What I Did For Love Chapter Six, a glee fanfic

A/N: Thank you guys for your reviews. Seriously, reviews add juice to this fic and for those of you who think Blaine is mean, he isn't. I mean, put yourself in that situation. I think If I were in that situation, I would've done the exact same thing. But dapper Blaine is back and here to stay! Also, sorry in advance for all the songs I put it. It wasn't expected but you know, what the heck.

~Love Me- Katy Perry

~Jar of Hearts- Christina Perri

~Teenage Dream- Katty Perry

(I love how everything ends in Perri or (y)

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Now onto this chapter, also sorry that it's so short. (in my opinion.)

Blaine's POV

What have I done?

After Kurt stormed out, my warblers looked at me with a little mix of guilt, sympathy, and concern. I couldn't stay there. I just couldn't. So, I left The Lima Bean and walked home. All I kept thinking to myself is; what have I done? Okay, tell me if someone from the same sex kissed you without warning, knowing that you don't play their team? I couldn't believe I slapped him. It was Kurt like, he's my best friend and I don't slap best friends. Now, he's probably telling Rachel and everyone about me and now I won't have any friends, including him.

Shit.

What have I done?

When I reached my house, I rand on the golden doorbell twice, waiting for someone to answer. I was expecting it to be my angry father or my disappointed mother but it was Quinn with a distressed look on her face.

"Blaine," she breathes out. I cock my head to the side in confusion. She looks like she was out of breathe with her usual straight blonde hair turning curly and the original black seeping through, taking over the blonde. That only happens when she's either worried or stressed.

"What's wrong?" I ask with concern in my voice. Quinn and I weren't the closest of siblings. It was always either Cooper and I or Quinn and Cooper. Quinn and Blaine, now that was weird. Don't get me wrong, I care a lot about my sister but I will never understand her like her best friends do and she will never understand me like Sarah and Kurt do.

Kurt.

I sigh and let Quinn drag me upstairs to her pink and bright filled room. Sometimes, it made my eyes hurt to go in there.

When I reach her room, she plops me down in the seat facing her computer. The screen was already on and it was on twitter. I look across the screen to see what Quinn could be so worried about this time but then I saw it.

Kurt.

Kurt tweeted.

Not just a regular tweet, oh no, it was different.

Lost the love I loved the most.

Tears filled in my eyes but I shook them away. I face towards Quinn and I figured this couldn't just be what she was so worried about.

No, I can't take one more step towards you
'Cause all that's waiting is regret
And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love
I loved the most

I learned to live, half alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are?
Runnin' round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?

Quinn snapped me out of my trance by literally snapping her fingers in my face.

"Somehow, Mom and Daddy know about this and they figured he sub-tweeted about you and they were speculating if they should kick you out over being gay."

"But I'm not gay!" I screamed.

"Then what is Kurt talking about? What happened?" she asks, sitting on her bed with her arms crossed.

I sit down next to her and look her in the eyes. Somehow, I could bring myself to say my actions. I was too disappointed in myself.

"I-I slapped Kurt," I stutter. She gasps and looks at me in horror. "I slapped him because he kissed me." I say, breaking down into tears.

She gathers me into a hug and rocks me from side to side, rubbing my back gently. She whispers things in my ears like, "Everything is going to be okay." Or "Don't worry." But she was wrong. Kurt would never forgive my apologies.

I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms

I've learned to live, half-alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are?
Runnin round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?

Dear, it took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
'Cause you broke all your promises

And now you're back
You don't get to get me back

After a while, she pulls out of our hug and she looks at me with a sad look then all of a sudden, she gives me a stern look and says, "Get ready Blaine because I'm about to give you some tough love. Daddy always taught us to fight for what we love and that's what you're going to do. He made a mistake and you responded in the wrong way. You both made mistakes and it's time for you guys to fix them. Wake up Blaine! That guy is head over heels in love with him and you broke his heart even though you didn't mean to. Go talk to him," She says standing up to usher me out her room. "And don't come back until you are smiling because he made you laugh and you're all sunshine and rainbows."

"Thank you." I smile and I shut her door.

I ease my way downstairs without a sound and I open the door but a loud shout stopped me right in my tracks.

