Music Inspiration: Whataya Want from Me, Adam Lambert.
Rating: M. Adult themes and Angst.
Ownership: I don't own Glee. But I own my imagination. And what words aren't recognized as being from the show, are mine. And there is some inspiration from one of my favourite authors.
Intro: Blainey Bear. My little OC, so cute and cuddly and looks just like Blaine Devon Anderson and a little of that other guy Darren Criss. And I so want to dunk him in my coffee too.

~ Converting Kurt E Hummel ~ Ch 2 Deja Vu and Hypocrisy ~

Blaine is certain he is caught in a time loop. There is just too much deja vu happening. He's sitting in his car, again! Mulling over another argument from Kurt's bedroom, again!

"I transferred schools to be with you, that doesn't make you feel loved?"

This time though, Blaine wasn't leaving until he was totally satisfied about Kurt's reasoning. Last time, Kurt just looked stumped for words and he'd behaved like a spoilt brat talking about how he'd "Had to sit and watch you get all the solos."

This time though, Kurt added the petty comment about how Blaine "Sings like a dream and is sex on a stick", quoting Sebastian with irritating precision.

Was he saying it was Blaine's fault, that Kurt was drifting away? As if Blaine was screwing around. What the hell?

"Blaine, you said you wanted to be adventurous? Well, I'm living outside of your comfort zone now. But it doesn't feel uncomfortable. It feels totally right." Kurt pried the grip of Blaine's hands off his arms so tight, and walked to the hallway. It was a grip he used to love, and knew he'd miss. If Blaine wasn't going to leave the room, then he certainly was.

Naturally Blaine followed and their argument continued for all to hear.

"Look, maybe I've come down with a fever of some sort. I don't really know. I've made an appointment to see Dr Adaurable and get some tests done….."

"Wait, what?" Blaine grabbed at Kurt's left arm again, pulling him roughly around to see exactly what was in Kurt's eyes. "Are you saying you loving me, as a guy, was you being sick? Or are you saying, that having feelings for Sugar, as a girl, is you being sick? 'Cause either way, that's pure hypocrisy Kurt."

And there it was, said out aloud. What Kurt didn't understand himself.

"I'm saying, if you don't mind, Blaine." And he pushes Blaine hard. Not just pushing his grip off Kurt's arm, but shoving him further away and nearly into the wall. "That I honestly, don't have the same drive for you as I did before. I don't have that same magnetic pull, from my heart, from my core," and Kurt grabs at just under his ribs. "For you or any other guy, I have it for Sugar now. And I don't know what has happened, but I'm only just a little confused about this." And then …. Blaine is stumped by Kurt's provocative behaviour with what happens next.

Hands on his hips, like he's wearing that skirt and as only typical Kurt Hummel can pull off, and cocks his head to the side, knowing full well that it turns Blaine on. "And despite you adoring me…." Turning around and three strides to the living room. And sits down exactly where he and Blaine had been only a few weeks ago in a most compromising position. "I am not continuing with our relationship as it is, or was."

Blaine is standing in the doorway, staring at the love of his life. Totally not knowing what to say or do. His mind has gone numb, the whole world had gone quiet. Except he is aware of someone making dinner in the kitchen, so he hasn't lost his hearing completely.

"I, just,.. We've been through so much…." He looks down at Kurt, who won't even look at him now and has crossed his arms like the spoilt brat he can be. "I don't know what to do here, Kurt. How, do I fix this?" Blaine starts twisting the ring on his wedding finger, round and around. It was an engagement ring, it was important to one of them.

And then the most hurtful thing Kurt can do, continues. Once he'd sat down, he'd tidied his clothes, crossed his arms. But now, after calming his breathing down, he starts biting his bottom lip. The lip that Blaine loved to kiss and nibble. He'd fought hard to not look at Blaine, but now gives in. He stops biting his lip, looks sideways and states quite matter of fact like "You, can't, fix, this, Blaine." He gestures up and down his body then squares his face around.

Blaine grabs the door frame. "What?"

"You, are wasting, your time. And I, have better things to do, than to keep explaining this to you, again…" Kurt stands up, steps toward Blaine and goes to cross his arms again, but decides to put his hands up as if to push Blaine. "I am asking you, no telling you to leave, now! I can't touch you any more. I want you to leave. And if you don't, then I'll have to get Burt to do it for you….."

Both Kurt and Blaine jump from the clang of pots and pans falling in the kitchen. Burt stomps into the living room and throws the tea towel over his shoulder. His face is red with anger, he lifts a finger and points it at Blaine.

"You. Leave, now! We'll talk later. And you! …" Pointing at Kurt, and trying to hold back expressing his anger as he used to in his early high school days. "You, treating him like this, again. And you call me Burt, one more time. Whether I hear it directly or you say it to someone else, and you'll start paying for your lodgings."

Burt grabs Blaine and walks him down the corridor to the front door. "I have no full idea of what has happened with that upstart! All I can say, is that since he and Sugar went on that roller coaster ride. And she's been calling, and he's calling her. And they're spending so much time together. Well, I don't like this any more than you, and it might be hurting you more than us."

"I just, don't know what I did wrong…" Blaine stops just outside on the front porch. He takes off the engagement ring and puts it back on. "I feel so naked without this, I feel so lost without him. I feel my life is crumbling around me…"

"Hey now…!" Burt hugs Blaine tightly, and all Blaine can think is how much Kurt is like his father. Especially when he leans back and starts wiping away Blaine's tears, that had been falling down his cheeks.

Shrugging Burt off, he hurriedly says "You're not helping me, you hug just like Kurt does….."

"Whoa, but not below the belt? Right?" Burt nudges Blaine in the arm. "Look, leave, get yourself together. And I'll come visit you and your Mum, and Dad tomorrow. Okay? Will you be right to drive? Or should I take you home?"

"No, I'll be, ….. fine enough."

Blaine trudges to his car. And after twenty or so minutes of staring at the house, he starts it up. Turns up the music, so loud the mirrors vibrate. And after revving the engine too much, drives off. Falling off the back seat and finding refuge under the drivers seat, is Blainey Bear. Someone Blaine's Mum had made for Kurt, but he didn't deserve him now.

Kurt jumps from the sound of the engine roaring, he thought Blaine had left ages ago.

"Yep, that was Blaine alright." He thinks as the abuse stops and the volume is turned up more. He'd know the purr of that engine anywhere, without that music or Blaine's attempt at a temper tantrum.

~ And a little Blainey Bear puts his little paws over his little ears. It's too loud for him as well. ~

Yeah you're probably as upset as I was when that bolt of lightening hit me while listening to that song, mentioned above. Seriously, this is the thought path that come after the 100th time of hearing it and wondering where to take the story. Sometimes ripping a bandaid off is the best way to finish things. Not that this converting story has finished. Breaking Blaine's heart will take years to happen and mend.