Author's Notes: Words were flying through Kurt’s head at a thousand miles a minute. The first week was almost over and Blaine was surprisingly acing everything. But of course, the role of the Phantom wasn’t that hard to remember as compared to Connor who was playing Raoul; but Blaine was playing the Phantom who had a lot of personality to him. Kurt tried to focus as the cast began moving through the first couple of scenes, but all he could think about was the other day at Blaine’s.
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“Oh god…” Kurt said, watching Blaine’s retreating back as he stepped into the apartment.
“Kurt, do you remember what you were wearing yesterday?” Blaine called from the bedroom.
Kurt just snorted in response, “As if you don’t know which clothes are mine!” He found his shoes by the door and kicked off Blaine’s before walking deeper into the apartment.
“I don’t wear skinny jeans, but our shirts could almost be identical!”
Kurt laughed and continued walking through the apartment and into the living room, finding a comfy spot on the couch. He looked over at the coffee table and began surveying the pictures. All of them were pictures from their high school days, one of his personal favourites (after winning Nationals in Senior Year) where he and Blaine were holding the trophy together. They looked so happy; who knew that a year later Kurt would break everything holding them together.
He stood up from the couch and made his way to the electric fire place; on it were a few more pictures. Some were from Blaine’s childhood, but the one that made him question everything was the one of Blaine and someone he didn’t recognize. Of course there were other people in the picture, all of them were holding their U of NY certificates and smiling. But Blaine had his arm wrapped around the other man’s waist, and the man (who was actually shorter than Blaine) was staring at Blaine with what could only be described as love in his eyes.
“His name is Mark.”
Kurt quickly put the picture back down and swirled around to face Blaine, his face turning a bright pink, “I- uh…”
“Don’t worry, it’s just a picture.” Blaine said, flopping himself down on the couch.
“I wasn’t going to say anything.” Kurt bluffed, pretending to be extremely interested in a piece of invisible dust that seemed to have plagued the shirt he was wearing.
Blaine laughed, “Whatever you say. If you want to change before you leave; I laid your stuff in the bathroom. Just drop my clothes in the laundry basket when your done.”
Kurt nodded and walked into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and carefully took Blaine’s clothes off and putting them in the hamper. He went to put his own shirt and pants on until something sparkled in the corner of his eyes. His heart felt was going to leap out of his chest and he grabbed it from the shelf he had found it on. “Oh my god,” Kurt whispered.
In his hand was a promise ring. The very promise ring that Blaine had given to Kurt when they moved to New York together; the very ring that Kurt gave back when he had ended their relationship. It still sparkled in the light of the beauty lights, and felt smooth in his hand. He raised it to his eye level and look at it closely. The door shot open and Blaine walked right on in, “What’s taking you so long?”
“Oh my god Blaine, I’m not wearing any clothes!” Kurt exclaimed, quickly turning around from Blaine, holding the ring in his hand, make his fist into a ball.
“You don’t have to be ashamed of your body Kurt, it’s not like I haven’t seen it before.” Blaine said, grabbing Kurt in a hug, “You’re beautiful.”
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Kurt twirled the ring in his hand. He hadn’t let it out of his grasp for the past week and he was starting to wonder if Blaine even realized it was gone; or if he had deliberately placed it there knowing that Kurt would take it?
As everyone began wrapping up what they were doing he quickly walked back stage to talk to some of the stage crew when he felt someone creep up behind him, “I swear to god Connor, if you even dare to jump on me again I will castrate you without a moment’s hesitation.”
He heard a soft chuckle and a voice reply, “Good to know. But I was wondering something else if you don’t mind.”
Kurt whipped himself around and jumped on the person with glee, “Jason!”
“Long time no see.” Kurt said, his voice shivering with excitement.
“It really has been, hasn’t it?” Jason stated, pulling Kurt into his embrace. Kurt sighed into the embrace; it was like all his current woes meant nothing as he held onto the one thing stable in his life.
He looked up, “Does Rachel know you’re here?’
Jason laughed awkwardly, “I was planning on surprising here.”
“Hey Kurt I- oh, hi there.” Blaine said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he realized he had just walked in on an intimate moment between the two.
