~VioletCherry342~
Santana's lips were moving, her high pony tail bouncing back and forth and her hands moving up and down and left and right because she obviously couldn't speak with animation and remain still. There was a hand holding Kurt's, seemingly finding comfort in simply stroking his knuckles and massaging his palm and fingers. The touch was somewhat calming, and the words flowing from Santana's mouth were important, he was sure...But Kurt couldn't hear...couldn't feel a physical thing...
He just stood, unblinking, his head tilted ever so slightly as he tried to listen...but there were only those words ringing in his head.
"He was gonna out Dave."
"Blaine was going to what?"
"Out him. He threatened to 'out' him - which I thought was Brit at the time, threatened to kill the midget - if he didn't leave you alone."
She'd gone on. She was still going on. But Kurt could feel this pain in his cheekbones and down his neck from how fiercely he was clenching his teeth, the hand not being held and toyed with by David clenching and unclenching so hard he was beginning to feel little crescent moons being embedded in his skin from his long nails.
"Kurt?" David's voice cut through the haze surrounding Kurt's head, speaking when he realized Santana was silent for a moment and Kurt hadn't commented. "Earth to Fancy.."
Kurt blinked at him as if he was speaking Greek, and then let out a little huff. "I'll, um...I'll be right back."
David looked panicked for a minute, gripping Kurt's hand a little tighter, biting his lip. "Fancy..."
"I will," Kurt said. "I just...I need to...I have to..."
"I'll stay with him," Santana said, noticing quite obviously how David didn't want to be left alone in the school right now and Kurt had something he needed to do.
David still looked a little sick, and Kurt whispered, "I promise" before letting his hand fall gently and storming into the school. Some of the guys looked like they wanted to throw him into the wall, but the sneer on his face literally made them shut up and go back to what they were doing.
Blaine looked like he was trying to burrow into his locker, pressed up against the wall and flipping through some sort of notes.
"Blaine!" He boomed.
The boy looked up and took a step away from the lockers, a little smile curling his lips before saw how on fire Kurt looked and he swallowed. "Kurt?"
Kurt slammed Blaine's locker shut and grabbed his elbow. Blaine squeaked slightly at the grip as he was drug down the hall, and all but shoved through the bathroom door. It was empty, and Blaine felt cornered and, yes, slightly spooked. "Kurt, wh-?"
He was cut off by a sharp, stinging blow to his face. Kurt's palm tingled slightly as Blaine spiraled almost a full one hundred and eighty degrees, a little whimper passing his lips. He might've felt bad, but he really wanted to smack him again. And again. But he refrained.
Blaine looked up, a hand covering his mouth, his books lain out on the floor as he pressed up against the wall near the sinks. He looked purely terrified, wrapping the other arm around his waist. Blaine drew in a shaky breath, "K-Kurt.."
"What...is...wrong...with...you..." Kurt said, so low and furious Blaine cringed back even further, looking like one of the little animals on the nature channel that was about to get killed.
"I...I don't...Kurt, I..." He fumbled, a shudder running through him.
"You did this," He hissed. "You outed David."
His honey eyes closed softly. "No...No, Kurt, I didn't mean to, I-"
"Don't lie to me, Blaine," He spat. "Just don't."
"Kurt..."
"How low can you get?" He growled. "Honestly. You were harassed, weren't you? You had bullies, and demons. All of it. You told me how you were in the hospital for weeks after your Sadie Hawkins dance." He was flushed red, trying so hard not to scream at him, as to leave this bathroom empty. "Or was that a lie, too?"
"No," Blaine squeaked, his eyes misted over. "No, Kurt.."
"Then what the actual hell gives you the right to do this to David?" Kurt shouted, taking a large huff through his nose to quiet himself. "And don't say it was for me. Just don't."
"I-I didn't want t-to lose you, Kurt..." He whimpered. "You kept drifting away, and kept being with him and I..."
"You what?" Kurt asked. "And don't even bother trying to make this okay."
