*This is starting to get less and less like an actual episode of Glee and more and more like fanfiction but I like it so I don't really mind! I hope you like it too!
*I don't own Glee. But name your price, Ryan Murphy.
You Would Never Break the Chain
"He's what?" asked Sam, incredulously. Blaine stared through the windshield at the front window into the living room, his eyes angry.
"He's gay." Blaine suddenly felt very sick, like if he didn't say what he wanted to say the words were just going to shoot out of him. His brain was swimming, angry tears still falling even though he was no longer aware of them. "And he has feelings for Kurt and that's why he was always attacking him; because he didn't understand. And then he kissed him in November and then threatened to kill him if he told anyone but I already knew. So Kurt left." Blaine said all of this very fast, not looking away from that front window, and Sam's mouth hung open in disbelief.
"Should you really be telling me this?" Sam asked quietly.
"I don't care!" Blaine yelled. "I don't care anymore! If he doesn't want to be out then maybe he shouldn't be making out with other people's boyfriends." Blaine looked down, grasping the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger, furrowing his brow.
"Dude," said Sam, placing a hand on Blaine's shoulder. "Kurt's drunk, you're drunk. I think you just need some sleep and you'll be ready to tackle this much better when you're both clear-headed again." Blaine did not look up at him. "Why don't you come inside and you can go to sleep?" Blaine shook his head.
"I can't go back in there."
"Well I would drive you home, but I have to stay here to keep an eye on everyone for at least a few more hours."
"I'll just stay out here then," said Blaine as he fumbled his way in the back seat.
"Come on, man, it's cold outside," Sam moaned, as he watched Blaine curl up in a ball on the back seat, pulling his jacket tighter around him.
"Goodnight, Sam," Blaine said through his collar. Sam sighed and exited the car.
As he walked back into the house he looked into the living room. It was dark and would have been almost impossible to see clearly from where Blaine sat in the driver's seat. Kurt sat on the couch opposite the window; legs uncrossed, feet flat on the floor, arms hugging himself. He did not look away from Blaine's car even when Sam entered the room.
"How is he?" Kurt whispered, still not looking away from the car.
"He's upset. The alcohol isn't helping," Sam sighed, taking a few more steps towards Kurt. "He's getting some sleep, and I suggest you do the same." Kurt still wasn't looking in his direction.
"It didn't mean anything," he croaked. Sam walked over to him and patted him on the shoulder before gently pressing him down until he was horizontal on the couch. Kurt closed his eyes as he began crying again. "Do you think he'll forgive me, Sam?" Sam tugged a blanket off the back of the couch and placed it gently on top of Kurt.
"Yeah," he whispered as Kurt drifted to sleep. "Even if he doesn't want to."
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The next morning Kurt woke up to the garish light of the sun streaming in through Rachel's living room window, causing his head to feel like it was ready to split in two. He heard groggy voices and sizzling coming from the kitchen, and moved to sit up from where he lay comfortably on the couch very, very, slowly. When he had moved into a sitting position, he glanced out the window, only to see an empty spot where last night there had been a navy Volvo. His heart sank. So it hadn't just been a nightmare after all.
Kurt walked slowly to the kitchen, holding his ears as the voices and sizzling got louder. The entire glee club was either sitting at the counter or around the kitchen table, moaning to each other and sipping coffee out of random glassware since there weren't enough mugs. Sam stood at the stove making what looked like breakfast for a small army. Or Finn.
"I didn't know you were still here," Finn said as Kurt took a seat beside him at the counter. "I thought Blaine must have taken you home when he left. Where is he anyway?" Kurt didn't have time to answer before Sam jumped in.
"He left before any of you were up. Said something about playing golf?"
"He's going to play golf with his dad and sister at the Club. It's Molly's birthday." Kurt remembered Blaine telling him about it. He'd taken Kurt shopping with him for her present, a beautiful silver necklace bearing a pendent of the Anderson family crest; very classy, and Kurt's idea.
"Have some coffee, dude." Kurt grabbed the plastic Disney princess cup of hot coffee Finn had handed to him and took several large swigs without putting in a single drop of cream or sugar. When he was done he turned back to Finn who was eyeing the vegan egg-substitute Sam was attempting to scramble, warily. The smell was making Kurt sick to his stomach and he leaned closer to Finn so that only he could hear what he was about to say.
"If you take me home right now I'll make you pancakes with bacon cooked inside them."
"And eggs that actually came from chickens?" Finn whispered back, still eyeing the non-eggs.
"Practically ripped from their loins."
"Deal." Finn hoped out of his seat to kiss Rachel goodbye as Kurt grabbed the keys from Sam, and they were out the door and on their way home before anyone else had even noticed.
