Another chapter for y'all!
For one of my lovely readers - I can assure you the story has not finished! When it does indeed end you can be sure I will tell you :D It's getting near but there will be at least three or four more chapters after this one.
These next two chapters are the killers - be prepared for tears, angst and lots of drama...
(Also for those of you that wanted smut I just posted a oneshot yesterday. Go check it out :D)
Liz xxx
Chapter 41 - Mistake
I awoke groggily the next morning, unsure as to where I was. Something stirred beside me and I rubbed my eyes to see Gabriel snuggled up to my chest, his head buried into my collarbone and his arm wrapped around my waist. For a second I was shocked – before I remembered the events of last night and calmed down slightly. He was bound to be clingy at this point.
Moving slowly so I didn't disturb him I inched myself up and immediately began trying to sort out my hair. I was still in my uniform and it was crumpled beyond belief – I would have to pick out a new shirt for today at least. As I walked over to the mirror Gabriel stirred and seemed panicked to find nobody beside him. As his hand frantically patted around the bed I laughed and he looked up, before sighing.
"Morning." I said with a smile, picking up my comb and running it through my hair. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah, in fact." Gabriel rubbed his eyes and I smiled again. He did look adorable first thing in the morning. I was going to grab a towel and suggest we both hit the bathroom before a knock sounded at my door. Immediately I froze.
"Who could that be…?" I mumbled under my breath, before slowly walking over. "Stay there." I motioned for Gabriel to stay put and carefully opened the door so I could peek my head out.
Oh Prada.
"Kurt." Blaine stood in the hallway, looking more than a little tired. There were dark circles under his eyes and all I wanted to do was reach up and kiss them.
"Blaine." I responded. I was happy to see him – of course I was. But this was really bad. If he saw who was in my room he was not going to take to it kindly.
"I just want to say sorry for yesterday." My boyfriend began, obviously having prepared the speech beforehand. My stomach twisted with nerves and guilt. "I overreacted. Of course it wasn't your fault my stuff got deleted."
"Blaine," I interrupted, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible. "It's ok, I understand…"
"But I was so horrible to you. I feel terrible. You are the best thing in my life at the moment and I pushed you away." I'd been about to cut him off, but at his final words stopped. Oh man.
"Blaine…" I stepped forward, taking myself out into the hallway and closing the door behind me. "I'm so sorry." Bringing my hands up to cup his face we moved together and kissed softly. Blaine exhaled and pulled me closer, the feeling making my gut wrench further. As he deepened the kiss I tried to react but didn't want to upset him again. We continued until I felt him begin to push me towards the door and immediately stopped.
"Um, not right now Blaine." I said hurriedly, putting my hand across the frame. Blaine stopped.
"What?"
"I'm just…I have to get ready for class. It's early." I tried to look as innocent as possible and he pouted,
"Pleeeease." I felt a finger run across my collarbone and shivered, but stopped the kiss that came my way.
"No. You can't come in." My boyfriend's eyes narrowed.
"Kurt." He said, sounding worried. My heart began to pound. "What's in your room?"
"Nothing." I replied quickly, sounding panicked.
"Why can't we go in?" Blaine moved to push open the door and I immediately jumped in his way, my face flushing with fear.
"It's er, really messy! You don't want to go in there Blaine I'll get really embarrassed and it'll affect my feng shui." I knew it was no use. Blaine was now bordering on angry and it was only a matter of time before he barged past and saw Gabriel in my bed.
"Kurt, let me past now." I tried to fight back but my boyfriend was too strong. As I heard the door open I closed my eyes and waited for the storm to come my way.
"WHAT?!"
Oh my Gaga, it was even worse than I'd thought. Opening my eyes almost as instantly as I'd closed them I saw Blaine storm inside my room. Frantically I ran after only to see him storm up to the bed and grab Gabriel by the scruff of the neck, smashing him against the wall.
"BLAINE!" I screamed out – hoping it would make him stop and let my friend go. It seemed to have half the desired effect – Blaine swivelled his head round to glare at me but his grip still stayed firm on Gabriel's neck.
"WHAT IS THIS?" The rage in his voice was something I'd never heard before – even more terrifying than last night. Gabriel squirmed in Blaine's grasp – his eyes bulging and his face slowly turning red.
