Deviation
Written for Tumblr's Klaine Advent Challenge (a 100+ word drabble a day)
Prompt #21: Us
A/N - Takes place during s4e12, Naked.
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They’d tip toed around each other on the phone for the past five minutes with bland questioning of how each other is, along with half-hearted answers about show choirs, Sectionals and steroids.
“Okay. I’m just going to come out and say this,” Blaine said in a rush. “But I’m afraid you’re going to think less of me,” he confessed.
“Oh my god, me too,” Kurt sighed heavily into the phone.
“Huh?”
“I need to tell you something as well and I feel the same way. Let’s just…let’s just say it together on three. Agreed?” Kurt proposed.
“Uh, yeah, okay. One?”
“Two.”
“Three!” They both paused for dramatic effect and then blurted out their secret.
“I’m posing naked…” “…started seeing someone.” “…in a calendar.”
“What!” They both shouted down the line.
“Naked, Blaine?” Kurt spluttered, managing to form words first. “In a calendar? Has everyone lost their mind lately? What is it with everyone just, just,” he stammered for a moment as his anger took hold, “taking off their clothes! Doesn’t anyone know how to keep their clothes on any more!” He paused, breathing heavily, as he waited for Blaine to defend himself. “Well?!” The line was so silent that Kurt had to check his phone’s display to make sure they hadn’t been cut off. “Blaine? Hello? Dammit,” Kurt swore quietly and pressed the cell phone tighter to his ear as he tried to hear if his best friend was still there. A soft breath stuttered in his ear piece. “Blaine?” Kurt said gently. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just with Rachel, and Brody, and-”
“You’re seeing someone?” Blaine interrupted quietly and Kurt swallowed hard. He nodded to himself as he sat back down on his bed.
“His name’s Adam. It’s just- We aren’t- We’ve had coffee a couple of times but I thought you should know.” When there was no reply, Kurt raced to fill in the silence. “He’s very nice. Pleasant. And he sings,” Kurt floundered as to what else to say. “He’s British. H-has an accent,” he ended with and squeezed his thigh helplessly. This was going about as well as the nightmares he’d been having over this exact situation.
Blaine’s breathing was soft through the phone, sounding distant, and Kurt wondered for a moment if he was crying. “I’m sorry, Blaine. This doesn’t have anything to do with us. From before,” he whispered. “You needed to know. I-I needed you to know. You’re my best friend and I didn’t want there to be secrets between us.” A big breath blew through the receiver.
“I understand,” he replied sadly. “I, uh, have to go now.”
“Blaine-?”
“I hope he treats you right, Kurt. You deserve that.”
“Blaine,” Kurt whimpered when the call clicked off. He fell back against the mattress as his eyes stung. He lifted his phone, and through blurry vision, tapped out a text to Sam asking him to check up on Blaine. His mobile phone was dropped onto the nightstand and Kurt dragged out a large suitcase to pull Bruce out. He wrapped himself in the pillow’s non-judgmental embrace and hoped he hadn’t just ruined everything.
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