Chapter 24- Overstepping
The doors of Dalton Academy's choir room flew open at the express force of Kurt Hummel. To say the new Dalton student was pissed was a gross lexical injustice. Never had he been so angry at Blaine before. Sure, there was the whole Karofsky confrontation which Kurt hadn't really agreed to but that was his role as a concerned acquaintance.
His latest move was simply an act to further their chances at Regionals and he had submerged himself in Kurt's personal life more so than ever before. Kissing Rachel fucking Berry was one thing, but driving to Lima just to talk to his father about how he was poorly educated about sex was a whole different can of worms. And Kurt was going to pop open the aforementioned can of worms all over Blaine's head.
Everybody looked up at the same time. Only a certain few knew about a particular look on Kurt's usually passive face. Wes and Jeff being two of them, they dipped their heads and just waited for the impending confrontation. Somehow, every single person in the room knew who it was directed at. Apart from the very person it was directed at.
"Blaine Anderson, you will look at me when I'm speaking to you!"
Everybody at Dalton knew that when Kurt Hummel demanded something from you, you do it. Especially when he used his diva bitch tone that supposedly turned the most ferocious of lions into a barely mewling kitten. But that was just an old urban legend. The Warblers were about to witness firsthand the proficiency of Kurt Hummel's wrath.
Blaine, unsurprisingly, looked up. That he hadn't noticed Kurt's tone, apparently, because a knowing smile stretched across his face. "Hey, Kurt! Did you dad talk to you? I think I helped a lot, because I know you wouldn't have gone looking yourself and I—."
"Hush," Kurt snapped, actually gesturing the action with his hand. Blaine fell silent as though struck by magic. Maybe he was, nobody would know. "I think that you have done enough talking for the time being. Now you're going to shut up and listen while I outline why you're such a fucking imbecile."
One of the pettier Warblers snickered.
"Kurt, we're in rehearsal?"
Kurt waved his hand. "Oh, do forgive me. Warblers, if I may?"
Everybody shrugged and let him talk.
"Outstanding. Where was I? Oh, yes. The abhorrent trainwreck that is Blaine Anderson. The next time you decide to pay a visit to my sole remaining parent to basically tell him that while we have a good bond, you don't think he's quite capable of fully parenting me, think again. Also, when you try and pretend like the rest of us actually have something meaningful to rehearse, it just comes across as patronising. I would talk about how you don't really deserve the competition lead, but that is an entirely different can of worms.
"You need educating, Blaine. Even though you think I'm the one who needs it, it's you. You have no respect and no boundaries. You massively overstepped them and I find it absolute conceited of you. You just think that because you think something should be a certain way, that everybody else thinks the same. Well, I have some news for you, Blaine. The world doesn't turn because you tell it to!"
Kurt smirked as Jeff began to nod in time with his points. He had not foreseen that the other Warblers would ever express their issues with Blaine, even if it wasn't vocally.
"This is kinda uncalled for, Kurt."
Kurt's face hardened and his fists clenched, nails digging into his skin almost hard enough to draw blood.
Jeff gaped. "Oh, you did not."
Kurt's eyes flickered to Jeff's before returning to meet Blaine's, a dangerous glint in his eye. "Now I know you're an absolute hypocrite. I bet you think you're my hero because you sought out my dad on your own initiative because you wanted to be the one that did my talking for me. Despite what you think, I'm not a helpless puppy. And you're certainly not in a position to be doing anything for me. You're not my father, you're not my boyfriend and you're certainly not my friend if you think what you did was respectful or even the slightest bit helpful."
Blaine frowned. "Kurt, of course we're friends."
"I don't think so," Kurt snapped, "because friends don't go behind friends' backs and suggest to their fathers that they are parenting their child correctly. How would have liked it if I walked up to your father and told him that you don't know the slightest thing about sex?"
Blaine winced at the bluntness. "I would be angry at you."
Kurt snorted and burst into laughter. Actual laughter. It was sort of maniacal, actually. "So if I did it to you, it would have been overstepping, but you doing it to me is what? Okay? Respectful? Double standards, Blaine. You're all about them and it's not going to be tolerated by me anymore. You've fucked up recently more times than I care to count. First, you kiss one of my best friends, who is a girl. Then you compare me to the psychotic freak who chased me out of McKinley. Then you act like I'm biphobic even though you know that I don't understand it. I've never met somebody who is bisexual before, so I don't have the information to learn about it firsthand. Though I suppose you're just going to talk to my father about that, aren't you?"
"No."
"Ah! A modicum of decency. Shame it's too late. But I'm not done discussing your shortcomings. Despite your obvious height discrepancy, of course. Let me think…oh yes, here we are. You actually thought it was kind to approach me about how you thought my sexy faces were the equivalent to me having gas pains. Who the fuck says that?"
Jeff took this time to interject. "Dude, that's awful. And so, so wrong. Kurt is hot as fuck."
Kurt hadn't actually seen that one coming, but decided to deal with it at a later date. "You see, Blaine. Even your supposed friends have an issue with what you're doing. So when your next friend comes along, you shouldn't repeat your previous mistakes. Though that might not be enough to convince them that you're not a egomaniacal prick. Warblers, I understand that Regionals is fast approaching, but my doo-wopping is already stellar from Sectionals. You don't really need me in this rehearsal. I apologise for the interjection."
Kurt turned swiftly, glaring daggers at Blaine, before strutting from the choir room.
"Hey Kurt, wait up!"
Kurt slowed down and waited for Jeff to approach.
"Hello, Jeffrey."
"You know I hate my full forename."
"Apologies. Continue."
"I wanted you to know that you were right about everything in there. Blaine gets way too much credit and I'm glad somebody else sees that. How he's treated you is not okay. Oh, and for the record, you do know someone who's bisexual and totally into you."
Kurt nodded, understanding immediately. "I see. I could definitely have worse admirers. Your honesty is most refreshing, Jeff."
"Well then, while I'm at it, I don't suppose you'd want to get coffee sometime?"
"As long as it's not The Lima Bean, I'm up for that."
Jeff shook his head. "Absolutely not. I only drink Starbucks."
Kurt opened his hand and offered it to Jeff. "Walk with me."
Jeff took his hand and, together, they boycotted the rest of the week's rehearsal, learning more about each other and bitching about Blaine in the process.
Kurt considered that pretty much a win-win.
