Don't You Want Me? (Klaine-PG)
Title: Don't You Want Me?
Pairing: Klaine
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~5200
Summary: When Blaine forgets having dated Kurt, when he forgets that integral part of himself that means he can love Kurt and is back on finding Rachel Berry the hottest thing on earth from that horrible drunken night all those months ago after a knock on the head from Karofsky, how is Kurt to remind Blaine of who he is?
Spoilers: All throughout S2, esp heavy on 2.14
Warnings: stalker!Kurt (Does this count as a hazard?)
Note: This would be the first fic I wrote for glee and the second one that I'm posting because of excessive amounts of nervousness and flailing in the general direction of my beta. It's just fanfiction so spare me if I don't make sense like you know...scientifically
Beta: alexxasick you're so wonderful, you read this twice for me. And you're the reason why this doesn't suck as much as it did when I had finished it after the first round.
When Blaine wakes up, he’s barely stirred and lifted the upper half of his body up from the bed before he falls back down again from the weight of a something that literally throws itself at him.
He’s groggy, like he’s been sleeping for days after getting wasted, except there isn’t a full-blown hangover that usually assists these wild nights but a dull pain like the hurt isn’t pounding inside but outside his head.
Blaine groans from the combination of confusion and the babbling, spazzing weight on top him and suddenly the weight retracts but just a little bit so Blaine can see his face through squints because it’s hard for his eyes to adjust to the light.
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” Kurt wheezes from on top of him and Blaine wonders what has him so damn excited, ambushing him on his bed and looking not sorry at all and still sitting on his torso.
“No, no but Kurt what are you doing here?” And Kurt adjusts himself on Blaine’s torso like he owns it before leaning forward with his hands pressed to the side of Blaine’s head. Blaine suddenly finds himself self conscious and a little bit awkward under the Kurt umbrella.
“Looking after you, of course.” And Kurt smirks at him and there are warning signals going off in Blaine’s head so he pushes Kurt’s chest lightly, “Okay Kurt get off.” And Kurt slides, literally slides off him and Blaine is a little freaked out.
Blaine groans again, not noticing the change of surroundings yet, as he grips into his hair and pulls and ouch! it felt like someone just broke a vase on top of his head and one of the splinters actually stuck there.
“Blaine you shouldn’t do that.” Kurt says as he gently plucks Blaine’s hands off his hair and pressed them on top of his chest, “I’m so glad you’re awake.” And there, Kurt does it again, acts sappy as he just holds Blaine’s hand and looks tender. Blaine flinches as he shakes Kurt’s hands off his.
And suddenly the door opens and Blaine’s mom walks in, enveloping him into a tight hug as she starts sobbing and his mind is in a whirr as she’s peeled off him only for his view to be replaced by a guy in a white coat. His mother stands behind the doctor and sort of flicks her fingers at him, like a wave, a shy hello and Blaine is confused because is mother is shy now while Kurt just sort of jumps onto him?
What was happening to the world…or this very, very bizarre dream.
“Okay son how do you feel?” The man asks and Blaine sort of notices the man in the coat again and doesn’t get what he’s doing as the guy plants a hand over his forehead. This had to be some sort of harassment, he just knew.
“Son?” He croaks. Is that his dad? So this was his mother’s lover or something and that’s why she’s shy. That makes sense only he doesn’t get where his real dad fits in the picture.
“Okay let’s check his blood pressure.” This mystery guy declares and in barges this woman with a blood pressure measuring machine like a scripted episode of “Days of Our Lives” except maybe less dramatic (but certainly more confusing) and then this woman wraps the cloth around his forearm and takes his blood pressure and says, “Normal, doctor” and things finally, finally start clicking in his head.
“Am I, am I in a hospital?” He asks unsure because the room he’s in, he realizes belatedly is not his, but that doesn’t mean it looks even remotely like a hospital. It’s freckled with bright bouquets in vases with Burberry coverings and numerous photos of him, New Directions, The Warblers and him and Kurt and there are wall hangings, not to mention a rug right where the doctor is standing. And he notices Kurt looking anxious in the distance and realizes that Kurt went all…well Kurt over his hospital room and for the first time since he’s woken up a warmth spreads in his chest like familiarity, like something in the world is right if Kurt is taking over people’s hospital rooms uninvited and going crazy with it even though Blaine really can’t place why he’s here in the first place and so he asks.
The doctor looks at him a little funny before he clears his throat, “Well you came in here with a concussion, been out for three days, ” and then he looks back at Kurt with a mixture of approval and disapproval before leaning in really close, “You’ve made one hell of a friend, never left.” Then he pauses again and looks around the room, he seems to stare at a little teddy holding a heart that says “Get well soon” before adding, “Other than to go shopping of course.” And Blaine smiles because he can imagine Kurt doing that, use his breaks from looking after Blaine to head to Burberry outlet only to grab stuff for Blaine.
His mother patted his head lightly careful to avoid the bandages as she left, probably to talk about some formalities with the doctor now that he was awake, with a defeated expression at Kurt’s direction and Blaine gets why she was so careful…she was just scared for him and yeah that makes sense too and Blaine is just a bit more relaxed before he realizes Kurt is still there, far away but expectant, wary and hesitating on returning to his side. He feels a little guilty at the rough treatment he gave Kurt when he had just woken up and uses the opportunity when he’s left alone with Kurt to apologize and so he calls him, softly like letting him no that was wasn’t angry anymore or confused (at least not entirely) either.
Kurt moves, no surges forward when Blaine calls him and he cups his face in his hands when Blaine apologizes and there he goes again looking all tender and as though he’s treasuring Blaine like he’s precious. And Blaine feels disconcerted.
“Oh Blaine, I deserved that, this is all my fault I was just- Blaine I-
And the room is suddenly invaded by a hoard of happy, excited teens and Blaine is surrounding, barricaded in by the New Directions hugging him from all directions. Once their excitement dies down a little he sees Mr. Schuester at the door and he nods his greeting at him. It’s all making him a little emotional and he feels embarrassed at being so chocked up that he can’t really speak.
“Well the doctor said you would be released today.” Mr. Schue announces to be immediately followed by loud cheers, “We are eager for your return. The chairs in the choir room are really lonely without you jumping onto them.”
And before Blaine has the opportunity to say, to express how he feels by bursting out in tears (though he still doesn’t really get how he ended up this way) Rachel clears up her throat and produces a cd player from somewhere, “I thought after all this, it is appropriate to welcome Blaine back into this world with song, a song by me of course. After all this I can say that you mighty well deserved it.”
