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Chapter Fourteen
Blaine woke up with a headache which was an exact result of tossing and turning all night while he tried to stop himself from thinking about the kiss and all the time he'd spent in the elevator with Kurt. He hadn't seen Dave when he finally got home from McKinley, mostly because he'd rushed right into the bathroom for a needed shower and then he'd locked himself in his room after grabbing a bowl of cereal and an apple.
It had just felt hard, the idea that he needed to face Dave and tell him about where he'd been. He faked being asleep when Dave knocked on his door, even as he curled up around his pillow and tried not to picture Kurt and his hooded eyes when they pulled away.
Kissing Kurt had always been easy from their first kiss onwards, and losing himself to Kurt had been even easier. Too easy, if he were to go by what his therapist tried to tell him.
He got out of his bed slowly, his body still aching from having slept on that hard fake elevator floor. He picked out his clothes and opened his door, hating that he was afraid of running into Dave because it might mean actually having to explain things like why he was freaking out.
So, of course, he opened his door just as Dave was exiting the bathroom.
"Thought you were never going to wake up," Dave said with a grin, good natured as always, "are you going into work?"
Technically he didn't have to go in. The Warblers didn't have practice and Blaine had little else to do at Dalton. After the three day competition the guys all needed a rest.
"Yes," he said.
Dave nodded. "I'll make breakfast. Pancakes alright?"
"Sure," Blaine said and he waited for a question, for an acknowledgement that he had been gone for a whole night without contacting Dave, but the question never came.
Instead Dave pat his shoulder and walked to the kitchen and Blaine felt like screaming because he needed for Dave to demand an answer on his whereabouts and for Dave to at least act like he'd cared that Blaine just never turned up at home. Had Dave even noticed?
As he got into the shower, Blaine wondered if it even mattered. He had admitted to himself multiple times already that the relationship with Dave was never going to be for the long haul. It was easy getting angry about it, though, so much easier than to remember that the person he was really angry was at himself for kissing Kurt and for letting all of the feelings just trickle back in.
The thing was, he'd missed Kurt. He'd missed Kurt so desperately for such a long time and not because he loved Kurt – although of course that was a part of it – but simply due to their friendship.
Dave was in the kitchen with a stack of pancakes all ready and a bottle of syrup next to them. Even though he didn't drink coffee himself, Dave had already prepared Blaine's and suddenly Blaine felt the guilt settle in.
"So," Dave said as he turned off the stove, "how was it?"
For a split second Blaine thought that Dave was asking about the kiss, or the elevator.
"What?" he asked.
"The competition?" Dave said and smiled, "I mean, I barely saw you for the last couple of days."
Blaine knew that he could lie. Dave was practically giving him an opening, and yet he couldn't.
"Sue locked me in an elevator with Kurt," he said and then held eye contact with the pancakes.
His phone chimed with a text and he ignored it.
"I did wonder," Dave said, "when you didn't come home the other night, but I thought maybe you'd be in late."
Blaine sighed.
"What happened?" Dave asked, "I mean, did anything happen. You and Kurt in a tight space."
Blaine took a deep breath. "She wouldn't let us out until we kissed," Blaine said, "she trapped us in there two days ago. We refused, obviously, and so she left us in there. It was boring, mostly. We played games."
Blaine didn't bother to add that the time he spent with Kurt before the kiss had been amazing and that it had all felt like going back in time to when things were simpler and easy.
He remembered how he'd broken the spell of easy by mentioning Dave and how things had changed from that moment on. But he'd needed to put it out there, to remind Kurt and himself that Dave was his boyfriend and that it was something that mattered.
"But you kissed, right," Dave said, "to get out. You kissed him."
Blaine nodded.
His phone chimed again.
"It didn't mean anything. We agreed. Me and Kurt we agreed. It didn't mean anything."
He could tell that Dave wasn't happy about it. Who would be?
Blaine thought about Kurt's lips. Soft and familiar and moving against his just like they always had.
His phone went off again and this time he glanced at it.
Kurt.
