forget your troubles, happy days are here again / you better chase all your troubles away

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So here's what you missed on Glee:

After getting slushied in the face for years and dealing with Karofsky's bullying, Kurt's decided to take a few defense lessons from the Black Widow herself - ( "I... just wanted to say thank you, again, for letting me participate in this course, and how much I'm looking forward to future lessons. You kind of blew

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One thing needs to be made clear: Kurt has not, in any way, tampered with the assignments for Assassins. It wouldn't be fair for him to be the one to draw up all of the matches, being a participant himself, and selfishly, he does want to play- it's his birthday, his party, and one of his favorite games, period. The fact that his target has one Maxxie Oliver in spite of a blind draw just happens to be the icing on the cake

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It feels like there aren't expectations, until suddenly they all come falling down, brick by brick. In the grand scheme of things, this matters very little. (It isn't even his first kiss, a voice in his head reminds him; Karofsky took that, and that didn't pan out in the right way, either.) They've only just gotten to know each other. Kurt knows plenty of guys at McKinley who jump around from girl to girl; there's no reason to assume that orientation would change those numbers. Now, it's the discomfort that comes across more clear than anything else. The fact that the night air is slightly humid still, that the shoulder of his blazer is chafing, that the right side of his left sock is wet from where he ran through tall grass

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He tries. He really does try to call after Kurt. His mouth opens but no words come out because... Well, what could he say? Explaining about Marshall would only make things worst, make Maxxie look more like an ass and maybe make Kurt feel irrationally guilty. Justifying some other way, claiming he isn't ready for a relationship as he would have said months ago, would be awkward as well. He can't take it back and ask Kurt out on a date anyway.

No, he's just got to deal with the fact that he has royally fucked up everything.

Maxxie watches Kurt walk away, too brisk, back too straight, and looks just as crestfallen as he feels. Feeling a heel, he takes his time retrieving his jacket, not wanting to go back into the party looking like the miserable clod he is.