And Blaine realizes Rachel is still Rachel too, and that brightens up his day a lot especially when she starts singing…for him.
The way she belts out the song like she’s the one victimized (was that what happened to him? Was he victimized somehow?) And that she’s the one who needs the hugs and the pats on the back and the reassuring glances (though what he really needed was some information) and the completely self obsessed way that she presumes a welcoming back (from what?) gift would be a few minutes of her voice (and after a few months in New Directions that wasn’t really a novelty anymore) was kind of…endearing.
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“What happened to him?” Kurt demands frantic, not caring that his mousse gave way causing a few strands of his hair to uncharacteristically stray over his forehead.
The doctor looks a little perplexed at the agitated boy before deciding he’d be safer addressing the issue to the mother.
“It seems like…Blaine has forgotten a few things.”
His aversion of Kurt doesn’t work too well for him as Kurt slams down on his desk, “LIKE WHAT?”
“Well for starters…”And then he realizes that he’s made a huge mistake because while Blaine may have forgotten numerous things no one realizes at the moment, the one and most obvious one (and hence all the agitation) is that Blaine had forgotten dating Kurt.
“For starters?” Kurt presses looking like he’s on the verge of biting the doctor’s head off and so he stops makes a meaningful expression before covering up, “That’s what you’ll have to find out.” And Kurt’s whole body jerks like he imploded before he suddenly falls onto the empty chair beside Blaine’s mother and starts crying. The doctor doesn’t know what to do as he pushes the tissue box at Kurt and he proceeds to finish it. Even though he’s just refilled it yesterday, the doctor is relieved just to have that accusing glare off his face.
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Kurt looks like he’s aged ten years in the two days that they’ve determined Blaine’s definitely forgotten dating him. (The intense night repair cream has also been neglected in those two days, not that anyone has ever made connections) The doctor told them that it would be putting too much pressure on Blaine to thrust all that he’s forgotten (he still refused to address as to what they were) on him as fact and expecting him to remember.
So things like surprise visits to Blaine’s house or suddenly pulling him by the wrist to just plant one on him because he can is forbidden because he really can’t do them. To Kurt it’s like someone’s told him to stop being gay and its really difficult not to give in to temptation and just hope that Blaine would have renewed interest in him. But Kurt starts reading into the way Blaine flinches when their fingers brush or when he gets really close how Blaine seems to retract, how Blaine prefers staying downstairs to watch football with Finn rather than join him upstairs to talk about an inspiring musical of Kurt’s choice (and then just be inspired by Kurt because that always seemed to make Blaine make a move on him)
On the third day though, Kurt expires, not literally but the Blaine caused aging (and cream neglecting) comes to an abrupt end because even though he could, with much difficulty, deal with Blaine not remembering their tender moments there was just an unbearable, indescribable pain at catching Blaine in McKinley’s choir room lean down to kiss Rachel Berry.
Kurt hadn’t known that Blaine had been reverted back to the time when he was questioning his sexuality. It’s not like it was easy to hear Blaine tell him he wanted to give Rachel a chance after a night of drunken kissing whereas he’d never had till acknowledged that Kurt had almost confessed, hiding that incident behind a mask of friendship. But at least, it hadn’t lasted long. And although the memory of Blaine and Rachel both old and new had his heart clenching but there was a part of Kurt, the part that stood proud at the Prom Queen coronation, that had confidence in his boyfriend, that he’d see reason and he’d come back to him because hadn’t they really connected in the past few months? You can’t just lose feelings with a bump on the head even though you may forget them.
Since they’ve already seen the result of this before Kurt sobered his worried heart and went through the day. Hopefully and soon Blaine will call him and tell him what happened, that was what Blaine would do before and Kurt knew he hadn’t forgotten being friends and soon enough his phone started ringing, he picked it up excitedly and there was a breathless Blaine on the other side, “Kurt you’ve got to help me!”
And Kurt couldn’t help the small smile, to be honest it was Blaine who had held his hand and led him down this path he had chosen and to be given an opportunity to do the same for Blaine was an honour.
“Sure, when can you come over?”
“Oh can I?” And the grateful plead was back, the one he used when Kurt would allow Blaine to do something particularly risqué.
“Anytime.” And honestly Kurt was a little breathless himself. It’s been almost a week since Karofsky had hit Blaine on the head, which had sent all this into motion and Kurt was no longer used to being this lonely (especially since the solution to all this pain was right there).
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“So you’re sure she likes Breadstix?” Blaine asked excited, “And her favourite colour? What’s her favourite colour?”
Blaine twirled a little as he picked the shirt he’d picked out for his date. Kurt looked on un-amused. How can this boy not suspect he’s gay? He spent the last half hour contemplating the colour combinations of his vest and button down. Kurt had half a mind to tell Blaine that Finn (or any straight guy for that matter) wouldn’t know the difference between Cherry Red and Crimson. In fact Rachel wouldn’t either. Her natural feminine tendencies would help her distinguish between Dark Orange and Brick Red but Kurt suspected (especially from all that junk she seems to wear) that even half of Blaine’s concerns would apply to Rachel.
“Kurt you’re a sweetheart.” Blaine says and reaches down to hug Kurt and want slams into Kurt, he wants to hold on, clench fingers into Blaine’s shirt to take pleasure in the crumples in the immaculate perfection which is usually the state of Blaine’s clothes (not to mention a little boring) but then he’s irritated because straight guys don’t do that either.
What with leading the Warblers all the time and helping Kurt out with all the issues with his sexuality Kurt had never noticed what an utter dunderhead Blaine is, masking his obliviousness with big dorky smiles and sweet, caring words.
When Kurt’s hopes had been crushed with a starry-eyed Blaine barging into his house, Rachel Berry’s name on repeat on his lips, he had gone from a phase of utter disappointment, sadness to anger and finally irritation (add a pinch of hurt to all that and you get Kurt Hummel’s feelings at boyfriend Blaine’s stupid infatuations)
The better part of Blaine’s mostly monologue on what to wear and what to do Kurt had spent contemplating on how to kill that boyfriend snatcher Rachel Berry, if she brings up the hope of Eurasian babies once again, he would go for poison, some horrible organ eating poison for that horrible, selfish person.
At least when Blaine dumps her over-ambitious ass it will be all the more sweeter but he looks at the crooning, giddy Blaine and suddenly is afraid that might not happen. Kurt shakes his head to get rid of the thought.
“No? So you think it’s better if I do kiss her after the first date?”
What? Where had Blaine been taking this conversation?
“You might as well, you’ve planted one on her enough times.” And Blaine retracts a little, “Kurt?”
