Word travelled fast that Kurt and Chandler had broken up. No one knew why, of course, for which Kurt was extremely grateful, but they all knew it hadn't been pretty; especially considering they'd broken up on Valentine's Day. Chandler had effectively cut off all communication with Kurt and all of his friends the moment Kurt left his house that fateful evening. Kurt was unsure of what he felt worse about: screaming Blaine's name as he came and therefore hurting Chandler, the breakup itself, or the realization that his feelings for Blaine were deeper than he had allowed himself to know. Whatever the case, Kurt continued through his days trying to stay positive.
Upon hearing the news of Kurt's breakup, he'd seen Blaine perk up slightly, but his eyes held sadness as though he felt bad for Kurt losing his boyfriend. Every time Kurt tried to ask about Blaine's Valentine's Day the other boy shrugged him off saying it wasn't anything special. It hurt Kurt that Blaine didn't feel comfortable enough to share anything when Kurt knew exactly what he'd done, but he sort of understood Blaine's motives of not wanting to hurt him even more.
He had reached out to Blaine and all of his friends to spend lots of time together. He and Blaine had increased their alone time, going to movies and other fun activities, and were building an even stronger friendship. They were basically attached at the hip and had been mistaken as boyfriends on more than one occasion, especially amongst both sets of their friends. Nick and Jeff had even given them a gift of lube and condoms to celebrate, only to take them back for their own use when they'd realized their mistake.
Kurt was happy with where his life was. It had been a couple of months since his breakup and he was no closer to dating Blaine than he had been at the initial time of breaking up with Chandler. He had initially tried ignoring his feelings, hoping they'd just go away. When that failed, he knew he needed time to figure out if he really wanted to be with Blaine, or if it was just a silly crush; an old flame that had come back to haunt him. Then came the fear; the fear that Blaine would reject him and the fear that he couldn't live up to Blaine's expectations. He knew that on some level Blaine wanted to be his boyfriend again, he just didn't know how to really handle the knowledge and didn't know what to do about it. Blaine had initiated their last relationship, and Chandler had initiated their relationship, it was the first time Kurt had to do the work and he was scared shitless.
Not to mention Sebastian. Though Blaine showed up far less often with some sign that he'd spent the night with the other boy, there were still some days he'd show up with them and it made Kurt sick to his stomach. 'What if Blaine doesn't want to give up Sebastian for me? What if he isn't willing to wait for sex until I'm ready to trust him with getting that intimate? What if Sebastian's better than I am?'
Kurt trudged along, keeping Blaine as his close friend and enjoying what time they did spend together.
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"So My Little Pony, are you coming to my end of the year party or not?" Santana asked as she sat next to Kurt at lunch on the last day of school.
Kurt rolled his eyes at her and shrugged, "I'm not sure yet. I don't know that I'm up to it. I think I'm still recovering from Cinco de Mayo."
Everyone at the table laughed; it hadn't been a pretty night for Kurt.
"You should go. I invited some of the Warblers and Nick and Jeff keep asking if you're coming." Blaine said, nudging his shoulder with his own.
Kurt turned to face him, a nagging feeling in his stomach. He really didn't want to watch Sebastian crawl all over Blaine all night, but it would be fun to finally get both groups of friends together. He studied Blaine's face and saw nothing but genuine hope, nothing to make Kurt assume he were trying to hide something, like Sebastian's invitation.
Kurt sighed, "Fine. I'll go. But you better warn Jeff he's on puke patrol if I end up on Cinco de Mayo status because it's their fault I'm agreeing to come and we both know Nick will only make the situation worse if he comes near puke."
Blaine laughed, "Deal."
"Wait, what do you mean Sebastian isn't coming? How'd you convince him not to come?" Blaine asked as he, Nick and Jeff drove towards Santana's house with the rest of the Warblers who'd decided to make the trek to Lima following in Wes' SUV.
"Well, we told him Kurt was going to be there." Nick said, shifting in his seat.
"And he said he didn't want to deal with, and I quote, 'the queen bitch'." Jeff laughed, oblivious to his boyfriend's discomfort.
"Blaine, I'm sorry. You know we don't think of Kurt that way." Nick said.
Blaine laughed, "Nick, I know. I'm not angry, it's okay," the other boy relaxed into his seat again; "It's actually probably for the best Seb isn't coming."
"Yeah I'd hate to see a drunk Kurt bitching him out," Jeff giggled, "Actually, I take that back, I'd love to see a drunk Kurt bitch him out. That'd be awesome!"
All three boys giggled and Blaine shook his head fondly at the thought. They spent the rest of the drive catching up on each other's lives and singing on the top of their lungs. The only thing that could have made it better for Blaine would be for Kurt to have been there.
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"No, trust me Hobbit, he wants to dance with you. He's been basically eye-fucking you all night long." Santana slurred, gesturing with her cup towards where Kurt was chatting with Trent and Thad, "I'll bet you that within the count of five he looks over here."
Blaine shook his head, "No, no, no Santana. He doesn't want me, remember? Otherwise he would have fucking asked me out already!"
