Here it is... 'Blame It On The Alcohol'! (Which I often accidentally type as 'Blaine It On The Alcohol'... is it sad that my muscle memory wants to type 'Blaine'? Don't answer that.)
For once, I think I'm just going to say nothing about it and let you carry on and just read it! I hope you like it! :)
(I do not own Glee or any of the characters, dialogue, or songs from the show. It's all just for fun!)
BLAINE
"Welcome," Blaine heard Rachel's voice as he followed Kurt down the stairs into Rachel's basement, "Kurt, Blaine... wasn't expecting you guys."
Blaine stifled a smile as he recalled Kurt's phone conversation with Finn the day before. Blaine had only heard Kurt's side of the conversation, but it had been quite a spectacular show.
"Kurt's been blackmailing me ever since he saw my browser history," Finn admitted quietly, "He kind of insisted on coming."
"I'm totally off the clock right now, Rachel," Blaine attempted to reassure their host, "I'm not a Warbler – I'm just Blaine. I'm not even wearing my uniform."
As Kurt asked about the function of the large room and Rachel took their jackets, Blaine took a moment to silently berate himself. He had intended for his final point to be a reinforcement to the idea of him being "just Blaine", but as soon as the sentence had escaped from his lips he wished he could take it back. Of course he wasn't wearing his uniform to a party.
He looked around the large room, and his eyes fell on a small raised platform near one of the walls.
"Is that a stage?" He asked incredulously.
"I like to give impromptu performances for our neighbors sometimes," Rachel said proudly.
Rachel turned to speak to Quinn for a moment, and Kurt leaned over to whisper in Blaine's ear. "She'll be singing on that stage before the night is over. If there's one thing Rachel Berry cannot resist, it's an audience."
Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Can we suggest songs?" he smirked.
"I wouldn't," Kurt said, wringing his hands for a moment, "Don't encourage her."
"Okay, let's go over the rules," Rachel said, turning her attention back to Kurt and Blaine, "Everybody gets two drink tickets to keep things from getting out of hand. We are serving wine coolers today; that is our specialty drink." She looked uncertain. "It's actually all we have."
Blaine and Kurt took their drink tickets and walked over to stand near the room's bar. Blaine slipped the drink tickets into his pocket.
"I can't believe this room," Blaine laughed, gesturing with his arms. "All this for a once-a-year party?"
"A fabulous once-a-year party," Kurt amended.
Blaine shook his head.
"The real question," Kurt said critically, "is what possessed Rachel to wear... that. What is she trying to do, avoid the arduous task of changing into pajamas later?"
Blaine felt terrible for laughing, but he couldn't stop himself. He pulled himself together as Puck approached.
"Breaking into the liquor cabinet," Puck answered their unspoken question as he knelt down to examine the lock. "Nobody's going to have a good time drinking that stuff." He motioned behind him at the small box of wine coolers.
"I like wine coolers," Blaine shrugged.
"Yeah," Puck retorted, "if you're having a tea party."
"Oh god," Kurt mumbled, pulling Blaine away from Puck and his lock-picking skills, "Let's just pretend we're not witnessing this."
"Come on, it'll be fun," Blaine said lightly. "We're in a safe environment, and Finn's our designated driver, so why not?"
"Maybe because it's illegal?" Kurt suggested, matching Blaine's light tone.
They were interrupted by Puck's cry of triumph as he managed to open the lock to the Berry family liquor cabinet. A few minutes later, Puck had gathered everything necessary for consuming the alcoholic beverages, and he lined it all up on the bar.
"Alright," Puck said, sweeping his arms out to indicate the drinks. "This is a party."
KURT
Kurt watched as Puck lined up some shot glasses on the counter and poured some kind of clear liquor. "Come and get it," Puck smirked at the group.
Kurt rolled his eyes as the drinking began. Blaine stepped up to the bar, picked up two shots, and turned back to Kurt.
"Want one?" He asked with a smile, offering one of the small glasses to Kurt.