And Kurt rubs his head, how the hell does he cover that up? ‘you’ve been there and done Rachel?” or “I was shamelessly staring at you when you went all up on her”
“Are you feeling okay?” Blaine asks instead and Kurt grabs the chance.
“Hm…my head does feel a little heavy, maybe we should call it a day.” He smiles at Blaine trying his best to keep the constipation out and he gets a pat on his shoulder before Blaine is out the door.
Kurt slumps down into his seat a bit before he lets the rage build up. It feels like he’ll break his phone as he presses the buttons to Rachel’s number. Kurt doesn’t even wait for the hello after the click.
“RACHEL BERRY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BOYRFRIEND?”
“Kurt I can explain-
“Dude you won’t believe what I just saw!” Finn barges into the room panting, “Blaine was with Rachel!”
Kurt’s eyebrows furrow in understanding, “You CAN’T be serious” He barks into the phone.
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“You better not turn back from what you said.” Kurt glares at Rachel in her knee-length skirt, plaid top and the stylish red hard leather bag slung from her hand. He had thrust that bag into her hand because she was in the middle of a mall, surrounding by high-end fashion but dressed like…well like that
“Yeah, yeah I’m in love with Finn and the only reason I let Blaine kiss me was because I knew he was peeking from behind the piano.” She shakes him off but Kurt can’t trust her which is why his bag is equipped with a binocular and a loud horn for distraction purposes. Kurt almost steps out from behind the pillar with Rachel only to be stopped.
“My date!” She shout-whispers and Kurt glares at her much the same he does whenever she steals a solo from him. Kurt fishes out his binocular as Rachel struts up to Blaine waiting in front of the statue of naked lady with a violin (which he always found a tacky addition as mall decoration) and cringes when Blaine leans down to peck her, Rachel turns her head in time so that it lands on her cheek. As Blaine walks away she turns with a cheerful smile at Kurt, as though her head turn away from Blaine’s kiss is a reason for Kurt to trust her.
Yeah right.
And just as he’s about to discreetly follow them there’s heavy footsteps behind him and he turns to find a tall and particularly indiscreet jock panting behind him.
“Finn, what the hell are you doing?”
“Same as what you are.”
“To keep an eye on my boyfriend?”
“Yeah…” Finn puckers his lips a little confused, “I think.”
“Oh that you never do.” Kurt rolls his eyes and goes back to his trailing when he’s stopped.
“Dude how are you letting this happen? I mean sure Blaine doesn’t remember but you guys didn’t break up so he’s technically your boyfriend still.”
“And hence the keeping watch, Finn.” Kurt would roll his eyes again but usually when he’s with Finn such opportunities come so often that his eyes start hurting.
“But this counts as cheating, why would you let this date happen in the first place?” Finn seems to get agitated; the next thing that comes out of his mouth would be accompanied by a shove Kurt can tell.
“What’s your angle?” Kurt narrows his eyes to look just as much threatening as Finn does.
Finn stutters a bit, retracting from his threatening position, “Look he’s your boyfriend, yours you should…fine…Rachel is totally hot. DUDE, the guy is GAY! How does she do that? Wind up a gay dude?!”
Kurt really does roll his eyes this time. So typical.
“I thought Rachel was in love with you.” Kurt answers flippant and Finn flinches from the memory of the things that got in between them.
“Quinn and ambitions.” Finn sighs and Kurt can’t help but mumble ‘at least her reason makes sense’
“What?”
“What?” Kurt plays dumb, “Oh now I lost them!” He throws his hands up in exasperation.
“You’re much better than this.” Finn sighs and Kurt is offended as Finn plucks the binocular out of his hands with a roll of his own eyes.
“That’s what you think.” Kurt grumbles as Finn grabs his arm and turns him around to the other direction from where Blaine and Rachel had headed.
“Come on, let’s have a man--ly brother dinner.”
“Asshole.”
“You’re the first guy to ever say that to me.” Finn actually sounds accomplished and Kurt holds back yet another one of those numerous eye rolls about to present themselves to him as the evening unfolded.
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“The date was fabulous.” Blaine exclaims arms flailing into the air as he plops back onto Kurt’s bed.
Kurt’s lips are set in a thin line, “Oh?” He tries to sound as unenthusiastic as possible because he’s not really into the whole boyfriend turned best friend gig that Blaine seems to have going on with him.
“And did you kiss?”
“Yes.” And Blaine looks just as much love struck as he did when he had first said ‘I love you’ to Kurt in that coffee shop.
“Guess there is no reason for me to ask you how that went.” Kurt says with a grimace.
“In any case. I. Am. Speechless.” And every punctuated word drives through Kurt’s heart like a stake. He just can’t believe this outcome and suddenly it somehow sinks in that, this is it, he’s lost him. He’s really lost the love of his life to a knock on the head.
Kurt was a romantic, he knew that but he still couldn’t help but feel that they were connected. That the bond between him and Blaine would never be lost, no matter how many bullies and punches got in between them. He wanted to blame Rachel, he really did, her determined face as she said “Trust me” before that date was sending prickles through his spine, he wanted to capture that face of Rachel’s on a picture frame and throw (deadly, poisoned) darts at it.
But that wouldn’t help. If it wasn’t Rachel, it would be someone else and he couldn’t hate all the people in the world that Blaine loved and he looked at the boy stretched out on his bed as though it was the one last intimate moment he allowed himself before he stepped up to him and sat beside him.
He let out a shaky breathe hoping that Blaine wouldn’t notice the tremble in his voice, “That’s great.”
And Blaine shoots up to face Kurt his hands come to grip Kurt’s shoulders, “Really?”
Kurt smiles, his face becomes tomato red from the effort to not cry, “Yes.”
“I knew you would be happy for me Kurt!” Blaine says as he pulls Kurt into a hug. And Kurt hugs back forgetting to get annoyed that straight boys don’t really do stuff like that.
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“You sure you’re okay, Kurt?” Rachel actually manages to notice that something is up with Kurt in between her passionate bursts of ‘How I Will End Up in Broadway Eventually or Otherwise.”
“I’m fine.” Kurt says in a breathy voice. It’s obvious that he isn’t fine and usually Rachel wouldn’t pry but her only audience was straying and Rachel knew how to value her audience. She stops him midway as he’s about to sidestep her for homeroom. “Kurt, tell me what’s wrong.”
“Look, if you and my ex (he shudders horribly at that) boyfriend want to be together you have my blessings, just don’t expect me to be happy while I’m giving it.” Kurt produces the driest smile he could muster.
“Together? What the hell are you talking about? The second date was just as amazing and even more platonic then the first one, the answer is still the same Kurt. He’s so totally gay and if you ask me, so totally in love with you.”
