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"Oh, come on, I didn't drink that much." Blaine said, laughing.
"Are you kidding?" Kurt asked, amused. "You practically spent the night sucking off Rachel Berry's face. That, sir, is what we call rock bottom."
Blaine's phone rang then, and as he pulled it out, he laughed. "Speak of the devil..." He said, and picked up. "Hey Rachel, what's up?"
Kurt bit his lip to hold back laughter, though he could barely hear what Rachel was saying, and he snorted at the amused face Blaine gave him in the next second.
They both grabbed their coffees, and as they headed to their usual table, Kurt couldn't resist. "Is she drunk?" He asked, his voice raising an octave in humor.
Blaine shushed him. "Yeah, uh-huh. Alright, I-I'll see you then, bye." He said, and then hung up as they sat down. He looked up. "Rachel just asked me out." He said, amusement tainting his voice.
Kurt laughed. "That's amazing..." He forced, though he knew it sounded just as false as it was. He took a sip of his coffee, but then realized what he had heard Blaine say. "Wait a minute, why'd you say yes?" He asked as Blaine got a stirrer. "You can't lead her on." He said, lowering his voice.
"Who says I'm leading her on?" Blaine asked, shrugging slightly.
Kurt blinked, and his smile fell. "You can't be serious." No. No. No, no, no, no, no! There is no way! He thought.
Blaine took the top off of his coffee. "When we kissed, it...it felt good." He explained, shrugging.
"It felt good because you were drunk." Kurt reasoned.
"What's the harm in going on one...crummy little date?" He asked, shaking a sugar packet into his coffee.
"You're gay, Blaine." Kurt reminded him.
"I-I thought I was, but...I've never even had a boyfriend before..." He said, looking around. "Isn't this the time you're supposed to...figure stuff out?"
"I can't believe I'm hearing this." Kurt said.
"Maybe I'm bi...I don't know."
Kurt's eyes widened. "Bisexual is a term that gay guys in high school use when they want to hold hands with girls and feel like a normal person for a change." He said, remembering Brittany.
"Woah, woah, wait. Why are you getting so angry?" Blaine asked.
Because I'm in love with you.
"Because I look up to you." Kurt said. "I admire your openness and how proud you are of who you are." He said, hurt staining his words. "I know what it's like to be in the closet, and here you are ready to tip-toe back in."
"OK, I'm sorry if this hurts your feelings, or your...your pride, or whatever," Blaine said, irritated, "but however, confusing, this is for you, it's actually a lot more confusing for me." He said, hurt in his eyes. "So, you're, one-hundred percent sure of who you are — fantastic." Kurt blinked. "But we all can't be so lucky."
"Oh, yeah, I've had a lot of luck, Blaine — I was really lucky to get chased out of my school by a bully who threatened to kill me." Kurt said angrily.
"And why did he do that?" Blaine question.
"Because he didn't like who I was." Kurt answered, giving him one of his signature bitch-looks.
"So, isn't that, what you're saying to me right now?" Blaine asked, and Kurt froze. "You're sounding an awful lot like him." Blaine said.
And Kurt's stomach dropped.
Because Blaine was right.
He was being exactly like Karofsky. He had thrown himself at Blaine, and when he wasn't taking no for an answer. Blaine was struggling right now, he was extremely confused about who he was, and even though Kurt had been in the exact same place, he was getting down on Blaine when he should be being the friend that Blaine was to him through everything. He was being cruel, selfish, hypocritical...
He was being a bully.
Kurt suddenly felt sick.
"I-I have to go now." He forced, looking down and holding back the tears that were forming in his eyes, and grabbed his bag, rushing past Blaine and out the door.
Blaine sighed. "Kurt, wait, I-I didn't mean—" He turned around to see Kurt running out the door, and got up. "Kurt!"
Kurt ignored him, and clutched his bag to his chest, hanging his head in shame. Just as he made it to his car, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
He turned to see Blaine, worry in his eyes and an apologetic look on his face. "Kurt, I'm sorry, I-" He froze when he saw the tears coming out of his friend's eyes. "Oh, God, Kurt, I'm sorry."
"For what?" Kurt said, swallowing. "For breaking my heart again or for saying that I'm exactly like that Neanderthal who sexually harassed me?" He choked out, an occasional sob wracking his body.
Blaine's eyes widened. "Oh, no, Kurt! That's not what I meant—"
"I know what you meant!" Kurt snapped. "You meant that I'm being a bully. You meant that I don't know when to back off. You meant tha-that I'm not accepting who you might be, because I don't want you to change. You meant that I'm just like every other God damned bully that has ever made fun of us!" He screeched the last sentence, sobbing uncontrollably now. "Everyone who has ever called us queers, or faggots," Blaine winced, "or pushed us around or teased us, I'm just. Like. Them. That's what you meant." He said, crossing his arms over his chest self-consciously.
"Kurt, I-"
"And the worst part is," he continued, "that you're right." He sobbed the words, and Blaine slowly shook his head as he spoke. "I am just like them. I'm so horribly hypocritical because I went through the exact same thing last year with a girl, because I wanted to feel normal, I wanted to impress my Dad, and here I am getting mad at you for only wanting what I wanted." Kurt choked out while Blaine listened sadly, his jaw hanging. "To escape everything. To have a chance to be a normal person." He paused to sob for a few moments.
