Author's Note: Um...thank you 'msgoodbar2257' for leaving a slew of reviews and getting me back into gear. I have never nor will I ever forget this story. I just...got distracted. Summer has been more eventful than I've planned. I'll try to worm in some more productivity when I can! Everyone who reviews is amazing and thank you to all who have been waiting patiently! *cyber huggles for all!*
So extra long chappie for everyone after being gone for so long! :D But it's full of angsty feels so...yeah.
Next chapter I have some fun times planned. Yay!
Enjoy!
Again, no beta. All mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing, nothing. No profit made etc. See Chapter 1 for more elaborate disclaimer.
~C.J.
(Chapter 14)
So scared of breaking it
That you won't let it bend
And I wrote two hundred letters
I will never send
Blaine strummed his guitar lazily, looking up at the sky and again wishing he were back in Westerville just so he could catch a glimpse of the stars he knew he couldn't see here.
Sometimes these cuts are so much deeper than they seem
You'd rather cover up
I'd rather let them bleed
The song was slow, a soft melody Blaine had adapted from the original.
So let me be
And I'll set you free
He stopped strumming for a bit, putting a bottle of vodka to his lips and taking a mouthful of the burning liquid. Then he sat back in his plastic lounge chair, picking right back up where he left off.
I am in misery
There ain't nobody who can comfort me
Oh yeah
It's been days. Days since Kurt ran out of the loft, refusing to even give Blaine a chance to explain.
Why won't you answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me
Oh yeah
Text massages, phone calls, nothing was answered.
Girl, you really got me bad
You really got me bad
I'm gonna get you back
I'm gonna get you back
Blaine would have gone over to Kurt's apartment, but something told him that might end up making things worse between them.
You say your faith is shaken
And you may be mistaken
To keep me wide awake and waiting for the sun
Again he stops, lifting the bottle to his lips and not even caring when some of it trickles down over his still unshaven face. He downed the last drops of the bottle, letting it slip from his hands to the rooftop floor before he fell back into the chair. Listening as it clinked and clanked while it rolled away.
I'm desperate and confused
So far away from you
I'm getting there; I don't care where I have to run
It was cold out, and yet, Blaine was bare-chested and barefoot. Blaine was so upset with himself that he hadn't even bothered to gel the last couple of days. He didn't think he deserved to look dapper when all he felt was deceitful and untrustworthy.
Why do you do what you do to me, yeah?
Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah?
Why do you do what you do to me, yeah?
Why won't you answer me, answer me, yeah?
He couldn't blame Kurt. He had every right to be upset with Blaine. If Kurt never talked to him again, he wouldn't be surprised. But would Blaine be miserable?
Duh.
This love has taken its toll on me
She said 'Goodbye' too many times before
Hah! Love? What did Blaine even know about love?
An 'open relationship' and sex on command, that was Sebastian's twisted view of love. That's not what Blaine wanted.
One night stands, with people who saw nothing more than a body to get off on. That's not what Blaine wanted.
Cause' I am in misery
There ain't nobody who can comfort me
Oh yeah
A chance to be vulnerable with someone, to hold someone close enough to feel their heart beat against your own, to hold one's hand and feel that spark of electricity run through your veins, and…so much more. This is what Blaine wants.
Why won't you answer me, answer me?
The silence is slowly killing me
It can't be what he's feeling already, can it?
It's too soon.
It's too much.
It's…a dream, and a nightmare.
And it's seriously not something he should be contemplating when he's inebriated.
You really got me bad
You really got me bad
Blaine honestly doesn't know if what he feels is love.
This love has…
He just knows it's something worth holding on to.
…given me misery
"Aww baby, serenading me after our little sex-capade?"
Blaine groaned, covering his face with his hands at hearing that pompous voice. "Get bent."
Sebastian smirked, "Oh killer, I already was." He was in nothing but boxer shorts and one of Blaine's white button-ups. He sauntered over to the musician and sat down in the space where Blaine's legs had been outstretched on.
Prick.
