“I said that I’m in love with you.”
He tensed up, the fear of saying the wrong thing burning the back of his throat like his favorite alcoholic beverage that he had really been craving. Especially now that he had been hearing such words spilling from the Hummel male’s lips. He kept silent, despite the judging stare he shot directly into the other male’s eyes, reading him clearly that he had to of been flustered -- or something, he didn’t know. He never really got emotions and how they worked so his guess had been as good as any regarding how Kurt had to of been feeling in the moment.
With the shake of his head, as though he had been snapping out from a trance he had been under, Blaine pushed himself away from the lockers he had been leaning against, a little something extra to make him appear cooler than he more than likely had been, whatever. It intimidated the right people when he needed to, so there had been that. Taking a step closer to him, seeing the way his neck flexed from trying to hide his nervous gulp. That confirmed it with the school’s rebel. Kurt Hummel was actually nervous about something that he had been the cause of.
“Why me?” He questioned, brow rising curiously before he was backing him up against a nearby wall, there wasn’t too much room thanks to the other lockers but still enough room for their bodies to fit. “Why the fuck did you think it was a brilliant idea to fall in love with someone like me?” He continued, merely laughing the more he started to think about it, that was before he was stuck for a moment, locking gazes with Kurt’s which had him pausing, trying to remember how to breathe in that moment. That was a new thing for him to experience alright.
“Hate to break it to you, babe.” It was the way his heart skipped a beat that would have him pulling away, still trying his hardest to maintain his bad boy composure. “I’m not the type to do emotions or love or whatever that sappy shit is that you’re hunting for in me.” He shrugged, managing to gain back what he needed to finish up the conversation. “Now if you need me for a booty call of sorts, we can talk then but other than that,” his hands shoved deep into his leather jacket pockets, fingers toying with the carton of cigarettes he had been carrying around all day, a little something to help him cope with his thoughts near the skank’s sofa behind the bleachers.
“Then we can make arrangements for that.”
With that said, he gave the other male a wink, then turned on his heels to make his way outside. He needed to get out before he did something stupid, he needed to leave before he would say something that he would ultimately end up regretting. He did the whole having emotions for someone thing before, once upon a time, something he never wanted to experience ever again in his life. He couldn’t, it wasn’t going to happen, he told himself.
