' Wes groaned, handing Blaine a one hundred dollar note
'Good lord... if only I had of known...' Kurt replied, sarcastically
By ten thirty, Puck was completely drunk, and stumbling around the apartment, talking gibberish, and trying to get Quinn to take him to Disneyland... Kurt had gone into the study to get their video camera, so he and Blaine could film their drunken friend's antics, and maybe hold it against them in days to come. Macy had shown up at nine forty five, dressed like, in the words of Puckerman and Sam 'sex on a stick'. Kurt had rolled his eyes, and gone back to recording, trying to stay as close to Blaine as possible, but it was hard, because Macy had positioned herself on the opposite side of the tenor, and practically demanded all of his attention. Had Santana been sober, she probably would have knocked the girls head off, but given her current... mindset... she was in no shape to be taking on a task as big as holding Macy Greer off of his boyfriend... not that Blaine wasn't trying to draw Kurt into the conversation, Macy was making it almost impossible for him to be included... Regardless though, Kurt was amused by Sam and Puck's drunkenness, and was having enough of a good time, to ignore the fact that his boyfriend was going to spend most of the night, being flirted with, by a girl, who isn't even his type... let alone on his team... Brittany was on her way to being drunk, she hadn't started stripping yet, much to the relief of Kurt, because he doesn't really want to see that again... Quinn was lying on the floor, on her back, with Pipa beside her, staring up at the sky, and talking about stars that aren't really there... Craig had made fast friends with Wes, Puck and Sam, who were currently having a loud and boisterous argument in the middle of the large living area, whilst Haley, Brittany, and Emily were watching the countdown on the TV. Kurt found this amusing, that the two girls could pay attention to the TV with all the noise, but nevertheless, found himself insanely intrigued by it.
Kurt never thought he would end up on the balcony of the penthouse, alone, just watching the fireworks, and hearing the cheers of people in the streets, and their apartments. Of course, being alone isn't the best idea for him, but Blaine's been distant lately, and he just needs a moment to think everything through... it's 11:57pm and in exactly three minutes, they're going to ring in 2012... Usually, people make lists of their resolutions, but Kurt only has one... to finally be happy and move on from everything... If he can get through 2012 without anything going wrong, he can get his line up and running, maybe open the store, get his fashion internship... go to LA, or Milan or anything... he can do it all... but he needs Blaine and his friends by his side... the one thing he can't do is not have them to support him... maybe this will also be the year that he forgives his father, and Rachel... unlikely but you never know what might happen... his alone time was interrupted, when the door opened, and closed and then someone was wrapping their arms around his waist, placing soft kisses onto his neck... Blaine smiled when Kurt turned in his arms to face him, leaning forwards to kiss him once, before pulling back and whispering 'Happy New Year' to his boyfriend, who hadn't moved his arms from Kurt's waist. It was their first New Year in the apartment, their first New Year away from Lima, and Westerville and everything else.
'So, what's the plan for this year? Take over the fashion industry... seduce your awesomely sexy boyfriend, and have nights of passion with him...?' Blaine asked, smirking when Kurt hit him lightly
'Be happy... that's my main one... the other things, will just come naturally...' Kurt replied, smiling
'We can all be happy together. I love you Kurt... always and forever...'
'Cheesy as always... but I love you too Blaine... together and apart...' the countertenor replied, kissing Blaine once more, before they were interrupted by a very drunk Santana, and a rather tipsy Quinn, pulling them all back inside, where Nick, Jeff, Wes, David, Casey and Elijah were holding court over what to watch...
The first of January started out pretty ordinarily. Of course, school was starting back up, and so was work, but the four occupants of the penthouse had bigger things on their minds... like, for example... Santana and Brittany's move to Las Angeles, where Brittany had been awarded a dance scholarship, and admittance to UCLA... they hadn't figured out a way to tell the boys yet, they haven't left their bedroom, and Santana is certain that she could hear moans and whatnot through the door... she was drunk, but Kurt and Blaine have sex... alot so it's only normal for them to be locked behind their bedroom door, having their way with each other... right? Maybe she's just jealous, because she's hung-over, and her and Britt haven't had sex with each other in a few days... the mood just hasn't been right for them... so when the Latina woke up that morning, in amongst the covers of hers and Britt's double bed in their room, she wasn't expecting Kurt and Blaine to be standing in the doorway, smirking at her... knowing looks on their faces... she sat up, flipping them off, before taking a good look around the room... it looked like they'd brought the New Year in with a bang... literally... there was shit everywhere... not to mention the blankets she shared with Brittany were practically engulfing her. Kurt didn't seem fazed by the mess, merely handing her the glass of water and Tylenol, and walking back out of the room, muttering something about 'paying the price' and 'underage drinking'. They hadn't a plan for New Year's Day, only for their party last night, and by the looks of their... post-party states, there wouldn't be much on the cards today, except for preparing to go to LA, and the others to go back to school. They didn't want to move... Santana was kicking herself that the scholarship was in LA rather than New York, and she and Britt had argued over whether or not it would be safe to leave the boys... but Brittany had insisted she was taking it, whether or not Santana was going with her... so really, she was being forced to chose between her girlfriend, and her best-friends... she knows how much it means to Kurt, having them both here... and what's she honestly going to do in LA? She loves Britt, but she also loves her friends... she has alot of thinking to do, and she has to talk to Kurt and Blaine...
