Chapter 18- It's Not Right


"This is for anyone who's ever been cheated on," Blaine smirked, looking straight at Kurt, causing everybody to look over to him, confused. None of them would have ever believed that Kurt would cheat on Blaine, not after the last incident with Sam. Kurt had been enraged that they would believe a stupid rumour, and more so that Finn and Rachel were so distrusting of them they had thought to stake him out.

Kurt looked at the amused face of Santana who knew full well that he hadn't cheated on Blaine. Quinn just looked bored. Joe was looking at him like he had just kicked a puppy. Brittany was frowning at Blaine, wondering why he was looking at Kurt with that weird expression. Rachel, Finn, Mike, Tina and Puck were just looking at him with disbelieving eyes. Rory didn't really know what was happening. Mercedes was filing her nails, bored with the recent drama and just wanted to pay tribute to Whitney instead. Sam was sat next to him. He nudged Kurt, frowning. Kurt just shook his head lightly, denying Blaine's accusation.

"This is insane! I didn't cheat on you!" Kurt held up his hands, deciding to just let Blaine make a fool out of himself before Kurt utterly schooled him in the art of proving somebody wrong. He already knew what song Blaine had chosen even before the music kicked in. Blaine was just…that predictable.

Brittany looked at Blaine pointedly. "Cheetahs have the fastest land speed of any living animal." Santana rubbed her arm as Blaine began to sing It's Not Right, But It's Okay, prancing around the room, jumping on the piano. Kurt made a mental note to tell Brad that Blaine had his dirty shoes on his piano. Kurt jumped on the piano, sure, but Brad liked him and usually he was lying on it or sitting on it. He never stood. Blaine always jumped on furniture and it was hilarious to watch sometimes.

"Was it really worth you going out like that, yeah?" Blaine sang as Rachel, Finn, Mercedes, Artie and Puck got up and starting harmonising with Blaine, moving around him in an almost choreographed manner. Kurt knew that they hadn't planned it, that was impossible. Blaine had clearly expected the whole Glee Club to get up and join him. Even his performance face was dismayed when only five did. Kurt was quite hurt that Mercedes, Rachel and Finn had joined in. He wasn't particularly close to Artie or Puck so that was fine. Apparently, they were 'bros' with Blaine anyway. Mr Schuester just watched with tired eyes.

As his song came to a close, nobody clapped. Blaine pouted slightly and then turned to Kurt. He stood up calmly and Santana almost wet herself with excitement.

"Blaine, what the actual fuck did you just do?"

Blaine faced him with angry eyes. "You cheated on me Kurt, that means something to me. So I called you out on it, as we're encouraged to use song to do. I kept within the criteria of the assignment and I knocked it out of the park, if I do say so myself. So I honestly do not understand what your problem is with my song. If anything, you caused this song."

Kurt sighed once before launching into his spiel. "Blaine. I did not cheat on you. I simply exchanged text messages with a boy. Hell, the ones I have from Santana are much juicier. Even Sam and I sometimes flirt over texting. I'm not cheating on you with Sam and Santana am I?

"But while we're on the subject, may we journey back to earlier this year when you were in contact with the smirking Meerkat Sebastian Smythe?" Blaine flushed. "Those texts were definitely less than family friendly."

"So you looked through my phone as well? Something you got angry at me for last night?" Blaine challenged, throwing his hands up.

"No, Blaine, I'm not that obsessive. Sebastian forwarded some of them to me. And your replies. I saved them to my phone for any future situations such as this one. Shall I read some to you as well as your backup singers? How is this for enlightenment?"

Blaine suddenly paled. Rachel looked at him stormily.

Kurt pulled out his phone and scrolled up to his messages with Sebastian. "Sebastian said 'How hard are you right now?' and you replied with 'Harder than I've ever been before. You're so good at this, Bas.'. Another time, Sebastian said 'I bet Kurt doesn't make you feel like this' and you replied with 'Never'. So if I'm supposed to believe that harmless flirting with a guy I'm not even interested in is worse than what you've done, then I don't see any reason why this relationship should continue."

"You're breaking up with me?"

"Isn't it about time?

"You constantly talking about how much you love me, yet you don't hesitate to jump into sexting another guy, one who you knew would give you all the attention that you think you deserve. You were Dalton's golden boy and you transferred here. Not for me, so don't give me that shit again. You wanted to take the thing that was mine. To make sure I didn't ever get any solos. We both got lines at Sectionals, but you pushed me out of Regionals. You took the lead role from me when you knew I needed it for NYADA. You don't care about me. You care about how I make you feel! So you overlook all of your wrongdoings and focus on the things that show you that I'm not giving you all of my attention!"

"How can you say that?"

"Because it's true! And don't even try to deny it! Even when we were at Dalton, you constantly stepped on everything I tried to achieve! You realised you 'loved me' when Pavarotti died. A fucking bird, Blaine. Not when it was Valentine's and I was expressing my feelings for you. But you loved rejecting me, didn't you? Because it gave you power. You loved talking to me about how I didn't know how to be sexy and—."

"Oh, hold the fuck up!" Santana interjected, glaring at Blaine. "You told him that he didn't know how to be sexy? How jacked up is it? Kurt is the only guy hear who has gained interest from every single Cheerio on the squad, male and female. Clearly that video of 4 Minutes that I sent to you had absolutely not really effect. You just jump around the room, climbing on the accompaniment and make singing faces that should only be made during sweaty sex with old eastern European guys."

Blaine's jaw dropped before Kurt took over.

"Thank you, Santana. Now, Blaine, if you think that this wasn't a long time coming then you're wrong. You'd happily talk sexy with Sebastian, but the only time you actually wanted to have sex with me was when Artie told you if would help you with playing Tony more convincingly! How is that supposed to make me feel? You know, I'm surprised I actually haven't cheated on you yet. You're a terrible boyfriend and we're officially over. I'll have no more of this. Oh, and to the groupies singing with him, I appreciate your support. So Rachel, when you need help with NYADA, you can ask Blaine. Finn, when you want somebody to make you warm milk and talk about what you're doing with your life, you can ask Blaine. I'll be better without you, Blaine. Just watch me."

Santana smirked as Kurt left the choir room, with Sam's hungry eyes following him out the door. Oh yeah, she thought. Kurt's gonna be so much better without Frodo and with Fish Lips on his arm. Hevans was so on.


Author's Note: I forgot about this one! Prompts are welcome! xoxo