Sorry another sad chapter. My boys really need to hit rock bottom before they can soar. Remember I love Klaine especially Kurt so I'm hoping he will be ok.
When Kurt woke up the next morning his mouth was dry, his head was spinning and he felt still drunk and violently ill. He reached his hand out for Blaine as he groaned in discomfort but couldn't feel him. He sat up slowly to see Blaine curled up with his back turned to him balancing vicariously on the very edge of their bed. He was puzzled. Was Blaine upset was him? He couldn't remember much about the Halloween party. He had drunk way too much. He remembered dancing with Blaine. That had been fun. He remembered hanging with Nick and Trent and thought maybe he had seen Sebastian but he wasn't sure. He rolled over to Blaine and kissed him on the shoulder. Blaine instantly jumped out of bed stormed to the bathroom and locked the door behind him without even acknowledging Kurt. Kurt was stunned. Blaine never treated him like this and he never ever locked the bathroom door. What was going on?
He rose from his bed slowly as he heard Blaine start the shower. He took his ATM card from his wallet and used it to unlock the bathroom door. He needed answers. "Baby what's going on?" he asked Blaine as he stepped into the bathroom closing the door behind him. Blaine ignored him as he stood under the steaming water with tears running down his cheeks. "Blaine?" he enquired as he stepped out of his underwear and into the shower. As Blaine turned to him Kurt could see his eyes were red and puffy and he was crying. He tried to reach for him to comfort him but Blaine jerked away glaring at him. "Honey what's wrong?" he pleaded "I don't remember much of last night but if I did something wrong or something to hurt you I'm sorry." He looked Blaine over lovingly but he saw no new bruises. That was a relief. "I think I want you to move out Kurt, I don't think I can stand to be with you anymore." Kurt was stunned, absolutely gutted. This had to be some kind of joke. What the hell had happened? He tried to think back to the night before but couldn't recall any new information as he held back tears. "Can we talk about this Blaine?" Kurt was still pleading. Blaine just shrugged. He finished washing his hair then stepped carefully around Kurt taking care to make no contact with him before stepping out of the shower.
Kurt was not finished showering but he didn't care as he instantly turned off the water and stepped out behind Blaine. They dried themselves and Kurt followed Blaine back to the bedroom. His hangover was still epic and his cherished relationship was crumbling before his very eyes. This day was the pits. How had so much changed in 12 hours? What had he done? "I don't know what I've done Blaine. I seriously can't remember anything after I danced with you."
Blaine wanted to believe Kurt after all he had drunk about a dozen shots in under an hour but he just wasn't sure he did. "I don't really care Kurt. I have to go out for a bit. I can't be near you right now and I have someone I need to talk to. You should start packing and when I get back we will talk." "You will come back won't you?" Kurt asked now openly sobbing and looking doubtful. "Fuck Kurt, I live here of course I'll come back." With that Blaine walked out the door glaring.
From Kurt to Rachel: I've done something awful except I was too drunk to remember what. Blaine has asked me to move out. I need you.
To Kurt: Sorry sweetie but I have dance practice all day. Is Blaine there? He's understanding, just talk to him.
To Rachel: He just left. Said he needed to talk to someone else and that he couldn't be near me. He won't talk to me.
What do I do?
To Kurt: Stop panicking. It can't be that bad.
Except it was that bad or at least it was to Blaine. His heart was broken again. Why did he let Kurt keep doing this to him? He really didn't want to lose Kurt but he saw little alternative and it was tearing him up inside. He pictured the scene from the previously night in his head, Kurt with his head thrown back against Sebastian's shoulder as Sebastian kissed his neck and groped him in the most intimate places. Kurt had been smiling. Blaine realised that that was what hurt the most. Kurt had enjoyed it. He had enjoyed being touched intimately by another guy and not just any guy but by Sebastian fucking Symthe. Blaine felt disgusted and tears were burning his eyes as he reached his destination. He took a second to compose himself because he knew he couldn't afford to show any weakness and with a deep breath he knocked on Sebastian's dorm room door. Sebastian was talking to his roommate and laughing as he opened the door to Blaine. He eyes filled with surprise and horror as he realised who it was and he attempted to shut the door quickly in his face. Blaine put his foot out to stop the door, before speaking to Sebastian calmly. "We need to talk. Can we take a walk?" Sebastian just nodded. He thought he owed the Hobbit that much.
Neither boy spoke until they were outside. I was Sunday morning after a big party. There weren't many people around. Blaine found a quiet shot under a tree and sat down on the grass solemnly. He hugged his knees against his chest and gestured for Sebastian to join him. Sebastian didn't feel like he was in a position to argue so he simply complied. "Why?" was all Blaine asked him. Sebastian thought for a second. "Because he's the hottest boy I've ever seen, because I'm crazy in love with him, because he was so drunk that he thought I was you, because I know how I repulse him but and I just had to know how he would feel in my arms…Sebastian trailed off." Blaine took a second to absorb what Sebastian had said but didn't respond. "So how did it happen?" Blaine asked. "Are you sure you want details?" Sebastian asked respectfully. "Not details exactly I just want to know how it was that you came to be grinding with and giving a hand job to my live in boyfriend." Sebastian cringed. He had majorly fucked up. He didn't really know what to say so he tried stalling "Have you asked Kurt?" "Kurt can't remember anything. He's not even sure he saw you." Sebastian flinched. Ouch that really stung. He had enjoyed the most incredible twenty minutes of his life with Kurt in his arms and Kurt couldn't even remember. Kurt probably didn't want to remember.