As Finn drove home, disregarding the speed limit to some extent, Kurt attempted to charge his phone in Finn's car charger. He double and triple checked his texts and voicemail, but nothing from Blaine appeared. When they got home, both boys took two large Aspirin as Finn started another pot of coffee and Kurt went to work on bacon pancakes. Finn left to take a shower soon after Kurt snapped at him for getting too close to the food smelling like a homeless man at a fish market in July. He kept his phone nearby as he cooked, checking it too often. By the time he and Finn had finished their meal and Kurt had left his brother to do the cleaning up, his phone was still yet to ring.
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"So, on a scale of one to ten, how excited were you that Dad couldn't come golfing with us today?" Molly said, smiling as she watched Blaine line up his shot. She pulled her curly black hair into a pony tail and rubbed some more sunscreen onto her mildly tan skin.
"About as excited as I was when neither he nor Mom was home to realize I came home hung-over and in the same clothes I left in. So…fifteen?" Blaine straightened up from where he had been squatting in the grass for a better view of his angle and smiled at his sister. He tapped his ball gently and it rolled directly into the hole. Molly gave a soft golf clap, and Blaine mocked her with a tiny bow.
"I still beat your ass by a lot," Molly said, walking up to Blaine and linking her arm in his as they made their way to the cart.
"Good to know some things never change." Blaine was being exceptionally quiet, something Molly hadn't failed to notice. Usually she could blame it on the presence of their father, but when it was just the two of them it was strange for him to not be talking her ear off.
"So are you gonna tell me what's wrong, B, or just be pissy for the rest of the day?" Molly leaned against Blaine's shoulder as he drove towards the main Club house but he didn't answer. "Is it Kurt?" She saw the blood rise to Blaine's cheeks as she said it and knew she'd hit the nail on the head. "What happened?"
"I really don't think you'd understand." Blaine huffed. Molly leaned away from him and crossed her arms.
"You're probably right," she snapped. "Even though I'm the one that's already survived all four years of high school, not you. And the one that's had multiple boyfriends, not you. AND I'm pretty sure that I'm the one getting sex on a weekly basis, not you." She turned her head to give Blaine a withering stare so much like Kurt's, it made his mind go fuzzy for a brief moment.
"Fine…" Blaine sighed in resignation and delved into the story of the Rachel Berry House Party Train Wreck Extravaganza: Part Two. She listened attentively; gasping and swearing in appropriate places but never once interrupting him. When he'd finished the story they simply sat in silence in the cart for a few moments before Molly spoke.
"Have you talked to him since?" she asked.
"No. I left this morning before he woke up. I'm still not sure how I feel." Blaine ran a hand through his hair.
"Are you going to break up with him?" Molly looked at him very concerned. Blaine looked taken aback.
"I hadn't thought about it. Would you, if you were in my position?" He looked at her like a lost puppy. She shrugged.
"I think you really need to talk to him first. From the way it sounds you were both pretty drunk; and no offense, but you can be pretty stupid when you're drunk, little brother. And I've seen the way you two are together, and it's not worth giving up without a fight." She squeezed Blaine's arm and when he turned to look at her she was giving him a sad smile. He sighed heavily, holding his head in his hand.
"I'm such a fool for that boy. I just know the second he opens his mouth or starts to cry or even just looks at me with those eyes I'm going to want to forgive him for everything. Before I even know what 'everything' means." Blaine groaned as his sister rubbed his back softly.
"You make it sound like such a bad thing, when I'm pretty sure he'd do exactly the same thing for you." Molly laughed as Blaine moaned again and held him, both arms wrapped around his shoulders, rocking him awkwardly since he was so much broader than herself. "And because of that I'm gonna go ahead and bet that he is ten times more miserable than you are right now." Blaine didn't respond. "Let's go home," she whispered. "Mom and Dad won't be back until late, they have a dinner at the Governor's mansion. We'll veg out in front of the TV watching the Real Housewives of New Jersey and eating ice cream straight out of the carton. Sound good?" Blaine didn't answer her but instead pulled himself out of her grasp only to wrap her in his own, and kissed her hard on the cheek.
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Kurt sat on his bed, freshly showered, in yoga pants and a t-shirt of Blaine's, staring at his phone. He had given up on waiting for it to ring, and was now involved in a serious internal battle debating whether it would be too soon to call him himself. He was so preoccupied with his internal conflict that he didn't even have the stamina to put together a real outfit, or the effort to care about it. All that mattered was that Blaine was somewhere, probably at the golf course, thinking Kurt didn't care about him, thinking Kurt didn't love him.
After that thought had rattled through him a couple hundred times, he picked up his phone and dialed Blaine's number. It went straight to voicemail. His phone was off. Well that just wouldn't do. Kurt had gotten it into his head that he needed to talk to Blaine, needed to explain himself to Blaine, and if he couldn't do it via cell phone, then dammit, he would do it in person.