"It meant nothing?" Dave asked and he looked wary.
Blaine nodded.
"Alright."
He watched Dave eat and managed to finish one of the pancakes while drinking his coffee. He didn't check his phone, unsure if he wanted to know what Kurt was texting him about and at the same time itching to know because it was Kurt and they had kissed less than twenty four hours ago.
When he finally did check his phone, it was after Dave was leaving.
I'm going to talk to Sue about what she did.
Do you want to come with me for solidarity?
As friends, of course. It would help to drive the point home.
Blaine couldn't help but smile. He sent a quick text back.
Sure. When do you want to do it?
It took a few minutes before Kurt responded.
Whenever you can get to McKinley, not much else is going on here…so…
He took his time. He washed the dishes from breakfast, managed to eat another pancake and then he went to clean up his room a little even though mostly it meant making the bed and making sure his laundry wasn't falling out of the hamper in his closet.
When he ran out of things to do, he grabbed his phone and keys and left for McKinley.
They met outside of the choir room and after a quick, slightly awkward hug that Blaine felt was too short, the two of them walked to Sue's office. Her secretary, a girl that looked like she was right out of Orange Is The New Black and with the attitude to go with it, motioned them to go in.
The whole thing was a bit of a joke with Sue not admitting to her guilt while Kurt ranted at her and Blaine nodded because he knew better than to interrupt a well planned rant. Yet, all the while he couldn't help but inch closer to Kurt, and to be happy to be standing next to Kurt because in the time since they'd gotten out of the elevator he'd missed him.
Afterwards, Blaine followed Kurt out to the choir room.
"She's unbelievable," Kurt muttered, "but I hope this means she's done with this stuff. You and Dave can continue on like before."
Blaine nodded even though he didn't know if he agreed that things could go back, or that he even wanted them to. But there was something he needed to ask.
"Is, um, what she true? Are you – are you dating Sebastian?"
Sue had said it passing towards the end, and Kurt hadn't said anything in denial as he scoffed.
Kurt shook his head, but he didn't meet Blaine's eyes.
"Kurt?" He asked.
"We're friends," Kurt said and he packed up a notebook into his bag, "he's kind of like my best friend these days."
Blaine felt a pang in his chest, remembering that Kurt used to call him his best friend.
"And it's Sebastian," Kurt continued, "which makes it for some reason just, I guess, interesting. Sue saw us having dinner at Breadstix the other night which wasn't a date, and it's Sue, so…"
Blaine nodded. "Right. Um, I guess I should go."
For a moment he thought that Kurt would tell him to stay, but instead Kurt just nodded.
"Thank you for coming. I just figured you'd want to know that Sue wasn't out to get us back together I guess."
Blaine smiled and he hugged Kurt again before he left, lingering a little too long before he walked out to the parking lot wondering if his therapist would see him sooner than the appointment he had for next week.
Sebastian woke up alone in Kurt's bed, which was an odd enough occurrence that when he first started waking up he was just slightly confused. In fact, for a few minutes, he was even convinced that he was waking up at the house of a one-night stand – never mind that he hadn't had one of those since New York. Eventually, he realized he one, was wearing clothes, and two was in Kurt's room and Kurt's bed.
It all flooded back in. The kiss, and the awkward giggling that had occurred right after, and then how Kurt had just pushed him back onto his bed and used his chest as a pillow. Sometime after that, Sebastian remembered touching Kurt's hair and Kurt falling asleep and then Sebastian must have fallen asleep too when he knew that they wouldn't be discussing it.
Not knowing where he stood with Kurt was suffocating, and yet Sebastian knew that he didn't want to talk about it either. All he knew was that it had been a mistake. That, and that the kiss had been amazing.
God, but Kurt was a good kisser. Sebastian couldn't compare it to any other kiss he'd ever had simply because Kurt had just put so much of himself into it perhaps desperate to chase away the memory of the kiss he'd shared with Blaine or somehow needing to prove that he could get what he got from Blaine from someone else. Sebastian didn't know, and it killed him that he wanted an answer.
