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! I also am not affiliated with Ke$ha or her music. And I do not own Oreos, even though I love them so!
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.
"I would've thought better of her, to be honest."
Rachel stepped into the choir room and frowned when she noticed her fellow glee mates staring back at her with nasty, annoyed glares.
"Something on my face?" She questioned as she walked to her seat in the front row. Eyes narrowed in her general direction and she heard a few low hissing whispers coming from where Brittany and Santana were seated.
"What's going on between you and Blaine?" Finn asked. Rachel locked eyes with him and noticed the way his dark eyes were burning with some sort of emotion she just couldn't read. Was it anger? Jealousy perhaps?
Was he mad that she was now seeing Blaine? Hmm, interesting.
The tiny girl plastered a huge toothy smile on her face as she sat down in her seat and turned to face her ex-boyfriend, "For your information, Finn Hudson, I am seeing Blaine Warbler and he is amazing."
There was a scoff from the back of the room, but Rachel ignored it and batted her eyelashes at Finn.
"We had an amazing date the other night, thank you very much. We went to see Love Story at the Revival Theatre and we dressed up as the characters! It was so much fun and it was very romantic; we just sat there together, quoting things and laughing because we both knew the lines word for word."
"Yeah, 'cause that's not gay at all," Santana murmured from behind Rachel, earning a hard glare from the smaller girl.
Finn leaned back in his chair, eyeballing Rachel with curiosity. "Did Blaine kiss you goodnight?"
At that question, the soprano's face turned upside down as she frowned in reflection at the end of the previous night's events. "No, no he did not."
Once again, Santana mumbled something to Brittany, causing the two girls to chuckle softly under their breath. Rachel growled and jumped up, her petite form going telephone pole straight as she stood on her tip-toes.
"He didn't kiss me goodnight because he is a gentleman! He has manners, which is more than anything any of you have!" The tiny girl turned flush with pink as she glared up at her glee mates. The other people sitting in the room held amused looks on their faces.
"Honestly Rachel, I don't think that prep school kid is into chicks." Puck ran a hand over his Mohawk and watched as the Jewish girl blew her bangs out of her face in a huff.
"I cannot believe that you guys don't support my relationship with Blaine! He's an amazing person with an amazing soul! Plus, he can sing and… have you seen him? He is gorgeous! The amount of talent and handsome that man possesses is something that won't be wasted when the two of us get married, you know?" She bounced up and down on her toes as she spoke.
"I assure you that Blaine Warbler is straight. That kiss we shared at my party was outstanding! His lips are like sweet honey! I don't think I've tasted a face that tasted so awesome!" Rachel shot a glance to Finn and Puck, offering a 'no offense' before she went on. "Our relationship is legitimate and if you guys don't respect that, well then who cares!"
Finn stood up, walking forward towards the mini girl standing before him. He leaned down and placed two large hands on her shoulders, "Why are you doing this, Rachel? Why?"
"Doing what?"
"This thing with Blaine! Why are you doing this? You're hurting Kurt, you're making yourself look foolish, and-"
"So this is about Kurt then?" Rachel's eyes burned fiery with fury as she propped herself back up on her tip-toes to challenge Finn. "Listen here Finn Hudson: you said I was clingy, of which I am not! You pushed me aside and now you're mad because I've found someone else! I hardly think this is about Kurt! In fact, Kurt and I had a discussion just the other day about my relationship with Blaine and-"
"Are you doing this because of me?" Finn hissed lowly as he glowered down at his ex-girlfriend. The younger girl didn't bulk; instead she straightened up her back more and shot an even more intense glare back up at him.
"I already told you, Finn. You have no right to tell me who I can and cannot date. This is not about you; this is about me. It's not about Kurt either! We've talked about this and he is fine with my relationship with Blaine. Tomorrow, we're going to sort this all out and you'll all be sorry for doubting me… all of you and Kurt."
At the end of Rachel's speech, Mercedes sneered from her seat, "I hope you get yours, Berry. I so thought better of you. I was wrong!"
Once those words leaked from the curvy girl's mouth, all hell broke loose. Santana started to throw her own two cents in about the situation; Finn said something about Blaine being another Jesse St. James. Rachel went into a tizzy upon the mentioning of said St. James. Mercedes threatened to end Blaine and Rachel if Kurt got hurt anymore or if a certain lead Warbler ended up being the next JsJ; Santana chimed in that she would go all Lima Heights if anything happened else to New Directions based on Rachel's crappy relationships.