"Blaine! Please let him go!" I pleaded, trying to step forward. Blaine dropped Gabriel to the floor but picked him up by his blazer and shook him violently.
"WHAT WERE YOU DOING WITH KURT?"
"Blaine!" I shrieked, finally running over and wrenching him away. My boyfriend fought and almost elbowed me in the face but I managed to turn him to face me, filled with my own adrenaline.
"Blaine! It's not what it seems!"
"OH REALLY? SO YOU LET OTHER GUYS JUST RANDOMLY SLEEP IN YOUR BED EVERY DAY EH?" He was so angry that for a second I couldn't think of anything to say.
"It was nothing I promise-"
"-YOU! SHUT YOUR MOUTH YOU LITTLE RAT!" Gabriel had tried to speak out but Blaine silenced him, shouting so loud that he cowered into the floor.
"Blaine!"
"GET OUT!" He screamed, turning back to my friend. "GET OUT! I never want to see your face near my boyfriend EVER AGAIN!" Not wanting to stick around Gabriel scrambled to his feet – I wanted to offer him my support but had my own problems to deal with right now.
As soon as the door closed Blaine suddenly collapsed. His anger turned to tears and I suddenly felt like a hole had been ripped in my heart.
"How could you DO this to me Kurt?" He shouted, clutching his chest. I immediately went to comfort him but he pushed me away.
"Blaine! It was nothing!"
"IT WASN'T NOTHING! If it was nothing you wouldn't have tried to hide it from me!"
"Gabriel and Eli split up!" I finally managed to get out the words I had been trying to say for the past few minutes. Blaine stopped.
"What?"
"They split up. Last night. That's why Gabriel came to see me. Why he spent the night, in…here." For a second Blaine didn't say anything. He was still shaking with anger, and I knew I was most definitely not out of the woods, but he wasn't going to smash anything.
"He came to talk to you about it?"
"Yes. And I helped him. I know how it feels to lose someone you love – how gut-wrenching it can be. So I helped him. And he ended up sleeping here."
"Why didn't you tell me about it – you could have told me instead of hiding him away like some secret lover!"
"Because I figured if you found out about it you'd still take it in the wrong way. And I was right, wasn't I?" Blaine shouted in annoyance, hitting the wall with his fists so I jumped. He looked torn between wanting to shout at me and pull me into a warm embrace. I was fighting the same battle.
"I can't believe he slept in your bed."
"That was an accident – it just happened-"
"-It took WEEKS for you to want to sleep in my bed – and what, he just waltzes up and hops in first time? That was our thing Kurt. Our thing." Holy Prada. This had really upset him. The guilt from before had now grown into a suffocating force, so I touched my neck briefly to check nothing was there.
"Blaine, I'm…"
"Goddamit Kurt!"
"Blaine." Finally biting the bullet I stepped forward, cautious at first, and gingerly placed my hand on my boyfriend's shoulder. He didn't shake me off.
"I would never, never, cheat on you. I love you. You are the most important thing to me in the world. And I would be an idiot to throw that away." Blaine didn't look up at me, still leaning against the wall with his arms outstretched and his head hung. He sighed and I began to rub my hand up towards his neck, feeling his muscles relax the way they always did.
"Blaine. Please…" Finally after what seemed like hours my boyfriend turned round. I threw my arms around him and buried my face into his neck.
"Oh Gaga, I'm so sorry, Blaine, I love you, I'm sorry…" I was still mumbling incoherent nonsense when he pulled me up to face him – those hazel eyes making my heart ache all over again.
"Gabriel never stays in here again." The words came from his mouth plainly, emotionless, but firm. "Never."
"Yes, ok, of course."
"I love you."
"I love you too." Our mouths met again and I sighed, never wanting to let go.
The rest of the day was totally awkward. Scott seemed to have heard about what had happened and wouldn't talk to me during Trig or Spanish. I thought it was a little immature but wasn't going to bring it up and be part of another fight. I immediately went to search out Gabriel when class ended and we had a long conversation in his room about things. If Blaine had looked terrible he was still even worse. I had no idea what I was going to do, but somehow I was going to make these two parts of my world become one.
