Chapter 27- Blainofsky
"...it's someone you know,"
Please don't say Sebastian Smythe. Please don't say Sebastian Smythe.
"Kurt!"
Kurt looked up, the grinning face of David Karofsky looming over him. Flashes of junior year entered his mind as he forced himself to calm down. You're not in high school anymore, Kurt.
"Karofsky." He tried to make his voice sound warm, but it just was not happening.
Blaine smiled at him. "I...know this is going to be hard, but—."
"Blaine, could I see you privately for a second?" Kurt swallowed his scorn.
Blaine shrugged. "I mean, whatever you have to say to me you can say in front of Dave, we have a really good policy about trust."
Kurt knocked back the tequila shot he had ordered minutes earlier and smirked. "Perfect."
Blaine fidgeted in his seat slightly. He knew this was going to be bad.
"What the fuck are you doing, Blaine? Karofsky? Really? I never believed you capable of being so stupid. You're...it's okay, you know what you're doing, you probably have a really good reason for this, right? Beyond making me look like a fool?"
"We like each other. We're dating," Blaine shrugged helplessly.
"Isn't that nice? My ex-fiancé and my ex-bully kindling a romance off the back of screwing me over. How charming and what a wonderful story for the grandkids!"
"Kurt," Karofsky tried, but Blaine just shook his head.
"You don't get to talk to me right now," Kurt held up a finger, still maintaining eye contact with Blaine. "God, I feel stupid."
"This is a little embarrassing, Kurt," Blaine muttered.
"Not for the reasons you think. I must have been out of my mind coming back here to try and win you back. Like you're some prize that I need in my life. Clearly you're as backwards as everybody else in the godforsaken town if you're shacking up with this monster."
"You forgave him for everything."
"But I never forgot. Both of you have slighted beyond what I was able to deal with. You," Kurt said, looking to Karofsky, "sexually assaulted me, threatened to kill me and stalked me, not to mention every single time you shoved me into a locker and every slur you could hurl at my back as I walked away."
"Kurt, that was high school," Blaine rushed.
"You," Kurt spat, "also attempted to sexually assault me, as well as cheat on me, belittle me and try to turn all my friends against me after constantly denying me everything that I wanted from that relationship.
"So yes, I forgave both of you for the things that you did, because that was high school as you so kindly reminded me. But people don't change, despite what both of you desperately hope. They simply grow, maintaining the small parts of their personality that maybe they don't like very much. Especially you two. Karofsky, you're still that petty, violent, shrivelled up moron that you were in high school. Blaine, you're still self-centred, arrogant and whiny and I'm not sure that's ever going to change.
"But the two of you together. That goes past repugnant. I assume because your trust policy is so very efficient, you know what you used to think of each other way back when."
Blaine's eyes flickered to Karofsky.
Karofsky's eyes flickered to Blaine, jaw clenched.
"So this is going to be fun," Kurt smirked. "Let's start with you, Karofsky."
He chuckled. "You once said that Blaine never deserved me, because he was rude, entitled, selfish and not nearly as attractive or talented as he thought he was. You were actually pretty right on the money for what it's worth. You also called him a bumbling idiot who needed to take off the rose-tinted glasses and see the world for what it really was: not always about him.
"Karofsky, Blaine called you a psychopath monster who deserved to die alone because bad things deserve to happen to truly bad people. I believe I'm verbatim on that. Blaine?"
Blaine pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. "You're a really hateful person, you know that? I thought we could all be mature about this, but clearly you're the one who hasn't changed. You're still the same petulant child you always were. Does this make you happy, Kurt? Bringing everybody else down? Does it?"
Kurt laughed. "Oh, I've changed. You're just mad because I changed too much and outgrew you and all of your infantile musings. I've had just about enough of your stupidity, that goes for both of you, in fact."
He turned to the bartender. "Tequila, please.
"So I think I'm going to leave you both to suffer with each other. Try not to dwell on the fact that you're both together because neither of you could successfully attain and hold onto the greatest thing that ever walked into your sorry little lives. Gorilla costumes and encouraging mantras are not quite the way to go in trying to woo Kurt Hummel. So thank you, Blaine, for proving to me that I was right all along. You truly are the dumbest person I've ever met. And you, Karofsky, well I really have nothing to say to you, I just want to forget that you exist completely. You both disgust me."
He turned to the bartender and knocked back his tequila shot.
"They'll pay for my drinks."
Kurt waggled his fingers to wave goodbye and strutted from the bar, satisfied with his inevitable verbal retribution to his high school ghosts, the fact that he was well and truly done with Blaine Anderson, and the fact that every single guy in Scandals was ogling his stellar ass as he left the bar.
Blaine and Karofsky could suck it.
Ew. Visuals.
Kurt shrugged as he pulled an imaginary piece of lint from his patterned jacket.
Maybe being back in Lima wasn't so bad after all. Sam was still here, after all. He would have amends to make in that department, but he rather thought there was enough lingering feeling to make that work without truly damaging anything.
Lima truly was the place where dreams came to die, but he would be damned if it wasn't entertaining.