Everyone else just sat there, watching as the glee club blew up around them. Finally, Mr. Schue entered the room, his light eyes taking in the sight of his club flailing about around him.
"Guys! GUYS!" He yelled, stepping into the center of the room. The teacher pulled Rachel away from Santana, shooed Finn back into his seat, and glared Mercedes back to hers. The other glee members just sat there; Lauren smirking as she sipped on a cup of iced coffee.
"Way to go, Mr. Schue," she drawled, "this was just getting good."
Schuester did not agree. Instead, he glared at each and every one of his bickering students and leaned back against the grand piano; his eyes skimmed the room and he noted how tense everyone seemed.
"Would someone like to explain what in the world is going on?"
And that's how World War III started up again in the choir room at William McKinley High School.
"Goodness Rachel! Sounds like you had a very tiring day."
Blaine scolded himself on how unenthusiastic he sounded. He was truly trying to sound interested in Rachel's story, but he really had no idea what she was talking about… nor did he really care.
He had no clue who this Jesse St. James character was. He had heard Rachel mention him a few times over the last few hours, but not once did the girl tell him what sort of role this Jesse guy played in her life (probably an ex-boyfriend, based on the little info Blaine had) or what the guy had to do with New Directions.
Plus, he couldn't fathom for the life of him why the New Directions members thought of him to be another Jesse St. James. He had never done anything wrong to any of them… well, minus barging in on one of their parties and somehow hurting one of their former members.
They must've been mad at him for what happened between him and Kurt.
Too bad they didn't know that he was seriously trying hard to get the countertenor to talk to him. He had been trying for quite some time to get the light eyed boy to sit down and have a chat, but things never went his way. Blaine ended up getting the shaft and never got the chance to apologize to his friend.
His mind flashed back to the events of earlier that evening when Luka had interrupted him and Kurt talking. If Luka hadn't had shown up, would the two boys still be talking to one another at that very moment? Would they have apologized and spent the evening making up by watching Disney movies or romantic comedies together in Blaine's dorm room?
Well, now he would never know… because Kurt was out on a coffee date with Luka.
Out getting coffee with Luka.
On a date with Luka.
On a date.
With Luka.
Blaine stomped out his thoughts and focused back in on the phone conversation he was trying to have with Rachel. The chatterbox girl was going on about New Directions performing the following day for an alcohol awareness assembly. She mentioned something about having a couple of glasses of pink blush wine and said she wanted Blaine to come over one day so that they could enjoy some fine wine and maybe a movie.
She sounded drunk, that or a little bit tipsy.
"Rach?" Blaine whispered, "Are you drunk?"
"No!" The girl squealed, "Not drunk! Just having a little bit of wine while I have a talk with my boyfriend!" She giggled somewhat before she took another gulp of wine.
"I had a long, hard day, Blaine Warbler. If you only knew…"
"You're not the only one," Blaine sighed as he snuggled into his pillows. "Hey… Rach? Can I give you a call tomorrow? I've got quite a bit of stuff to do before I go to bed."
"Oh, mhmm." Rachel responded. "Just give me a call sometime tomorrow, okay babe?"
The term of endearment she used made a shiver run up Blaine's spine… and it wasn't a good kind of shudder either – was it? Shaking away his nerves, the boy finished up his conversation with his girlfriend and hung up the phone. He leaned back against the fluffy pillows that lay around him and sighed.
I wonder if Kurt is finished with his date yet…
Luka glanced over from his position in the driver's seat and found himself staring a little bit too long at the boy sitting next to him.
The two boys were sitting in Luka's sports car (a sweet sixteen gift from his father) at a stop light. Kurt was curled up in the passenger's seat, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared out of the window. Beside him, Luka's green eyes look up and down the smaller boy's body as the countertenor leaned against the window.
"Everything okay, Kurt? You seem a little tired."
"I just haven't had enough coffee to keep myself functioning properly today, that's all. Thank you for your concern, Luka."
The blonde dropped the convo after that; he continued to drive to the local coffee shop in Westerville: the Westerville Whip. It wasn't a grand coffee joint by any means, but it was someplace to get liquid energy, so the boys of Dalton flocked to it. A drive away, there was an even better place called the Lima Bean back in Lima, OH, but not many of the guys at Dalton liked coffee enough to go all the way to Lima just to get a drink. So, they came here: to the Whip.
Luka pulled his car into a spot near the doors and hopped out, letting Kurt out of the passenger side as well. The shorter teen offered him a slight smile as he stepped out.
