DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, nor am I associated with it or Ryan Murphy. I am just an out-of-college daydreamer who sometimes gets into these writing funks and ends up tossing out a story after letting the idea sit in my brain for a few days!
Confused
By: xSlythStratasfaction
Pairing: Kurt x Blaine , Rachel x Blaine
A/N: This takes place right after BIOTA and it's mostly about what happened between Kurt and Blaine during the entire Blaine-Rachel dating ordeal and what Kurt's feelings were like about the matter.
Days like this were the main reason Kurt hated having to drive the two hour trek to Dalton.
The boy had not fallen asleep until very late thanks to the previous night's series of events. Usually Kurt was in bed before ten (maybe even earlier than that considering how tired he was) and then he would rise from the grave around four in the morning to do an abbreviated form of his skin care routine before he had to be out of the house by 5 AM. However, the things that happened over the course of last night had the blue eyed boy lying in bed wide awake until quite a bit after midnight; it wasn't until after one that the teen had finally fallen asleep. So, when his alarm clock went off at 4 AM, Kurt found himself struggling to roll out of bed.
Today was going to be a very zombie-fied day.
Yawning, Kurt reached one hand off of the steering wheel and changed the radio station to something more alive. His eyes burned with exhaustion and he blinked a few times before yawning once more.
Why in the world did he even bother going to school today?
Westerville, Ohio was a good two hours away from Lima and because Kurt didn't board at Dalton – he just couldn't afford to, not after the steep tuition his dad and Carole were paying for him to go there – he had to drive the long drive to and from the school each day. Luckily, the Warblers (who sometimes liked to have impromptu practices on the weekends) were understanding of his situation and would allow him to miss practice on the weekends if it wasn't an emergency or a very much needed rehearsal. Other than the glee club, Kurt didn't have anything else to worry about when it came to leaving Dalton in order to go home. He hardly had any group projects, so he didn't have to stay after school for any of that. The only real times he stayed behind at Dalton were… because of Blaine.
But those meetings wouldn't be happening anytime soon. Not in the near future, that is.
Groaning at the thought of the hazel eyed boy, Kurt turned the radio up louder, allowing the sounds of Lady Gaga blast in the car. He slowly began to sing along, waking up his vocal cords as he drove down the interstate towards Westerville. The faster he got to the school, the quicker he could get a cup of coffee and maybe some breakfast.
To be honest, the boy was starving. He had barely eaten the night before, nor had he really had a full meal since the beginning of the week. At the moment, his stomach was protesting against him not eating before he left Lima, but he really didn't have the time (or energy for that matter) to head downstairs and fix himself a meal. He thought about making a pot of coffee, but decided against it when he realized that brewing a pot would probably wake his parents up hours before they normally needed to be awake and he didn't want to ruin their sleep. So, he decided to just pick up a cup of joe at the local coffee shop in Westerville. He'd get breakfast at the school.
Feeling his eyes grow heavy, Kurt quickly reached over and turned up the A/C, letting the ice cold air smack him in the face like a slushie facial. That was one thing that he oddly missed about McKinley… while he despised having his clothes ruined, at least the slushie facials woke him up in the morning. He totally could've used one of those right now.
A pathetic chuckle lapsed out of his mouth when he realized the horror that was his ridiculous feelings towards the absence of an early morning slush attack.
"I must be tired."
Another hour and half later, plus a quick stop to the Westerville Whip coffee house, Kurt pulled up in front of Dalton Academy.
He parked his Navigator as close to the school as possible and dragged himself into the school, finding salvation when he finally hit the cafeteria.
Grabbing up a healthy breakfast of a fresh cut fruit salad parfait with granola, the teen shuffled into the dining hall, his eyes scouting out an empty table. Unfortunately, the first thing his sleepy eyes caught was the gaze of a certain hazel eyed tenor. He frowned.
"Hey Kurt!"