"No," Kurt said casually, "I'm gonna start with something else. You go ahead, though." He nodded encouragingly.
Blaine smiled and took the first shot. Before he could drink the second, Santana stepped over and snatched it out of his hand.
"No sir," she said seductively, "if you want two in a row you have to pay."
Kurt's jaw would have hit the floor if it wasn't attached to the rest of his skull. "Santana!" He scolded.
Blaine laughed, and Kurt wondered if it was possible to be drunk five seconds after ingesting your first shot. "I didn't bring any money," Blaine teased.
"I can't believe this is happening," Kurt groaned.
"Yeah," Santana scrutinized Blaine's appearance, "probably because you spent it all on that gel in your–" she stopped abruptly, and Kurt shook his head quickly at the look in her eyes.
"Santana, I–" he started to object, but she turned on him.
"I'm not asking for your permission, sweetie," she snapped, "Last time I checked, you don't own this pretty boy."
Kurt had to sit down. He took a few steps back and sank into a chair. The drinking had hardly begun, and he already felt like things were out of control.
"Your payment," Santana turned back to Blaine, "will be taken right over here..." she grabbed Blaine's arm and dragged him behind the bar.
"Hey," Brittany walked behind the bar to join them. She reached out and brushed a stray bit of hair out of Santana's face. "What's going on?"
"I'm washing the grease out of Mr. Warbler's hair," Santana said, pushing Blaine against the counter with one hand as she turned on the sink with the other.
"Santana, don't be mean!" Brittany said in a loud whisper. "Maybe he just can't afford shampoo or something... you're going to make him feel bad!"
Santana opened her mouth to respond, but then shut it again.
"It's alright, Brittany," Blaine said with a smile. The blonde girl nodded, still skeptical, and walked away.
"Alright, let's do this," Santana said. She waved the full shot glass in Blaine's face with one hand and gestured to the sink with the other.
Blaine turned to face the sink, and Kurt met his eyes momentarily. Blaine winked, and then his head disappeared from view as he leaned over to put his head under the running water.
"I can't watch this," Kurt groaned. He leaned back and closed his eyes.
"Hey, you okay man?" Puck's voice asked. "You haven't passed out already, have you?"
"No, Puck," Kurt snapped. "I'm pretending all of this isn't happening, and you're not helping."
"Just checking," Puck's voice was indifferent, and when Kurt opened his eyes again, Puck had moved to sit beside Lauren on the other side of the room.
He glanced back in Blaine's direction just in time to watch Santana hand him the second shot so he could drink it while she finished drying off his hair with a hand towel. Kurt was distracted from his anxiety for a moment by the state of Blaine's hair. Free of the gel, it was curly and thick.
"Hey!" Blaine said as he swiped a red cup containing an unknown beverage from the bar and walked over to where Kurt was sitting.
"I like the hair," Kurt couldn't help but admit. Blaine smiled and used his free hand to mess up his hair even more.
"Yeah?" He asked.
Kurt nodded.
Someone turned the music up, and Blaine reached out and grabbed Kurt's hand, pulling him up. "Come on," he said, dragging Kurt over to where the members of New Directions were already dancing.
Kurt sighed, but allowed himself to relax a little. It was clear from the amount of alcohol being passed around that most of his friends probably wouldn't have clear memories of this night in the morning, so maybe he could dance a little.
KURT
Later that evening, Kurt spotted Finn looking critically at some of his stumbling classmates. He danced over to his step-brother.
"Are you not drinking?" He asked, mentally noting Blaine's location behind them.
"No," Finn reminded him, "Designated driver. What about you?"
"I'm still trying to impress Blaine," Kurt admitted, "Can't get too sloppy."
Kurt and Finn turned to look at Blaine, and Kurt wasn't sure how to feel as the other boy danced wildly. "Clearly he doesn't have the same concern," he said unnecessarily.
As if he could tell that they were talking about him, Blaine came over and threw an arm around Finn's shoulders.
