A/N: HELLO AGAIN BUNNIES!
So .. yea. I really shouldn't keep you from this chapter, should I?
ENJOY!
He walked to Tina's apartment in deep thought - none of them involving Blaine, he kept telling himself. When he reached the room, he barely got to knock before the door was flung open by a panting Tina.
"There you are!" She said and pulled him inside.
"Tina, Tina, my clothes!" He stepped back and straightened out his shirt. "This is Ale-"
"Alexander McQueen I know, but I'm freaking out here, Kurt!" The Asian slammed the door shut and then Kurt got a look at her and instantly got what she meant. She was wearing a too-big shirt and nothing else as far as Kurt could see.
"Tina, what is this? I know you said you needed help with your outfit, but seriously?"
"I just don't know what to w-wear Kurt!" She stuttered and circled her arms around herself.
"Oh no you don't!" Kurt exclaimed and pulled her into a hug. "Your stutter was fake, girl. Don't go doing this again." He looked down and placed a kiss at the top of her head. "Now, where are we going? Because even if he invited you to the cheapest restaurant that is just not good enough." He gestured to her shirt and she laughed.
"Thanks Kurt," Tina said and then the two made their way to her bedroom. They spend the next two hours dressing up, doing makeup and then re-dressing because the shoes just didn't go with the outfit.
Tina ended up dressed in a tight fitting dress which were lose around her legs and with a very, very low cut on her back. Kurt smiled in triumph as he put the last touch of her dark eye shadow on.
"There," he said and put the brush down. "Gorgeous as ever."
Tina looked into the mirror and her face split in a huge grin. Kurt was a master at making her look her best. And she really wanted to look her best for Mike. He was very sweet. Not to mention hot. She caught Kurt's reflection in the mirror and then looked at her watch.
"Oh my God, Kurt! I'm so sorry! I forgot that we had to go back to your place!" She said and stood up quickly. "C'mon, we can still be there on time, if we hurry!"
"No running in those stilettos, girl, I am warning you!" Kurt scolded with a smile, but still slipped on his shoes and jacket and then they made their way back to Kurt's home.
xxx
As they stepped inside his apartment, Kurt immediately knew something was off. His jackets were on the floor in the hall and he did not throw his clothes around.
"Wait here," he said quietly to Tina, who seemed to know something was up too. Kurt made his way slowly into the living room; half expecting to see a thief and half expecting Blaine to sit on his couch. Both sceneries were nightmares for his eyes. But neither was right. Instead a brand new carpet was leaning up against his sofa with a note on it.
"Bastard," Kurt muttered. Tina showed up behind him and gasped.
"Kurt, is that the new Flokati? I thought you said you couldn't afford it!"
"I couldn't," he mumbled and almost didn't stop himself from kicking the expensive material.
"Oh?" Tina said. "Is it from a secret admirer?" She teased and then saw the note. "It is!" Before Kurt could stop her, she'd taken the note down and began to read.
"Dearest Kurt, I thank you for the splendid night we spend together, I only hope to see you again one day as I have lost my heart to yo-"
"It does not say that!" Kurt gasped and felt the blush creep up his cheeks.
"You're right," Tina laughed. "So what happened?"
"He just ruined my carpet and even though I told him not to, he apparently bought me this," Kurt sighed.
"So wait. He ruined your carpet?" Her eyebrows shot up. "Kurt, you bad, bad boy!" Kurt flushed red when he got what she meant.
"No! NO Tina! That is not what happened!" He squeaked and pulled the note out of her hands.
"Who is he?" She asked.
"Nobody," he mumbled.
"Kurt." Her gaze was fierce.
"Urg. Just… A guy I met. He's nobody, really. I'm never gonna see him again." I hope. Then he looked down at the note in his hand.
You can thank me for my efforts later babe. -B
Kurt rolled his eyes and crumbled the note. He was not having a hard time imagining what kind of 'thanks' Blaine had in mind. But he would be greatly disappointed. Kurt was never going to see the man again, and he was definitely not going to keep the carpet. He would deliver it back as soon as he got the time.
"Kurt?" Tina's voice pulled him back to reality.
"Huh? Yea, sorry. I'll get ready."
"No it wasn't- Are you OK?"
