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Blaine waits impatiently for his parents to leave for the night to attend one of the many dinner parties they we're invited to as per usual. His mother runs around her room frantically looking for her heels.
"Hon, we gotta go!" his father shouts up the stairs.
Blaine sits on their living room couch, watching his mother appear at the top of the stairs, "I am going as fast as I can."
His father rolls his eyes, "Hurry it up, I'll be in the car!" He turns to Blaine, "Are you going to be okay by yourself?"
Blaine sighs, "Yes father, I'm sixteen, I'm sure I'll be fine."
"Don't you wanna go out or something? Sitting in the house seems a little dull."
"I might go out."
His father raises an eyebrow, "Out or out?"
Blaine looks at him confused but then understands, "Oh, uh, out…"
His father smiles, "Oh, really? Well, do I get to meet the lucky lady?"
"Uh, no," Blaine quickly adds, "She's shy, which is why you should get going before she shows up and you make her uncomfortable."
Adding a soft grunt he says, "Right." He turns and walks towards the door. a few moments later his mother comes running down the stairs, "Alright, so you're sure you'll be fine? We'll be out pretty late tonight. If you need us you know where we'll be. I left the number on the table-"
"Yes, mother, I know, I'll be good," Blaine smiles reassuringly.
"I love you, be safe!" she gives him a quick kiss on the top of his head before she rushes out the door.
From the window, Blaine watches the car pull out of the driveway and travel down the street. He quickly runs up the stairs to his room. He pulls out his best slacks and light blue button up. He quickly dresses himself, finding his gray bowtie. As he ties it around his neck, he slips on his shoes. One look in the mirror and he's satisfied. He grabs his sweater off of his bed and runs out of his room.
As he starts down the stairs, he sees someone walking up the walk way. A smile is placed onto the boys' lips as he rushes to the door faster. He stops just before the door to compose himself. He takes a deep breath and opens the door.
On the other side of the door was a tall handsome boy with a bright smile, "Hello, Blaine."
Blaine smiles, "Hi, Victor."
Blaine wakes up to an empty room with little light from the sunset that shines through the small window. He sits up, rubbing his eyes. And then it hit him: he and Kurt had a fight. A feeling a guilt and sadness washes over him as he remembers the incident. He maneuvers his body so his legs are dangling off the side of his bed. He contemplates on going to find Kurt, apologize for his sensitivity and tell him that he wants to run away with him and never look back. But as Blaine thinks about this more and more, he starts to think about the worst. What if Kurt doesn't forgive him? What if he's fed up with Blaine? They've only known each other for a short while and maybe Kurt didn't need a lot of time to figure out that Blaine is nothing but a waste. Deciding to ignore these thoughts, Blaine stands up and prepares himself to face Kurt.
"Kurt, talk to me, please?" Brittany begs rubbing Kurts back.
His eyes look to her as he sighs, "It's nothing, sweetie, go by Santana, she looks a little lonely over there."
"She knows that you're upset and wanted me to talk to ya," she puts her head on Kurts shoulder. "I know sometimes you get mad and you don't talk to anyone, but that makes me sad. I want to help you."
"I know, but there's really not much you can do," Kurt gives her an apologetic smile and stands up, walking towards a window.
Brittany watches him go, sighing and getting up.
"Brittany?"
She turns and sees Blaine, smiling she says, "Blainey! There you are! Kurt's really upset and I don't know why."
Blaine looks down, ashamed. "Do you know where he is?"
Brittany nods, pointing to where Kurt stands. "But be careful, he doesn't seem like he's in the mood for any fun and games."
"Right," he says and starts towards the hunched over boy. He stops for a moment, admiring the way Kurt looks. His profile has an orange glow from the setting sun, soft shadows on his face, eyes bright from the light, but dull with a sadness that makes Blaines stomach hurt.
"You know I can see you standing there," says Kurt, never looking away from the outside.
A blush crawls onto Blaines face, "Uh, can we talk?"
"Bout what?" Kurt says with no emotion in his voice, "About how you don't wanna leave with me? About how I'm such an awful person? About how-"
Blaine interrupts, "About how sorry I am."
Kurt turns slightly and instantly wishes he didn't. He can see regret and sorrow in Blaines eyes. He turns away, "You have nothing to be sorry about."
"I shouldn't have acted that way. I was being unreasonable and over sensitive," Blaine steps closer, "I really am sorry."
Kurt closes his eyes, "I shouldn't have yelled at you," He looks at Blaine, "I know how you are and I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry."
Blaine gives a soft smile, "It's fine, as long as we can forget about this bump in the road and move forward." He places his hand on top of Kurts on the window sill, but Kurt pulls his hand away. Blaine feels his heart ache at the loss of contact.
"Precious, I want it to be that easy," Kurt starts, voice shaky, "But maybe we need a little time to think about what we want."
Blaine goes to open his mouth, but Kurt stops him, continuing, "I'm not saying that I don't want you, because I do. I've never wanted anyone more." Blaines smiles softly. Kurt gently grabs Blaines chin with his thumb and index finger, he begins to rub the shorter boys bottom lip. "I want you to really think about everything. You, me, leaving, staying…" Kurt leans down and kisses Blaines lips slowly but carefully to not deepen the short affection.
As he pulls away, Blaines brow furrows, disappointment from the kiss ending. "When am I able to be with you like before?"
"Once you figure out what you want," Kurt tells him. "And really think about it, please?"
Blaine nods and bites his lip, "I promise."
"Good," Kurt sighs, but then grins, "Well, I'm probably gonna go lay down in a little bit. I've got quite the headache."
"Oh, of course," Blaine smiles. He turns and sees Quinn at her usual spot, still sketching. "I'll see ya," he says. Kurt nods and watches Blaine walk away.
Blaine goes over to her and takes a seat, "Hi."
"Feeling better?" She asks.
"Not really," Blaine places his head in his hand.
"I know you look like shit."
"You know exactly what to say to make a guy feel special," Blaine smiles as her eyes light up with laughter.
"So what's the big fight about?" Quinn asks as she places her charcoal down.
"What fight?"
"The one between you and Kurt."
Blaine looks down, "It's nothing, we just need to think about what we want. It's difficult. And I'm not really sure if he's ready to forgive me. I mean, he says he still wants me but I just feel as though he's just saying that to make me feel better-"
"He's telling the truth," Quinn interrupts.
"How do you know?"
"Because," Quinn leans in, "He keeps looking over here, and every time I look up he looks away. He wants you. Trust me. Just wait and see for yourself."
Blaine doesn't believe her. He slowly looks over his shoulder and just like Quinn said, Kurt turns as quickly as he can. Blaine turns back and smiles, getting that little bit of hope back.
At the sight of big golden eyes, Kurt quickly looks away. He feels his face heat up at getting caught staring. Of course he was staring. It's Blaine, his Blaine.
Stop it! Kurt yells at himself mentally. He's not your Blaine until he figures out exactly what he wants.
Kurt sighs and begins walking towards the hallway. He looks back once more, seeing that Blaine and Quinn were now talking about the sketch in front of her. Looking down at the floor, Kurt realizes what he's done. He's given Blaine the opportunity to not be with him. The opportunity to stay here. And if he does decide he doesn't want Kurt and wants to stay here, it would kill Kurt to see Blaine every day and be reminded that he could not have him.
Blaine likes me, Kurt tells himself, He wouldn't just stop now, would he? Finally Kurt leaves the sitting room feeling defeated.
Please tell me I'm not that much of a failure? So I know things seem pretty rocky, but there's a really touching moment coming up (;
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