Disclaimer: Glee is a property of Ryan Murphy and Fox. This is only a translation, the story belongs to Dany de Criss who was so nice by letting me do this.
CHAPTER 7: Fights. (Part 2)
21:00 P.M.
"I can't believe you're making me tell you," Blaine sent his friends a fulminating look.
The entire band had gone to his house, unnoticed to Blaine, with pizzas and alcohol. Jeff said the excuse of not seeing each other next week, but Blaine knew he just wanted to torment him. And to Blaine's displeasure, his friend had kept his word and punched him, not too hard, but hard enough so that Blaine had a bruise for several days. Blaine had to clench his teeth and deal with his friends, even if he had desires of crashing them against the wall every second that passed. And now Jeff, supposedly drunk even if Blaine knew him well enough to not believe it, had accidentally said how he was about to eat his student, and right now he was being overwhelmed with questions from Wes and Nick, while Thad looked at him amused.
"I'm not in the mood to tell you guys anything," he said.
The three of them turned to Jeff, who smiled maliciously and started to tell the story. A half an hour later Blaine was blushed to his hair, had a headache, and teary eyes. He hadn't drunk much but he knew he would have to deal with an intense hangover the next day. And his worries, guilt and the feeling of being an idiot had increased when Jeff told specifically how he had had sex with...
"Wait," Blaine said. "How did you call him?"
Jeff realized his mistake and his eyes grew wide.
"Sebastian."
"You called him meerkat face," Jeff bit his lips. "Have you been talking to Kurt?"
Jeff turned red.
"I won't tell you a thing, if that's what you want," Blaine growled with frustration. "And, if I were you Anderson, I'd keep Timon in his cage because Kurt is hurt enough emotionally to be worried about being hurt physically too."
"What the heck are you talking about?"
"Talk to Sebastian, I'm sure he knows what I'm talking about."
Blaine left the couch and went upstairs, ranting against his friend.
7:00 A.M. Tuesday.
The first thought that crossed his mind was that he needed coffee. But then he realized that to take it he would have to move, and he almost cried with indignation. It took him fifteen minutes to move, and when he managed to sit down, his world went upside down. He managed to go downstairs and found the worst scenario possible: the living room was a chaos, full of bottles, pizzas, clothing and glasses. Blaine approached the couch and regretted it instantly. Nick was asleep on top of Jeff, both of them naked, with their skin stained with beer, cream and some other thing which Blaine didn't want to know what it was. He thanked God that Jeff wasn't a woman, otherwise he would have twenty four kids, and at least twenty four conceived in his house. He looked for the rest of the house, but Thad had disappeared from Earth, and he didn't find Wes until he went to the bathroom. The Asian guy was asleep hugging the toilet, with three beer bottles around him.
He got dressed and drove as fast as he could to the Lima Bean. They made the best coffee, and he honestly didn't want to go back to his house early.
7:50 A.M.
"Why did you miss yesterday?"
"I wasn't feeling okay," Kurt answered and took a sip of his coffee. "I went to your house, but Jeff told me you weren't there."
"No, I went over to Mike's to spend the day."
"Oh," Kurt looked at Chandler, but nothing changed.
He hadn't felt a damn thing indicating jealousy of him being at Mike's house. He tried to follow Jeff's advice, but as much as he tried he couldn't stop looking at Chandler as a friend, a good friend, but a friend.
The bell on the top of the door rang and Kurt looked up. He wanted to be swallowed by Earth in that moment. Blaine walked to the counter, and asked for his coffee to the guy behind it, who started to flirt with him.
Since when are there so many guys in Ohio? Or is it that just by looking at Blaine they doubt their sexuality?
"Do you want to walk around for a while before going to school?" He asked Chandler, since Blaine would turn around at any moment and would see them, and if they made eye-contact he couldn't hold himself and would leave him with a black eye.
"Sure," he smiled at him.
They got up and walked to the exit. But in their way, Blaine stopped to look at them and recognize them. Pretending he didn't notice, Kurt took hold of Chandler's hand and brought him closer to his body. He saw how Blaine clenched his fists. He approached the two of them feeling jealousy and embarrassment.
"Kurt," he called him. Kurt stopped and put on his best diva-look.
"What do you want, Anderson?"
"I want to talk to you," Blaine frowned and got closer. "What happened to your face?"
