That Thursday at school was probably the best Thursday of Kurt Hummel's life. The hockey team was out for the day traveling for a game, so no harassment or slushies' to the face. And after a day like yesterday, who wouldn't be happy? Spending a whole day in bed with Blaine, cuddling, feeding each other food, laughing, and… well, other things that are too inappropriate to even think about as he walked down the hall towards his love's locker. It was almost the end of the day, only one hour to go and it was Glee. He hoped he would be able to sing today and not have to listen to Rachel go on about how they need to figure out their set list for Regionals. He didn't want the stress of that today. As he approached his and Blaine's locker, he couldn't help but smile. There he was. The love of his life was standing there in front of the mirror in his locker, messing with the messy mop of curls that was lying on his head, his shirt hugging his big baby bump perfectly. Kurt comes up behind him, slipping his arms protectively around his tummy, resting his hands on it as he presses a loving kiss just below his lover's ear.
"You know…" Kurt says softly, nuzzling his face against his neck as he drew in a deep breath, feeling the soft fabric of his scarf, "I really didn't want yesterday or the night before end… we should do that more often."
"I have a lot of hickeys in places that one should not have hickeys." Blaine laughs and shakes his head, causing a few curls to fall into his eyes. The motion almost made Kurt breathless and distracted him so he couldn't hear the next thing the fell from his boyfriend's gorgeous lips.
"I'm sorry, what?" He looks at him through the mirror and smiles, "What did you say?"
"I said- wait, why are you staring at me like that?" He turns around in his arms, closing his locker as he smiles, "Did you really not hear anything I said?"
"Only the part about having hickeys in strange places." The countertenor grins and tightens his arms around the shorter boy, pulling him closer, "Didn't quite catch the rest. Sorry."
"Well I said that I'm glad most of them are easy coverage." He grins back, his eyes sparkling, "Blaine Anderson doesn't wear scarfs inside for fashion, you know. In case you haven't noticed, I'm more of a bowtie kind of guy."
"Oh, I've noticed." Kurt laughs, ignoring the bell that signaled that they had one more minute to get to class before they were late, "Trust meeemmmmmmpphh..." He closes his eyes and sighs against his boyfriend's lips, instantly kissing him back firmly.
"Hmm…" Blaine hums happily before pulling back with a smile, letting his eyes flutter back open, "Sorry. I didn't catch that. What were you saying?"
"Oh, now who's the comedian?" Kurt grins and leans in again, bringing their lips together in another firm but loving kiss.
Blaine leans back against the lockers and slips his arms around Kurt's neck, mumbling into the kiss, "We should get to Glee before we're la-" He was cut off by the final late bell.
"Mmm…" He sighs and parts his lips slightly, taking Blaine's bottom lip and nibbling on it softly, "We're already late anyway…"
Remember how today was the best Thursday of Kurt Hummel's life? Well, he was very wrong. When they got home and Blaine went upstairs for his usual nap after school, Burt hands him his letter. By letter, he means his NYADA rejection letter. Although he out on a brave face and a smile for his dad, he was crushed. Not only did he not get into the one school he's been dreaming about all year, but now he would be stuck here in stupid Lima, Ohio for the rest of his miserable life. A town full of homophobic Neanderthals that didn't dream bigger than working at a fast food place with all of their Neanderthal buddies, having Neanderthal children that would grow up to be just as stupid and closed-minded as their Neanderthal parents; and thus the cycle starts over again, Kurt not being able to fit in, being bullied until he dies a slow, miserable death. After doing his best to coax his father into believing that he really was okay, and that it was okay if he went out to dinner with Carole, he would be fine here with Blaine… the two adults finally left, saying their soft goodbyes. As soon as they were gone, Kurt trudges to his room and starts to clean. He honestly didn't care if he woke Blaine… which he did in the first ten minutes of said cleaning.
"Hey…" Blaine says, slowly sitting up in bed as he squints at his boyfriend curiously, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, "What are you doing?"
