Chapter Four: Kurt's Got A New Mentor, Part Two

What the hell is he doing here? Didn't I tell him I wasn't comfortable with this? Alright, it could be worse, I tried to reason. They could've been singing Candles. At least they weren't singing Candles. Or any romantic song, for that matter. It was just Nowadays.

I took a deep breath and calmly asked, "So, Ryan, you're here." It was meant to sound friendly, but I put too much emphasis on "you" and made it sound insulting. Which it was, but…

"Yeah, I was just giving Kurt some tips." I almost choked on air. Ryan give Kurt tips? Like Kurt needs tips from anyone, let alone someone not even close to his talent level!

"Ryan's fantastic. Have you heard him?" Kurt gushed, and I nodded with a fake smile and chuckle following close behind.

"Yeah, I heard you guys in the hall. You're awesome." Just breathe. In and out, in and out. Flipping out, ripping off Kurt's new BFF's head and proceeding to chuck it out the nearest open window is not the way to solve your problems. Just breathe. "Is this a bad time, because I could come back later…?" Or Ryan could leave. And never come back. Yes, let's try that one!

"Are you alright, you're - oh my god, he's turning purple!" Ryan exclaimed, and I inhaled loudly. Forgot to breathe.

"I'm fine," I insisted rather sharply, and Kurt raised his eyebrow at me in a way that stung immediately. "I'll just - I'll come back later. Good seein' ya, Ryan!" I said, trying to be as convincing as possible but if the look on his face was any indication, I was a terrible actor.

"You do that, Blaine," Kurt snapped, and I shot him a look before slamming the door behind me.

I'm the boyfriend! Me! Am I being replaced? Has Kurt just not told me yet that Ryan's his new playmate? I mean, he's always liked older guys. Maybe I'm just the guy he keeps around until he finds someone better. Maybe he doesn't even -

No. I shouldn't think like that. That's only going to make me do something I'll regret later.

My heart is near to cracking right down the middle. Kurt hasn't texted me since Wednesday. WEDNESDAY! It's Saturday. SATURDAY! Granted, we haven't really talked since I barged in on he and Ryan's little 'tip' session.

We've had our fair share of fights, due to my jealousy problem. But most of them play out as five minutes of yelling, ten minutes of making out and then an hour of cuddling and singing along to Disney movies. This is our longest fight ever, and I'm having trouble keeping my cool.

"Hey, Blaine, what song do you want to do for Sectionals next year?" Wes asked me for the sixtieth time in the past thirty minutes, staring intently at his gavel lying on the table, as if he thought if he blinked it would jump up and run away.

"It's the beginning of summer, Wes," I sighed, my forehead resting in my hand. David was on the other side of the room, attempting to kill an ant that was crawling on the wall. Each time he failed, he'd chuckle and say, "Clever girl," in a British accent.

"Yes, but it doesn't hurt to prepare," Wes said, still not taking his eyes off his gavel.

"How did you two ever become council members?" I wondered aloud, to which Wes and David gasped dramatically in a simultaneous fashion. Wes yelped and turned back to his gavel, then exhaled in relief to find it was still there. David then mimicked the motion, groaning in frustration when finding the ant had escaped.

"Damn insect," he muttered, to which I lost it and chucked all my erasers at him at once.

"You guys are such imbeciles!" I cried, and suddenly David became very serious, walking straight up to me. It looked as if he'd been slapped in the face and I immediately felt guilty. Until he opened his mouth.

"You sounded just like Plankton!" he exclaimed. "Dude, how did you do that?"

I practically screeched.

I can't lose Kurt. I can't. Especially not to Ryan. That guy's good looking, and successful, and bubbly and nice and they share the same interests and everything!

I've got to give it another shot. I'm going to go over there and apologize for being such a jerk. The only way this is going to work is if I'm around when Ryan is, too.

I got into my car and started driving down to Kurt's, a million different scenarios rung through my head, all of which end terribly for me.

What if Kurt sees me at the front door, yells something like, "Now!" and I get a bunch of disgusting dirty laundry water on my head from a window above?

What if Kurt just slams the door in my face? He'd break my heart and my nose!

What if -

The painfully familiar sirens knocked me out of my thoughts and I pulled over.

"Good afternoon, Blaine," he said.

"How's it goin', John?" I replied with a sigh.

He wrote something down on a sketch pad, then looked up at me and said, "What are you doing driving down the highway at six miles an hour?"

"I guess I'm kind of nervous about something. Putting it off." Was I seriously subconsciously stalling? Is that even a thing?

"Well, drive faster," he said, and walked back to his car. I noticed he didn't give me a ticket. Well, we already know each other so well, I guess he decided to take it easy on me this time.

I started up again, driving at a normal speed. I almost always find myself outside Kurt's house much sooner than I'd like. I pulled down my mirror and frowned. My hair looked ridiculous. I fixed it as best as I could, and slowly made my way to the front door. I knocked on it to find that it opened. I took a step in and was about to sigh in relief when -

"Blaine! What's up?" He was sitting on the couch, eating an apple, watching Project Runway. He looked much better than should be allowed around my boyfriend. Speaking of my boyfriend…

"Where's Kurt?" As if on cue, he appeared from the kitchen with a bowl of grapes in his hand and a glass of water in the other. He shot me an icy look, rolled his eyes and set the bowl on the coffee table. "Kurt? Can I talk to you for a second?" I said, having to remind myself to keep my cool.

He shrugged, got up and I followed him upstairs. I stood in the middle of his room, looking around awkwardly as he shut the door. He turned to me, same glare on his face.

"Kurt, I told you I didn't like you two hanging out."

"And why is that, Blaine?" Kurt asked, taking a step towards me. "Because, like I told you, I thought in order for a relationship to work, you'd have to trust your boyfriend."

"I do trust you, it's just -"

"Really? You trust me? Uh-huh. You know when this really all started? After that rumor that I was sleeping with Sam. You had no problem with trusting me before that whole incident," he snapped.

"Oh, please, Kurt, what was I supposed to think? I saw pictures of you and him outside a motel room." I was trying desperately not to raise my voice.

"You were supposed to ask me what was going on instead of being childish about it and stealing my car keys!" Now Kurt was raising his voice.

"If I'd had asked what was going on you wouldn't have told me! You didn't tell Rachel!" I exclaimed.

"That's because I didn't want people to know that's where Sam lived! God, why are we even having this argument?"

"Because you think I don't trust you!"

"You don't! If you did you wouldn't have come here!" Kurt yelled.

"I already feel like I'm just going to wake up someday and find out this all some sick twisted practical joke! You're a lot to lose, okay? I'm terrified of losing you to someone better!"

"I love you, for god's sake!" Kurt let out a noise possibly described as a growl-groan hybrid and pressed his lips to mine. At first the kiss was angry, but it soon became softer and I slipped my arms around his neck.

Kurt leaned out and pressed his forehead to mine. "Blaine, you're my boyfriend. Not Ryan."

"I love you," I whispered subconsciously. "I'm just terrified of losing you."

A warm smile spread across his face as he replied, "Well you don't have to worry about that," and leaned in for a second kiss.

I don't know how long I should drag this out. I never imagined this being a super-long story. And I've got tons of other ideas that I want to work on, so I'm thinking about wrapping most of my current stories up. *shrugs*

Until next time!

PS- Any guess as to why the cop and Blaine are on a first-name basis? Hmm…