Blaine rolled his eyes. "I was drunk, and lonely. It…it was a mistake." He may have despised Sebastian, but something in him still felt bad for using anyone.
"You're definitely still drunk if you're calling what we did a mistake," A sleazy smile spread across his face. "Because you weren't complaining about a thing an hour ago."
"Why are you still here?" Blaine asked, exasperated.
Sebastian turned his head away, refusing to make eye contact. "I thought I'd stay over for once."
Blaine sat up proper then, suspicion clear on his face. "You NEVER stay over after we have sex."
He turned back to glare at the curly-haired male. "Can't you just accept that I want to be with you?"
Blaine narrowed his eyes, "No, I can't. You hate cuddling, you hate emotions, and you hate commitment."
"Look short stack, maybe I wasn't ready for a real relationship in high school. I mean its high school, who the hell wants to be tied down to one guy?"
"I did." Resentment was clear in the curly-haired man's voice.
"That's because you were a clingy, sickeningly romantic sap. After one day with you, I fucking developed claustrophobia."
Blaine scoffed, "It's called being a loving boyfriend you emotionally stunted dick."
Wow, I must not be as intoxicated as I thought.
Sebastian waved him off, like what he said was irrelevant. What he said was always irrelevant. "Whatever. My point is, it was a total turn off back then, but now…I'm willing to give you another chance."
Blaine chocked back a laugh, "Are you fucking joking?"
The other male narrowed his eyes, "Does it look like I'm joking?"
He started laughing, Blaine started full on laughing. "Oh my God, that's great. Yeah, YOU give ME another chance. Uhuh. Sure, in your dreams. Get off my roof. You know your way out; door's that way. Go on."
Sebastian stood up abruptly and his nostrils flared. "Isn't this what you wanted, Blaine? Have someone you can fawn over and be a hopeless romantic to? I'm giving you the golden opportunity to have that with me, Sebastian Stanton Smythe. I'm smart. I'm hot as hell. And I'll be more than financially secure once I take over my dad's law firm."
Blaine wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and looked up at Sebastian with an entertained grin on his face. "Are you so desperate to feel something from someone else that you'll hold on to a love that died years ago? If it ever was that."
"Shut up. I made you fall head over heals in love with me. I know I did."
He looked away and snorted, "Don't you even try to pawn off what happened between us in high school as love. I was your fucking doormat, your toy, your damn convenience. A stupid teenager who had sex for the first time and thought…and thought that it meant more to you than it actually did." Blaine looked back at him with tired eyes. "Maybe I should apologize too. Apologize for ever saying 'I love you' when I had no idea what it truly meant."
The taller male sneered, "And what? Now you do?"
The dreamy smile that crept across Blaine's face caused Sebastian to sneer harder. "Maybe…"
"With who? The little twink who gave you this shitty ragdoll?" Sebastian whipped out the little stuffed animal from somewhere Blaine hadn't even known the other had been hiding it. "You don't even know him!"
Blaine felt something hot burn in his gut, "Yeah? Well, I've known you for years, and yet, I already like him better than I have ever liked you!"
"God, look at you. Nick was right, you've turned into such a loser!" Sebastian mocked. "Don't throw us away for someone you JUST met, its pathetic."
Damn you, Nick.
Blaine balled his hands into fists, as he looked up at Sebastian. "You don't have a say in what I do anymore! And Kurt is really none of your business." He made a grab for Margaret Thatcher Dog, but Sebastian reeled back at the attempt. "Ugh, why do you care anyways?! Tell me; tell me before I ask you to get the fuck out AGAIN. Because I refuse to believe you've actually had a change of heart. You'd actually need to have a heart before it could change in any manner."
Sebastian's eyebrow twitched, "Maybe I've finally realized that I love you, that I've always loved you."
"All you ever did was put me down, and mess with my head. I don't think you ever cared about me at all." He shook his head at how stupid he was. "I deserve better…better than you, at least."
He pointed a warning finger at Blaine. "Listen here, I refuse to be one upped by some little priss!"
