Hey everybody, stories getting to the winding down point. And I just wanted to thank you all for you kind words of support. I got a reminder today that isn't always the way with Fanfiction. I got a few very hateful reviews on one of my other stories, so it's just really nice to have one where the readers are so kind, it really means a lot to me. But I guess that's the risk you run when writing slash, even with warnings people still feel the need to go in and hate.
Now, I will warn you all. I will be making a comment at the end of the story that will be entirely in caps to express my feelings about last weeks episode of Glee. SO if you haven't seen the episode 'Original song' there will be a spoiler there.
On to the thank yous.
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I Don't Own Glee
X
Kurt's face was buried deep in his pillows, not able to control his crying.
The door was pushed open casually. "Kurt, I got your text, what's the 911?"
"Blaine!" Kurt wailed, throwing himself from the bed on onto Blaine, who sagged slightly under the sudden weight. He kicked the door shut with his foot, one arm holding Kurt up, the other rubbing circles in his back while Kurt cried into his shoulder.
"Oh! Okay, hey, it's alright. Shhh, calm down, can you tell me what's wrong?"
"I-I-I...Flint he...We-had...We had..."
"He didn't...He didn't force you into anything did he?" Blaine asked, panicked.
Kurt shook his head, hiccuping slightly. "No, nothing like that," Kurt assured, before adding a resentful kind of chuckle. "If only that were the biggest problem."
"What?" Blaine gasped, pulling back. "Kurt!"
"Sorry. I don't mean it like that, I just..." Kurt's voice tightened, his eyes welling up again. "I'm not sure he's my boyfriend anymore."
Blaine waited for his brain to catch up before he began to speak again. "What happened?"
"We got into this huge fight. I think he's been cheating on me."
"Why would you think that?" Blaine asked, his heart giving a heavy lurch.
"There's all these little things," Kurt started, sitting down on his bed. "Found someone else's T-shirt in his bed and that was something I wasn't able to reason away. Not like the jacket or the sock or the E-mail."
"What did Flint say?"
"He denied it. But I'm not stupid. All that stuff doesn't happen by coincidence."
"I suppose," Blaine shrugged, his hands digging deep into his pockets, to hide his clenched fists. "I'm really sorry Kurt. That sounds awful."
"I'm not silly enough to think we'd be together forever, but I thought...I just thought..." And Kurt erupted in another wave of tears.
Blaine settled himself next to Kurt on the bed, shushing him gently. "Alright, calm down, it's okay." He wrapped his arms around Kurt. Laying them down on the bed, Kurt's crying face buried into his chest. "You're gonna be okay."
So Blaine stayed there, holding Kurt until they both fell asleep.
X
An obnoxious robotic beep paraded though Blaines ears, waking him. He raised his head slightly, looking around, the memory of last night coming back to him.
"Kurt?" Blaine spoke to the still sleeping boy, nudging him slightly. "You've got to wake up, we have class."
"Hmm, what?" Kurt mumbled.
"You have to get ready for class," Blaine reiterated. "It's already seven."
"What happened?" Kurt asked, sitting up, rubbing his eyes.
"We fell asleep. How are you feeling?"
"Is it too cliche if I say empty?"
"If you don't feel like going today you can play sick if you want," Blaine offered.
"No, I'm okay," Kurt said, getting up. "You should go get ready, I'll see you later."
Blaine nodded, heading to the door. "You sure you'll be okay?"
"I'll be fine. Thank you."
Blaine smiled tentatively, leaving Kurt's rooming and heading towards his own, not seeing Flint standing at the other end of the hall, looking as though he had been punched in the gut.
X
Flint didn't show up at Warblers rehearsal. Wes started business as usual, but Jeff raised a curious hand. "I'm sorry, but, where's Flint? He was in class today, so where is he? Is there something wrong?"
Wes cleared his throat, turning his gavel over in his hands. "Well, I wasn't going to say anything til after practice but, let's just get this out of the way. Flint has resigned from the Warblers."
