"What?"
Blaine looked up from his Anthropology notes two weeks later, looking extremely confused after hearing his boyfriend's near shriek. "Kurt?"
"Is he joking? No, really. Is he joking?"
"Kurt, what's going on?" Blaine sighed softly and shut his textbook. He hadn't wanted to read about evolution anyway. The truth of the matter was, though, that Blaine was getting slightly frustrated. Kurt's classes lasted even later this semester and on the days that Kurt didn't get out of class at 9:30 at night, he tended to stay later anyway to "get work done in the studio." Perhaps this wouldn't have bothered him so much if he hadn't worked his schedule out to only have class on Tuesdays and Thursdays… but it still did. It wasn't like he'd done his schedule that way for the sole purpose of spending time with Kurt, he had really done it because all of the driving back and forth was killing both his wallet and his legs, but he had hoped that there would be more quality time with his boyfriend and not less.
"Azari has me working on a project with freaking Alec Davis. What is he playing at? Firstly, we are the best two in the class which gives us an unfair advantage. Secondly, our tastes are completely different. And thirdly, I do not like him! How am I supposed to work with a partner anyway? I can barely get the work done on my own, but to throw someone else I have to watch into the equation too?" Kurt ranted, his blue eyes wide. "I'm already staying late until almost eleven once a week for a class and sometimes twice a week just to keep my head over water! And it's only the first full week! Last week barely counts because it started Wednesday! I don't have the energy to put up with Alec Davis. What kind of a name is Alec anyway? A stupid name, that's what kind!"
"Okay." Blaine said quickly, dragging Kurt away from the computer screen. "Back away from the computer before you throw it into a wall. Calm down, come on."
"I don't have time to calm down, Blaine. I've got two sketches to complete and now I have to get in touch with Jerkface and—." Kurt rambled as his boyfriend pulled him into their small kitchen. They did not come to a stop until they reached the refrigerator and Blaine tuned Kurt out while he opened their almost empty fridge to pull out a new cheesecake.
He busied himself with cutting Kurt a slice, only putting a halt to the rambling when he pushed the plate of cheesecake into the younger boy's hands. After the plate was secure in Kurt's hands, he spoke in a very clear and firm voice as he did each time that Kurt stressed out about school. "Don't freak out. It's going to be okay, alright? Sit down and rant. Rant your heart out and then go back to your work."
Kurt grabbed a spoon and bit into his cheesecake, scowling. After two or three bites he heaved a huge sigh and his face slowly returned to its normal pale shade of white. "Sorry. You're right. I think I just freaked out. Oh God, I was just hoping it was anyone but him."
"Maybe it will be good for you to be partners with someone you don't like. If you're going to make it, you'll have to work with annoying people." Blaine suggested. He didn't know what exactly to say since he couldn't relate, but he knew he had to say something in an attempt to make the younger boy feel better and that was the only thing he could think of. He had no idea if it would help at all, but what else could he really do? He rethought the words he had just said over and then said, "And people who have different tastes. Besides, usually you'd love to have an advantage over someone. Where is that mindset now?"
"But our styles are completely different." Kurt said softly, shaking his head.
"It could be cool." Blaine shrugged, glad his boyfriend's voice was no longer nearing hysterical. "Maybe your design will… I don't know what I'm trying to say. Maybe seeing how someone else does stuff will give you new ways to make your own stuff better." He then added quickly, "Not that your stuff isn't good. I love looking through your sketchbooks. You're already really good. But maybe you two will learn something. "
Kurt took a deep breath and leaned back against the kitchen counter. The way he saw it, he had two options. He could either sit and whine over something he couldn't change or he could accept it, make the best of it, and move on. So he nodded, deciding to take the more adult road. "Yeah. Maybe… Maybe he can show me how he does those really detailed sketches. His details are crazy good. And maybe I can show him the proper way to sew. I saw him in the studio the other night and he was not having much luck."
Blaine's eyes widened in shock. He had been expecting a much more prolonged freak out from his younger boyfriend and the fact that he had put a stopper in it so quickly made him feel rather proud of himself. Clearly he had gotten better at handling the Kurt freak outs and that made him feel very accomplished. There was just something about knowing he was the only one that could swoop in and make Kurt feel better when he was in the process of a meltdown. And, according to Burt, not many people could calm Kurt down when he got like that. The fits had arisen more often since Kurt had started CCAD, and it seemed that Blaine was able to end each one sooner than the one before. Unfortunately, though, he'd had a lot of practice calming Kurt down in the past six months and he had a feeling that was why he'd discovered this new talent. "Oh! Yeah, you're totally right. See? He can teach you something and you can teach him something!" He mentally added, And you can finish your sketch early and we can have sex. And then, when you're working on your project, there will be two people working… meaning you have to only do half the work… and the rest of that time we can spend having sex…
"Thanks for my cheesecake." Kurt said, giving him a small smile. "I guess we need to take stock in this stuff don't we?"
"I would say so. It's about the only sugary junk food I can get you to eat." Blaine nodded eagerly and then lowered his voice. "But really, Kurt… Don't worry about it. Just think about the fact that there'll be less work to do."
"I don't think it's going to work that way, Blaine." Kurt finished his cheesecake and mumbled quietly, "I'm still not very excited about this, even if I do feel a bit better."
"It'll be good for you." Blaine repeated, in what he hoped was a soothing manner.
His boyfriend scowled again briefly and then nodded, looking around their spotless kitchen. "It's so much cleaner around here now that you only go to campus two days a week. It looks really good, Blaine. Even I couldn't keep the house this clean when it was just Dad and I."
"Thank God. I can't handle messy and it was getting pretty bad at the end of last semester. It was driving me crazy." Blaine sighed softly. He had spent all day crazily cleaning the entire house. Because he was on campus all five days last semester and constantly tired and exhausted, it had been extremely hard to keep up with the housework. He had really dropped the ball last semester but was determined to keep the apartment clean this time around. Mainly for his sanity, which was lacking anyway. "We need a big spoon organizer; I can barely close that drawer anymore."
"I swear we got one at Bed, Bath, and Beyond when we got your toothbrush cup with your little fish friends… Now that you mention it, though, a paper towel holder would be nice too and—oh god. Shut up."
"Huh?" Blaine looked at him, alarmed.
"We are not talking about spoon organizers and paper towel holders. We sound like Dad and Carole." Kurt gasped. "Blaine, what is this doing to us? Come on, quick! College topic! One, two, three, go!"