"Hey, it is so cool that you and Kurt are brothers," he said, and Finn laughed, "Right? Like, brothers! Wow! So... tall..."
Kurt leaned forward to make eye contact with the intoxicated young man. He felt affection for the other boy as he realized that, even if he wasn't impressed by anything Kurt was or was not doing, Blaine was enjoying himself. "You having fun, Blaine?"
"Yeah!" Blaine said, as if it was the most obvious answer of all time. "This is the best party ever!"
Some of the other people in the room cheered at his assessment, and Kurt walked over to stand next to him. Blaine threw his arm around Kurt's shoulders, and he tripped as they stepped down off the stage.
"Want to sit down for a minute?" Kurt suggested.
"Sure!" Blaine agreed.
Kurt let them over to the stairs, and they sat down on the bottom step.
"Where's your drink?" Blaine asked, motioning at Kurt's empty hands.
"Oh, I just finished one. Pacing myself," Kurt lied. Blaine nodded seriously.
"You feeling okay?" Kurt asked, biting his lip.
"Oh, Kurt, don't worry so much," Blaine said pleasantly.
Suddenly, Rachel's voice interrupted everything else that was happening in the room.
"Let's play spin the bottle! Who wants to play spin the bottle?"
KURT
Once the game of spin the bottle began, Kurt admitted to himself that, despite the stress in the back of his mind regarding the state of his relationship with Blaine, he was having a good time. It was nice to be among his old friends, even if they were acting crazy.
As Sam and Brittany finished a kiss and Kurt finished laughing at Santana's possessiveness, he suddenly realized that it was Rachel's turn.
"Whoo, party!" She said happily, "My turn!"
She started the bottle spinning. Kurt watched it spin around. He was not going to kiss Rachel Berry, no matter what a random bottle dictated, so he didn't really care where the bottle ended up.
His opinion changed immediately when the bottle pointed to Blaine.
"Ohhhh, this is outstanding!" Kurt cried, feeling desperate. He didn't want Blaine kissing anyone. Unless maybe that someone was him.
"Blaine Warbler," Rachel said playfully, pointing at Blaine, "I'm gonna rock your world."
Rachel and Blaine leaned forward into the middle of the circle for the kiss. They both laughed after the initial kiss, but then Kurt saw Blaine's face relax into a more serious expression. Blaine reached up to grab the side of Rachel's face, and the kiss was suddenly intense.
"Okay, I think we've had enough of that!" Kurt shouted, clapping his hands.
"Your face," Rachel teased as she and Blaine leaned back from the kiss, "tastes awesome."
Rachel grabbed the collar of Blaine's shirt and turned to shout at the group. "I think I just found a new duet partner!" Kurt felt an intense surge of jealousy and heartbreak as Blaine cheered in agreement. Rachel laughed drunkenly and leaned into Kurt for a moment. He laughed nervously and hoped that neither of the two would remember any of this in the morning.
Rachel used Kurt's shoulders to help her climb to her feet, and she grabbed Blaine, dragging him to the stage. Kurt didn't notice who put the music track on, but he recognized the song immediately. Part of him wanted to leave the room, but a small part of him couldn't look away. He moved to sit on the piano bench beside the stage to watch as Blaine began the song.
You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar
When I met you
I picked you out
I shook you up
And turned you around
Turned you into someone new
Kurt couldn't see Blaine's face, but he could see Rachel's. And he felt sick with envy at the look in her eyes.
Don't
Don't you want me
You know I can't believe it
When I hear that you won't see me
Don't
Don't you want me
You know I don't believe it
When you say that you don't need me
It's much too late to find
You think you've changed your mind
You better change it back
Or we will both be sorry
Don't you want me baby
Don't you want me
Ohhhh
Don't you want me baby
Kurt knew that his heartbreak was probably written all over his face, but he didn't care. He hated that they sounded great singing together. He hated the way Blaine was looking at Rachel. He hated Rachel. He loved Blaine.