Blaine swallowed. "Kurt, I'm so sor-"
"But then there's the reason why." Kurt sad, putting his heart on the line, and Blaine stopped. "I'm so stupidly in love with you." He said, just above a whisper, and Blaine was taken aback, taking in a sharp breath. "And I-I know you probably think I'm insane but I just have problems with this type of stuff. I mean first it was the straight quarterback and now it's the first openly gay guy I've ever met in my life." Kurt's shoulders shook. "And I finally got over my stupid girl-crush on Finn but then you come waltzing into my life as the most amazing, caring, understanding person I've ever met next to my Dad, and you were gay, and you have the most incredible voice, and...and God how could I not fall in love with you?" Blaine tried to speak, but Kurt wasn't finished. "And the thing with me is that I just don't know when to back off. I mean Finn was straight for God's sake, and you know what it took for me to finally take a hint?" He asked.
Blaine only stared.
Kurt drew in a shaky breath. "He called me a faggot in my basement; that's what it took." He bit out, and Blaine's eyes widened. "He called my decorating faggy, and my Dad kicked him out of the house. I cried, but I learned." He paused. "And I guess I'll learn to get over you, too." He said, ducking his head. "Goodbye, Blaine." He said, and turned to leave.
Blaine wanted to say something, anything, as he watched Kurt open his car door, as he got inside and drove away, and he really wanted to stop the car from driving away when he saw the tears streaming down Kurt's cheeks when he pulled away.
But he didn't.
He walked back to his car in silence, and when he got there, he looked in to see that his keys were still in the ignition; locked in.
He grunted and kicked the wheel in frustration.
Kurt works with cars.
He swore under his breath as he remembered this, and instead called David to pick him up.
Leaning against his car, he sighed, and began to process everything through his mind. In the next second, however, a drop of eater fell on his nose, running down the side of it and landing on his cheek, where it made a small trail of water before trailing his jawline and creating a small spot on his jacket, as he made no move to stop it in it's tracks.
Then another drop came.
And another.
And then it was pouring.
Blaine turned his face up to the sky. "Oh, seriously?" He called, throwing his hands up. "Well, screw you, Mother Nature!" He yelled, and looked over to see an older couple staring at him. "What are you looking at?" He spat, and they hurried away.
Blaine dropped his head into his hands.
What the hell was he going to do?
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Kurt was lying on his bed later that day in his room, his face buried in his pillow as he listened to music, when suddenly 'I Will Always Love You' started playing.
Kurt lifted his tear-stained face to glare at the iHome. "Really?" He asked, before picking up the remote and throwing it at the device, knocking his iPod off and stopping the music. He dropped his head back on his pillow.
And then the doorbell rang.
Kurt groaned when he remembered that Carole and Burt had gone out to dinner, and Finn had gone to a guys' night.
So, sniffing, Kurt got up and wrapped his comforter around his small frame, trudging through the scattered tissues and headed downstairs.
When he opened the door, his jaw nearly dropped.
Because there was Blaine, in the exact same outfit from earlier that day, his hair in a loose, wet mop and his clothes drenched. There was a pleading looked in his eyes and he fell to his knees.
"Blaine, what are you—"
"Kurt, God, I'm so sorry." He said, the rain still coming down hard and nearly drowning out his voice.
Kurt sighed. "Blaine, I—"
"No." He interrupted. "Listen. I didn't know you felt that way, and I'm sorry. When you said that you liked me on Valentine's Day, I just thought it was a crush, and I rely didn't think it was that serious. So I told you I didn't want to screw it up. But the truth is, Kurt, I feel the exact same way." He confessed, and Kurt's jaw dropped. "I felt it and I still feel it and I just didn't want to ruin our friendship because I care way too much about you, Kurt, but, when I kissed Rachel I was so confused. And to see you so hurt and to hear you say all those things broke my heart, because now I know that it might be too late to do anything about my feelings. And I'm so sorry that I've put you through all this, but I just don't want to lose you, Kurt." He called over the rain, and Kurt's sure his heart's stopped beating. "I can't stand to be without you." He finished, hanging his head. "Please, please forgive me." He pleaded.
Kurt only stared at the boy kneeled in front of him, his drenched clothing clinging to his built figure, his sopping wet hair hanging down in front of his face and dripping, silence surrounding them aside from the sound of the rain pounding on every surface, which now seemed one-hundred times louder than it should have been.
Kurt dropped his comforter, and suddenly fell to his knees on front of the boy he loved. Leaning forward, he cradled Blaine's face in his hands and pushed it up, pressing their foreheads together and forcing eye-contact.
"You meant that?" He shouted over the rain.
Blaine bit his lip an nodded, tears streaming out his eyes.
And suddenly, a pair of lips were on his, and Blaine opened his eyes to see Kurt.
He gasped, and God, kissing Kurt felt so right, and the only thing running through Blaine's mind was finally, finally, finally as he kissed back, and their lips fit so perfectly together, that the only way to describe the kiss was to say that it was pure bliss.
They finally broke for air, and when they did, Kurt pulled Blaine in for a tight, awkward hug since they were still kneeling.
"I forgive you." Kurt whispered, and Blaine barely heard him over the rain.
Blaine hugged him back and laughed. "Yup." He said, and Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"I'm gay."
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Oh, hai, rushed ending...
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