Hi there again here's Chapter 8. I hope you enoy it!

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Kurt texted me about an hour ago asking for directions to my house. He should be here any minute. I tugged on my worn shirt. I knew it wasn't what Kurt probably would ever wear. I figured I might as well be comfortable in an old T-shirt and jeans. I hoped I didn't have to spend a lot of money on clothes. I mostly wanted to do this to spend time with Kurt, but it couldn't hurt to have more stylish clothes. As I was thinking about changing my clothes the door bell rang. My stomach filled with hundreds of butterflies. I took a moment to take a deep breath then went to go answer the door.

I opened it to find Kurt with flushed cheeks and hands stuffed in his coat. "Ready to go?" He smiled. My knees almost gave out.

This was tougher than I thought. I couldn't make my body move. Kurt stared at me expectantly and I managed to take a step. I grabbed my jacket from the couch, locked up and followed Kurt to his car. This time he opened the door for me. I was taken aback and pleasantly surprised. But he seemed to be moving on auto-pilot. His movements were rigid and did not have his normal gracefulness.

Kurt settled into the driver's seat. I put my hand on his hand, forestalling him from starting the car even though it was so cold I was pretty sure my nipples could cut glass, I needed to make sure he was okay. I did my best to ignore the tingles that shot through our connected hands. Maybe last night did freak him out. In the light of day something's don't seem like such good ideas.

"Are you okay?" I asked. My stomach tied up in knots along with the damn butterflies that didn't want to go away.

Kurt looked at our connected hands then at me. He put on a forced smiled that didn't reach his eyes. "I'm fine. Let's go get you some clothes." Kurt pulled his hand away and started the car. We drove to the mall in silence. His mind was somewhere else. I wish I was. This wasn't what I wanted. This sucked.

Kurt parked the car in front of Dillards near the doors. I trudged behind him, not sure how to make everything like it was last night before Blaine showed up. I slapped my hand against my forehead. Blaine. That must be why Kurt was acting a little weird. That guy will never cease to screw with my love life.

Kurt took me to a store where he proceeded to pick clothes at random. I had a pile of clothes to try on. I went to the dressing room. Kurt waited outside the door. I pulled on a too tight shirt with too big pants. I looked at myself in the mirror. Not a good look for me. I could do better dressing in the dark from my own closet. I shrugged, opened the dressing room door and went to show Kurt what I had on. He leaned against the wall opposite the door, phone in hand, staring intently at the screen. My temper flared. It was rude to be on the phone when you were out with someone else. Or at least that was what I considered rude. I quelled my anger and focused on getting Kurt's attention. It was proving hard to do.

"Kurt," I said his name and no answer. I rolled my eyes and went back in the changing room. After this happened two more times. I thought of something that would definitely get Kurt's attention.

I stripped down to my boxers. I stepped out of the dressing room holding my arms out to the sides. "How does this look?" I asked. I was fed up with Kurt not paying attention.

Kurt kept his eyes glued to the screen of his phone, fingers zipping over the screen. "Great. We'll get it."

My cheeks flushed red, cover my ears and some of my neck. I put my arms down at my sides, fists clenched, and all my muscles tense. "Kurt," I growled.

Kurt looked up, blushing to the roots of his hair line. "What are you doing?" Kurt's eyes lingered over my body longer than was necessary which made me feel hot for reason I didn't want to think about then. Kurt averted his gaze after a few seconds. He put his phone back in his pocket, eyes staying on the ceiling.

"Seeing if you're paying attention. Obviously not. I think you should take me home."

"Dave," Kurt said. I closed the dressing room door effectively cutting off any more communication.

I slumped against the door, all my energy drained. I wanted to cry. I didn't know why. Because Kurt didn't have all his concentration on me? I should be used to it by now. I wish it didn't hurt so much. Kurt knocked on the door, startling me out of thoughts.

"Come on, Dave. Open up and then we will really get you some clothes. I promise."

I dressed slowly. I was tired. I didn't want to shop anymore. I opened the door with the pile of clothes Kurt originally got for me. He winced when he saw me. "I'm sorry. I was distracted. I'm here now and we'll get you the right clothes. Hand those to me. I'll put them away then get you the right sizes. I don't know what I was thinking when I picked out half this stuff." He gave a stiff laugh. I gazed at him dully, shoulders slumped.

I stayed by the door of the dressing room. I didn't know what to do. If I was with Kurt it would hurt. I didn't want to hurt. Kurt came back with a new set of clothes along with a couple of belts. I took them and went in the room without saying a word to him. This time the clothes fit perfectly. I didn't care. The whole day was a bust. I didn't show Kurt the clothes. I came out with them and handed them to him.

"I'm going to go use the restroom." I took off with at a brisk walk, not waiting for Kurt's reply.

I wandered around the mall for about ten minutes trying to shake off the funk I was in. It helped a little. By the time I got back to the store I wasn't ready to run away from Kurt. He paced in front of the store, a smile lit up his face when he saw me. "There you are. I thought you fell in."

"Nah." I had nothing else to say.

Kurt's brow furrowed, a frown adorning his features. "What's wrong?"

I scuffed my shoe against the tile. "Nothing. Listen I'm not feeling well. Could you take me home?"

"Yeah." Kurt didn't comment further, the clothes forgotten.

Kurt took me home. He walked me to my door, but didn't leave when I opened the door. I almost asked him if he wanted to come in, but the words were stuck in my throat.

"Dave, I'm sorry about today. I know we were supposed to go shopping and it didn't turn out well. I have a lot on my mind and…"

He had my interest now. I leaned my back against the front door. "And?"

"I'm thinking about getting back together with Blaine." Kurt didn't meet my eyes.

My world crumbled around me. My heart stopped then started beating faster. I felt dizzy. What did Kurt say?

"What?"

"We started talking last night. I still love him even if you made a stupid mistake."

I choked. "He cheated on you."

Kurt's eyes narrowed at me. "You don't have to remind me."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Apparently I do because you don't seem to remember."

"He's my first love.'

"And you're mine."

Kurt and I fell silent after that. He looked all around us then cleared his throat. "Last night was great, but it's Blaine."

Kurt should've slapped me or something. I would've liked that much more than this. "Whatever."

"I'd still like to be friends."

"No. I think it's best if you go now. We shouldn't talk for a while."

"But Dave…"

"Go." I went inside and slammed the door. Kurt knocked on it a few times. I didn't open the door. I heard him say a few colorful words, start his car and leave. I slid to the floor, pulled my legs to my chest and let out of all my hurt and sadness in quiet sobs that no one heard.

Yay! Chapter 8 is finished

Chapter 9 will be posted soon