A/N: Original Song.
Gah!
There are no words. Seriously. Just… that kiss couldn't have been more epic if they tried.
This chapter is long. Real A/N down the bottom cause I don't want to spoil anything. Hope you like it!
Blaine pushed him up against the door and pressed his body closer to him. There was a moan as Blaine sucked on his bottom lip, his teeth ever so lightly grazing it. One hand gripped the mans waist tightly, while the other frantically dug through his pockets for his keys.
He was finally forced the break the kiss, but the taller of the two continued his kisses along Blaine's jaw and down his neck, eliciting an almost painful moan from Blaine as he was overcome with desire more intense than he'd ever felt.
Somehow the keys ended up in the lock. He tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge.
"Stupid lock needs to get fixed." He growled.
The response from the other was to suck a little harder at his pulse point.
"You're killing me." He groaned.
Finally, it was swung open and Blaine tightened his grip on the other man to stop him from falling backwards.
"That's the point." He said in a breathy voice.
As their lips found each other's once again, Blaine managed to kick the door shut with his feet and throw his keys somewhere in the general direction of the kitchen counter. With both arms free again he pulled the taller man tightly to him.
"Bedroom."
Blaine started pulling him towards the bedroom, and he willingly followed. They fell back on the bed ungracefully, their heated pursuit for each other never stopping for a second.
"You've gotten really good at this." Blaine gasped, as hips were ground roughly against each other.
"You've obviously been out of practice."
Lips started making their way down again. His neck, his collar bone, buttons were quickly being popped. There was more skin on skin and the sensation jolted him.
"Stop."
There was a pause.
"What the hell are we doing?"
"I know you're familiar with the concept." He placed another kiss on Blaine's neck.
Blaine pushed against him firmly. "Kurt, I'm serious."
"What does it matter? Do you want me?"
"Yes. You know that I-
"Then stop thinking about it. Just feel."
"No." Blaine managed to slide out from under Kurt. "No. This isn't right."
X X X
Earlier.
"Dammit!" Blaine threw the pale grey shirt back onto the bed with a huff. Nothing was right.
His room currently resembled a disaster zone. Every single shirt he owned was strewn across his bed. Shoes were scattered around floor and ties had been flung everywhere. He went to run a hand through his hair, but remembered he'd just spent forty-five minutes carefully styling it to perfection. He kicked his bed instead (and winced as his big toe ached in protest at the rather violent action).
"This is hopeless." He muttered.
He couldn't remember ever feeling so nervous. Tyler was the first guy in a long time that had paid attention to him, that he actually might like back. He couldn't afford to screw this up. He didn't want to screw this up.
Circumstances might have been saying that he was just a rebound for Tyler, but Blaine was determined to change that. He could be the guy, not just the rebound guy. He was sure of it.
He just had to find the right shirt.
Pants had been easy. He had a favourite pair of black denim jeans that made his ass look incredible (or so he assumed, because when he first tried them on, Mel's jaw and dropped and she'd said something along the lines of 'Damn Blaine, sexy much?'). It was a no brainer to wear those. He now stood shirtless in his room scowling at his poor collection of shirts.
When and why had he decided it was a good idea to just grab whatever the hell was on sale with little to no thought? He should have gone shopping during the week.
"Having problems?" Melinda poked her head in the door. She surveyed the scene. "What the hell happened here? Oh... wait, the hair. Just saw it." her gaze was diverted to the top of his head, her eyes went wide. "What the fuck Blaine? Seriously?"
"I think I'm going to have a panic attack." He admitted.
Mel approached him and clamped both hands down on his shoulders. She had to stand on her tip toes to be eye level with him.
"Ok. You need to chill out. Breathe."
He took a deep breath and she removed her hands. He stared at her, waiting for further instructions, because he was at a loss.
"Ok, now, one; get rid of the hair. Go and rinse out whatever crap you've put in there cause it looks awful."