He groaned and grabbed Kurt's pillow to put over his face. This wasn't him. He didn't lay in a bed that wasn't his own thinking about someone he'd only kissed. Hell, he didn't do that in his own bed either.
There was only one person, other than Kurt, that could put him back at ease. He sat up quickly, scrambling out of the bed. His phone was still in his jeans' pocket and he fished it out. The battery was low, but he ignored that and called Elliott.
"Good morning," Elliott said, "I expected you to call me back yesterday. What happened?"
Sebastian had forgotten all about filling Elliott in on what was going on with Kurt and Blaine.
"Sorry," he said, "but pressing matter, Kurt and I kissed last night."
"You what?" Elliott asked, loudly.
Sebastian groaned. "We kissed," he said, "and don't make me repeat it." He dropped his head into his free hand.
"How did that – why did that…Sebastian, explain yourself."
He was starting to think that calling Elliott had been a mistake. He groaned. "I'll call you later," he said and hung up. A few minutes later, Elliott was calling him back, but Sebastian ignored it.
Instead, he gathered his things and prepared to leave.
Kurt wasn't in the kitchen, so Sebastian assumed that he'd left and a part of him was glad that he wouldn't have to deal with Kurt.
He stopped at The Lima Bean to pick up coffee and a muffin and ate as he drove home, unsure if he should give Kurt a call or wait for him to contact him. When he realized that his phone was dead, he figured it was fate telling him to wait Kurt out.
At home, his mom was sitting in the living room on the phone, dressed as if she had been planning on going somewhere. She hung up as soon as she spotted him.
"Where have you been?" she asked.
"With Kurt," Sebastian answered, "I fell asleep at his house. I'm going to take a shower."
He left his phone charging and went to the bathroom. He and Kurt had kissed and Sebastian knew it was his fault. He had pressed Kurt, questioned him just for a hell of it and Kurt had gone and just asked Sebastian to kiss him like it was that simple. Sebastian sighed. He had to remind himself that Kurt was in love with Blaine. Their kiss couldn't mean anything. It hadn't meant anything. Kurt loved Blaine and Blaine loved Kurt and that was that. Sebastian had no role to play there except for friend.
He called Elliott back after he was dressed again.
"You are so frustrating," Elliott said as soon as he picked up, "explain yourself please."
Sebastian paced his bedroom and he told Elliott all about it.
"And now what, Bas?" Elliott asked.
"Now, I pretend it didn't happen, or that it wasn't the best kiss I've ever had and I help Kurt woo Blaine."
He dropped onto his bed, sitting right on the edge.
"I wasn't the best kiss you've ever had?" Elliott asked.
Sebastian wanted to punch him.
"Alright, alright," Elliott said, "you have to talk to Kurt. You can't just sweep this under the rug without talking about it."
It was the last thing that Sebastian wanted to do. All his joking and teasing aside, Sebastian had been well aware that nothing would ever happen between him and Kurt. Or at least, he had been sure that Kurt would never agree to anything.
"You don't know what he's feeling about it," Elliott said.
Sebastian sighed. "I know he loves Blaine."
After he got off the phone with Elliott, he walked down to the kitchen to find something to eat. Sebastian had thought that his mom wasn't home, but instead he found her cooking.
"Hey," she said, "I thought maybe you wanted lunch."
"Yeah, sure," he said.
"What happened, Sebastian?" she asked as she moved around the kitchen, "I can't remember the last time you sat still long enough without me forcing you to do so. You said you were with Kurt?"
Sebastian shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just tired," he said.
He could tell she didn't believe him, but she didn't ask again. Sebastian tried to make himself tell her, to ask her what she thought.
His phone rang.
Sebastian turned his phone towards him and he was only a little surprised to see Kurt's name. He picked up.
"Hello, hot stuff," he said.
Kurt groaned. "Sebastian, don't."
"What's up?" Sebastian asked.
"Um," Kurt said, "can I come over? We have to talk about last night."
Sebastian glanced over at his mom. "I'll come to you."