Wes was waving at him to come and sit down at their usual table; Blaine, David, and a few of the other Warblers were watching him and from across the hall, Kurt could see some of the other Warblers staring at him as well. Obviously they were curious to see how he was holding up, considering the massive meltdown he had during practice just the day before.
He instantly grew hot with embarrassment over the memory of his dramatic exit from the school yesterday. Oh if only he could crawl into a hole and die…
"Earth to Kurt Hummel?"
Wes was still waving at him, so Kurt sauntered up to the table, eyes locked only on the Asian boy. He was not about to look anywhere near Blaine; he knew that if he locked eyes with the soloist again, he was done for. The other guy would probably try to talk to him about the massive amount of text messages he sent or something bogus like that and Kurt really wasn't feeling up to having a huge conversation at the time.
"Morning Wes," he mumbled as he stared sleepily at the senior. Wes sheepishly smiled in return and stared up at Kurt's face.
"Oh my God, man… you look… uhh…"
"Like I've been hit by a semi-truck?" Kurt deadpanned, his eyes blinking back the sleep that threatened to take over. "I know. I had a rough night."
"Obviously," someone from the table added; Kurt didn't know who, but he wasn't about to look because he could feel Blaine's eyes boring holes into his skin. It was uncomfortable to say the least.
The Asian councilman shrugged a shoulder outwards as he gestured towards the table, "Are you going to eat with us this morning, Kurt?"
Instantly, the countertenor tensed up. He didn't want to sit anywhere near Blaine today, not right now. He opened up his mouth to protest, but found that nothing came out. It wasn't until he felt someone step up behind him that the tables turned.
"Morning Hummel."
Blue eyes shot to the right as Kurt glanced over to see who was greeting him. Immediately he was met with a genuine pearly white smile; he let his eyes gaze upwards a bit and smiled when he saw a pair of gorgeous emerald orbs staring down at him. He knew those kind eyes: it was Luka, one of the few sophomore Warblers. The taller teen was staring down at him with a Cheshire grin.
"I was wondering if you'd like to join me for breakfast today, if that's alright."
Kurt stared at Luka and noticed how calm the boy seemed. A blush erupted on his cheeks as he nodded slowly, accepting Luka's offer. Anything to get away from Blaine.
"Umm, sure." He whispered.
"Great!" Luka grinned and then started forward. "I usually sit back here with Jeff and the other guys. You are more than welcome to come along!"
Kurt turned towards his Warbler leader and offered an apologetic smile, to which Wes accepted with a smile of his own. "Tell the other guys I said hello," the Asian stated as he watched the slender teen follow slowly behind Luka.
His plan was working!
He knew the plan was in effect based on the audible growl of anger he heard erupt from behind his shoulder. Sounds like precious Blainey-boo is jealous!
Somewhere in the McKinley High parking lot, an angry teenage girl was leaning up against her car.
Mercedes Jones had been standing outside for the last ten minutes, her arms crossed over her chest as she watched car after car pull into the parking spots around her. Any moment now, the objects of her attentions would pull up and Mercedes could finally open up the can of whoop ass that she had been saving for a special occasion… a special occasion such as this one.
When she had gotten a text from Finn last night, she wasn't expecting to read what she thought she read. However, after texting back and forth with the lanky footballer, it was obvious that what he said was true and that Mercedes had to do what she had to do.
She had to avenge her boy.
Biting her lip, she found her eyes locking onto a cute little red Beetle bug car: Rachel Berry's. Cracking her knuckles, Mercedes advanced as she watched Rachel pull her tiny car into a parking space between Mike Chang's sports car and Quinn's baby blue Jetta.
"Oh, good morning, Mercedes!" The soprano called as she practically bounced out of her car. "How are you?"
"OH HELL TO THE NO, RACHEL BERRY! YOU DID NOT-"
Rachel stood back, her brows furrowing as she watched the angry girl storm up to her. As much as she wanted to turn on her heel and run, the lead singer stood her ground and propped herself up on her tippy toes to become more intimidating.
