A KLAINE/ PUCKOFSKY FANFIC
What I Did for Love
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Author's note:
The AVPM quotes make a return. * celebration!* In other news, this chapter is full of bitchiness and bad moods (sorry ). The fallout is not pretty. *cringes and covers eyes*
*** If I owned Glee, I would turn CP Coulter's Dalton into a spin-off TV show.
CHAPTER 7: THE ANGSTY CHAPTER IN WHICH KURT AND BLAINE HAVE A FIGHT AND BLAINE IS ONCE AGAIN LEFT WITH HIS THOUGHTS.
Warning: bad news, bitchy Kurt, harsh words
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*DALTON*
It was nearing the end of lunch period when Kurt's phone buzzed. The countertenor pulled his phone out of his pocket- a text from Mercedes.
Can u talk? ~M
Kurt checked his watch, he had five minutes before his next class, but the abrupt text had him concerned. He shifted his books to one arm and dialled Mercedes.
"Kurt, I am having a freaking terrible day!" Mercedes' voice raged out of the phone. "Firstly, those Neanderthals are getting way heavy-handed on the slushies, they completely ruined this sexy top I was going to flirt with Anthony in!" Kurt felt a pang of sympathy; wardrobe assaults were a horrible start to a day. "Secondly, Finchel is still on the rocks, and Rachel is dealing by completely diva-ing out all over Glee Club, and I'm doin' my best, but there's nothing like your cutting wit and killer voice combo to keep her in check. Anyway with you not here, she's running rampant."
Kurt groaned. He could only imagine how Angry-Diva Rachel could make Glee Club a hellish experience.
"The worst thing is, Regionals is comin' up and we still don't have enough members! Unless we find someone soon, we're gonna miss the registration deadline!" Kurt could hear the pain and frustration in his BFF's voice. Singing at Regionals meant a lot to Mercedes and everyone else in Glee. Winning competitions is what made the Club valid; without the element of competition, and the hope of ultimately winning Nationals in New York, they were just a bunch of losers who sang songs after school.
Kurt couldn't concentrate in class for the rest of the day, earning him several reprimands from teachers. This didn't help Kurt's mood; he was agonizing over how if New Directions didn't compete, his friends would be crushed- they all needed Glee in their own way. What would happen to the club if they couldn't compete? Coach Sylvester would certainly take advantage of the situation. Kurt's heart sank as he remembered how eager she had been to destroy Glee and take its budget for her Cheerios.
As the day progressed, Kurt experienced a deepening feeling of guilt; his Glee Club had been with him through everything- coming out of the closet, his dad's heart attack, and all the bullying- they were the only people who had accepted him and defended him at his old school. Kurt couldn't shake the feeling that he had abandoned them.
By the time Warbler's practice came around, Kurt was in a terrible mood. Wes and David were just about to call the meeting to order when they saw Kurt, arms crossed, scowling out the window.
"Kurt?" Wes and David glanced at each other when their friend failed to notice them. "Kurt?" the countertenor jerked his head around. "Are you ok?"
"Yes." Kurt growled, moving to find a seat.
Wes and David exchanged another look. "Uhh... Kurt, do you know where Blaine is? No one's seen him all day."
The countertenor, who was too caught up in his own misery to notice a missing Blaine, just shrugged.
"His phone is on, but he's not answering our calls." muttered Wes.
The council opened the meeting, went over song selections, and were just moving into organizing harmonies, when the door opened and Blaine walked in, ten minutes late. The Warblers all stopped to look at him. Blaine just moved to his seat and stared straight ahead. There were dark circles under the lead singer's eyes and he'd forgotten to do up one of the buttons on his shirt. Kurt, busy glaring at his fingernails, failed to notice how stressed Blaine appeared.
Wes looked a little unnerved, but decided not to pursue this in front of the group. "Blaine, glad you could join us. We were just figuring out how to arrange the 8-part harmony for our new song. Harmonies are your specialty; do you want to take over?"
Blaine rose and ordered the boys into basic formation, then began sectioning them off and assigning the different tunes/harmonies/notes. "Jason, Daniel, you open here." He hit the note on the piano, "Jesse and Lester you're a 3rd above that he hit the next note. Mark, Steven, Spencer, a 5th above that. Our beat-boxers will come in on the second line..."
The boys all moved obediently into their positions, humming their parts quietly. Kurt's harmony was so boring he could have sung it in his sleep.
Blaine moved to the front.
Kurt watched Blaine take the solo and found himself ticked off by the hierarchy of the group, comparing it to New Directions, where everyone's individual talents were recognized and each person had their turn to shine.
But noooo, here it's a freaking dictatorship, everyone doing exactly what he tells them. Kurt rolled his eyes. Rachel would enjoy this.