"But Mel, it-
"No. Take my word for it. Your curls are adorable. This helmet thing you've got going on is not. So go and get in the shower and don't come out until every little bit of product is gone, and I'll find a shirt for you."
"He's going to be here in ten minutes! I don't have time for a shower!"
"I'll stall him."
She pushed Blaine towards the bathroom even as he protested, but she wouldn't have any of it. She herself wanted to protest against the date altogether, there was something about it that just didn't sit right with her. She'd been convinced that Blaine was still in love with Kurt and now all of a sudden this random guy was in the picture? She didn't like it. But seeing how happy Blaine had been in the past couple of days (happier than he had been in a while), had forced her to keep her mouth shut. No matter how much it was killing her.
Once Blaine was in the shower she picked up a navy button down shirt and hung it on the door. It would look fine. Blaine could make anything look good really. But even if it didn't, it wasn't like it mattered. This Tyler thing was temporary. It had to be.
Fifteen minutes later she heard the water shut off and there was a knock on the door.
As soon as she saw, who she assumed to be Tyler standing there, she understood a little better where Blaine was coming from. If she were going on a date with this guy, she'd be freaking out about what to wear too. His hair was a natural looking blonde, swept across his face, in a way that suited him more perfectly than she could explain. He wore navy jeans and grey button down shirt with a loosely hanging red tie (that somehow he managed to make work). He grinned charmingly.
"Mel right?" he asked.
His voice was silky smooth and made her legs feel a little weaker. This guy was a singer? She desperately wondered what his voice sounded like.
She nodded "Tyler?"
"Yeah. Blaine didn't tell me you were gorgeous."
Her face heated up as his eyes briefly swept over her. She felt suddenly self-conscious wearing only and old over-sized hoodie and leggings.
Gay. Gay. Gay. Gay. Her mind chanted over and over. He's gay. Not into you. Into Blaine. Blaine, your friend.
"Probably because I'm not his type." she finally managed to say something. She opened the door wider. "He's just finishing up getting ready. So, come in."
"Sweetheart, with your looks, I'm pretty sure you're everyone's type."
"Please. Now I know you're lying." A stray giggle escaped. Bad Mel. Stop flirting. She wasn't all that attractive. Sure, she would make herself look alright with the help of make up, a curling iron and fitting clothes. But really, she was just average. "Plus, you probably shouldn't be flirting with your date's best friend. Want a drink?"
He shook his head. "No I'm good." He stuffed his hands in his pockets. "So, got big plans tonight?" He asked her.
She laughed. "Obviously. Can't you tell?" She gestured to what she was wearing. Oh yeah, good one. Just make the hot guy acutely aware that you're dressed like a slob.
"Right. Stupid question on my half. Who are you all dressed up for then?" He teased.
He was flirting with her and she was enjoying every second of it, even though she knew she shouldn't have been. He was Blaine's date for crying out loud. Blaine would kill her if he found out.
"This guy, Kurt. We're hanging out at my apartment later on." She winced. That was supposed to be on the very down low. Though, she was sure Tyler wouldn't know who he was. "Oh shoot. I wasn't… uh… don't tell Blaine please? I can't explain why but… he'd be really upset."
Tyler's eyebrows had raised at hearing the name Kurt. "Why? Is this Kurt guy someone special?" He asked.
She shook her head. "No. No he's… he's no one at all."
"Then why would Blaine be upset?"
"Uh…" She desperately tried to think of a lie on the spot. "Because, he's really kind of protective and likes to screen and interrogate every guy I go on dates with. I didn't want him worrying about when he's been freaking out about his date with you."
Tyler could have punched something. What the hell was it about this Kurt guy that had everyone sprouting lies at him all over the place? Who was he? He highly doubted Melinda was talking about a different Kurt. After all, how many Kurt's in the world were there? However, he tried to ignore it, and instead forced out a smirk.
"Blaine's been freaking out about going on a date with me?"
