A/N: Okay chapter two guys. It's up rather quick but I still get like tons of work so this will probably be a one off. I apologise to some of my readers because I use the british spelling XD Anyway I hope you like it. Also, depicting character personalities is hard for me so if anyone can give me any tips if you want that would be great haha Also I wrote the beginning before I saw pot 'o' gold and Kurt is slightly showing his territorial side. I'm not very good with insults so sorry about how lame they are.
Warning: If I have to put a warning I'll have to say there is a miniscule amount of violence, I mean tiny, so tiny I don't know why I put a warning, so anyway enjoy. Or not, that's up to you really :)
Kurt lay on his bed, his face buried into his pillow so far his head almost disappeared. Kurt had finished feeling sorry for himself hours ago, now he just felt annoyed, annoyed at Blaine for being so honest and dumping him in a rather tactful way so that Kurt couldn't hate him, annoyed at the way his sweater didn't hang right, annoyed that Finn had had complete control of the T.V for the past two hours, annoyed that there was no Ben & Jerry's ice cream in the house, but mainly he was annoyed at himself.
Why couldn't he have left it alone? Maybe if he hadn't reacted the way he had Blaine wouldn't have had second thoughts... Then again there was Sebastian. That's it, Sebastian! He had to have something to do with this! No way would Blaine have thought all those things on his own, Blaine wasn't naturally suspicious of anyone hence why he hadn't believed Kurt when he had told him Sebastian liked him. Oh Sebastian must be clever to plant such obvious thoughts into Blaine's head. How else would Blaine start doubting whether Kurt trusted him or not? That's it, Kurt wasn't annoyed, Kurt was angry, no, he was more than that he was apoplectic.
Growling, Kurt ripped his pillow from beneath him and launched it straight at the door where a squeal of surprise brought him out of his fuming state.
"Rachel? What are you doing here?" Kurt frowned, making it obvious he didn't want her there. "Finn's upstairs you know, it was kind of obvious since he's become part of the couch." Kurt indicated that Rachel should leave.
Ignoring the almost demonic expression on Kurt's face, Rachel shuffled forward. "Actually, I... err, came to see you."
"Why?" Kurt snapped.
"I thought you might need a friend." Rachel walked over to Kurt's bed, resting her hand lightly on the mattress leaning forward and smiling uncertainly. "Finn told me about what happened and well... I know after me joining the presidential campaign we haven't been the best of friends, but seeing as Mercedes is still in the middle of her diva tantrum, which is totally unprofessional by the way, and since she was probably the only other person you could talk to about this..." Rachel trailed off.
Kurt's expression softened. It was true, he did need a friend right now and Rachel and him had been close, even planned to go to New York together. Kurt gave a shaky smile and sniffed, noticing for the first time the big bag Rachel had managed to hide behind her which surprised Kurt seeing as she was so small.
"I don't suppose you've got a giant dart board with Sebastian's face on it in that bag?" Kurt asked hopefully.
Rachel grinned. "Even better then that!" She exclaimed confidently, diving into her bag. "I always have this on me." She said bringing out something black and pointy. "It's my good luck charm."
Kurt wrinkled his nose. "You walk around with that on you all day?"
Rachel beamed, twirling the witch's hat round her hand. "You know when we went to check out the competition in that hall..."
Kurt groaned leaning back into his bed. "Don't remind me."
"And how we felt absolutely awful, well after your pep talk I got to thinking. 'Where did my dreams of New York and Broadway truly start?' And there was only one answer to that, being on the Wicked stage, with you."
"And this is going to help me... how?" Kurt raised an eyebrow sceptically.
"Well think about it, this hat tells me my dreams are alive, soooo why don't you think about what keeps yours and Blaine's relationship alive. Did Blaine say that you weren't meant for each other?"
Kurt thought back for a moment. "Nooo..." He said slowly. "He said that maybe it was too fast and that all we needed was a break... He thought I didn't trust him." Kurt felt hurt as the realisation hit. He closed his eyes and hit his head back against the wall. "How could I have been so stupid? No wonder he wanted to think things through, how can you know someone truly loves you if they don't trust you?"