The two boys were curled up together on the couch, Blaine writing one of his songs, and Kurt drawing... something... Blaine couldn't tell if it were an item of clothing, or something completely different, after all, he doesn't have to design Rachel's wedding dress, or Mercedes' clothes... or anything like that... he's pretty sure that neither of the two girls will be calling, and asking for favours any time soon. Chancing a peak at his boyfriend's drawing, Blaine noticed that once again, Kurt was drawing wedding things... only it was their names... and what looked to be their 'mock' wedding invitations... he's really thinking about this... I mean, he has to be right? To be drawing stuff like this, he has to be thinking about it... Blaine thought of the box currently hidden in their shirt draw... he's actually surprised Kurt hasn't found it yet... then again, if he has, he probably wouldn't believe it... he doesn't mean that in a horrible way, but Kurt has that whole... dependency thing, and he can't stand it when Blaine does something nice... because he feels guilty... so he has to do something twice as grand... then again, this is a new year... and whilst last year was sucked... this year, is going to be better... Santana arrives in the kitchen, and Blaine deliberately gets up off the couch (ignoring the groan from Kurt), and walks into the kitchen, loudly dropping his cup into the sink, and rattling things around, until the Latina turns to him, glare on her face, and flips him off, before sulking back into her room. Blaine chuckled, and jumped slightly as his phone vibrated with a text... probably Wes... stupid, drunk Wes... Blaine thought, opening the text...
To: Blaine Anderson
You, me, the dusty books of Columbia Library, and coffee... think of it as a pre-school return study date...
From: Macy Greer
There was a feeling, in the pit of Blaine's stomach that was telling him what a bad idea it would be, leaving Kurt here, and going to the library to meet up with Macy. He'd found out, directly from her, that she has feelings for him, but never gave him a chance to answer, or tell her that he's happily in love... with Kurt... his boyfriend... she seemed to miss the fact that he was gay, or always talking about Kurt... His boyfriend had kissed him, and made love to him, and then told him, when they woke up this morning, that he needs to set her straight... this is what he's going to do... he can't have her heartbroken... she is his friend... friends... that's all they'll ever be...
To: Macy Greer
Sure, I'll be there. I have to talk to you anyway...
From: Blaine Anderson
There, that should be enough of a bit to get me in and out without too much hassle... I just hope she doesn't cry... I'm good when Kurt cries, but not girls... when girls cry, it's better to leave them be... Blaine thought, remembering back to the time, when he'd tried to comfort his cousin, only to be punched in the face, and told to get out... he'll never do that again... also Chelsea just seems to get mean when she's upset, and it's rather disturbing... Frank and Cora just think their daughter's antics as funny rather than, life harming... Kurt learned that lesson the hard way too... only Chelsea decided to... well let's just say it wasn't his face that was sore the next day... cringing, Blaine returned to the lounge, snuggling back up to Kurt, and kissing his cheek, explaining what was going on... Kurt wasn't happy, but agreed that it was something Blaine needed to do... he needed to set the record straight, lay it all out on the table, work it out... they made plans to meet at nine at the library, so they could go and get coffee together, and with that, Blaine was out the door, fighting against the cold, New York air, getting a cab that would take him to his campus library.