"Well, there it is. Threatened, you feel threatened by him."
He scoffed, "Don't be ridiculous."
"No, you are. But you shouldn't be…because we never had a chance."
"He doesn't know you!" Sebastian gripped the stuffed puppy tighter, Blaine afraid the poor thing's stitching was about to pop. "I am the one who knows you better than anyone else, Blaine. Fuck him if you want, but I know you'll always come crawling back to me." Blaine winced at the harsh words directed around Kurt, but Sebastian kept at him. "I mean, look at where we are now. You so called lovebirds have a fight already? Is that why you were so eager to rip off my clothes?" He looked down at the stuffed animal he was currently wringing in his hands. "You may think you love him, but we both know it's just another failed attempt at you trying to get over me." He looked up then, sending a superior smirk Blaine's way. Within three seconds, Sebastian turned around, and threw the little puppy down into the alleyway.
Blaine's eyes went wide.
NO!
Before Blaine could scramble out of his chair, Sebastian went over and jumped to straddle the other's thighs, trapping him in his seat. He pushed Blaine's torso back to prevent him from getting up, he wasn't done talking at him yet. "Blaine, you haven't had a decent relationship since ours. It's because you don't want to. No one could possibly understand you like I do. No one could possibly want you like I want you. And deep down, that's exactly how you like it."
Blaine hadn't even bothered to look at Sebastian, his eyes trained on the spot where Margaret Thatcher Dog had been chucked over. A minute or so passed of Blaine saying nothing, and Sebastian was beginning to think his little rant had gotten through to him. But then Blaine looked up at him, normally warm honey eyes looking cold and muddy. "You think you know everything, don't you? Well, guess what. You don't know a thing about me. You don't mean a thing to me." An emotionless smirk spread across his face. "You…are nothing more…than a high class BITCH."
Sebastian's whole face was surpassing a deep shade of red and it looked as if he was about to turn a mean purple color with how hard he was scowling at the shorter male. God, he almost wished for Sebastian to have an aneurism at this point, but of course he'd never wish that on anyone…well…no, no, of course not. The empty smile never faltered on Blaine's face as he started to hum a tune Sebastian didn't recognize.
The bitch came back, the very next day
Oh, the bitch came back
I thought she was a goner
But the bitch came back
She couldn't stay away
Sebastian scoffed, "You say it like it's a bad thing."
Don't you know the bitch came back?
Blaine pushed back against Sebastian's chest this time. Effectively getting said male to scramble off Blaine's thighs. Causing Sebastian to, very unceremoniously, land in a heap on the floor. Sebastian glared up at Blaine. The musician getting out of his chair and flinging his guitar around so it was now strapped to his back, no longer hanging down in front of him. Watching as the jerk got to his feet.
I like her so much better when she's down on her knees
Sebastian scrunched up his nose is disgust. Guess it really was a bad thing.
Cause when she's in my face that's when I'm starting to see
That all my friends were right for thinking that we'd be wrong
Well she's so fuckin' stupid bet she's singing along
Sebastian huffed, "I don't have to stand here and listen to this." He turned around and started descending the ladder from the roof.
Blaine wasn't letting up; he followed Sebastian down the fire escape stairs. "Oh, I think you do. It's about time you finally listen to what I have to say!"
The bitch came back the very next day
Oh, the bitch came back
I thought she was a goner
But the bitch came back
She couldn't stay away
Sebastian looked back at where Blaine was following him. "Singing freak!"
Don't you know the bitch came back?
He landed on the platform that was outside Blaine's apartment. The taller male making his way through the open window, but then he was yanked back by the collar of the shirt that wasn't his. Sebastian felt his back being shoved up against the brick building. Blaine had Sebastian's wrists in his own, pinning them against the wall. The caged in boy had a shocked look on his face, how dare he? Since when did Blaine have the gall to go against Sebastian like that?
Blaine chuckled, pressing his body right into Sebastian's. "Listen carefully, because I will not repeat myself again."
