Kurt slipped into the passenger seat of Rachel's running car.
Kurt leaned over the parking break to give her a light hug, patting her back, "Hey, how are you holding up?"
She hugged him back tightly and blurted out, "You're not planning to date my brother, are you?"
Kurt stiffened and let go immediately, eying her guardedly, "What are you talking about, Rachel?"
"Look Kurt, I love you. You're my best gay-"
"Best friend, I'm you're friend. At least I am for now," He raised a warning eyebrow.
"Yes, yes, best friend, whatever. Look, just don't date him. Please?"
"I met Blaine less than a week ago. And yes, while he has his fair share of dreamy qualities and so far he has been the most devastatingly charming puppy in the window, we're barely getting to know each other."
"Oh, thank goodness-"
"However, if I were to date him, that would be between Blaine and me."
"I wish you wouldn't," Rachel swallowed.
"What?"
"It'd be, um, awkward?"
"Like it was awkward for me when you dated my brother?"
Rachel blinked, "I, Kurt I thought you were over Finn?"
Kurt snorted, "Oh please, Rachel. Not that it would have stopped you in the first place, but I'm long over my daydreams of a white picket fence and a room that smells like gym socks for two."
"Then, why was it awkward?"
"It wasn't, well, not this particular time around," Kurt shrugged, "That's my point, Rachel. You're both my friends who fell in love. Why would I want to prevent you from happiness? And why would you want to prevent me from dating your brother?"
Rachel looked out her window silently for a moment and dropped her head down looking ashamed, "…I'd be alone."
"What?"
"I just wouldn't…Kurt. I wouldn't have anyone to talk to anymore. Finn probably hates me, Quinn is in queer-crisis, and if you and Blaine were…just, please don't date him, okay?" Rachel pleaded with an obvious loss of patience.
"Goodness Rachel. Look, you once told me you understood that I was lonely. Your brother is…he's really sweet. And I like spending time with Blaine; how he flirts with me, and how he treats at me," Kurt paused to see Rachel's eyes moist, puffy and desperate, he sighed to himself, "However, I'm not planning to send him a collection of scented love letters just yet. I might, however, be planning to send you to a doctor to get you on a downer medication."
"Kurt!"
"What? Just calm your head down. I think I see steam coming out of your ears, you are wound so tight."
"I'm sorry, just. Look, it would just make me uncomfortable to be so…"
"Alone?" Kurt suggested in a snippy tone.
"Yeah, I guess," Rachel nodded, "I'm afraid of being completely, that. So, if my best friend starts dating my brother. I don't want you to get so busy with each other that you stop hanging out with me."
Kurt smiled and offered Rachel his hand, "Don't worry Rachel, if I stop hanging out with you it will be for one of your several irritating qualities."
Rachel choked and giggled all at once, taking Kurt's hand, "That's all I ask."
"You know, you weren't so against the idea of Blaine and me dating, when we were at your party last week," Kurt smirked.
"I wasn't?" Rachel raised her eyebrows at Kurt, playing with his fingers.
"You gave me instructions to be especially romantic if I intended to, I believe the word was "woo" your brother? That is before you and Quinn snuggled up for a rousing game of drunken pass out."
"What?"
"You know, I can see a future for you and Quinn."
"You do?"
"Maybe, or perhaps I'm trying to play on your sympathy to support me in continuing my wooing your brother, like you told me to do. Specifically, with a rendition of As Long As He Needs Me from Oliver."
"Prostitutes are romantic people too, Kurt."
"Yes, you were very adamant about the romancing."
"I really must have been drunk," Rachel smiled to herself.
Kurt smirked and spoke mischievously, "Drunk enough to let Quinn finger you?"
"She told you?" Rachel's eyes filled with complete mortification.
"You weren't going to tell me?" Kurt blinked accusingly.
"I wasn't going to tell anyone, not if we weren't going to be together."
They were quiet for a moment.
Rachel sniffled, "I came here to apologize to Finn as well…I really didn't mean to hurt him."
"I think you should hold your breath on that for a while, Rachel. He's still in his eating stage."
"But Kurt, I really think Finn could use a proper apology from me, and possibly a balloon, and his Christmas present," Rachel pointed to a box in the back seat of her car wrapped in pink and gold star paper. How Rachel found trademark wrapping paper, Kurt would never know.
"Rachel, I really think Finn could use some space. I think Quinn needs your attention more right now, anyway."
"You're probably right."
Rachel sighed and continued playing with Kurt's fingers in her lap quietly. Kurt turned his hand in hers and firmly cupped her hand palm against palm and squeezed it to get her attention back on his face, he gazed at her deliberately.
"I'm not going to stop hanging out with Blaine," Kurt spoke bluntly, "I won't date him right now, not officially. We barely know each other anyway. But I'm not going to stop seeing him, or enjoying his company, or flirting with him."
"Kurt, I-"
"But I won't ask him out, for now." For you.
Kurt hoped Rachel would say she changed her mind and that she would be fine and wish him a happily ever after with her brother. But instead, she just nodded, "You make him really happy, you know?"
"Do I, now? Did he mention me?" Kurt poked his tongue against cheek knowingly.
Rachel smiled teasingly, "I don't know if he'd want me to say."
"Oh come on, Rachel. I'm not dating the hottest guy in the county, for you. You can spare a secret."
"Well," Rachel cleared her throat, "He may have used the term "poised" to describe you."
"Poised? Me? Really?" Kurt absentmindedly began to preen himself in the rearview mirror. He stopped and sighed, "Are you sure I can't just come home with you and surprise him while he's half naked in bed?"