"Whatever she's told you is a lie." Blaine appeared. Hair mostly gel free (though it looked like he'd put something in his hair to tame the curls a little, it was a far cry better than the slicked back, hard as a helmet thing he'd had going on before), his shirt buttoned up save for the top two, and a jacket slung casually over one arm.
Tyler gave a low whistle. "I definitely approve of that outfit." He said.
"You're welcome." Mel said.
"Have you been waiting long?" Blaine asked.
Mel was slightly surprised at the cool and collected Blaine she was seeing now. It was so different from the three seconds away from a panic attack Blaine from about twenty minutes ago.
Tyler shook his head. "Not long at all. Just long enough for Mel to share her big plans for tonight with me."
Mel nodded with false enthusiasm. "A John Hughes marathon is long over due. It's just me, myself, and teen movies from the eighties tonight."
"Here?" Blaine asked.
She shook her head. "No. I'll go back to mine. You know… just in case." She winked not too subtly and Tyler laughed. "Now you boys hurry along. It was nice meeting you Tyler. Take care of him alright?"
Tyler saluted. "Yes captain. It was lovely to meet you too." He added.
She shut the door behind them and sighed. Had she really just flirted, big time, with Blaine's date? She needed to find a straight man for herself, pronto.
X X X
Kurt triple checked the address on his phone as he stood in front of the building. Aside from 'I really hope this is the right building or else this will be really embarrassing for me' the only question on his mind was 'What the hell am I doing?'.
Actually, that question had been on his mind a lot the past week. Past month even. What the hell was he doing? Being here in New York. Trying to hold some sort of a civil conversation with Blaine of all people. Letting his life drift idly by as he did nothing of note or interest, except sell a few lazily written short films. In his bag (the one he took with him everywhere) was a half written script of the story he just couldn't finish.
He shoved it in there once with the intention of going to a café to write more. But that had never happened and he'd never taken it out of his bag. It just… existed. Just like him. It existed half finished and no longer cared for.
Maybe he was standing on the sidewalk of this New York street in front of a foreign building because the prospect of actually having someone to talk to, really talk to was too much to pass up. He didn't know. All he knew was that the girl's apartment was number Six B and before he could think too much he pressed the button.
"Yeah?" A voice came through the intercom.
"Uh, Melinda?"
"Kurt? I'll buzz you in, come on up."
He could have left then. He wanted to leave then. But he didn't. He found himself walking up the stairs of the apartment block. With each step forward the desire to turn back grew stronger. But for some reason he didn't.
"Kurt! Hi!" The tiny brunette answered the door with a smile.
Kurt gave a half smile in return and she opened the door wide for him to walk in. He looked around the apartment. It was even smaller than Blaine's. The kitchen and living room was one big room, with no real indication of where one started at the other began. On the wall directly opposite him where two identical doors. He assumed one was the bathroom and the other the bedroom.
"Yep, welcome to my, ah, humble abode." She said. "Emphasis on the humble."
"It's lovely." He meant it. The place looked lived in. In a tolerable way, not the 'I'm wading in three feet of garbage' way. There were several newspapers strewn across the table in the kitchen, and even more magazines across the counter. A couple of dirty dished were piled up in the sink and in the living room area there was a messy pile of dvds and cushions and a quilt thrown over the couch, a laptop left open and running sat on the coffee table. His mind wandered to his own apartment. It was cold and bare. White and grey everywhere, and there was not a thing out of place. He often felt like a stranger in his own place.
Melinda shrugged. "You do what you can I suppose."
"Yeah, right."
"Well, can I get you anything? Food? A drink? Make yourself comfy on the couch, ok?"
"I'm ok." He gingerly approached the old worn couch. He pushed a few cushions aside and sat primly on the edge of it.
She busied herself in the kitchen for a moment. When she turned to him she laughed. "Kurt, you look like you're about to bolt away. Honestly, treat this like you would your own place. Here, I got you glass of water in case you want it." She set it down on the coffee table in front of him.