"Rent! Rent! There is going to be a performance of Rent at the Lexington Opera House! Let's go on Friday! Let's go!" Blaine said quickly.
"Yes, and maybe we can go to a bar for—nope, not that old yet. Maybe we can go bowling! No, that's disgusting." Kurt scrunched his nose up and looked thoughtful, a sign he was wracking his brain to think of an appropriate thing for them to talk about or do. "What do college kids do?"
"Uhm… well, they party… and they party…" Blaine said slowly. "And they have loads and loads of sex."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "We had sex, like, four times yesterday."
"Five." Blaine said smugly, standing up a little straighter. "Think we could get out of dinner with your parents? Do you think you'll be able to have a whole day free?"
"Today's Monday…" Kurt said thoughtfully, staring ahead. "Thursday I've got a design due… and next Monday I've got something due… I guess the only thing would be if that's the only day Jerkface can meet to work on our project. He's in my History of Fashion class tomorrow so I'll talk to him."
"How many classes do you have with him? Are you in this many classes with all of the kids?"
"He's the same year as me. It kind of ends up being like that. There are a few kids I have a lot of classes with. It really just depends on the order you want to take them in, I guess… I've just been looking for what fits and doesn't give me long gaps… He's in Graphic Design Concepts…" Kurt held up a finger for each class he listed. "History of Fashion, Fashion Illustration and… Design. So I see him every day."
"I thought you already had Fashion Illustration with him?" Blaine questioned.
"Fashion Illustration 1 and 2." Kurt said. "This one's more in depth, a lot more work."
"Ah… Did you end up taking that water color class?"
Kurt snickered a bit, looking like a mischievous child. "Yes. I don't take it very seriously though. I had it today for the first time and I just kept making different types of rainbows and flowers. Well, he did say we could do whatever we wanted."
"Kurt!" Blaine laughed, amazed at how adorable Kurt could be sometimes. There was an ongoing war between the two to determine which boy was more adorable, but Blaine was pretty sure Kurt was the winner. "You're paying all that money to do water color? And make rainbows and flowers? At least make something cool like aliens or dinosaurs!"
"Yeah, because that's so much better!" Kurt laughed also, looking much happier and more at ease than he had a few minutes before. "You just want to hang it on the fridge with your stickers."
"That sticker book is awesome and was only $8.00. Do you know how many stickers are in that thing, Kurt? Like, a lot! And they're all cool. There are flowers and farm animals and inspiring messages and clouds and ice creams. My professor agrees. I've been putting them on all of my math assignments before I hand them in."
"You have not, shut up." Kurt snorted.
"Nope! Look!" Blaine went to his bag and pulled out several math assignments. "See? Look at her comments! She likes my stickers. She says they motivate me."
"She probably thinks you're crazy because you're in college putting stickers on your homework." Kurt responded, but he was smiling. "Kindergarteners get stickers on their homework and freak out. Blaine Anderson puts stickers on his own college assignments and freaks out."
"Oh, not just mine." Blaine said, grinning with childish delight. "There are seven other kids in the class. I give them stickers too."
"You're one of those students that answers every question and has long winded conversations with the professors in the middle of class aren't you?" Kurt questioned, shaking his head.
"It motivates me!" Blaine whined dramatically, his smile turning into a pout. "Yes, I am a student who is active in class participation. There is nothing wrong with that, Kurt."
"Teacher's pet." Kurt muttered teasingly.
"Oooh, I better back down. The Dodge Ball Princess might—ah! Kurt! You can't just jump on me like that, what if I'd dropped you and we both fell and cracked our heads open and bled to death?" Blaine gasped, stumbling and almost toppling to the ground when Kurt hopped into his arms, legs going around his waist.
"Then I'd have died in your arms." The younger boy said cheerfully, tilting his head. "It would have been very romantic, don't you think?"
"It wouldn't be very romantic if we were dead."
"Shut up and kiss me."
***WBUCT***
"So this is where you spent all of your free time your first semester here?" Kurt questioned four days later, getting out of Blaine's BMW and gently closing the door. "It's very… bright."
"It's incredible." Blaine corrected, getting out of the car himself and much less gently closing his own door. He wrapped his jacket tighter around himself and went to the other side of the car, grabbing his younger boyfriend's hand. "Kurt Hummel, welcome to Third Street stuff. Home of the best coffee—yes, even better than the Lima Bean. Their turkey and cheese bagels are excellent too but I wouldn't suggest eating them with any sort of coffee or hot drink because that would probably be nasty."
Kurt squeezed his hand and then let their hands fall apart, instead wrapping his arm around Blaine who snuggled into his side. "Are there even paintings and stuff on those tables? That is so neat. And the trash cans!"
"Everything has paintings and art and poetry and pictures all over it." Blaine nodded. "And there is a shop connected to it too. A local artist owns it. They either strip the tables or get new tables once a year, though, and people decorate them again."
"Wait… Are they allowed to? And not just the artist?" Kurt questioned, looking more carefully at the painted tables.
"Of course they are. When it's hot people just come out and draw or paint or write on stuff. There's always chalk around too so people draw on the ground too. It's really cool. It's what makes this place so neat! It's just so artsy!" Blaine explained, rubbing his hands together in an attempt to keep them warm. He really needed to remember to wear gloves.
Kurt snorted as they entered the café and shop. "It sounds like that's the point, doesn't it?"
"Hey, Anderson!" A tall guy with dreads said from behind the counter, waving. "Just let us know when you're ready to order."
"Hey! Alright, thanks." Blaine waved back and returned his attention to Kurt. "A tad sassy today, are we, my love?"
"Aren't I always?" Kurt asked, smiling sweetly. "Just be glad we aren't fighting. Then I'd be a little more than a tad sassy."
"Well thank goodness for that." Blaine laughed and gestured towards one of the tables. This one in particular was bright purple mostly, with other bright colors mixed in with random designs. The chairs were painted completely different colors but something about it, something about the entire café actually, just made it work. It was just as Blaine had promised—everything was very artsy with random paintings, drawings, and words all over it. There were even magnetic words that people had arranged into sentences—some entirely random and others extremely deep and thoughtful.
Kurt could instantly see why his boyfriend would have spent so much free time here. He smiled and took his seat at the table, looking around the café. There was so much to look at, though, and it was hard to find something to zoom in on. Eventually his eyes landed on the ceiling and he spent several minutes looking at the painted hip-like wooden skulls that hung from the ceiling. He vaguely heard Blaine getting up and going to order for them, but didn't stray his attention from each and every individual skull.
