After Wes had learned from David who he liked, began to notice a lot more. He saw the little glances as well as the longing stares. The way David would always talk to him after Warblers practice, just the two of them in the room. Wes could hardly take it, especially since he was obviously beginning to show feelings for David back.
It was o freaking fficial. David was in love with Gabe.
Poor Wes was heartbroken. He had believed so strongly that it would be him, and as soon as the name of the green eyed Warbler fell from David's mouth, Wes felt pain wrap his heart and squeeze until he couldn't breathe. Yet somehow, in the midst of all of his confusion and heartache, he had for some reason allowed himself to falsely admit that he too loved Gabe. Unlike most boys, David was good spirited about this, since Wes had made it clear he wasn't going to act on the feelings, since talking with David had cleared up his confusion. He believed that would get him out of any further conversation with David, since he wanted to go to his room, preferring being in the room with two guys love making than the guy who was the source of his chest aching. And he did get out of talking about it for the moment. But David was one of those guys who liked to ramble and gush when they were crushing on someone. So day in, day out for weeks it was, Gabe's voice this, Gabe's eyes that. And as of the moment "Oh isn't he so sweet? That SONG he sang today in Warblers. I'm sorry Wes, I know you like him too, but I just can't help it! He's the greatest. Do you know he can bake? He let me try one of the most amazingly delicious chocolate chip cookies today. Do you want me to get you some?" This wasn't the final straw for Wes, he still had a few to go, but this was pretty close, and he snapped at David.
"No. NO! I don't want a cookie! Especially from him..." The Asian boy seethed.
"But Wes you love-" David knew chocolate chip was his favorite.
"I love you! I love you David, just you, and not Gabe, and not cookies! You! David, I love you."
If only it were that easy. Wes didn't dare to speak that last sentence, the words being screamed only in his head. Instead he turned from David and walked the opposite direction from David's room where they were headed, back toward his own.
"Are you sure Wes isn't gonna be back soon?" Kurt gasped, barely able to speak past moaning. Kurt's face was flushed, his head leaning back on Blaine's shoulder as he sat between Blaine legs, Blaine's hand between his legs, pumping furiously. Kurt's pants were unzipped, and slipped down a little; but his boxers stayed on, making the handjob all the more deliciously dirty.
Kurt bucked as his pleasure heightened, whimpering as Blaine stopped his hand movement to kiss his neck.
"Don't, stop." He hissed, and Blaine shook his head.
"Desperate are we?" Kurt groaned.
"Seriously? Our first time doing this and you insist on giving me blue balls." Kurt did not do well with painful erections.
"I think that the phrase 'blue balls' just ruined the moment for me." Blaine teased. But Kurt was so not in the mood.
"I'll do it myself then!" Kurt huffed, and got busy. Blaine watched for a moment; his boyfriend had his face all screwed up in pleasure and concentration and it was sexy and adorable. And okay, for some reason that came out making him seem like a child molester, but sexy and adorable just about summed up Kurt. Blaine smiled a little at the boy he had an arm wrapped around, and then realized something.
"Hey, that's my job!" And he struggled to remove Kurt's hand from his boxers. That was when (you guessed it) the door slammed open and Wes walked in. He glanced over at Blaine and Kurt, his eyebrows migrating towards his hairline. He saw Blaine with his hand down Kurt's pants before Kurt blushed deeply and scrambled for a pillow to cover himself. He was about to leave but then Wes remembered why he was here and couldn't be anywhere else, and slammed the door, walked over to his bed, and plopped down on his back, covering his face with his pillow. Kurt and Blaine could hear his muffled scream.
"Wes?" Blaine asked tentatively. The boy was obviously not in the best mood, and angry Wes was not easy to talk to.
"I know, I know." Wes faced the wall away from Blaine's bed as he spoke. "You and Kurt were in the middle of doing something and I'm interrupting and could I just wait fifteen minutes but you know what Blaine? I can't. I'm sorry. I know I'm getting in the way. I've been getting in the way of everyone's relationships recently... I won't look. I'll put my iPod headphones in and cover my face with this pillow until tomorrow if you want. There's no reason for me to come out." Blaine's face took on a look of upset and worry. Wes never acted helpless or defeated. He was always so upbeat and eager and confident. There was obviously something incredibly wrong.
