Title: I'm Feeling Lucky - Chapter Three
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Timeline: Set during "I Do".
Disclaimer: I think we know that these characters do not belong to me.
Premise: What if Kurt had been smacked with a Clue-by-Four?
Kurt was unceremoniously pulled from the Schuester non-wedding reception by a small yet very determined young girl. Whether in New York or Lima, some things simply would not change. Granted, in prior situations he had at least known who the small-but-determined girl was.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" the girl fiercely hissed at him as soon as she felt they were far enough away from the festivities to remain uninterrupted.
"Excuse me?" Kurt was indignant. He didn't know this girl, nor did he know why she was interrupting his plans for the evening. It's been too long and he still looks so beautiful.
"Did you seriously think that you could waltz back here, fuck with Blaine's heart and mind by simply fucking him even though you know it has NEVER been a physical relationship between you two and then just jet back off to New York to conveniently forget him AGAIN?!"
Wow. He had honestly never seen someone's eyes flash so dangerously before. Kurt took a quick glance around but there was nothing he could use as a handy shield or excuse to break away.
"Look, I don't think what Blaine and I do is any of your business-"
The girl sneered at him. "Oh, I very much beg to differ. It IS my business when it involves someone who has become a great friend. I keep wishing his straight clone would magically appear but that doesn't seem likely. You don't get it, do you?"
Kurt swallowed. Certain things he had been trying to forget kept creeping to the front of his mind.
"Blaine—"
"—Don't even begin to pretend you're an innocent in all of this," she continued with a truly nasty glare. "You promised him many pretty things and forgot to keep up your end of the bargain 2.5 nanoseconds after getting on the plane out of here. Why don't you do yourself, not to mention Blaine, a serious favor and ask yourself what exactly you brought to the codependent anthem that masqueraded for your relationship. He did practically EVERYTHING and ANYTHING for you. You can't say the same, can you? Yet here you are, back again, not giving an inch but still taking, taking, and taking. Christ. I hope this will at least be enough to teach Blaine that he deserves better than you!"
With a snarled huff, the girl stomped back to the reception, leaving Kurt standing against a wall, stunned beyond speech.
What is she talking about?
Memories flooded his mind.
The constant phone calls and visits from Dalton.
Interceding with Karofsky.
Dancing with him when he was crowned Prom Queen despite his fears.
Saying 'I love you' first.
Transferring to McKinley at his encouragement.
Supporting him when he was accused of cheating.
Helping him with NYADA applications.
Taking a laced slushie and nearly losing vision in one eye. Listening to him – forgiving him for the Chandler fiasco.
Holding him up after his NYADA rejection. Encouraging him to leave, to go to New York, to not forget his dreams.
The ring. The promises. Promises Blaine always tried to keep.
The calls Kurt had willfully ignored, telling himself and Blaine that he was just too busy.
Promises that rang so hollow.
False.
Oh God. I know exactly what she is talking about.
They still went to the hotel.
Kurt held Blaine in his arms all night. They alternated between talking, crying, and clinging tightly to each other.
They couldn't go back to the way things had been before. But both were now willing to work towards something better. Something different.
"Wonder who that girl was," Blaine murmured sleepily against Kurt's next. "She doesn't sound familiar."
"She didn't say anything that wasn't true." Kurt hummed under his breath. "Whoever she is, whatever her reason - I'm glad she confronted me."
"Me too." A kiss accompanied the words, lightly brushed against his cheek. "Me too."
/end/