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Kurt was dreading interaction with Blaine the following Monday morning. Biting his lip, Kurt lowered his eyes to the phone trembling in his shaking hand. Still smarting from yesterday's punch, terribly angry at Blaine's actions, and also deathly afraid, Kurt decided he didn't want to break up with Blaine face-to-face. Choosing the pettiest way possible (and not by choice, but by force of hand), Kurt texted him.
To Blaine: I broke up with you the moment you punched me. Have fun living the single life.
Quickly logging on to facebook before going to school, Kurt changed his relationship status. He felt lighter somehow. Like a giant weight had been lifted off his back.
The feeling stayed all throughout school, but also underlined with a hint of dread. He had managed to avoid Blaine for the time being, but he knew it would be impossible once he stepped foot to Glee. He had put on a pair of fashionable black sunglasses that he knew looked fabulous on him to cover up the black eye. Everyone had glanced at it questionably but just figured it was another fashion statement. Thank the Lord they did. He really did not want to mention how he got a black eye.
"Hey Boo," Mercedes said, brows furrowed and concerned, startling Kurt from his thoughts. "What's wrong?"
Kurt forced a smile. "Nothing."
He felt an arm link to his right and another to his left. Another set of arms wrapped itself around his shoulders from his back. Santana and Brittany marched on with his arms, like nothing was out of the ordinary, but Quinn whispered from the back, "We saw your facebook page."
Oh. Right. Brittany tilted her head to Kurt and frowned. "Don't be sad, little unicorn," she told Kurt gently. "If you cry, you're going to make me cry."
"Don't you dare make Britt cry, Lady Hummel," threatened Santana, but Kurt knew it was just her way of showing concern.
Mercedes looked confused, but she showed her undying support by hugging Kurt gently (and avoiding all the cheerleaders) and whispering in his ear that she was always available if he needed any help. Rachel skipped along with them, but one look at Kurt's face stopped her. Frowning gently, she planted a sloppy kiss on his temple and asked, "All better? If you want, I could sing a song for you later. Daddy says it always makes him feel better, and I'm sure you'll feel refreshed once you've heard my voice."
That was Rachel's self-centered way of showing that she cared, and Kurt appreciated it. He knew Rachel was trying.
Tina blinked at Kurt when she caught sight of him and slowed to a stop in front of him. Her eyes were watery and she said, "If he doesn't make you happy, then I won't nag. I thought you two were forever, but that's okay." Suddenly turning fierce, she said, "If Blaine did something bad to you, tell me so I can bitch-slap him." Santana crowed in agreement, and Tina walked alongside Kurt and the girls, showing her encouragement.
Blinking back sudden tears, Kurt had to grin, because hey. Blaine against Kurt and his girls was almost laughable. Did he mention that Santana was among his girls?
Kurt kissed the heads of Santana and Brittany and smiled. The moment the group stepped into Glee, everyone was silent. Finn shuffled to Kurt and held out his hands. Kurt couldn't help it: he ran over to Finn had hugged him back. "Kurt," Finn said hoarsely. "If that fucking hobbit did anything to you, tell me. I'll beat him up, okay dude?"
Kurt smiled wobbly. "Finn Hudson, what did I tell you about violence?"
Finn ducked his head, but a smile peeked through.
Honestly, Kurt loved his family. And then, everything got better when Puck and Sam came over to tell Kurt that they were ready to beat the living shit out of Blaine if Kurt wanted to, and Kurt just pointed to Finn and told them that Finn knew his answer. Mike, who hadn't really been close, had his fists bunched up. He nodded once at Kurt and said, "Blaine goes anywhere near you and I will let loose one of these babies." Mike kissed his fists. "I know you're like a pacifist or something, but I'm just warning you."
Tina beamed at Mike and leaned to kiss him. Kurt was truthfully touched, and he grinned at Mike. "Thanks." Everything seemed perfect. All he needed was Sebastian to be here.
Wait.
What?
Brushing that thought away and not noticing the classic shade of pink dusting his cheeks, Kurt looked down to the floor when the door swung open to reveal the one and only Blaine Anderson. Quinn rested her chin on Kurt's shoulders and played with his hair, but Kurt could feel the stiff tension in her fingers. Santana growled something animalistic, and Brittany squeezed his hand, placing her head on the hollow of his neck.
Did Kurt ever mention that he loved his girls?
Blaine headed straight to Kurt with anger blazing in those hazel eyes. "You have no right to-"
"To what, Blaine?" Kurt cut in curtly. "I have no right to what? Say it aloud, bright and clear, to the Glee class. Go ahead, I dare you." Already, Blaine's appearance dampened Kurt's mood.
"Fine. Kurt, you have no right to be going on a date with Sebastian fuh-ruking Smythe while you were still dating me. Ever heard of something called cheating, Kurt?" Blaine demanded in a loud voice.
God. Kurt felt like laughing, because honestly? Blaine Anderson, whom Kurt had witnessed with Sebastian kissing a random guy in a parking lot and then taking him to a fancy French restaurant, was lecturing Kurt about cheating? This was fucking rich.
"Oh, you mean the karaoke?" Kurt asked innocently, affecting a cherubic air and widening those eyes ever so slightly. After a moment, he shed the act away and laughed bitterly. "Are you serious Blaine? Honestly? You of all people can't be talking to me about cheating. Did you really forget your makeout session in front of the Lima Bean so easily? Or, I don't know, your date with the same guy in Lachatelaine Bakery? Blaine, you fucking hyocrite."
