I don't know about you, but I am glad that summer has finally come to an end. Things were starting to get a little boring around here. I've got good news for you though, darlings. Everybody's favorite resident bad boy was spotted at the airport this morning. Funny how he arrived home only days after Rachel herself - after all, we know Rachel fled town to escape him. Got something up your sleeve already, Kurt? It must be my lucky day.
XOXO,
Gossip Girl
Blaine threw himself back onto his bed in exhaustion after he finished unpacking his belongings. He was starting at Constance Billiard School tomorrow, and he was not looking forward to it at all. His parents were constantly looking to help him get the best education possible. There were worst things that they could do, he supposed. But they placed so much pressure on him to get perfect grades when all Blaine wanted to do was focus on his music. However, his parents, both alumnus of Yale, viewed Julliard as though it were community college. When his dad got a promotion, and they were relocated to New York, his parents started “Constance is the only school good enough for our boy.” And although his parents were pretty well off, he still needed a partial scholarship to even afford Constance because tuition surpassed that of most major universities. I have no idea what was so great about the school but he supposed he would find out.
He grabbed his phone and dialed. “Hey, Sam. I'm all moved in. Wanna grab something to eat?”
…
“Rach, you're going to have to talk to me eventually,” Kurt said getting frustrated. It wasn't often that he would try so hard to gain someone's forgiveness. Apologizing was beneath him. However, Rachel was his best friend, and he did kind of screw her over.
“Actually, I don't. Why the hell do you think you deserve anything from me?” she screeched in her typical Rachel fashion.
“So maybe I didn't go about it in the most considerate way but dating Jesse St. James was only going to be fifteen minutes of fame for you. Being in a scandal with your best friend, particularly when that best friend is the Kurt Hummel, will make you a permanent person of interest. Besides, it's the makeover that I gave you that even made you a blip on Jesse's or Gossip Girl's radar.”
“Oh this is unbelievable. You're actually trying to justify this instead of apologizing,” Rachel's voice was raised so loud already that he expected their argument would be on Gossip Girl by the afternoon. He simply rolled his eyes.
“Honestly, Jesse doesn't even seem that straight to begin with – ” Kurt began again.
“YOU ARE NOT GOING TO JUSTIFY YOURSELF SLEEPING WITH MY BOYFRIEND!” Suddenly Rachel burst into tears. Kurt sighed. He hated criers. “Not only are you my best friend, but you're a guy,” she said softly. “People are going to think he is gay and was never interested in me in the first place. Do you know how embarrassing that is?”
“I sleep with straight guys all the time,” Kurt stated weakly. Although it was true, it didn't really help the situation. “Look Rachel I'm sorry, okay? Are you happy? Though I was doing it out of the goodness of my heart, for my best friend and my new step brother, I should not have done it without asking you first.”
“Or at all. Wait what does Finn have to do with this?”
“Oh, yeah. My oaf of a brother whom you have practically been in love with since kindergarten told me he was interested in you, so I thought you would help you guys out.”
“WHAT? Kurt Hummel, how could you fail to mention that piece of information?”
He simply shrugged. “It would have come up eventually.”
SMACK.
Kurt didn't even flinch. He was used to being slapped at this point. And most of the guys whose husbands he had slept with slapped way harder than Rachel Berry. “Feel better?” he asked simply.
“Yes. When can I see Finn?”
“He's at the hotel waiting for you.”
“The hotel?” she said nervously.
“Not like that, Berry. My dad gave him his own suite now that our parents are together. He knows you're a prude, no need to worry. He just wants to talk.”
“I'm not a prude just because I don't throw myself around like some people.”
“Is that really your concern at the moment? Go. Talk. To. Finn.”
“Right. I'm still not happy with you, Kurt,” she stated while gathering up her things though her resolve was more than waning.
“Whatever you say, gorgeous. Whatever you say. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm bored and need a good fuck.”
Rachel nodded. “I'll see you back at the hotel then, I suppose.”
“That you will,” he replied with a wink.
…
“What the fuck is wrong with your school?” Blaine said after Sam finished explaining the entire premise behind Gossip Girl.
“I've never heard such harsh language come out of such a dabber boy,” Sam laughed. He and Sam had been friends for years, but Sam moved away when they were in middle school. One of the few reasons Blaine agreed to attend Constance was because he knew Sam went there.
“Sorry, I was just in shock. Don't the parents do anything about it?”
“Most of the parents on the Upper East Side, don't really give a shit what their kids do. I think some of them even kind of encourage the behavior. I don't know, man.”
Blaine was scrolling through the pages of the website, and his eye was quickly drawn to the most gorgeous boy he had ever laid eyes on. “Is that a student?” he said in shock.
“Oh no, Blainey boy. If you would like to avoid heartbreak and herpes then that one is hands off.”
“I never said I was interested in him, I simply asked – ”
“Your eyes basically popped out of your head at the sight of him. He is talked about so much for two reasons. His dad is Burt Hummel – ”
“Shit, no way. He's like the third richest person in America.”
“Second now. Plus, he loves to cause trouble. He sleeps with everyone.”
“Is he gay? Because I don't see how many options there could be at our age.”
“He doesn't care. He sleeps with more straight guys than I ever thought possible. And if he can't find one, he'll sleep with a girl. He doesn't care. That's what I've heard anyway. Most of the people will admit to it if you ask though. Anyway, like I said. Don't even think about it.”
“You know I'm not into that snotty rich type anyway.”
“Shame,” a sexy voice said from behind, “I was hoping to take you home with me, but I think I may fall into that category.” Blaine whipped around, and there, wearing such a sexy smirk Blaine wanted to lick his licks, stood Kurt Hummel himself.