"Wes, you wanna talk?" Blaine's tone was soft and caring. Wes shook his head, staring at the ceiling. "Seriously, Wesley, I'm here for you, what's wrong?" Kurt huffed indignantly and fixed himself, zipping and buttoning his jeans and smoothing his hair.
"That's it. You'd obviously much rather talk to Wes than… you know…" Kurt scoffed.
"No! Don't leave Kurt." Kurt raised and eyebrow at his boyfriend.
"Blaine, sweetie," Kurt said kindly before his tone turned sour, "You seriously expect me to just be okay with you talking to your friend as you give me a reach around? Not happening. I'm going to look for those cute boys we met the other day." Blaine smirked.
"One of which walked in on us…" Kurt blushed.
"He's probably forgotten by now! And even if he didn't that'd be okay, he'd probably help me out since you obviously don't want to!" Blaine frowned.
"Do you think I'm neglecting you for Wes, cuz I don't think that the handjob is what this is all about Kurt."
"I don't know what I think Blaine! I just, I hate that you have to be so damn helpful that if someone is upset you just drop everything, even my dick." Blaine was starting to feel confusion and upset well inside him.
"Kurt, I'm sorry about this, but other than this I don't know why that makes you upset. I'm always with you, even when there are others around."
"That's the issue!" Kurt all but shrieked. "We're never alone together! People keep getting in our way, and it's embarrassing, and it hurts. Does it never cross your mind to just ask for some away time, tell people you want to be alone?" Blaine's face grew stony.
"Maybe I have a lot of people I know and care about, and I don't want to make them feel cut off from me." Kurt sighed.
"I'm not saying that, I just feel like when someone is upset you ignore everything and everyone else, and they become your focus and number one. Like you just have to give everything to them." Blaine couldn't get over how selfish Kurt was acting, and his anger bubbled up, and boiling stinging words prepared to fall past his lips."
"Oh? So I just drop it all and give them everything huh?" Kurt nodded angrily. "Like I did with you?"
Gabe did not want to feel the tingles he felt as his and David's hands brushed when he handed him the sheet music. Nor the soaring his heart did as David praised his singing. He really didn't want to get the shivers as David whispered in his ear that he was one of the best singers, but to shh and not tell anyone. As well as the thought that raced through his mind when David ate that cookie dough. Lately David had gotten friendlier than usual, touchier, dare he say flirtier? It was a nice thought, but a hopeless hope, so Gabe. Did. Not. Want.
Wes tried hard not to listen to the verbal fistfight that was going on between Kurt Blaine. He couldn't help it though, they were screaming so loud.
"Well sorry, but I thought you wanted to get to know me, which is why you hung out with me. I went to another school!"
"Yeah, and I'd commute hours just to see you!"
"Oh, so it's my fault that you cared about me? That my well being mattered to you?"
"You're so self absorbed." Kurt's glare grew firey.
"It's not selfish to want time with my boyfriend! It's important Blaine!"
"Yeah, but maybe your not as important as you think you are. We know each other well now, I can afford to give my time! Maybe you had your time back then." As soon as he spoke the words he wished he could swallow them back up again. He was just so used to arguing with his dad, whenever he was in an argument he knew just how to break the other person down, no matter how low he himself had to stoop.
"Oh? So that's what I was? You charity case?" Kurt's eyes welled up, and his voice cracked. "Your fucking charity case Blaine fucking Anderson?" The first tear fell, breaking the dam as Kurt's red cheeks flooded. Blaine's face fell.
"No Kurt, that's not what I meant…"
"But yes you did! You did!" He didn't even try to hold back the sobs.
"Kurt, babe, I wasn't trying to…" Kurt cut him off.
"You still did! You went there! And now your true colors show, you're not nearly as perfect as everyone thinks you are! I can't believe I had to date you for three months to see…" Blaine's breath caught in his chest. Was this happening? Were they about to… No! Couples had arguments all the time! He could fix this.
"Kurt, babe, seriously, I'm sorry, that was shitty of me to say that… please, I don't mean it, Kurt." Blaine held his hands up in surrender, but Kurt crossed his arms.
"You seriously think that you can just babe it away? You crossed the line. Blaine?" Kurt's frown faltered as he heard Blaine's shuddering sigh. Was he… crying?
