Episode 16, Chapter 2:
Kurt was late to meet Blaine because another unwelcome gift from Dave had been dropped off on his doorstep. He wanted to call Puck in for backup before he even opened it, but he couldn't get him on the phone. He opened it delicately waiting for something to bite or snap at him. It was like holding a baby alligator in his lap. When he looked inside, he found his old iPhone with a cracked screen. Kurt lifted it out of the giftbox delicately. He pressed the home key, which immediately opened up to a video. His eyes fluttered with tears as he watched. Karofsky was still able to completely terrify him in just a few moments with just a few words. Kurt realized then he would never be safe.
Kurt met Blaine at the bar before their date obviously late. He dressed in bright orange Joe's Jeans Brixton Slim Straight Fit jeans and a colorful Paul Smith Botanical Floral Print shirt. [6x01 Scandal's] He put on his bravest face to see his boyfriend and his new friend hoping he would be able to relax. When he saw who Blaine was already sitting with, he felt like he might throw up.
"Oh, hey Kurt! You made it! I want you to meet Kary," Blaine smiled. He wore a multi-colored Etro Multi-Check Sport shirt and a yellow-patterned Brooks Brothers Hook Link Print Bow Tie. [6x01 Scandal's] His completely clueless smile completely ignorant to the fact that Kurt was having a mini-meltdown. How could this be happening? First, Sebastian and now, Dave, his past would never die and let him have his one good thing left untainted. He had no idea how he was going to be able to get out of this one.
"Hey Kurt, I've heard so much about you," Dave put out his hand to shake. Kurt looked at it coldly.
"I'm so sorry, Blaine. I wish I can stay for drinks, but I have to leave early. I don't feel very good."
"Oh, do you want me to walk you out?"
"Yes, please would you actually take me home actually I don't want to be left alone right now."
"Well, Kary just got here. I feel bad. I can get you a car."
"Kary will be fine. Won't he? We can talk some other time," Kurt said forcefully. Blaine could feel something was wrong so he got up and threw his jacket on. He looked at Kary helplessly.
"Sorry, I'm sure we can reschedule for some other time—," he barely finished his words before Kurt grabbed the arm of his coat to drag him out.
"Goodbye Kurt," Dave replied menacingly.
"What on earth was that? Are you even sick, Kurt?"
"If you mean sick to my stomach, yes, I am."
Blaine huffed in confusion as his brows knitted.
"Can you just explain to me what's going on? I'm completely in the dark here like usual. What's wrong with you?"
Kurt was torn between wanting to run away from and run towards Blaine. He figured he had to tell him something.
"That's Dave Karofsky."
"Who?" Blaine rebutted leaning forward.
"Dave Karofsky is my childhood bully. We—," he scratched his head trying to find the words, "...have a lot of history, and the point is he's using you to mess with me." He could see Blaine was choking on all this information; the boy's eyes going wide with shock and hurt.
"Kary..."
"He doesn't exist! Whatever he told you is a lie."
"That can't be right."
"He was catfishing you, okay, pretending to be someone he was not, to get your trust. He hates me, and trust me, the feeling is mutual. He's the one who sent me all those gifts. He's playing this long-drawn-out game with me. It's not over. He's just proving like they always do that they have power and control."
"What do you mean 'they'?" Blaine caught on to Kurt's language. The taller boy wished he'd kept his mouth shut. He might as well tell him since it was finally truth telling time.
"Sebastian Smythe, he's the guy you met at the coffee shop in December. He went by Seb at the time."
Blaine looked perplexed until he connected the dots of the story. The boy who flirted with him in the coffee shop months back. He felt affronted, not even by the news, but more that Kurt could keep this a secret.
"What are you saying? Why didn't you tell me?" he raised his voice annoyed.
"I'm saying that I'm the reason these guys came into your life. I didn't tell you because I'm ashamed of myself, and I keep thinking there won't be more secrets, but I—I can't help it, and I'm so sorry. I don't want you to get hurt. I keep putting you in harm's way. I should have seen this coming. There's no way he wouldn't have known about you."
"I think I need..." Blaine took a deep breath, and his eyes looked dazed.
"What—what do you need?"
Now that Kurt had cleared his chest, he could finally breathe easier and focus deeply on Blaine. He was ready to give him whatever comfort he needed. He had so much to make up for.
"I think I need some space," Blaine said simply after a moment of thinking.
Kurt promptly stepped away, acquiescing to his wish even though it hurt.
"No, not that kind of space. Space from you, for a bit, I think," Blaine said thoroughly unsure of everything.
Blaine was being fed so many lies. It was as if they were being mass-produced just for him. How could he be so naïve? How could Kurt leave him in the dark? He'd never been in a position like this before. He never would have been if it hadn't been for Kurt. Fascinating, mysterious and secretive Kurt, who constantly told him the water was safe for them, constantly lied about all the dangerous sharks lurking just below.
"Oh, okay, yeah, I understand," Kurt appeased, hoping that, even if there was silence for the moment, Blaine wouldn't take off.