"Thank you." For show only, he settled a little further back in the couch. "Why did you invite me here?" He asked.
She shrugged. "I don't really know." That was a lie, she did, but she wasn't sure how well 'I'm trying to see if I can find a way to get you and Blaine to see clearly and understand that you guys belong together' would go down. "I just… got the feeling you could use someone to hang out with."
He didn't say anything.
"Kurt, I'm a friend ok? I swear. I'm not out to get you, or use you or anything like that."
"In my experience, there's no such thing."
X X X
Tyler had refused to let Blaine pay for the cab, insisting that because he was the one who had asked Blaine out, he had to pay for everything. As soon as they'd stepped out onto the sidewalk, he grabbed Blaine's hand.
"The world needs to know that you are with me and there's nothing they can do about it." Tyler said, giving Blaine's hand a squeeze.
Blaine ducked his head to try and hide the fact he was blushing quite severely.
The restaurant was nice. Fancy, but not uncomfortably so. There were no more forks than usual on the table, which for Blaine, was a relief. But it still had an air of 'you are classy if you eat here'. Basically, Blaine approved of it as a place for a first date. The entire time the waitress lead them to their table (a more private one towards the back of the place) Tyler didn't let go of his hand (which he could feel was clammy and sweaty and entirely unappealing, so he valued to gesture even more).
As they took their seats, water was poured out for them and they were both handed menus.
Then the awkwardness set in.
They were on a date. An actual date. Together.
They worked together. If this went terribly wrong it would be incredibly awkward for both of them.
Blaine suddenly struggled for something to talk about. His eyes wandered around the restaurant looking for something as a point of reference for conversation. When there was nothing he decided to stare at his menu.
It had never been like this with Kurt. They were never short on anything to say…
He needed to stop comparing guys to Kurt. This was Tyler an incredible (hot) guy, who actually seemed to be interested in him.
"Your friend seems nice." Tyler said.
"Huh?" Blaine looked up at him.
"Mel? I think her name is..."
"Oh, yeah. She's great." He grinned. He was glad Tyler liked Blaine. If Mel had made a good impression on him, she must have changed her mind about him after all (because when he'd initially mentioned the date, she'd had a look that could murder on her face).
"How did you guys meet?"
"Its a... strange story."
"I like strange. Well, sometimes."
Blaine shook his head. "No really. It involves lapse in judgement, alcohol and the fact that she's extremely persuasive. And attractive... for a girl, I suppose."
Tyler laughed. "Yeah she is. I was honestly shocked when I opened the door. I hadn't pictured her being so hot."
Blaine just nodded. Apparently tact was not something Tyler possessed. Oh yeah, just go on about how hot you think my female best friend is while on a date with me. Awesome.
"She said she had plans tonight with some guy."
Blaine interest suddenly perked up. "What? She didn't say anything to me." he said. He felt a little insulted. Mel had said she was just having a Friday night in by herself. Why had she lied?
"Yeah... Kurt, she said his name was. Isn't that the guy you know? Are you mutual friends?"
His heart plummeted. "Kurt? Maybe... maybe you misheard her. You had to have, they don't know each other. Not really."
Tyler shook his head. "No she definitely said Kurt. She also told me not to tell you. Like she wanted to hide it… are you ok? You look a little pale."
"I-I'm fine. You know I think we should get the merlot, treat ourselves for a change, yeah."
"Ok... anyway, I had my first weird fan experience the other day."
As Tyler launched into a story that had something to do with a girl standing in front of him screaming, Blaine tuned out. He couldn't help it. What was going on? Mel was hanging out with Kurt? That... that couldn't be right. She wouldn't... she wouldn't do that. Would she? She was supposed to be on his side. Kurt broke his heart not the other way around. Kurt was the one to end it all, leaving him a shattered broken mess. Mel wasn't supposed to go being all friendly toward him. How had they even gotten in contact with each other? What was going on?