Macy Greer isn't stupid... in fact she thinks herself pretty smart. Blaine is the perfect man... he's kind, loving, always happy, funny, adorable... sexy... he's everything she could want in a man... of course, when she'd laid out her feelings, and seen Blaine hesitate, she'd let him know that she didn't want him to feel pressured into admitting he felt the same back, but when she texted him this morning, and he'd replied that they needed to talk, she knew in her heart that her feelings were returned... well, she thought they were... maybe if she'd had some common sense, the next thirty minutes of her life would have turned out differently... but that's never the way that it happens. Blaine arrived at the library at eight fourty, looking gorgeous as always... as Blaine walked towards her, hair slightly gelled back, wearing a grey t-shirt and jeans, her confidence was boosted. She had only seconds to do this, because if Blaine was here to tell her that he didn't feel the same, she at least needed to know what he was like as a kisser... of course, ambushing someone in the middle of the university library... probably not her smartest decision... her second stupid decision, was kissing Blaine... well, it wasn't anything against him... he's wonderful it's just... she'd been sitting down, her back to the entrance, meaning Blaine would be facing the doors when he arrived at their table. The tenor smiled, asked her how her morning was, and turned to get something out of his bag. When he looked back up, he winked... whether it was at her or someone else she didn't ask, but that gave her enough confidence. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against Blaine's, causing the stunned tenor to squeak adorably, and pull away quickly, hand covering his mouth... she bit her lip, but frowned when Blaine looked on the verge of either a violent outburst, or close to tears... the thud behind her, caused her to turn around, and come face to face with Kurt... oh shit... shit, shit, shit... fuck... damn it Macy... why do you always go for the ones who are gay... she thought to herself, watching as a million emotions flashed through Kurt's eyes... she never got the chance to explain, before Kurt was turning and leaving the library hastily... Blaine shot a look at her, before bolting after his boyfriend... Macy sat down, letting the tears fill her eyes, before dropping her head onto the table, with a loud thump...
Blaine shot out of the library, catching sight of Kurt, heading for the exit. He's shorter than his boyfriend, and he knows that Kurt's a fast runner, and catching a taxi seems pointless, but this wasn't supposed to happen... its New Years Day, the first day of 2012, and already, there is drama... why couldn't Macy fall for a nice straight boy instead? Why did he have to be the one to get hurt out of all of this...? If he thought Santana was just being stupid before, he could admit whole heartedly that she was right now... You're stupid Blaine... you should have seen it coming... she called the New Year's party a date... and then a date at the library... should have fucking seen it coming... he thought, as his tried to catch up to his boyfriend, who was heading back towards their apartment building... that's like, ten blocks on foot, but he's emotional, so he'd probably be able to walk to Lima given the right circumstances... They'd turned the corner onto their street when Blaine started catching up to the taller boy... You see it all the time, two people who are so right for each other, falling apart because one of them was afraid, and the other was trying too hard to make a good thing last. Of course, when Kurt imagined his life with Blaine, he always pictured everything to be perfect, like nothing could go wrong, and they'd live happily ever after, and then he had to go and befriend Macy... Macy the boyfriend stealing whore... She knew Blaine was gay, and that he had a boyfriend, and she went and pulled something like that? No, not in a million years, he's not going to let her get away with this... Somewhere in the back of his mind, he can hear Blaine calling his name, running after him, his footsteps getting closer every second, and Kurt's just ready to turn around and punch his boyfriend in the face... as horrible as that sounds... they both reach their building at the same time... Blaine snakes his arms out to grab Kurt's shoulder and the countertenor spins around, shocking Blaine out of his stupor, giving him a moment to compose himself, and tell the same lie he'd been saying all the way from the library... Santana would be furious... she'd be so pissed off Blaine is in serious danger right now...
'Kurt, it meant nothing, and she kissed me. Why won't you believe me?'
'Blaine, if you're tired of putting up with all of my shit, and all of this drama, my mood swings, never knowing whether today is going to be a good day or a bad, you could have said. There was no need to cheat, let alone with that... cow...' Kurt replied, closing his eyes
'You... you think I'm tired of all your drama? Kurt, I love you. I love you, and I love everything about you... please don't push me away. We can fix this...'
'It might be too late to fix anything Blaine... I'm tired of fixing things,' Kurt replied softly, turning away from Blaine, and heading towards the elevator.
He stood there, stunned, not knowing what to say or do next. People were watching him, some with sympathy, others with confusion... their neighbour, (well the couple that live below them, because they're the only residents on the top floor... penthouse... they just say neighbours cause it's easier), walked over to him, patted his shoulder, and then returned to her previous position... he knew that Santana would be home, and that Kurt would have walked into the apartment crying... he just hopes he doesn't do anything stupid... Blaine needs to walk... or get coffee... leave Kurt alone to process everything and just... come to his own realisation that Macy was the one who kissed him... she kissed me... how could she do that? I thought we were meant to be friends? Blaine thought, digging his hands into his pockets, and trying to force back the tears that were falling... his phone suddenly lit up with three texts...
To: Blaine Anderson
What did you do to Kurt? He's in tears, and all he's saying is your name and that he feels depressed... If you did something stupid Anderson, I will not hesitate to kill you...
From: Sanny Lopez
That was expected... Blaine thought of the first text, closing it to open the second one
To: Blaine Anderson
I'm sorry... I was stupid, and I'm... sorry
From: Macy Greer
He couldn't help but feel angry at her... this was her fault... she could have let him talk first... the third one was from Wes, thanking him for the invite to the party, and plans for them to catch up again... he didn't reply to any of them, slowly making his way to Dinah's, wanting to drown his sorrows in either coffee, chocolate, work, or all three combined...
