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 don't own Ke$ha, iPod, or anything else!
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.
Emergency Warbler meeting/rehearsal after school tomorrow. Attendance is mandatory. Be there, no excuses. Important issues will be discussed.
Kurt stared down at his phone, eyes narrowed in question. He honestly had no idea why the Warblers would call a mandatory meeting on such short notice. It wasn't like they had any immediate competition prep to get through or anything. Hell, he was pretty sure that they didn't have any upcoming school performances either, so what was the deal with the meeting?
"Leave Anderson to us; we'll deal with him."
Well, fuck.
That would explain everything then. The council was going to deal with Blaine the easiest way they saw fit: by forcing him to go to Warblers practice. Of course, this made a snag in Kurt's plans for the afternoon. It was an early release day, something for instructional support or other - not that Kurt really cared, but he had planned an afternoon of shopping at the Westerville mall following his final class of the day. Now that plan was shot and he was stuck having to go to a Warblers meeting that would probably lead absolutely nowhere.
Sighing, he opened a new text to Wes and David and typed out a plea to skip the upcoming practice. He knew better than to ask Thad because if he knew the other councilman well enough, Thad was not a pushover. He would shut Kurt down like no other. Sure, Wes and David at one point in time had shot Kurt's ideas down many, many times, but the three had gotten closer over the last few months. Surely, they'd let Kurt bail out of this practice.
His answer came moments later within a text from Wes.
Warbler Kurt, I am appalled that you would ask to skip Warblers practice. It's MANDATORY, so you'd better be there. No excuses!
Well, there was his answer. Warbler practice it was. No shopping for Kurt.
Grumbling a small amount of obscenities under his breath, Kurt cursed Blaine, the council, and the Warblers as he headed off to his final classes of the day.
This sucked.
Important issues will be discussed.
Good God, Blaine did NOT like the wording of that sentence. It was like it was there to mock him or something. He had spent all afternoon staring at that text, eyes widened in fear as his mind flashed millions of possible scenarios that might go down tomorrow during their mandatory meeting. Images of Kurt in tears, rushing from the rehearsal hall replayed over and over in Blaine's head and his gut churned in horror.
Tomorrow, Kurt Hummel would no longer be a part of the Warblers.
And it would be all his fault.
Ignoring the small dings of unanswered texts on his phone (more taunts from Wes, no doubt), Blaine laid back on his bed and chewed upon his lower lip. The coppery taste of blood tapped along the tip of his tongue and he groaned, feeling as if he was getting ready to fight a losing battle. If he hadn't had been so pompous and rude to Kurt earlier, this would have never came about. He would have had more time to get together with his former best friend and apologize; he would have had more time to make things up to Kurt and then the two of them would go back to being the close buds that they were destined to be.
Instead, tomorrow was about to rain upon him and everything was doomed.
"Oh God, Kurt. I am so sorry…"
"I'm so dead, dude."
Kurt lifted his eyes from the Vogue magazine he was currently reading and let his gaze travel upwards to the lanky form that stood in his doorway.
"Mm, Finn. Can I help you?"
"I'm dead. We're all dead. Everyone's dead. Glee club is going to be cancelled and we're all-"
"Wait, what?"
"I'm dead and-"
"No, not that. The thing about Glee club…"
"It's gonna get cancelled and-"
"Why?"
"Kurt, will you just let me finish?"
Kurt cocked an eyebrow at his brother, but shut his mouth nonetheless. He watched as the taller boy slipped into his room and shut the door behind him before leaning on it and sliding down to the floor. Something was obviously wrong.
"Figgins is going to end New Directions. We're over."
A moment of silence passed between the two brothers before Kurt cleared his throat and shot Finn a confused look. Finish what you were saying, you twit, his mind screamed. He stayed quiet though.
"Rachel thought it was a bright idea to give everyone a shot of some weird alcoholic drink she made; she thought it would calm us down before our Alcohol Awareness performance today-"
Kurt's mind thought of all the ironies that came out of this incident, but he remained still.
"-and I guess Brittany and Santana drank too much because all of a sudden, they were puking everywhere and everything stopped and everyone saw and now we're gonna die and when our parents find out, we're all dead and-"
"You're rambling now, Finn. Calm down."
"But when Mom and Burt find out, they're gonna kill me. I already told them that I was responsible enough to not drink and after the whole fiasco with Burt finding Blaine all hungover in your bed and-"
"While I really do not want to discuss this, I'm pretty sure that you'll be alright. If anything, maybe Santana will throw Rachel under the bus and get her kicked out of New Directions. Then the rest of you will be safe. Problem solved."
"But dude, Rachel is our best singer. She-"
"-is going to ruin everything that you guys have worked so hard for over these last few months. Just because she's become a lush over the last few days doesn't mean that she needs to make you guys crash and burn with her. She knew of the consequences; let her revel in them."