Blaine glanced up too after sitting next to him as opposed to across from him, grinning goofily. It was very evident that he was happy to have Kurt there with him and to be able to talk about the things about his Lexington life. And Kurt was happy to be there because Blaine was happy to have him there. It was kind of nice to see what things were like in Kentucky, what made Blaine like Lexington so much. He turned his attention back to Blaine as the boy began to speak. "The owner makes them. You can buy them. Some of them are expensive though, but they're really neat… Some of them are a little freaky though… like that one in the corner. No one's buying it, I guess. It's been there since I started at UK."
Kurt rested his leg against Blaine's and laid his head on Blaine's shoulder. "I can see why you like it here in some odd kind of way."
"I like odd things." Blaine smirked and kissed the top of his head. They sat that way, close to snuggling but not quite there, at the table until their drinks were done. When Blaine had carried them over he sat down, as close as possible without actually snuggling again, and smiled. "We shouldn't take too long. We'll want to leave early to find a parking spot downtown."
"But your school is downtown and you've got a parking pass?" Kurt asked, pulling his drink towards him and taking a sip. "This is amazing!"
The tall guy behind the counter with long dreads threw his hands triumphantly into the air, looking rather pleased with himself.
"They like it when new people like the drinks." Blaine laughed and then shook his head. "And we can't park downtown. My parking pass is for Commonwealth Stadium. Busses pick you up and drop you off there because it's too long of a walk. Really only professors and commuters get parking passes on the actual campus. You saw how huge UK was the last time you were here. There are places I can park on weekends, but I think it's too early for me to park there now and I really don't want to risk getting a ticket on campus."
"Yeah and I also saw tons of parking lots… and you're a commuter. Shouldn't you have a pass for a little closer? At CCAD, commuters get closer parking."
"I may have forgotten to register early for the commuter pass." The older boy admitted sheepishly. "It's okay. The busses aren't so bad."
"It's a bus." Kurt's nose scrunched up. "A public transportation busses. Do you know who rides those busses? Who sits in that seat before you?:
Blaine laughed loudly after drinking some of his drink. "It's a good thing you didn't go to a typical college, Kurt. You're way too stuck in your way of things."
"Is that a compliment or are you trying to offend me?" Kurt took a sip of his own drink, waiting for an answer that he didn't get. "Hey! That's not very nice!"
"All I'm saying is you can be a little… uhm…" Blaine looked a little embarrassed. He had no one to blame but himself though for bringing up the conversation. "You're just used to a different way of life, I guess. You got a brand new Lincoln Navigator on your sixteenth birthday, you spend hundreds of dollars on one sweater or hat, you have a perfectly good laptop but bought a tablet for school, you think stores like Old Navy and riding busses to school are too good for you."
"I have nothing against Old Navy. I just wish you'd shop other places too. And I rode a bus to school until I got my Lincoln Navigator and it was terrible." Kurt defended himself, not sure if this was a teasing discussion or something more. "And I needed that tablet for the application for my class… and yes, I should spend less on clothes… but I just don't think that's going to happen any time soon."
Blaine kissed the top of his head again. "Remind me to thank your dad again for spoiling you, my love."
Kurt rolled his eyes and finished up his hot chocolate. "That was really good. I thought you were building it up to be better than it was. You get excited about things and do that, you know."
Blaine finished his own and carried them to the sink before waving to the barista and leading Kurt from the building. "I would never exaggerate anything coffee or hot chocolate related, Kurt. They are sacred drinks."
"Excuse me." Kurt laughed, buttoning his jacket even though they were already at the car. Blaine opened his car door and Kurt kissed him suddenly, eyes twinkling.
"Oh, hello there." Blaine pulled away, smirking.
"Hello." The younger boy smiled. "I'm glad you had this amazing idea."
"I'm just full of them." Blaine shrugged in a carefree way and grinned even more. "Go on and get in the car, Kurtsie."
"Kurtsie is reserved for Mercedes and my aunts." Kurt said sternly, holding up a finger. "No Kurtsie for Blaine."
"You let Wes call you Kurtsie on my birthday." Blaine pointed out.
"Wes is just Wes."
"Can't I be just Blaine?"
"Get in the car." Kurt laughed, closing the door and leaning over to push the driver's door open.
"You always ruin my fun." Blaine pouted as he got into his car and turned it on. "You must not like me very much."
"Nope. Only a little bit." The younger boy said cheerfully, kissing his cheek. "And what bit I do like you is mostly your hair."
Blaine just let out a loud laugh and shook his head as he started the car, silently thanking whatever God there was that he had his head of curls. It was funny that he'd spent almost every day of his life complaining about his unruly and generally uncooperative hair until the one day at Dalton that Kurt had seen his hair—his un-gelled and curly hair—and had stared at him in utter shock for at least an entire minute and a half, not even able to speak. Maybe curls weren't that bad after all.
…
"You can sleep if you want. I won't be too upset." Blaine said several hours later. They had just made it back onto the highway after seeing the local production of Rent and he, of course, was driving. It wasn't that he didn't trust Kurt's driving. Kurt was just a little bit more… reckless than Blaine was. He tended to think any car smaller or less costly than his had no place on the road and tended to cut them off frequently. Of course Kurt would swear up and down he hadn't cut them off, but they both knew what had really happened. (And that was that Kurt had cut them off.)
"I'm not sleepy." Kurt yawned, turning the heat in Blaine's car down. "Mmh, first it was barely working and now Dad made it so it works too well. Heat makes me sleepy."
"Breathing makes you sleepy." Blaine snorted.
Kurt opened his mouth, presumably to make a witty retort, but soon closed it and shrugged, pulling his feet onto the seat and curling in a sort of ball.
"Oh no. Come on, come on. You can't just leave me hanging. That was begging for a sassy Kurt moment." Blaine said, gesturing.
"Sorry. Why is this loser in front of you driving so damn slow?" Kurt exclaimed, sitting up straight again pointing ahead.
"Because there would be a sheriff in an undercover car right in front of him." Blaine shrugged. "They're going the speed limit."
"That's an Avenger." Kurt argued. "Not a stupid undercover car."
"Ah, but Kentucky has moved on from the dumb white undercover cars. Now they have different models in different colors. You know why?" There was a tone of sweetness in Blaine's voice that could only signify that there was an insult to follow.
Kurt, who was apparently too tired to have caught on, just scoffed. "Why? That's dumb."
"To catch people like you who speed when they don't see police cars."
