That Friday night was the Warblers Party. After his talk with Jeff, Kurt no longer felt any desire to attend. He was more wary than ever of the curly haired soloist and tried to stay out of his way. Of course his efforts proved futile when Jeff left him alone (for the first time that night) on the back porch, nursing a beer and enjoying the view of the beautiful starry night.
Blaine's silky voice interrupted his peaceful stupor.
"I've been looking for you. If you keep hiding from me, how am I supposed to administer your initiation?"
"That was the idea…" Kurt thought. "I wasn't avoiding you," he insisted (aloud).
"Good," Blaine smirked, "because that would imply that you didn't want to see me, and that would certainly make your task a little bit more difficult."
Kurt swallowed audibly. "And why is that?" he asked.
"If you're serious about being a Warbler…" Blaine said, moving closer.
Kurt felt his chest tighten as he braced himself for Blaine's next words. Jeff's story still rang through his ears.
"He told me I had to sleep with him."
"Go out with me."
Kurt blinked back his shock. Had he heard him correctly?
"Go out with you?" he repeated slowly. "Like… on a date."
"Yes, Hummel," Blaine chuckled. "A date."
But… that couldn't be right.
"But… Jeff…" Kurt stuttered.
Blaine's eyes darkened at the mention of the blond Warbler.
"And what did dear little Jeffory tell you?" Blaine asked, his voice almost condescending.
"He told me what you made him do," Kurt said coldly, not letting himself be intimidated by the honey eyed boy who was fixing him a gaze more intense than anything Kurt had ever seen.
"And what did he say I made him do?" Blaine asked, sounding more amused than anything.
"You made him sleep with you."
Blaine barked out a laugh. There was no humour in it. "I didn't make him do anything."
"Jeff said-"
"Then Jeff lied," Blaine snapped.
"And why would I trust you?" Kurt asked coldly.
"Because I've given you no reason not to," Blaine said, his anger building rapidly. "You, like everyone else at this fucking school is so quick to fucking judge. You don't know me, Hummel! None of you do!"
Kurt felt his hands tremble with light fear. Would Blaine hurt him?
"Blaine," he said quietly. "Please calm down."
"No, I will not calm down!" Blaine shouted. "I should have known you were no different to the rest of them…"
Blaine's harsh words echoed in his ears as he stormed back into the party.
No different than the rest of them
Kurt felt tears spring to his eyes, although he wasn't sure why. He suddenly felt the odd urge to throw up.
What was Blaine Anderson doing to him?