Don't you want me
Ohhhh
I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar
That much is true
But even then I knew I'd find a much better place
Kurt had to look away for a moment as Rachel and Blaine danced together. He made eye contact with Finn briefly, and his step-brother attempted a sympathetic smile. It just made Kurt feel worse.
Either with or without you
Don't – Don't
Don't you want me – Don't you want me
You know I can't believe it
When I hear that you won't see me
It's much too late to find
You think you've changed your mind
You better change it back
Or we will both be sorry
Don't you want me baby
Don't you want me
Ohhhh
Don't you want me baby
Kurt could see the affection on Rachel's face as she looked at Blaine, and he wanted the floor to swallow him and let him die. True, he and Blaine had sung a flirty duet together at Christmas, but that was before Kurt had admitted his feelings for the dark-haired young man. He had hoped that Blaine would take some time and realize that he had similar feelings for Kurt. But, even in this uninhibited state, Blaine was choosing to flirt with a girl over him.
Don't you want me
Ohhhh
Don't you want me baby
As soon as the song ended, Kurt jumped up and rushed over to Finn.
"We need to leave," he said sternly as he glanced back at Blaine and Rachel. Blaine was laughing, and Rachel reached up to run her hand through his hair. Kurt jumped up and hurried over to the pair on the stage.
"We're leaving," he said to Blaine.
"Awww, Kurt..." Blaine whined, but Kurt gave him the sternest face he could mange and Blaine gave in.
Rachel tugged on Kurt's sleeve. "You guys can stay the night if you want."
"No!" Kurt cried, "We're going, bye!" He dragged Blaine off the stage and past Finn on the way to the stairs.
Blaine chattered excitedly as the three boys climbed into Finn's truck and started the drive home, but after a few minutes his words started to slur more and more severely.
"Sleepy?" Kurt asked sharply, still upset.
"Yeah," Blaine said quietly. After a moment of silence, Blaine leaned over and rested his head gently on Kurt's shoulder.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked, clearly almost asleep.
"Yes?" Kurt acknowledged him.
"You're the best ever," Blaine said sweetly.
Finn couldn't hold back a quiet laugh at the sincerity in Blaine's voice, and Kurt turned to glare at him before he reached out and took one of Blaine's hands in his. He felt Blaine relax at his touch, and he could feel the jealousy and anger from the party melting away as he realized that Blaine would be back to his normal self in the morning.
Blaine was soundly asleep by the time they arrived home, and Kurt and Finn exchanged an uncertain glance.
"You're going to have to carry him," Kurt said after a moment.
"Dude, no!" Finn protested loudly.
"Shhhhhh!" Kurt hissed.
"I am not carrying him," Finn whispered with finality.
"He's unconscious," Kurt scolded.
"He's sleeping," Finn argued. "There's a difference."
"Finn," Kurt said seriously, "you are going to carry him to my room, and you're going to do it right now."
"You are not the boss of me dude," Finn hissed, but he stuffed his keys into his pocket and got out of the car to walk around to the passenger's side door.
Blaine stirred as Finn opened the door next to him, but he didn't wake up. Kurt glared at Finn over the top of Blaine's head.
"No," Finn said.
"Browser history," Kurt said gravely.
Finn threw his hands in the air, and Kurt knew he had won the argument. He gently unbuckled Blaine's seatbelt and sat him up to make it easier for Finn to pick him up.
Kurt's heart pounded as they made their way into the house and up the stairs. He breathed a small sigh of relief when they made it to his bedroom and closed the door behind them.
When Blaine was safely settled on Kurt's bed, Finn turned around and looked at Kurt.
"I don't even care about my browser history," he said, "If you tell anyone about this, I am going to secretly replace all of your face cream stuff with... something disgusting."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Finn."
Finn left the room without another word.
