DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, nor am I associated with it or RIB.

Break Me

By: xSlythStratasfaction

Warning: Season 2 spoilers! This fic is AU with canon tendencies (does that make any sense? Haha!) VERY ANGSTY. Also, some foul language.


Burt paced in front of the couch, his arms crossed tightly across his chest as he mumbled curses under his breath. From where Kurt was sitting on the couch, he could see his dad's face was bright red and angry – the man was very, very pissed and the crappy thing was: it was all Kurt's fault.

Kurt was the idiot who decided to go to that party. He was the one who decided to bring Blaine back to his house instead of taking him back to Dalton. And now everything was falling back on him.

"I want to know exactly what happened last night and I don't want anything skimmed over. I want to know it all."

Blaine swallowed heavily and squirmed in his seat, shooting a scared look to Kurt. "Mr. Hummel, this is all my fault. I don't even really remember what happened last night and-"

"What do you mean you don't remember last night?"

Kurt blanched, watching in horror as his dad's eyes fell onto him. Burt unlocked his crossed arms and threw his hands in the air, "Were you drinking last night? Is that why you were crying this morning? You don't remember anything!"

"No!" Kurt jumped up from his seat, "I was the designated driver yesterday. There was a party and everyone got drunk - Finn didn't drink either, before you go off on him – and I didn't think it would be safe to take Blaine back to Dalton, so I brought him here."

"So everyone was drinking? Kids? …you're all underage! What the hell were you thinking?"

Neither boy commented; both of them still watching Burt pace the room, his face getting redder and redder.

"Dad, please calm down. Your heart can't handle this much stress."

"I'm just trying to figure out what the hell my kid was thinking when he thought it would be cool to go out partyin' and drinking and then come back with his drunk gay friend and spend the night all holed up in his room!" Burt shot a look at Kurt and then another at Blaine, "What happened in your room last night?"

"Nothing!"

"Really? Because Blaine here is wearing your clothes, has his stuff in a bag, and looks like he just got out of the shower!"

"He threw up on himself last night." It wasn't the truth, but it also wasn't a total lie – Blaine did throw up during the evening, but not on himself. "He needed a shower and some clothes. I couldn't just let him go back to Dalton covered in dry vomit!"

"So you two didn't-"

"NO!" Kurt threw his own hands into the air in disbelief; just knowing that his father thought he was sleeping with Blaine had him wanting to hide in a cave. He was just so embarrassed right now.

Blaine fidgeted next to him, staring up at Burt in fear. "Sir, nothing happened last night between us. I spent all night with my head in the commode and Kurt took care of me, that's all. If anything, I owe Kurt a lot because if it weren't for him, I would be in some major trouble right now."

Burt stopped his pacing to glare at Blaine before he turned back to Kurt. "Take him back to Dalton and then come straight home. You and I aren't done talking."

"But dad-"

Blaine shot another look at Kurt, "Mr. Hummel, please. This isn't Kurt's fault. It's mine and I'm so sorry."

"Save it." Burt turned away from the boys, heading out of the living room. He paused for a moment, taking a second to look back at his son with a look Kurt had never seen before. "Kurt, you have no idea how disappointed I am right now."

And then he left, taking Kurt's heart with him.


The car ride back to Dalton was stuffy, yet quiet.

Both boys got into the Navigator without saying a word and neither spoke during the drive. Kurt just drove with white knuckles, his grip on the wheel so tight that it hurt. His eyes were threatening to fill with tears and his throat was locked tight from his withheld sobs. Next to him, Blaine sat rod straight in the passenger seat, every once in a while looking over to make sure Kurt hadn't broken down yet. When they finally pulled up in front of the Academy dormitories, Blaine turned and bit his lip.

"I'm so sorry about getting you in trouble with your dad, Kurt. I never-"

"I can't do this anymore."

"What? What do you mean?"

Kurt turned, his blue-green eyes fiery with rage. He slammed a hand on the steering wheel, "THIS! This thing with you, whatever the fuck it is! DID YOU EVEN HEAR WHAT MY DAD SAID? He's disappointed in me, Blaine! Disappointed! And it's all your fault!"