"You're awfully bitter, man."
"Well, excuse me for not giving one squat about Rachel Berry right now. I have my own problems to attend to."
"You mean like Blaine?" Finn asked, standing up off of the floor and taking a laying spot at the foot of Kurt's bed. His body hung limply at the base of the bed; his gangly limbs too long for the short mattress. "What's he done now?"
"Just being a jerk, as usual. We've been beating around the bush for a few days. If one of us is mad, the other isn't and vice versa. I just tried to apologize to him today and all I got were some snarky texts in return."
"Sounds like more drama then it's worth."
"You have no right to talk about drama, Finn Hudson. You've been in a love triangle for who knows how long and let's not forget the fact that you are a member of New Directions, the pinnacle of high school soap opera-esque dramatics."
Finn rolled his eyes and tucked his hands behind his head, staring up at Kurt's bedroom ceiling. "So, do you think you and Blaine will make up soon?"
"I suppose I'll find out tomorrow. There's a mandatory Warbler meeting after school that I have the strangest feeling has something to do with the fact that Blaine and I are feuding."
"They're calling a meeting just because two of their members are bickering? Wow."
"They're crazy like that," Kurt mumbled with a roll of his eyes as he thought of his Warbler mates. "I just hope that things don't explode tomorrow."
"Same here… for both you and me."
Finn made a move to get up off of the bed and ended up rolling onto the floor in the process. Above him, Kurt chuckled into his hand as he watched his stepbrother goofily pick himself up off of the floor and fake-dust himself off as he stood up tall.
"So graceful."
"Whatever, dude. Dinner's in ten. Make sure you don't mention this to Mom or Burt."
Kurt smiled as Finn exited the room, "Deal."
Blaine rolled over, hands clutching the pillow he was curled around tightly.
It was in the wee morning hours. Dalton was dead silent and most of the boys in the dormitory were sleeping peacefully… all but him. Blaine was currently thrashing about in his bed, mind flooded with nightmarish scenes of Kurt being torn away from the Warblers by pitchfork wielding devil forms of Wes, David, and Thad. One moment, Kurt and Blaine were chatting happily to each other, then the next, Kurt was being stabbed in the back by Wes' pitchfork as the councilman laughed manically.
It was horrifying, to say the least.
In another nightmare, Blaine and Kurt were singing a duet onstage when out of nowhere, Rachel Berry came running up onstage and pressed her lips to Blaine's, slowly sucking the very life out of his body. Out of the corner of his eye, Blaine could see Kurt slipping a hand into that damned Luka's open palm; the two soon skipping off the stage with large smiles blooming across their faces. As they skipped, Blaine found himself whimpering for Kurt to come back to him, but his pleas were silenced by Rachel's mouth. Her hungry lips devoured his as he stood cemented in his position onstage.
It was what he wanted, right? He wanted a girlfriend and he wanted to be happy.
This dream - no, nightmare - seemed to be taunting him. He had what he thought wanted: a perfectly straight relationship with Rachel Berry, if one could call it that. If he wanted to, he could easily make their 'thing' official. All he had to do was ask Rachel to be his permanent girlfriend over dinner and the deal was signed… but he didn't want that.
To be honest, he didn't know what he wanted.
If he had to pick and choose right now, he would say he wanted to sort out his feelings. Was he straight? Was he gay? Was he bisexual? Was he asexual? Did he really want Rachel? What about Kurt?
He knew for a fact that he wanted Kurt back as a friend as soon as possible, that was for sure. As for Rachel, he didn't know what he wanted to do there. Rachel was a wonderful girl. She was much like him in a sense, or at least from what he already knew about her, he assumed that they were alike. Other than that, he really didn't know much about the tiny girl. He would have to get together with her after this deal with Kurt blew over; he could make up his mind then.
Popping open his eyes, he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his face, wearily glancing at his bedside alarm clock. It was only a little after four in the morning, but Blaine wasn't feeling up to heading back to bed. He had fallen asleep much earlier than anticipated, so he might as well stay up. Plus, he needed to brainstorm more ideas on how to persuade Kurt to talk to him before their Warbler meeting that afternoon. Yawning, Blaine rolled off of his bed and padded over to his private bathroom, mentally thanking the Dalton higher powers for giving him a single dorm. He stepped into the bathroom and stripped down before climbing into the shower and turning the water on scalding. As he stood under the burning spray, he reveled in the bitter pain that scorched his skin.
He deserved all the pain in the world, especially if worse came to worst and Kurt lost his spot in the Warblers.
Kurt tapped a random beat on his steering wheel as he drove into the Dalton parking lot. His eyes scoured the commuter area for a parking space, only to find a few empty spaces in the far back of the lot.