Kurt just rolled his eyes and leaned back against the seat, kicking off his shoes. "I don't speed when I don't see police cars. I speed when I see them too. They just always give me a warning." He flashed an innocent smile in his boyfriend's direction. "They don't want to make me cry."
"I wish we could all be so lucky." Blaine sighed a bit, almost distractedly. "What are your plans for tomorrow? Meeting Jerkface to start your project?"
Kurt yawned and covered his mouth. "No. We were going to, but now we're just going to stay after on Monday and Tuesday to get started on it. It works better for me, though, because I have other stuff to do."
"But you already don't get out of class until almost seven… which means you get home at 8:30…. And you don't get home until eleven on Wednesdays…" Blaine looked over quickly before returning his attention to the road. He tried to maintain a neutral voice, but he felt himself becoming a tiny bit aggravated. It was coming, he knew it was. Kurt was going to get to that point where he overworked himself, became super stressed out, acted less-than-nice because of it, and then had a nervous breakdown which would result in a lot of crying. Forget buckets, Blaine would need boats. He knew Kurt well enough to know that once he started the overworking, it wouldn't stop. It would just get worse and worse and worse.
"It's got to get done, Blaine. It's easiest for me if I just stay later when I'm already on campus as opposed to wasting all that gas to get there and get back on the weekend." Kurt shrugged.
"The money isn't the point. The point is you already don't get home until late and now you're going to get home even later. I don't want you walking to your car alone at night." Blaine sighed, glancing at Kurt every so often to gauge his reactions. Kurt didn't look upset. He just looked uninterested and bored.
"I'm a big boy. What's the worst that could happen when I walk to my car?" Kurt said, sarcastically. An uncomfortable air filled the room almost immediately, though, and they both sat quietly, clearly thinking back on the October before last. Finally, Kurt spoke in a much gentler voice. "Blaine, it's just easiest for me to stay after when I'm already there. I'll call you—like I always do—when I'm walking to my car, alright?"
"But then I have to stay up really late to make sure you get home alright when I have to get up at five in the morning to get ready for school." Blaine said, gripping the steering wheel tighter. It was already hard enough waiting up on Wednesday nights for Kurt to get home when Blaine had to get up so early on Thursdays. But he couldn't just go to bed. He was a heavy sleeper and knew he there was a big chance he wouldn't wake up if his phone rang. What if something happened to Kurt? What if he was in a wreck or his tire blew out? He wouldn't be able to get in touch with Blaine.
"Then just go to bed. I've never once asked you to stay up and wait for me." Kurt shook his head. "I'm a big boy. I'll be fine."
"But what if something happens?" Blaine sighed, beginning to feel anxious. He had not expected such a simple question to lead to this discussion and he really wished he hadn't even begun the conversation.
"If something happens, I'll handle it on my own. I'm an adult, just like you. And I'm not a complete idiot. If something happened to my car I'd be more capable of fixing it than you anyway. Just don't wait up."
"It's not just that, Kurt. You're going to overwork yourself. You're already stressed out. I heard your coughing fit last night. You've got to get real rest or you'll wind up hurting yourself."
"I am resting. I have been sleeping, Blaine. Yes, I'm stressed out. But I'm dealing so don't try to act like I'm not." Kurt's voice rose a bit and he pursed his lips, clearly becoming upset. He definitely wasn't tired or uninterested anymore. "I am trying to grow up and manage things myself. I'm trying to do all of these things at once and I feel like maybe I've gotten it under control and you and Dad keep saying, 'No, do this.' 'Don't do that.' 'You're doing too much, Kurt.' Should I just sign over my life to you and let you boss me around like I'm a puppet?"
"It'd sure make my life a lot easier." Blaine snapped.
"Sorry we can't all be the great Blaine Anderson who can get seven A's in class and not struggle. I can't put off my assignments until seven the night before, Blaine. I'm not you, okay? I am me. My schedule is mine, my classes and work is mine. I realize you're upset that you've got a lot of free time and I'm busy, but that isn't my fault. I don't know what you expected. I'd just sit in my room for twenty minutes, pop out a design, make it at school, and come home to have sex every minute until dinner, eat dinner, and have sex every minute until I fell asleep?"
"Firstly, your grades were just as good as mine so don't even try to act like that. And secondly, you have to actually be home for us to have sex!"
Kurt just let out an aggravated moan and rubbed his face. "I'm not driving to Columbus on Saturday. You're just going to have to get over it. You went through gas like crazy last semester. The reason you decreased the days you went and how much you worked was because of how much you spent on gas. How does it make sense for us to just switch off?"
"My jobs cancelled that cost right out." Blaine snapped. "It's not like I was spending money we don't have on things like $40 dolls and $60 dresses for a baby who will outgrow them in two weeks."
"Don't even try to turn this into something else. I can use the money in my savings account how I want to use it. Just like you can blow all of your money off on freaking Taco Bell four times a day." Kurt snapped right back.
"At least Taco Bell is a hell of a lot cheaper than Fazolis and Subway."
"Why are we arguing about money?" The younger boy groaned, looking extremely frustrated. "Money isn't the problem. The problem is you and Dad thinking that you know what's best for me. That's the problem."
Maybe Blaine should have tried to calm himself down before he spoke, but he was now too tired and frustrated to do that. Instead, he simply said the first thing that came to his mind and hoped nothing too upsetting would pop out. He was only human, after all, and why couldn't he express his feelings when he was frustrated with his boyfriend? "No. The problem is that you think you can get home at eleven and leave at six every night and day without killing yourself. The problem is you are essentially at class from 8 until 6:30 on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday and 8 until 9:30 on Wednesdays. The problem is you don't understand that there is a point where you've taken on too much and that this—what you're trying to do—is too damn much!"
"What are you doing, idiot?" Kurt suddenly shrieked at someone in a small Ford as they cut Blaine off, causing Blaine to slam on his breaks. "Idiot!"
Blaine just shook his head angrily and turned on Katy Perry, bringing an effective end to their argument and any more conversation for the rest of the ride home.
***WBUCT***
After a very stressful and tension-filled weekend, the last thing that Kurt really wanted to do on Monday night was stay late after class to work on a project with one of his least favorite classmates. Unfortunately the past few days had been full of things he hadn't wanted to do (be in the same room as a grumpy Blaine, be in the same car with a grumpy Blaine, have a serious chat on the phone call with his dad because of a grumpy and tattle-tale Blaine) and Kurt had almost accepted that the entire project and everything affected by it was going to suck. And, to make it worse, Jerkface was almost half an hour late. Was Kurt even surprised? No, not at all.
