I hope you all don't hate me for this chapter… And you'll probably hate me even more for the next one…

Part 6: It's Brittany, Bitch Part 1

Over a week passed and Blaine was still crashing on Kurt's floor. Kurt was very particular about pretty much everything, and he didn't like it when Blaine misplaced his things or his clothes or when Blaine wanted to use Kurt's lotions or shampoos, and he absolutely hated when Blaine wanted to go somewhere he didn't. Blaine still hadn't managed to get his car back, but he was planning on it, but didn't want to drag Kurt into the situation when they were on thin ice.

It was Saturday and the boys had no responsibilities having finished all their homework the night before. Kurt was busy moisturizing his face while Blaine was still in bed. Blaine ended up sneaking into Kurt's bed for some late night snuggles, which Kurt could never resist, even when he was being colder than usual.

Blaine kicked off the blankets and rubbed his bare toned stomach lazily, watching Kurt, who was ever so beautiful. It looked like he had his coffee, too, because he was wide awake, while Blaine was half asleep.

"Kurt, I'm gonna try to get my car back today…I might be gone awhile," Blaine sat up slowly and stretched.

"Good, then I don't have to be your chauffer everywhere," Kurt said and then smiled at him to show he was joking.

Blaine wasn't so sure—Blaine tried not to ask for too much, just to go for coffee some days, and to the drug store when he had to buy his 15 dollar bottle of hair gel that left his hair hardened but not dandruff filled. Kurt huffed all the way during that ride, claiming he doesn't even need hair gel.

"I'm gonna ask Britt to come with…" Blaine concluded, knowing Kurt wouldn't been seen at his house after how badly his parents treated them.

"Ok, just yell at her if she tries to seduce you," Kurt started to laugh.

Blaine just rolled his eyes, "We're really just acquaintances, though I wanna be her friend, and she said she'd wanna help if she could. And I really need my car at least, and maybe even try to live with my parents if they'll have me…because what we did-" Blaine suddenly was up on his feet and he grabbed Kurt's hands from where he was sat the makeup table,

"-was beautiful and right; I'd want to do it again whenever. I know you're kind of mad at me for wanting to make things right with my family when you think they don't love me, but they do, they just have to get used to the idea of me loving and being with another man…I mean, they didn't really expect it, and just trying different things to see if I'd change. I mean, I had straight tendencies when I was little, I never played with dolls or wanted to be a princess, I even loved football and still do, —not every family can be like yours…" Blaine said and Kurt suddenly pulled his hand away from his.

"Just go, Blaine," Kurt had fire in his eyes, and it was not one of passion, but anger and annoyance.

Blaine sighed as he grabbed some clothes from the closet and slipped it on, not caring if it was his or Kurt's… he just wanted to get out of there fast.

As he left, his phone was to his ear, and he dialed Britt's number that he put into his phone after the black ink on his hand started washing away.

"Brittany, are you busy? I need help. Can you pick me up at Kurt's…we're gonna steal my car back…"

"Steal your own car? Ok, I'm in. I'll be there as soon as I can find Kurt's house… that may take me a few hours even though I live right around the block…" Brittany trailed off.

"Britt, honey, call me if you get lost. I'll be outside waiting for you," Blaine said before hanging up.

…

Blaine had been waiting outside for nearly two hours now. He would go inside to warm up every once in a while, texting her to make sure she was okay. Kurt wanted to roll his eyes at Blaine, but brought him out a paper cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows on the top instead.

"Is she really coming?" Kurt put his arm around Blaine and pulled him closer, while looking at the street.

"Yeah, she got a little lost," Blaine shrugged and leaned into Kurt, "Don't be mad at me," he murmured softly with a pout, "I love you and I want you to not look at me with angry eyes…it's not my fault I just want a family, one of my own. Yours is great, Kurt, but not like mine was.

We did everything when I was little, we went to Broadway shows every week, and dined in five star restaurants, every Christmas I'd get piles and piles of presents, and every school break, we'd go somewhere new until I stopped talking. We went to England, Italy, France, Mexico, Canada, Australia to just name the places outside the U.S. we visited. I speak fluent French, Spanish, and Italian just because I was exposed at such a young age…

I had an amazing life, and I'm grateful for my past, and I just can't help, but to think there must be something missing, like a puzzle piece needs to click in their minds to make them realize they loved me all along just like when I was young and innocent because I am the same person," Blaine sighed softly, willing himself not to cry in sheer nostalgia.