"'m fine," Kurt mumbled and then staggered off to his bedroom. He felt no need for a shower; he'd taken one this morning and it wasn't like he was going on an actual date. He was only there for moral support. He quickly stepped out of his clothes and went to his closet. He looked for his white long sleeved shirt when he suddenly remembered that someone had stolen that to wear. He gritted his teeth and pulled out a short-sleeved shirt instead. He took out his black west with the little grey skulls on it and put it on top of the shirt. He wore a pair of tight black jeans and then settled with his black and white Dr Martens as footwear. He twirled once or twice in front of his mirror and then walked out of his bedroom.
"Wow," Tina said. "Stunning as ever. I hope some of Mike's friends are gay, because that Mr. Hummel is too good to go to waste!" She teased and then gestured to the door. "Ready?"
"Yup," he answered, grabbed a jacket and presented his arm to her. "Care to let me follow you, my fair lady?" Tina giggled, nodded and then they were out the door.
Mike Chang ("Seriously Tina? It's like you're already married!") had asked them to meet up at a fancy little club in the most crowded part of town.
"It's just for drinks and maybe a bit of dancing, Kurt, it'll be fun!" Tina reassured for God knows what time when they reached the club. It looked decent, Kurt decided, but it still didn't feel right. It was like there was this part of his brain that was trying to tell him something. Something important. But he couldn't remember what it was.
Until they stepped into the club and was greeted with the sight of four guys sitting at a table.
The first guy was Mike Chang; dressed in simple white tee and a pair of dark jeans. His hair was slightly styled and he looked great. Tina visibly swooned at the sight of the other Asian. Next to Mike sat a blond guy with very full lips. He was wearing a light blue shirt and, from what Kurt could see, a pair of worn jeans. Next to the blond sat a tall guy with a moehawk in a green shirt with dark jeans; Kurt felt like he knew him from somewhere, but he couldn't quite remember where. And last but not least sat-
Fuck.
Blaine Anderson of all people. Still dressed in Kurt's clothes, and with his signature smirk in place. Kurt felt like running; he actually turned around and took a step towards the exit, before Tina grabbed his arm.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"I- I just- I need to go to the restroom," he stuttered and cursed himself for being such a lousy liar.
"What? Now? We haven't even said hello? Please don't leave me, Kurt," she begged. Kurt looked from her to the table and then back. Damn it. Why am I such a good person? He groaned inaudibly, but nodded nonetheless.
"I won't," he sighed and then they made their way to the table. Tina had just opened her mouth to say something when a dark and familiar voice spoke up.
"Hummel! What the hell?" Kurt turned to look at the guy with the moehawk who was jumping out of his seat to greet him and suddenly he remembered. Noah Puckerman. He rolled his eyes slightly, oh God, just shoot me now, and then plastered a smile onto his face.
"Noah!" Hoping he didn't sound too sarcastic.
"What the fuck, dude? What's ya doing here?"
"Err. I'm just, y'know, here for fun. Um, to accompany Tina," he said and gestured to the Asian, who were currently in the middle of sharing shy smiles with Mike. As if Blaine wasn't enough. Now I have Noah here too. This is going to be a long night.
"That's cool, sit down man!" Puck said enthusiastically and pulled a chair out for him. Right next to Blaine. Great. He gulped audibly, but took the seat anyway; sitting with his back to Blaine, as Puck sat down next to him.
"So how's life for ya?" Puck smiled and took a sip of his beer. Kurt tried to smile back, but it came out forced. He was just about to answer when he felt a strong hand on his waist; pulling him close.
"Hey babe," a warm breath ghosted over his ear. Kurt shivered and pulled away.
"Hello," he said quietly.
"Oh you guys know each other? That's so cool! Are you, like, friends? Like, homies? Like, y'know, I'm okay with that, if you're, like, fucking. Like with each other and stuff? Because I'm totally cool with that y'know!" Puck said sloppily. Kurt blushed a furious red and was about to deny it, when the blond one spoke up.
"Okay Puck, I think you've had enough now!" He said and smiled apologetic at Kurt. "I'm Sam by the way."
"Hi Sam, I'm Kurt," the brunette said and squirmed a little in his seat. He could feel Blaine's eyes on his back. "I'm-"
"He's my newest toy," Blaine interrupted and put his arms around Kurt's waist again.
"Oh, are you two like a thing or?" Sam asked while trying to get Puck's beer out of his grip.
"No!" Kurt said a little too loudly.
"Aww c'mon babe, you know you want me," Blaine retorted and winked.
"I do not 'want' you," Kurt said with disgust. "The only want I feel for you, is the want of getting away."
"Ohh, buurrrrn!" Puck laughed. "Anderson, you got yourself a diva here! But you always were quite the diva, Hummel, even in high school."