"Kurt it's not your fault! I mean, I would've been exactly the same with Finn if I ever saw him look at Quinn again."
"Or Santana, or Brittany, or that girl who runs the library, or...sorry. Just saying, you do over react sometimes." Kurt stopped himself after seeing the glare Rachel gave him.
"My point is, it's not hopeless. Okay, what was the thing that really got your relationship going?" Rachel insisted.
"... Singing a break up song as our first duet as a couple?" Kurt all but squeaked.
"Erm... okay think before that."
"Having a meaningful chat whilst I was Bedazzling a tiny coffin?"
"...Before that."
"Well... Blaine told me after I sang Blackbird was the moment for him."
"Then the answer is simple. What you need is a mascot. Preferably a blackbird. Oh I know! There's this perfect little shop near where one of my Dads work and..."
Kurt held up a hand to silence Rachel's babbling. "Rachel, I am not walking around with a blackbird, I get enough comments as it is."
"I meant like maybe a ceramic one, or a feather or something."
"Okay, definitely not. Let's stop thinking about blackbirds shall we?"
"Well I meant to go with the blackbird as an inspirational tool. You know, it symbolises not to give up and to keep moving forward even when all the odds are against you."
"Rachel, I think I already have that and it's permanently glued to the inside of my locker."
"You mean you've already got a blackbird stuck to the inside of your locker?"
"Yes Rachel, I glued a blackbird to the inside of my locker." Kurt replied sarcastically. "What's your new name, Brittany?"
"You know what I mean."
"The only real problem I have is Sebastian." Kurt sighed. "Blaine's getting closer to him by the day and it's not like he isn't a good catch..."
Rachel stood up dramatically, her hands on hips and staring intently at Kurt. "Now there will be none of that! Where's the fighting Kurt I knew huh? You're twice as amazing as this Sebastian person and besides me, no one can match your talent at singing! So get back out there and win back your man!"
"Yeah! I do have the upper hand; Blaine is my best friend... All I have to do is make him believe I trust him. Besides I'm with him most of the time at school. Thanks, for once you were right Rachel, I can do this!"
"Exactly." Rachel beamed as Kurt finally got out of bed a genuine smile on his face as he ran into his bathroom. Then Rachel frowned. "Right for once?"
The first thing that caught Kurt's attention as he entered the halls of McKinley, was Blaine, standing at his locker wearing that ridiculous (but cute) bow tie, and those ridiculous (but cute) blue three quarter length pants, and those boat shoes and that sweater and that hat oh God, Kurt thought, why me? Okay, think winning him over, think friendship, I can't show him that I feel bothered about the whole thing.
Kurt took a deep breath. He made his way over to Blaine, head held high. He was about to say a greeting only someone else managed to get there first.
"Eat Slushie nerd!"
Blaine was showered in blue ice, staining his jumper and making his hat slide back slightly. Blaine screwed up his eyes in shock.
Kurt saw red, and before he knew what he was doing he had pulled out the heaviest text book he owned from his bag and lobbed it at the back of the hockey captain's head.
"Hey, mullet! Try wearing a hairstyle that doesn't scream 'I'll never be able to get laid!" The words were out of his mouth before he had time to think.
The hockey captain stopped, frozen to the spot. Kurt swallowed and before the captain could react, he had grabbed Blaine's wrist and ran, disappearing into the crowd of students.
Kurt finally stopped when he reached the boys toilets at the far end of the school and pushed Blaine inside. Kurt then went into one of the stalls, returning with a roll of paper. He turned on the faucet at the sink and drenched the paper, squeezing it lightly to get rid of any excess water.
"It was only a matter of time before you got slushied." Kurt said, making conversation.
"Where did that come from?" Blaine asked, staring at Kurt, his eyes wide.
