A/N: When I'm tired and in a bad mood, I tend to write a lot of angsty, AU!Klaine, so two of them happened last night.
Rating: T
Blaine was subject to a drug.
A drug called beauty.
Kurt flaunted beauty like it was a part of him, enticing those around him like an insect to a florescent light.
And Blaine could have him, if he chose, but then again, he couldn't. Kurt was free, and Kurt wasn't like Blaine.
Kurt loved to sleep around – he loved to party and he loved to feel the adrenaline rush of being somewhere else at any given point. He liked to take dares and he liked to try new foods, regardless if he knew what they were. He was different, but it didn't suit Blaine.
He was just entranced.
But Kurt was entranced by Blaine too.
Each night at the bar, Blaine would sit there, sipping his drink. His dark eyes would follow Kurt as he wandered through, trying to find the most attractive man – second to Blaine, of course.
Once or twice, Kurt had tried to seduce Blaine back into his web, with smoky eyes and a low voice, beckoning with a single finger – or two, if he was feeling bold.
But Blaine couldn't. This wasn't what he was like. He couldn't stoop that low – sharing Kurt with those creatures of the night – the ones who wandered without claim and without care. Blaine was a worker – a hard one, at that.
But Kurt was beautiful.
Blaine knew that the boy couldn't hold a relationship though. He wasn't one that would stay in one place for too long – he got bored too quickly. Blaine knew that from experience.
So Blaine would continue to watch and wait, to see what would become of Kurt.
No matter the men draped around him – the snobs, the bitches, the married and the young - Kurt was still beautiful.
But Blaine couldn't wait until Kurt would come back to him – a man instead of the free-spirited boy. When Kurt would come to his senses, and find what he was missing.
And what he had missed.
A/N: Mmhm.