Santana looked at Kurt proudly. Kurt almost never cursed, and when he did, it was an occasion to celebrate. Blaine's face contorted and he was about to answer Kurt back when Mr. Schue (God bless that man, thought Kurt in relief) walked in, clapping his hands. Before Mr. Schue could ask who wanted to sing, Blaine's hand shot , Rachel slapped his hand down and raised her hand up, sitting prim and proper and lady-like. Mr. Schue wrinkled his nose. "Uh, Rachel, I think Blaine-"
"Rachel raised her hand first," Santana growled to Mr. Schue. He gave a small "eep!" at Santana's murderous expression and nodded.
"You have to floor, Rachel," he said eagerly, avoiding Santana.
"Thank you," said Rachel politely. "Two years ago, I made up a song in case any of my friends were cheated or scorned or broken during a relationship, and today seems to be the day! I have the tape right here in my bag." Rachel dug through her little white purse and triumphantly came up with a shiny disk.
Mercedes raised a brow, and Mike whispered to Tina, "She just carries those around?" Tina wisely shrugged.
"Ahem," Rachel said clearing her throat. After hitting play, Rachel immediately posed somberly.
"First glance, you seemed good
Second time, babe, you're okay.
Third time, somethin' seems wrong,
Tryin' to cover it up, but honey, you're a rookie
Told ya once, told ya twice, told ya three times in a row
You hurt my baby, you hurt my sweetheart,
Then darlin', you're gonna get the show.
Didn't think you'd get caught, didn't you?
Didn't think I'd find out.
But that's where you're wrong, you liar,
I told you, but you ignored
You lousy no good lout.
Told ya once, told ya twice, told ya three times in a row,
You hurt my baby, you hurt my sweetheart,
Then darlin' you're gonna get the show."
The song was surprisingly good for a song that Rachel Berry composed, and she was glaring daggers at Blaine anyway, so that definitely earned her some extra points. She huffed and threw her head back, her hair flying this way and that. Finn gazed dreamily at her.
"Should've seen it all comin', really
How could I be so blind?
My darling sweetie abused, used to be so refined
Now all he's doing is mopin' and cryin' and it's because I didn't defend.
Fooled me once, fool me twice, but now, never again.
Told ya once, told ya twice, told ya three times in a row,
You hurt my baby, you hurt my sweetheart,
Then darlin' you're gonna get the show
Didn't think you'd get caught, didn't you?
Didn't think I'd find out
But that's where you're wrong, you liar
I told you, and you ignored
You lousy, no good lout."
And just like that, the song ended. A few hesitant claps occurred, but Finn stood up and clapped enthusiastically. Rachel beamed and leaned in to kiss Finn's cheek. "Thank you, Finnie," she cooed.
Santana grimaced but continued clapping. Brittany fell asleep during the song and she was startled awake by Quinn's jab to her back. "The dolphins are under attack!" she cried out, but everyone ignored her for the time being. "Oh," breathed Brittany. "Just a silly dream."
Blaine shot up and said with agonizing politeness, "I believe it's my turn."
"Just fucking sit down, Anderson," snarled Santana. Blaine would not be put down that easily.
"What happened to a free country, Santana?" he asked coolly.
"Exactly," Santana was quick to reply back. "I know what you're talking about. The free country where people came break up and not cause a ruckus. Oh, I remember that country."
Blaine was once again interrupted, but no by Mr. Schue but by...Sebastian?
Kurt was gaping at Sebastian. "What? Bas? How did you…?"
Sebastian flashed him a genuine smile before giving everyone a smirk. "Just wanted Sunshine here" -Kurt blushed deep red and growled, "I thought we discussed this"- "to be alright. You know, a checkup. Looks like I came just in time," he added with a disgusted look towards Blaine.
"Hello Sebastian," Blaine said with barely controlled disgust.
"Anderson," Sebastian acknowledged his existence. "Much as I love to get all macho with you later, Blainers old boy, me and Kurt have somewhere special to go."
"We do?" asked Kurt, confused.
"Yes, we do," said Sebastian, trying to get Kurt to play along with his eyes.
"I don't-oomph yes I do of course I do let's go Sebastian come on," wheezed Kurt in a hurry. Quinn smiled in satisfaction at her sharp elbow. Apparently, hitting it right in that little spot on his neck seemed to work to get Kurt in order.
"Great," Sebastian breathed in relief. "I was hoping that I didn't miss Lacrosse for nothing. Bye Nude Erections." Sebastian turned to go, then turned back, smiling apologetically. "Oh, I almost forget Blainers here. See you Blaine, at...seven? We can get all manly then. Not that I need to, that is," Sebastian added.
"It would be my pleasure," hissed Blaine, and Sebastian nodded happily.
"Good! Then, it's all settled. Come on Sunshine-don't give me that look Kurt-let's go," Sebastian said enthusiastically. Pulling Kurt along, Kurt couldn't help but wonder what Sebastian was planning.
Author's Note: Done! Okay, whadya think of this chapter? I wonder what Sebastian's planning…also, don't forget to review! Tell me what you think and what you want in the next chapter. Seriously. I'm open for anything. Remember, review!