“Really?” Kurt looks hopeful of course he doesn’t divulge the information Blaine gave him. That would only spur Rachel on. If she felt nothing, well one more paw off Blaine and who was he kidding, as if he wanted to sit back and give blessings while someone else claimed Blaine.
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“So Blaine, meet with Rachel recently?” Kurt couldn’t help but call Blaine and ask him. He was stupid so very utterly stupid but he hoped non-the less that maybe that this whole thing with Rachel was not one-sided but a lie. Though it was beyond Kurt to comprehend why Blaine would lie to him.
But optimism makes the world go around (what’s love without hope right? So really it should be the way he sees it)
“Yeah. Yeah. Just the day before yesterday.”
“Funny she was here from after school till dinner practicing her duet with Finn just the day before yesterday.”
“Oh…oh. I must have gotten the dates wrong.” Blaine sounds like it’s nothing.
“So what did you do?” Kurt knew that it would be harder for Blaine to come up with a made up date when he was already so shaken.
“You know…stuff.”
“Stuff?” And he didn’t bother hiding the skepticism, in fact he exaggerated it, hiding some of his own nervousness because he was lying straight through his teeth too, Rachel hasn’t been to their house since she had dated Finn.
“Uh..uh…Kurt. I-I think that’s my mom calling. Talk to you later, okay?”
So Blaine really was lying. Kurt didn’t think too much about what the truth would be. Maybe Blaine simply didn’t love him anymore, but finding that out would be better than this.
Not knowing.
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Kurt doesn’t mean to follow Blaine but somehow skipping last class to come out to Dalton seemed like a huge waste once he saw what a lack of privacy this school had. Identical uniforms swarming about like they had a mind of its own. Somehow talking to Blaine here would feel like talking to the whole school so he waits till Blaine makes way to his jeep. He couldn’t help but glance a peek at Blaine so composed and beautiful in his (yes monotonous but oh so immaculate) uniform before deciding its best to head over to his house and corner him there.
Kurt waits 10 minutes after Blaine disappears through the front door before ringing the bell. He had wanted to wait more but the anticipation just bubbled inside of him until it was threatening to pop and he felt himself lose his cool as each second passed in that agitated state.
To his surprise the one opening the door is Blaine himself.
“Kurt?”
And he’s still wearing that damn uniform. Sometimes Kurt wonders if it’s a part of his body.
“Hello Blaine.” He starts and has half a mind to turn this into a casual visit rather than a confrontation.
“Come in.” And Blaine flashes him one of his huge grins and Kurt has an urge to just melt right there so Blaine would come forward and hold him and its as if it hits him just then how much he wants Blaine’s arms around him.
Strong and secure.
Kurt just doesn’t feel safe without Blaine anymore and it’s annoying and maybe he’s depending too much on another person whereas he’s always been alone on this path. But happiness, yeah that’s the only thing that he’s never had when he was alone. Without Blaine he isn’t happy and that’s why he’s here because he deserves to be happy no matter what Karofsky or those other bullies think.
Kurt follows Blaine to his room before speaking, “You lied to me about Rachel.”
And Blaine stops midway in throwing his jacket onto the bed, “What-What are you talking about.”
“All that bullshit about awesome dates and you really liking her, why would you-
“I do really like her.”
“And I really like ponies but we’re not 7 anymore Blaine.” Kurt takes in a shaky breath, this one is for him. He repeats that in his mind. Happiness.
“If you blamed me for what Karofsky did to you I would understand why you would want to break up, but this? This half assed drama is-
and Kurt forgets what he wants to say because finally Blaine turns to look at him and the expression on his face is just so torn Kurt doesn’t understand what to do to make it better, to not make Blaine look like that anymore.
The jacket drops to the floor.
“Break up?” Blaine says and he still looks like he’s in a trance.
“So you do remember.” Kurt can’t believe himself, all this heartache, this drama, what was it all for?
“Is that what you really want?”
“Me?” Kurt doesn’t know if he should just punch Blaine, or slap him, hard, “This, this thing is all you. Pretending you don’t remember me, pretending you don’t remember you.” He points despite the hundreds of etiquette manuals that forbid him, as though that would help to express the gargantuan amount of things Blaine just conveniently pretending to forgot. Wanting, glances, moments, kisses, duets and the electrifying feel of their skin against each other.
“I’m sorry” Blaine blinks back tears and he just looks like a big baby crocodile with his furrowed eyebrows and pointed teeth (Kurt doesn’t get his baby animal analogies either)
“What are you sorry for Blaine?” Kurt wants to shout but he realized he doesn’t want to go through this for much longer. He just wants to know, then leave, then cry and then hopefully forget.
“Everything.”
“That you’re gay.” And Blaine looks like he’s been shocked into a trance a second time, a silent pleading gaze.
“I was ashamed.” And Kurt wished he hadn’t come here because this wasn’t giving him happiness, it was squeezing out every single opportunity he had left of it.
“I’ve heard enough.” Kurt had a hand on the knob when Blaine put his palm flat against the door, effectively trapping Kurt to the door and keeping the door shut.
“That I couldn’t do anything. When Karofsky came at us all I could do was fall before he could get at you.”
“He wouldn’t have come for me.” When it was about Kurt, Karofsky would never, it was almost like trust.
“Yeah I know but someone else would and I’d be able to do nothing.”
“And I’d be able to do something alone?” Kurt almost chuckles but then Blaine’s knuckles turn white against the door, “Fine Blaine we’ll go to the gym but that won’t solve why you are so very stupid.”
“I had forgotten.” Kurt turns around to face Blaine only so that Blaine can see the raised eyebrow, “In the hospital when I woke up I had no fucking clue of what was happening or who I was but it came back quite a while ago, everything did.” And Blaine looks at him both so meaningfully and so scared, “I thought somehow the world would be better if I had forgotten. Happier parents, lesser bullying, potential babies…” Blaine looks as though he’s trying to think of more upsides of this.
“Misery and a depressed Kurt.” Kurt finishes.
“It all became really half-assed, huh?” And its Blaine’s turn to chuckle.
“You so wanted me to know.”
“So that you could save me.”
“Ugh. Drama Queen.” And Blaine looks grateful which in turn leads to Kurt looking grateful.
They were together.
Oh bless the sap.
“Gay kiss?”
“Is this a form of the Tina and Mike Asian kiss thing?”
“Maybe…” He sounds a little sheepish.
“Not working.”
“Whatever.” And Blaine leans down to press his lips to Kurt.
Kurt agrees, labeled or no he’d kiss Blaine anyway, any day and definitely any time.
