Title:Discovering Jealousy

PART TWO

Summary: Blaine Anderson's Five Steps to Embracing His Jealous Side (+ Bonus for being exactly who he is).

Pairing: Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/OMC

Rating: PG

A/N: Sorry for the delay~ Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter too~! 3

4.

The fourth time happened too close for comfort.

Blaine had just finished football practice, and was making his way towards the Warblers practice room, where Kurt was waiting for him. Ever since Kurt had transferred back to Mckinley, their time together had been less, and that made it even more important and memorable for both of them to cherish and fully use whatever chance they have to meet.

Kurt had drove in from Lima that day, seeing that his classes would be ending early, and they had decided to go on a proper date with dinner and movie watching for the night, ending in Kurt sleeping over at Blaine's place as the next day was the weekend.

Blaine was looking forward to it. He had missed Kurt for the whole week, with both of them too busy with school and Glee club to meet up, and his boyfriend's absence was starting to fray the end of Blaine's nerves, with him constantly looking morose and sighing for no apparent reason. Wes and David were both quite fed up with his pining, and had both been instrumental in helping to plan out his date with Kurt as they had taken matters into their own hands and informed Kurt that Blaine was in an utterly miserable state without Kurt by his side.

The thought of seeing Kurt made Blaine quicken his pace, and he was rounding the corner to enter the room when he saw a sight which made him stop short and just stare.

Kurt wasn't alone. He was almost completely pressed up against the wall by another boy. Namely, one Samuel James Clarkson, a very popular and very handsome athlete in their school. If Blaine is the leader of the Warblers and anything arts related, then Samuel would be the reigning king of sports in Dalton. He plays not only football, but also basketball, hockey, soccer and even fencing. And despite his jock status, Sam is one of the cleverest and loved seniors in Dalton, and already had received offers from various prestigious universities all over the world.

Standing next to this six foot, auburn-haired, green eyed boy with a killer grin and an even more killer body, Kurt definitely doesn't look out of place. In fact, as much as it hurts to admit it, Kurt and Samuel standing together looked like a match made in heaven.

As swiftly as the surge of jealousy emerged, so did the sudden depressed and morose feeling that overwhelmed Blaine. How could someone so amazing and brilliant and just gorgeous like Kurt ever be content to be with someone like Blaine? He almost wanted to just turn and walk away, but Kurt had already noticed him.

His boyfriend's face lit up almost instantly, and the smile that he directed at Blaine was blinding in nature. Blaine felt his breath hitched, and his heart skipped a beat at the sight.

Kurt pushed away Samuel—with Blaine feeling a sense of vindictive glee at seeing the frown on Sam's face—and practically bounced over in front of him, wrapping him in a bone crushing hug.

With his face partially buried in the crook of Blaine's neck, Kurt inhaled sharply and breathed out, his breath tingling Blaine's skin, and whispered, "I've missed you so much", his voice carrying a peculiar hoarse and scratchy feel to it.

And Blaine could only whisper the same back, and embraced Kurt tighter, as his voice was the exact same way.

Blaine didn't know for how long they stood there, just hugging and exchanging hushed and soothing words to one another, but when he looked up, Samuel was gone, and the fierce, cruel and ugly beast residing in the pits of his stomach had once again coiled up in contentment and shied away in the light of Kurt's obvious love and affection for Blaine.

Blaine grinned softly at Kurt as the latter pulled him down the hallway, talking at one mile a minute about something, and he couldn't help but move in and plant a soft, lingering kiss on Kurt's mouth.

The monster was content for now, but Blaine can't help but hope that it will never emerge ever again.

5.

The fifth time was the last straw. Not for Kurt, but for Blaine.

After Blaine transferred to McKinley, he had been infinitely happier than he had ever been, even though he had to brace himself every single day for the hulking terrors that were the jocks, and the occasional slur and jaunts. Sure, he sometimes got pushed into lockers, and per an unspoken mutual agreement among the student body that Glee members were losers; he had received his first slushie just into the second week of school.

It was cherry flavored, and while it was one of the most shockingly painful experiences that he ever had, the memory of Kurt kissing the cherry syrup away from his lips was one that was sweet and treasured. Kurt had rushed almost immediately to Blaine's side when he received news from Tina and Mercedes, and the firm, almost harsh grip on Blaine's shoulders was a strong contradiction to the fleeting kisses that he pressed to Blaine's cheeks and forehead, and a far cry from the tiny, almost comforting licks that he put on Blaine's lips, almost like a cat licking it's wound—tentative and languid.

