Dear Readers,
Gah. Terribly sorry about the hiatus. I don't even have a good excuse. I just.. couldn't get it to come out write. Horrible case of writer's block, you see. But, I have finally produced this. And I think the next chapter will come easier than this one. I hope. Well, enough from me, you're here to read the story (hopefully)! Enjoy, my dears!
Hugs and Butterfly Kisses,
You'reAbsurd
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Chapter 10: Green Isn't Your Color
"Are you going to the Quidditch match tomorrow?"
Kurt glanced up to see Blaine hovering over him, looking a bit nervous. He frowned. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be there?"
Blaine shrugged. "I dunno. I mean – I know you don't really like Quidditch all that much, so I just thought -"
"What kind of friend would I be if I didn't go cheer you guys on?" Kurt smiled reassuringly at him.
"Um.." Blaine shifted his feet, unsure whether he should ask what he wanted to. "Who exactly.. will you be cheering on?"
Kurt looked confused. "You, Wes, and David." Pause. "And Harry, of course."
Blaine did his best not to roll his eyes. Kurt had been even closer to Potter since Christmas. Even though they had made up, Blaine was still unable to accept Kurt's friendship with the raven haired boy. He had a feeling that Kurt was harboring some more than friendly feelings for the Boy Who Lived. Not that he would ever admit it. He insisted they were nothing but friends, although Blaine wasn't so sure. He wasn't jealous or anything. No, that's just absurd. He was simply concerned that Kurt might get hurt. It was pretty obvious to Blaine that Kurt liked Potter. It was also pretty obvious that Potter was straight. He was just trying to spare Kurt the heart break. Right?
He shook his head, as if to clear it.
Right.
Kurt sat between Mercedes and Rachel in the library, his nose buried in a thick book. He looked up when he heard Mercedes speaking to a familiar voice. Harry was standing close to her chair, his face animated as he spoke. He nodded at Kurt as he finished up the conversation. Kurt smiled and waved back. He stared after him as he walked away.
"Isn't he just perfect?" Rachel gushed.
"He's alright," Mercedes commented. "For a first year," she added, shrugging.
"Who cares what year he's in?" she protested. "It doesn't really matter. I mean, come on! He's The Boy Who Lived for Merlin's sake! I am going to marry that boy one day. We're perfect for each other. I want to be a star, and he already is one!"
Kurt rolled his eyes, trying to block out her ramblings. Mercedes caught his eye and they shared a look. "She's crazy," he mouthed. Mercedes nodded in agreement.
As much as he tried, Rachel proved to be difficult to tune out. With each comment about Harry, Kurt could feel himself turn a shade greener. Not because he had a crush on Harry or anything. Of course not. He was just a little jealous that she could talk so freely about her crushes while he had to keep it to himself. Yeah. That was it.
His thoughts were interrupted by Blaine, Wes, and David taking the seats across from them.
"Hello, ladies," Wes said with a charming smile. Rachel and Mercedes giggled. Kurt scowled. "Kurt," he added quickly. "What's going on over here?"
"Just chatting," Kurt replied.
"About?" David asked.
"Harry Potter," Rachel sighed. A dreamy look clouded her features.
"Of course," Blaine muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" Kurt inquired, quirking his brow.
"Nothing, nothing," he stammered. Things had been a bit tense between them ever since he came back from Winter break. He had felt guilty about not saying goodbye to Kurt the second he got on the train. He'd promised himself that he would apologize to Kurt and explain everything when he got back. Instead, he had ended up taking the coward's way out and just saying that he hadn't heard Kurt's call. So they were basically back in square one. They were still the best of friends, things just got a little awkward and strained whenever conversation turned to Potter. At least for Blaine.
"I'm going to ah, head up to the common room," he said while gathering up his books. "I'll see you later."
Kurt frowned at his retreating form. "What's up with him?"
"No idea," David supplied. "He was fine before."
His frown deepened. I'll talk to him during Glee today.
Blaine stomped into the rehearsal room, seething. He was so angry. He was so angry all the time now. The time by himself hadn't helped. It only left him alone with his thoughts. Which wasn't exactly a good thing. All of his emotions were building up inside of him and he was ready to burst. He needed to vent. Needed to get it all out. And music was the only way he knew to do that.
He sat down heavily in his chair, purposely sitting as far away from Kurt as possible. He could feel Kurt's gaze on him, but he ignored it. He quickly raised his hand before one of the leaders could speak.
"Do you think I could, uh, sing something? I just really need to express myself," he pleaded. They seemed to think about it for a moment before nodding their consent. "Thanks." He took a deep breath as he headed to the front of the room, wracking his brain for songs that could express his feelings. An idea popped into his head. Perfect.
I guess I just lost my husband
I don't know where he went
So I'm gonna drink my money
Not gonna pay his rent
I got a brand new attitude
And I'm gonna wear it tonight
I wanna get in trouble
I wanna start a fight.
Na na na na na na na
I wanna start a fight
Na na na na na na na
I wanna start a fight
Wow, was that ever true.
So, so what?
I'm still a rockstar
I got my rock moves
And I don't need you
And guess what?
I'm having more fun
And now that we're done
I'm gonna show you tonight
I'm alright
I'm just fine
And you're a tool
So, so what?
I am a rockstar
I got my rock moves
And I don't want you tonight
His plan was working – this was a brilliant way to blow off some steam. He was already starting to become more relaxed.
And I don't want you tonight
He locked eyes with Kurt.
Ba da da da da da
As the song came to an end, he felt all of his anger leave him, to be replaced by exhaustion. Rage really takes a lot out of a person.
After Blaine's little outburst, Kurt couldn't bring himself to confront him. There was a moment during the song when their eyes met, and Kurt knew that Blaine's anger had been directed at him. He just couldn't figure out why. What had he done? It killed him that he had been the one to put that look into his eyes. How long had he felt this way? He knew that Blaine tended to bottle up his emotions until they exploded all over the place. And what an explosion it had been. He chanced a peek at him, finally managing to catch his eye.
The cold glare he received told him this was only the beginning.
For anyone who is interested, I have recently begun a Dramione story entitled, "The Love Chamber". Feel free to check it out.