Operation: Break Up Kurt and the Hobbit (or How Finn and Puck are Terrible Matchmakers) 4/5
Sam and Puck leave the Hudmel residence about thirty minutes later, and as soon as the front door shuts behind them Puck turns to Sam and grabs him by the arms.
“Dude,” he says, “you are a fucking master. Like, seriously, I wanted to dance with you after that shit you pulled.”
Sam chuckles a little. “It wasn’t shit, dude. It was all true. Been planning on coming out to him like that for a few days now.”
“Man,” Puck shakes his head, letting go of Sam’s arms and continuing their journey to his truck, “you’re gonna have to teach me some of those vulnerable sad puppy dog lines so I can get Lauren out of her dress tonight!”
“You’re terrible, really,” Sam tells his friend as he climbs into the passenger side of Puck’s truck. “I honest-to-God just want to dance with him. Yeah, I want to be able to look back at this and know I was true to myself and danced with a guy, but right now, in this moment it’s him that I want to dance with.”
“Keep saying shit like that to him, dude,” Puck responds, “and you’re totally getting laid tonight.”
*
Kurt stands in the living room in front of his father, Finn, and Carol. His eyebrows are creased with worry as he stares down at his outfit.
“So you guys don’t think it’s too much?” He asks quietly, looking up for his family’s approval.
“Of course not, sweetie,” Carol says instantly. “You look very handsome!”
“Well,” Burt starts unsurely, “it’s definitely… you.”
Kurt and Finn share a smile. “Yeah, dude! You’re Kurt freakin’ Hummel, you’re like, fabulous and stuff. ‘Too much’ isn’t even in your vocabulary. And if Blaine doesn’t like it, and if he thinks it’s too much, then he’s obviously not good enough for you.”
“What are you talking about?” Burt asks curiously, looking from his son to his stepson. “Did Blaine say something, Kurt?”
Kurt goes to reply, but Finn beats him to it. “He always tells Kurt that he should try to fit in more and stuff. He doesn’t like McKinley Kurt very much.”
“McKinley Kurt?” Carol repeats.
“I blended at Dalton, Dad,” Kurt murmurs. “I mean, I was a Cheerio and I wore a corset and I didn’t let people tell me that who I am is wrong.”
“And you did that at Dalton?”
“Blaine told me to stop trying so hard.”
Before anyone can respond, the doorbell rings and Finn jumps from his spot on the couch to answer it. Kurt sends his father a glare that clearly says say something and I will behead you and Burt grumbles quietly. Kurt can hear Finn greeting Blaine at the door and he quietly slips from the room and into the kitchen. He feels his heart pounding and his palms sweating and he can’t tell if he’s more nervous or excited.
“Kurt,” Finn’s voice calls loudly, “Blaine’s here!”
Kurt answers with a be right there and he breathes in deeply. He looks down at his ensemble and likes what he sees. He’s ready to face Blaine, face the possible end of his relationship, when Sam’s voice rings in his head, asking if Kurt would dance with him.
No, I won’t look back on my prom twenty years from now and regret not dancing with the one person I really wanted to dance with, just because the school I go to is full of homophobes.
Kurt runs through the words again and again until it clicks that Sam had said the one person and that that one person is him. Suddenly his mouth is dry and his stomach is twisting and he’s never wanted someone more than he wants Sam right now.
The thought shocks him, because not two hours earlier he was convincing himself he didn’t see Sam as more than a friend. Two hours earlier, his mind supplies, you didn’t know Sam liked you back.
Finn calls for him again and Kurt huffs, walking into the living room to see Blaine in a simple tux seated on the couch next to Finn. Burt sat opposite them, glaring at Blaine openly. Kurt fought the urge to laugh at Blaine’s terrified expression.
“Hey,” Kurt says, announcing his presence. “You ready to go?”
Blaine turns to Kurt, mouth open to speak, and then abruptly shuts it. His eyebrows furrow and Kurt can tell he’s looking at his kilt but he stands tall and defiant, ready for (wanting) Blaine’s criticism.
“Kurt,” Blaine says in a condescending tone, “are you wearing a skirt?”
“No,” Kurt snaps, “it’s a kilt. Have you never seen one before?”