Her stance did not bother Mercedes one bit; the other girl marched right up to Rachel's face and stabbed a finger into the smaller girl's chest.
"How could you hurt my boy like that?"
The lighter skinned girl stepped back, rocking on her heels as she started at her friend with a confused look on her face. "What? What do you mean?"
"You know what the hell I mean, Rachel Berry! Why are you macking on my boy's man?"
Once again, a bewildered look spread across the shorter girl's features as she stared into Mercedes' dark eyes. "What are you talking about?"
Her questions were starting to rag on the African American girl's nerves; grumbling under her breath, Mercedes wiggled her fingers and stared down at her friend once again, as if she were daring the girl to ask another stupid question.
Rachel's eyes widened as she finally realized what the other girl was going on about. A faint smile popped up on her face as she quickly gained a dreamy look in her eyes, "You're talking about Kurt and Blaine, aren't you?"
"No shit, Sherlock." Mercedes growled as she leaned up against Rachel's car. "Why are you doing this to Kurt? You know how he feels about prep school boy!"
"His name isn't 'prep school boy', it's Blaine Warbler." Rachel muttered quietly as she locked eyes with her glee mate. "And yes, I know about Kurt's feelings for Blaine… but, as you obviously saw the other night at my house, Blaine and I have a chemistry that far outshines whatever feelings that Kurt may have for him."
"What in the hell are you rambling about?"
A huge grin forced itself on Rachel's cheeks as she bounced up and down on her toes, "Blaine Warbler took me out on a date a couple of nights ago and it was magical. I could feel the magnetic forces between us pulling us together! It's like we were meant to be. I mean, he's a lead singer and so am I. We both have amazing talent and good looks, so our children will be stars. AND his face tastes awesome!"
Mercedes stepped back, fighting to restrain herself from wrapping her fingers around Miss Berry's thin neck and choking the life out of her. All this talk about Blaine was pissing her off. She couldn't bear to hear it anymore; Kurt didn't deserve this, not after all the shit that had happened just months before. As memories of her broken boo flooded her mind, Mercedes felt something snap in the back of her mind.
She pushed herself forward, eyes flaming in rage. "How dare you, you selfish little brat! You went and stole the ONE thing from Kurt that he wanted more than anything. You've always done this; when Kurt wants something, you want it too! You've stolen solo after solo from him and now you've taken his man! How dare you! You disgust me!"
Rachel stumbled backwards as if she had been smacked in the face by a block of ice, "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," Mercedes yelled, earning odd stares from passersby. "You were there when Kurt came to us about Blaine and the Gap incident. You were so busy fawning over Finn to even help Kurt out then and now look at you! You are so selfish! I cannot believe you!"
The Jewish girl's eyes narrowed as she stood back up on her tippy toes once again. "You should be happy for Kurt and for me! I'm helping Kurt out here! If Blaine Warbler actually ends up being straight or bi, then I will have helped Kurt out immensely! How would you feel if the guy you liked and possibly even dated in the future later broke up with you because he found out he liked girls or something? Hmm?"
Mercedes frowned; she had never really thought of it that way. However, the more and more she thought about Blaine and the things she had seen him do over the few times they had actually hung out together, something clicked in her brain.
"Have you ever really been around prep school boy for more than an hour? That kid screams gay! He loves a lot of the stuff that Kurt does, even though he likes football and stuff. But Kurt is the same way; he has different likes and dislikes! Blaine has to be gay!"
The lead singer laughed and rolled her eyes, "I think he must've been confused because he has to be straight. That kiss we shared was amazing. I felt fireworks!"
"He was drunk, Rachel." Mercedes growled her words out in anger as she glared down at the smaller girl.
"I already bet Kurt that I can see if Blaine is truly straight or not. I'm going to go to the Lima Bean with him sometime tomorrow and I'm going to kiss that Warbler with everything I have and you know what? He's gonna be straight and he's gonna be my boyfriend and you and Kurt will end up eating your words! I promise it!"
