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Lyrics are in italics, songs are:

'Together'-Avril Lavigne

'Cruel to be kind'-Letters to Cleo

'Right kind of wrong'-Leann Rimes

'Cooler than me'-Mike Posner

Chapter 13-Cruel To Be Kind

Friday night, that little thing called sleep seemed to evade Kurt. He tossed and turned all night but he just couldn't fall into a peaceful dream. When he checked the time and found that it was just gone five am, he decided to give up on sleep altogether.

He prepared himself a bath, adding a mixture of bubbles, and tried to rehearse some form of 'break-up' speech for Sam. However, never having had to break-up with somebody before, Kurt wasn't having much luck. All he could think of was all the over-used clichés that were used in T.V and film scripts.

Deciding to just improvise when he met up with Sam later that day, Kurt stripped off and lowered himself into the bath. A blissful moan escaped him as the warm water and bubbles covered his naked skin.

Ordinarily, he preferred showers as he thought they were cleaner. But there was something truly relaxing about sinking into a tub of hot bubble-filled water, even if he was simply sitting in his own filth for a good half hour.

After bathing, he towelled himself dry then wrapped himself up in his fluffy dressing-gown. Heading back into the main part of his bedroom, he flicked on the T.V and absentmindedly watched some talk-show with the volume turned down low so the noise wouldn't travel up and wake his dad.

He searched through the channels for an hour or so, pausing occasionally to watch something that caught his interest, before turning the T.V off and sorting out his hair.

Satisfied that his hair was perfect, he opened his wardrobe and mused over what he should wear. He wanted to look good of course, every occasion was an opportunity for fashion after all, but he had to take great care with his outfit selection today.

He needed to find something that said 'I'm-dumping-your-ass-because-I'm-secretly-in-love-with-my-best-friend-please-don't-make-a-big-deal-out-of-it'. After a great deal of consideration, he finally found something appropriate.

He got dressed, re-combed his hair, and then selected himself a scarf to complete his look.

Nodding to his reflection in approval, Kurt headed upstairs to the kitchen and began working on a cooked breakfast for himself and his dad.

No doubt woken by the tantalising smells of bacon and eggs, Burt came bustling into the dining area just as Kurt was serving the food up.

"Morning." Burt greeted after letting out a large yawn. "Smells great, kid."

Kurt smiled at his dad and handed him a cup of coffee along with his breakfast before sitting opposite him at the table. They ate in silence for a while before Burt casually asked if Kurt would be seeing Sam that day.

"Yes, he and I are meeting up at the cinema this afternoon." Kurt answered as he dipped the end of his sausage into his egg yolk.

"What film are you seeing?" Burt asked with polite interest.

"I don't think we'll actually make it to the movie." Kurt admitted. "I'm planning to break up with him."

Unless Kurt was mistaken, a smile crossed his dad's features before he took a swig of his coffee.

"That's too bad." Burt said as he set his mug down. "He seemed like such a nice kid. He er… he didn't hurt you at all did he?"

"No, it's nothing like that." Kurt assured him. "I just… I mean he isn't… I don't… Sam's not…"

"He's not Puck." Burt finished the sentence for him and Kurt's eyes widened in shock. "Don't look so surprised, I see the way you look at him. Does he know?"

"Noah?" Kurt asked aghast. "Of course he doesn't know. If he knew how I really felt about him he'd… I don't know. But I'm sure I don't want to find out. He's my best friend, my straight best friend, I know nothing can happen. I don't want to jeopardise the friendship we have. He means so much to me, I can't lose him."

"Fair enough." Burt relented with a nod of his head. "That's your decision to make. But you know I'm always here for you right? If you need to talk or rant or cry. Whatever, you come to me."

"I will dad." Kurt replied before getting out of his seat and moving round the table to tightly hug his dad and plant a kiss on his cheek.

At long last, 1 o'clock came around, and Kurt couldn't decide if he was relieved or only more anxious. Despite flipping through all his magazines with the hopes of coming across something helpful on the advice pages, Kurt still had no idea what he was going to say to Sam.

As he parked his car and made his way to their designated meeting bench, he spotted Sam already seated there waiting for him. The blonde boy stood up as he saw Kurt approaching and waved to him. Kurt waved back half-heartedly, as he had a mental battle with himself whether or not he should dump Sam in a nice way or just be a bitch and make it fast.

When Sam threw his arms around him and leaned in for a kiss, Kurt turned his head to the side and decided he should at least try to break up with him in as nice a way as possible.

Before Kurt could get a word in edgeways, Sam started talking excitedly about a camping trip of some kind. Kurt shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He answered Sam's camping invite with a factual statement of him not being the outdoor type.