Blaine took his answer immediately to heart and without a look back, started walking off in a different direction from him. Even though he picked a walk uptown to the next subway station, at least he was getting some distance from Kurt.
"Brittany, we're not going to talk about that," Santana puts her hand over the blonde's as a sign that she should reel it in.
"Santana, you just said you were bored so I was making things more interesting. I'm very good at that. You tell me so all the time. I know you're not bored when we share lady kisses…"
Santana coughed loudly and slid away from Brittany. The other girls look at them strangely but didn't comment—everyone basically knew there was something going on that no one knew about.
Sugar never minded breaking the silence.
"I'll talk about it. The first boy I kissed was Drew; he made it all the way to third base," she laughed wiggling three fingers.
"What about you, Rachel?" Brittany asked first.
"Anything happen with you and Frankenteen yet?" Santana? asked.
"Yeah, have you two done it?" Sugar asked. Rachel looked appalled.
"That is none of your business!"
"Well why not? Sugar just told us about her first, and I'm almost an open book. We know all about Kurt's dirty deeds, and Quinn's have been blasted around the school. You're the only one I don't know about. What's the dish?"
"I won't fall into this endless spiral of depraved conversation that is meant to bog down a young lady's growing confidence and maturity as she embarks on—sexual awakenings!"
"You're so smart…" Brittany muttered.
"What are you talking about?" Sugar asked.
"So, you're a virgin," Santana smirked. "Next time just say so," she said winking. "I mean it's obvious you just exude this virginal innocence and purity that's sickening. I don't know how you are going to play Maria without any sexual experience. I would say good luck, but you'll probably flop since you have as much passion as a toilet brush."
Rachel, who'd gotten to her feet in her frazzled state, gave them all a once-over. Quinn smiled with her eyes grateful for Santana's quick wittedness. Rachel marched away offended by the line of questioning.
Once she'd gotten far enough, the girls all cackled. Santana remembered to yell out before she was out of earshot.
"We'll see you at your big party, virgin!"
Once the humor subsided, Santana posed a question to Quinn, who'd been carefully sitting on her hands all day as GG updates came in randomly.
"You've been quiet all day. Do you have anything special planned for Rachel's party?"
"Whether I interfered or not, we all know it's going to be a trainwreck. I don't need any GG updates to know that their relationship isn't going to last. It would only take a slight shove from me for it all to fall apart," she stated seriously.
Quinn knew she shouldn't think about it since he had enough boy trouble as it was with Sam and Puck. She knew she shouldn't pile on any more drama that she didn't need. However, even though she knew she shouldn't have, she had started thinking about Finn. The girls knew Quinn had a crush when she was younger, and there would always be a part of her that cared for him, but the kiss brought all those feelings back and then some.
Maybe she was crazy. Maybe she was the only one who felt sparks, but if she did, who knows what might happen? Rachel, of course, was still very much in his life, but this party was fixing to be the end of her short-lived relationship and stardom. Plus, she could possibly use the virginity revelation as ammo for the ongoing Cold War between the two gals.
The last thing Rachel wanted to think about after a long day was what Gossip Girl would say about her next. She knew never to trust the popular girls who thought it was entertaining to cause complications in everyone's lives but their own.
Like clockwork, a nasty rumor was released about her virginity. Rachel knew things weren't going great with her and Finn, but if she could have Finn admit to having sex with her, she might be able to walk away with some dignity.
She planned to talk to him after-school about when he came over to her place. She'd dressed innocently enough in penny loafers with short white socks and a navy-blue Urban Outfitters Flat Black by Pegleg NYC Ross Dress with a Ryan Ryan Necklace with Finn's name. [What I did for love] Maybe her approach wasn't right. Maybe she should have warmed him up to the idea. Maybe she should have listened that day at lunch, or the day before, or the day before that. Whatever it was, it finally set him off. Her expectation of him to lie for her to make her look cooler in front of her friends was where he drew the line. Their relationship had been on the fritz, and while he thought he could save it by holding his tongue, he couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Are you out of your mind, Rachel?! How can you even say something like that?" he said loudly in disbelief. His voice almost squeaked in pain and confusion. "You know I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt every time, but every time I ignore something, you go and make it worse."
"But Finn!" she said scared and reaching out to him with her hands.
"No, I'm not going to say that for you, Rachel!" he removed her hands and pushed her away. "And, you know what, I'm not going to your stupid party."
"Finn," she said bursting into tears.
"That's it! I'm done. I'm really done. For real this time... I don't see a point in pretending like things are okay or they are the same as they were when we got together. You've changed!"
She reached out to him and put her head against his chest. He hugged her closely for a moment, "I wish I could hold on to you. I really do, but I don't think you're good for me. I don't think I'm good for you," he continued finally pulling away from her. She fought him.
"I can't be this guy, and I won't play these games. Have a good party Rachel, alone," Finn saw her tears, but it didn't have an effect on him anymore. He was tired of making things easier for her when he felt his life spiraling out of control.
Rachel felt numb. She couldn't blame him anymore. Maybe she really had lost all of her self-respect. How could she face everyone at her party? She couldn't even show her face.