Kurt slipped into a pair of soft moccasins he only ever wore around the house and grabbed his keys. Downstairs, he left note on the fridge telling Finn where he was going, and ran to his car, breathing heavily without really knowing why.
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As Molly drove them home from the Club, she noticed Blaine was being extra quiet again.
"What are you thinking about now?" she asked.
"I can't break up with him." Blaine said, matter-of-factly.
"Well, hopefully you won't have to."
"No, I mean, I can't. Even if I should, even if he is in love with Karofsky or…anything like that, I couldn't do it." Blaine shook his head in what looked to be embarrassment. "He'd have to be the one to do it." Molly looked at him, sadly.
"I never knew what people meant when they said 'hopelessly in love' but I think that must be it, B." Blaine groaned. "Look, cheating is not ok. But you owe it to him to hear his side of the story."
"I know. I-" Blaine's voice stopped in his throat as they pulled into the Anderson driveway. Parked there was a large, black Navigator; and sitting on the porch, was Kurt Hummel. Blaine stared at him as he tried to calm his own thoughts. He looked disheveled in an incredibly non-Kurt way; he was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt and- were those moccasins?
"Remember," Blaine heard Molly say as she sat in park, "hear what he has to say before you do anything. Ok?" She was staring at the side of Blaine's face, his eyes still focused ahead at Kurt on the porch. He nodded. Molly got out of the car and walked in through the garage so as not to have to pass Kurt. Blaine extricated himself from the car slowly, and took careful steps until he was standing directly in front of Kurt, who had stood up.
"I need to talk to you," Kurt said, his voice hoarse and high-pitched.
"I'm listening," Blaine said, trying his hardest to make it sound soft as opposed to bitchy.
"Well, to start off, I just want you to know that I love you, and that I hate myself for hurting you more than I've ever hated anyone for anything." Kurt didn't look away from Blaine's face. Blaine, on the other hand, was fighting to keep his straight, as a knot was building steadily in his throat. Kurt sighed. "It started when we sang that duet. I saw just standing there in the back, staring at me, and for stupid reason I felt like I had to confront him about it. So I followed him upstairs." Kurt swallowed very hard but still did not look away from Blaine.
"And then I just remember being scared, and thinking I was about to fall, but I didn't, because he caught me." Blaine let out a huff and ground his teeth. "I was angry at him, and I reminded him of all the horrible stuff he did to me last year." Blaine ground his teeth some more. "But then I remembered him saving you and- and I thanked him. And then he kissed me." Kurt choked on the last word and finally lowered his gaze from Blaine to look at his hands, knotting nervously in front of him. "And there's no excuse because I did kiss him back, but I don't remember it, I just remember not wanting to fight him, and he was crushing my lungs he was holding me so tight and it felt wrong but I just let it happen." He was talking through a stream of tears now and Blaine was fight tooth and nail to hold his in.
"And then you were there and I hated him again. And I hate myself more because you deserve so much better and I should never have done that to you." Kurt took a few shaky breaths. "Because you're it, Blaine. And I was stupid and I was drunk and I'm so, so, so, SO sorry."
It was then that Blaine realized- the kiss had meant nothing. Yet again Karofsky had forced himself onto Kurt, the only difference this time was that Kurt had been too drunk to push him off. Kurt wouldn't cheat on him. Kurt loved him. After trapping himself in his own brain for a few moments, Blaine came-to, and realized that Kurt was still rambling on with his apology. He looked up but didn't stop when Blaine took the few steps to stand directly in front of him, making the distance between mere inches. He did stop, however, when he felt Blaine's lips crash onto his own, Blaine's hand cradling his face, Blaine's warm breath sending shivers down his spine. Kurt responded enthusiastically, and they stood there like that for a few moments before the need for air became apparent.
"So do you forgive me, then?" Kurt asked, his voice still shaky, and his face genuinely worried. Blaine laughed and rested their foreheads together.
"I think I forgave you the second I saw you wearing moccasins outside your house," Blaine whispered, his thumbs rubbing along Kurt's cheekbones. Kurt let out a watery laugh.
"Honestly, you're lucky I have on shoes at all. I was so anxious to get here I would've put on Finn's clown shoes if they'd been the closest thing to my bed." They laughed together.
"Let's never go to one of Rachel's parties ever again," Blaine groaned, his voice deep. "They always seem to be more trouble then they're worth."
"Agreed," Kurt moaned. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and went in for another kiss.
A/N – I got so many messages worrying about Klaine in the last chapter I couldn't let it stew for very long. Rest assured I have not thrown Karofsky under the bus, he definitely has good AND bad in him that I want to come through. (Remember, the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters.) Of course I couldn't keep them unhappy for long; I'm not Ryan Murphy for Pete's sake! This is getting a lot longer than I had envisioned but I just enjoy writing it so darn much. Review! Tell me what you think so far! LOVE EXPLOSIONS!