The whole room came alive with muttering's.
"What?"
"Why?"
Wes gave a bang of his gavel, calling for order. "He came to me earlier today and told me he was quitting. He wouldn't say why."
"Kurt do you know why– "
"It's not our business," David interrupted. "We should keep working."
"Yes we should," Wes agreed. "Places then, let's get to work."
X
Kurt hurried out of rehearsal as soon as it was done, running non stop to his destination, knowing he was on the right track when he found the doors unlocked.
"I thought I'd find you here," Kurt said quietly, looking at the tall figure silhouetted against the skyline, standing on one of the arch openings of the tower.
Flint didn't turn, but kept his gaze off towards the horizon. "I didn't think you would come looking."
"Wes told us you quit the Warblers."
"Yep, that would be correct."
Kurt watched for a moment, unnerved by the shuffling of Flint's already precariously placed feet. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," Flint shrugged.
"Would you please step down?" Kurt asked seriously, not wanting any of this nonsense.
Flint gave a little chuckle. "I'm not going to jump, if that's what you think."
"Just, come down. It would make me feel much better," Kurt pleaded.
"Forgive me, but I'm not very concerned right now with how you feel. I mean, I am, a little bit, but right now I'm feeling really shitty. Not shitty enough to throw myself off the clock tower, I'm not so stupid, whatever you might think."
"Please," Kurt repeated, stepping forward. "Just take a step down and talk to me properly."
Flint turned his head, still remaining on the ledge. "Do you really think I'm cheating on you? Or was it just some ploy you've come up with as an excuse to break up?"
"What?"
"Or just so you wouldn't feel guilty about having Blaine stay the night in your room? I was coming to see you this morning. I wanted to talk to you, fix things, sort everything out. I didn't expect to see him leaving your room." Flint's tone was heavy, but he finally stepped back down on the floor. "Broke my heart actually."
"Blaine came over last night because I was upset. He was trying to make me feel better."
"And did he?"
Kurt folded his arms, looking cross. "I fell asleep crying if you must know. Happy?"
"Of course I'm not happy," Flint growled. "What about any of this is supposed to make me happy?"
"Why did you quit the Warblers?" Kurt redirected.
Flint sighed despairingly. "If you aren't my boyfriend I can't look at you everyday. I can't be around you and not be able to touch you or talk to you."
"You're just going to hide from me then?"
"Why don't you believe me?" Flint wondered, letting his fist hit the wall. "I forgave you, when you lied to me about the Blaine thing. I forgave you, and you can't do the same for me."
"I confessed and I apologized," Kurt reminded him.
"Well I have nothing to confess. I'm sorry we fought, but we were fighting over nothing."
Kurt shook his head, his eyes watering. "I don't believe that."
"Then you don't trust me. And you certainly don't love me."
"Don't tell me how I feel!" Kurt snapped angrily.
"Maybe the universe is trying to tell us something. All these things that keep getting in the way, maybe it's happening for a reason."
"No," Kurt snarled. "You don't get to play some stupid fate card, that's nonsense."
"You think I want to believe that?" Flint bit out. "Of course I don't. But what else am I supposed to think. It's a lot less painful hoping that maybe we simply aren't supposed to work than thinking you're doing this so you can leave me for someone else guilt free."
"I don't want to leave you."
"Then don't," Flint offered, taking Kurt in his arms. "Trust me. Believe me when I say there is no one else and we can be happy again."
Kurt pulled away, chewing on his lips. "I can't."
X
"Blaine?" Wes said, sitting down across from him. "We need to talk."
"What's up?" Blaine asked.
David frowned slightly. "Flint and Kurt are splitting because Kurt thinks he was cheating."
Blaine shifted in his seat."Well Kurt mentioned...That's really awful."
"It is," David agreed. "But we don't think Flint's been cheating on him."
"Oh."
"We think it's a set up," Wes expanded.
"Why would...why would you think that?"