The trouble with girls is it's never enough
They love to complain and they never shut up
They like to tell you the way it ought to be
Go on and tell the world, but just don't tell me
"You have some nerv—"
"Shut. Up." Blaine gritted out.
It ain't a joke when I say I wanna throw you out
I really mean it
I really mean it
Well look who's laughing now!
*SMACK*
Sebastian finally shoved Blaine off of him, Blaine catching himself on the railing behind him and holding a hand to his enflamed cheek. He smacked him; Sebastian Smythe had just smacked Blaine across the cheek.
That BITCH.
"I can't wait till the day he drops you on your ass." Sebastian glared at Blaine as he went back into the apartment, gathering up his clothes and shouting at Blaine. "And by the time you come to your senses, you won't even exist to me!"
"You're an idiot, and you're pathetic!"
"I am so glad we're done!"
"I was getting tired of you and your whiny attitude anyways!"
"But you hear me…you're going to regret me, Anderson! I can promise you that!"
Curse words, more repetition of the same thing, and then finally, Blaine's apartment door slammed shut. Blaine slumped against the railing, looking up at the sky and shaking his head at the spectacle that was Sebastian Smythe. Blaine had no idea how he ever lasted so long with him. And he still didn't know if Sebastian had taken what Blaine had said seriously, but for now, Blaine could only hope that he did. Because one thing was for sure…
I already regret you, Sebastian.
A few beers later (along with an unexpected passing out), and Blaine's body was face down on the lounge chair atop the roof. Same dress as he had been in when he kicked out Sebastian, snuffled snores emitting from his parted lips, as well a bit of drool. He groaned when a ticklish sensation flitted across his bare back, making shivers go up his spine.
Nygh.
Suddenly, something soft and warm was being draped across his back. His blanket, obviously, then the corners of the material was being tucked under Blaine's flanks. Blaine's sweaty curls were being brushed back from his forehead, a sweet gesture that Blaine didn't understand. "I guess I'll come back later." A light voice whispered.
Blaine snorted loudly, the noise making him jerk abruptly and turn over dazedly.
Huh?
The most likely hung over boy flipped onto his back, his eyes cracking open the slightest bit. Then recoiling at the bright sun burning his eyes and searing his brain.
Mother. Of. God.
Blaine sat up then, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. "Fuck…I am never drinking again."
There it was, that giggle. The one he hadn't heard in days.
It…it can't be.
"Kurt?" Blaine squinted up, shielding his eyes from the sun with his left hand to get a better look at the individual currently standing over him.
"Y-Yeah…it's me."
A beat of silence, nothing but car honks and lulled shouts drifting up from the streets below to fill in the silent air.
"This was stupid." Kurt backtracked. "I should…I should go."
"No!" Blaine shot out a hand and grabbed onto Kurt's, the fast action making dizzying spots appear before his eyes. He groaned, flopping back in his chair and covering his mouth before the contents of his stomach emptied out onto the roof.
"Rough night?" Kurt guessed.
Blaine nodded sheepishly, "Yeah…sorry. Just…just don't go. Please."
Kurt bit his lip hesitantly, shifting from foot to foot in his dance shoes. "Uh…okay." He looked at the spot on the plastic chair where Blaine's legs were stretched out and tangled in the blanket. "C-Can I sit?" He gestured towards it.
"Oh! Yeah. No, sorry. Yeah, of course." Blaine mumbled. Bringing his legs towards him so he could sit cross-legged and moved the blanket he'd brought up out of the way. He cringed when a couple of beer bottles clanked to floor and rolled away. "Sorry. Sorry, it's a mess. I'm a mess. I must look awful too. God, this isn't how I wanted you to see me." He babbled.
Kurt flicked off a bottle cap with his fingers before sitting down as well, taking after Blaine and sitting cross-legged as he faced him. As some of the sleepiness began to ware off, Blaine was able to focus more clearly on Kurt himself. Well, as clearly as one could manage when they were experiencing the hang over from hell. However, the splitting headache, the bleary eyes, the ringing in his ears, the sweat sticky skin, and the fact that booze was probably seeping out from his pores didn't bother Blaine. The only thing he was channeling all his focus on, was Kurt. The other male was currently fiddling with the end of a shoelace, clad in an oversized worn-out red Titan hoodie, and simple jeans (not skin tight like his pants normally were, but still fit to his body).
