“Wow,” Kurt said, pulling away from Blaine who was still holding him close.
Blaine chuckled and finally let go of the young man before him; rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “Yeah, wow.”
Kurt looked towards the ground; he didn’t want to look into Blaine’s eyes. He didn’t know if he could handle Blaine dilated pupils, “Look, Blaine-.”
“Kurt, what’s happening between us?” Blaine asked; he raised his hand to Kurt’s jawbone, bringing their faces closer together. He could feel Kurt’s lips ghosting close to his.
Kurt tore away from Blaine’s arms and started walking, “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Kurt! Kurt!”
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Kurt walked into his apartment and slammed the door behind him. He didn’t know what to think anymore, this was supposed to be better for the both of them; wasn’t it? He flung himself onto the couch and began calling out, “Rachel! Rachel, where are you? I need you right now!”
Jason emerged from the kitchen and looked at Kurt’s sprawled out form on the couch, “She went for an audition. Dude, are you okay?”
Kurt looked up at Jason critically, “You’ll never believe what just happened to me?”
“Am I supposed to guess, or are you just going to tell me?” Jason asked, making Kurt scoot over on the couch so he could sit down.
“I don’t even think I should tell anyone.” Kurt muttered into the pair of hands he now had on his face, “You won’t judge me for it, will you?”
“When have I ever judged you, Kurt-?” Jason looked over at Kurt, “never mind, let’s just not go there. Just tell Uncle Jason what happened.”
Kurt sighed and sat up, “Blaine kissed me.”
Beat.
“Excuse me?” Jason asked, turning his body fully towards Kurt, “Did you reciprocate?”
“Uh, yeah I did.”
“Rachel is going to kill you.” Jason confirmed.
Kurt groaned and went back into his laying position on the couch, “She is going to cut off my dick, and serve it to me on a silver platter.”
Jason laughed, “That she will.”
There was some silence as the two boys just sat there in silence. Kurt was thinking about everything that had happened to lately; the fact that Blaine was suddenly in his life again. Blaine actually wanted to be in his life again for no other reason than wanting to be there, even though he tried to force him out five years ago. He curled in on himself and sighed. Jason cut into the silence with a question that Kurt never thought he would need to answer to anyone, “So, did you enjoy the kiss?
He looked up from his spot and at Jason who was sitting there a little awkwardly, “Yeah,” he smiled, “I did.”
Jason smiled back at Kurt before standing up and started making his way into the kitchen, “Then I don’t think Rachel will have a problem.”
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“Kurt! Kurt!” Blaine yelled out after the pale man who had taken off in the other direction and out of the theatre. He groaned and ran his hand through the mop of curls on his head, the only thing that could soothe him when he was depressed.
He couldn’t believe that Mark had shown Kurt that email; Kurt must think he was a complete idiot now.
“God, there was enough sexual tension there to cut a brick shit house.”
Blaine looked up to see Connor walking towards him, “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
Connor snorted and stopped once he was in front of Blaine, “Shut up Anderson, I saw the kiss; which means I also saw him run away from you. Kurt doesn’t want anything to do with you, and from what I’ve heard between Kurt and Mark; Mark doesn’t want Kurt around you either.”
“That’s retarded.” Blaine snapped.
“I think you might need to begin seeing past the good in everyone and realize that not everyone wants the best for you, Blaine.” Connor snapped back, “I may not use the same means as Mark, but I don’t like you either.”
Blaine gaped at Connor who instantly put his smile back on. Connor began saying, “See you at the bar tonight, Blaine. Kurt is going to be there. You can invite Mark if you’d like.”
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Kurt invited Rachel and Jason to the bar that night so he wouldn’t have to deal with the cast on his own. Particularly bringing Jason as protection from Blaine for the entire night; Rachel was none the wiser and just wanted a night where she could let away all her troubles.
Once they arrived Kurt instantly regretted it. He saw Blaine out on the dance floor with Mark. The email flickered through his mind, remembering what was in it. The thing that stood out to him the most was when Blaine had actually expressed his worries of Jason (the thought made Kurt gag; anyone who had contact with Rachel’s mouth was instantly crossed off his list). It made him smile at the fact that Blaine was jealous over something that wouldn’t happen in a million years, but he could see why he would think that way.