"You guys went to school together?" Sam asked with a surprised look on his face. Kurt just nodded and got his chair as far away from Blaine as he could. It didn't help much though, since the curly haired man just moved his own chair with him.
"Yea, Hummel here was like the school's punching bag. At least until he met-"
"Noah, shut up!" Kurt said angrily. He did not want to be reminded of high school. He'd finally escaped that nightmare and he didn't feel like going back. Not now, not ever. But his sudden exclaim apparently caught Blaine's attention.
"Wait, you got pushed around?" The hazel eyed man said as he raised an eyebrow. Kurt just mumbled. Sam and Puck started discussing high school, luckily without mentioning Kurt again, so the brunette was left with Blaine. He had hoped he could escape over to Tina's side, but the Asian was far too busy gazing lovingly into the dark eyes of one Mike Chang.
Kurt suddenly felt a wet pressure to his neck and he jerked back.
"Stop that," he hissed and rubbed his neck where the kiss had been placed. He felt the goosebumps starting to spread.
"C'mon princess, they won't mind," the curly haired man whispered and placed another kiss at Kurt's neck.
"I said stop, Blaine!"
"I know you did, I just don't think you meant it," he mumbled.
"Well I did! Now stop it." Kurt pushed Blaine away forcefully. That man cannot take a hint nor a direct warning.
"Err, guys do you need a minute?" Sam asked with a grin on his face. Kurt blushed again and gritted his teeth. This evening could not get any worse.
"Blaine, get your hands off me!" He said for the tenth time and had moved his chair to sit side by side with Puck by this point.
"Seriously, who raped you, Ice Queen?" Blaine exclaimed in frustration and threw his hands up in the air. Kurt went white as a sheet and turned away. Blaine's eyes grew bigger with realization. No fucking way. Before he even got the chance to think about saying sorry (because he was, damn it, he hadn't meant to say it like that), he felt a sharp pain across his face. He looked up to see Tina stand with her arm raised and a furious expression on her face.
"You bastard," she hissed.
"Tina!" Kurt gasped. He'd never seen the Asian so angry. But he still couldn't find it in himself to get up and leave with a mean comeback like he used to. He was too shocked, too... Scared.
"You should feel lucky that I've already emptied my drink or you'd have that in your face too, you jerk!" Tina yelled; making people around them stare. She got up quickly and pulled Kurt with her to the exit.
"Kurt," she said in a soft voice when they got outside.
"Kurt, baby, look at me." He reluctantly turned his eyes to her.
"Don't listen to scum like him, OK? He doesn't know what he's talking about. It's perfectly normal; you just need time."
"And three years isn't enough?" Kurt mumbled bitterly. He wasn't usually like this. He was calm. Composed. Not a shaking mess outside of a club.
"Oh Kurt." And there it was. The look he didn't want from anyone. The pity, the sadness. He didn't want to be the course of such a look. He didn't want it directed at him.
"I'll go home," he muttered and started walking.
"Kurt-" Tina started, but he cut her off.
"No, it's fine. Go find Mike and say sorry."
"Kurt I will not say sorry for hitting that-"
"Don't say sorry to him. Say sorry to Mike for leaving. And get a real date out if him; he seems like an amazing guy." She blushed a bit at that, but nodded nonetheless.
"And Tina?"
"Yea?"
"Thanks," he said with a small smile before he turned around and walked home. When he finally stepped into the safety of his own apartment, he slumped against the door. This day was by far the worst day in several years. He pulled himself up and went into the living room, completely ignoring the carpet and falling face down onto the couch. He turned his head and his eyes glued themselves to the empty ice cream bucket still standing on his table.
"I was supposed to eat that right now," Kurt mumbled and felt tears spring into his eyes. They silently slipped down his cheeks and he buried his face in one of the couch pillows.
xxx
Kurt was awoken by a knocking sound. He sat up slowly, not even realizing that he'd fell asleep on his couch. It had been a long time since he'd cried himself to sleep. There sounded another knock on his door. He groaned and got up to see who was disturbing him at this time of the night. He looked through the spy-hole and almost banged his head against the hard oak. Blaine. Of course. Kurt sighed and reached out for the handle. But then stopped himself. He didn't have any reason to let Blaine in. He turned around and then he heard Blaine speak.
"I know you're in there," it sounded from the other side of the door. "I can sense your ass out here. Would recognize it even if I was miles away." Kurt blushed but gritted his teeth. He wasn't going to let the bastard in. it was his fault that all Kurt's nightmares were back in his life.