"And she said she's named her fish after me. One is Tyler the other is Blake. You know, cause I have two first names. It's awesome."
Blaine nodded and forced a smile. "Yeah, awesome. Having a solid fanbase is important in the industry."
"Yeah... right." Tyler frowned.
The waitress came over and took their orders, Blaine made sure he got the bottle of wine. Screw his no alcohol stance, because he only ever did stupid things as a result of drinking. He needed it tonight. He'd just be careful and not drink too much.
"Can you excuse me for a moment?" he asked Tyler once she left, getting up out of his seat.
Blaine headed to the bathroom and pulled out his phone, quickly bringing up a familiar number. It rang several times before anyone picked up.
"Hello?"
"Mel?"
There was music playing softy in the background. Blaine was sure it sounded like some kind of show tune.
"Blaine, hi! How's the date going?"
"Alright. How's the movie watching?"
"Oh I'm… having a break from that right now. Listening to some Patti LuPone. Did you know she's incredible?"
"What? Since when did you like Broadway?"
"Um, always."
She was lying to him. He knew it. He could just tell.
"You should go back to your date Blaine." She said. "He's really cute and I approve of him."
"I will. I just want to ask you a question, and I want you to answer honesty. Ok?"
"O...k..."
"Is Kurt with you?" he asked
"I... uh..." she stuttered. "N-no. What would make you ask that?"
"I said answer honestly Mel. Is he there."
"How did you... oh. That jerk told you? I told him not to."
"Yeah, he did." Blaine skipped around the jerk comment. "What the hell Mel? How could you?"
"Just let me explain."
"There's nothing to explain. You're a traitor of a friend you know that? He broke my heart and you're suddenly best friends with him? What is wrong with you?"
"Blaine..."
"No. Forget it."
He hung up abruptly. He was absolutely fuming. How could she do that? He hated her. He was sick of people betraying him. He'd given two people in his life his complete trust, and both of them had an abused it. He pocketed his phone and took a deep breath. He tried to calm himself down for a moment before heading back to the table. The wine had been poured and he took a long gulp.
"Woah, you alright man?" Tyler gave him a concerned look.
"I'm fine." Blaine said calmly. "Just pretty over people that like going behind your back and stabbing you."
Tyler nodded. "Yeah, I hear ya man. Girls' right? Who needs em?"
Blaine held up his glass. "Hear, hear."
X X X
"So I take it Blaine knows I'm here?" Kurt asked in a timid voice.
Mel nodded. "Yep. He's pretty mad at me. He uh... I don't think he's gotten over you yet."
Kurt's expression darkened. "He got over me years ago."
Mel settled back down on the couch and faced Kurt. "He wouldn't tell me what happened between you two."
Kurt shrugged. "There's not much to say. People change and drift apart. Long distance just doesn't work. Personally, I think we were foolish to try in the first place."
"Yeah, see, he implied nearly the same thing. But that doesn't explain what actually happened."
"I don't want to talk about it." Kurt said shortly.
"He said you broke his heart. Judging from how he acted when you first called, I'd believe it." The words were virtually spilling out of her mouth without permission. She supposed, in a way, there wasn't as much to lose from interrogating Kurt. If he pushed her away because he didn't want to talk about it, it wasn't like she was losing a friend.
Kurt laughed bitterly. It was a strange hollow sound and Melinda automatically hated hearing it. "Blaine was not the one with a broken heart."
She frowned. "But... he... I mean, Kurt, you didn't see him. You can't comprehend what he was like after that call. I'd never seen him like that. Not once, and I've been worried about him ever since. Something about him as been different. He's so much more distant, and I haven't even realised that was possible."
There was curiosity in Kurt's expressive eyes. Mel could see the questions that were bugging him. And a hint of something else... yes, if she wasn't mistaken, Kurt still cared a lot for Blaine. More than he'd probably ever admit. Her heart broke for the two of them. How had they ended up this way?
"You must be mistaken then." he said.