Pairing: Klaine
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~5200
Summary: When Blaine forgets having dated Kurt, when he forgets that integral part of himself that means he can love Kurt and is back on finding Rachel Berry the hottest thing on earth from that horrible drunken night all those months ago after a knock on the head from Karofsky, how is Kurt to remind Blaine of who he is?
Spoilers: All throughout S2, esp heavy on 2.14
Warnings: stalker!Kurt (Does this count as a hazard?)
Note: This would be the first fic I wrote for glee and the second one that I'm posting because of excessive amounts of nervousness and flailing in the general direction of my beta. It's just fanfiction so spare me if I don't make sense like you know...scientifically
Beta: alexxasick you're so wonderful, you read this twice for me. And you're the reason why this doesn't suck as much as it did when I had finished it after the first round.
When Blaine wakes up, he’s barely stirred and lifted the upper half of his body up from the bed before he falls back down again from the weight of a something that literally throws itself at him.
He’s groggy, like he’s been sleeping for days after getting wasted, except there isn’t a full-blown hangover that usually assists these wild nights but a dull pain like the hurt isn’t pounding inside but outside his head.
Blaine groans from the combination of confusion and the babbling, spazzing weight on top him and suddenly the weight retracts but just a little bit so Blaine can see his face through squints because it’s hard for his eyes to adjust to the light.
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” Kurt wheezes from on top of him and Blaine wonders what has him so damn excited, ambushing him on his bed and looking not sorry at all and still sitting on his torso.
“No, no but Kurt what are you doing here?” And Kurt adjusts himself on Blaine’s torso like he owns it before leaning forward with his hands pressed to the side of Blaine’s head. Blaine suddenly finds himself self conscious and a little bit awkward under the Kurt umbrella.
“Looking after you, of course.” And Kurt smirks at him and there are warning signals going off in Blaine’s head so he pushes Kurt’s chest lightly, “Okay Kurt get off.” And Kurt slides, literally slides off him and Blaine is a little freaked out.
Blaine groans again, not noticing the change of surroundings yet, as he grips into his hair and pulls and ouch! it felt like someone just broke a vase on top of his head and one of the splinters actually stuck there.
“Blaine you shouldn’t do that.” Kurt says as he gently plucks Blaine’s hands off his hair and pressed them on top of his chest, “I’m so glad you’re awake.” And there, Kurt does it again, acts sappy as he just holds Blaine’s hand and looks tender. Blaine flinches as he shakes Kurt’s hands off his.
And suddenly the door opens and Blaine’s mom walks in, enveloping him into a tight hug as she starts sobbing and his mind is in a whirr as she’s peeled off him only for his view to be replaced by a guy in a white coat. His mother stands behind the doctor and sort of flicks her fingers at him, like a wave, a shy hello and Blaine is confused because is mother is shy now while Kurt just sort of jumps onto him?
What was happening to the world…or this very, very bizarre dream.
“Okay son how do you feel?” The man asks and Blaine sort of notices the man in the coat again and doesn’t get what he’s doing as the guy plants a hand over his forehead. This had to be some sort of harassment, he just knew.
“Son?” He croaks. Is that his dad? So this was his mother’s lover or something and that’s why she’s shy. That makes sense only he doesn’t get where his real dad fits in the picture.
“Okay let’s check his blood pressure.” This mystery guy declares and in barges this woman with a blood pressure measuring machine like a scripted episode of “Days of Our Lives” except maybe less dramatic (but certainly more confusing) and then this woman wraps the cloth around his forearm and takes his blood pressure and says, “Normal, doctor” and things finally, finally start clicking in his head.
“Am I, am I in a hospital?” He asks unsure because the room he’s in, he realizes belatedly is not his, but that doesn’t mean it looks even remotely like a hospital. It’s freckled with bright bouquets in vases with Burberry coverings and numerous photos of him, New Directions, The Warblers and him and Kurt and there are wall hangings, not to mention a rug right where the doctor is standing. And he notices Kurt looking anxious in the distance and realizes that Kurt went all…well Kurt over his hospital room and for the first time since he’s woken up a warmth spreads in his chest like familiarity, like something in the world is right if Kurt is taking over people’s hospital rooms uninvited and going crazy with it even though Blaine really can’t place why he’s here in the first place and so he asks.
The doctor looks at him a little funny before he clears his throat, “Well you came in here with a concussion, been out for three days, ” and then he looks back at Kurt with a mixture of approval and disapproval before leaning in really close, “You’ve made one hell of a friend, never left.” Then he pauses again and looks around the room, he seems to stare at a little teddy holding a heart that says “Get well soon” before adding, “Other than to go shopping of course.” And Blaine smiles because he can imagine Kurt doing that, use his breaks from looking after Blaine to head to Burberry outlet only to grab stuff for Blaine.
His mother patted his head lightly careful to avoid the bandages as she left, probably to talk about some formalities with the doctor now that he was awake, with a defeated expression at Kurt’s direction and Blaine gets why she was so careful…she was just scared for him and yeah that makes sense too and Blaine is just a bit more relaxed before he realizes Kurt is still there, far away but expectant, wary and hesitating on returning to his side. He feels a little guilty at the rough treatment he gave Kurt when he had just woken up and uses the opportunity when he’s left alone with Kurt to apologize and so he calls him, softly like letting him no that was wasn’t angry anymore or confused (at least not entirely) either.
Kurt moves, no surges forward when Blaine calls him and he cups his face in his hands when Blaine apologizes and there he goes again looking all tender and as though he’s treasuring Blaine like he’s precious. And Blaine feels disconcerted.
“Oh Blaine, I deserved that, this is all my fault I was just- Blaine I-
And the room is suddenly invaded by a hoard of happy, excited teens and Blaine is surrounding, barricaded in by the New Directions hugging him from all directions. Once their excitement dies down a little he sees Mr. Schuester at the door and he nods his greeting at him. It’s all making him a little emotional and he feels embarrassed at being so chocked up that he can’t really speak.
“Well the doctor said you would be released today.” Mr. Schue announces to be immediately followed by loud cheers, “We are eager for your return. The chairs in the choir room are really lonely without you jumping onto them.”
And before Blaine has the opportunity to say, to express how he feels by bursting out in tears (though he still doesn’t really get how he ended up this way) Rachel clears up her throat and produces a cd player from somewhere, “I thought after all this, it is appropriate to welcome Blaine back into this world with song, a song by me of course. After all this I can say that you mighty well deserved it.”
And Blaine realizes Rachel is still Rachel too, and that brightens up his day a lot especially when she starts singing…for him.
