Fifth Prompt Post
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She tilted her head in a manner she probably thought exuded sympathy. "You're a good showman, Blaine, and admittedly quite attractive, but I'm a vastly superior singer and Kurt and I share a much longer history. I only hope there will be no hard feelings between us when Kurt chooses our Broadway-destined romance over you."
The twinge of irritation Blaine had felt earlier returned.
"Rachel, this isn't like when you and I went on that date. Kurt isn't questioning himself - he's gay."
She shook her head.
"You don't know every thought that goes through Kurt's mind. How do you know for sure he isn't interested?"
Blaine bit the inside of his cheek, feeling like he was in a punching match against a brick wall. "Fair enough," he conceded. "I don't. But even if Kurt were bi, we're still dating. And frankly, your behaviour has been bordering on rude."
He met her gaze head-on, his expression softening. "I mean, how would you feel if I acted like that to someone you were seeing?"
He was aware he was pleading, but he really wasn't sure how else to appeal to her. Rachel was used to viewing things only from her perspective, but maybe with a bit of prodding, she would see how her behaviour was affecting others.
For a second, he thought it might have worked, Rachel's gaze darting to the side uncertainly, her posture not as stiff. Her eyes were shining a bit as she turned back, but he was disappointed to see their sense of determination had not faded.
"I think if you're that insecure about your and Kurt's relationship, then maybe you should reconsider whether or not you're truly invested in it," she said shortly, the edges of her mouth pulled down in an unhappy line. "I'll stop showing up on your dates, but mostly because that much coffee consumption isn't good for my voice. You should both really think about finding another shared activity. But I'm not going to give up."
She stood, flicking a loose feather from her fascinator out of her eyes. "I assure you I won't hold any of this against you when Kurt and I are co-starring in this summer's community theatre production of Into the Woods. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to finish writing a song about abolitionism."
*
Blaine and Kurt were spread out on Kurt's bed, the door to his room open just past the acceptable limit. Blaine was propped up against the headboard, his chemistry textbook opened on his lap, while Kurt lounged on his stomach beside him reading a magazine. McKinley's schoolwork was a lot easier than Dalton's, and he always finished his before Blaine, but Kurt had still managed to convince his dad that they needed these nightly 'homework dates.'
Blaine didn't mind one bit. It was nice spending time with Kurt, and studying alone at Dalton just hadn't been the same since he left.
Today, though, his mind couldn't be further from his schoolwork, a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach. He'd re-read the same line five times already, and if anything, his focus was getting worse.
His looked up, staring at the back of Kurt's head. He hated having secrets, and he knew this wasn't one he could - or should - keep from his boyfriend.
He sighed, closing his book and pulling himself up straighter. "There's something I need to tell you."
"Sounds serious," Kurt said teasingly, his eyes still on his magazine and his ankles crossing playfully in the air behind him.
Blaine didn't smile, too busy thinking about how best to break the news. Total honesty was one of the best parts of their relationship, and this weight had been on his shoulders for too long now. He only hoped Kurt wouldn't be mad at him for waiting so long to bring it up.
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