Chapter 22.
Alone Time.

Rachel:
Why weren't you in today?
I'd left some time before answering her.

Kurt:
I didn't feel like coming in. I don't feel so good.

Rachel:
Blaine said you left upset last night. 
What happened, Kurt?

Kurt:
It didn't go so well.

Rachel:
What happened?

Blaine:
Kurt, are you okay? :/
You weren't in today. x

Rachel: 
He seemed so upset :/

Kurt:
Because he's a good liar perhaps?

Blaine:
If you don't answer me, I'm coming around. 
I need to know you're okay. 

Kurt:
I'm fine, Blaine. Leave me alone.

Blaine: 
Are you sure? 
Why weren't you in?
I need to talk to you :/

Kurt:
So you can make up lies again? I don't want to hear them, Blaine.
Now leave me alone.

Rachel:
No he's been really down, he didn't even jump at a solo today.
We all missed you today.

Kurt:
I'll be in tomorrow. I just needed some time on my own.

Blaine:
Kurt, can I come around? Or meet you. Please.

Kurt:
Why? Your boyfriend going to be there?

Blaine:
I've broke up with him. I sorted it.
I need to talk to you.

Kurt:
I don't understand.

Blaine: 
Let me come over and I'll explain it all. I'll make you understand.

Kurt: 
Blaine said he needs to talk to me.

Rachel:
See him Kurt!

Kurt:
Fine, but I don't want it to be a late night.

Blaine: 
I'm coming now! x

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Dad had finally fell asleep. I was waiting downstairs. The security lights announced his arrival, his shadow walking up to the door. Which I opened before he could knock. His face changed from a puzzled expression to a smile.

"Hey." He said.

"Dad's asleep. I didn't want you to wake him." 

I leaned against the doorframe, crossing one leg over the other. 

"You okay?" Blaine asked.

I sighed. "Let's not do small talk. What is this about?" I folded my arms across my chest. "No games, no lies. I've had enough of it."

He cleared his throat. "It's a little chilly, maybe we could talk inside?" He rubbed his arms.

I nodded and stepped aside for him to enter, he brushed my side as he passed, both of us faltering slightly. I breathed and looked away to close the door. He sat down on the sofa, and looked up at me. 

"Please sit down, people standing makes me nervous." he mumbled.

I sat down making sure there was space between us. 

"I know you're angry with me."

"Yes, well. More hurt if I'm honest."

He nodded and started messing with his fingers. 

"Blaine. Why did you break up with him?" I asked.

Hearing him let out a nervous breath.

"I'm not good at this sort of thing." He mumbled, closing his eyes. He gathered a msesing breath, and turned so he was completly facing me, licking his lips. "Kurt I've been following your blog for some time now. Your comments never failed to get me thinking, questioning matters. It went from a constant ranting to a water fall of sadness. I needed to know how someone as strong as you got that low, I wanted to get that light back in you. You're such a powerful and inspirational person."

"No I'm-"

He put his hand up to stop me talking. "I saw that video of you singing" He chuckled. "Those moves, that look in your eye. That was hope."

I bit the inside of my cheek, "But that doesn't-"

He stopped me again. "I saw that competition, I found out your school and I went to sign up for it. Then I met you. Your attitude towards me, well. I knew you didn't want to know me, but I wanted to know you. I wanted to know you so much."

"You had a boyfriend at this point though?"

"I did."

"Yet you wanted to get to know me?"

He sighed. "Kurt I've never known what I wanted, I've even questioned being gay at times. Sebastian was just someone that was putting up with me. He doesn't love me. He just wanted me 'cause others wanted me. That sounds extremely big headed of me, but it's true. A lot of people do want to you know.." He paused. "He's that kind of person, he wants what other people has just to spite them of that."

There was a silence 

"I went under bowties on the blog, I wanted to know what made you hate me so much. How I was imtimidating towards you. I don't know, I don't know why I did it. I just knew that when you were upset, it was painful to see. Talking to you every day, I slowly started to like you. I got in too deep though, I couldn't tell you I liked you, you'd hate me. Hate me for lying to you." 

"The set up last night though?" 

"Sebastian told me last night, he thought it was pretty funny to go onto my account and pretend to be me. Said I deserved it, said that I shouldn't be talking to you. He got jealous, Kurt. He wanted to know who you were. I guess I should have saw the warnings." He took my hands in his. "I broke up with him. I don't want him causing you anymore pain."

 I tried to read his eyes, figure him out. He held my hands tighter. 

"Kurt. I think I've been looking for you all my life."

"Blaine.. I.. I don't know what to say."

His eyes watched me, searching my face. "Don't say anything, then." He whispered.

I saw him moving closer,  it was slow. His hands rested on my face, his lips were moist but not too wet. It was a perfect texture, tasting of coffee. My breath escaped through my nose, leaning my forehead against his with a scrunch of my eyes. "You're taking my breath away." I mumbled. 

He chuckled. "I should let you sleep," He said quietly. 

"Not yet.." I whispered, filling the small gap between our lips.

My heartbeat pounded against my chest, trying to leave the taste of him on my lips. It didn't feel real. It felt like a daydream, a dream.

"Now you're allowed to go." I mumbled, lips touching his as I talked. 

"You going be in tomorrow?" He asked. 

"I will."

He grinned and stepped back. "I'll wait for you at the gates."

I walked him to the door and held onto it as he hovered in the doorway, "Okay..." I agreed.

"See you, Kurt." 

"Bye." I smiled, closing the door quietly. 

Leaning up against it, I felt like screaming. I settled for a small giggle.