Rachel squealed and lightly hit Kurt repeatedly, "Nuh uh! You had your fill of viewing his body! Cool your heels, Hummel!"
Kurt giggled and held back Rachel's arms from beating up his shoulders, "Alright, alright, it's getting late, go home to your devastatingly handsome little brother."
"Happy holidays, Kurt!"
Kurt felt bad. Really, really bad.
He felt bad for lying to Rachel. Because that's what he did, he did lie. If Blaine had asked him on a date, Kurt would have been over the moon to say yes and absolutely off his rocker to say no. Kurt's crush on Blaine was growing with every interaction. He had every intention to continue his pursuit of Blaine. If Blaine didn't ask him out soon, Kurt had every intention of doing it himself.
But he knew how it felt to be alone.
And he didn't want Rachel to feel that way. And he thought, maybe, just maybe, if he promised her he wouldn't officially date her brother, she wouldn't feel so left out. If he blatantly flirted with him in front of Rachel, somehow without excluding Rachel, Rachel wouldn't even notice if they were in a relationship. Of course, first Kurt had to get in that relationship with Blaine.
What she doesn't know won't hurt her, right?
So yes, Kurt felt bad. Just not bad enough to stop him from going for it with Blaine.
Friend Request from Blaine Anderson
Kurt clicked the "confirm" button and was immediately granted with chat message.
Blaine Anderson: I figured it was about time I add the father to my beehive on Facebook.
Kurt Hummel: Father to your beehive? How does that not sound suggestive to you? Innuendos are filling my mind, Blaine. And this is coming from the boy who gave me the chastest kiss on the cheek of all time, not less than a few hours ago?
Blaine Anderson: Would you have preferred a corrupt, sloppily damaging kiss on your cheek? Because I can practice my kissing skills to be a bit more violent if you prefer it?
Kurt Hummel: No, I'm quite content with the one I received tonight, thank you. Your kissing skills are breath taking. Plus, I'll take what I can get from the dreamboat in the Berry residence.
Blaine Anderson: Dreamboat? Kurt, you flatter me! :)
Kurt Hummel: So, why is your last name Anderson and not Berry?
Blaine Anderson: Rachel has our Abba's surname, I have our dad's.
Kurt Hummel: Rachel took the last name off of a Swedish pop group? Don't get me wrong; I wouldn't put it past her, but I think I'm missing something.
Blaine Anderson: LOL! Abba is Hebrew for "Father." We call one of them Abba and the other Dad.
Kurt Hummel: Ah. That's kind of cute.
Blaine Anderson: I know something that is cuterrrrr!
Kurt Hummel: Do share with the class, Blaine?
Blaine Anderson: Maybe I'll tell you when I give you your Christmas present. ;)
Kurt Hummel: You're giving me a Christmas present, huh?
Blaine Anderson: What else is a Jewish boy to do on Christmas Eve with no dads to be found and an older sister that's fast asleep and newly kind of gay? Make Christmas presents for the boy he likes, duh!
Kurt Hummel: So is this you admitting you like me?
Blaine Anderson: Oops, did I let that slip out?
Kurt Hummel: You did.
Blaine Anderson: Well, I can't really take it back now, can I?
Kurt Hummel: Once it's on the internet it's there forever, Blaine.
Blaine Anderson: I'm going to have to destroy the internet then, aren't I?
Kurt Hummel: It is the most logical plan.
Blaine Anderson: Logical. Completely logical, indeed!
Kurt Hummel: Well, it is Christmas Eve, and I need to go to sleep. Because even if Finn got dumped tonight, I have a feeling he's still planning to wake me up at four A.M. to open presents.
Blaine Anderson: In that case, Happy Christmas eve, Kurt! Sweet dreams!
Kurt Hummel: Merry Christmas Eve, Blaine.
Kurt Hummel has signed off.
Blaine sighed to himself, rereading the conversation happily and pausing over the word "dreamboat" several times, staring dreamily at his chat box.
Kurt Hummel has signed on.
Kurt Hummel: Before I go to bed, I think you should know that I may devote some time tomorrow to baking something special for the boy I like. So, just for kicks, tell me Blaine. How do you feel about pumpkin tort?
Blaine Anderson: I feel like that sounds delicious and I'm sure the boy you like will be delighted that you thought about him on Christmas.
Kurt Hummel: Yes, well. The boy I like is Jewish, and alone in a big house with a completely melodramatic sister, so, I figured he could use a treat on Christmas when pretty much everything is closed.
Blaine Anderson: You're very thoughtful.
Kurt Hummel: I'm also very sleepy. Night Blaine. :)
Kurt Hummel has signed off.
Blaine smiled and began happily kicking his feet under his blankets. Kurt was going to bake for him! For him, Blaine, the boy Kurt liked.
Author Note: Here, have cute Klaine fluff and angsty sister drama.
I feel so bad for Rachel, and yet, so annoyed with her asking that of Kurt! So rude, right?
Sometimes I forget I write this and just get mad at them anyways.
Also, if you don't like Faberry, then okay, you do not have to read my story. Please don't send me reviews about how I "fucked up" my plot or whatever because of it.
Or threaten to stop reading my story? Just stop reading it if you are truly irked by them. It's understandable. Everyone has their ships.
So unless you want to tell me HOW I fucked up my plot aside from adding Faberry, send me something I can actually use towards bettering my story, please.
Thanks so much to those who fangirl/fanboy/fannonbinary, it gives me giggly feelings all over.
Happy Glee Night, y'all!