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Chapter 2

Eventually Kurt cried himself out. He raised his head from the pillow and looked across his dark room to his alarm clock. 8:45. Blaine had come over at six for their date and Kurt had been there crying since. His head pounded a bit from all the crying and he sat up. Shuddering at the thought of what damage all that crying must have done to his skin, Kurt pulled himself out of bed.

Crossing the room, he flicked the lights on and crossed over to his vanity. Looking in the mirror, he took in his blotched skin and tear stained cheeks. Giving a slight sigh, Kurt sat at the table and began his nightly moisturizing routine. As he did, he thought about what Blaine had said and just what it meant.

Nobody had ever called him out for his comments before. Sure, Mr. Schue had sent him to the office last year after the Britney Spears fiasco but he had just been assigned a detention and no one had said anything more about it.

Rubbing a cream under his eyes, Kurt wondered at how he was feeling. He felt like he should be angry at Blaine for how he had talked to him but he wasn't. All he could feel was embarrassment and, strangely enough, a bit of relief. He thought about that for a while. He had been getting worse with how he was talking to people lately. It started out as a defense mechanism that he used against the bullies but it had grown into how he spoke to people and he didn't even realize what he was saying anymore. Or how people would take it.

Finishing up his routine, Kurt got ready for bed and crawled under the covers. Laying there, looking up at the ceiling, Kurt decided to think more about it in the morning and he drifted off to sleep.

Kurt woke the next morning at around 8. He had slept through the night and his head no longer hurt. However, with the morning came a bit of anger at last night. He still knew he had gone too far with his rudeness but Blaine had no right to tell him what to do. Fueling himself with this little spark of anger, Kurt got ready for the day and started downstairs to make breakfast.

On his way down the hall, he saw Finn's door was now closed. Going over, he knocked before opening the door a bit. "Finn? Are you home?"

A sleepy voice called back "Yeah. Come on in."

Kurt walked in and saw a sleep-tousled Finn sitting up in his bed. "What are you doing here? Weren't you with Puck for the weekend?"

"He got a phone call from some girl last night and kicked me out. I got back around 10 and your door was shut. I figured you and Blaine wouldn't want to be disturbed." Finn rubbed at his eyes and got out of bed and began looking for clothes.

"Blaine didn't stay last night." Finn gave him a questioning look. "I don't want to talk about it. I'm making breakfast. Be down in 15 minutes or you don't get any."

Kurt turned and left the room. He went downstairs and began making pancakes, banging pans about a little harder than was strictly necessary. Still, the reminder that Blaine and he could have had a nice night made him angry at Blaine again. And at himself, if he was being honest.

So focused on cooking and putting food on the table, Kurt didn't hear Finn thump down the stairs and was startled at his voice. "Why didn't Blaine stay last night? Not that I want to walk in on my brother having sex with his boyfriend but, I mean, why?" Finn gave Kurt a confused look over his plate of pancakes.

"We had a fight." Kurt said shortly, before taking a bite out of his own pancakes.

Finn gave him a gaping look, pancakes forgotten. "But, how? I mean, you two never fight. It's almost disgusting how well you get along."

Sighing, Kurt put down his own fork. "He got offended by a comment I made about his outfit. He talked a while and then left, saying he didn't want to deal with me anymore."

Finn gave Kurt another confused look. "That doesn't sound like him. I mean, have you seen how he looks at you? He totally worships the ground you walk on, dude. And why would you make fun of his outfit? He dresses all right. I guess."

"Don't call me dude." Kurt snapped out of reflex. "And I didn't make fun of it. I merely questioned his choice in attire."

"Say it however you want. We all know how you can be about what people are wearing. It can be kind of mean you know. And that's not cool to do it to Blaine. He adores you." Finn stated, looking a little uncomfortable at defending his brother's boyfriend to his brother but needing to say what he was thinking.

"I know he does. I just, I don't want to talk about it." With that, Kurt picked up his fork and began concentrating on eating his pancakes. The two brothers finished eating and then cleaning in silence.

Finn called out to Kurt as Kurt headed upstairs "I'm going over to Rachel's for the rest of the weekend. Her dads are on some cruise for the next week. I'll text if I'm going to be back. You should apologize to Blaine." With that, he slammed the front door shut behind him.

Kurt slumped down on a stair at the sound. Apologize. He knew he should. He did feel bad. The anger he had woken up with this morning was gone again, kicked down by Finn's inadvertent reaffirmation of Blaine's words the night before. All that was left was the bad feelings for being so mean to his boyfriend. Putting his head in his hands, he sat thinking for a little while. Finally, he stood up and went into his room.

Crossing over to his desk, he grabbed his phone. Blaine hadn't texted or called since before the talk. Kurt hadn't really expected him to. He typed out a message and sent it.

'I'm sorry about last night. Can you come over?'

His phone beeped back a reply within a couple minutes.

'I'll be there in half an hour. I think we need to talk some more.'

Cringing slightly at those words, Kurt put down the phone and began preparing a perfect apology outfit. He had a half hour to kill.