Blaine shrugs awkwardly and tries again.
“I just-“ he pauses, “why are you wearing one to prom?”
“Because I like it,” Kurt responds angrily. He knew this was coming, a part of him wants it to happen, wants to be rid of Blaine because as long as he’s dating Blaine he can’t go for Sam and not going for Sam sounds awful, but Blaine’s words still hurt.
“Aren’t you afraid of getting made fun of?”
“What are you implying?” Burt’s loud voice rang out through the living room. Blaine looks as though his puppy has been shot.
“Yeah, Blaine,” Finn adds, “are you saying Kurt shouldn’t wear what he wants? Are you dictating his choices?” Finn’s cheeks turn red and he mumbles, “Rachel taught me that word,” and then he remembers that he’s dating Quinn, not Rachel, and has the nerve to look ashamed.
Kurt chuckles.
“I don’t mean to dictate your choices, Kurt,” Blaine starts, and Kurt senses a ‘but’, “but this isn’t a smart idea.”
“I’d like you to leave,” Kurt says firmly. He doesn’t say it loudly, his voice is calm and even but very final.
“What?” Blaine looks confused.
“Can you join me on the porch?” Kurt asks, glancing to his father, step-mother and step-brother. Blaine sighs loudly (and dramatically) before getting up and following Kurt outside.
“What the hell, Kurt?” Blaine whispers angrily as soon as the door closes behind them.
“I’m sick of the way you treat me,” Kurt answers, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “You think that I need to fit in with everyone else, you think you should be able to have a say in the things I do or the clothes I wear or the way I act, and you don’t think I’m sexy.”
Blaine’s face is red and he scoffs loudly. “Is that what this is about?!”
“Yes, Blaine! It’s about that! And it’s about everything else, too! I liked you, Blaine, I really did, but right now I don’t even want to look at you because all the things you’ve said to me keep ringing in my head. I am not a conformist, I am a leader which means I wear what I want and no one can stop me. The fact that I’ve let you try for so long is something I regret, and I’d really appreciate it if you left.”
Blaine is silent for a moment, staring at the ground, eyebrows still furrowed. “Who will take you to prom?”
Kurt laughs and takes a step back from his ex-boyfriend, hand on the doorknob.
“Not you.”
Part 5
“Dude,” he says, “you are a fucking master. Like, seriously, I wanted to dance with you after that shit you pulled.”
Sam chuckles a little. “It wasn’t shit, dude. It was all true. Been planning on coming out to him like that for a few days now.”
“Man,” Puck shakes his head, letting go of Sam’s arms and continuing their journey to his truck, “you’re gonna have to teach me some of those vulnerable sad puppy dog lines so I can get Lauren out of her dress tonight!”
“You’re terrible, really,” Sam tells his friend as he climbs into the passenger side of Puck’s truck. “I honest-to-God just want to dance with him. Yeah, I want to be able to look back at this and know I was true to myself and danced with a guy, but right now, in this moment it’s him that I want to dance with.”
“Keep saying shit like that to him, dude,” Puck responds, “and you’re totally getting laid tonight.”
*
Kurt stands in the living room in front of his father, Finn, and Carol. His eyebrows are creased with worry as he stares down at his outfit.
“So you guys don’t think it’s too much?” He asks quietly, looking up for his family’s approval.
“Of course not, sweetie,” Carol says instantly. “You look very handsome!”
“Well,” Burt starts unsurely, “it’s definitely… you.”
Kurt and Finn share a smile. “Yeah, dude! You’re Kurt freakin’ Hummel, you’re like, fabulous and stuff. ‘Too much’ isn’t even in your vocabulary. And if Blaine doesn’t like it, and if he thinks it’s too much, then he’s obviously not good enough for you.”
“What are you talking about?” Burt asks curiously, looking from his son to his stepson. “Did Blaine say something, Kurt?”
Kurt goes to reply, but Finn beats him to it. “He always tells Kurt that he should try to fit in more and stuff. He doesn’t like McKinley Kurt very much.”
“McKinley Kurt?” Carol repeats.
“I blended at Dalton, Dad,” Kurt murmurs. “I mean, I was a Cheerio and I wore a corset and I didn’t let people tell me that who I am is wrong.”