"It's none of your business," he moved his face away of Blaine's hands. "And I don't want to talk, everything was very clear."
"But Kurt, please…"
"He said he doesn't want to talk," Chandler snapped.
"And who called you, blondie? I'm not in the mood and if you say one more word I'll punch you," Blaine threatened him.
"Funny, I was thinking the exact same thing," Kurt said. "Now Blaine, leave us alone, we have to go."
And without saying one more word, he dragged a mad Chandler out of the shop.
Friday.
A week and three days had gone by since Kurt got mad. A week and three days leaving him messages in his phone, which he remembered he had. A week and three days with a mood to compete against a hurricane. After meeting Kurt at the Lima Bean, he hadn't seen him again until he had gone to Cooper's house to see Santana. As soon as he had a moment alone with Kurt, he started to apologize and he, as always, left with a sharp phrase, fulminated him with his eyes, or just pretended he didn't exist and focused on some distant spot, like if the wall was more interesting than talking to Blaine. And Blaine didn't know what to tell him anymore. He sent him a text every day explaining him in the most delicate way how it'd been a mistake. He never got a response, so he jumped that morning when he read Kurt's name on the screen.
'Look Blaine, like I tried to explain you since Tuesday: I DON'T CARE. You can do whatever you want with your life, you don't have any obligation of apologizing to me because we are nothing. We really never were anything expect teacher/student. And about the classes, as you may realized I didn't go on Thursday because I don't think it's a good idea that you keep teaching me. Don't worry, I have Chandler, he's really good with Math and he's helping me out. Stop texting me, please. K'
Blaine didn't know why, but that "I DON'T CARE" had hurt him more than he expected. But the conversation wasn't over yet.
'I'm sorry for texting you so much, but you can't deny you got mad. And I don't want you to be mad. Kurt, you don't have to stop coming to classes either, I know the last one didn't end up very well, but I swear I won't do anything, I'm just helping you to get your cheerleader position back. Can we meet? Please, I really want to talk. B'
And he had gotten an answer.
'Your apologies are sickening me. Okay, yes, I got mad. You happy? Blaine, I had kissed you that same night! And yes, I'm still mad. The next time I see you, either you disappear or I'll leave you with a black eye, so the classes don't sound like a good idea, and meeting either. Maybe we should forget about everything, like you said at the beginning. I know I was mad about that, but now I think that's for the best. K'
Blaine hadn't responded. He was just speechless. He had sat on his bed with an empty feeling in his chest. He didn't realize he had fallen asleep until he woke up with his face wet. He looked at the time and noticed he had three hours to look decent to meet his mates from work.
He got up and entered the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw he had redden eyes. Great, that's what's been missing: crying in his sleep. He took a shower, trying to relax his muscles. He got out an hour later, and entertained himself by looking for something decent to wear. He grabbed a red shirt-he loved bright colors for some reason-and black pants, with a black jacket and tie. He decided to leave his hair without gel, and put his glasses on-the ones with the big frame. He looked at the time, he had still a few minutes before they pick him up. He took his laptop and started search songs, strangely, they were all depressive, until he heard one that was exactly what he needed. He was tempted to take his phone and call him, but his bell rang in that moment and he didn't have other choice but leave.
20:20 P.M.
They had made it to the restaurant twenty minutes ago. The place was full, but they'd reserved a table so there was no problem with finding empty tables. They put two tables together, so the twelve of them could sit, Blaine and Sally sitting in front of each other, at the top of each table facing the others. Next to Blaine was Dalton's newest addition: Sugar. What he knew about the girl was that she was richer than his father, and meaner than Sally's cousin, Rachel. Well, no, not as mean as her. But if the girl kept flirting with him, he was sure dinner wouldn't finish nicely.
He was studying the place with his eyes. it was big, fancy and so crowded that people that didn't even know each other were practically eating together. Conversations were being heard by everyone, but the place was warm. It was definitely a place to go to. His eyes went through the tables until he saw a pair or tight gray jeans. There was only one pair of legs in all of Ohio capable of wearing those jeans with such majesty.
He looked up to find a mad, and a surprised Kurt.