The way she belts out the song like she’s the one victimized (was that what happened to him? Was he victimized somehow?) And that she’s the one who needs the hugs and the pats on the back and the reassuring glances (though what he really needed was some information) and the completely self obsessed way that she presumes a welcoming back (from what?) gift would be a few minutes of her voice (and after a few months in New Directions that wasn’t really a novelty anymore) was kind of…endearing.
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“What happened to him?” Kurt demands frantic, not caring that his mousse gave way causing a few strands of his hair to uncharacteristically stray over his forehead.
The doctor looks a little perplexed at the agitated boy before deciding he’d be safer addressing the issue to the mother.
“It seems like…Blaine has forgotten a few things.”
His aversion of Kurt doesn’t work too well for him as Kurt slams down on his desk, “LIKE WHAT?”
“Well for starters…”And then he realizes that he’s made a huge mistake because while Blaine may have forgotten numerous things no one realizes at the moment, the one and most obvious one (and hence all the agitation) is that Blaine had forgotten dating Kurt.
“For starters?” Kurt presses looking like he’s on the verge of biting the doctor’s head off and so he stops makes a meaningful expression before covering up, “That’s what you’ll have to find out.” And Kurt’s whole body jerks like he imploded before he suddenly falls onto the empty chair beside Blaine’s mother and starts crying. The doctor doesn’t know what to do as he pushes the tissue box at Kurt and he proceeds to finish it. Even though he’s just refilled it yesterday, the doctor is relieved just to have that accusing glare off his face.
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Kurt looks like he’s aged ten years in the two days that they’ve determined Blaine’s definitely forgotten dating him. (The intense night repair cream has also been neglected in those two days, not that anyone has ever made connections) The doctor told them that it would be putting too much pressure on Blaine to thrust all that he’s forgotten (he still refused to address as to what they were) on him as fact and expecting him to remember.
So things like surprise visits to Blaine’s house or suddenly pulling him by the wrist to just plant one on him because he can is forbidden because he really can’t do them. To Kurt it’s like someone’s told him to stop being gay and its really difficult not to give in to temptation and just hope that Blaine would have renewed interest in him. But Kurt starts reading into the way Blaine flinches when their fingers brush or when he gets really close how Blaine seems to retract, how Blaine prefers staying downstairs to watch football with Finn rather than join him upstairs to talk about an inspiring musical of Kurt’s choice (and then just be inspired by Kurt because that always seemed to make Blaine make a move on him)
On the third day though, Kurt expires, not literally but the Blaine caused aging (and cream neglecting) comes to an abrupt end because even though he could, with much difficulty, deal with Blaine not remembering their tender moments there was just an unbearable, indescribable pain at catching Blaine in McKinley’s choir room lean down to kiss Rachel Berry.
Kurt hadn’t known that Blaine had been reverted back to the time when he was questioning his sexuality. It’s not like it was easy to hear Blaine tell him he wanted to give Rachel a chance after a night of drunken kissing whereas he’d never had till acknowledged that Kurt had almost confessed, hiding that incident behind a mask of friendship. But at least, it hadn’t lasted long. And although the memory of Blaine and Rachel both old and new had his heart clenching but there was a part of Kurt, the part that stood proud at the Prom Queen coronation, that had confidence in his boyfriend, that he’d see reason and he’d come back to him because hadn’t they really connected in the past few months? You can’t just lose feelings with a bump on the head even though you may forget them.
Since they’ve already seen the result of this before Kurt sobered his worried heart and went through the day. Hopefully and soon Blaine will call him and tell him what happened, that was what Blaine would do before and Kurt knew he hadn’t forgotten being friends and soon enough his phone started ringing, he picked it up excitedly and there was a breathless Blaine on the other side, “Kurt you’ve got to help me!”
And Kurt couldn’t help the small smile, to be honest it was Blaine who had held his hand and led him down this path he had chosen and to be given an opportunity to do the same for Blaine was an honour.
“Sure, when can you come over?”
“Oh can I?” And the grateful plead was back, the one he used when Kurt would allow Blaine to do something particularly risqué.
“Anytime.” And honestly Kurt was a little breathless himself. It’s been almost a week since Karofsky had hit Blaine on the head, which had sent all this into motion and Kurt was no longer used to being this lonely (especially since the solution to all this pain was right there).
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“So you’re sure she likes Breadstix?” Blaine asked excited, “And her favourite colour? What’s her favourite colour?”
Blaine twirled a little as he picked the shirt he’d picked out for his date. Kurt looked on un-amused. How can this boy not suspect he’s gay? He spent the last half hour contemplating the colour combinations of his vest and button down. Kurt had half a mind to tell Blaine that Finn (or any straight guy for that matter) wouldn’t know the difference between Cherry Red and Crimson. In fact Rachel wouldn’t either. Her natural feminine tendencies would help her distinguish between Dark Orange and Brick Red but Kurt suspected (especially from all that junk she seems to wear) that even half of Blaine’s concerns would apply to Rachel.
“Kurt you’re a sweetheart.” Blaine says and reaches down to hug Kurt and want slams into Kurt, he wants to hold on, clench fingers into Blaine’s shirt to take pleasure in the crumples in the immaculate perfection which is usually the state of Blaine’s clothes (not to mention a little boring) but then he’s irritated because straight guys don’t do that either.
What with leading the Warblers all the time and helping Kurt out with all the issues with his sexuality Kurt had never noticed what an utter dunderhead Blaine is, masking his obliviousness with big dorky smiles and sweet, caring words.
When Kurt’s hopes had been crushed with a starry-eyed Blaine barging into his house, Rachel Berry’s name on repeat on his lips, he had gone from a phase of utter disappointment, sadness to anger and finally irritation (add a pinch of hurt to all that and you get Kurt Hummel’s feelings at boyfriend Blaine’s stupid infatuations)
The better part of Blaine’s mostly monologue on what to wear and what to do Kurt had spent contemplating on how to kill that boyfriend snatcher Rachel Berry, if she brings up the hope of Eurasian babies once again, he would go for poison, some horrible organ eating poison for that horrible, selfish person.
At least when Blaine dumps her over-ambitious ass it will be all the more sweeter but he looks at the crooning, giddy Blaine and suddenly is afraid that might not happen. Kurt shakes his head to get rid of the thought.
“No? So you think it’s better if I do kiss her after the first date?”
What? Where had Blaine been taking this conversation?
“You might as well, you’ve planted one on her enough times.” And Blaine retracts a little, “Kurt?”