Kurt was curled into a tiny human ball; well, as tiny as he could be, whilst Santana paced back and forth in the lounge, waiting for her phone to chime with a text from the tenor whose head she was going to rip off... other than what was said before, Kurt hadn't done anything else, except curl into Brittany on the couch, and sob... he could have cried enough to fill a pool if Santana left him for long enough, but she was too furious at the tenor to contemplate anything else right now... Kurt stood slowly, swaying slightly, kissing Britt's cheek, before moving silently past Santana, into his and Blaine's bedroom, closing the door... behind these walls, no one can see him... no one can cheat on him... make him feel pain in his heart... a part of him wanted to believe what Blaine had said about Macy kissing him, but the stubborn part just saw it for what it was... cheating... Blaine cheated on me... with a fucking girl... Kurt thought, moving over to the punching bag... he'd need to print out a picture of Macy's face, enlarge it, and tack it to the bag so he could punch the shit out of her... not literally, he'd get arrested for it, but it would help him mentally... Blaine didn't follow him into the apartment, instead heading in the opposite direction of where they'd come from... probably to Dinah's Kurt thought, throwing his fist at the bag in front of him...
It was just after eleven when Blaine arrived back at the apartment, letting himself in, and preparing for the onslaught that is Santana Lopez. He's positive, he's about to be castrated, and hung out to dry... well depending on what Kurt has told her... he'd managed to get the Library security footage from one of his other friends, and bring it home to show Santana... luckily for him, they were directly under one of the camera's, so it would have been caught perfectly... he found the Latina and Brittany, curled up in their bed, both looking up when he entered. He didn't say anything, handing her the disc, which she looked at, before inserting it into her laptop, and waiting. Blaine started explaining, about how she was right, and how Macy liked him, and how she'd kissed him this morning, but he didn't kiss her back... Santana was glaring at her computer screen, and then diverted her gaze to Blaine, who was on the verge of tears (again). She stood, walking over to him, and pulling him into a hug, before whispering that he was an idiot in his ear, and hitting him over the head, hard.
'You need to fix this with Kurt...' she said, crossing her arms, and pacing the room
'He won't talk to me... I can't very well force him to... you know how he is with his temper and everything... I love him... more than anything in this world... and I would never cheat on him, but that's how he's seeing it... we both just need to cool off,' Blaine replied, angrily at himself
'No, what you need to do, is get your Klaine on, and fix this shit that... actually, you know what... this is both of your faults... I warned you, and you didn't listen. Fix it Blaine... Kurt loves you, he's just... show him this...' Santana replied, handing Blaine back the disc
'Do you believe me?' Blaine asked, turning back to face the girls, his hand on the door handle
'Yes, but I still hate you right now,' Santana replied, shooing him away
How, in one single moment, had things gone from good, to fucking terrible? Blaine didn't knock to enter their bedroom. He was expecting Kurt to be wrapped up in the sheets, crying himself to sleep, and he would just walk in, curl up to him, lightly kiss his cheek, and fall asleep, hoping to talk about it in the morning... he didn't expect to find Kurt, having a full on fight with their punching bag, hands bleeding, face covered in tear tracks... When Kurt looked up at him, everything just fell away... he wanted to hold the boy in his arms, make everything okay, kiss him, and love him until they couldn't anymore... but the look in the countertenor's eyes... the hurt, pain... it almost killed him... Kurt turned to him, hands falling limply by his side, mouth closed in a tight line, tears falling from his beautiful, glasz coloured eyes... it was all over for Blaine. He broke down, clutching onto Kurt's shirt like a lifeline, but the countertenor didn't wrap his arms around him... he didn't even move... just stood there... frozen... Blaine stood up straight, moving his hands to cup his boyfriend's face, both crying, Blaine whispering 'sorry' and 'I love you' to Kurt.
'I'm sleeping in the guest room tonight... I need some time to... think...'
'Baby please, we can... we can fix this... we just need to talk, and...'
'What? Go see Dr. Paul? Take some more pills? Blaine, I just need... time and space... please, you at least owe me that much...' Kurt said, moving out of his boyfriend's embrace
'I'll never say goodbye to you Kurt... this isn't a break-up,' he said, as Kurt moved into their ensuite bathroom, slamming the door behind him...
Blaine sunk to the ground, head in his hands, sobbing... What have I done?
A/N: Drama, Drama, Drama... Hands up if you hate Macy? *Lamely puts hand up* Don't hate me, it was just the natural direction of the story, which had to be done, in order for it to go bigger and better... remember if you've read the ALTAWUTBF spoiler's you will know that this is resolved... if you haven't... to keep your peace of mind, you may want to check them out... Next chapter... Repercussions... Thanks. JusticeIsn'tEasy0083. D.