"Blaine Devon, you get your butt in here right now." Mother says screaming from the leaving room. I shook my head and quickly took Quinn's car keys from the rack and head out before anyone could tell me otherwise.

I had to get to Kurt. I had to explain myself. I tried calling him but no answer.

I called him again, no answer.

I called him again, dial tone then abruptly shot to voice mail. That's how I know he declined it.

I tried texting him.

Kurt I'm so sorry, I just need to explain myself. –B

Kurt please forgive me. –B

Kurt please answer me. –B

Kurt, I'm extremely sorry. –B

Kurt, we need to talk. –B

But he neglected to answer one of my calls or text messages.

And who do you think you are?
Runnin round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all

Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?

When I reached his house, I called him about 32 times and texted him around 50 times. I knocked on the door and Burt answered.

"Good evening Burt, Is Kurt here?" I asked politely.

"No, I thought he was with you…" he says, trailing off.

I run back to my car and I hear his voice calling after me. "Is he okay?"

I dive in and rush to Rachel's house. Right before I knocked on her door, I received a text.

Blaine, he's okay. Just come to my house so you guys can talk. In case you were wondering, I'm not mad at you. –R

I sighed but only a little. I knocked on her door and she opens the door in lightning speed.

"Wow, you came here quickly."

"I was already here when you texted me."

"Well, I'm glad you're here. He's a wreck," She says smiling at me. "And what happened?"

I sigh. "Long story short, he kissed me and I slapped him." I tell her.

"Same thing he told me, but with… his feelings involved. Remember what I told you about-"

"Yeah, I remember."

"Okay, he's upstairs. I'll let you two talk it out." She says shutting the front door and leading me upstairs. She opens her bedroom door and there was Kurt, sitting on her bed with tissues all around him. He looked so sad and it hurts to know that I was the one who caused that pain.

I slowly stepped in the room, hopping over a hair dryer cord in the process. I felt like if I made any sound, he would lash out at me. But I had to get his attention.

"Kurt?"

Kurt's POV

I had just finished telling Rachel the story and she looks at me with unease. It was a mistake kissing him. I probably deserved that slap. Why would I kiss him knowing he wasn't gay? I thought that maybe he might kiss me back, given the fact that we were cuddling in bed this morning. I knew she would take his side even though she was my best friend. Rachel was supportive but she was that person who looked at all sides of the story before making conclusions.

"Kurt, why would you kiss him?" Rachel asks.

"I thought that he liked me…" I say, slowly starting to sob.

She takes a deep breath and sighs. "And you're mad at him for…?"

"FOR SLAPPING ME!" I snap at her.

"Okay Kurt, no need to yell at me but I hope you know you caused it, right? Imagine if a girl kissed you, knowing you were gay. How would you feel?"

"Disgusted, I guess."

"See? And I guess Blaine… felt… uh, weird too and he responded by slapping you."

I see her point but I don't see her point. He could've responded any other way other than hitting me.

"You should talk to him."

"No. He doesn't like or care about me."

"I would think all these calls and texts would prove you wrong."

Yeah, I saw the texts and calls and everything but I chose not to respond. How dare he slap me? That was incredibly rude and unforgivable. Rachel pulls out her phone and starts texting someone. As soon as she sends the text, the doorbell rings.

"I'll be back." She says leaving the room.

I groan loudly. I've read and watched romance movies about heartbreak and I never thought it would hurt so badly. There's no romance movie in the world that has been through what I'm going through right now. I heard steps coming up the stairs but it sounded like two people. Please don't let it be Blaine. Please. The door opens and I freeze.

"Kurt?" he asks.

Just the sound of his voice and his presence alone made me want to cry. I don't think it's bad wanting to feel loud by someone? It's not exactly comfortable being the only openly gay at school. There are no options for me to be loved because everyone is either in the closet or straight.

"Kurt, please talk to me." He says shutting the door.

I look up for Rachel to give me support but she wasn't in the room. I shut my eyes, knowing it was up to me to solve this. He sits on Rachel's bed and looks at me.

"Can we please talk about us?" he asks quietly.

"I don't know Blaine. What are we?"

"Well, I considered you my best friend."

"That's not what I considered you." I say, turning my head away from him.

"What did you consider me?"

"My Soul mate," I say looking deep into his hazel eyes.