Finding Blaine at a bar, eating him up and finding out he's your best friend's uncle and future tutor the next day is one thing. A coincidence, too elaborate, but a coincidence. Another thing was finding Blaine, dressed as a god, in a restaurant, sitting with eleven friends, and with his table practically glued to yours. And that couldn't be a simple coincidence: a) the restaurant was far from where they lived, b) the tables were next to each other, EXACTLY next to each other, c) Jeff.
He saw how Blaine saw him and opened and closed his mouth. He didn't give him time to start with the same speech, and sat giving him his back. Even if it was the closest seat there. But he rather listening to him all night long, than seeing him making puppy eyes, not seeing him was easier. Chandler sat in front of him, and smiled with happily. Kurt returned the gesture, looking how Blaine closed his mouth and looked away. Chandler studied what was around them, and found Blaine sitting next to them. He frowned but none of them made a comment about it.
He heard laughter at Blaine's table, and looked at it slyly.
"What's wrong, Blaine? You seem distant," one of the guys had said, he seemed older than Blaine. "You've been this way since Tuesday, who broke your hear?"
Kurt looked at Blaine, who had reddened.
"No one," he said sharply.
"Oh! Come on, Blaine. We've been working together for three years, I know you."
"Actually Matt," Sally said. "If someone had broken his heart, he would be curled in bed, singing or writing depressive songs so you could cut your veins. This is his guilty face, whose heart did you break?"
Blaine went pale, and looked away, but his eyes met Kurt's, who had reddened too.
"You're right, Sally!" The whole table laughed, but he suddenly became serious. "You have red eyes. Blaine, have you been crying?"
Blaine blushed again, and stared at the plate.
Kurt bit his lips and looked away.
No, it can't be…
They left Blaine alone when they saw his reaction. But Sally leaned closer.
"What is it, Blaine? Is it some boy?" Blaine nodded. "You know you can tell your friend what happened."
"Not now Sally, but thank you. I guess you'll be more understandable than Jeff, or at least your hit won't be as hard."
The girl frowned.
"Did you get Jeff mad so he could hit you?"
"No, I got Jeff mad so he could leave me a bruise," he saw Sally checking his face. "He had the decency of hitting my ribs, so I wouldn't have problems with production, though he left him breathless for a while."
Kurt was trying not to listen, but it was impossible. And he thought Jeff was helping him to spend more time with Chandler. But he then remembered his intentions: going out with Chandler to make Blaine jealous.
He took out his phone, and wrote as fast as he could.
'Jeff, I will kill you. K'
The answer didn't take long.
'I love you too, Kurt. And you're welcome for the favor. Now, a question: why do you want to kill me? For setting up a date knowing you would end up eating next to Blaine, or for having punched the hobbit? J.'
He gave him an extra point for a nickname Sue would be proud of. But his brain processed other thing.
'Are you spying on us? K.'
'Did you think we would set up an exceptional dramatic encounter and not presence the show? You didn't answer my question. J.'
'We? K.'
'Thank the Warblers, but I was the master in all this. Nick wishes you luck, Wes tells you to control yourself and don't punch him, and Thad would like it if you… Well, I shouldn't tell you or Blaine would bury him alive if he found out. You still haven't answered my question. J.'
Kurt looked around him. In fact, there was an unmistakable blond hair at the table behind Blaine. He rolled his eyes, looked at Chandler the way he had been doing it, with a small smile.
The waiter approached them. He was young, about twenty-three, tall, dark hair, tan and amber eyes. Kurt saw through the black shirt how nice his body was, but he then looked away when he felt Chandler grabbing his hand, which was on the table. He gave them the menus and apologized for being late, but before Kurt said thank you, the guy had posed his eyes on Blaine, stripping him with his eyes. Kurt felt jealous, but tried not to care. The waiter approached the other table, standing excessively close to Blaine. Blaine didn't pay attention to the guy's obvious flirty eyes, and remained fulminating Chandler and Kurt's locked hands.
The waiter left with the table's order, a little disappointed.
"Blaine, what world are you in? Didn't you see that guy checking you out?" A perplex Sally asked.
"Yes," the girl raised her eyebrows, not understanding. "He wasn't my type."
"Blaine! He was just like the models you like to look at on fashion magazines."
"Was his hair brown?" Blaine asked, looking bored and uncomfortable.
"N-no," Sally didn't understand the question.
"Did he have porcelain skin?"
"No."
"Did he have blue eyes?"