Kurt sighed and let go of Jason, “What is it Blaine?”
“Oh, I was just, uh, wondering if you had noticed something on the bathroom counter the other day and if you saw where it went to?” Blaine asked, watching the two very tall boys in front of him.
Kurt instantly went back to twirling the ring that was in his pants pocket, it suddenly felt like lead weighing him down, “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
“Well, okay. Just thought I should ask. Nice meeting you…” Blaine stopped.
“Jason. His name is Jason.” Kurt said, “And Jason, has something extremely important to do at my house.”
“Oh Kurt, I love it when your assertive.” Jason winked at Blaine before a bright red Kurt scurried him away from a speechless Blaine.
Once they were finally outside and heading towards Kurt’s apartment, Kurt finally exploded, “What the hell Jason!”
“So that was Blaine huh?” Jason laughed and wrapped his arm around Kurt’s waist. Kurt, who was already used to Jason being affectionate and just shrugged him off and continued walking, “He’s cute.”
“Shut up,” Kurt groaned, shoving his hands deep in his pockets.
“After all this time?” Jason asked, wiggling his eyebrows at a stunned Kurt.
“We are NOT using Harry Potter quotes in this conversation. End of story.” Kurt said.
Jason laughed as they approached Kurt’s building, “So what are his intentions then?”
“What are you talking about?” Kurt asked, turning towards Jason.
“Even better, what are his intentions?
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Blaine kicked open his apartment door and slammed it shut behind him, flinging his bag into wall and stomping throughout it. Who was this Jason, and why did he have the privilege of hugging a completely sober Kurt? What made him so god damn special that he could hold Kurt close to his arms?
He moved into his bedroom and flung himself at his laptop, he needed to talk to someone; anyone, about his current predicament. Somebody that would understand him; someone who would listen to him cry. Mark.
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“I can’t believe you didn’t call me back you complete ass-shat!” Rachel cried out, grabbing Jason and holding him in her arms, not wanting to let go.
“So I take that as a ‘oh my gosh I missed you so much’.” Jason said in his best Rachel impression, laughing as Kurt hit him upside the back of his head.
“You’ve been in England for the past year and my only form of contact with you was email! Do you know what that’s done to me?” Rachel cried out, “I haven’t seen my fianc� in a year, what if you had been cheating on me?”
Kurt gasped, “Jason would never cheat on you Rachel!”
“I know… it’s just, I’ve been so lonely without you Jace.” Rachel said, holding on to Jason with all her might.
“I love you Rachel, and this last year has been hell for me. But now I’m back, and I still love you more than ever.” Jason said, kissing the top of Rachel’s head.
“Good.”
“Now moving on from that,” Jason let go of Rachel and turned to Kurt, “Who’s this Blaine character you seem to be in love with?”
“Jason!” Kurt exclaimed.
“Kurt!” Rachel yelled, “You said nothing happened!”
“Nothing did happen Rachel, I promise you that.” Kurt explained, sitting himself on a bar stool at the island.
“Then what’s up with that ring you’ve been fiddling with in your pocket?” Jason asked, he slipped his hand in Kurt’s pocket and grabbed the ring from Kurt’s grasp.
“JASON!” Kurt yelled, jumping up.
“Oh my god Kurt, why do you still have that?” Rachel asked, grabbing the ring from Jason and examining it.
“I just acquired it the other day. I got it from Blaine’s bathroom.” Kurt muttered.
“His bathroom? Why were you in his bathroom?” Jason asked.
Kurt felt his face flush, “I was wearing his clothes and I needed to change into mine.”
“You were wearing his clothes?!” Rachel exclaimed, nearly dropping the ring to the ground and watching as Kurt took it from her fingers.
“It’s not what you think. I threw on the wrong clothes after getting drunk; apparently I decided I’d be much comfier sleeping in his bed if I wasn’t wearing any clothes.” Kurt tried to explain.
“You were sleeping in his bed? Oh my god Kurt, you’re just throwing yourself around aren’t you?” Jason teased.
“I would never. Ever. Throw myself around. My father taught me better than that.” Kurt glared at them before walking down the hall towards his room, “Now could you all just piss off?”