Blaine sniffed and looked down. "Kurt, I'm sorry."
"I don't want your apologies!" He huffed. "David should have your 'sorry', but you wouldn't offer it to him, now, would you? Because Gaga forbid I have a close friend who happens to be gay."
"He is in love with you, Kurt! And it shows. It shows, and it hurts, and what hurts more is you love him, too," Blaine blurts in a rush. "He's been in love with you for years. I-I just..I...fucking Jesus, Kurt, please..."
"Please what? Forgive you?" Kurt scoffed, completely ignoring the base of his accusation. "Fat chance."
"Are you hearing me right now?" Blaine almost sounded like he was begging. "I don't even...know what happened here...I don't know why we can't even be in the same room, but it physically hurts...me, at least."
"You?" Kurt asked, disbelieving. "You? Blaine. You should know. If you think it hurts you, how do you think I feel? Huh? Do you want to know why I'm with David so much? Do you?"
"You're tutoring him in French..." He said quietly.
"That's part of it." Kurt crossed his arms. "But after we went to see the Warblers perform, and that harlot was practically sharing sperm with the microphone stand and calling out someone you claimed to feel for so obviously, saying that he is going to get your heels in the air just to spite me - though I have no idea why he loathes me, so - I asked David to get me back in the closet."
Blaine blinked. "What?"
"I wanted him to show me how to be better." He cleared his throat, angered by how his voice trembled. "I wanted him to show me how I could dial down me, myself, just so maybe I could keep your attention."
Blaine frowned.
"But no." Kurt threw his hands up defeatedly. "No, you are still intrigued by that strumpet, and from how your actions are shrieking, the reason for that might be because I have a friend, whom of which you do not approve of."
"Kurt, I didn't know..."
"Yeah..." Kurt huffed. "And maybe, maybe, if this conversation had happened before that thought entered your gel-clad head, perhaps we might've worked out."
Blaine swallowed. "Kurt..."
"Maybe," Kurt continued as if Blaine hadn't spoken. "Maybe I wouldn't be fighting the urge to strangle you right now."
Blaine recoiled, pressing closer against the wall. "Are you saying what I think you are?"
Kurt huffed. "If you think I'm saying that we're over," He offered. "...then yes. Yes, I am."
Blaine nodded slightly, his eyes closing as he looked down. He heard the slight squeak of Kurt's shoes as he abruptly turned on the floor, and quietly mumbled, "I'm so sorry..."
Kurt sighed. "That doesn't mean much to me right now, Blaine."
Blaine sniffled slightly, and even though Kurt wasn't looking at him, he knew he wasn't the only one who had tears burning in his eyes.
"But..." He whispered. "So am I."
And he left, his confidence and anger deflating his chest. No one spoke, still, as the singer stormed silently to his class, sending David a quick text.
That took longer than I thought it would. Meet me after class?
-Kurt
To: David, Mon 1.30.12, 7:26am
He bit his lip.
I'm here for you...You know that, right? Please?
-Kurt
To: David, Mon 1.30.12, 7:26am
The pause in the reply made him scared, terrified even, but his phone buzzed soon enough.
I do...And I appreciate it...Really...
-David
To: Kurt, Mon 1.30.12, 7:34am
Thank you, Kurt. I mean it.
-David
To: Kurt, Mon 1.30.12, 7:36am
Kurt smiled, sending a quick 'Not needed' to David before stuffing his phone into his pocket, completely absentminded for his entire class, tracing idle patterns on the wooden desk.
After this morning, he didn't believe he deserved any gratitude.
And the cannon couple EXPLODES. MWAHAHAHAHA! I don't feel at all guilty about this. Not at all. Me gusta me gusta me gusta. Bwahahahaha.
Anyway. I love the response I got on that last chapter! :D It's so awesome, I love you guys. :]
God, I like this chapter so much more than the first one I wrote. Awesome sauce for the editing moi. WOO! Hehe