"Kurt, I-"

"I've tried my hardest with you. I've tried to get over you, I've tried to remain your friend and push aside all the shit you pull with me, and now this happens! My dad is pissed at me, Finn is pissed at me, and it's all your fault! You're ruining my life!"

"I'm ruining your life? What?" Blaine's eyes were blazing now as he leaned into the car and glared at his raging best friend. "I got drunk. Shit happens! I fail to see how one night of stupidity on my part has anything to do with ruining your life!"

"Oh really? Well, here's a tidbit of information for you, Blaine Anderson: getting drunk and trying to get in my pants isn't something that a good friend would do and I am having the hardest time figuring out if you're even that to me right now."

"I- what?"

"Get out of my car."

Blaine stepped back, his hand still gripping the side of the passenger door. "I tried to- oh Kurt, I didn't even- oh my God." He swayed a bit on his feet, eyes locking with Kurt's, "Nothing happened, did it?"

"No."

"Oh God. Kurt, I'm so sorry."

"Well right now, sorry isn't good enough, Blaine. Now get out of my car."

"But Kurt-"

"GET OUT!"

Kurt waited until Blaine slid away from the door before he reached across the console and slammed it shut. He peeled out of the parking lot, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tried to push back the shocked, horrified expression that he witnessed flash over Blaine's face.


When Kurt got home, he and his dad had a very long, complicated talk. Kurt had explained what exactly happened at the party, followed by a watered down explanation of what went down in his bedroom that night. He told his dad about Blaine getting sick and how flirty he had gotten, but didn't mention their sloppy makeout session or how they practically had clothed sex on the dance floor at Rachel's. By the end of the conversation, Kurt had told his dad that the reason he was crying in the kitchen was because of Blaine and Rachel's make-out session and that he was jealous that he had never been kissed before.

And Burt believed it.

That, of course, earned him another conversation, one that Kurt was just not ready to have, so his dad took a raincheck and gave Kurt a hug. He told him that he wasn't disappointed in Kurt, but was just upset that Kurt didn't come to him for permission to house Blaine's drunk ass. By the time the Hummel men had finished talking, Kurt was wiping away tears and Burt was patting him on the shoulder.

"I love you, Kurt. Don't ever forget that."

"I love you too, dad."

Things were going to be just fine… in the Hummel household that was.


"Kurt, if you get this, can you please call me back? I'm so sorry over what happened this weekend. I never wanted something like this to happen and I don't blame you if you hate me right now. Just please. Please call me back."

Blaine just kept on calling… and calling and calling and calling.

It finally got the point that Kurt turned off his phone for the rest of the weekend. He ignored Blaine when he called the house, ignored him when he tried to chat with him on Facebook, and definitely ignored him when he began e-mailing long apologies. Right now, dealing with Blaine's bullshit wasn't Kurt's top priority. He needed to sort out his own life before he bothered with Blaine, so he decided to have a Kurt weekend, something he hadn't had in a long, long time.

He took a long bath, gave himself a facial, and cleaned up his nails. He deeply cleansed his skin and exfoliated his pores, making sure to take extra care of his eyes, of which he believed had been overworked in the crying department. By the end of the weekend, he felt more refreshed than he had in ages and after catching up on his sleep, he felt like he could head off to Dalton without feeling like a zombie for once.

But, there was just one thing he forgot: Blaine would still be at Dalton and he still wanted to talk.

So, when Kurt stepped into the doors of Dalton Academy on Monday morning, he found himself face to face with a distraught looking Blaine.

"Kurt, can we talk?"

"I'd rather we not at the moment."

"I just need to know if we're okay. If-"

"If we're okay?" Kurt raised an eyebrow at this, instantly curious as to what Blaine meant. He crossed his arms over his chest and stepped away from the crowd of people trying to make their way down the hall. "What do you mean by we're?"

"Us. The two of us as friends. I just want to know if I ruined it. I-"

"You want to know if you ruined our friendship? Hmm… let me think… mostly, yes you did."

Blaine paled, biting his lip as his eyes grew wide and watery. "So we're done?"

"I need a break from you, Blaine. I just can't do this. I can't get over you and be around you at the same time."