Blaine had been surprisingly okay with everything, despite the slushies and the jeers and the shoulder checks, and it was Kurt who was most affected by everything. In actuality, it would seem that Kurt needed comfort more than Blaine did whenever he heard of Blaine being bullied, and Blaine was content to give it to his boyfriend, both of them hugging tightly, seeking comfort, warmth and reassurance in the other's embrace.

And when they were not at school, they would spend almost every moment with one another, trading kisses and hugs and declarations of love as if they were the last limited edition Gucci scarf, and they couldn't stop themselves from wanting more and wanting to do it again and again and again. And when they weren't doing ridiculously loving gestures, they would just sit, for hours, sometimes talking about everything and yet nothing of significance, other times just content to be in each other's presence, the silence like a warm blanket wrapped over them and shielding them in a cocoon of warmth and love. Other times, they would speak, discussing things of importance, like where they both wanted to be in the future, what school they wanted to go to, how should they continue on in the future—things that were both important to themselves and to them. They would just sit together, mostly with their hands entwined and their eyes kept on the other, and they would just let the words flow. And for all of Kurt's fiery attitude and diva-esque personality, he would be a statue painted of soft yet firm words, with his eyes shining gently like the soothing shine of a full moon's glow, and Blaine would be mesmerized.

They were always completely honest with one another, and for all that he loved Kurt and knew that Kurt loved him, Blaine could not bring himself to tell Kurt about his jealousy problem. It was almost stupid to think that he was afraid, but every time he tried to bring himself to talk about it, he would blurt out something different in the end.

It was getting to be almost unbearable for Blaine. He felt like somehow, he was lying to his boyfriend with each passing day of not telling, but another part of him was afraid of how Kurt might react when he knew that Blaine really isn't that much of a gentleman as he appeared to be.

To make matters worse, Kurt had been getting increasingly friendly with David Karofsky, and while Blaine knew that Kurt only wanted to help the guy and was being genuinely friendly, he couldn't help but feel a sharp jolt of jealousy every time he saw Kurt smiling or talking softly to the other boy.

But Blaine managed to keep it bottled down, and when he kissed Kurt harder and more passionate later in the day, he never offered any explanation.

It all came to a head, just two months into Blaine's transfer.

Two months of trying and failing to not be jealous of Kurt's friendship and sudden closeness to Karofsky. Two months of trying to be okay but in reality, not really okay at all. Two months of trying to keep his calm. Two months of trying to change his jealous self. And Blaine just can't take it anymore, so he just snapped, almost horrifyingly, in the middle of Glee practice.

Because David-freaking-Karofsky was now an official Glee club member, and when everyone had protested, Kurt had been the one who stood up and spoke for Karofsky. And Kurt's trust and words had been the reason that everyone agreed in the end.

Blaine had never been so proud to have Kurt as his boyfriend. To think that Kurt would be the bigger man, and would actually forgive and accept his former bully, it just shows a side of Kurt that is so selfless and so Kurt that Blaine could swear that he fell even more in love with his boyfriend, which would sound impossible, as Blaine was already so head-over-heels for Kurt.

But he had also never been so jealous.

He was frustrated at himself. Why can't he just be a bigger man like Kurt and not be so childishly jealous all the time? He really wanted to stop himself from feeling so, but he just can't help it. Feeling torn at the sudden jumble of emotions, Blaine had stood up abruptly mid-practice and just left, ignoring everyone's confused calls after him.

He made it halfway down the hallway when Kurt caught up with him, stopping him with a firm hold of his wrist.

"Blaine! Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Blaine looked up, and Kurt's eyes were so wide, trusting and filled with concern for him that he can't help but feel disgusted with himself all over again.

Impulsively, he reached forward and pulled Kurt into a demanding kiss, he bit at Kurt's lips and when they opened with a small gasp, he pushed his tongue in like a barbarian, unlike how he usually coaxed Kurt to give him permission with gentle nibbles, and he practically just ravaged Kurt's mouth thoroughly, taking and taking until they were both out of breath and had to part.

He laid his forehead against Kurt's and closed his eyes. Both of their breaths were coming out in short and heaved puffs of air, and Blaine's almost afraid to look Kurt in the eye.

"I'm so sorry. But truthfully, I'm not a gentleman at all, Kurt. I'm a jealous, possessive bastard all the time." Blaine blurted out.