Curse my luck, Kurt thought as he easily pulled the Navigator into a spot.
He had unfortunately been suckered into giving Finn a before-bed pep talk that ended up lasting much longer than he originally desired it to. Poor Finn had spent the evening fretting about the next day's meeting with Principal Figgins over the bombed Ke$ha performance as well as worrying about his (and Rachel's, though it took Kurt a while to get him to admit it) position within the group - if there was still going to be a group after today. Finally, after hours of chatting over warm milk and random iPod playlists, Finn yawned loudly and bid his goodbyes, leaving Kurt staring in shock at his wall-mounted bedroom clock that read past one in the morning.
Kurt usually got up at four.
Thus, after sleeping through his alarm and having to rush through all of his morning routines, Kurt found himself practically sprinting down the Dalton halls towards his first class. He missed breakfast, missed the recreational homeroom period before his first class, and was about to miss the first bell for class. Gathering up all his energy, he rounded the corner and dashed right past a forlorn looking Blaine.
"Kurt!"
"No time!" He called back, not bothering to blink an eyelash at the frozen boy he skidded past. "Late for class!"
He made it to first period with just seconds to spare and as soon as he plopped down in his seat and checked his hair for any fly aways that could have occurred during his wind sprinting, he found his mind slipping back to when he passed Blaine in the hallway.
What kind of look was that on his face anyways?
He planned to analyze Blaine's strange facial expression, but slipped out of his reverie when his professor slipped into the room and announced a pop quiz. Rolling his eyes, Kurt pushed all thoughts of Blaine from his mind as he brought out a piece of clean paper and pencil.
He'd just have to talk to Blaine after this afternoon's meeting.
"Kurt!"
"No time! Late for class!"
Then he was gone.
Blaine's face fell when he watched Kurt disappear behind a wall of tapestries and other Dalton adornments. There went his chance to make things up with the other boy before the meeting to end all. They didn't share any classes this afternoon and since it was a half-day, the only time he'd see him would be at lunch, if even then. If he was able to intercept the boy before the meeting, then maybe he had a chance at showing the council that he and Kurt would be fine and no drastic measures had to be taken.
Lost within his thoughts, Blaine failed to hear the tardy bell ring through the empty halls. He leaned up against a wooden decorative table that sat in the hall and groaned.
Today was going to be terrible.
For Kurt, things went pretty well.
For Blaine, things went straight to hell. He was given a warning for being late to first period - his first ever - and he ended up having to miss the majority of lunch hour due to having to make up a quiz he missed from skipping classes the day before. By the time he headed to the dining hall, mostly everyone else had left and went on to the courtyard for some fresh air before their next classes. Kurt seemed to be one of the people who left because by the time Blaine hit the dining area, the only people he saw from Warblers were Wes and David.
And that damned Wes was waving a pocket watch back and forth in front of his face, a devilish smirk plastered on his features.
He's enjoying this way too much, Blaine thought as he angrily stuffed a spoonful of scalloped potatoes into mouth.
By the time lunch was over, Blaine was ready to turn in the towel and go back to his dorm to weep and mourn. He spent the next period staring at the clock and when the bell rang, he left the class looking like a member of the walking dead.
School was over for the day, but there was still a horrible little thing called a mandatory emergency Warbler meeting that Blaine had to sit through.
Just the thought of what was going to happen at this meeting made him want to throw up all over his shoes. Squeezing his leather shoulder bag close to his side, Blaine trudged into the rehearsal hall and bit his lip when he spotted Kurt sitting on one of the couches, head thrown back in soft laughter as he chuckled over something Jeff had said.
Oh god, Kurt. I'm so sorry.
"Well, now that Warbler Blaine has finally decided to show up, we can call this meeting to order. First things first, Blaine, take a seat. Secondly, we'd like to discuss the reasoning behind why we called this emergency meeting. So, if you'll direct your attention to Warbler Wes…"
"Thank you, David." Wes smirked, allowing his dark eyes to fall onto Blaine, who had just sank himself low into an armchair close to Kurt. "I'm sure you're all curious as to why we called this meeting. Well-"
This was it. This was the end. Blaine was sure of it…
A/N: Cliffhanger, ahh! Okay, so there's not much left to go with this. I think I have about 3 chapters left after this one and then BOOM, we're done! I was hoping to have had this finished by the time season 3 started, but unfortunately life got in the way and now I'm behind. I hope you will all continue to read this though and I hope you've enjoyed what you've read. Also, if any of you out there like horror/tragic!fics, I have a Klaine one written called 'Goodbye' that I just wrote and threw out about a week ago. Check it out! Anyways, enough pimping, please review and thanks to those who reviewed last chapter! Love you all! :]