"I'll be honest. I thought there was no way that Azari would ever pair us together. But I think that he figured it would be better than to stick us with anyone else or we'd have done all the work." A tall boy with perfect straight blond hair and startling blue eyes suddenly said quietly, causing Kurt's eyes to widen and almost causing him to jump. He hadn't heard the studio door open and hadn't expected someone to be standing right next to him, much less talking to him. The boy tossed his bag onto one of the studio tables carelessly, oblivious to having scared Kurt. "I was absolutely terrified that I was going to have to work with Jake. He doesn't know how to sew at all."
Kurt, who had been working on a sketch for class while waiting for him to show up, looked up from his sketchbook and refrained from sighing. "Hello, Alec Davis."
"Hey." Alec took a seat next to Kurt at the table and looked down at his sketchbook. "Oh, sweet. That looks awesome. Is that for Fashion Design tomorrow?"
Kurt looked back down at the sketch and nodded as he closed the notebook. "Yes. I haven't had much time to work on anything outside of class last week or this weekend at home."
"Tell me about it. My boyfriend's in med school and I'm constantly having to quiz him. Did you know if you were to pull apart your small intestine it would be four times as long as the average adult? Pretty neat stuff, apparently. Oh well. He's interested, what can I do?" Alec laughed a bit.
"You've got a boyfriend?" Kurt asked curiously. He didn't know why he was so shocked. Everyone in classes always loved him, he was always chattering on his phone outside of classes when waiting to go in, and he had a very outgoing and infectious personality. He also, though, had a very strong personality. It was hard to picture him having a boyfriend, going home to someone, and going on dates. Then again, people probably thought that about Kurt when they didn't know him too.
"Oh yeah. We've been dating since I was fourteen. He's four years older than me. It's my first year here and his first year in med school. He goes to Toledo." Alec nodded. "We're both from California. Hence the hair and eyes."
"You lived in California and came here?" Kurt's eyes widened in shock. "Why?"
"Because Eric's here." Alec said, as if it was simple as that. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Eric and Alec. My mom thinks it's cute too... But I came here because I didn't want to be anywhere else. I thought of going to school for fashion in California with Lauren Conrad—I met her at an Orange Leaf once, by the way. She is not so pretty in person. But… yeah. No. He got his undergrad at UCLA and got into Toledo for med school. And I couldn't see living so far away from him, only seeing him at Thanksgiving and Christmas? Maybe part of the summer? I couldn't do that. So I came here. There was no way I was going to be apart from him."
"Wow." Kurt said quietly, shocked. "Do you all live together?"
"No. Toledo is two and a half hours away." The blond boy sighed a bit. "But he usually comes down on weekends… when he can. Or I'll go there. Usually he tries to come down here though because my roommate is nicer than his two are."
"Why would you give up school in California if you don't even get to live with him?" Kurt asked, staring at him almost blankly. Giving up California seemed to be pretty pointless considering they weren't even living in the same house. He didn't get it.
Alec blinked at him for a few seconds, his expression equally as blank as Kurt's. "Because we wanted to be close to each other. He's more important than school." Alec said slowly and gestured around the studio. "This doesn't matter to me. I like doing it. I love doing it. But I'll be honest. I don't need the money. I've got a trust fund, my parents have money. I'm here because I wanted to be close to my boyfriend and because I like being here. Some people just let these classes consume their entire life and that's just silly. What is this assignment? A grade? If you're going to make it, you'll make it without Fashion Illustration and Fashion Design with Azari and Becker. This grade won't get you anywhere that your talent won't. I mean, come on. I'm not here for the grades. I'm here to continue schooling to please mom and dad while being close to my boyfriend."
"You're at CCAD and don't care about your grades?" Kurt asked skeptically.
"Do you have a boyfriend, Kurt?"
"Well, yeah."
"Then you should understand… Think about it. What's more important? Being a fashion designer or being with him?"
"Can't you have both?" Kurt asked quietly, almost feeling like a lost little puppy. He didn't like the seriousness of their conversation and regretted asking Alec about his boyfriend. Not only that, but he had just been asked which was more important —Blaine or fashion design. Fashion design, something he's been interested in and loved since he was five. And Blaine, the boy he'd fallen in love with the first time he'd laid eyes on the shorter and dark-haired boy. How could he even think about choosing? And was it bad that he couldn't?
Alec shrugged and then waved to someone coming into the studio, flashing them a friendly smile. He leaned towards Kurt and spoke quietly so no one else could hear. "I don't even remember that girl's name to tell you the truth and she always talks to me. It's kinda creepy… C'mon. What kind of idea are we going to get in this stuffy place?" He stood and grabbed his bag.
"I thought we were working on our sketch." Kurt protested, once again looking confused. He was almost finding it hard to keep up with Alec, who seemed to thoroughly enjoy jumping topics in the middle of conversations.
"We are going to work on it. C'mon, Kurt."
"But where are we going?" Kurt asked, throwing his sketchbook into his messenger bag.
"I don't know yet but I'm sick of looking at ugly gray walls and anywhere will give more inspiration than this drab old place." Alec swung his bag over his shoulder and walked out of the studio before waiting for Kurt to even stand.
"You know," Kurt said a few seconds later, jogging to catch up with him. "I think I saw a scary movie like this once. The person in my position didn't live very long."
Alec just laughed loudly and pulled out his car keys. "Don't tell me you really think you'd get some brilliant idea in there? The key is to get the idea and then lock yourself in there for hours, days, weeks. It's too dingy and dreary to think up anything amazing, but boring enough to not get distracted while you make something fierce. Hurry up. I promise I won't wreck and kill you. I've never even had a wreck. Come on."
"Why not?" Kurt mumbled, pulling the passenger door open and getting into the car. Because, in all honestly, Alec had a point. What kind of idea could anyone have gotten in that studio room anyway?
***WBUCT***
Nearly two weeks later Kurt found himself sitting on his bed with his legs tucked underneath him and his sketchpad next to him, although much work wasn't done on the assignment that was due the next morning. This was, of course, the fault of his aunt Taylor who had a knack of calling at inopportune times. Because he hadn't talked to his aunt in a few weeks he had decided he would attempt to work on his homework while talking on the phone. This hadn't worked too well for him the last hour, though, and he didn't see it working better any time soon.
"Florida?" he questioned, finally just putting his pen down and pushing the sketchbook aside. This conversation would, without a doubt, require his full attention.