The disappoint was clear on Sam's face but he nodded in understanding. It was clear just from Kurt's apparel that he'd rather have a sleepover with Rachel than spend a night out in the woods in a tent.

Sam then changed topic and asked Kurt what film he'd like to see. Casting a sideways glance to the cinema, Kurt informed his soon-to-be ex that he wasn't in the mood for seeing a movie and suggested they take a walk instead.

Sam easily agreed and draped his arm across Kurt's shoulders before leading him away from the crowd outside the cinema towards a more private area.

As Sam droned on about school and such, Kurt kept his eyes to the ground trying to think of something to say that wouldn't sound completely heartless.

Several minutes later, when the two came to a stop at a nearby park that was empty save for them and a few pigeons, Kurt decided he'd try and sing his feelings to Sam. After all, Mr. Schue was always lecturing them on how they should express themselves through song. True, the Spanish teacher probably didn't expect them to use lyrics as a means to dump somebody, but if it helped Kurt with the Sam situation then it would be worth it.

He gave Sam no warning that he was about to serenade him, he simply interrupted Sam's speech and burst into song.

"Something just isn't right I can feel it inside

The truth isn't far behind me, you can't deny

When I turn the lights out, when I close my eyes

Reality overcomes me, I'm living a lie

When I'm alone I feel so much better

And when I'm around you I don't feel

Together, it doesn't feel right at all

Together, together we've built a wall

Together holding hands we'll fall

Hands we'll fall…"

"Cool song." Sam commented with a smile when Kurt finished. "Are you singing it for Sectionals?"

Turning his face away, Kurt restrained himself from letting out a cry of frustration. Clearly, singing to Sam was too subtle a hint for the other teen to take. He'd have to say something and he'd have to speak soon before he lost his nerve.

"Sam, when people try to converse something of importance to you, something that could potentially wound your ego or hurt your feelings, do you prefer them to tell you in a cold and blunt way or a more sugar-coated manner?" Kurt asked.

"I don't know." Sam shrugged unhelpfully. "It depends what the person's going to say I guess."

"Hmm." Kurt replied as he tried to think of another approach. "Did I ever mention to you that I'm somewhat… how can I phrase this… romantically retarded?"

"You're not romantically retarded anymore." Sam told him with a big grin as he leaned in and rubbed his nose against Kurt's.

Some might find such a display of affection to be cute or sweet. Kurt was not one of those people. He just found it annoying and immediately rubbed his nose with his hand afterwards.

Sam had started talking about something else but Kurt wasn't paying any attention. He simply took a breath before blurting out his next words.

"Yeah, I think we should just be friends." Kurt kept his eyes straight ahead not wanting to see whatever emotions passed over the other boy's face.

"What was that?" Sam asked, shock reverberating in his tone. "You're breaking up with me?"

"Yes." Kurt answered trying to sound apologetic but firm at the same time.

"Are you kidding?" Sam questioned him and Kurt could feel his eyes burning into him.

"I assure you I would not joke about such a thing." Kurt replied.

"Please don't." Sam begged and Kurt felt embarrassment for the other teen's level of pathetic-ness. "Don't break up with me please, just give me another chance. I know we can make it work."

"Sam, don't beg." Kurt told him emotionlessly.

"What did I do wrong?" Sam asked feebly looking at Kurt as though he was one of the hunters to have shot Bambi's mummy.

"Nothing." Kurt sighed. "I just think we're better off as friends."

"I don't." Sam replied. "I think we're better as a couple."

"Well I disagree." Kurt said gently. "I'm sorry but this relationship just isn't working for me. I fully understand if you want to bail now, I won't hold it against you."

Sam made no movement and Kurt inwardly cringed. He felt highly uncomfortable right now but it would probably be rude of him to walk away.

"Please don't do this." Sam snivelled and Kurt realised his now ex-boyfriend was crying.

"I'm sorry." Kurt told him standing up and Sam stood with him, clutching desperately to his arm. "Please get your hand off my Armani shirt." Sam dropped his hand. "Thank you. I need to go ok, I'll see you around."

Before Kurt could move Sam wrapped his arms around him in a hug and cried into the crook of his neck. Somewhat awkwardly, Kurt patted the sobbing boy on the back before gently pushing him away. He offered Sam one last apologetic smile before turning on his heel and gliding away back towards the cinema car park.

He strapped himself into his Navigator then pulled out his cell phone. He sent a quick text to Noah telling him that he'd just broken up with Sam. A reply came through very quickly, almost as though Noah had been waiting for such a text and had been ready to respond. Noah had invited him back to his place so they could talk about it properly. Sliding his cell phone away, Kurt drove in the direction of his friend's house, singing along to his music.