"What the hell does it look like?" Kurt snaps, not bothering to look at him, "I'm cleaning. My room is a mess thanks to you. God, why do you have to be such a slob?"
"Um…" He frowns and slowly stands to his feet, struggling for a moment due to his belly, "I'm going to go to the bathroom, and when I come back we can talk about whatever is upsetting you."
"What's upsetting me is the fact that my boyfriend doesn't know how to pick up after himself!" He shouts, grabbing a pair of jeans off the floor, "You can't even… there is a perfectly good hamper over there! The least you could do is put them in there since I do everything around here!"
Blaine rolls his eyes and walks to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him, "Stop being such an ass!"
Kurt glares at the bathroom door, yelling, "Oh yeah! I'm being ass because I don't want a boyfriend who can't do a damn thing for himself!"
"Whatever…" He flushes the toilet and washes his hands, walking back out, "Do you want me to do the laundry? Because I will! All you have to do is ask!"
"No, just get the hell away from me." He keeps walking around the room, picking up things, straightening pictures, "Everything's ruined."
"I don't think this is about the laundry." He frowns and stares at his boyfriend, watching him, "What happened? Please talk to me."
"What happened?" Kurt looks at him, anger twisting his face, "I met you, that's what happened." He regretted the words as soon as he saw the look on Blaine's face.
"Wait, what?" Blaine swallows hard, ignoring the tears threatening to fill his eyes, "What?"
He couldn't stop the words from falling from his lips; it was like word vomit, "It's your fault I'm going to be stuck in this stupid town for the rest of my life."
"Why is it my fault?" He sniffs and shakes his head, a hand lying on his stomach, "Kurt, I don't… I never asked you to stay here. I told you to go to New York. I t-told you I'd be fine for the year you'd be gone before I could join you. We already talked about this."
Stop it, Kurt. Think about what you're saying. "I wish I'd never even met you. All you've done is distract me from my dream, and now I'm never going to get into NYADA! They didn't let me in because of you! If it weren't for you, I would have been able to focus on my dream!" Oh Blaine, I'm so sorry. I don't mean it. Please see that I don't mean it.
"Oh." He slowly nods, tears filling his eyes, "Well… if you… if you feel that way, then why don't you just break up with me and leave at that, huh? What's the point? If you're so fucking miserable with me, why don't you just end it?"
Because I don't feel that way, I love you, you're everything. "Maybe I should."
"Maybe you should." A tear slips down his cheek and he quickly wipes it away, "I don't want to hold you back. That's the last thing I want to do." He sits down and starts to pull on his shoes.
Oh God, please don't leave. "Just leave. I don't even want to look at you right now." He turns his back to him and starts to clean again.
"What do you think I'm doing?" He stands once he's done and looks at Kurt, "So this is it? You're just… done? Just like that?"
"Get out." No…
"S-sure." He licks his lips, letting his tears fall freely, "I'm sorry, Kurt. You… you can still see Peanut when she's born… if you want to." He frowns more and looks down, "I'll come back to get my stuff tomorrow…" He takes a deep breath and shakes his head, grabbing his wallet and heading for the door.
Stop him! What are you doing? He turns to look at him, "Blaine?"
"Yeah?" He turns slightly, his eyes lightly up slightly with hope.
"You should wear a coat. It's kind of chilly out." Dammit, Kurt.
"O-okay. Thanks." He holds back a sob and grabs his coat, walking out with a loud slam of the door.
As soon as he hears the front door slam, Kurt collapses onto the bed, his body numb. What the hell did he just do?
Okay, so before anyone rips me a new one for Kurt being all OC... I don't really see it that way. I feel that if Kurt didn't get into NYADA he would be upset... he wouldn't want to tell anyone because he's embarrassed and he would hold it in; he'd be hurt and angry... and he would take it out on the people he loves. And that just happened to be Blaine. So don't kill me(: Tell me what you think!
And the Valentine's Day episode made me die... BLAINE'S HEART EYE-PATCH. :D