"Guess I don't have to ask what you've been up to." Kurt said, gesturing to the mess around Blaine's solo chair.
Blaine frowned and turned away, cheeks coloring with chagrin.
"N-Not that I'm judging or anything. It was just…the bottles…and the…I—"
"What are you doing here?" Blaine blurted out.
Kurt pursed his lips together, pulling at his hoodie's sleeves nervously so they covered the palms of his hands. "Right to the point, I see."
"Kurt…"
He sighed, "I…don't know really. It goes against…everyone's advice."
Blaine furrowed his brows. "What does?"
"Seeing you." Kurt wiped his sleeve across his nose before continuing; "Um…I had a long talk…with Rachel." He laughed briefly. "She called me after that traitor, Puck, called her. Then once she was done chewing me out for the fact that Puck knew about you before she did, Rachel told me you were…um…"
"What?"
"A two-faced troll who needed to be thrown in the Hudson River."
Well, don't sugar coat it.
"But you know, in a mean way." Kurt smiled slightly, looking down at his fidgeting hands. "Apparently the guys would be happy to do so, but I told them to stuff it. My brother needs to enjoy his honeymoon, and Puck needs to mind his own damn business. They can be so nosy sometimes. I always have to remind myself that they MEAN well." Kurt giggled, "Even if they can be idiots."
"Then…why did you come see me?" Kurt blushed, his hands finding their way into his hoodie's front pocket. He carefully pulled an item from the hoodie, one that made Blaine light up. "Thatcher Dog!" The pale young man bit his lip to keep from smiling any wider, pushing the stuffed animal over to an excited Blaine and feeling elated when the shirtless male hugged the big-eyed puppy to his chest tightly. "I thought I lost this little guy forever."
"I found him on my stairwell as I went out on my fire escape this morning. He was just lying there, all pathetic with his ridiculously big eyes, all lost and stuff." Kurt threaded his fingers together. "It sounds stupid, but it was like a sign. A sign that told me I needed to see you."
"I don't think it sounds stupid at all."
"So I…rushed over here. You didn't answer when I buzzed your apartment. I almost went back to Rachel's. I thought maybe you weren't home."
But I was…
"But…I thought back to when I saw you up on the edge of the roof, so I took a chance…and here you are."
"Here I am."
Kurt looked Blaine in the eye, something squeezing inside Kurt as he took in the curly-haired man's disarray appearance. "I hate being mad you…"
Blaine's throat clenched, "I hate you being mad at me."
"Yeah…I know I ignored you, and I'm sorry, but I was hurt. I just needed some time to think over a few things, but…"
Pleasepleaseplease.
"But?"
"But…I think running out like that, without so much as a second look to you, might have been an overreaction on my part. And I really want to know your side of the story. Before, ya know, anything else happens."
Blaine nodded frantically, then winced as the movement made him dizzy. "Wh-Whatever you want. And I…I really am sorry I didn't tell you the truth."
Kurt bit his lip, "Why? You already told me you were a musician. Why couldn't you just tell me about the band?"
"Because I hate it!" Blaine shouted, immediately recoiling at the sound of his own voice ringing in his sensitive ears. "Ugh…I hate my job. I'm a fucking sell-out. Every time I go up there and try to be this persona they want, I just feel so…so…"
"Miserable?"
Yeah…
Wait…h-how…?
"I could see it. Once I was done wallowing in my own self-pity…"
Shit.
"…I remember the look on your face during the performance, and the song itself. They made you do all that stuff, didn't they?"
