When Finn came back he camped out on Blaine's desk chair and waited for the guy to come back. Kurt hadn't talked to him and he figured he'd have a better shot getting something out of Blaine. At the very least he wouldn't hit him if something wasn't to his liking.
Blaine wasn't the first one back to the room, Wes was. "Are you in here alone?"
Finn frowned. "Oh, uh, sorry if that's, like, creepy or something. I'm just waiting for Blaine. Something's weird with him and my little brother."
Wes hummed. "Oh, so that's who Kurt is, isn't it?"
Finn didn't remember talking about Kurt too Wes. Of the three people he lived with, Wes was the one he was least close too. "Yeah, how'd you know his name? Did Blaine mention it?"
"Yeah," Wes said. "In his sleep. I don't think he knows it, but he talks in his sleep sometimes. Lately he keeps saying that name. Actually I thought it was gibberish for a while, he's got terrible enunciation when he's asleep, but then I remembered your brother's name and he spoke a little clearer the other night so..." Wes shrugged. "I put two and two together."
"Do YOU happen to know what's up with them?" Finn asked, it was worth a shot. "I THINK they're dating, but they don't seem to talk to each other at all, not that I've noticed anyway."
"It's not place to tell you anything, Finn. And I'm just guessing really, you shouldn't take my word on it even if I DID tell you something." Wes shrugged again. Then he finally sat down at his own desk. "I'm going to do some homework now, you can stay if you want, you just have to be quiet."
"Okay," Finn said with a nod. He turned back around in his seat and turned the volume down on the phone ap he was playing.
On Monday Karofsky found him first thing in the morning at his locker, red slushie in hand. It was the first time in three months that Kurt had been slushied, he'd forgotten how much of a bitch slap from an iceberg it was.
And, to make matters worse, the backup clothes in his bag were three months old and two inches too short. He'd grown more than he'd thought in that time. Even his shirt felt too tight and small. He'd have to keep up with this better.
When he got home he took a shower immediately. As the warm water soaked down his spine he wondered what would happen on the Karofsky front. If it was just slushies he could deal. He'd pull out his lesser label clothing and leave the good stuff at home for a while just to be safe. Luckily the slushie hadn't gotten on his pants too bad and his shoes had been safe, those things had been his big ticket items for the day. He'd just stick to his brooches, they were easily washed.
Brooches.
His mind went to the BEAUTIFUL brooch Blaine had gotten him. He'd thought it meant that Blaine liked him, he'd been so excited about it. Of course Blaine hadn't SAID anything, and they were FRIENDS so he shouldn't have been thinking of it, but...
Friends. They weren't really friends though. Friends talked to each other. He hadn't spoke to Blaine in a week. The only communication he'd gotten was a throw away text, not even a conversation starter.
Maybe he should reach out? Blaine HAD said at the beginning that he wanted to be friends with Kurt and get to know him. That's even a reason they kept going on their non-date coffee dates.
A HORRIFYING thought bloomed in Kurt's mind. Maybe Blaine didn't contact him because he didn't like Kurt? He was just too polite and horny to tell him that before he left. Maybe the silence was Blaine's way of saying 'I thought we could be friends, but you're not really someone I'd like to know'?
Kurt groaned to himself. He was so STUPID! He'd been wallowing over a guy who potentially didn't even LIKE him as a person! Who potentially only wanted him out of some strange attraction to his body.
Kurt huffed. That was it. He wasn't going to do this to himself anymore. He wasn't going to just sit home and wait for Blaine to like him and come calling.
If Blaine didn't want to see him, he didn't have too. Kurt didn't want to see him either. They'd just live separate lives and Kurt wouldn't have to think of Blaine ever again.
Finally he agreed with Mercedes, Blaine wasn't good for him.
It was strange to see Wes and Finn alone in the same room.
It was even stranger to realize Finn was waiting for him. It meant Finn wanted to talk, and considering the last thing they'd spoken about, it could only concern Kurt. Blaine froze three steps into the room.
"Oh, you're back," Finn said.
"Hi, Blaine." Wes waved momentarily and then dipped his head back down to his notes.
"Um, Wes is all busy and stuff, so can we talk in my room? Oh, I need to talk to you." Finn fumbled over his words in his usual way.
Blaine swallowed but forced his face into a neutral, pleasant smile. "Sure."
They crossed through the bathroom into Finn's room where the tall boy sat on his bed. He then gestured at his desk and Blaine took that as his cue to sit. Hopefully this was just about classes.
"So, about Kurt," Finn said to start. Guess not, hopes dashed. "Are you guys alright? Like, are you having a fight or something? He was sad all weekend."
This was it, the perfect opening to 'break things off' with Kurt. Blaine even opened his mouth to say it. But, like with in the car a week prior, the words didn't come out. "No, we're fine. He's just sad I couldn't come visit."
Finn nodded but he didn't look appeased. "You sure?"
"Yeah, Finn." Blaine nodded. "Well, he might be mad at me." Blaine started. YES, here was his chance to say they're breaking up. "I told him I couldn't make next weekend either. My friend has a birthday." Total lie. No friend of his had a birthday. "It's the 21st and he's having a bunch of people over to his house for it. I promised him I'd go, like, a month ago. I can't back out now. It'd be so rude. Kurt said he understood though."
Finn was still nodding that same, unappeased way. "Who's birthday?"
"Casey. You don't know him. He's from back home." The lies came out of his mouth smoothly. If only the one he SHOULD tell came out!
Finn still didn't look like he believed him fully, but he didn't ask anymore questions. Instead he said 'alright' and stood up. "I'll see you later."
"Okay," Blaine said, then he left through the connected bathroom. He stopped there to take a deep breath and yell at himself for being stupid.
He pulled his phone out.
To Sebastian:
I know it's early, but do you know if you'll be free yet? I'm planning my weekend.
About an hour later he got a reply.
From Sebastian:
I GUESS I can squeeze you in on Sunday, since you seem so eager.
From Sebastian:
Actually it'd probably be worth it to see you. You give great head.