Sebastian began to speak choosing his words carefully. He didn't want to rile the midget up. Rumor had it that the boy could box and while Sebastian was quick with scathing words physical fights were not really his forte. He told Blaine how Kurt had stumbled into him drunk and that they had decided to dance omitting that Kurt had called him pretty. We were both drunk and one thing lead to another. If it makes you feel better he never touched me and did try to fight me off but I refused to take no for answer. "He wasn't fighting you off when I saw you. He was smiling." Blaine mused "Yes he was, because he thought I was you and because I kept whispering in his ear how much you love him and how much he turns you on. It was all about you Hobbit. With Kurt it's always about you. It breaks my heart but I don't stand a fucking chance. He's always talking about you. It's always Blaine this, my boyfriend that or he's going all gaga over whenever pic he has of you as this phone wallpaper. It's sickening. Don't let him go Blaine because I fucked up and took advantage of him. He deserves happiness and there is no one, apart from me, that could make him happier than you do." Blaine was speechless as tears rolled silently down his cheeks. He had come to NYU to beat Sebastian to a bloody pulp. He had never expected such honest sensitivity from him. This wasn't over but he needed to talk to Kurt.
Kurt lay in a ball on Blaine's side of the bed. His face stained with tears as sobbed heavily into Blaine's pillow inhaling the smell of him that was burned into the linen. He was feeling totally alone in the world, so hopeless, abandoned and so desperate. Blaine had broken up with him and he had no idea why. He was supposed to be packing but he didn't have the energy or the inclination. He wanted to fight for his relationship but he was hung over, still partially drunk, drained and empty. He couldn't hold a coherent thought in his head. How could he live without Blaine in his life? Knowing that he had hurt him again? How would he look at himself in the mirror every day? His head was pounding. He felt so confused. He needed Blaine or at least he needed Rachel but she was busy. If only he knew what he had done he could fix it but his head pounded so badly he couldn't think. He dragged himself from the bed to pee and grab a glass of water, searching through the bathroom cabinet for something to ease his headache. He found nothing. Checking Blaine's bedside drawer he found the Vicodin the doctor had given Blaine for his broken nose. "These will do." He thought to himself in despair. He emptied the jar into his hand, swallowed them down, soon drifting off to sleep into unconsciousness.
Rachel was not enjoying her dance rehearsal's today. Her partner Brody although incredibly attractive had not brought his A game and had stepped on her feet twice and dropped her in a lift already. It was like amateur hour. She was getting frustrated. She was also worried about Kurt. She knew he was renowned for his melodrama but he was upset and she should be with him. "Brody, do think we could cut this short. I'm not really feeling it today and I have friend who is going through some things that really needs me." Brody just shrugged. "Whatever mate" he drawled in impeccable Australian accent. Rachel sighed if it wasn't for Cooper she thought she could really like Brody. She ran from the studio to change. Cooper answered the door when she got to the apartment, pleasantly surprised to see her, he kissed her affectionately. "What's going on with Klaine?" She asked him. He looked confused. "Nothing as far as I know" he replied "They've been upstairs all day I haven't seen them or heard them. I don't go up there. They are worse than rabbits and I really don't want to walk in on anything." Now it was Rachel's turn to be puzzled. "Kurt text me begging me to come over. He said Blaine had asked him to move out. I 'm going upstairs to see what's going on." "Well just knock first" he warned her.
Heeding Coop's warning Rachel ascended the stairs cautiously calling Kurt's name. She got no response. She listened at the door but heard nothing so she eased the door opened slowly. Kurt lay sprawled on the bed, asleep. Rachel could see he had been crying. Blaine was not with him. She moved to his bed to wake him and shook him gently. He was limp and floppy. She really looked at him for the first time since entering the room and screamed at the top of her lungs. Kurt's lips were blue, his breathing slight and shallow, his skin was clammy and he wouldn't wake up. The empty Vicodin bottle sat beside him. "Kurt! No Kurt! Coop help!" She screamed "Kurt, wake up Kurt!" She was hysterical. She heard Cooper run up the stairs as she continued to call Kurt's name over and over, tears streaming down her face. "Coop help he's unconscious. He won't wake up. Kuuuuuuurrrrrrttttttt!" she shrieked in desperation. Cooper was pale, tears ran from his eyes as he took in the scene before him. He took a deep breath, and called 911 for his brother-in-law before administering first aid and comforting Rachel. As Blaine walked up the street towards his apartment twenty minutes later he saw an ambulance pass by with siren wailing and lights flashing. He had no idea that it contained Kurt and Rachel.