Blaine swallowed thickly; trying to keep down whatever uneasiness was churning in his gut. "Yes, and I didn't want you to ever see me like that. It's freaking humiliating." He stared at Kurt then, watching as the blue-eyed boy stared down at his hands that just seemed to be oh so fascinating throughout their conversation. "I'm ashamed at how much of a pushover I've become. It was their idea for that stupid wannabe rock band, and I…I just didn't know how to say no. They're my friends, have been for years. And the thought of you being subjected to that…that SHAM, that damn project you saw on that stage…freaking kills me on the inside."
"Why do you care about what I think so much?" He asked in a small voice.
"Because you get it. I don't know how you get it, but you just do." Blaine replied without hesitation. "You're special, Kurt."
Kurt snorted.
"You are. I may have mislead you about my job, but the boardwalk…that was real for me." He grabbed one of Kurt's hands, stopping him from picking at his cuticles. "I'll tell you everything. About how I used to take classes at NYU, but secretly always wanted to get into NYADA. How I used to be with a manipulative dick that never had anything positive to say about me and how stupid I was for giving him a second chance after he cheated on me."
"Blaine…"
"How I feel like a damn puppet up on stage instead of a performer, how my father got away with derogatory comments about my sexuality and how my mother never said anything to defend me because she secretly agreed with him."
"You don't have to—"
"The first time I saw you wasn't at Puck's club or that night we sang together, it was a few days before that." Kurt's eyebrows rose at that statement. "I saw you looking out at the city…you looked so breathtaking. I don't know why, but I just had this feeling…this feeling that if I didn't try to make an effort to at least meet you, that I would be making a HUGE mistake." His eyes started to water, "And then I did meet you, and I talked to you, and I KISSED you. Then I go and…screw everything up." He shook his head.
"No, you didn't." Kurt gripped Blaine's hand and finally looked up into Anderson's eyes, "I had a feeling too Blaine…about you." The hazel-eyed boy felt himself hope. "I don't…click…with people very often. Not like I did with you. Puck, Rachel, even Finn; it took time before I was even a third as comfortable with them as I've become with you. And…I'm REALLY taking a chance on you here."
I feel the same way about you.
It's just so easy.
This.
Us.
I can't screw this up again…I can't.
"Also…you're not the only one who hides things. Things they're…I'M ashamed of." Kurt wanted to avert his eyes again, but Blaine caught his chin and brought their eyes back to each other.
"You never have to be ashamed of anything with me."
Kurt felt his lips quirk up at the corners. "And if I were to have said that to you a few days ago, would you have been more honest with me?"
No.
"Um…I don't know. Maybe?"
"See? I know what it's like to hide things, about yourself from the people around you. I've done it since high school." Kurt gave Blaine a warm look. "That's why you go by Devon on stage, isn't it? Blaine feels like a different person to you, so you try to become a different part of yourself. One you like better."
Stop.
Stop it.
Blaine's eyes began to tear up again; it was so fucking hard to control his emotions when he was this hung over. "I go out on stage under the name Devon when I'm not around my friends. When I have to…be what the guys want, I go out as Blaine." The musician sniffed, "No one has ever figured out that they're the same performer. You're the only one who has ever noticed that we're the same person. People see what they want or don't want to see, ya know?" Blaine wiped at his eyes furiously. "That's why you're special. That's why I care so freaking much about what you think of me. You actually SEE me, all of me, not just the parts I play."
Kurt stared at Blaine.
Stared at him for such a long time that Blaine was starting to feel a little panicked. But then Kurt spoke, and that's when Blaine definitely started to panic. "I changed my mind. I can't do this." Kurt scrambled off the lounged chair and started to briskly walk towards the fire escape.
No, Blaine had just gotten Kurt to talk to him again. He couldn't go back to nothing, to silence. "Wait. No, Kurt. Wait!" Blaine ignored how the pitch caused his brain to throb, fighting himself out of his blanket and damn near sprinting to Kurt. He caught the fleeing boy, catching the other's middle while the taller one had barely gripped onto the top of the ladder. "Please don't give up on me now. I know this is all crazy and confusing, but I can't help what I sound like. This is what I feel, Kurt. My life is hectic, and you shouldn't want to be apart of this whole charade…but I want to see where we can go."