And Kurt rubs his head, how the hell does he cover that up? ‘you’ve been there and done Rachel?” or “I was shamelessly staring at you when you went all up on her”
“Are you feeling okay?” Blaine asks instead and Kurt grabs the chance.
“Hm…my head does feel a little heavy, maybe we should call it a day.” He smiles at Blaine trying his best to keep the constipation out and he gets a pat on his shoulder before Blaine is out the door.
Kurt slumps down into his seat a bit before he lets the rage build up. It feels like he’ll break his phone as he presses the buttons to Rachel’s number. Kurt doesn’t even wait for the hello after the click.
“RACHEL BERRY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BOYRFRIEND?”
“Kurt I can explain-
“Dude you won’t believe what I just saw!” Finn barges into the room panting, “Blaine was with Rachel!”
Kurt’s eyebrows furrow in understanding, “You CAN’T be serious” He barks into the phone.
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“You better not turn back from what you said.” Kurt glares at Rachel in her knee-length skirt, plaid top and the stylish red hard leather bag slung from her hand. He had thrust that bag into her hand because she was in the middle of a mall, surrounding by high-end fashion but dressed like…well like that
“Yeah, yeah I’m in love with Finn and the only reason I let Blaine kiss me was because I knew he was peeking from behind the piano.” She shakes him off but Kurt can’t trust her which is why his bag is equipped with a binocular and a loud horn for distraction purposes. Kurt almost steps out from behind the pillar with Rachel only to be stopped.
“My date!” She shout-whispers and Kurt glares at her much the same he does whenever she steals a solo from him. Kurt fishes out his binocular as Rachel struts up to Blaine waiting in front of the statue of naked lady with a violin (which he always found a tacky addition as mall decoration) and cringes when Blaine leans down to peck her, Rachel turns her head in time so that it lands on her cheek. As Blaine walks away she turns with a cheerful smile at Kurt, as though her head turn away from Blaine’s kiss is a reason for Kurt to trust her.
Yeah right.
And just as he’s about to discreetly follow them there’s heavy footsteps behind him and he turns to find a tall and particularly indiscreet jock panting behind him.
“Finn, what the hell are you doing?”
“Same as what you are.”
“To keep an eye on my boyfriend?”
“Yeah…” Finn puckers his lips a little confused, “I think.”
“Oh that you never do.” Kurt rolls his eyes and goes back to his trailing when he’s stopped.
“Dude how are you letting this happen? I mean sure Blaine doesn’t remember but you guys didn’t break up so he’s technically your boyfriend still.”
“And hence the keeping watch, Finn.” Kurt would roll his eyes again but usually when he’s with Finn such opportunities come so often that his eyes start hurting.
“But this counts as cheating, why would you let this date happen in the first place?” Finn seems to get agitated; the next thing that comes out of his mouth would be accompanied by a shove Kurt can tell.
“What’s your angle?” Kurt narrows his eyes to look just as much threatening as Finn does.
Finn stutters a bit, retracting from his threatening position, “Look he’s your boyfriend, yours you should…fine…Rachel is totally hot. DUDE, the guy is GAY! How does she do that? Wind up a gay dude?!”
Kurt really does roll his eyes this time. So typical.
“I thought Rachel was in love with you.” Kurt answers flippant and Finn flinches from the memory of the things that got in between them.
“Quinn and ambitions.” Finn sighs and Kurt can’t help but mumble ‘at least her reason makes sense’
“What?”
“What?” Kurt plays dumb, “Oh now I lost them!” He throws his hands up in exasperation.
“You’re much better than this.” Finn sighs and Kurt is offended as Finn plucks the binocular out of his hands with a roll of his own eyes.
“That’s what you think.” Kurt grumbles as Finn grabs his arm and turns him around to the other direction from where Blaine and Rachel had headed.
“Come on, let’s have a man--ly brother dinner.”
“Asshole.”
“You’re the first guy to ever say that to me.” Finn actually sounds accomplished and Kurt holds back yet another one of those numerous eye rolls about to present themselves to him as the evening unfolded.
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“The date was fabulous.” Blaine exclaims arms flailing into the air as he plops back onto Kurt’s bed.
Kurt’s lips are set in a thin line, “Oh?” He tries to sound as unenthusiastic as possible because he’s not really into the whole boyfriend turned best friend gig that Blaine seems to have going on with him.
“And did you kiss?”
“Yes.” And Blaine looks just as much love struck as he did when he had first said ‘I love you’ to Kurt in that coffee shop.
“Guess there is no reason for me to ask you how that went.” Kurt says with a grimace.
“In any case. I. Am. Speechless.” And every punctuated word drives through Kurt’s heart like a stake. He just can’t believe this outcome and suddenly it somehow sinks in that, this is it, he’s lost him. He’s really lost the love of his life to a knock on the head.
Kurt was a romantic, he knew that but he still couldn’t help but feel that they were connected. That the bond between him and Blaine would never be lost, no matter how many bullies and punches got in between them. He wanted to blame Rachel, he really did, her determined face as she said “Trust me” before that date was sending prickles through his spine, he wanted to capture that face of Rachel’s on a picture frame and throw (deadly, poisoned) darts at it.
But that wouldn’t help. If it wasn’t Rachel, it would be someone else and he couldn’t hate all the people in the world that Blaine loved and he looked at the boy stretched out on his bed as though it was the one last intimate moment he allowed himself before he stepped up to him and sat beside him.
He let out a shaky breathe hoping that Blaine wouldn’t notice the tremble in his voice, “That’s great.”
And Blaine shoots up to face Kurt his hands come to grip Kurt’s shoulders, “Really?”
Kurt smiles, his face becomes tomato red from the effort to not cry, “Yes.”
“I knew you would be happy for me Kurt!” Blaine says as he pulls Kurt into a hug. And Kurt hugs back forgetting to get annoyed that straight boys don’t really do stuff like that.
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“You sure you’re okay, Kurt?” Rachel actually manages to notice that something is up with Kurt in between her passionate bursts of ‘How I Will End Up in Broadway Eventually or Otherwise.”
“I’m fine.” Kurt says in a breathy voice. It’s obvious that he isn’t fine and usually Rachel wouldn’t pry but her only audience was straying and Rachel knew how to value her audience. She stops him midway as he’s about to sidestep her for homeroom. “Kurt, tell me what’s wrong.”
“Look, if you and my ex (he shudders horribly at that) boyfriend want to be together you have my blessings, just don’t expect me to be happy while I’m giving it.” Kurt produces the driest smile he could muster.
“Together? What the hell are you talking about? The second date was just as amazing and even more platonic then the first one, the answer is still the same Kurt. He’s so totally gay and if you ask me, so totally in love with you.”