His eyes go wide and he looks down at his hands that are in his lap.

"I didn't know-"

"Yeah you did. You just ignored it because you are my friend."

"Kurt, I-"

"Let me finish. I've known you since you were a sophomore at Dalton. I have a playlist on YouTube because I was in love with your songs. I know it sounds like I'm a stalker but I admired you. When we would go to competition, I would freak out because I would be competing against you. And when Quinn would walk up to you and give you a hug, I never thought that you guys were family, I thought you were one of her… boy toys. So I thought you were straight and for a while, I was depressed but Rachel brought me out. Don't worry, it wasn't deep depression. I wanted love and I thought you were going to give it to me. I'm spilling my heart out to you because I love you, Blaine Anderson. I know you don't feel the same way and I know it will alter our friendship but it brings a huge weight off my shoulders telling you this. I kissed you because I felt like I'd never get the chance to so why don't I just try it and see where it takes me. It was a mistake and it'll never happen again until we feel the same way about each other. I see now that this whole thing was my fault. And so if I could please, sing this song to you?"

He slowly nods as I stand up and walk to the center of Rachel's room.

I lost myself in fear of losing you
I wish I didn't do, but I did
I lost my own, my own identity
Forgot that you picked me, for me

But now, I don't negotiate with insecurities
They always seem to get the best of me
I found I had to love myself, the way I want you to

Love me, no more second guessing
No, there's no more questioning
I'll be the one defining who I'm gonna be
No concealing feelings, or changing seasonally
I'm gonna love myself, the way I want you to love me

Tears fell out of my eyes when I finished the chorus. How I felt the meaning of the song was that I wanted him to love me but it's actually wanted him to love me but since he doesn't, I had to love myself but there was no way I was doing that.

Sometimes I wish my skin was a costume
That I could just unzip, and strip
But who I am is who I'm meant to be
And it's who you are in love, in love with
So now, I don't negotiate with insecurities
You're gonna have to take a back seat
I know I have to love myself, the way I want you to

No more standing in my own way
Let's get deeper, let's get closer
No more standing in my own way
(I want you to love me)
No more standing in my own way
Let's get deeper, let's get closer
No more standing in my own way
I want you to love me

Then all of a sudden, Blaine stands out and sings the last of the song.

No more second guessing
No, there's no more questioning
I'll be the one defining who I'm gonna be
No concealing my feelings, or changing seasonally
I'm gonna love myself, the way I want you to love me

No more second guessing
No, there's no more questioning
I'll be the one defining who I'm gonna be
No concealing feelings, or changing seasonally
I'm gonna love myself, the way I want you to love me

When he finishes, he walks towards me to hug me and I hug him back, laying my head softly on his shoulder.

"I- I love you too Kurt,"

I look up at him in shock but then he finishes his sentence.

"Just, not in that way. I'm so sorry Kurt. And even if I were gay, we could never work because my parents are homophobes and if I brought you home to meet them, they'd probably shoot you. I'm so sorry for slapping you; I should've just talked to you about it. I've never slapped someone I deeply cared about before but if my parents saw, I didn't want you to get hurt."

I sigh as tears slowly come out of my eyes.

"Come on, I know a place where we could escape from all of this." He offers me his hand and I take it.

As soon as we open the door, Rachel was standing right outside, looking at us with a questioning look on her face. "So…?"

We look at each other and smile. "We're good." We say at the same time.

Her frown turns into a grin as she jumps up and down and giggles hugging both of us tightly.

"Thank God. I hate seeing two of my best friends fight."

Blaine and I laugh as we head out her house.

"So… which car are we taking?" I ask.

"I figured we could take my car and when we are done, I could drive you back here?" he suggests.

"Cool."

I hop in his car and he starts driving. I look out the window to see if I could recognize where we were going but I couldn't. He starts driving to a side of town I couldn't make out.

"Blaine, are you taking me somewhere to kill me after I tried to kiss you?" I ask jokingly.

He chuckles silently. "No, I should, shouldn't I?" He looks at me with a smirk.

Ugh, his famous smirk. I bite my lip to try to hide my agony so I turn away, my face feeling as hot as the sun. He laughs loudly and casually says, "The way you look at me is quite flattering."