"Are you ok?" Blaine glanced at me from the drivers seat and nodded swiftly.
"I'm fine." We were travelling in his car – which had now been returned to its former glory (the fact we'd never found the culprit of that prank still nagged at the bottom of my mind) – Teenage Dream playing softly in the background so it mingled with the sound of the tyres on the road.
"Gabriel is trying to make amends."
"I know." We were on our way to a restaurant. Gabriel had been planning to go with Eli, but as things hadn't worked out there he'd given the evening to us as a chance to work things out. And forgive him. Not that I needed to do any forgiving.
"He feels terrible-" I began again, but Blaine shot me a look that said we needed to change the subject. As we pulled up in the restaurant parking lot I put my hand on his knee, leaning over and kissing him softly on the cheek.
"This is going to be fun."
As we stepped into the restaurant I was met with an ultimate sense of déjà vu. I was even going through the same emotions – unsure as to how I felt, how this was going to go. But that I wanted it to go well. We walked hand in hand to the waiter, who found our booking under Gabriel's name in the book and took us to our table, which was in almost the same place. If anyone recognised me they didn't say anything, or register the fact I was here with a different guy.
"This is nice isn't it?" I said cheerfully as we sat down opposite each other. Blaine smiled, rubbing my knuckles with his fingers and staring deep into my eyes.
"I could be anywhere with you and it would be nice." I smiled back, before picking up the menu and perusing it briefly.
"I remember when I last came here I was so worried about the price, but seeing as Gabriel's paying this time I don't have to worry." Laughing at my own joke I glanced over at my boyfriend. He didn't seem as amused.
"Kurt. Can we not talk about Gabriel for five seconds?" He said with a sigh. I paused.
"What? He is paying for this meal."
"I know. But it's still our date." He motioned between the two of us pointedly and my eyebrows furrowed.
"Ok…" I took my gaze back to the menu and thumbed the buttons on my shirt nervously. Blaine seemed to sense he had upset me so pulled my hand out to stroke it again and I smiled.
"So, what are you going to order?" He asked. The side of his mouth quirked up in the most adorable way and I giggled, feeling like a thirteen year old again.
"Umm…" I pondered the question and Blaine's fingers ghosted over mine, circling the nails and running down the creases in my knuckles so I found it very hard to concentrate,
"I think I might get the paella. I have a thing for rice at the moment. And Spanish things." Blaine laughed, interlocking our fingers and he turned his attention to his own menu. "What about you?"
"Well…" He used his other free hand to run his fingers through his hair, his menu propped up on the table, "I was thinking of going for a good old classic steak."
"Oh! Gabriel went for that when we came here – I thought it was a really odd choice for him, he just picked around it like it was full of fat or something." I'd spoken without even realising. The words had tumbled out of my mouth as easily as breathing and a smile had graced my face as I thought back to the strange memory. As soon as Blaine removed his hand from mine however I was brought back to reality.
"For God's sake Kurt." My face dropped and Blaine sighed, now rubbing his face with his hands in frustration.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry but…it's kind of hard not to talk about him." I replied, but not completely apologetic. The realisation had come to me mid sentence. It was hard.
"No. It's not. You just don't talk about him."
"Hey. That's harsh." Blaine laughed, putting his hands down on the table.
"You know what? It's not. You talk about Gabriel more than you talk about anyone. More than Scott, more than me. It's just Gabriel Gabriel Gabriel all the freakin time. I'm sick of it." I was shocked. Blaine had never said anything about this before. I didn't even think he minded my friendship with Gabriel. Where was this coming from?
"Blaine…" I said, still unable to understand, "this is…I don't know where this has come from…"
"That's it. You don't. You're just lost in your own little Gabriel filled world."
"Stop it! He's been through a lot!"
"So have I! He's been dumped. I've had my car trashed, my possessions stolen, my reputation ruined and my boyfriend taken away from me."
"I've not been taken! I'm here!"
"Yeah, but are you really? Or is your head with him?" I pondered the question for a millisecond. Was he right? Was my head elsewhere? Pausing for that split second though had been the wrong decision.
"Oh my God Kurt, the fact you even have to think about that is disturbing." Blaine went to get up but I grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him back down.