During the rest of Warbler practice, Blaine looked very tired and distracted, checking his phone every two minutes. When practice was finally over and the boys were getting ready to leave, Wes and David made a beeline for Blaine.
"Blaine? You don't look so great, man, what's the matter?"
"I don't wanna talk about it right now." Blaine answered in a strained voice, checking his phone for the 87th time.
Blaine squeezed the bridge of his nose as he walked over to the countertenor. "Kurt, you got your part down?"
"Yes," Kurt snapped "mindless harmonizing is my specialty."
On a better day, Blaine would have had sympathy for the boy, but this was one more thing he did not want to deal with. "I know you're used to more exciting roles, but you need to get into the team mentality." Blaine said tersely. "Warblers rely on our uniformity-"
"Don't preach to me about conformity when you're the one who gets all the solos, while the rest of us sway in the back like props." said Kurt bitterly.
"Well I'm sorry we're not as utopian as your old club, but this is how it works in the Warblers." Blaine snapped.
"This cannot be the first time this issue has been brought up!" exclaimed Kurt, angered by Blaine's hypocrisy, "So everyone fits in but you? Did you miss the memo that this is a school of equals, that's why we all wear uniforms? We're here to fit in?"
"Actually, I have heard those things, Kurt, about a thousand times, but never have they been told to me with so much sass." Blaine replied in an irritated voice. "Drop the attitude, Kurt Hummel; you are acting like Garfield on a Monday."
At Blaine's words, Kurt's eyes flew wide and he turned on his heel and stalked away.
Wes and David exchanged an alarmed glance. "Blaine, what happened?"
Blaine's lower lip trembled for half a second, then- "Nothing." he said angrily and walked off in the opposite direction.
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It was 11:00 at night, and Blaine was pacing his room. He was in his pyjamas because he'd lain down in bed and tried to sleep, but when he closed his eyes, all he saw was Kurt's face, upset and disappointed. In hindsight, Blaine knew it was just bad luck; apparently Kurt had been having a bad day too, and they had taken it out on each other. Blaine's stomach clenched with guilt.
Why is it I always end up treating him horribly? I can't believe we had a fight. Was it a fight? Well, it wasn't a big fight, right?
Blaine tried, and failed, to console himself.
So now I have Kurt mad at me... on top of everything else.
Blaine checked his phone again. Still no update. At the memory of last-night's phone call, Blaine felt a new wave of fear and anxiety wash over him.
Don't. Don't think about it. Another sleepless night is not going to help.
Blaine groaned and sat down on his bed, face in his hands.
A knock came at the door. There were only two people who'd come visiting this late at night.
"Come in." Blaine's voice was muffled by his hands.
He felt Wes and David sit down on either side of him.
"Blaine? Wes asked softly, "Are you going to tell us what's wrong?"
Blaine sighed and went for the less painful option.
"It's Kurt."
"Ah. Yeah, we... heard that."
"I'm such an idiot. I can't believe we said those things to each other! I was just so tired and... and not thinking! I was not having a good day," Blaine rambled. "and Mr. Telling wanted that essay and I didn't hand it in! Arrgghh! Now two people are mad at me!" Blaine wailed.
David put an arm around his friend's shoulder
"Kurt was right. Everything he said... he has a point." The lead singer continued dejectedly. "He's not happy here."
"He's not getting tossed in dumpsters here," David pointed out.
"He put up with all that bullying just so he could express himself." Blaine shook his head "It's terrifying! That Karofsky guy shoved me up against a wall when I went to McKinley that time... I totally froze. Kurt dealt with that every day and finally got away from it, and he's been trying so hard, but he doesn't feel like he truly belongs here yet." He smiled sadly "Did you see him at Sectionals? He was the first one on his feet to applaud New Directions, and they did the same for him. He misses his old Glee Club... the look on his face when they performed..."
Wes and David looked nonplused. "You guys were too busy drooling over the dancing girls to notice." Blaine said.
"I wish we had dancing girls." Said David wistfully
Blaine dug his hands into his hair. "I'm supposed to be his mentor here, and now he's mad at me." He let out a groan and fell backward onto his bed. "I just want to curl up in my sock drawer and sleep for days."
"Well, as comfy as that would be, your real-life sock drawer is not big enough, and hiding in your metaphorical sock-drawer is a bad idea; your problems won't go away if you ignore them."
"But it's so much easier to ignore them." Blaine moaned into his pillow.
"Life is not a spectator sport, Blaine, you have to go out there and make things happen."
The lead singer lifted his head. "How can I fix this?"
Wes and David looked at each other, evil grins spreading over their faces. "Oh, we have a plan."
I'm sorry for the Klaine fight scene; I'm really bad at coming up with mean things to say, so my inner StarKid just took over.
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