Mel bit her lip, holding back from spilling everything about the night she'd come home to Blaine being drunk out of his mind and rambling on and on about how amazing Kurt was.
"So, what do you do?" she asked, making a point of her topic change.
Kurt blinked and the rapid change, and shrugged. "Not much."
"Are you homeless?"
Kurt raised an eyebrow, a move that looked like he'd practiced to perfection. "Do I look homeless?" he asked.
"Then you must do something. Unless, you're someone's bitch and they pay for your Armani jackets. Oh yes," She noticed the look Kurt gave her. "I noticed."
"I'm no ones bitch." Kurt said. "How did you know it was Armani?"
"I was once an aspiring fashion journalist."
"And now?"
"I freelance for mostly online magazines and blogs, but work part time for a newspaper. I'm only in the office a couple of hours a week though. You never answered my question. What do you do?"
He shrugged. "I struggle to write screenplays."
"And can afford designer clothes?"
He paused. "Sometimes."
"… Right." Her eyebrow was the one raised this time. Her writing career wasn't struggling (just, not exactly going anywhere) and her apartment was the most she could afford. She was aware of what regular working screen writers earned. There was no way…
"My uh..." he paused for a moment. "Undefined relationship, sort of, person, is uh... generous. Often."
"You are someone's bitch." she smirked.
Kurt went red. "Stop saying that. God, I don't even know why I'm telling you all this stuff."
"What? Kurt you've told me barely anything about yourself."
"I've told you more than I've told Blaine."
She could just sense what he was implying and she reached across to put a hand on his knee. "Relax Kurt, I swear I won't tell him anything. Besides, he probably won't want to speak to me again now. Or at least, not until I'm at his knees grovelling."
Kurt placed a hand over hers. "Thank you. You're a very kind person."
She grimaced. "Actually, I'm not. Usually, I'm kind of a bitch."
"I find that hard to believe."
"Well, Blaine is, honestly the only real friend I have. Oh sure, there was a time where I would have stabbed him in the back to get what I wanted. Like Tyler, for example. Far out, a year ago I would have totally screwed over Blaine for a chance with hottie mchotpants in a red tie. But now..."
"Wait, what about Tyler?"
"Blaine's kind of..." she hesitated. Should she tell him? She quickly went with yes, if there was any chance jealousy could reignite the spark between the two of them, she needed to take the risk. "On a date with this guy. Who is gorgeous, by the way."
"Tall, blonde hair, a smile several kilowatts bright?"
"Yes... how did you..."
"We met, briefly. Blaine's on a date with him?" Kurt sounded confused, which was not what she wanted. He was supposed be raging in jealousy at Blaine being out with another man. Instead he just seemed puzzled.
"Yes?"
"Why?" His brow was creased in puzzlement.
She shrugged. "From what I know, Blaine's had a massive dry spell, Tyler's cute, asked him out and… there you go. I'm not happy about it either, but it is what it is."
"But... he has a girlfriend."
"I'm not Blaine's girlfriend?"
"I meant Tyler."
"Oh. Wait, how could he have a girlfriend? Are you sure?"
"Yes, he said 'this is my girlfriend' I can't remember her name now. But that's irrelevant. She was definitely his girlfriend."
"So... there's still hope for me then? If he likes girls as well?" she grinned. Easy, get Blaine and Kurt to get together, show Tyler that he needed her and not anyone else. Everyone wins.
"Melinda, he's on a date with Blaine."
"That won't be forever. Blaine will start comparing him to you and break it off..." she trailed off at the end, noticing Kurt's suddenly wide eyes. "Um, forget I said that. Please forget I said that."
"I..." Kurt's voice sounded strangled as he tried to find something to say. "What?"
Mel sighed. "I'm only going to tell you this because I... I think it will do the both of you good. Blaine's still in love with you Kurt."
"Huh?" his face had now gone completely blank.