"God, I do suck at relationships." He stared down at his lap, but Kurt heard the sniffling, and saw the tears running down his face. "Just say it. Please don't draw it out." Blaine wiped the back of his hand across is eyes, his chest heaving in sadness. He had just lost Kurt, the only boy he could say he truly loved. And he hadn't even told him.
"Say what?" Kurt stood, his arms not as tightly crossed, his frown replaced with a look of pity and confusion.
"Y-you're breaking up with me." Blaine sobbed, all his heartache in that sentence.
"What? Blaine," Kurt's voice softened, and his arms fell to his sides.
"You're b-b-break-king-king up w-with m-m-m-me right?" Blaine's words were broken up by hiccupping sobs.
"Oh God, Blaine no." Kurt sat back down beside Blaine and wrapped his arms around the heaving boy, who couldn't control himself.
"I-I was so sure… Y-you're so angry K-k-k-kurt." Kurt tightened the hug.
"Oh, baby not anymore. I overreacted Blaine. And although you're not completely innocent I did say some pretty stupid things. Oh I'm so sorry! Why do you put up with me?" Blaine turned toward his boyfriend, returning the hug and wetting his shirt shoulder with tears. He spoke into Kurt's neck, the tears ceasing.
"I love you." He could feel Kurt's shock.
"Bwhat? Blaine what are you saying? You don't, I'm not… I'm not mad, you don't have to…" Kurt spluttered.
"I love you."
"Blaine, it's been and amazing three months and we've been through so much even before we got together and-"
"I love you."
"Blaine," Kurt's voice quivered, "Really."
"I love you, I love you Kurt I love you and I was sososo scared you were going to break up with me I love you! Kurt, you don't have to say it I don't expect you to say it but I love you. I really truly love you Kurt." Blaine squeezed Kurt with all his might as the tears started again, ones of relief and joy this time. "Kurt? I love you."
"I love you too Blaine. Really." Kurt replied, and the two of them put their feelings into their most passionate kiss, apologizing in a way a million I'm sorry's never could.
With a heavy heart, and a tearstained face, Wes left the room.
Gabe was doing his best not to squeal. Here he was, sitting with David on David's bed, the two of them just talking.
"Where's Wes?"
"His room."
"Blaine?" Gabe asked, hating how obvious he sounded.
"With Kurt in his room. It's been a while dude, we've never really just one on one talked like this." David grinned in a way that melted Gabe.
"I never thought you'd want to." David raised an eyebrow.
"Well you have Wes, and Blaine. And Kurt now. I thought you'd kinda reached your gay friend quota."
"What? That makes no sense. And Wes isn't even gay." Gabe gave David a look.
"He likes you though," David refused to let his thoughts take that turn, and swerved in the other direction.
"We're like best friends…" Gabe shook his head.
"Which makes it all the more sad that you can't even see…" He saw the incredulous look on David's face. "He likes you David! As in has a massive crush! I'm gay! I can sense these things. I know them." David laughed and shook his head.
"He, promise not to tell him I told you, but he told me he likes you too." David didn't notice his slip up until it was too late. Gabe was sure he imagined it, but he blushed furiously.
"Damn, I'm sorry, this isn't okay with you is it?" David asked meekly. Gabe shook his eyes wide eyed.
"Actually David I-? So does that mean you-?" Gabe didn't finish his sentence.
"Yes." And he felt lightheaded, about to fall over, and he swore he couldn't contain any more happiness, he felt about to burst.
But then David grasped his face.
Their lips growing nearer and nearer, until they barely touched, and both boys felt as if their hearts had slingshot to the clouds, beating fast and hard. Their eyes slipped shut, and the moment was perfect.
Until Wes banged open the door. "David, we need to talk." He stood in the doorway, his bloodshot eyes refilling as a look of sorrow clouded his face, seeing the two boys with their arms around each other, even as they broke apart. His hands balled at his sides and he didn't bother even to shut the door as he fled, running to a destination he didn't even know.
Oh god. The angst. I don't know where it came from. I promise the fluff returns next chapter. Poor Wes. Oh, and were you scared for Kurt and Blaine? There's no way they'll break up in this fic believe me. At least not permanently. Tune in Saturday (hopefully) for another chapter. And if you need your fluff fix, lyk nao, then check out my story It's A Football Thing. It's so fluffy you'll suffocate. Reviews are what makes me update fast! So please let me know what you think!