"Hey. Don't you dare leave. We need to talk about this." Blaine nodded, shaking my hand away and smacking his palms down on the table as he sat back down, leaning forward as he looked me straight in the eye.
"Ok, yes, let's talk. You wanna know what I think?"
"Of course."
"I think Gabriel is behind all of this." I paused.
"All of what?" Blaine's eyes bored into me like a drill.
"This." He waved his arms around the restaurant before smacking them down on the table with me. "I think he's the one that's been doing these things to me." Now I was the one to laugh.
"WHAT? Are you serious?"
"Deadly. Think about it. He was in love with you. But you chose me. Then all of a sudden he's suddenly ok with that? Maybe he decided to get in your good books and then sabotage me to get me out of the way."
"Oh Blaine please-"
"-Maybe he got someone to trash my car and hung around you and helped clean up so nobody would think it was him. Maybe he sneaked into my dorm when he knew I was with you and stole my planner. Maybe he went through the changing rooms at Regionals and stole my tie." Oh my Prada. This was absurd. Blaine was accusing Gabriel?
"Don't be ridiculous!" I exclaimed, offended that he would even suggest the option. "Gabriel has done nothing but help us out!"
"He was the last person to be in your room before that virus trashed my computer. He could have put that on before you went."
"Incase you've forgotten, Gabriel was the one that got your computer fixed."
"Yeah – it's funny how he always seems to be there to help out afterwards. And he knows so much about what went on!" Now Blaine was shouting. Several other patrons of the restaurant had begun to look at us. I was worried we might get kicked out.
"Blaine, calm down" I hissed, lowering my own voice.
"No! I will not calm down! Gabriel is trying to ruin my life! Why did he have to choose this restaurant too? The one that you and him went to?"
"Because he was going to go here with Eli!"
"Oh yes, Eli. He's probably not even real."
"Right. That's it." I put my own hands on the table with a thunk, surprising Blaine slightly. "I will not have you bad mouthing my friend like this. It's insulting."
"I want you to stop seeing him." The words hit me like a slap. My mouth dropped open.
"Excuse me?"
"I want you to stop seeing Gabriel." Rage boiled uncontrollably inside me.
"How dare you! How dare you tell me who I can and cannot see!" I shouted, now not caring that the whole restaurant was probably looking at us. "I'm not your property!"
"I'm doing it for the both of us." Blaine replied, now seeming slightly more worried, but still very angry. "Can't you see what he's doing? He's manipulating you!"
"I think you're the one that's manipulating me! Gabriel actually cares about how I feel!"
"Kurt! Listen to yourself! This is what he wants! He's trying to split us up!"
"WELL HE'S DOING A GOOD JOB THEN!" I shouted the last words at the top of my voice, anger flowing through me. Blaine fell absolutely silent. As did the whole of the restaurant.
For a second nobody said anything. I could feel my whole body shaking with rage but didn't want to move. Then, in my head, I made my decision.
"I'm done with this." I moved to stand up and Blaine reacted instantly, panic flashing across his features.
"What? No! Kurt!" He grabbed hold of my sleeve but I jerked my arm away so he hit the edge of the table and cried out in pain. "You can't leave! You didn't let me leave!"
"You didn't have a reason to go." I responded, my voice full of venom. "I do."
"Kurt!" As I began to walk away from the table, my menu left discarded on my seat Blaine stood up. Immediately I swirled around, pointing my finger at him so he froze.
"I am leaving. If you try and follow me – we are through." The words echoed around the room. For a second I paused, waiting for him to protest, to follow me anyway and beg for forgiveness. To my surprise he didn't.
"Hmph." Spinning back round I marched out of the restaurant, making a mental note never to return there again. Ever.
When I reached the road I sat down on the edge of the curb, trying desperately to hold back the tears that were threatening to explode from my eyes. How could Blaine do that? How could he blame it all on Gabriel? I had to admit, I'd had my doubts initially – but Gabriel was one of the most caring, loving, wonderful individuals I had ever met. Oh hell.
After I called a taxi and brought my knees up to my chest to take away the cold, I typed another number into my phone.
"Hey, Gabriel? It's me. Everything went wrong. No, you don't need to come, I booked a taxi. Just be there when I get back."