He waved Jason and Rachel off before heading over to the bar, wanting to avoid the dance floor as much as he could. He ordered himself a rum and coke from the very attractive bartender; downing the drink as fast as he could just so he could feel the slick burn of the alcohol going down his throat. Kurt could get as drunk as he wanted that night; there was no rehearsal in the morning so he didn’t have to worry about the massive hangover that would usually accompany his night outs.
“Kurt,” a voice yelled over the thumping of the music as he started on his second drink. He turned around and proceeded to spit out his drink as Blaine made his way towards him. He looked around for an exit but couldn’t find any, so he just turned around and continued to down his drink.
“I know you saw me.” A voice whispered into his ear, he felt the ghost of Blaine’s lip on his earlobe and he pulled away.
“Oh my, Blaine!” He exclaimed, sputtering his drink in different directions; pulling away from Blaine and glaring at him.
Blaine just laughed and sat on the stool beside him, “I think we need to talk, Kurt.”
“Whatever would we need to talk about?” Kurt asked, not looking in Blaine’s direction anymore.
“The ki-.”
“Oh hey, it looks like Connor needs to talk to me!” Kurt leaped off his stool and practically ran towards Connor, leaving a surprised Blaine in his wake.
Blaine felt his heart sink when Kurt ran away to be with Connor. At least now he knew who he should really be worried about; just thinking back about how he was jealous of Jason made him scoff at the idea, now watching Jason and Rachel snuggling on one of the bars many couches. He ran a hand through his hair before ordering two drinks from the bar tender.
He slowly made his way over to where Kurt and Connor were shamelessly flirting before his eyes. As he got closer, he plastered on one of his puppy dog smiles and went to offer the drink towards Kurt. Instead, Mark appeared in front of him and grabbed the drink, “Thanks man, I was getting parched.”
“Oh, uh yeah,” Blaine said; Kurt took one look at Mark before catching Blaine’s eye. He raised an eyebrow before turning back to Connor. Blaine cursed under his breath as he felt Mark drag him towards the dance floor.
“Come on, Blaine. I came in to New York just to hang out with you. Is it selfish of me to want your undivided attention?” Mark asked giddily, obviously the alcohol was getting to him.
“Sorry, Mark; my head is just somewhere else.” Blaine said, still watching Kurt from across the dance floor.
Mark grabbed Blaine’s face and turned it to look at him, “He broke your heart, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember.”
“And I had to pick up the pieces.”
“Yeah, you did.”
Mark sighed, “Please don’t let him do that to you again. I don’t think I could be around to do it all over again.”
Blaine finally focused on what Mark was saying to him. He finally realized what Mark was trying to say to him, “Listen, Mark, I-.”
He was cut off by Mark trying to make a move on him. Blaine fended off the short man in front of him, holding onto his shoulders to make sure that Mark’s lips didn’t come near his, “Please, Blaine, just once.”
“No.”
“Just one kiss, it’ll be fine!”
“I said no, Mark.”
“Blaine-.”
“I believe he said no!” A much higher voice than either of the two said. Mark stopped what he was doing and turned towards a violently shaking Kurt.
“Kurt-.”
“I thought I told you to leave Blaine alone!” Mark yelled, charging towards Kurt who just stood his ground as Mark uselessly punched Kurt in the shoulder.
“Hey, you can’t just punch him!” Blaine yelled over top of the music; everyone in the bar stopped what they were doing to watch the scene unfold in front of them.
“You bastard!” Mark continued to yell as he threw yet another punch towards Kurt who skillfully avoided it.
“Mark, just stop it.” Blaine said, reaching out to touch Mark’s shoulder. The shorter boy just shrugged Blaine off and continued to advance on Kurt.
Mark stood face to face with Kurt; tears were swelling in his eyes, “You can’t just drop Blaine like he’s nothing, and then decide you want to be a part of his life again. I was there, Kurt! I saw how broken up he was, and I fixed him! You can’t have him, you just can’t!”
Kurt looked at Mark with what seemed to be pity over taking his features, “You don’t have to worry about that then,” Kurt looked over at Blaine sighed, “I-I don’t want to be a part of his life after this last show. You can have him.”
“Kurt.” Blaine began to say, shocked at Kurt’s new revelation.
Kurt took one last look at Blaine before heading out of the doors of the club as fast as he could. Blaine turned towards Mark and gave him the dirtiest glare he could muster up, “God, Mark, what is your problem?”
“Blaine, I-.”
“I think you’ve done enough damage,” Connor said, “I’m going to go see if I can coax him to come back inside.”