"I know, I'm sorry if I was a little peeved. I just don't understand," Kurt said softly as Brittany rolled by, honking and blasting Ke$ha.

"Hey sexy Blaine, get in the car," Brittany said with a big grin. She was wearing neon yellow sunglasses with the lines through them, blocking her vision. Both Blaine and Kurt wondered how she drove safely with them on.

Kurt let Blaine go as Blaine walked away from him with a wave and smiled at Britt as he climbed in the car.

…

"Your house is huge and creepy, Blaine," Brittany said looking up at the castle like features and shuttered, "Oh my God, what if there's ghosts? Blaine, I am suddenly terrified," Brittany grabbed a hold of Blaine's jacket and pulled him closer.

"There aren't, why does everyone think that?" Blaine wanted to laugh, but didn't as they climbed up the stairs and he used his house key to open the door.

"Because it's true," Brittany just said dumbly, looking around. Blaine shrugged Brittany off him gently before walking upstairs.

"So tell me what happened, I mean how did they know you and Kurt did the nasty?" Brittany asked.

"My parents are sadistic and set up cameras in my bedroom… I bet they're all around the house and they'll know I'm here," Blaine just said with a shrug.

"Oh, wow, that's so mean! I once wanted to make a sex tape with Santana. I'd be willing if, like, you wanted to?" Brittany asked as she followed him.

"Maybe if I break up with Kurt, you can be my beard," Blaine laughed, joking as he got more clothes out of the drawers.

"He's kind of being not nice either," Brittany shrugged, "I'll be very nice to you, and like when you fuck me, it doesn't hurt, it's just pleasure, Blaine," she looked at him seriously. She had heard briefly from a side conversation that Kurt was in major pain during and the day after.

"Really?" Blaine asked, "I-I just had a lot of bad experiences with sex, traumatizing ones, and then for Kurt to be in so much pain and then all of sudden be so peevish with me. It's like all the happiness has drained away."

"I-I'm sorry, Blaine," Brittany grabbed him suddenly and just hugged him. Blaine hugged her back, putting his face in her shoulder, starting to really like her.

"It's okay, come on, I got more clothes, now let's find my car keys and get it from the garage," Blaine pulled away from the hug, caressing her shoulder gently.

Blaine started walking in the hallways that were aligned with old fashioned portraits; some were paintings in medieval style frames.

"Blaine, I'm scared," Brittany said suddenly, "I think they're staring at me,"

"They're my ancestors tracing all the way back to the 18th century," Blaine chuckled, thinking she's so cute, "They're not alive, I promise."

"Please, Blaine," Brittany grabbed his hand suddenly and Blaine held it as they walked through the hallways until they got to his parents' bedroom, which was double the size of his with a master bath.

Blaine opened the door to his parents' room, and started searching the drawers. Brittany let go to help him search. She searched under the bed her butt up in the air.

"Ooh, sex toy stash," Brittany pulled out a box that had whips, fuzzy pink handcuffs and dildos and vibrators and some dirty magazines.

"WHAT?" Blaine asked and looked and started laughing, "Oh my God." He pulled out his phone and took pictures of it, to use for blackmail if he had to.

"Put that back, I need to find keys."

"Can I have the handcuffs? They're so soft" Brittany asked slowly and almost hesitantly, and as she rubbed the pink feathery fabric up against her face, Blaine couldn't help but let her keep them.

"Yeah, sure whatever, just don't use em' on me." Blaine said as he found his keys under some of his parents' clothes, "I got em!"

"Yayy, so I can follow you back to Kurt's right, I am so lost right now, I don't even know where I am, what town do you live in again?" Brittany asked dumbly as she put the handcuffs in her pants pocket.

"Westerville, and of course, sweetie," Blaine said, brushing his hand against the small of her back, guiding her out of his parent's bedroom.

"Blaine, I am still so afraid," she closed her eyes tightly as she walked, accidently falling into Blaine so that he got pushed up against the wall.

Britt opened her eyes and looked at him and smiled, "Sorry," she gently caressed his chest as Blaine's arm came around her as an idea hit him.

"W-will you be my girlfriend?"

Brittany stared at him and started nodding her head yes.

"Well, I mean, not now, like one day, if I break up with Kurt. You're so sweet, and really gorgeous, and funny, and kind, and compassionate. I know I'm with Kurt, but like I don't think I can handle him right now," Blaine said seriously.

"Yeah, of course, I'd be happy to be your girlfriend," Brittany said and smiled, "This means we finally get to make out yay!"