Blaine looked down at the floor, his hands wringing themselves together, "I never meant to hurt you. I just-"

"You may have not wanted to hurt me, Blaine, but you did. And right now I can't forgive that. I'm sorry. I need to go," Kurt pushed away from the wall and went off down the hall, leaving a quiet Blaine behind him. He didn't bother to look back as he went on to his first class. To be completely honest, he was still so hurt that he just couldn't care to be bothered by what Blaine was feeling.

And he kept this mentality for a few more days: Kurt is number one and no one else should take that place.


By the end of the week, Blaine had slipped back into his usual routine. He and Kurt still weren't speaking, but Kurt did notice him on his cell phone a lot, a strange smile plastered on his face.

Kurt told himself he wouldn't worry himself over whom Blaine was talking to on the phone, but then jealously reared its ugly head and suddenly Kurt needed to know who exactly Blaine was speaking with. He especially wanted to know who was making Blaine smile like that. So, after Warbler practice ended, he cornered his friend, frowning to himself when he noticed the boy was texting someone, grinning like a mad man.

"Hey."

"Oh Kurt! Hey."

"I was wondering if you'd like to get some coffee. I'm a little tired and need some caffeine, but I didn't feel like going by myself… plus, we could talk, umm, if you want."

Blaine looked stunned. "Yeah, yeah sure. We can do that." He stuffed his phone into his messenger bag and followed Kurt out to the Navigator, climbing inside with a smile. "I'm glad you want to talk. I have so much to tell you."

"Same. I missed you, you know."

"I know the feeling. I missed you too."

Both boys slipped into comfortable silence as Kurt drove to the Lima Bean. Occasionally, Blaine would look over at Kurt and chuckle, causing Kurt to laugh as well. Neither was really sure what in the world they were laughing about, but just being within each other's presence seemed to be a funny thing after the week they had. Finally, they pulled up to the Bean and Blaine went to fetch their coffees, leaving Kurt to stand at a counter. When the barista called their names, he and Blaine got their drinks and put in their usual additions – cinnamon for Blaine and a little bit of creamer for Kurt – before they took their seats.

"I'm sorry, you know, for what happened over the weekend. I never should have drank. It was a bad idea and I never should have said or did any of those things to you."

Kurt nodded, "You hurt me, Blaine. You know what I told you on Valentine's Day and sometimes I think that you really don't care about my feelings-"

"I do. It's just sometimes I don't think things through."

Kurt agreed and they continued to talk - Blaine telling Kurt about how miserable his weekend was with his leftover hangover and how he was teased by the Warblers; Kurt telling Blaine how he had a spa weekend and felt pretty amazing after his pampering. Following Kurt's story, Blaine excused himself to the bathroom, leaving his stuff there on the table. While he was gone, his phone beeped… and beeped and beeped and beeped. Finally having had enough with the beeping, Kurt grabbed up the phone, pressing a button to answer.

"Hello? Blaine's phone, this is Kurt speaking."

"Kurt?"

Kurt instantly blanched upon hearing the voice. He knew who it was immediately.

"Rachel?"


"Why is Rachel calling you?" Kurt asked quietly as he slid Blaine's phone across the table. Blaine regarded him with a confused look.

"Why did you answer my phone?"

"Because it just kept on beeping. Finally it rang and I picked it up to let whoever it was calling you know that you were in the bathroom. I definitely wasn't expecting Rachel Berry to be on the other end."

Blaine's eyes narrowed, "Why is that?"

"Because it's Rachel. The only reason I could think of for her calling you is to get the Warbler setlist. I mean, why else would she call you? Unless…" He paused, blue eyes wide as he stared up at Blaine. "Wait. Why exactly is she calling you, Blaine?"

"Because we went out."

"Went out to do what?" It was like word vomit; Kurt didn't mean to ask because judging by the way his stomach churned, he knew the answer he was about to get wasn't going to be a good one. He stared at Blaine and observed the way his friend was ignoring his eyes. "What is it, Blaine?"

"We went out on a date. That's it. Just a date."

"A date? But you're gay."

"I thought I was, but then Rachel called me over the weekend and you weren't talking to me and she told me what happened at the party." He took a deep breath and continued, "And I could somewhat remember kissing someone and it had to have been her, Kurt, because according to other people, we made out for hours at the party-"

"I remember."

