A/N: Hey everyone!
I know some of my chapters are quite short, but (and my beta can confirm) I have a very strict storyplan for each chapter, and I know where it's going. Also, I know I'm not the fastest author, but I do have an awful lot going on, so I know I haven't updated this in a while, but I am still thinking about it, and I am still alive!
Contains some various Series 3 spoilers.
OK, so that's sorted. Sorry about that. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Dearest enemy, you should listen to those dreams
Because they tell you all you need to know 'bout who and what you are
No smoke without a fire, with that – our names are a pure lie
This suit of skin and bones, we've not all got exactly what you are
It's contagious, so catch it.
Contagious Chemistry, You Me At Six
Kurt didn't know where it was all coming from. He was just furious and there was really only one person he could pin it all on. Emily.
He supposed that, if he was being rational, he should be angriest at Blaine. After all, it was Blaine who was giving him the cold shoulder and ignoring him, and overall being antisocial. But he couldn't be angry with Blaine, really. It was Kurt's fault. Blaine had reacted the way anyone else had, and Kurt shouldn't have told Rachel anyway.
He'd sworn to himself that he wouldn't meddle in Finn and Rachel's affairs anymore; it caused him too much trouble. And now look where he was. In the deep end again, because of them. It really wasn't fair. Couldn't he have just one normal year? Was that really too much to ask?
Apparently, it was.
Kurt leaned his head against the library window. He was in here for the third time in a row this week. It was because he spent most of his lunch with Blaine, but not Blaine wasn't talking to him, that wasn't really an option. There was always Mercedes, of course, but since she and Santana and Brittany had joined the Trouble Tones, there wasn't really that much opportunity there. He suspected it had a lot to do with the fact that Santana had become a lot more controlling recently, but he couldn't prove it.
Kurt groaned, and stood up. He couldn't stay here, and indulge in yet another pity party. It was going to get old soon. He knew he had to do something, but what he had no idea.
And then he saw Christina Blake and Rose Silver practically run past the library, both sporting their hideous red uniforms. And he knew what to do.
Practically launching himself out of the chair, Kurt stormed through the corridors until he saw her, surrounded – yet again – by an impossible hoard of freshmen. He cleared his throat, calling, "Emily!"
Her head bobbed up out of the crowd, hair seeming to hang almost innocently on her left shoulder, as always. One eyebrow went up, her gaze apprehensive. "Yes?"
"Can I talk to you? In private?"
She edged her way out of the group of fans, coolly returning Kurt's glare. "Yes?"
"Just wanted to congratulate you."
Kurt could have sworn she took a half step back – there was some real satisfaction in knowing she did because of him, at any rate. "On what, exactly? Anyway, why do you care about me? Haven't you got a whole hoard of people who like you? You've made it no secret you hate me, and you're not exactly my favourite person either, you know."
"Oh, no, nothing like that. I just wanted to congratulate you on winning." Kurt spat the last word, finally letting his anger through. "Because you've got everything you wanted, haven't you?"
Emily rolled her eyes. "It's not my fault you and your little boyfriend have split up. And Rachel and Finn were never meant to be, anyway. Have you heard how much she talks?"
"Yes, I have. But you had absolutely no right to try and split them up. Why couldn't you have gotten yourself another boyfriend? And where the hell have you got me and Blaine have broken up from? It's a fight. It happens all the time in healthy relationships, not that that's something I'd expect you to understand."
"You done with being holier-than-thou? Because if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to my own life."
"Why don't you just go back to Ireland? Nobody wants you here. Or better yet…" Kurt walked up to her, and hissed in her ear, "Go kill yourself."
With that, Kurt stalked off, not noticing Blaine's eyes on him.
XxXxX
Blaine took a deep breath, staring at the house. It had never looked so intimidating. But then again, he'd never had the famous 'Papa Burt' anger directed at him.
Always a first for everything.
Taking another deep breath, Blaine lifted his hand and knocked. A few seconds later, the door was pulled open, and Blaine could barely contain his sigh of relief.
"Hi," Kurt whispered, stepping in front of the door and closing it softly being him.
"Hi."
"I missed you."
"I missed you too. God, Kurt…" Blaine looked down at the ground, running his hair through his (for once) ungelled hair. "I'm so sorry. I just… I just snapped. And then I saw you talking to Emily yesterday, and you were so determined to fight for us… it just made me realise how much I love you."
Kurt raised a sceptical eyebrow. "And how long did you rehearse that?"
"I didn't! Honest, Kurt, I didn't pre-plan that, or write a script, or any of that, I pr-" Blaine was cut off by a tight hug, and quickly wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. "-omise…" he whispered.
"Good, because if you had, then I might not have been able to forgive you, and you have no idea how much I've wanted you back."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
A/N: Whoop! Another chapter (finally) done! While listening to StarKid. Cos I'm just that epic. ;)
Anyway, review, please?
i.n.u. xx