“Really?” Kurt looks hopeful of course he doesn’t divulge the information Blaine gave him. That would only spur Rachel on. If she felt nothing, well one more paw off Blaine and who was he kidding, as if he wanted to sit back and give blessings while someone else claimed Blaine.
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“So Blaine, meet with Rachel recently?” Kurt couldn’t help but call Blaine and ask him. He was stupid so very utterly stupid but he hoped non-the less that maybe that this whole thing with Rachel was not one-sided but a lie. Though it was beyond Kurt to comprehend why Blaine would lie to him.
But optimism makes the world go around (what’s love without hope right? So really it should be the way he sees it)
“Yeah. Yeah. Just the day before yesterday.”
“Funny she was here from after school till dinner practicing her duet with Finn just the day before yesterday.”
“Oh…oh. I must have gotten the dates wrong.” Blaine sounds like it’s nothing.
“So what did you do?” Kurt knew that it would be harder for Blaine to come up with a made up date when he was already so shaken.
“You know…stuff.”
“Stuff?” And he didn’t bother hiding the skepticism, in fact he exaggerated it, hiding some of his own nervousness because he was lying straight through his teeth too, Rachel hasn’t been to their house since she had dated Finn.
“Uh..uh…Kurt. I-I think that’s my mom calling. Talk to you later, okay?”
So Blaine really was lying. Kurt didn’t think too much about what the truth would be. Maybe Blaine simply didn’t love him anymore, but finding that out would be better than this.
Not knowing.
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Kurt doesn’t mean to follow Blaine but somehow skipping last class to come out to Dalton seemed like a huge waste once he saw what a lack of privacy this school had. Identical uniforms swarming about like they had a mind of its own. Somehow talking to Blaine here would feel like talking to the whole school so he waits till Blaine makes way to his jeep. He couldn’t help but glance a peek at Blaine so composed and beautiful in his (yes monotonous but oh so immaculate) uniform before deciding its best to head over to his house and corner him there.
Kurt waits 10 minutes after Blaine disappears through the front door before ringing the bell. He had wanted to wait more but the anticipation just bubbled inside of him until it was threatening to pop and he felt himself lose his cool as each second passed in that agitated state.
To his surprise the one opening the door is Blaine himself.
“Kurt?”
And he’s still wearing that damn uniform. Sometimes Kurt wonders if it’s a part of his body.
“Hello Blaine.” He starts and has half a mind to turn this into a casual visit rather than a confrontation.
“Come in.” And Blaine flashes him one of his huge grins and Kurt has an urge to just melt right there so Blaine would come forward and hold him and its as if it hits him just then how much he wants Blaine’s arms around him.
Strong and secure.
Kurt just doesn’t feel safe without Blaine anymore and it’s annoying and maybe he’s depending too much on another person whereas he’s always been alone on this path. But happiness, yeah that’s the only thing that he’s never had when he was alone. Without Blaine he isn’t happy and that’s why he’s here because he deserves to be happy no matter what Karofsky or those other bullies think.
Kurt follows Blaine to his room before speaking, “You lied to me about Rachel.”
And Blaine stops midway in throwing his jacket onto the bed, “What-What are you talking about.”
“All that bullshit about awesome dates and you really liking her, why would you-
“I do really like her.”
“And I really like ponies but we’re not 7 anymore Blaine.” Kurt takes in a shaky breath, this one is for him. He repeats that in his mind. Happiness.
“If you blamed me for what Karofsky did to you I would understand why you would want to break up, but this? This half assed drama is-
and Kurt forgets what he wants to say because finally Blaine turns to look at him and the expression on his face is just so torn Kurt doesn’t understand what to do to make it better, to not make Blaine look like that anymore.
The jacket drops to the floor.
“Break up?” Blaine says and he still looks like he’s in a trance.
“So you do remember.” Kurt can’t believe himself, all this heartache, this drama, what was it all for?
“Is that what you really want?”
“Me?” Kurt doesn’t know if he should just punch Blaine, or slap him, hard, “This, this thing is all you. Pretending you don’t remember me, pretending you don’t remember you.” He points despite the hundreds of etiquette manuals that forbid him, as though that would help to express the gargantuan amount of things Blaine just conveniently pretending to forgot. Wanting, glances, moments, kisses, duets and the electrifying feel of their skin against each other.
“I’m sorry” Blaine blinks back tears and he just looks like a big baby crocodile with his furrowed eyebrows and pointed teeth (Kurt doesn’t get his baby animal analogies either)
“What are you sorry for Blaine?” Kurt wants to shout but he realized he doesn’t want to go through this for much longer. He just wants to know, then leave, then cry and then hopefully forget.
“Everything.”
“That you’re gay.” And Blaine looks like he’s been shocked into a trance a second time, a silent pleading gaze.
“I was ashamed.” And Kurt wished he hadn’t come here because this wasn’t giving him happiness, it was squeezing out every single opportunity he had left of it.
“I’ve heard enough.” Kurt had a hand on the knob when Blaine put his palm flat against the door, effectively trapping Kurt to the door and keeping the door shut.
“That I couldn’t do anything. When Karofsky came at us all I could do was fall before he could get at you.”
“He wouldn’t have come for me.” When it was about Kurt, Karofsky would never, it was almost like trust.
“Yeah I know but someone else would and I’d be able to do nothing.”
“And I’d be able to do something alone?” Kurt almost chuckles but then Blaine’s knuckles turn white against the door, “Fine Blaine we’ll go to the gym but that won’t solve why you are so very stupid.”
“I had forgotten.” Kurt turns around to face Blaine only so that Blaine can see the raised eyebrow, “In the hospital when I woke up I had no fucking clue of what was happening or who I was but it came back quite a while ago, everything did.” And Blaine looks at him both so meaningfully and so scared, “I thought somehow the world would be better if I had forgotten. Happier parents, lesser bullying, potential babies…” Blaine looks as though he’s trying to think of more upsides of this.
“Misery and a depressed Kurt.” Kurt finishes.
“It all became really half-assed, huh?” And its Blaine’s turn to chuckle.
“You so wanted me to know.”
“So that you could save me.”
“Ugh. Drama Queen.” And Blaine looks grateful which in turn leads to Kurt looking grateful.
They were together.
Oh bless the sap.
“Gay kiss?”
“Is this a form of the Tina and Mike Asian kiss thing?”
“Maybe…” He sounds a little sheepish.
“Not working.”
“Whatever.” And Blaine leans down to press his lips to Kurt.
Kurt agrees, labeled or no he’d kiss Blaine anyway, any day and definitely any time.