He looked up and saw that Kurt was staring at him in what seemed to be a shocked expression. His usually perfectly styled hair was messed up from Blaine's hands running over them possessively, his lips were swollen to an enticing deep red, his face was flushed, and his eyes were wide and staring right back at Blaine.

And Blaine couldn't read a single thing in his boyfriend's eyes, so he did what most people would do, he turned tail and ran.

+1

Blaine knew that he was a coward.

He had been ignoring Kurt's phone calls and messages for one and a half day now. He spent the entire period hiding in his house, and thanked all the gods above that it was Saturday and he would only need to see Kurt on Monday. Which gives him about another one and a half day to plan the most appropriate reason for his freak out on Thursday evening.

He was moping, he knew it, and he had already eaten two tubs of ice cream and hung around the house like a haunted ghost. His parents were more than a little fed up with his self-pitying party, and had told him to stop moping about and gave him chores as they went on a business party up in Chicago.

He tried doing the chores to keep his mind off things, but it hasn't done any good and he had broken two plates and messed up the whole bundle of laundry by staining them pink with a maroon sweater that he forgot to pick aside. So he just gave up on doing anything productive and blasted sad, emotional songs at the top of their volume in his room while he played mundane Hidden-Objects games.

He was at his third game when he heard the doorbell. It rang once, twice, thrice, and Blaine slumped in his chair, and contemplated whether he should go and answer it. The person outside seemed to have gotten impatient, as they pressed the doorbell a few times in quick succession. And then came the pounding on the door.

"BLAINE! Open up! I know you're in there! BLAINE!" Kurt shouted.

Blaine sat up. He couldn't believe that Kurt had come all the way to find him. Before he gave any thought, he was already halfway down the stairs on instinct, almost every fiber of his being screaming in want and need to see Kurt. But he paused, as he remembered his actions on Thursday.

Meanwhile, Kurt continued on shouting.

"Blaine! Open the fucking door! Or so help me, I'm going to—" Blaine's mouth fell open.

Kurt never swore. Like never, not in a million years, because he had said that it was uncouth and vulgar and unsightly and like a Neanderthal.

Something twisted inside Blaine's gut, an almost sharp pang of yearning and remorse and love, all the emotions jumbled up into something that was tearing Blaine's heart in a thousand different directions.

He was moving towards the door and sliding the metal lock before his mind caught up with his actions. With a twist of the doorknob and a sharp click, he swung open the door, just to see Kurt frozen in motion, his fist raised in an obvious way of wanting to knock down the door with sheer strength and willpower alone.

Blaine knew that he must be a sore sight. His clothes were well-worn and rumpled, his hair was a terrible mess, his eyes were surely bloodshot, and he must have had on an expression of a kicked and wounded puppy.

Surprisingly, Kurt wasn't his usual immaculate self. He had on simple dark skinny jeans and a tight fitting grey collared shirt, and he was actually wearing sneakers. His hair was tousled, and a few strands fell over his forehead. But even so, Kurt looked drop dead gorgeous, in a very without-effort and natural way.

Kurt's face was another matter. His eyes were practically sparkling with anger and determination, and his mouth was pulled into a thin line and his jaw was set. There was a flush to his cheeks, and to put it simply, he looked like a furious avenging angel.

"Kurt—" He said, but Kurt raised a hand to cut him off.

"Blaine." Kurt's voice was cold, and Blaine felt his heart sank.

The next moment, Kurt had Blaine pinned to the wall, fully using his advantage in height for the first time ever in their relationship, and then he was claiming Blaine's lips in an almost vicious kiss.

Usually it was Blaine who dominated their kisses, but this time, Kurt gave absolutely no leeway as he kissed Blaine with a certain degree of never before seen ferocity. Every press of Kurt's lips were with purpose, every swipe of his tongue was unrelenting, and his fingers and palm were just everywhere—pushing Blaine against the wall, holding his hips in place, curved around his waist, pulling him in by the nape of neck for more, more, more.

And Blaine just surrendered himself willingly; almost weak-knee in the onslaught of Kurt's passionate and dominating kisses.

Then it was suddenly over, and Blaine was panting and leaning against the wall for support, looking up almost dazedly at his boyfriend.

Kurt gave him an almost fierce glare, and said: "You listen to me, and you listen to me clearly, Blaine Anderson." His voice was steel in nature, and left no illusions to the fact that it must be obeyed and paid attention to. Blaine stared back almost in awe, but Kurt continued on. "There will be no repeat of Thursday and Friday's disappearing act and ignoring my calls and messages and emails. Next time, when you have a crisis, don't run and avoid me like I'm the plague. Talk to me. Do you understand?"