Kurt remained motionless, his hands white-knuckling the railing. Blaine placed his hands over Kurt's rigid ones, easing them off and turning said boy around in his arms. He looked up at Kurt, watching as the glasz eyed boy regarded him with caution. The morning sun was shining off the side of his porcelain face, making him glow like an angelic beacon. Blaine couldn't help himself, if this was the last he was going to see of Kurt, he had to take a chance.
So he kissed him.
Blaine cupped his cheek and pressed his warm lips against Kurt's. The taller boy gripping Blaine's exposed shoulders in retaliation, then his bare biceps, his movements seeming as if he wasn't sure whether or not to push Blaine away or pull him closer. It was a quick kiss, soft pressure between two sets of lips. Kurt sucked in a sharp breath once Blaine pulled back, preparing himself to be smacked…again. He just stared at Blaine, eyes wide and caught off guard.
Blaine blinked rapidly, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I'm…I'm sorry."
"Can you do me a favor?" He breathed out, still a bit winded from Blaine's surprise kiss.
Blaine nodded without hesitation. "Y-Yeah, yeah."
"Don't prove my friends right, okay? I-I don't think I could handle that a second time."
Second time?
"Wouldn't dream of it." Blaine replied quickly. Kurt's lips quirked up slightly at the answer, his eyes actually crinkling at the sides with his expression. The sight of the two them basically embracing on the rooftop was special. Blaine wanted to stay like that, have the astounding boy in arms for longer than he deserved. However, something began to nag at him, a pin prickling feeling prodding at the back of his mind.
Kurt furrowed his brows, noticing Blaine suddenly looking everywhere but him. "What's wrong?"
Blaine furrowed his triangular eyebrows as well, "I need to tell you something."
Kurt's face got an amused look, internally giggling at how seriously Blaine was taking their renewed honesty thing. "You don't have to."
"But you don't understand. I got these notes on my door a few days ago, and at first I thought it was just some crazy fans of mine leaving creepily fangirly notes again."
He laughed, threw his head back and laughed in Blaine's arms. "Well, aren't you popular. Is Blaine Anderson telling me to watch out for his fangirls when we're out in public?"
"No, what? That's not…"
Kurt patted Blaine's curls, "There, there. I think I can take care of myself when it comes to a few screaming women."
"Kurt, please listen—"
But he didn't, Kurt pressed a finger to Blaine's lips in a shushing manner. "Hey, there's no need to tell me anything else today. We can talk tomorrow." He blushed, blushed for a reason Blaine didn't understand. "After all, I never did get to take you out on my planned date."
"I…" Blaine felt his mouth snap shut. "Huh?"
Kurt chuckled, pushing at Blaine's chest so he stumbled backwards a bit. "I'll buzz your apartment around ten." He gave Blaine a mischievous smirk. What happened to the hesitant Kurt that was there like a minute ago? "Wear something fun, 'cause we're going to have some." Kurt moods were beginning to give his hazy brain whiplash. He had begun descending the ladder when he added, "Oh, and please think about showering. Last night's little drinking binge is like seeping out of your pores, kay?"
Blaine blushed, crossing an arm over his chest and covering his face with the other hand. He listened to the sounds of Kurt climbing down the metal escape, in complete disbelief that the beautiful chestnut haired boy has not tossed him aside like he'd expected him to.
Blaine dropped his hands, his foot tapping on the dirty floor as he bit his lower lip. He wasn't stupid, prideful and stubborn maybe, but not stupid. This was getting out of hand. If he wanted to have anything with Kurt, he was going to need some help. Ignoring 'whoever' hadn't been working too much for him. The catastrophe at the maze had been proof of that. Kurt obviously had no idea what was going on, but maybe someone else did.
And he knew just who to ask.
A/N: First song is Darren's own mash-up of Marron 5's 'Misery' and 'This Love.' The second is Theory of a Deadman's 'Bitch Came Back.' I'll be back when I can! I promise I'm trying! In the mean time, review? ^-^