Chapter three: Britt Britt and a shocked Blainers.
Sometimes Kurt felt too much like a girl. Don't get me wrong, he loved his glee ladies. The lot of them could barely go three weeks without a group sleepover and Kurt looked forward to each one. But sometimes, when Blaine struck up a conversation about football with Finn, or when Puck had used to announce a boys night at glee, Kurt just knew he wasn't included. When Wes would be practically buzzing in his seat with excitement; Kurt would ask him why and the Asian would wave him off, telling him it was guy stuff. When Burt would assume Kurt didn't want to do something with him because it was too boyish. How people assumed that Kurt hated alcohol, (which admittedly he did but that was down to the whole 'bambi' incident and that was a long story that he didn't feel like bringing up again). The little things like that made Kurt feel like he was being treated as if he was a girl. Being a gay guy and being female were not the same thing, so one day Kurt decided to prove it.
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When a certain gay countertenor made his way through the halls of Dalton with a smoking hot blonde cheerleader on his arm, it was a given that heads would turn. With each one that did, Kurt would only smirk more. "Kurtie?" Brittany asked sweetly. "Yeah Britt?" Kurt beamed back at the girl with the innocence to match a five year old. "Can we go visit your dolphin?" Kurt openly chuckled. "Sure Brit, why not."
Kurt waltzed into Blaine's dorm room hand in hand with Brittany S. Pierce. He had given her the permission to kiss him all she wanted today. Given, his consent didn't usually stop her but regardless she was making the most of it. They say down on Blaine's bed. Kurt smirked, then Brittany stuck her tongue down his throat and they kissed. Well Brittany kissed; Kurt just sat there mostly and let her. Still, she seemed more then satisfied. At that exact moment Blaine chose to walk in. He actually fell over; literally, he face-planted onto the ground with a resounding thud.
Brittany pulled apart from Kurt and looked like she was going to go over and help but he pulled her back. She shrugged into the kiss indifferently. After another few minutes of this, and Blaine staring at them wide-eyed they stopped. As they did Brittany whispered to Kurt just loud enough for Blaine to hear. "You always were the best kisser." Blaine spluttered profusely, though he was mostly ignored. "Always were." He said loudly. Apparently one lost his dapperness when in shock.
Kurt looked at Blaine, feigning innocents. "Yeah, we've done this before. Why?" He shrugged. Blaine just continued staring. Brittany went on. "Yeah, I've made out with every single guy at the school, and even a few girls, but out of all of them I have to say that Kurt is definitely the best. Kurt usually-" Kurt knew she was about to say 'doesn't normally let me' so he interrupted her. "Thanks Britt, you're good too." She beamed. "You know, Santana really wants to make out with you. I've told her the story about your dad catching us making out and the alarm and police and stuff." Not for the first time, Kurt fought back bursting into fits of giggles right there and then, but managed to keep up his façade for the sake of the look on Blaine's face.
"I know Britt. So you've said. Oh, and you still taste like root bear." Brittany smiled at the comment like he'd just called her the most beautiful girl in the world and then tilted her head to the side in what seemed to be deep thought. "Huh, you know you used to taste like burgers; my armpits and stuff, but now I think it's mostly coffee." Kurt bit his lip, smiling. "I drink far too much of the stuff." Brittany nodded absently and then rather suddenly made a turn and spun around to grin brightly at Blaine, while still mostly on Kurt's lap. "I wonder what you taste like." With those words she all but pounced at Blaine and kissed him with what Kurt guessed was probably tongue. It was definitely a short experience, short enough for Blaine to remain in shock the entire time.
Brittany pulled back licking her lips and giggled. "You taste like lollies." Blaine just blinked with wide eyes at the blonde. "Red-vines." He murmured absently.
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The next day, Kurt and Blaine were walking through the grounds of Dalton together and rubbing their hands for friction against the cold. "Kurt?" Blaine said as he slowed his pace. "Hmm?" Kurt hummed as he watched a stray leaf fall to the ground from a tall oak. "I was just thinking, about yesterday-" Blaine's tone of voice caught Kurt's attention. "Yeah Blaine?" He said with a raised brow. Blaine drew in a deep breath, the cold air forming as steam as he blew it back out again. "Yesterday that girl was all over you and then she kissed me and it was kind of gross, but that's not the point. The point is, you are gay, aren't you Kurt?"
It took a split second and all the tension melted away. Kurt started to giggle ridiculously. "Yes Blaine. Yes." He managed through his giggling. "Good." Blaine nodded to himself. "So what was with that-" Blaine started uncertainly. "She's just like that Blaine. Imagine a social butterfly and now change the word social to something a bit more inappropriate." Kurt blushed slightly but kept his voice even. "You never actually-" Kurt shook his head profusely. "God no; we went about as far as a passionate Kiss." Blaine bobbed his head slowly. "Okay then." They went back to walking in silence as the sun sank slightly lower above the green hills in the background.
"Who's Santana?" Blaine asked abruptly. Kurt fought the urge to physically face-palm. "In the not-so-wise words of the great Noah Puckerman: a sex shark." Blaine seemed relatively happy with that response and didn't ask anything else. "Oh and one more thing," Kurt actually did face-palm. He rolled his eyes and looked to Blaine expectantly. "Did I hear Brittany call you 'Kurtie'." Kurt turned a brilliant shade of red to match the autumn leaves. Blaine's laughter could be heard all the way to the science blocks.
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A/N: Hey Guys! Sorry about the huge time gap between chapters but I never said these would be regular, or existent for that matter. But alas, here they are. Anyway, I feel like the chapter previously entitled chapter two wasn't good enough or the right kind of story to be here, so I've made it leave this story and go out on its own. Basically, I'm just going to post that as some random drabble/One-shot on its own. Did you guys like the Brittany Chapter? The next one will involve the game Never have I Ever, but it's a working progress. I guess the amount of time it takes me to finish will just depend on how many reviews pop up. *wink wink