"Yeah! They want to move my store down there and it sounds like an awesome opportunity." His aunt's excited voice cracked over the speaker phone. "I'm kind of sick of snow. Sun and heat sounds amazing right about now. I've been snowed in for three days, Kurt. Three days. Besides, you can come to visit me and we'll go to Disney World if I move down there. Doesn't that sound nice?"
"It sounds like you're trying to bribe me." Kurt laughed as he off the speaker phone. He curled up and held his cell phone to his ear, making himself more comfortable.
"I just don't know how you'll feel about me moving so far away. I get the feeling you're still holding onto hope that…" His aunt trailed off. "Disney World! You've always wanted to go, Kurtsie. You and Blaine can come stay with me and I'll ask off work and we'll go see everything."
"That's really good, Taylor… I'm happy for you." Kurt said, although his aunt was right. Some small part of him, even after last Thanksgiving, was stick holding onto hope that his aunts would get back together. Now that Taylor was moving away, and hopefully moving on completely, he would have to give up that hope as well.
"Aw, thanks honey!" Taylor said, sounding genuinely happy. "How are things with you?"
Kurt hesitated, because things weren't exactly going well. He didn't really want to bring it up with anyone, though. Especially to Taylor who was very cheerful now after talking about moving to Florida. Taylor didn't need to be bothered with his issues. He didn't even want to be bothered with them.
Taylor sighed and he heard her clapping her hands together. "Out with it. Spit it out. In fact, go get ice cream and I'll get ice cream too and we can have a nice heart-to-heart about your troubles. Auntie Taylor knows best."
"Auntie Taylor." Kurt snorted, but did as told and went to make himself a bowl of ice cream. "Alright, I'm ready. You ready?"
"Me, Ben, and Jerry are all ready." Taylor chirped. "Spill."
"Well I'm taking more classes and that's kind of stressful, but I expected as much. I don't think Blaine expected it."
"Blaine misses Kurt time?" Taylor cooed.
"I guess." Kurt curled up on the couch, for once glad that Blaine was out with David and he had the house to himself. It was nice to not have him huffing every time Kurt entered a room or anything he entered a room and found Kurt of Kreacher in it. "But there is more to it. In Fashion Illustration I have to work with a partner. A gay partner."
"Ahh."
"Don't 'ahh!' It's nothing like that. In fact I didn't want to even work with him but Blaine's all 'Oh, it'll be good for you. Make a friend. It'll be good to work with someone you don't like.'" Kurt sighed. "So I've been staying late in the studio to get it done. I mean, I live so far away and Alec lives right off campus. I'm not going to make him drive all the way to Cincinnati."
"Blaine doesn't like you staying late? Or Blaine doesn't like you staying late with another gay boy?"
Kurt licked his spoon and swallowed before speaking. "I don't know. He says he's just worried about me walking to my car, which is understandable. But then he also comments about how I'm just never home and why he doesn't understand why we have to work in the studio. But it is so much easier working in the studio. At home Blaine whines about being hungry or the dog and Kreacher whines about being hungry or Blaine. It's like they're little children—yes, Kreacher, I'm talking about you. Don't you come over here and try to love on me. You're driving me just as crazy as Blaine. And you're not getting any of my ice cream either. Blaine may give you whatever human food you want, but I won't"
"Alright, well," Taylor sighed a bit, bringing Kurt's attention back to the topic at hand. "Are you fighting about that?"
"We're not fighting. We have these… heated discussions… Mainly just Blaine ranting about all of that stuff. And then I'll make my extremely valid point," Kurt chose to ignore his aunts very loud snort. "And then the discussion will end."
"Well, sweetie, are you sure he's arguing about what he's arguing about? Maybe he's really upset that you're spending a lot of time with another gay boy and not him." Taylor suggested very calmly.
"That's stupid. I don't even like Alec like that. Blaine's the one who said we should be friends in the first place. And yeah, I mean… he's nice. He's from California and everybody around him just loves him, he talks to everyone, you know? And he's got some really great ideas… but I don't like him like that. It's just nice to have someone in the same school as me that understands my deadlines and assignments and why exactly it's easier for me to sometimes just work in the studio…"
"You haven't said this to Blaine have you?"
"Well… What's wrong with that?" Kurt asked, rather dumbly. Of course he had said this to Blaine, but only to get his boyfriend to see reason.
"He's from California. Everybody around him just loves him. He's got great ideas. It's nice to have someone that understands me." Taylor said slowly. "I know what you're saying. But from the point of view of your boyfriend, who you see less now… Well, I can see why there'd be a little…"
"I love Blaine." Kurt interrupted. "I don't like Alec like that."
"Have you come out and said that to him?"
"No. I shouldn't need to. Blaine should know I love him and only him."
Taylor was quiet for a few minutes before she spoke. "I love you, babe. And I don't want to sit here and try to give you relationship advice when I'm single… but… Communication—Open communication—is key. Blaine may seem oh so perfect to you, but I'm sure he's got doubts. Talk to him."
"I appreciate that. But I really don't need to. He knows I'd never do or think anything like that." Kurt finished his ice cream and sat the bowl on the coffee table, mentally reminding himself to wash it later so Blaine didn't have another reason to get upset.
"Kurt..." Taylor sighed a bit. "Okay, sweetie. If you're sure. But… frequent heated discussions aren't good, babe, and they tend to lead to… heated arguments… which then lead to full-fledged fights.'
"Blaine and I aren't like that. We don't fight. Even when we fight, we don't fight." Kurt said confidently. "We're fine. There is nothing wrong, Taylor. Just because we had a heated discussion doesn't mean it's going to end up in us at each other's throats."
There was silence for a few seconds and then he heard his aunt sigh again. "Alright, babe… Look, I need to head to bed. I've got to pull an open to close tomorrow assuming I can get out of my house and I'm getting a little sleepy. You take good care of yourself, alright? Make sure you eat three meals a day and get enough sleep. Annie's still pretty worried about you."
"Grandma is always worrying about something." Kurt sighed this time as well. "I'm taking care of myself.'
"Daddy doesn't think you are." His aunt pointed out softly. "According to Annie, at least."
Kurt rolled his eyes, shaking his head and instantly becoming annoyed at both his father and boyfriend. "Dad is paranoid and Blaine's making it ten times worse. I'm doing just fine and if anyone else thinks otherwise then they're wrong."
"I'd be more persuaded if you didn't sound so offended. Call me on Friday morning, alright? Before you all head to Lima. Oh, and tell Blaine I said hello and that the link he posted on Facebook the other day made my entire week?"
