Kurt quickly stumbled out the dressing room, unsure of what has actually just happened. How could that of happened? Why was Kurt so needy and desperate? Kurt didn’t want Blaine anymore, he was sure of this. Very sure of this. In fact he couldn’t of been surer because he broke up with him, but actually being away from Blaine really made Kurt miss him. Kurt missed him. Oh gosh, Kurt missed him. How could this be, how could he be falling for him again, after all this, how could Kurt want to run into his arms and hold him, fall to his feet and beg for forgiveness but there was something different about Blaine and Kurt couldn’t place it. Kurt’s pace slowed as he thought, the sound of his boots echoing in the empty hallway. He wished he hadn't of taken them off today in the dressing room when he got in there, it would have meant taking his pants of was a more of a ordeal if he kept them on when suddenly, he heard a sobbing. He stopped and turned to face the janitor’s closet, the door slightly ajar when the noise stopped. The crying halted for a second; Kurt took a step curiously towards the door when it was suddenly shut with a loud snapping slam. Kurt stopped and waited for a moment, sucking a breath in so he didn’t make any noise, and then the sobbing started again, but very quietly, this time Kurt had no hesitation as he ran to the door and flung it open, to his surprise, a very flustered Sean with red puffy eyes and a rather tear downed face was there.

“Move out of my way, idiot.” Sean got up from where he had backed himself into the rest of the closet and barged past Kurt, leaving Kurt to stumble to the side.

“Hey, careful where you’re going, you may be upset but there is no need to be a jerk about it!”

“Oh yeah?” Sean raised his eyebrows as he walked, laughed and whipped his nose with his sleeve then turned to face Kurt. “It’s your fault that I am upset, so I have every right!” Sean was now shouting through hot tears, lunging his body towards him with every word.

“Me? What have I done to you? I think you will find it’s been you and Blaine giving me hell!”

Sean sprang forward fists clenched, his eyes brimming with anger. “I think you will find it was you who just nearly had sex with Blaine!”

Kurt was silent. He had just almost had sex with Blaine in the dressing rooms. He was utterly speechless. Face blank and lost for words.

“You thought that I didn’t see Blaine go in there? You honestly thought I wouldn’t know? Of all things Kurt Hummel, I didn’t expect you to be a desperate slut.”

“Excuse me? Im nothing of the kind, you’re the one making out in the courtyard then off somewhere else for your disgusting gallivants around McKinley!”

“Oh yeah? So, did Blaine kiss you first?”

“Well no, but-“

“Did he beg for it?”

“No, but-“

“Did he take your clothes off, or did you?”

“I-“ Kurt stopped. He was right, Blaine didn’t kiss him first, he leaned in and Kurt just sort of, pounced on him or when he was on the table, he did beg for it and oh my gosh, Kurt did take his clothes off! Blaine didn’t even attempt to take his clothes off. But was Sean, jealous?

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Sean sniffed and paced back, slumped against the lockers and slid down to the floor so he was cradling his knees. “You can’t help your simple mind, he can somehow do that to people, just manipulate them. Then again I fell for it, and I am far above you Kurt Hummel.”

“What do you mean manipulate people?”

“Really Kurt? You have no idea, at all?”

Kurt turned his head inquisitively, what was he supposed to know? How was he meant to know? “I don’t understand, what-"

“Stop.” Sean interrupted, he sighed and scratched at the back of his head. He stood up pushing his self off the lockers and took one step toward Kurt and held his hand out for Kurt to shake. “Hey, Im James Clark Williams, son of Senator Williams. I live in Chicago but im here for a while working in the Mayors office. Blaine’s dad and mine know each other quite well, we were propositioned to meet up with each other, and we did. We got talking and we were both gay and then he told me about you, and how he would do anything to get you back, then he told me about his plan. He offered me twenty dollars but I declined and helped anyway. After that I have been putty in his hands and now, well I have completely fallen for him. And there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“You mean, you’re pretending…to be with him?”

“Yep,” Sean, now James straightened him self up and took another stride towards Kurt. “All part of his ridiculous plan.”

Kurt pondered for a moment. “Wait, what plan?”

“To get you back stupid!” James shouted, he pulled his fists into the self’s then freed them again, regaining control. “His plan to get you back, he thought if he pretended to play this bad guy thing, make you jealous and make you see the light, then he could get you back.” Tears started to glisten across James eyes once more. “I was just stupid enough to forget about his game in the mean time, and you were stupid enough to fall for it.”