"Thank you," he whispered, his blue eyes jetting towards the ground.
The sophomore smiled and walked a little bit behind his junior friend, his eyes all the while watching Kurt's stature as he slunk into the coffee shop. The two teens stepped in line behind a couple of older businesswomen.
Ahh, the perfect time to figure out Kurt's coffee order.
"So, Kurt? Can I guess your coffee order?" Luka asked, raising a brow hopefully at the older teen. Kurt nodded and the blonde continued, "Lemme guess… you like caramel frappes? Yeah?"
The face that the nymph like boy made only negated Luka's guess and he frowned, "Well, how about drip coffee? Do you like that?"
Drip coffee.
A medium drip.
Blaine's coffee order.
Blaine's favorite coffee.
Kurt crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at the floor. Next to him, Luka's face fell when he noticed the dejected look that spread across his glee mate's face.
"Oh… that's Blaine's coffee order, isn't it?"
"How did you-" Kurt started to question as he stared up into Luka's emerald eyes. The taller teen just gave him a look that said I could tell by the look on your face.
Neither boy spoke after that.
Rachel stumbled down the stairs of her home, glancing around the living room before she tip-toed into the kitchen and grabbed up her landline phone.
It was nearing dinner time and since the Berrys were not chefs, she decided to order out for something. She dialed up a local Chinese food restaurant and placed an order to delivery. It took her a few minutes to get her order cleared up – the woman on the phone said she couldn't understand her, which was preposterous considering that Rachel always spoke eloquently (of course, in this situation, she was also very tipsy and slurred her words terribly) – but finally Rachel's order was in and on its way shortly.
Grinning, the tiny girl spun herself around the room, allowing the warm alcohol in her system to spread through her veins like wildfire as she danced.
Images of her and Blaine kissing, singing together, and going out to the theatre filled her mind and she took another swig of her pink wine before she toddled downstairs to her dads' Oscar room. Tomorrow, she was going to meet up with Kurt at the Lima Bean and rock Blaine Warbler's world. However, she was going to need to face the wrath of New Directions before she would be able to lock lips with her Eurasian honey.
Thoughts roamed her brain as she tried to imagine ways to get the glee club to leave her be with her man. Tomorrow, they were going to perform a Ke$ha song for the student body and Ke$ha was notorious for her messy, drunken performances. The girl could pull off a performance looking like she just rolled out of hangover heaven, all the while still rocking out. With no doubt in her mind, Rachel was sure that the pop singer (rapper?) had a few drinks under her belt before she went out to perform…
So why couldn't the New Directions do that?
If they were a little bit tipsy enough to do the performance tomorrow, than they'd be distracted enough to ignore Rachel and her newfound relationship – thus, she could go enjoy a date with her man after school and not have to worry about her friends trying to slaughter her or ruin her date!
Smirking viciously, the soprano dug through her dads' unlocked liquor cabinet, grabbing up every single bottle of liquor she could find. Each bottle only held a tiny amount of alcohol – a testament to how much the New Directions and Blaine had drank at the party – but it was enough to fill up an empty plastic container Rachel had found under the bar.
With sloppy expertise, Rachel poured the contents of each and every leftover beverage into the plastic container, watching as the liquids sloshed together to make a purplish brown concoction. As soon as she emptied every single flask she could find, Rachel then grabbed up the jug and shook it wildly. Once she felt satisfied with her mixing job, she lugged the heavy container upstairs with her, throwing it down on a nearby stand. A strange crunch was heard as the large, alcoholic concoction slammed down on the counter and Rachel jumped backwards in fear.
Underneath the jug filled with whiskey lay a discarded package of opened Oreos, smashed into billions of little pieces. The tiny bits of chocolate and cream filling lay scattered across the counter.
Just the sight of the black and white cookie goodness strewn about her kitchen made Rachel's heart thump erratically in her chest. Memories of Lauren Zizes feeding vodka dipped Oreos to a drunken Mike Chang flooded her thoughts and Rachel grinned from ear to ear.
Oreos are lovely with alcohol!
She quickly grabbed up a handful of the crushed cookies and opened up the jug, sprinkling the bits of chocolate and cream into the mix. Capping the jug, she shook it like a cocktail and then placed the new and improved beverage back on her counter.
I wonder if there's anything else that could go in here.