Quinn arrived that night at the club solo. She wore a navy blue Anthropologie Redux jacket with frills,a plaid Anthropologie Contemporain dress and Miu Miu 14HS Sunglasses. [Blame it on the alcohol: hair of the dog] While there was a party, there was no host. The party girl hadn't even showed up for her own event. She wasn't fashionably late either. She had just gotten cold feet.
The gossip was intense. Almost everyone agreed that the couple of the hour were officially over since no one had seen Finn. The Gossip Girl blast read as follows.
Weekend update: An absence of sex never caused this much controversy. Looks like Little R didn't spread her legs after all. She attempted to spread lies instead. Don't look so sad, Little R. The sun will come out tomorrow. Even though your boyfriend didn't come out tonight.
Rachel didn't expect her clique to want anything to do with her. Even without Quinn, Santana was constantly awful to her so when she opened the loft door to see a gaggle of girls with champagne and chocolate, she was surprised.
"What are you guys doing here?" she asked them in shock.
"We couldn't wait to rub your nose in the gaping mistakes you made as a human being and just had to come gloat," Santana answered oddly cheery leading the others into the loft space. She wore large hoops, a red-orange Zara Gathered collar blouse with a matching headband and Free People Genetic Adriane Quilted bell flare jeans. [2x19] She gave it a once over in disappointment. Rachel's face turned into a frown. "I also know that you're spineless, melodramatic sensationalist... who just got dumped."
"You heard?"
"Of course, we heard! Anyone who's anyone from here to Timbuktu got an update with your dirty business."
"Yeah," Rachel remarked.
"You really stuck your foot in it this time, Berry," Santana spoke shaking her head piteously.
"So, what are you guys doing here?"
"I once told everyone Matthew McConaughey and I had a fling while I was on vacation in Nice," Sugar giggled at herself. She shined in a mint green H&M Darted Peplum top with neon green Juicy Couture Margot pants and a green bow headband. [3x20 sewing] Brittany laughed. She wore a white bug-patterned Urban Outfitters Cooperative loose button-up shirt tied in a knot and red Urban Outfitters Pins and Needles Bow strapless romper with Aldo Craver Wedge Sandals and white knee socks. [2x19]
"I started dating my imaginary sister's seven-year-old friend from soccer, Wes Brody because my cheerleading coach told me to idolize Madonna who dates younger guys."
"I once had an on-again off-again relationship with Noah Puckerman," Santana responded. Brittany raised her hand in agreement. "What we're saying is we've all made stupid mistakes before."
"I thought you all hated me or would, for sure, hate me after this."
"I may not be a particularly nice person to almost anybody, and sometimes I make choices that turn out to be pretty mean, but I try not to hate anybody. I stand by the fact that you should totally swipe your V-card already by anyone but Squishy Teats."
Rachel smiled thankful they had her back.
"Puck, in what world would you consider opening up your nightclub to the likes of a Miss Rachel Berry? Have your standards really dropped so low?" Quinn berated him following her usual agenda.
"I think she and I have actually come to an agreement. She isn't as bad as you make her out to be."
"Excuse me, are you defending her in front of me? Do you even know what she did?"
"I do actually. Finn tells me everything. We're actually pretty close friends."
"You're friends?"
"You wouldn't know that because you don't care about anyone but yourself."
"You're an asshole you know that!" Quinn spat angrily.
"Oh, really? I'm the asshole?" Puck asked her.
Her eyes challenged him venomously.
"I know you're the one who hinted to Gossip Girl about Rachel and Finn. I don't know where you heard that information, but whoever your source was, clearly got it right. Finn's dealing with his broken heart, but that will heal over time. This whole thing works out pretty well for you since you think you won tonight, don't you? Rachel's not here which makes you the number one chic at this party, right?" he laughs to himself, and Quinn is confused, "Do you even know where your girlfriends are?" Quinn was struck. She looked behind her, but Santana, Brittany and Sugar were nowhere to be seen. "It turns out Rachel does have some friends, and they're all with her now."
All Quinn can do was pout her lips. Her mouth opened and shut like a guppy as she tried to come up with a reply as usual, she was alone, and the joke was on her.
Ah, yes, the truth always comes out. It's one of the fundamental rules of time. And when it comes out, it can set you free... Or end everything you fought so hard for. Another way the truth comes out: When you don't even mean it to... Or when, without saying a word, it's still loud and clear. But the worst thing the truth can do is, when you finally tell it, it doesn't set you free, but locks you away forever. Xoxo Gossip Girl
~A.N. OKAY, I have 2 things to say. One, I want to thank everyone for reading this far. If you read over 100k words, I'm impressed with you and invite you to go back to your favorite episodes for a "re-watch" or enjoy the Season all over again. Two, I need to level with you. When I began this I only had 16 chapters mostly completed. What I did was a massive edits overhaul, grammar and spell check, and timeline clean-sweep. At this point I need to make more content. I intend to complete the final 2 episodes of Gossip Glee Girl because we're SOOO close, however, it may take a little longer than usual to do it. After that, I may consider diving into a S2, but we'll get there when we get there.
TLDR: Long wait before the next 2 chapters!
