CHAPTER FOUTEEN

"Quick! Get outta here. I'll handle this," Finn said.

"Ooh, I like that. You think on your feet. Just like your brother."

"Go," Finn insisted.

Blaine ran out, just as Kurt walked through the door.

"Finn"

"Uh, hi Kurt. Where've you been?"

"Out."

"Yeah, I—"

"What's with the suitcases?" Kurt interrupted.

"I, um, I'm going to a sleepover over the weekend, you know lots of clothes and stuff."

"You what?" Kurt crossed his arms.

"With Puck, you know boys, video games, pizza, dirty magazines and junk."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Wait a second," He eyed the luggage suspiciously. "Those are Blaine's bags."

"Yeah, well, he let me borrow them."

"You have your own, and they are much more fashionable. I picked them out."

"I don't care if Blaine's are rundown. I couldn't find mine, and he said he'd lend me his."

"I see. I…I'm gonna be in my room. Excuse me."

Blaine re-joined a scared Finn.

"Nice job." The curly haired boy said while patting Finn on the back.

"I wish I thought so."

"You don't think he bought it?"

"That's not what I mean."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I have to stay with Puck all weekend now, his house is on the other side of town and his Mom always makes me eat weird food." Finn looked angrily at Blaine.

"All right. I owe you one."

"You owe me more than one. You can start by lugging your crap upstairs before Kurt suspects something if he doesn't already." Finn said kicking Blaine's suitcase.

"Oh he does," A voice said.

Blaine turned around and saw his slender boyfriend standing in the doorway.

"Um, yeah, so I think I'm gonna give you two some alone time." Finn said edging towards the door.

"This isn't what it looks like," Blaine told his boyfriend.

"It's exactly what it looks like. Finn's crap isn't in those suitcases is it?"

"Yeah, it is." Finn said interjecting.

"I thought you were leaving," Kurt noted.

"Good luck getting out of this one." Finn whispered to Blaine before running out of the room.

Blaine reached out to touch Kurt's arm, "Kurt, I—"

"Don't touch me and get out!"

"Why don't we go to our room? Here. Let me help you."

"I don't need any help, and I told you to GET OUT!" Kurt yelled.

Blaine didn't move. He just stared solemnly at his boyfriend.

"Blaine Anderson what are you waiting for? Get out!"

"In a minute."

"No, now, damnit!"

"Kurt, please calm down!"

"Do not tell me to calm down!"

"Easy now with the attitude," Blaine said as he gave Kurt some water. "Here, drink this."

Kurt willingly took the glass of water.

"Have some water. You'll feel better."

"Drinking this is not going to make me feel better, but tossing it in your face might."

Before Blaine could respond his face and shirt were drenched with water. Kurt smiled slightly and Blaine smiled too.

"This moment of foolishness doesn't change anything," He turned serious. "I want you out tonight."

"Will you at least let me explain my side?"

"No."

"Why not? Afraid you might believe it?"

"So you're admitting it's not true." Kurt spat back

He shook his head. "Kurt," Blaine sighed. "I was causing you and Sam unnecessary trouble. You said he was a friend. I didn't believe you."

"You should have."

He continued, "I thought it'd be best to leave before I did something I regretted. I…I…I"

"You?" Kurt said impatiently.

"I didn't want to hurt you." With his finger Blaine gently brushed a strand of hair off his face and put it back in its place. "But I guess I already did. I'm sorry."

Kurt pressed his lips together and went to pour himself a glass of water.

"I guess I'll be leaving now." Blaine said solemnly

"I guess so," Kurt spoke softly, his eyes filling with tears.

"I don't have to."

"Yes, you do. Excuse me, oh look," Kurt said cheerfully. "Your bags are still here, saves me the trouble of having to throw your stuff out the window."

"Come on Kurt, Wait!"

Kurt angrily walked up the stairs. "You better not be following me to my room."

"Aw Kurt, you know you want me there." Blaine said trying to lighten the mood.

"The only place I want you is out of this house."

"We can forget tonight that ever happened. We can lie under the covers, keep each other warm — "

"It's still summer." Kurt interrupted.

"And if you want, I'll even letcha play footsie. How's that, huh?"

"How's this?" Kurt smiled as he dumped his glass of water over Blaine's head.

"Not nice Kurt. Not nice. Twice in two minutes?"

He continued to walk up the stairs. "Just leave me the hell alone."

"What's the matter with you?" Blaine asked rudely.

"Excuse me? What's the matter with me? You're the one who started this."

"And I apologized!"

"And I still asked you to leave! I don't even want to look at you right now!" Kurt practically yelled.

"Kurt!" His voice was serious.

He turned around once to yell at Blaine. "Blaine Anderson! For the last time, I want you to…" He lost his footing, and desperately tried to grab a hold of the rail.

"Kurt!" Blaine called out.