Kurt laughed. "Alright, I'm sure he'll enjoy hearing that. He spent an entire hour watching it and rolling around in bed laughing… You take care of yourself too, okay?"
"Always do, Kurtsie. I'll talk to you on Friday." Taylor said. "Bye, sweetie."
"Bye." Kurt hung up the phone and picked up his sketchbook again. There could be no way that Blaine was jealous of him talking to another boy. Kurt wasn't even the attractive one in the relationship. Like anyone in their right mind would want to date Kurt. In fact, he was still trying to figure out why someone as perfect as Blaine Anderson fell in love with him. So, no. There was just no way. No way.
***WBUCT***
"How do you do that?" Kurt gasped, coming into the house late at night a week later. He tugged off his jacket and carefully hung it by the door in a way that ensured, without a doubt, that it would not get wrinkled. Kurt did not like wrinkled clothes. Especially expensive wrinkled clothes.
Blaine looked up from his laptop and said, without a whole lot of effort to sound cheerful, "What?"
"That! How do you type so fast? It's like you're physically assaulting the laptop!" His younger boyfriend pointed at the computer that was sitting on Blaine's lap.
"This paper is due in at midnight. It's ten." Blaine returned his attention to his essay, incredibly frustrated. He was seriously beginning to regret taking anthropology. It wasn't even his major and yet he had to write essays for each chapter? That was a paper each and every Thursday. So what if it was only a three to four page paper? That was a good hour or two out of his life every week. To make it worse, he was pretty sure he had the professor that was known for throwing essays into the air as a grading method. The papers he caught received A's and every other paper received a B. How did an idiot like that become a tenured professor? Oh, right. The idiot went to foreign countries and poked sticks at monkey skeletons. Frankly, Blaine wasn't interested. The only part of the class he had enjoyed was when the man told them a story about how he was in some random country—Blaine was an English major, not Geography, so why should he care which?— and a pack of monkeys threw poop at them. His first thought? Well done, monkeys. He had thought it would be an enjoyable class but it was the exact opposite. Apparently he'd gotten the worst Anthropology professor at UK. Just his luck as of lately, too.
"I wish I could put my work off until two hours before." Kurt sighed and sat on the couch next to him, kicking his Sperrys off. "You just typed an entire paragraph in less than a minute!"
"Mmh." Blaine said, still not even attempting to sound cheerful. He wasn't cheerful. He was annoyed. Kurt was home late, he had a ridiculous paper due in less than two hours, David had borrowed his Viva Piñata game and "lost it" meaning he just didn't want to give it back yet, and Blaine was really just upset in general. Oh yeah, and for some reason the Taco Bell was closed down—Taco Bell! Closed! Who cared about a stupid water pipe bursting? Wal-mart has floaties, alright? And they weren't that expensive. Haven't they heard of boats either? They weren't that hard to come by. He was pretty sure boat stores had same day delivery options too. "How's your project going?"
"Awesome." Kurt chirped, head resting on Blaine's shoulder. "There is no way that we won't get full marks. And it's a big portion of our grade, so that's at least one class I don't have to kill myself over."
"No determination to fight to the death to be better than Jerkface?" Kurt was wrong when he named Alec Jerkface. He should have called him Homewrecker. Homewrecker who was tall, had a nice tan, and had perfect straight blond hair and bright blue eyes. And a nice smile. And an incredibly nice body. At least Blaine didn't flaunt pictures of himself shirtless on Facebook for people to see. That was just tacky.
"Oh, I still want to be the best." Kurt said happily. "But now that we're friends the intensity isn't quite so… intense."
Intense like Homewrecker's blue eyes? Because Blaine wasn't blind. Even if he had been, though, he would have noticed how much happier Kurt was now that he was friends with Alec. Yeah, right. Friends with Alec. Staying late after school on Mondays, Tuesdays and now Thursdays to get work done. To get work done. Right.
"Hmm."
"Are you in a bad mood?" Kurt reached up and played with one of Blaine's soft curls. "Did you have a bad day?"
Yes.
"No." Blaine frowned, well aware that there was a hint of a whine in his voice.
"Oh, Blaine. What happened?" Kurt asked, lowering his voice.
"Nothing. I just need to work on this paper, okay? I can't really talk right now."
Kurt let his hand fall from Blaine's hair and he sighed, sounding more than a little hurt when he spoke. "Fine. I'm going to sketch in the bedroom so I don't bother you."
"Fine." Blaine sighed. "See you later."
Kurt let out a resigned sort of noise and stood up. "You should come and sit with me when you're done."
He waited for an answer but when he didn't get one he just sighed and went up to bed. It was going to be a long night.
***WBUCT***
"Down, Kreacher. Down!"
Blaine looked up to see Kurt in the doorway, holding up a large bag high off of the ground. Two days, two very tense days, had passed since their last… heated discussion, as Kurt liked to call them. Blaine preferred to call them arguments, but Kurt liked to sugarcoat things until they exploded.
"Stop jumping. If you mess this up, I'm letting Blaine give you away." Kurt threatened as Kreacher continued to just jump up and down on his legs excitedly, trying to get to the bag. "Blaine, can you help here please?"
Blaine threw a chew toy across the room in the opposite direction and Kreacher got down very low, began running, and then pounced on the toy which resulted in a loud "SQUEAK!"
"Thanks." Kurt ran to the closet and put the bag in carefully, closing the door. "I put it in your closet, but only until I catch him and get him in his cage."
"Hmm." Blaine, who had yet to even look up from his textbook, said. "Mmkay."
"All you ever say to me anymore is hmm or mmkay. Are you really this mad about me working in the studio?"
Blaine finally looked up at his boyfriend and shrugged. "I'm not even going to talk about it. You know how I feel about you overworking yourself and it's just not normal to spend more time with… no. I know what you're trying to do."
"I'm not trying to do anything." Kurt sighed and scooped Kreacher, who had attempted to run past, into his arms. Blaine heard him talking to the dog as he walked into the kitchen where Kreacher's cage was. "It's time for Kreacher to go to bed. Yes, it is. Even if it's eight. Because I've got work to do and I don't trust you to leave me alone. And Blaine doesn't love you. Nope, not one bit."
