Although the party had started at 8, Blaine recently had made it a rule for himself (of course not inspired by Kurt…of course not) to show up fashionably late to big events such as this. The dramatic entrance gave you an aura of interest for the rest of the evening. When Blaine pulled up to his friend's house at 8:30, the party was in full swing. Stepping out of his car and walking towards the front porch, Blaine could already hear very poorly done, drunken renditions of Journey blaring from Wes's karaoke machine and the cackles of the already tipsy girls from the neighboring schools. At the front door, Blaine motioned to ring the doorbell but the door swung open before he could. Wes stood in the doorway looking like a puppy, his eyes wide and a ridiculous grin smeared on his face. His girlfriend, Natalie, hung onto his waist and Blaine didn't doubt it was to keep her from toppling over. The girl was giggling manically and hiccupping every few seconds.
"HEEEEY buddy!" Wes bellowed, dragging Blaine into the house by the front of his shirt. Blaine had opted for something subtle but appealing for the event. He chose a dark maroon button down that cuffed at this elbows (he'd intentionally left the top few buttons undone) and fitted jeans. He'd been trying to come up with any way to hold Kurt's attention for even a second, long enough for him to spit out the apology he'd been working on all day.
"Hey Wes," Blaine said smiling, but his eyes already searched the mass of bodies huddled and thumping in rhythm on the makeshift dance-floor. "Um, you haven't seen Kurt yet, have you?"
Wes raised his eyebrows knowingly, a gesture Blaine ignored. Finally, the smirk on his friend's face faded a little as he said "Nah, I haven't seen him around yet. But that doesn't mean anything; people have been coming in and out for a while now."
Blaine nodded, trying to act non-chalet. He clapped Wes on the back before moving towards the crowd of people, hoping to catch a glimpse of Kurt somewhere. After a few moments of searching and weaving through the sweaty mass, he collided with his friend David.
"Hey Anderson!" David said, punching Blaine in the arm. Blaine smiled and repeated his inquiry of Kurt to his friend. David looked about to respond with a no when he, who was facing the karaoke machine at the front of the dance-floor, froze, his eyes wide and muttered "Um…found him…"
Blaine whipped around as the crowd parted, cheering and applauding, and his jaw dropped. Kurt sauntered up to the microphone, accompanied by cat-calls and whistles by guys and girls throughout the room. Blaine realized how pathetic his attempt at an impressive outfit was compared to Kurt as his eyes traveled up and down the ensemble. Kurt wore black skin-tight jeans, ripped strategically to show off various pieces of the boy's pale, perfect skin. He wore a sparkly gold sleeveless t-shirt, tucked into the jeans and a fat white belt looped through the jeans. Blaine stared, mystified. He'd never noticed Kurt's softly defined arm muscles, or his perfectly flat stomach before. Blaine's affirmation that the boy was beautiful was doubled, if that was possible, before Blaine caught his mind running off again and quickly stopped himself, trying to forget the thought of that stomach pressed against his…
Blaine was pulled out of his trance and he stared intently as the music started and Kurt began to move. He seemed different to Blaine somehow…he exuded a confidence that wasn't purely a belief in himself but as though he wanted everyone to SEE he was confident and bold. It wasn't what Blaine was used to from the usually shy but snappy boy. The karaoke rendition of Avril Lavigne's 'What the Hell' blared through the speakers and Kurt opened his mouth, unleashing his flawless voice unto the screaming crowd.
Kurt glided across the little stage, flirting mercilessly with the crowd and specific members as well (some of the cutest, tallest boys in school), Blaine noticed with a hint of bitterness in his inner monologue. Kurt managed to rock the song, jumping in time with the right parts and whipping his hair in just the right moments, yet he remained graceful and, to Blaine's dismay, sexy. Kurt kept moving to the edge of the stage, reaching into the audience to caress a random Dalton boy or kiss an outstretched hand. Finally, Kurt reached into the crowd and grabbed the hand of a blonde boy, taller and more muscular than him. He pulled the boy onstage who Blaine quickly recognized as Liam, a boy from their French class whom had made no attempts to hide his dreamy gazes at Kurt when the small boy recited French verse.
Liam looked absolutely thrilled to be dancing onstage with Kurt. Kurt began to dance around and on Liam. He rocked their hips together, and grinded like Blaine had never thought possible of the usually composed boy. Blaine glared dangerously, frustrated with Kurt's shameless seduction of the other boy and furious at how much Liam seemed to enjoy it. As Kurt belted the last few notes and the song came to a close, the audience screamed, frenzied, as Liam grabbed Kurt's hand and dragged him offstage, towards the back corner of the room where the refreshments were. Blaine followed, slightly dizzy but otherwise composed. He hid behind a couple close to the corner who were too enthralled with each other's tongues to notice Blaine standing a few inches from them, staring over their head.
Liam scampered to the back corner, Kurt in tow, and behind them a large group of guys followed, each staring hungrily at Kurt. A small circle formed, creating a type of barrier around him and soon the group was loud and crazy. They seemed to laugh at everything Kurt uttered and more than once a pair of boys would shove each other, fighting for the better view. Blaine could not make Kurt out of the small crowd at all anymore and he sighed in defeat.' So much for cornering Kurt and getting an apology out' Blaine thought jealously.
Just as Blaine was about to give up and move along, another laugh erupted from the crowd, but this one seemed to be in response to something exciting and unexpected, not the normal chuckle produced when Kurt made a snappy joke. Blaine couldn't stand this. He had to know what was going on. He pushed his way into the crowd and pushed boys aside, forcing his way to the front of the group. Once he made his way to a break in the jumble of boys, his jaw dropped again.