The tiny girl took another sip of her wine and smirked as she remembered listening to a girl in the hallway telling another person that she drank cough syrup in lieu of wine or alcohol when she needed a buzz. It was like a little light bulb flickered in her head; she could use cough syrup for her concoction as well!
Grabbing up her cell phone, Rachel raced upstairs towards her fathers' medicine cabinet. They had a ready supply of cough syrup on hand just in case Rachel ever got sick (because heaven forbid she'd ever lose her voice again). As she sifted through the medicine cabinet with one hand, her other hand drunkenly toyed with her cellphone. She hit the first contact that came up and smiled into the phone when a soft hello came through.
"Blaine Warbler, my love!"
Blaine's voice was hushed, as if he had been resting, "Rachel? Didn't we just get off of the phone not too long ago? I-"
"There's no time to talk," Rachel giggled as she pulled a full thing of cough medicine out of the cabinet. "I have a question for you!"
"Is this about our next date because I'm really busy and-"
"No silly! Shut up and listen to me!" The girl chuckled some more as left the bathroom and she slid down the steps on her butt. She toddled into the kitchen and opened up the mixed drink jug, stepping backward as the smell potent smell of swirled alcohols filled her nostrils. "Do you think Oreos go good with cough syrup?"
"Huh? Rachel, what?"
"Nevermind, Blaine Warbler! I know they do!"
Blaine had no chance to answer, as Rachel clicked her cell phone shut and went to open the protective seal of the medicine container. It took her a few tries, but after she was able to steady her shaky hands, she popped the protective lid off and poured the whole bottle into the jug, offering a huge smile as the liquids inside swished together.
New Directions was going to ROCK that assembly tomorrow and she was going to be the reason for it! No surprise though: Rachel Berry was their star…
Back in Westerville, Luka and Kurt found themselves at the register.
A tall, pale-skinned gothic girl stood behind the counter, twirling a piece of bubble gum around her finger as she waited for the two Dalton boys to figure out their drink order. Luka caught her eye.
"I'll have a French vanilla cappuccino and this fellow will have the-"
"Medium drip, please." Kurt whispered as he looked back down at the tiled floors of the shop. Luka gave him a sympathetic smile and then told the barista their names before he paid ("I invited you, Kurt! I'll pay!"). They shuffled over to the side to wait for a tiny blonde girl to make their coffees.
"I'm surprised you ordered that," Luka said quietly as he watched Kurt wiggle his fingers in front of his face. The older boy didn't seem too phased that he had just ordered the same coffee his (former?) crush liked. It was like a force of habit or something to him; it was also something that made Luka smile.
"Kurt? Lucas?"
Luka rolled his eyes at the fact that the barista got his name wrong, but went up and politely accepted the drinks anyways. He followed Kurt over to an empty table near the window and sat down, sliding the medium drip across the counter to his classmate.
"You okay?"
Kurt bit his lip, staring down at the steaming drink that lay laced in his grasp. He brought the warm cup up to his face and took in a deep breath.
It smelled like Blaine.
Emerald eyes stayed focused on the sad boy sitting across from him; Luka frowned, his mind flashing back to just a few months before Kurt came to Dalton. He remembered acting just like this, sitting in a diner, ordering something he really didn't care for just because it gave him a little sense of normalcy.
Coughing, he cleared his throat and locked eyes with his saddened friend, "Kurt, there's something I have to tell you."
"You didn't just ask me out to get in my pants, did you? Because I'm not that kind of guy and-"
"No, oh heavens no!" Luka held up a hand to silence the countertenor before he continued, "I didn't ask you out as a date. I'm really sorry if you thought this was one but-"
"I didn't," Kurt whispered, taking a sip of his medium drip. When the scalding drink hit his mouth, he sighed. The burn gave him a weird sense of pain and while he probably should've been screaming in horror from scalding his tongue, he instead found himself calmly content with the pain.
Luka took this moment as a cue and he continued, "Listen Kurt. I think you are an amazing guy, but I know what's going on here and I just wanted to take you here so that we could have a talk."
"Why?"
"Because Kurt," the blonde Warbler said, taking a small sip of his cappuccino, "less than a year ago, I was in your shoes and I had my own Blaine and my own Rachel…"
A/N: Oh my gosh! This chapter came out longer than I expected! Then again, some of this could be seen as filler (especially the Rachel parts), but I didn't want to leave anything out, so that's why it's so long. I hope you liked it and please review! I love me some reviews; it lets me know how you guys are liking (or hating) the story so far and if you have any ideas, feel free to shoot them my way!