Kurt turned to look at Blaine, who was sprawled out on the bed, fully clothed. Kurt felt his heart clench at the sight of Blaine's peaceful expression. He moved over to the bed and managed to remove Blaine's shoes without waking him up. He frowned as he tried to decide how to get Blaine's head on a pillow and the rest of him under the blankets.
He pulled the blankets back on one side of the bed.
"Blaine?" he asked quietly, "Blaine, wake up. Blaine!" He raised his voice as much as he dared, and Blaine stirred. His eyes fluttered open, but he was still half asleep.
"Scoot over here," Kurt said gently, reaching out to pull Blaine in the right direction. Blaine obeyed, and as soon as he was situated properly on the bed, he took a deep breath and fell back asleep. Kurt drew the blankets up to his chin and stepped back with a long sigh. Blaine looked so innocent. Kurt's heart fluttered.
Kurt gathered his skincare routine and his pajamas and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. When he came back into his room, he saw that Blaine had rolled onto his side and was still sleeping peacefully. Kurt hesitated for a moment, but he knew that he wasn't going to disturb Blaine as long as he moved quietly. He climbed onto the bed as far away from Blaine as possible. He didn't get under the blankets.
KURT
Kurt got up early the next morning. He hadn't slept much anyway. So, as soon as heard someone moving around downstairs, he jumped out of bed. He was sitting at his vanity working on his morning skincare routine when he heard his father's voice calling to him from downstairs.
"Hey Kurt! Come give me a hand with these eggs!"
Kurt grimaced, glancing at Blaine's sleeping figure. He hoped shouting back to his father wasn't going to wake up the sleeping boy. "I'll be down in a minute!" He called.
"What the hell is a shirred egg? Is that the same thing as a scrambled egg?" Kurt could hear his father's voice getting louder, and he knew Burt was coming to get him. He leaped up, threw a pillow over Blaine's head, and practically dove back to his seat at the vanity as his father opened the door.
"Hey, what's this?" Burt said, surprised. "Today was the day you were going to teach me all about brunch."
"I'll be down in a sec," Kurt said innocently, leaning over so he could see his father standing by the door with a cookbook in his hands.
Blaine chose that moment to wake up. He sat up, rubbing his forehead. "Ugh, where am I?"
"Oh, uhhh, I'm sorry. My bad." Kurt wasn't sure what to make of the look on his father's face as he quickly retreated.
As soon as Burt was out of sight, Kurt got up and hurried over to close the door. He turned back to Blaine, who had his face buried in the pillow.
"Good morning?" he asked quietly.
Blaine groaned in disagreement, but he rolled onto his back and slowly opened his eyes.
"Here's what we're going to do," Kurt said. "You're going to get up and wash your face or something, we're going to go and get a large medium drip, and then we'll see if you're up to driving yourself home."
BLAINE
"I didn't drink that much," Blaine argued when Kurt brought up the party the following day at the Lima Bean.
"Are you kidding? You spent the entire night sucking Rachel Berry's face. That, sir, is what we call rock bottom." Kurt scolded.
Blaine's phone vibrated as Kurt finished his sentence, and Blaine opened it to see Rachel's name. "Oh my god," he mumbled, "speak of the devil."
"Two medium drips?" the barista confirmed as Blaine answered his phone. She set the drinks on the counter and departed.
"Hi Rachel, Kurt and I were just talking about you," Blaine said cheerfully as he and Kurt picked up their drinks.
"You're such a cutie pie with your blazer and your pants." Rachel said, "So, I have a question for you. I wanted to know..."
"Is she drunk?" Kurt asked. Blaine shushed him quickly so he could hear Rachel.
"...if you wanted to go out tomorrow?"
"Um, yeah." Blaine approved, feeling a bit of excited nervousness in his stomach at the idea.
"Five o'clock, details to be decided?" Rachel asked.
"Uh-huh," Blaine agreed.
"Great!" Rachel giggled.
"Alright, I'll see you then," Blaine confirmed, "Okay, bye."