"You gotta be cruel to be kind, in the right measure

Cruel to be kind, it's a very good sign…"

Making sure to keep his eyes on the road, Kurt skipped to the next song. Recognising it instantly as one he associated with Noah, he turned up the volume and sang along.

"I know all about,

Yeah about your reputation

And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation

But I can't help it if I'm helpless

Every time that I'm where you are

You walk in and my strength walks out the door

Say my name and I can't fight it anymore

Oh I know, I should go

But I need your touch just too damn much

Loving you, isn't really something I should do

I shouldn't wanna spend my time with you

Well I should try to be strong

But baby you're the right kind of wrong

Yeah, baby you're the right kind of wrong…"

Turning into Noah's driveway, he parked up and turned the music off. As always, he checked his hair in the mirror before gracefully stepping out of his vehicle and walking up to Noah's door. He'd barely raised his fist to knock when Noah pulled it open for him.

"You ok, babe?" Noah asked concernedly as he stepped back so Kurt could enter.

"Slightly riddled with guilt." Kurt admitted not bothering to reprimand the taller boy for calling him 'babe' again. "He was so devastated, Noah. He begged me for another chance and then… then he started crying."

"That's understandable." Noah shrugged after he let out a small snigger upon hearing of Sam's reaction. "I mean, you're a lot to lose, princess."

"I agree." Kurt nodded arrogantly. "I am incredibly awesome if I do say so myself."

"Well of course you are." Noah smirked as he led the way up to his room. "Only awesome people like you can hang with studs like me."

Kurt laughed lightly before making himself comfortable on Noah's bed. Noah joined him on the mattress, so close that his breath was tickling Kurt's ear. It was small interactions like this that inspired hope within Kurt and made him think perhaps Noah could return his feelings. But he forced those thoughts away. He shouldn't dare to dream such things; his fantasies would only be shattered along with his heart.

"How are you doing?" Kurt asked gently. "Are you coping with your most recent and hopefully permanent break-up with Leanne?"

"Trust me; it's fucking permanent this time." Noah answered him. "Stupid bitch."

"Yes, she was." Kurt agreed. "We all rather hated her, though I think I'm correct when I say I despised her the most."

"I'm just sorry I stayed with the hoe so long." Noah told him. "Fuck knows what I saw in her. She wasn't even that great a lay."

"I don't really need to know about that, Noah." Kurt replied feeling stung by the words. Even though he knew Noah and Leanne were over, it still hurt to think of them together, he definitely didn't need to hear details no matter how vague or vivid.

"Sorry." Noah said giving Kurt an odd look.

Suddenly worrying that his friend might have an epiphany if he stared at him too long, Kurt distracted him from his thoughts by asking him to play something on his guitar.

"Sure." Noah nodded as he jumped up and reached for his beloved instrument and draped it across himself. "Any requests?"

"Sing anything." Kurt answered.

Shrugging, Noah closed his eyes in thought for a few moments before strumming up a tune on his guitar. Kurt sat up straight to admire his friend as he played. He always loved to hear Noah sing.

"If I could write you a song to make you fall in love

I would already have you up under my arm

I used up all of my tricks, I hope that you like this

But you probably won't, you think you're cooler than me…"

He cast a devilish smirk to Kurt and the small soprano felt his stomach turn giddy. It felt like Noah was singing to him, really singing to him, but of course that had to be in Kurt's head. The only reason Noah was shooting him flirty looks like that was because he was the only audience member, and Noah never performed without making eyes at somebody. Song-flirting he called it. Santana did it too, though the Latina girl referred to it as song-sex.

"You got designer shades just to hide your face and…" Noah sang huskily.

Kurt found himself becoming steadily aroused and discreetly placed a pillow over his lap. He often wore designer shades, maybe Noah really was singing to him… no, that was ridiculous. Kurt shook the thought from his mind.

"You wear 'em around like you're cooler than me

And you never say 'hey' or remember my name

And it's probably 'cause you think you're cooler than me…"

Noah's playing was interrupted by his phone going off. Taking a look at the caller ID, Noah let out an annoyed groan.

"Leanne." He told Kurt. "She won't stop calling. Here…" He tossed his cell to Kurt. "You talk to her, tell the bitch to get it through her head that we're over. Tell her we're fucking or something, I don't know, just get rid of her."

Kurt frowned slightly but answered the call and took great delight in unleashing his bitchy diva-ness on Leanne.

To Be Continued

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