Santana rolled her eyes, "One."
"What?" Blaine looked at her in confusion.
She gestured to Kurt, "Two. Three. Four. HA! Fucking told you, Curly!"
Blaine followed her gaze and saw Kurt looking over with a shy smile on his face before taking a sip of his drink and turning back to the two Warblers.
Blaine blinked in their direction before turning to face Santana in bewilderment, "How the fuck did you call that?"
She shrugged and smiled smugly, "I know Princess and I've been watching him eye fuck you for too long. Now go get him!"
She shoved Blaine rather forcefully, and that mixed with the multiple drinks he'd had nearly made him stumble straight into Puck. He straightened himself up, looking to make sure his drink was still intact in his hand before walking over towards Kurt, ignoring Santana's catcalls as he went.
"Hey," Blaine said upon reaching the trio.
"Blaine! Kurt was just telling us about the Thai place you guys ate at the other day! Oh my god. Please take us there sometime!" Trent exclaimed, grabbing Blaine's shoulder in the process.
Blaine chuckled and lightly removed Trent's hand, "Will do. It was so delicious," Blaine turned to face Kurt head-on. He had a dusting of pink on his cheeks, probably from the alcohol, and a grin on his face, his eyes not wavering from Blaine's, "You want to dance?"
Kurt's grin grew wider and he nodded, accepting Blaine's hand in his unoccupied one.
They made their way to the makeshift dance floor, situating between Artie and Brittany as well as Mike and Tina. Some techno song was playing and Blaine didn't know it, but he didn't care. Kurt slid in front of him, his back pressed flush to Blaine's front. He couldn't believe how amazing it felt to have Kurt back in his arms. They'd hugged on several occasions, but this was an embrace and embraces were hard to come by.
They grinded together for several songs, getting sweatier and hotter as the songs passed. They'd both moved to set down their drinks to free their hands to interlock their fingers on Kurt's hips as he swiveled his ass sinfully against Blaine. At one point Kurt had turned around to grind groin to groin with Blaine, his forehead touching Blaine's, his lips centimeters from Blaine's, his breath mingling with Blaine's; just as Blaine was about to close the distance the other boy turned around again, leaving Blaine to groan and pull him tighter into his body.
Blaine nuzzled into the crook of Kurt's neck; the other boy turned his head to look at him with heavy, lust-filled eyes. Their lips were close again; so close that Blaine could almost feel the ghost of Kurt's lips on his own. Blaine darted his tongue out to wet his lips, Kurt's gaze only intensified at the gesture.
"Mind if I cut in, Killer?" An all too familiar voice drifted over to them, effectively breaking their concentration.
Kurt immediately stepped away from Blaine; the not-so-cold-yet-cold-without-body-heat air slapped Blaine. He looked at Kurt who simply rolled his eyes and walked away without looking back. Blaine turned to face Sebastian with a frown.
"What the fuck? Clearly I was in the middle of dancing with Kurt! And clearly I was about to kiss him! Why would you step in right then?!" Blaine snapped.
Sebastian turned on a smug smile, "Maybe that's why I stepped in. He isn't going to put out for you; I'm just looking out for you."
Blaine glared at the other boy, "Maybe I don't give a shit whether he and I fuck or not, Seb! I want Kurt to be my boyfriend and I won't let you ruin it!"
Blaine turned to walk in the direction where Kurt had headed but a hand caught his wrist. He turned and glared at Sebastian again.
"I'm sorry."
The softness in Sebastian's eyes and voice caught Blaine off guard, "What?"
"I said I'm sorry. Look, I get that you want Kurt, but could we like," Sebastian looked around, seeing the other dancers staring at them as they moved to the music, "I don't know, step outside or in a quieter area for a minute? I swear I'll let you go, I just want to talk for a minute."
Blaine debated for a second, knowing he should be going after Kurt but also feeling bad for snapping so harshly at Sebastian; the cloud of alcohol in his brain making it harder to think.
"Fine!" Blaine said exasperatedly, "This better be quick, I need to find Kurt."
Blaine slipped past Sebastian, completely missing the smug smile that had overtaken the other boy's features.
Kurt was wasted. That's all there was to it. He had almost reached Cinco de Mayo level and it was time for him to lay down. He stumbled into, literally into, Nick and Jeff and embraced them both in a tight hug.
"I miss you guys so fucking much. I want to be back at Dalton with you!" Kurt whined loudly straight into Nick's ear.
They both giggled and Jeff rubbed Kurt's back.
"We miss you too, Kurt. Did you drink some water recently?" Jeff questioned.
Kurt shook his head rapidly, earning a spinning feeling in his gut. He held back a gag as he rested his head on Jeff's shoulder.
"Nope. I want to sleep though. Santana told me I can use a room with a bed if I wanted because I'm her Special Pretty Princess Pony!" Kurt beamed at the duo.
"How about I get you some water and Jeff can walk with you upstairs and help you find somewhere to lay down?" Nick offered.
Kurt smiled widely, "Okay!"