“And you did that at Dalton?”
“Blaine told me to stop trying so hard.”
Before anyone can respond, the doorbell rings and Finn jumps from his spot on the couch to answer it. Kurt sends his father a glare that clearly says say something and I will behead you and Burt grumbles quietly. Kurt can hear Finn greeting Blaine at the door and he quietly slips from the room and into the kitchen. He feels his heart pounding and his palms sweating and he can’t tell if he’s more nervous or excited.
“Kurt,” Finn’s voice calls loudly, “Blaine’s here!”
Kurt answers with a be right there and he breathes in deeply. He looks down at his ensemble and likes what he sees. He’s ready to face Blaine, face the possible end of his relationship, when Sam’s voice rings in his head, asking if Kurt would dance with him.
No, I won’t look back on my prom twenty years from now and regret not dancing with the one person I really wanted to dance with, just because the school I go to is full of homophobes.
Kurt runs through the words again and again until it clicks that Sam had said the one person and that that one person is him. Suddenly his mouth is dry and his stomach is twisting and he’s never wanted someone more than he wants Sam right now.
The thought shocks him, because not two hours earlier he was convincing himself he didn’t see Sam as more than a friend. Two hours earlier, his mind supplies, you didn’t know Sam liked you back.
Finn calls for him again and Kurt huffs, walking into the living room to see Blaine in a simple tux seated on the couch next to Finn. Burt sat opposite them, glaring at Blaine openly. Kurt fought the urge to laugh at Blaine’s terrified expression.
“Hey,” Kurt says, announcing his presence. “You ready to go?”
Blaine turns to Kurt, mouth open to speak, and then abruptly shuts it. His eyebrows furrow and Kurt can tell he’s looking at his kilt but he stands tall and defiant, ready for (wanting) Blaine’s criticism.
“Kurt,” Blaine says in a condescending tone, “are you wearing a skirt?”
“No,” Kurt snaps, “it’s a kilt. Have you never seen one before?”
Blaine shrugs awkwardly and tries again.
“I just-“ he pauses, “why are you wearing one to prom?”
“Because I like it,” Kurt responds angrily. He knew this was coming, a part of him wants it to happen, wants to be rid of Blaine because as long as he’s dating Blaine he can’t go for Sam and not going for Sam sounds awful, but Blaine’s words still hurt.
“Aren’t you afraid of getting made fun of?”
“What are you implying?” Burt’s loud voice rang out through the living room. Blaine looks as though his puppy has been shot.
“Yeah, Blaine,” Finn adds, “are you saying Kurt shouldn’t wear what he wants? Are you dictating his choices?” Finn’s cheeks turn red and he mumbles, “Rachel taught me that word,” and then he remembers that he’s dating Quinn, not Rachel, and has the nerve to look ashamed.
Kurt chuckles.
“I don’t mean to dictate your choices, Kurt,” Blaine starts, and Kurt senses a ‘but’, “but this isn’t a smart idea.”
“I’d like you to leave,” Kurt says firmly. He doesn’t say it loudly, his voice is calm and even but very final.
“What?” Blaine looks confused.
“Can you join me on the porch?” Kurt asks, glancing to his father, step-mother and step-brother. Blaine sighs loudly (and dramatically) before getting up and following Kurt outside.
“What the hell, Kurt?” Blaine whispers angrily as soon as the door closes behind them.
“I’m sick of the way you treat me,” Kurt answers, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “You think that I need to fit in with everyone else, you think you should be able to have a say in the things I do or the clothes I wear or the way I act, and you don’t think I’m sexy.”
Blaine’s face is red and he scoffs loudly. “Is that what this is about?!”
“Yes, Blaine! It’s about that! And it’s about everything else, too! I liked you, Blaine, I really did, but right now I don’t even want to look at you because all the things you’ve said to me keep ringing in my head. I am not a conformist, I am a leader which means I wear what I want and no one can stop me. The fact that I’ve let you try for so long is something I regret, and I’d really appreciate it if you left.”
Blaine is silent for a moment, staring at the ground, eyebrows still furrowed. “Who will take you to prom?”
Kurt laughs and takes a step back from his ex-boyfriend, hand on the doorknob.
“Not you.”
Part 5