"So tell me wheeeen; you're gonna let me iiiiin!" Like singing is going to get me to let you in, you prick. Your voice is not that good and-
"Baby, baby, baby ohh! Like, baby, baby, baby no!" Kurt pulled the door open with a force he didn't know he had.
"Seriously? You want me to let you into my apartment; so you go with Justin Bieber?"
"Worked, didn't it?" Blaine smirked.
"Urg," Kurt groaned and was about to slam the door shut, but Blaine held it open with one hand.
"Just let me in," he said.
"No."
"Babe c'mon."
"My name is not b-"
"Kurt." Suddenly the hazel eyes were serious and Blaine let out a deep sigh. "Please?" He almost sounded like he was choking on the word. Kurt looked into his apartment, but then shook his head. He stepped out of the door and closed it.
"We can talk out here," he said and crossed his arms.
"Err." Blaine said and scratched the back of his neck. "Y'know, that thing… Eh." Kurt had never heard him sound so normal before. Like he was stumbling over the words. "I mean, it's just, I…" Kurt was about to reach out and tell him it was okay, he hadn't known, and even if he had been a jerk, he was at least trying to say sorry. But then the curly haired man spoke up clearly.
"You know, if you'd just let me feel you up, we wouldn't even be having this conversation." Kurt couldn't believe his own ears.
"Wait, what? You're blaming this on me?" He felt his anger squirm.
"Well, y'know, if you hadn't been so stuck up and just-"
"You're seriously going to blame me for this? I can't believe I was actually going to forgive you!" Kurt felt his voice crack at the last words. "You're just a selfish- urg. I don't even have words for it. Get the hell out!" He turned around, but before he could close his door, Blaine was there again; this time it was his foot that stopped the door.
"Don't be such a bitch about it; you know it's partly your fault!" Blaine said with a roll of his eyes. Kurt felt his anger take over and jammed his heel directly into Blaine's foot.
"Ow! What the f-" But Kurt didn't hear any more before he slammed the door shut, locked it and stomped back into his living room. He didn't stop himself from kicking the carpet still leaning against his sofa as he made his way into his bedroom while mumbling.
xxx
Beep. Beep. Beep. Kurt groaned and rolled out of his bed. He shuffled over to his alarm clock and turned it off. He groggily made his way to the bathroom. He stopped in front of the mirror and opened one eye slightly.
"Oh God," he mumbled and then stripped out of his pajamas. He turned on the hot water and stepped inside the shower; letting all his worries from the night leave his mind. He took longer than usual to finish his shower, but he did have a lot to think about. On one fact he was sure though; he was never going to see Blaine Anderson again.
He dressed in a pair of dark skintight jeans, knee high boots, a light blue shirt and a black slim tie. He grabbed an apple in the kitchen, sent the carpet a death glare and then put on his pea coat. It was supposed to be cold outside today. He opened his door and almost tripped over a big package. It had a note sticking to it.
Matching pillows for the princess. -B
Kurt sighed and kicked the package. Hard. You have got to be fucking kidding me, he thought and pushed the heavy pillows away from his door; closing it behind him. I'll ignore that. I am so going to ignore that, he chanted as he walked out of the building and headed off to his work. He slid open his iPhone and wrote himself a note, after he had roamed around in his pockets. Buy new earplugs.
The walk to work felt longer than ever, and he instantly regretted not just calling a cab. He had no music and he was trying desperately not to think about an arrogant bastard with an amazing body and a pair of beautiful e- Stop it. He shook his head and walked faster; trying to concentrate on the sound of his own steps.
Kurt breathed out heavily as he reached work. This was just what he needed; a day where he buried himself in his work. He was still new, so there was a lot for him to do. He marched over to his desk; greeting his co-workers politely and slumped down on his chair. He cracked his fingers lazily, turned on his laptop and began finding the designs from yesterday.
The well-known ding sounded from the elevator and Kurt ignored it, like he always did. He didn't have time to look at every person who walked in and out of the office.
"Where the hell do I find the boss?" An all too familiar voice yelled.
Oh please, whoever-is-in-charge-of-the-world, let me be wrong. He turned his head to the elevator and of course he'd been right. He locked eyes with one Blaine Anderson; who smirked and send him a wink.
A/N: Blaine kinda is an ass. And apparently he's a stalker too? Or what d'ya think? Leave me your thoughts guys! The more review, the faster I type, you know that :D LOVE YOU ALL.