"Not quite yet, darling," Blaine said ever so dapperly as he leaned in and gently kissed her cheek and then blushed.

"And then we can have sex, Blaine, it won't be an affair of sadness like with Kurt, it's gonna be so much fun, and we'll make it romantic, too, if that's what you'd like."

"O-okay," Blaine said to his new beard, wondering if he'd really go that far, thinking that he kind of wanted Brittany since he met her, except he always pictured Kurt right beside them.

"But it has to be a secret until I talk with Kurt about it," Blaine put his finger up to Brittany's lips and she kissed it and then smiled wide.

Blaine smiled back, "You're quickly becoming my best friend," Blaine had his arm around Brittany as they headed down the stairs.

"I thought I was your girlfriend…" Brittany trailed off.

"You are my girlfriend," Blaine said, as he approached the ground level to see his parents sitting there, playing a game of cards. He could hear them so he emphasized the girlfriend part.

"Uh, hi, I'm just leaving," Blaine said awkwardly, pulling Brittany along, but Brittany pushed away, grabbing Blaine by his shirt to pull him back.

"Hi, Blaine's parents," she said not knowing Blaine's last name, "I'm Brittany, Blaine's girlfriend," Brittany walked over and shook both of their hands.

Blaine kept trying to grab her by the waist and guide her out the door.

"We're gonna go back to my place to have sex since we don't like being videotaped during it," Brittany said blankly, "Right, Blainey?"

Blaine blushed deep red and nodded.

"What happened to Kurt?" Fran asked, confused, not sure if she believed it.

"No, it's good he has a girlfriend, and for once is listening to the rules. Listen, if you want to move back the space is open, only if she is really your girlfriend…" Don said, nodding in approval.

"Fine, but if you think me and Brittany are listening to your rule about sex, think again, we will screw all over the place in my room, in your room, you name it, in this house, in the pool, the Jacuzzi, the shower," Blaine said angrily.

"Now, let's go babe, we gotta pick my stuff up at Kurt's!" Blaine exclaimed dramatically and grabbed Brit by her arm and pulled her out the door.

Brittany waved by with a smile, "Bye future mother-in-law and father-in-law, we promise to make a lot of grand babies, too, maybe one tonight. But like 10 total, that's my dream, anyway," Brittany said as she was dragged through the door.

Blaine started laughing hysterically, "Oh my God, Brittany, that was amazing, God," Blaine sobered up and pulled her into a tight hug and just squeezed her.

She hugged back and looked at him, "We don't have to fuck, I was just making that up," she said quietly.

"No, I know, thank you. But I wasn't lying when I said I think you're beautiful," Blaine said leaning in to kiss her slowly and chastely on her lips in thanks.

Brittany kissed back until Blaine pulled away within a few seconds.

Brittany smiled at him and touched her lips, "You're amazing, Blaine. I don't know why Kurt would ever be mad at you," she said as she started walking to her own car, but looked back at him, "You're still gonna let me follow you, like will you take me to my house? I'm gonna get lost, I know it," she said as if she was in intense pain and worry at the thought of driving around for hours like she did this morning.

"Of course. But remember, we're still just friends. Only around my parents are we girlfriend and boyfriend, I'm still with Kurt," Blaine said, hoping his new best friend would be able to get that this is just a game or a facade.

Brittany nodded as she got in her car and started it. She waited for Blaine, who got in his own car that was stored in a garage, and she followed him home.

…

As soon as Blaine got to Kurt's house after taking Brittany back to home, he announced the good news.

"I'm moving back home, I had a talk with them, and everything is okay. I just can't obviously do anything in my house, with you… But I'm gonna search my room for the camera and destroy it…"

"No, I don't want you to move back," Kurt sighed, grabbing Blaine and hugging him tight, "I'm getting used to you climbing in my bed at 2 am for hugs and kisses," Kurt said into Blaine's ear, holding him tight.

"I'll still stay over like every weekend. It's better that way because now we won't fight all the time," Blaine said as he started packing his clothes, stealing some of Kurt's along the way.

"I guess you're right."

Blaine packed his bag and left with a long good bye hug from Kurt. Kurt looked upset as Blaine walked out the door with his one bag over his shoulder. Blaine didn't look back, not sure about Kurt's hot and cold attitude—before he announced he was leaving, Kurt wanted to kick him out, and now that he was moving back with his parents, Kurt, all of a sudden, wants Blaine to stay. Blaine didn't get it.