"No, Blaine where are you going with this?"
"Did he have pianist hands?"
"No…"
"Did he have an angel's voice?"
"No… Blaine, what…?"
"Then he's not my type," he cut her off.
Sally looked at him worried, Blaine kept fulminating Chandler's hands.
"Kurt, is something wrong? You're really red."
Kurt opened his mouth, but words didn't come out. He delicately moved his hand away from Chandler's. He felt his face burning.
His phone vibrated.
'Okay, you should start to worry about Blaine's mental state. J'
Kurt looked at the screen, but he didn't know what to answer.
"Who's texting you so much?" He noticed Chandler was getting upset.
"Santana. She has a French test on Monday, and you know I'm better at it than she is," he lied.
Another five minutes went by, until Blaine's and his table's orders were brought. A salad, with a diet Coke.
'Now I get why you're so thin, you don't eat anything.'
'Jeff. Can you stop bothering me? K'
'Jeff? B'
Kurt looked up from his phone, and his eyes met Blaine.
'I was confused. I would appreciate it if you don't text me. I'm on a date. K'
Blaine growled something incomprehensible.
'I'm glad you're having a good time. B'
'For your information: The best. Stop texting me! I'm holding back from not making my promise come true and punch you. This is already awkward enough, don't make it worse. K'
He didn't get an answer, which made him happy. He started to talk to Chandler about Glee, apparently Mercedes was dating Sam, who had broken-up with his girlfriend recently. And the fact of Rachel being annoying as always, trying to get all the solos. Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a microphone.
He was laughing, he was really cute when he did that. But he was laughing with that guy. What especial thing did that guy have? Well, they had the same age. He wasn't that bad, he couldn't deny that. Apparently he sings, and he's gay. Oh, yes; he hadn't slept with anyone after Kurt kissed him.
Blaine stopped the self torture, when he heard a male voice talking. And he saw a man standing on the small stage in front of his table.
"Welcome to 'Date Night'," he said. "As extra entertainment we have a small karaoke. Does someone dare to come up here and sing?"
The place remained silent. The man laughed.
"Okay, apparently I'll have to choose," he moved his eyes across the place. "You, beautiful lady, please come."
Sally turned red, and shook her head.
"Come on, don't be shy," the man encouraged her.
Blaine received a kick under the table.
"He should do it, he has a band. And his voice is gorgeous," the girl said sending him a panic look.
"Young man, would you come up?"
Blaine's cast members shouted with joy, making him blush. His eyes met Kurt's, and without breaking their eye-contact, he got up from his seat.
The crowd applauded. Blaine approached the stage.
"Can I sing any song?"
"Yes, sure," the man accepted.
A few people went up. Blaine told them what song he was going to sing, to make sure they knew it. They nodded and went to their places, one in the drums and two others in the guitars.
Someone gave him a microphone.
"This song is to say I'm sorry to a person I met short ago, but who I spent a lot with," he looked at Kurt in the eyes. "I tried to say I'm sorry a million times, and I know it's not enough but I hope the song can help me to be forgiven. I don't know why, but I think that person is in the audience."
Kurt looked down. Blaine made a sign, and the musicians began to play. Kurt immediately looked up, his eyes were wide, and his mouth was open.
I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you
Blaine couldn't move his eyes away from Kurt. He didn't give a rat's ass if the blondie noticed it or not. The song was for Kurt, who was looking at him with watery eyes.
I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
Those words were full of sincerity.
And all the pain I put you through
I wish I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
That's why I need you to hear
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you
I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you
I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you
The crowd burst into cheers. Blaine smiled slightly at them and got off the stage. He noticed Kurt getting up from the table and walking to the bathroom. As soon as he reached his table, his cast members congratulate him, and Sally looked at him intensely, trying to figure out what was happening in his friend's mind. After Blaine's show, the band began to play music to keep with the mood. Five minutes went by and Kurt hadn't gotten back to his table, Blaine looked everywhere, but he couldn't spot him. Excusing himself with his cast members, he got up and walked to the bathroom.
As soon as he opened the door, he heard sobbing, which made his stomach twist. He made sure no one else was inside and locked the door. He began to open the cubicles doors until he heard little punches coming from the last one.
"Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot…"
Yes, it was definitely Kurt.
"Kurt, come here, I want to talk."