The duo eyed each other with a smile before Jeff turned Kurt towards the hall that led to the stairs.
"You know, you've really grown into a heavy drinker since your Dalton days." Jeff commented teasingly.
Kurt flapped a hand at him, "I only ever drank this much on Cinco Days, usually I just look like I drank a lot."
Jeff laughed, "Awesome."
They reached the stairs and Kurt nearly tripped on several of them as they walked up. When they reached the top step, Kurt burped and gagged.
"Do you need to puke?" Jeff questioned with wide eyes.
Kurt shook his head, "I just need water. And sleep."
Jeff eyed him for a minute, "Okay, sit here for a second and I'm going to run down and try to find a bucket or something, okay? Wait for either Nick or I to find you again before you go somewhere, cool?"
Kurt nodded and sunk onto the floor with his back against a wall. Jeff sped down the stairs and Kurt closed his eyes. He'd almost drifted off when he realized he needed a bed to sleep in. He knew where the guest rooms were and struggled to his feet to find one. He clapped his hands when he found one before opening the door.
Kurt gasped as he was greeted with a very naked ass in his vision. He trailed his eyes up and tears immediately clouded his eyes at the sight of the gelled head and wide hazel eyes that had snapped around to meet his gaze. Kurt felt his chest cave in on itself and his stomach give out; a loud sob erupted from his throat.
"What the fuck Blaine?!" A familiar voice snapped as Sebastian's head became visible as he turned to look at Blaine in a cross of anger and bewilderment, as though Blaine pausing in his thrusting was absolutely unheard of and a massive no-no.
Kurt turned and dashed, ignoring the sound of his name being screamed after him. He ran into the bathroom, locking himself in the room, and immediately lost the contents of his stomach into the toilet, tuning out the outside world. He missed his target several times due to the sobs interrupting the process. After everything was out, he collapsed to the floor, tears rushing down his cheeks and sobs wracking his body.
There were several hard knocks at the door, "KURT! PLEASE!" Blaine's voice drifted into Kurt's ears, he shook his head even though Blaine couldn't see him, "Please open the door! Kurt. I'm s-sorry! Please!"
Kurt took a deep breath that only caused another sob to escape. Sure, Blaine wasn't his boyfriend, but he'd felt the spark between them tonight. He'd seen how Blaine had almost kissed him twice, and would have succeeded the second time had they not been interrupted by the boy he'd ended up in bed with. It was like Sophomore year all over again and Kurt wanted to run away for good. He couldn't handle the pain as his heart burned with every beat.
More loud noises caught Kurt's attention as an argument stirred outside the door.
"What the fuck do you mean he saw you and that asshole fucking?"
"Why were you fucking him in the first place? I thought tonight was about getting Kurt back!"
"It was!"
"Why is he even here?!"
"Because I was invited before you jackasses tried to tell me to fuck off!"
"FUCK YOU!"
"No Nick fuck YOU!"
"GUYS! Shut the fuck up! This is my fault! I'm j-just-"
"Don't you fucking cry, Blaine! You did this! Kurt has every right to cry, not you!"
"Plus you shouldn't be crying for wanting a good fuck."
"LEAVE SEBASTIAN!"
"I'll leave when I'm good and ready. Or when the party host tells me to."
"FINE!"
"I can't believe you, Blaine! I saw you two dancing! I saw how you almos-"
"I know Jeff! Okay? I know!"
"No, not okay!"
More knocks came on the door, causing Kurt to jump.
"KURT! Please! Please come out and talk to me!"
"Why are you begging for him, Killer? Fuck him! He ruined a good fucking!"
"Shut up Seb! KURT!"
"Okay this had better be a fucking joke. Brownie Warbler tells me you broke Sparkly Princess. Care to comment, Hobbit?"
"Santana, I-"
"Kurt interrupted us fucking and can't stop crying over seeing Blaine with someone better than him."
"Seb!"
"You know what? You better gets your ass out of my house pronto before I get my neighbors to come kick your ass, capisce?"
"Fuck you!"
"Mm, no I've got a girlfriend to do that for me. Now get out! And bring your sloppy Hobbit with you."
"San-"
"Nope. You broke Kurt, you broke your ability to be here. Put your damn clothes on because nobody wants a Gel Head in his boxers and get the fuck out!"
"Kurt!"
"GET OUT!"
There was some murmuring that Kurt tuned out, having heard enough and wanting nothing more than to never see Blaine again. Several minutes later there was more knocking at the door, softer this time.
"Kurt? He's gone. They both are. You want to come out and find that bed now?" Jeff's voice drifted into the bathroom.
Kurt stood shakily, still crying and much more sober than he had been fifteen minutes prior. He opened the door and fell into Jeff and Nick's combined embrace, meeting a solemn looking Santana's gaze over their shoulders.
A/N: I don't own Glee nor its characters. *wipes brow* Well...first of all, sorry I'm late! Ugh! I'll have more free time between now and the next proper update time so...I'm almost certain I'll be on time! I know I say that every time but...yeah...Let me know what you think! Thanks for y'all's patience and sticking with this story! :)