Blaine just glanced back down at his book, trying very hard to not be as annoyed as he was. It wasn't right to spend more time with a gay classmate than your gay boyfriend. That was what Blaine wanted to say, what he should have said. He didn't want to give Kurt any reason to be dramatic, though, and he had decided to keep his mouth shut. It would be fine. Soon the project would be over and Kurt would have no excuse to stay late every day. Why should he need to stay at the studio with Alec if there was no project, right? And if he did need to stay after the project was done… Well then, Blaine determined, he'd have something to worry about.
"Blaine, would you just talk to me?" Kurt asked several minutes later, sounding upset. "You act like I poisoned your dog or something."
"I don't act like you poisoned my dog." The older boy scoffed.
"You could at least say hello."
"I said 'hmm' which is basically hello."
Kurt's eyes widened in frustration and he sat down, pulling Blaine's book out of his hands. "Talk to me."
"I just want to do my homework."
"This isn't even a school book." Kurt sighed and handed it back to him, looking the other way. "I don't understand what I've done. Actually, I haven't done anything wrong. I've done nothing wrong, Blaine. Not one thing. I am staying after to work on school work. It's not like I'm partying it up in Columbus. I think you're jealous."
"Jealous?" Blaine let out a very loud and sarcastic laugh as he reopened his book.
So what if Blaine had stalked his Facebook. So what if he had stared at that shirtless picture of him, scowling with his arms crossed over his chest? And so what if he was possibly just a little bit more concerned with the current status of his relationship with Kurt than Kurt overworking himself? That didn't make him jealous. Blaine didn't get jealous anyway.
"Yes. Jealous." Kurt stood and made his way to the closet, pulling the bag back out. "Now I wish I hadn't brought this home to work on. I thought you'd be happy I came straight home. Now I wish I hadn't."
"Right. Then maybe you should go back."
"What's your problem?" Kurt tossed the bag onto the nearest chair angrily.
"My problem is that you're overworking yourself. You're gone all week!"
"No. What's your real problem?"
Blaine stood, snapping his book shut once again. "You know what? It doesn't matter. That stupid thing is due next week and after that you'll be back to coming home before midnight. Then I can get back to actually sleeping once in a while because I'm not up waiting to make sure you didn't get beat up on the way to your car again or that you got into a wreck."
"That stupid thing?" Kurt echoed slowly. "That stupid thing? I have put hours into that stupid thing."
"Yeah you've been putting hours into something."
Kurt stared at the older boy in shock, blue eyes wide. Something registered on Kurt's face that Blaine couldn't quite read. At that moment, though, Blaine couldn't fit it in him to care about hurting the younger boy's feelings. He knew he'd been thinking the same things over and over for days but he just couldn't help it. There was something not right with the fact that Kurt was spending more time with a 'partner in school' who was now his 'friend' than his own boyfriend. Something not right with the fact that Kurt was all of a sudden ten times happier. Not only was Kurt spending more time with Homewrecker during the week, but he had even gone to Columbus on some weekend days to get work done too.
Then there was the fact that he was humming. He hadn't hummed so much since Blaine's senior year at Dalton and the summer right before he began UK! He sure hadn't hummed cheerfully last semester when he was almost pulling his hair out. There hadn't been one week of frustration and then one week of contentment. No. The stress had gotten worse and worse, the frustration more and more, until the very end when assignments were done and all they had to do was wait to turn them in on grading day.
It wasn't that Blaine didn't want Kurt to make friends and be happy. Hell, he'd encouraged it. But now he was really kicking himself for that. Maybe what bothered him most was the fact that he couldn't help but wonder why he wasn't able to make Kurt more cheerful during the semester than some boy who'd only worked with home on a project for a few short weeks. Blaine, his boyfriend, the boy he lived with and helped support him, should have been able to make him feel better than someone who was practically a stranger. Why wasn't he, Blaine, able to make Kurt happy?
He had to stop this. The first few times that the thought had popped into his head he had sort of laughed it off. After all it was Kurt. Yes, Kurt was gorgeous and could probably get any man he wanted. But Kurt was also loyal… Things just kept getting weirder and it didn't feel right. Blaine did have a tendency to build things up in his head. He was well aware of this. It felt like more than that, though. It felt like it ran deeper than Blaine just being anxious and paranoid. It felt like something was coming in-between he and Kurt. He didn't like feeling that their relationship was threatened. That he had… competition?
Alright. Maybe Blaine was a tad bit jealous.
"Why don't you either man up and say what you mean instead of insinuating things? That or shut up." Kurt snapped, eyes narrowing. "Go on, Blaine."
"I don't have to say anything. You know what's going on here." Blaine crossed his arms over his chest and looked in the opposite direction. He heard the rustle of the bag as Kurt snatched it off of the chair.
"I have done nothing wrong and yet you're being a complete asshole to me. What am I supposed to do, Blaine?" Kurt drawled out his name. Usually when Kurt said his name he liked the way it sounded, but not this time. "I'm doing school work."
"You know what you're doing; you know why I'm mad. You're… overworking yourself."
Kurt let out a loud sarcastic laugh, and Blaine decided he did not like hearing that sort of laugh geared at him. If Kurt wasn't so thin it would have almost made Blaine cringe. "First truthful thing you've said all night! Good job!"
"Just let it go, Kurt." Blaine said, having to stop himself from gritting his teeth. He knew he had brought out the bitchiness in Kurt himself and that there was no one else to blame, but that didn't mean he couldn't get angry. And maybe he was angrier with himself than with Kurt at this point. He was too frustrated to know what he was frustrated at anymore.
"I can't believe I came home to work on this to make you feel better, to make you happy, and it's turned into something like this. What has gotten into you?"
"Why can't I be angry? Why is it such a problem that I'm upset and acting upset? You get upset once a day and have your little freak outs or your little fits usually over nothing. And I'm upset and I'm supposed to hold it all in?" Blaine asked loudly, standing up.
"I don't act like a complete bitch when I'm upset."
This time it was Blaine who let out a laugh. It wasn't just a sarcastic one. It was a loud sarcastic one. "Ha! You don't act bitchy? You don't act bitchy?"
"You're being such an asshole! I haven't done anything to you. I walked through the door! That's what I did!" Kurt exclaimed, looking hurt. "I haven't gotten upset like that since last semester, Blaine. I mean, I've been upset but not like this." He gestured at his older boyfriend. "You're like the freaking Hulk right now or something!"
"I can't deal with this right now." Blaine said, moving past him.
"You can't deal with this or with me?" Kurt called after him angrily.
Blaine had a feeling someone would be sleeping on the couch tonight anyway, so he didn't even have to sugarcoat what he said next. "I haven't decided yet."