[klaine - picture perfect prom]
What the fuck just happened?
Kurt stood, still in silence, as he watched Brittany completely ignore him and walk off with Santana without a single word sent his way, not even wanting to try to sort out the spiraling mess of emotions he was feeling right now. But as he’d been left in the company of only Blaine, someone whom Kurt was honestly a little annoyed with at the moment, he chose to focus on anger and indignation, and none of the emotions floating around that would leave him vulnerable. Blaine was hiding something-- that was clear as day. But instead of just telling him that no, he didn’t want to talk about it, Blaine had lied. And frankly, Kurt was sick of lies. He was done with lying to save others as well as himself, and he was done with being lied to.
Kurt crossed his arms in front of his chest, waiting for Blaine to leave. When he remained standing beside Kurt, the latter decided to give him a little push.
“You should probably go find Rachel.” The words were bitter as they left his mouth, and Kurt could feel his resolve crumbling, so he turned on his heel and left, heading for the punch bowl. Puckerman would definitely have spiked it by now, and Kurt needed something to distract himself from the mess that tonight was becoming-- already. Less than five minutes after he’d stepped through the doors. Everyone had someone-- everyone except him. He’d wanted to be with Brittany, to have someone he could count on to be strong with him for tonight, but she obviously had Santana. Blaine had Rachel and his secrets, and the one person Kurt did have, he couldn’t have at all during the times when it really mattered. Times like now, when Kurt was wearing an outfit that was as close to a bulls-eye as he could have gotten, and there was no one.
He grabbed a red solo cup and poured himself some of the now-mystery punch, downing it and hoping it would stop his hands from shaking. Whether that shaking was from anger or nerves or something else, Kurt didn’t know.