"Oh my, someone get me out of this car!" I shout, pulling on the door handle.

"Nope, you know you don't want to. Besides, we're here." He stops the car and I look out the window. It was the beach. I've never been to this beach in Ohio but I guess it's something new.

"Come on!" He yells. I look to the side and I saw that he was already outside of the car, running towards the water. I get out the car and run after him.

"There's no way any cell in my body is touching the water without my proper skin regimen Anderson!" I yell after him.

He finds a place and sits down on the sand. I walk over to him and look at him.

"What?"

"Wait, did you think I was going to but my booty on the sand? God knows what's in there."

"Sand,"

"There could be crabs."

"That's why I brought a blanket silly."

He pulls out a blanket and lays it out for us and he sits down.

"Now will you join me on the blanket that's covering the crab filled sand?" He asks with a smirk.

"Okay Blaine, you're going to have to stop." I say lying down next to him.

"Stop what?" He looks at me with puppy dog eyes. That's another thing to add to Blaine's hotness.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Stop looking at me with a smirk and puppy dog eyes."

He laughs hard and rolls over on his stomach. "No can do Mr. Hummel." He says with another smirk. I groan loudly and punch his back softly.

After that, we just tell each other stories and experiences and how our parents are going to kill us and after a while we start heading back.

"I had a great time," He says smiling. "You're the most interesting kid in all of Ohio."

"Yeah right," I laugh.

Then the car ride goes silent.

If only he could love me the way I love him. There's no way I can spend the rest of my life just being his friend. It's not possible at all. I am Kurt Hummel and I get what I want. And what I want is Blaine. In the school year, Ms. Holiday asked what we wanted to achieve and I wanted to turn Blaine gay. I wanted to him to love me. He must be in-denial. What straight boy would just cuddle with me in bed without kicking my ass? He had to be gay. There's no way he's straight and I thought my way of finding out was kissing him but that didn't seem to work. I just have to see all my options. If he can't love me right now, what if I could change that?

I look over at him and he was softly humming the song Teenage Dream by Katy Perry. God, that boy was in love with her. So he can be in love with her and not me? This is where I should take a stand. There has to be some way. There's no way I'll be friend zoned. This can't be one-sided love. He has to love me or else there would be consequences. I wonder what the things people do for love is. Would I do those romantic movies justice? I look over at Blaine and I whisper almost to the point where I can't even hear myself so I'm pretty sure he couldn't hear me. I tell him, "For what's about to happen, I'm extremely sorry in advance. Some people do crazy things for love."

But I'm crazier.

Blaine's POV

I softly hum to Teenage Dream, which was stuck in my head for the longest. I tapped my fingers against the window as the beat of the chorus. I look over at Kurt who seemed in deep thought and concentration. I didn't want to bother him so I just let him be. I'm glad he accepted my apology and we talked everything out. All I ever wanted was for him to open up to me and he did. I wouldn't let that change our friendship. We are stronger than that. I'll just ignore that he has feelings for me.

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's run away and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

When we reached a stoplight, I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. What a long day. I was extremely tired and I couldn't wait to go to sleep, I opened my eyes and the light was green. We were almost at Rachel's house when all of a sudden, Kurt put his hands on the steering wheel and used his hands to motion it to the side.

"Kurt! What the hell are you doing?"

I tried to take control of the wheel but it was too late. Our car smashed into another car which smashed into another car. The power was so great, I flew out the front window, my head hitting the glass, shards sticking in my head. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. I flew onto the trunk of someone's car and since their car was tilted, I crashed onto the floor, hard.

All I could think of in the moment was why Kurt would do such a thing. Maybe I was imagining it or something. For all I know, I could be dreaming right now but it felt all too real. I thought he had actually forgiven me for slapping him. I guess I was wrong. Sirens soared through the sky so loud, it was deafening. I prayed it would stop. My vision was crappy and I couldn't see a thing. I felt someone left me and put me someone but I was unsure of what. I heard Kurt's concerned voice but doesn't he know he was the one who did it? The sirens stopped. Only for a moment and it turned on back again, only louder this time.

The last thing I had thought about was finishing the chorus of teenage dream.

My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back, no!
Then lastly, everything turned black and I could hear the sirens no longer.