Chapter 19.
Perfect.

I walked into the choir room. 

"Recovered?" Rachel asked with a grin.

"Huh?"

"From the alcohol?"

"Oh, yeah." I nodded.

Blaine had stood up as soon as I entered the room. I ignored it and moved to the line of seats at the bottom. I heard movement, Blaine had sat back down. I really wasn't ready to face him. He knew everything, I'd trusted Bowties, confided in him with Blaine, with everything I felt for him. 

"Kurt?"

I sighed as he sat down next to me. 

"What's up?" I asked.

I frowned at the sight of him, he looked exhausted. Little strands stuck up in his hair, like he'd rushed this morning. Or maybe hadn't washed it since yesterday.

"I've not slept." He mumbled gesturing to his appearance.

"Why?" I questioned, staring at him again.

I'd never seen him so nervous. 

"Can we start over?" 

I bit the inside of my cheek.

"Just erase things. I mucked up..." He continued with big eyes, those.. big, beautiful eyes.

"Sure." I shrugged.

His face lit up.

Finn smirked behind Blaine, his thumb in the air, I looked away quickly.

"Do you want to get a coffee later?" He asked.

I shrugged, "And you are...?" 

It took a moment for him to get it, he chuckled. "I'm Blaine Anderson, it's nice to meet you.." He offered his hand.

"Kurt Hummel." I took it, feeling his thumb stroke the back of my hand.

I pulled my hand away and watched Mercedes walk into the room. 

"Will's got food poisoning. So he won't be in."

"Well, I'll skip this period then." I said.

I wasn't in the mood to sing here, I just wanted my own company.

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I sat in the back of the cafeteria, on the floor. I messed with the tiles on the floor.

"Made a wrong turn, once or twice. 

Dug my way out of blood and fire."

I chucked a stone across the floor letting my hand frail to the side of me.

"Bad decisions. But that's alright.

Welcome to my silly life."

I closed my eyes, the lyrics had come to me so fast. I stood up.

"Mistreated. Misplaced. Missunderstood. Miss no way it's all good."

I shrugged.

"But it didn't slow me down,"

I passed the table, looking around the room like I had an audience. Like everyone had come to watch me, Me: Kurt Hummel.

"Mistaken, always second guessing. Missunderestimated.

Look I'm still around."

I swallowed, my voice disappearing into my chest.

"Pretty pretty please!"

I turned my head, Blaine stood at the doorway, his eyes on me. He walked closer towards me, singing at the same time. 

"Don't you ever ever feel, like you're less than.. Less than perfect."

"Pretty pretty please," I sang, my voice wasn't as loud as his.

"If you ever ever feel, like you're nothing;"

He took both of my hands, "You're perfect to me."

I bit back a smile, and turned around the opposite way to him, my hands slamming on a table. 

"You're so mean,

When you talk about yourself.

You were wrong." 

I turned my head towards him.

"Change the voices,

In your head,

Make them like you instead." 

He walked closer towards me, turning at the last step, twisting so he was behind me. 

"I've chased down, all my demons.

Seen you do the same..." 

Goosebumps raised across my skin, his hands sliding gracefully over my sides, I closed my eyes supressing the noise that hovered under my lips.

"Woaaaaaaaaaaaaoh!" He sang, making me flinch.

He'd jumped up onto the table behind, he lost his balance wobbling a bit. I laughed, grabbing his hands. Helping him gain his stance again.

"Pretty pretty please," 

Our voices harmonized together.

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"The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear.

The only thing I should be drinking is an ice-cold beer..."

I smirked, "So cool and light." I sung with him.

"We try so hard but it's a waste of our time,"

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Our eyes met and my heart thumped into my chest. 

"They don't like my jeans, They don't get my hair." He pouted in song.

I tapped his shoulder, "Why do we do that?" 

He shrugged. "Why do we do that?"

He shot a grin at me, before his feet left the floor, bouncing continously. "Oh pretty pretty please!" He smiled. "Don't you ever ever feel... Like you're less than, less than perfect.. to me." He poked my chest.

I breathed out and let go of his hands. "You can hit some good notes."

He didn't reply, he collapsed into the nearest chair, rubbing his hands over his face.

"Blaine?" I asked.

He looked at me. "I'm such a bad guy." He whispered.

"No, No you're not." 

"I am Kurt." 

He sighed and pulled me towards him.

"I think you're one of the nicest people I've ever met." I paused. "And I've met a lot of people." 

He half smiled. "I like you, Kurt." 

I froze. I looked back at him but he wasn't looking at me.

"But, I'm not allowed to like you."

"Why not?" 

I wasn't sure that I wanted to hear the answer to that. His eyes turned back to me.

"I'll sort it." 

"What?"

"I promise I'll sort it."

"Sort what?" I asked.

He made a quick exit out of the room.