Silence.
"Go way."
"No."
"Don't start, go away."
"I won't until you come here and we talk."
He didn't get an answer. He sighed and sat next to the cubicle, with his back resting against the wall, his legs flexed and both arms on his knees.
"The song says more than one of my speeches," Blaine said, lying his head back and resting it on the wall. "Just tell me what else I can do so you won't be mad anymore."
"Go away."
Blaine grinned at the cold voice. He closed his eyes. He didn't know how long it had passed, maybe many hours, or maybe just ten minutes. But his body came back to life when he felt Kurt's warm lips on his cheek. He opened his eyes.
"I thought you were mad."
"I am, very," he said sharply. "But I don't like it if you cry," he added whispering.
Blaine frowned, not understanding. He saw Kurt leaving, unlocking the door. He remained sitting there, until he guessed he would have to go out. He stood up, and saw what Kurt meant. He had red eyes, and wet face. He didn't realize when and he didn't understand why. But he mentally thanked his eyes for making Kurt kissing him once more. Even if he was still mad.
He went to his table. Right when the amber-eyed waiter appeared for the second time, apparently now writing down the orders for desserts.
"Can I offer you something?" He said while licking his lips.
"An ice cream," he answered coldly.
"Sure," he looked at him completely, making his table mates laugh. "What flavor? We have any that you want," he winked at him.
"Watermelon."
Kurt choked with his drink. Blaine saw him turning red and for some reason, he suspected it wasn't for choking, and Chandler hurrying to help him. He frowned when he heard three very familiar laughs behind him, and another person trying not to choke, but he didn't pay them attention. There was no way the Warblers would be there, behind him, in the same restaurant he had foun Kurt in. It was too much of a coincidence.
"I'm sorry but we don't have that one."
"The I don't want anything."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," he smiled sarcastically at him. Trying to make sure he wasn't interested.
The guy smiled at him, bit his lower lip and left. Blaine remained looking at his black jeans adjusting to his legs, and even though he had an amazing butt, he wasn't turned on at all.
A text. From Kurt.
'Wasn't it enough fucking Sebastian? Now you want to do it with the waiter too? K'
'What the fuck are you talking about, Hummel? If you didn't realize, I wasn't interested at all. B'
'Sure, and that's why you were looking at his ass with so much delight. K'
'I thought you were mad and that YOU DIDN'T CARE. B'
'I DON'T CARE, and yes I am mad. But I didn't think you were that way, based on the way Santana talked about her uncle I didn't think you were a one night guy. K'
'If you didn't care, you wouldn't be making a jealous scene out of this. B'
'Wow. You didn't deny the rest of it. Shocking. K'
'Kurt, stop. I told you it wasn't my intention. I went over to Sebastian's place without thinking… B'
A few minutes went by, but Kurt didn't answer.
'Are you still mad at me? B'
'Yes, very. K'
Blaine got up, getting the table's attention, which remained silent, and Kurt's table. He looked at Kurt for a few second, sighing tiredly and moved to the exit avoiding tables.
Kurt saw him leave.
I shouldn't have said that.
He had sung him a song, which had melted him, he'd sent him more than 500 texts in a week-yes, he had counted them-and he just sent him hurtful phrases. Chandler got up to go to the bathroom and Kurt, taking advantage of the situation, hid his face in his hands.
If he wasn't so fucking perfect, it would be easier to get him out of my mind. But no, he had to be the typical prince.
His phone vibrated once more. Kurt was getting tired of the texts.
He had three texts. He opened the first one.
'I don't know if you knew, but the one who left me turned on that day was you. B'
He forgot how to breathe. A few seconds went by, he still didn't react. He opened the second one.
'I know you're tired of this, but I want to apologize once more. I understand the thing with the classes, and the fact that you want to punch me in the face, but I warn you that when something's in my head, it's really hard to make me change my mind about it. So no matter what, I will make you stop being mad. B'
Am I falling in love with Blaine?
He opened the third one,
'P.S: I think I love you. B'
Yes.
I should specify something: When Blaine says he thinks he loves Kurt, he doesn't mean he *loves* him. It's more in a less intense way, that's because originally it's written less deeply in Spanish. But don't worry, we'll get there.
Sorry for the delay! Hope you liked it. Let me know what you think! :)