"Oh come on Blaine, You know I've always had a forked tongue, don't act too surprised. Come here." Kurt dragged Blaine over to the sink, wiping at the blue slushie on his face tenderly.
"No, not that, I mean, when did you stand up to the Bullies Kurt? That was... something." Blaine grabbed Kurt's wrist, pulling it away from his face, unintentionally moving Kurt closer. Kurt blushed.
"I don't know it just, happened." Kurt shrugged. He pulled away. "Here, put these on." Kurt handed Blaine some clean clothes he took from out his bag. "They may be a little bit big but I can assure you, it's better than walking around all day feeling like you wet yourself."
"Thanks Kurt." Blaine touched Kurt's shoulder affectionately. He went into one of the free stalls but before he closed the door fully he poked his head round grinning wildly. "Just when I thought I had you sussed, you manage to amaze me even more."
As the bolt went across the door, Kurt couldn't help but smile to himself.
Kurt spent the rest of the day avoiding the hockey team. Although the outcome had been rather good in that he had impressed Blaine, he had realized he had all but buried himself when he had acted out against the captain. Kurt groaned. Hopefully this day will carry on getting better rather than getting worse.
Kurt sat at the back of French class writing. Although near enough fluent in the language, his writing did need some sort of improving. It was at that point that what kind of day he would have was revealed to him in the form of an opening classroom door and a voice that made Kurt stop. No, it can't be!
"Pardon Madame, J'étais perdu." Even with a French accent Kurt instantly knew that voice
"De rien, you must be the new student, Sebastian is it?" the teacher asked.
Kurt's blood turned cold as Sebastian caught his eye and winked at him, smirking in a way that said, hey, you're playing by my rules now.
Kurt stormed into the toilets staring at his face in the mirror. "Calm down Kurt, all is not lost, you can do this, I know you can." Why did every dramatic event have to lead him to the toilets?
For the second time that day the opening of a door brought Kurt feeling even more distressed.
"Hey Kurtsie, can I call you that? Kurtsie." Sebastian purred, walking round Kurt to lean against the sink next to him.
"How the hell do you Dalton guys transfer so quickly?" Kurt snapped in disbelief.
"Feeling threatened are you?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow mockingly.
"Don't think just because you're here you can get in between me and Blaine, because there's no way I'll let you, you hear? He's one of the only things that make me happy in life and I'm not going to let you ruin it!" Kurt poked Sebastian in the chest, his fighting spirit revealing itself.
"Oh I'm getting in the way all right." Sebastian took a step forward, pushing Kurt back slightly. "And I'm here to stay." He took another step forward so that Kurt now had his back against the wall. "And there's nothing you can do about it, because I always get my way. I promise you, I'm going to make your life hell." Sebastian pinned Kurt against the wall with his arm, leaning in close.
"Don't think you can threaten me Sebastian, because when it comes to Blaine nothing will scare me." Kurt glared at him.
"Not even if I have a little chat with your Hockey player friends, hmmm?"
Kurt frowned, fear momentarily flashing in his eyes.
Just then the sound of flushing could be heard. Sebastian instantly freed Kurt, Kurt gasping only realising how hard Sebastian had been pressing against his chest after he had been released.
Karofsky came out of the stall. He lifted his chin at Kurt acknowledging his presence.
"Hummel." He then turned to Sebastian, giving him a look that scared even most adults. "Fresh meat."
Sebastian knew it was time for him to leave, but before he did he had just enough time to whisper in Kurt's ear, 'Watch your back Kurtsie, I have friends in very high places."
My god I hate Sebastian. And don't worry, as it say's in the title, 'Ansence makes the heart grow fonder' you know Blaine will come to his senses. Once I destroy Sebastian heh heh. If you'd like me to include anything then go ahead and ask and I'll see what I can do.
Thanks to my first reviewers, a lot of you made my heart swell :'), I'm sorry if I made Blaine seem like a jerk, I didn't want that to be the case at all so yeah thanks to:
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And yes I wanted to hug Kurt too haha. Review, just no flames please, constructive criticism only.