Then the tiny girl turned on her heel, as if she were ending the argument. Mercedes reached out to grab her and possibly throttle her, but the soprano dodged her arms and rushed across the parking lot.
"Just you wait, Mercedes! I'm telling you, he's straight and we're gonna be together!" The girl rushed through the parking lot as the tardy bell began to chime outside. "And when we're together, both you and Kurt can have a huge slice of humble pie!"
I'm gonna slice and dice that bitch, Mercedes thought as she watched the brunette slink into the school. With a groan, the diva whipped out her cell phone and started across the parking lot.
She hoped with everything in her soul that Rachel freaking selfish priss Berry got her just desserts when she kissed Blaine again.
"So, what did Luka want?"
Kurt shrugged out of the weird bro hug that he was getting from David as he walked past their table. Breakfast was ending and the first classes of the day were starting, so Kurt was heading towards the trash bins to toss away his partially eaten parfait and empty coffee cup. As he was walking past his usual table, he was suddenly stopped by a brow wagging David and a grinning Wes.
They were wondering what Luka had wanted when he asked Kurt to join him for breakfast.
Honestly, Kurt was afraid to tell them. Actually, he wasn't afraid to tell them, he was afraid to tell them in front of the person who was currently staring at him with an intense glare: Blaine.
The more and more he thought about it, the more the chestnut haired boy thought of how he didn't care if Blaine knew what Luka had asked. Blaine didn't deserve to get upset over the fact that another boy was interested in him. Blaine wasn't gay; he was bisexual, maybe even straight. He said so himself during their fight at the Lima Bean just days before. Plus, the tenor had also compared him to freaking Dave Karofsky… and if that didn't knock the other teen down a couple of notches in Kurt's eyes, then he didn't know what would do it.
With a dreamy smile on his lips, Kurt breathed out – probably more dramatic than he really meant to – to the other guys, "Luka asked me out for coffee this evening."
A gulp came from behind Wes, obviously Blaine, and the rest of the table of Warblers stared at their lead singer in horror. Meanwhile, David and Wes were trembling with amusement over the bristling aura coming from the boy seated behind them.
Wes spoke up first, "So, it's kind of like a date then?"
Kurt shrugged – honestly, he did not know if Luka liked him like that or not, but the boy was kind and handsome, so it had to mean something, right? "I have no idea… I guess so?"
"Well then congrats are in order, Hummel!" David clapped his hand on the smaller boy's shoulder and smiled. "You two would look so cute together."
Kurt blushed and in the background, Blaine turned red in anger.
"I don't know about that, David, but thank you." The countertenor let a sweet smirk take over his face before he turned back to head towards the trash bins. "I'll see you guys at lunch. Have a great day!"
The other Warblers offered their goodbyes, all except Blaine, who was sitting in his seat giving death glares to the salt and pepper shakers sitting in front of him.
"You alright, Anderson?" Trent asked from beside the boy.
A hand slammed down on the table, causing a loud thud as well as making the table quake under the force of the contact. Blaine stood up then, grabbing up his breakfast tray as he started to storm across the room after Kurt.
"I'm a-fucking-okay!"
As the lead soloist rushed after the blue eyed boy, Wes mentally high-fived himself. Everything was going to plan…
A/N: Argh, this chapter did not want to come out the way I wanted it to. Sorry if it bit the dust or anything; I kept going back and adding stuff or removing stuff and it still didn't work. Oh well. Anyways, thanks to all my reviewers from the last chapter. I guess whining a bit actually works, haha. No really, I do love me some reviews! They bring me great joy, so present me with more… please! I love you! Oh and I still want to punch BIOTA!Rachel Berry in the face... umm and I have no idea what kind of cars the Glee clubbers drive, so I improvised! However, if you have any inkling of what kind of cars they have, please tell me! I must know!