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“He’s the one who ran off,” Kurt replies immediately, bristling at the implication that after everything Blaine’s done tonight it’s his fault that he hadn’t been bright enough to call someone and ask for a ride instead of walking home like some sulky child. “He’s been going on about his hair all week, because Brittany banned hairgel, and he spent the whole night sulking when she made him wash it out and then he got mad when I told him he’d ruined my night and he stormed off.”
“I’m not going to say you were wrong Kurt, because I want you to have everything you want and if your night didn’t go so well I’m sorry.”
Kurt can feel the ‘but’ coming on.
“But I think that you should know what Blaine’s father told me.”
Kurt frowns, waiting as his dad shifts a little to face him, looking strangely tired and so much older in his worn old dressing gown and out of the suits he’s been wearing lately.
“Kurt, he asked me what right we had to put his family through that kind of worry again. To make Blaine relive that night again. Do you know what he was talking about?”
Something sticks in Kurt’s chest and his stomach squirms uncomfortably, the weight of his father’s stare making him shift as so many things start to click into place that he hadn’t considered. That he hadn’t even thought about because he’d been so annoyed by Blaine prattling on about his hair all week.
“I-”
It hits him like a bombshell. Blaine squirming uncomfortably in the auditorium while he and Rachel exchanged looks, tried not to laugh, as he fumbles through excuses about balloons and silk-blends and static electricity and finally said, voice strangely quiet and upset, “It’s not funny, I don’t want to go.”
How readily Blaine had agreed to the proposal of the anti-prom, even after Santana railed against it being one giant pity party for Rachel. How hesitant he’d been even as Finn rounded them up to go to prom, rambling about pretending to be an ice sculpture or something that Kurt had already tuned out.
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- Oh.
“Kurt?”
His dad sounds concerned, reaching out to grab his arm and frowning. “Blaine’s dad wasn’t happy kid, he sounded like he would have pulled him out of McKinley right then and there if it wasn’t the middle of the night.”
It’s suddenly all so clear, so obvious that he wonders how he couldn’t have seen it. How he ever could have thought that Blaine dancing with him at last year’s prom could have fixed whatever it was that broke inside of Blaine the night three guys jumped him after a school dance.
Blaine hiding his face against Kurt’s shoulder so he couldn’t see the people staring.
Kurt stopping him outside in the parking lot, surrounded by people loitering, watching, listening in - reaching out for that piece of confetti with his hand and Blaine turning around and running.
He hadn’t walked away.
He’d ran.
Kurt thinks he might want to be sick.
“Dad,” he breathes out shakily, realizing he’d been dancing and laughing and celebrating as some kind of elaborate retaliation against Blaine ruining his night while Blaine was walking home, his phone, god, his phone in the glovebox of Rachel’s car, because Kurt had said it ruined the silhouette of his suit) having been made to relive some twisted parody of the worst night of his life. “I think - I think I really messed up.”
It really wasn’t about the hair at all.
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Thank you! I really needed it after that terrible episode.
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This was awesome!
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I am so amongst the votes for a sequel. I just want to see how Kurt will try to resolve this!
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