"Blaine was telling me that, well, that the reason he struggled to maintain any sort of relationship with another guy was because… he always compared them to you. That something would come up, they would do or say something and suddenly all Blaine could think about was how it was so similar to something you would do, or how it was the complete opposite of something you would say."
"But he..."
"I don't know what happened between you. Because neither of you will tell me. But I do know he's in love with you and I know there's a reason you're here, I don't mean fate sort of crap. You came here looking for something, you must have. Even if you haven't admitted it to yourself."
Kurt went silent. He stared at his hands in his lap, and Mel wondered what was going through his mind at what she'd just told him.
Then there was a loud banging on the door.
"Mel! Open up!" the voice was loud and angry.
Mel jumped up immediately and opened the door. "What the hell Blaine. Trying to get me evicted? I already got a warning last week."
"I want answers."
"To what questions?"
"Why... why the fuck are you befriending him?" Blaine had stepped into the apartment. "You're not supposed to. You're supposed to be on my side. You're supposed to hate him."
"Hate me?" Kurt stood up. "Why?"
"She's my friend. Mine. Not yours and I refuse to let you take anything else away from me Kurt. Because that's all you are. A taker. I gave you everything I possibly could and you took it all and left me with nothing. Nothing."
"You're one to talk Blaine Anderson. Whatever you were giving me you were giving those other guys. How do you think that made me feel?"
Blaine was about to yell back but stopped. The fury on his face was replaced with confusion. "Huh? What other guys?"
"The ones you were slutting around with."
"You were the one slutting around. I use to use facebook, I was a teenager once. Do you have any idea how it felt to see that three days after you broke up with me you had some new guy on your arm? To realise you dumped me for another guy? And you had the audacity to lie about it."
"I guess the date went well." Mel muttered to herself under her breath. She quietly slipped into her bedroom to give them privacy.
"I didn't lie about anything. I asked you about Justin and you lied. There were pictures of you kissing and you lied to me about it."
"Who the hell is Justin?"
"Oh god, were there that many of them you can't even remember anymore? Justin… the Afro guy. Your roommate?"
"Woah, wait, you mean Justin my roommate for my first semester of college?"
"Yes. You cheated on me with him."
"He kissed me and it was a dare. I told you that. I was never interested in him. You were just that freaking insecure, you couldn't believe me."
"Oh please, you glowed whenever you mentioned him."
"You're making that up in your deluded head. What wasn't imaginary was the way you smiled whenever you said Cedric's name."
"He had the same name as a Harry Potter character of course I was going to smile whenever I said his name. I couldn't believe I actually met someone called Cedric."
"Well you sure talked about a lot."
"At least I never kissed him."
"Why would I cheat on you Kurt? Give me one possible reason. One that's actually legit. Because, you were the best thing to ever happen to me. Ever. Why would I have screwed that up?"
Kurt suddenly realised their proximity. At some point in their argument they'd moved to close to be almost nose-to-nose. Both were breathing heavily and anger lit up in their eyes. And yet, right then and there Blaine was the most stunning Kurt had ever seen him.
No one initiated it. It just happened. In a moment they were pressed up against each other in a heated kiss.
A/N: 1. Little bit of revelation as to what happened with Kurt and Blaine back in the day. It's based a little bit off a relationship breakdown I'm witnessing in my own life, where they both currently have completely different perspectives as to what's going on. It's actually really sad. But yeah, I wanted to reveal a little of what actually happened between them, and uh… I'm a drama junkie, so naturally, it had to be a little over the top. Hopefully it's not too much.
2. If Tyler were the main character of this fic, he'd pretty much be a male mary sue (Gary-stu? I'm not sure). Basically, everyone seems to love him, but I don't know why. Thankfully, Kurt has remained sane from the force that is Tyler.
3. The record number of reviews for a chapter with this fic is 16 (whaaaat? The insanity of that!) want to try and beat it? I mean… we do have Klaine kisses (not in the form of a flashback)… that's incentive right?
Right?
Thanks for reading!