As they sat down at their normal table, Blaine hung up the phone and looked up at Kurt. "Rachel just asked me out," he laughed.
KURT
"Oh, that's amazing," Kurt joined in on the laughter, feeling slightly embarrassed on Rachel's behalf, "She's got a girl crush on you."
Blaine got up to grab something for his coffee, and Kurt thought about Blaine's end of the phone conversation for a moment. "Wait a second, why'd you say yes?" he asked as Blaine returned to the table. "You can't lead her on!"
"Who says I'm leading her on?" Blaine said.
Kurt felt like he had been hit by an emotional truck. "You can't be serious," he said as Blaine sat down.
"When we kissed... it felt good!" Blaine shrugged.
"It felt good because you were drunk," Kurt said pointedly.
"What's the harm in going out on one crummy little date?" Blaine asked.
"You're gay, Blaine," Kurt leaned forward, trying to figure out what was going on in his friend's mind.
"I thought I was," Blaine admitted, "but I've never even had a boyfriend before. Isn't this the time you're supposed to figure stuff out?"
Kurt blinked rapidly. "I can't believe that I'm hearing this right now."
"Maybe I'm bi, I don't know," Blaine suggested.
"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," Kurt snapped.
"Wait, wait, wait... why are you so angry?" Blaine's voice took on a more defensive tone.
"Because I look up to you!" Kurt admitted fervently. "I admire how proud you are of who you are. I know what it's like to be in the closet, and here you are about to tip-toe back in!"
"I'm really sorry if this hurts your feelings or your pride or whatever. But, however confusing it might be for you, it's actually a lot more confusing for me," Blaine said seriously, "You're 100% sure who you are. Fantastic! Well, maybe we all can't be so lucky."
Kurt felt anger and hurt building in his chest. "Yeah, I've had a lot of luck, Blaine," he retorted, "I was lucky to be chased out of high school by a bully who threatened to kill me."
"And why did he do that?" Blaine asked.
"Because he didn't like who I was," Kurt said contemptuously.
"Sort of exactly what you're saying to me right now, isn't it?" Blaine accused.
Kurt couldn't believe that this was happening.
"I am... searching, okay?" Blaine said emotionally, "I'm honestly just trying to figure out who I am. And for you, of all people, to get down on me for that? I didn't think that's who you were."
Kurt felt so much pain in his chest that he couldn't speak. He just stared at Blaine, wishing desperately that he had never blackmailed Finn into taking them along to Rachel's party.
Blaine stood up and picked up his coffee. "I'll see ya," he said, "I'd, uh, I'd say 'bye'... but I wouldn't want to make you angry." He turned and walked quickly to the door.
Kurt stared after him, feeling numb. After a few minutes of sitting at the table to make sure that Blaine was gone, he got up and went to his car. When he got home, he went straight to his room. He turned off his phone and did nothing but read fashion magazines and sleep until morning.
KURT
"I can't believe you're doing this," Kurt said judgmentally.
"We have a connection," Rachel said superiorly. She looked around, and as Kurt reassured her that Blaine would be coming by any minute, he thought about the dark-haired young man.
Since their argument more than twenty-four hours before, they hadn't communicated. They had avoided each other at Warblers practice earlier in the afternoon.
Kurt missed him terribly.
"I just can't wait to lay one on him," Rachel's voice brought him back to the present.
"I've got a bad feeling about this, Rachel," he said, feeling no need to censor himself, "I mean, I don't mean to be so cold, but I don't want you to get hurt either. There's no victory for me in this either way."
"Who cares about you, buddy?" Rachel said excitedly, "I may get a new boyfriend out of this who can keep up with me vocally and, in the future, give me vaguely Eurasian-looking children."
Kurt couldn't bring himself to come up with a clever comeback. Before either of them could think of anything else to say, Kurt caught sight of Blaine by the door.
"There he is," he said to Rachel, "Dreamy as ever."
"Okay, wish me luck," Rachel said. She jumped up, turned around, and hurried in Blaine's direction.