Wes fixed him with a firm and caring gaze. "Blaine, you're our best friend. Nothing could change that, ever, okay? You know that right?'
"Well, yes of course," Blaine nodded. "But what does–"
"Chelsea Wilson," David inserted quickly. "You need to tell us what you have been up to with Chelsea Wilson."
Blaine looked down. "I don't know what you mean."
"Hey," Wes breathed kindly, rubbing Blaine's shoulder. "You're safe with us. But you have to tell us the truth and we can help you fix it. We aren't mad at you. We just want to help."
"I-I..I'm not..."
"Blaine. It's okay."
And it all spilled from Blaine. Every little detail breaking from him in hurried and shamefully speech. He confessed the first meeting in the coffee shop, the agreement, the instructions and the
decoy scarf he had to wear to plant the seeds of doubt. Kissing Kurt at the store so Chelsea could see and tell Flint. And he told them he wanted to get out of it. Told him how he had refused to be a part of her plotting any longer but she blackmailed him! He didn't have a choice.
He confessed how she hounded him for weeks. How she was spraying Flint's things so they would smell of some else. The different clothes she had planted to make it appear there was somebody else. The E-mail she made him send. And Blaine apologized. Over and over again he said he was sorry, that he hadn't meant to.
"She get's a hold of you. I don't know how to explain it. I'm so sorry," Blaine finished, his head falling into his hands.
"It's okay," David promised. "Chelsea is manipulative, it's what she does. It's okay. We're going to help you fix this."
Wes moved over to wrap a comforting arm around Blaine's shoulder while David busied himself with his phone.
"Hey, this is David...Yes...We need your help."
X
Several days later Flint found himself holding up in the commons. He didn't dare go to the lunch room for fear of running into Kurt. Most of his energy was spent on avoiding anywhere he might be. Seeing him right now hurt more than not seeing him, even if it was only a small difference.
"Hey Flint."
Flint looked up, surprised to see Blaine. "What do you want?"
"I want to help you," Blaine admitted. "I want to help you get Kurt back"
Flint looked at him disbelieving. "And why would you want to do that?"
"Because he loves you," Blaine pointed out honestly. "Messy break up regardless he still wants you. And you want him back too, so why make you both miserable when it's easy to have what you want."
"I can't change his mind," Flint told him. "If he knows something then he knows and he won't be persuaded otherwise. It doesn't matter that it isn't true." Flint rose, looking ready to leave.
"Just hear me out," Blaine said, stopping him. "What do you think you could do to get him back?"
"If he doesn't trust me–"
"No. If that wasn't an issue. What would you do to apologize."
Flint rubbed his neck. "I suppose I'd make some grand gesture. Something he would appreciate and believe I really meant."
"Then do that. Worry about the other thing later. Just make the grand gesture first."
"Why are you helping me?" Flint wondered, looking genuinely confused. "I thought...you have feeling for him, don't you?"
"Kurt's my best friend. And you make him happy, right now he's miserable so I'm gonna fix that."
"Best friend or not, it's not your job to–"
"That's not all though," Blaine interjected.
"What do you mean?"
"Can I tell you later? Let's just work on getting you two back together and then I'll tell you everything. I promise."
There was a long and filled pause between them. Weighted with conflict of their past situations as well as the tentative friendship they had once shared. "Okay," Flint agreed, holding his hand out for Blaine to shake. "What's life without a little trust."
X
Okay
Gonna Rant
So Run if you didn't watch Original Song
PRAISE TO WHATEVER DEITY OR CELESTIAL BODY YOU WANT TO BECAUSE KALINE IS REAL! KLAINE EXIST! BLAINE FINALLY KISSED KURT AND IT WAS THE GREATEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN ON TV IN A VERY LONG TIME! THANK YOU WRITERS OF GLEE! THANK YOU FOR FINALLY GIVING THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT AND LET APRIL ARRIVE WITH SPEED SO GLEE MAY CONTINUE AND MORE KLAINE CAN ENSUE.
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