Kurt stood, backed into the corner, his hands pressed against the wall, and Liam stood in front of him, holding the pale boy's face in his hands. Their lips were connected...
Blaine watched Liam slobbering stupidly all over Kurt's perfect, pink mouth. Something in his stomach seemed to disintegrate and he felt a literal ache in his chest. He breathed in sharply as he watched Liam aggressively move his mouth over Kurt's. Then came the anger. His whole body seemed to warm at the core until he felt all of him was burning and his hands tensed, desperately wanting to reach out and hit the closest object.
But no. That would only make it worse. He knew that if Kurt saw him acting like this, it would ruin everything he'd been working for. But he couldn't watch this anymore. His hands were still clenched into fists and his heart was cracking and he knew he needed to get away from the scene. He tore his eyes away from the couple but as he turned to go, he heard Kurt's little voice as he pulled out of the kiss.
"Liam, stop, stop." He laughed nervously, his voice faltering slightly.
Liam laughed in return, not listening to Kurt, and forced his mouth back onto Kurt's. Blaine turned back, confused.
Kurt physically tried to push Liam off now, but the older boy was much bigger and Kurt's small shove didn't seem to phase him.
"Liam, get off!" he whimpered, trying to squeeze out of the corner he was backed into.
Liam laughed again and looked Kurt intently in the eyes.
"Be quiet." He chuckled darkly and grabbed Kurt again, shoving him against the wall and crushing himself against the small boy, their chests pressed together and Liam rocked his hips into Kurt's. The drunken boys in the watching group laughed obnoxiously, none trying to help.
Kurt squirmed and tried to pull away, gasping, but Liam was now holding Kurt with all his strength and the defenseless boy couldn't budge. Kurt moaned, struggling, not in ecstasy but desperation, that of which no one seemed to notice or care about.
Blaine watched this, his mouth agape, and at Liam's last words and Kurt's ignored attempts to escape and pleas for help, the anger was re-awakened in him. He started forward and grabbed Liam's shoulder, gripping tightly and pulling with all his might, ripping the large boy out of the kiss. Liam looked around at Blaine, first confused and then annoyed.
"He said stop." Blaine glared dangerously at Liam, his anger making his head throb. He noticed out of his peripheral vision that Kurt had finally noticed him. The little boy gasped at the scene in front of him, his wide eyes locked on Blaine.
Liam observed Blaine for a moment. Finally, he laughed again and pushed Blaine backwards. "Shut up, man." He muttered, sliding his mouth back on Kurt, who tried to back farther into the corner in a useless attempt at escape. Blaine stared as Liam moved his mouth over Kurt's, his tongue sliding along Kurt's lips and in his mouth, his hand running up Kurt's thighs and under his shirt, Kurt whimpering all the while. Finally, without thinking, Blaine stormed back to Liam and violently grabbed the large boy by both his shoulders, yanking him off Kurt and throwing him backwards. Liam stumbled back and looked up. Blaine turned on him, putting Kurt, still pressed up against the wall, behind him, hidden behind his large shoulders. He stared threateningly at the big blond giant, as if daring him to come back at him.
Now Liam looked not just annoyed but genuinely pissed off.
"What the fuck man?" he shouted. The slow song that had been playing was nearing the end, fading, quiet enough so that everyone on the dance floor heard Liam's shout and turned to stare.
"He said to get off. He tells you to back off, you do it. Got it?" Blaine continued to glare, his eyes positively aflame with hatred.
"I'll do what the hell I want with him!" Liam shouted.
"Wanna bet?" Blaine retorted, his voice shaking with fury. He felt the loathing seeping from Liam in that moment and everyone fell silent, intent on the tense scene. Blaine paid no attention to the others, aware only of Kurt, trembling behind him, and keeping him far away from the angry boy breathing heavily in front of him.
In a split second, a vicious shout had erupted from Liam and he moved toward Blaine. In a flash, his fist connected with Blaine's cheek. A few of the girls shrieked and Kurt cried out "Blaine!" behind him, fear obvious in his shaky voice.
Blaine straightened up, in time for Liam to swing again, but this time was ready and punched Liam square in the jaw, throwing him off balance before his fist could make contact again. Liam stumbled and moved towards Blaine again, but Nick and Malcolm, two other Warblers, came up behind him fast and grabbed his arms, holding him back. He struggled for a moment but when they didn't release him, he finally stopped and turned to stare at Blaine. He glared and shook the other boys off.
"Fuck you, asshole," he spat and stormed off in the opposite direction. Everyone watched him go before turning back to Blaine who stared angrily in the direction Liam had just retreated in.
As his breathing slowed and his anger retreated, Blaine became more aware of his surroundings and heard Kurt breathing shakily behind him. He turned at looked his shoulder at the smaller boy. Their eyes met and Kurt inhaled sharply. Blaine took him in, beautiful even while petrified and all his repressed feelings poured into him at once, grabbing his heart and wringing it violently. He was very aware of the pain etched in his own face as he studied his old friend and love, but for once, didn't care. Finally he looked away, feeling the twitch of tears threatening and marched out of the room towards the front door, the crowd clearing a path for him without saying a word.
As he moved away, he heard Kurt weakly call out "Blaine…Blaine, wait!"
But he kept moving, knowing he couldn't talk to Kurt in the state he was in and especially with all those people staring.
Blaine yanked the front door open, feeling all the eyes boring into his back, and slammed the door behind him without a glance back.