"-and it felt good. So I thought, I've never dated a girl before, so maybe I could test the waters. Rachel's a great girl and all, so why not try this thing with her? Maybe something can happen."

Kurt's mouth fell open. Part of him was wondering if Blaine remembered kissing him and maybe that was the kiss that he remembered felt good, but then the other part of him was scared to even say anything. Scared that Blaine would knock him down a few more pegs with his response. So, instead of mentioning their kiss, Kurt did the one thing he didn't want to do: he let out the word vomit.

"So because you drunkenly kissed Rachel, you think you like girls now? That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

"Oh really, Kurt? Well enlighten me then. How is this ridiculous?"

"Because! Getting drunk and kissing Rachel doesn't mean that you like females. You were drunk; you didn't know what you were doing."

"Maybe I'm bi. It won't hurt unless I test the waters, you know?"

"No, I don't." Kurt knew he was ignoring the Brittany saga of his life, but he didn't care. The flames of anger were dancing behind his eyes as he stared Blaine down. He was so infuriated. "You're not bisexual. Bisexual is a term gay guys in high school use when they want to hold hands with girls and feel normal for a change!"

Blaine glared. "What? Kurt, I can't believe you."

"No! I can't believe you! You're going to go from being a drunken ass to just being an ass."

"What?"

"You heard me. I think you are making a huge mistake. You're not bi."

"You don't know me."

"Well, I thought I did, but obviously I don't." Kurt stood up, grabbing up his coffee. "I thought you had more sense than this. Obviously I was very wrong."

Blaine stood up as well, following Kurt out of the coffee shop. "I don't see how you can get pissed at me for wanting to cement my sexuality! I'm just trying to find myself and here you are, making it so much more difficult."

"Ohhh, so I'm making it difficult? Weren't you just begging to have sex with that Gap guy a little over a week ago? What happened to that? You were super gay then-"

"I told you! Something weird happened with Rachel. I don't see why you are freaking out on me!"

Kurt stopped at the door of his car. He turned and sneered at Blaine, cringing when Blaine sneered right back at him. "I'm just trying to save you from embarrassing yourself. You're not bi, you're not straight, you're gay."

"Oh and the almighty, all-knowing gay Yoda known as Kurt Hummel would know, wouldn't he? Fitting since the guy's never had a boyfriend."

Kurt froze, his coffee cup slipping from his hands and spilling all over the parking lot. "What?"

"You heard me. Part of me is thinking that you're only getting pissy at me because I didn't try to date you. That's the only thing I can think of because why else would you be mad at me about all this. I'm trying to explain myself to you and all you're doing is turning it back into 'Oh woe is me. I'm Kurt and I'm sad' and all that other crap! Well, you know what Kurt? You'll never get a boyfriend if you don't stop it with the drama queen shit, alright?"

Kurt turned on his heel, throwing open his car door. "Find your own fucking ride home and go fuck yourself, Blaine. I'm done with you."

"Fine. Go on home then and throw yourself a pity party. That's all you seem to be good at anyways!" Blaine spun around and stormed back into the Lima Bean, Kurt watching his form retreat with tears burning behind his lashes.

"Fuck you," Kurt screamed in the car as he sobbed against the steering wheel. He wasn't sure what had just happened between him and Blaine, but he was sure whatever it was happened to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.


A/N: Well, well, well… it seems that my reviewers are on the fence about Kurt and Blaine's relationship (or lack thereof) in this story. Some of you hate, hate, hate Blaine and want Kurt to find someone else. Some of you hate Kurt for being such a wimp. I like to see what differing opinions everyone has; they amuse me actually because I myself despise Blaine's actions and want to shake Kurt for letting Blaine do this stuff to him, but then there's that part of me (the part that has been through some of this crap myself with my very own asshole!Blaine) that can see this happening. I dunno. Maybe it's just me.

Anyway, what a fight between the guys this time, am I right? Who do you think was in the wrong? Please review! :]

Also, I won't be able to update until next weekend as I am going to DISNEY WORLD AHHHHHHH with some friends for Spring Break. So if you have any questions/ideas/etc. feel free to contact me via my tumblr (neverluckylindy). Okay, adios!