“This was all, to get me back?”

“Yeah, and so far, it had worked, look at you Kurt, you’re a mess for Blaine.” Kurt looked down at his self whilst James laughed. “You’re just an idiot Kurt Hummel. You fell right into his hands and you played along with his plan so easily.”

“Oh, yeah.” Kurt was full of rage, how could this happen, Kurt was an intelligent person, no one and he means, no one gets on up on Kurt Hummel. “Well two can play at that game.”

~~~

Blaine was lounging against some lockers with two other guys he had met whilst having a cigarette round the back of the school and some cheerio that for some reason had her hands on his arm. The two guys were okay; one was rather rough looking and the other was much neater. Both wearing the typical too-cool-for-school skater clothes. Dark greens, dark purples, blacks and red. The only colours they ever wore. Blaine missed Kurt’s vibrant colour that he had brought into Blaine’s life. The cheerio girl was now obnoxiously laughing in Blaine’s ear, so much so it stung inside his ears as it echoed around his head. He awkwardly shrugged her off, but she persisted on clinging to his arm. Perhaps she was just doing it now because Blaine was currently playing the cool bad boy. Blaine screamed gay even when he wasn't trying to, and if she didn’t see him and James making out, whom he hadn’t seen for a while, then she must have been completely empty in that head that she owned.

Thinking about James, Blaine hadn’t seen him for a long time. The last time he had seen him it was about a week ago in the park, it was dark and almost deserted. His eyes were puffy and he was sniffing loudly. Blaine was concerned and politely asked if he was okay. He then proceeded to throw himself at Blaine, tackling him to the ground with passion and desperation. Not even caring about his breathing, his tongue was running all over and inside Blaine’s mouth and it was too much for Blaine. He pushed him off since they were in a rather public place and asked what was going on and he replied with “I want you Blaine, please, I need you.” And Blaine didn’t know what do to. This was never part of his plan, and he never imagined for James to feel something or feel something for Blaine. Blaine explained and let him down lightly, then reminded him, that he just wanted to help Blaine to get Kurt back, and he knew this all along with agreeing to it. Blaine didn’t mean to do this, he didn’t meant to be an absolute dick about it, but he didn’t want to be with James. He had to be honest and he wanted Kurt, he loved Kurt. That’s why he had a plan. A plan in which he was going get Kurt to a place where he would just ask Blaine why, just when Kurt can't resist any more, just when he’s on the edge, Blaine would tell him everything. The whole plan and why. Just open up his heart and present him self to Kurt, vowing to stop the act. And just hope it would enough because he loves Kurt with all his heart and can’t even feel whole with out him. Life is miserable when Kurt is not around, even when Blaine is pissing him off; his whole life seems to have a bright purposeful light again. In fact, he hadn’t seen Kurt for a week either, everything felt empty again.

None of these people with him right now were his friends, but they were there in the mean time. They were talking about something he didn’t care about anymore when one of them made a snide remark and they all laughed and that damn cheerio made that awful noise again, when suddenly something caught Blaine’s eye.

Knee high biker boots, legs wrapped in tight soft leather leading up to exposed pale hipbones with a navy blue and white, thick stripped t-shirt with a ripped hem neck that precariously draped over and exposed collar bone and a battered black wet look cropped sleeve jacket that was particularly figure hugging. It could only be Kurt Hummel.

Blaine had to double take as the figure now seemingly strutting in slow motion with white noise filling his ears stopped, and Blaine was over come with astonishment and he looked down to Kurt’s leather clad ass. Kurt then turned, with smirk on his face. All the blood was rushing back to his head and the noise began to filter in again as Blaine didn’t realise how close Kurt was until he went to turn and became face to face with Kurt, his lips ghosting over his and staring into Blaine eyes seductively.

“You think I would go down without a fight?” Kurt whispered against Blaine’s lips as began to drag and hand up Blaine's thigh and Blaine repressed a moan. Kurt smirked against his lips as Blaine suddenly aware of where they were. “Well you would be-“ Kurt bit Blaine’s bottom lip and pulled it with a dangerous smile and released it. “Wrong.”
Kurt chuckled and pulled away from Blaine, he went to turn as Blaine pulled his wrist and spun him round so they were facing each other again, Blaine looked deeply into his eyes with a confused look gesturing for an answer. “Oh no, you’re not getting an answer that easily” Kurt violently shook Blaine’s hand off his wrist. Kurt kept an unpleasant, disapproving, angry look on his face as his hips swung away.

What had just happened?