BLAINE
Blaine couldn't help but think of Kurt as he stood in line at the Lima Bean. He was lost in his mind when a flash of red to his right caught his attention. He turned to see Rachel Berry walking in his direction.
"Hey Rachel, what's going on?" He said brightly, "What–"
Rachel interrupted him with a sudden kiss. Blaine was surprised, but he didn't push her away. As the kiss ended, Blaine had a moment of clarity unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
"Huh," he said. He felt a surge of self-confidence. "Yep," he voiced his realization, "I'm gay. 100% gay." He looked down at Rachel, "Thank you so much for clearing that up for me, Rachel."
He thought of Kurt. "Listen, save my space in line, will ya?" he asked Rachel, "I've gotta go hit the restroom."
He turned immediately and walked away in the direction of the shop's restrooms. But as soon as he was around the corner, out of Rachel's line of sight, he stopped and leaned against the wall. He pulled out his phone.
KURT
As Blaine announced that he was definitely gay, Kurt felt a surge of relief. He watched happily as Blaine excused himself and walked away from Rachel before he jumped up and strolled over to the young woman.
"That was hard, wasn't it?" He asked, trying to sound sympathetic.
Rachel whirled around to face him. "Are you kidding?" Rachel said breathlessly, "That was amazing. I am speechless."
She's officially gone crazy, Kurt thought. He felt an urge to back up slightly. Rachel looked overjoyed. "I just had a relationship with a guy who turned out to be gay! That is songwriting gold!" she exclaimed. She stepped forward to kiss Kurt on the cheek. "Okay, I have to go compose," she said ecstatically, "but thank you, thank you!"
She ran away, and Kurt considered the events of the past few days. He felt like maybe it had been a dream, but the pain that lingered in his chest from his argument with Blaine was definitely real.
His phone vibrated, and he was surprised to see Blaine's name. He glanced up in the direction of the restroom in confusion before he read the text message.
I'm sorry. Can we talk? Where are you?
Kurt felt weak as he saw the simple text apology. Instead of replying, he stepped out of the line and rushed around the corner toward the restroom. He nearly collided with Blaine, who was still in the hallway, leaning with his back against the wall.
Blaine clutched at his chest for a second, startled, but the smile on his face took Kurt's breath away.
"I'm sorry too," Kurt managed to gasp. He looked around, feeling lighter and lighter every second. "But let's not talk in the hallway to the restroom," he concluded. He looked at Blaine. "Coffee?"
Blaine nodded. They returned to the main area of the shop to order their drinks, and Kurt was happy to see that their regular table was free. As soon as they sat down, Blaine was talking.
"I'm so sorry for disappointing you, Kurt," he said. "I know I'm gay. I'm definitely gay."
Kurt sighed. "I was blindsided, it's true. But I'm sorry I freaked out."
"I shouldn't have used your situation at your old school against you," Blaine added. "I knew it was mean, even when I said it. I was upset."
"That makes two of us," Kurt said. "And really... you had a point. I shouldn't have just dismissed what you were feeling. Even if I was right all along." He winked.
"You know me so well," Blaine said playfully. But then his face turned serious again. "I really am sorry, Kurt."
"I really am sorry too," Kurt said. "I've missed you." He felt his face burning as he admitted the ache that had been in his chest since the argument.
Blaine smiled. "So we're okay?" The affection in Blaine's amber eyes made Kurt want to jump across the table and hug – or possibly kiss – him, but instead he nodded and returned the smile.
"We're perfect." He concluded.
Awww, so sappy at the end! I COULD NOT RESIST.
So... was Finn carrying Blaine upstairs too much? :D I was thinking about the finale when Kurt quipped to Rachel that Finn would be good to have around if you need to move something heavy... and I couldn't resist!
We're closing in on 'Original Song'! Only one episode in-between... 'Sexy', which I will do my best to have up tomorrow!
Love to you all! (NEW GLEE IN ONE WEEK, YAY!)