Blaine nodded mutely.

Kurt's eyes softened. "Good. You don't know how worried I've been Blaine. You aren't returning my calls, you aren't replying my messages, and you didn't come to school. Do you know I'm worried sick about you? Not knowing what's going on with you, not knowing what the problem is, and just over thinking every single detail." Kurt's voice broke in the end, and Blaine was the one who leapt forward and wrapped Kurt into a hug.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Blaine muttered again and again into Kurt's hair as the boy dropped his head onto Blaine's shoulder. After a moment, Kurt moved away, and it was obvious that he had been struggling not to cry from the red tinge in his eyes.

"Good. Now, will you please explain to me everything in a sane manner now? I don't think I can handle another wild thought my mind seems keen in producing."

Blaine gulped, but nodded. It was time to come clean.

Pulling Kurt into his house and locking the door, he led Kurt to his bedroom, and sat in front of Kurt on his bed. Then, he told Kurt everything, starting from the first time he felt jealous, to all the other numerous and minor instances that his possessiveness came into play, and to the time in Thursday where he just couldn't take it anymore. His words came out in an odd jumble sometimes, in his haste to try to convey his feelings properly, and his sentences just jumped from one story to another.

But Kurt just sat and listen patiently, silent the whole time, but he held Blaine's hands all the time, and the few squeezes and grazing over his knuckles whenever Blaine struggled to tell the truth were enough comfort and encouragement.

Finally telling Kurt everything that he had been feeling, Blaine felt as if a weight had been lifted from his chest, and he gave a relieved sigh at the end.

Kurt was silent for a moment, and then he just smiled. "Oh, Blaine, you're such an idiot!" He then proceeded to hug Blaine tightly for a few moments before leaning back, and the grin on his face was almost vibrant in beauty.

"You're—you're not mad?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Of course I'm not mad! If you must know, I've known that you're jealous a few times, but I never thought that it would be getting to you, and since there were times when it was me who's jealous, I thought that we never mentioned it to one another because we both knew that the other was fine with it!"

Blaine's mind was reeling. "Wait—What?"

Kurt smiled at him affectionately. Leaning forward and giving Blaine a quick peck on the lips, he said: "Blaine. Jealousy is nothing to be ashamed of. I'm actually a bit flattered and happy that you care about me enough to actually be jealous."

"Wait, you don't think that me getting jealous and possessive was very Neanderthal-like and feel as if I do not trust you or our relationship enough?"

Kurt blushed. "Well, I don't know about others, but I like your jealousy and possessiveness." And with his eyes averted, said, "And well, it kind of makes me feel like I'm yours, you know." His face was almost flaming red now.

Blaine's jaw dropped. "You're really okay with it? Because I've tried, really, but I don't think I can really get rid of this nature of mine, but if you feel uncomfortable because of it, or don't like it, then I can really try to tone it down, I'll never mention anything, I swear—"

"Blaine!"" Kurt took both of his hands in, and staring straight into Blaine's eyes, said: "I love it when you get all jealous and possessive over me, okay? And I like you just the way you are; you don't have to change anything for me. And I love that I'm thoroughly yours as much as you are thoroughly mine. So get it through your mind right now that I'm more than perfectly okay with you being occasionally jealous and possessive, alright?"

Blaine stared; he almost couldn't believe it, that Kurt was actually okay with this, okay with him. Joy filled him immediately, and he felt wonder, and warmth and just so much love for Kurt at the moment.

"Kurt." He breathed out, tone obviously amazed. He was grinning like a lunatic now, but the gaze he gave Kurt was one filled with adoration and love, and he almost couldn't believe how fortunate he was to have found Kurt in his life.

Kurt grinned back. "You adorable, gorgeous, handsome, oblivious fool of a perfect boyfriend." He chastised teasingly and his eyes glinted in both joy and mischief.

" Now shut up and kiss me."

And Blaine did.

~END~

A/N: Sorry for updating soooo late! Anyway, it's the end, and I hope you guys liked it~! As I said, 'Discovering Jealousy' is the first part of a 'Jealousy Series' that I had planned, so there might be a sequel that is sort of related to this. But it's not confirmed that I'll write it though, I'll see how things go~

Again, any grammer errors/typos/mistakes are entirely my fault, my fics are un-beta-ed, hope that you guys would forgive me if there are any!

Read and review~! They make my day! 3