As Violet woke up the next day, she stretched instantly feeling sore since she slept on the bean bags, however she wasn’t going to complain. Looking over she saw that Kai had left, probably to go back inside to get ready for their day. As she climbed down the tree house, she walks back inside the house instantly hit by the scent of pancakes, knowing that Kai’s mother was making him his favorite food for the both of them. Walking pass the kitchen, she greets his mom before headed up the stairs and towards the blonde’s room. Once she entered and didn’t see the boy, she wondered where he was. Shrugging her shoulders, she grabbed the bag she had packed the night before and dug through it for her tooth brush and comb. When she found them, she smiles softly before walking to Kai and Lucas’ bathroom only to find it locked and heard the shower running. Violet then knew that the blonde boy that abandoned her earlier was currently showering. Letting a soft sigh escape her mouth, she walking back into his room, sitting on his bed. While the brunette sat on his bed, she was in deep thought. Honestly, just really nervous about the day. She knew for a fact that Kai would do something to woo her and win her back. Violet wasn’t stupid, she knew that Kai loves her and she loves him back, however she would need him to gain her trust after what had happened.
Leo never should’ve tried to cook for her. The time on the microwave clock on his and Roxie’s apartment says 7:49 and he’s struggling to cook spaghetti, and he’s panicking because all that Leo wanted to do tonight was to make a good impression. He was wearing his nicest leather jacket (one that had belonged to his dad), and the cleanest pants that he owned, and he’d cleaned the apartment so that he could make Sarah believe that his life was together. But now, he had no hope. He debated ordering a pizza and just throwing all of this cooking nonsense out the window, but he was a Murphy. And Murphys never gave up. So, he tried again, fiddling around with the food on the stove, and making sure everything looked nice. He’d swiped a bottle of Merlot from work, and placed it on the table between the Absinthe and the Vodka, not really sure what to put out.
Truth be told, Leo sucked at being romantic, or whatever people wanted to call it. He was good at one night stands, and getting fucked up and blacking out, but anything else, he was horrible at. But this was Sarah, his Sarah (as he sometimes still said in his mind, even though he didn’t own her, she was too fierce to be owned by anyone), so he was going to try. They’d kind of been left at a standstill, they kissed and that was the last they’d seen of each other. And the kiss, boy, it was so much better than anything he had remembered, and it had sent him back in the right direction. It had motivated him, in a sense, and made him want to write and try to regain that passion that he once had.
After a shitload of frustration, Leo finally placed the food on plates and waited for Sarah, wiping the sweat from his brow in the process. He was starting to get nervous, and so he went out on to the balcony and lit a cigarette, knowing that this was not going to be easy. Leo didn’t want to fuck up his second chance, he just wanted Sarah back in his life and for everything to be the way that they used to be, but different. Snuffing out the light in his cigarette and dropping it onto the ground, he smushed it with his boot and walked back inside, the clock reading 8.02. She was going to be here any minute, which only just made Leo more and more nervous.
NOTES: Finn ends up convincing Brittany to ditch her ballet lesson and he takes her out to have fun.
The fact that Brittany was skipping out on her ballet lessons for the first time was actually kind of scary. Not only was she ditching class, but she was changing her regular everyday routine. It was pretty sad to think about how she did the same thing over, and over, and over again. To be honest, yeah, she loved ballet but when she peeked in other classes like hip-hop, that seemed a lot more interesting. No one on any talent show found ballet groups to be the most interesting or winning type. She had the body and the energy but her parents would never go for that. She spotted Finn's truck pull up in front of her as she got in and smiled a little. He was attractive and she probably couldn't stop the small blush on her cheeks from knowing that he was going to be with her today. "Hey, thank you for picking me up here and this."
Ariella grabbed her laptop and bit her lip as she thought of just texting Kenny that she was tired. But the truth was she wasn't. Since having arrived her planning had been all over the place and despite the time she had slept all day. Caleb was out who knew where and March was checking out some super late night , or well super early, art show . Ariella had stayed behind and she knew that although this wasn't the ideal way to tell Kenny she had to. It had bugged her and sometimes she couldn't stop thinking of it. Her feelings were a mess but she had to tell him. As she set up Skype she hovered over his name. She checked her reflection out in the mirror before clicking on it and trying her best to not get emotional or dramatic.
Kenny sighed as he sat down at his desk, eyeing the monitor in front of him. Since his conversation with Ariella, the male couldn't stop thinking about possible scenarios on how this little Skype call could go as well as many questions running through his head. What was so important that she was too scared to tell them while they were together? Was he really that bad of a boyfriend that she didn't trust him enough? Running a hand through his hair, Kenny bit his cheek and spared a glance at the clock hanging in his room. It must be pretty late where she was -- couldn't she just text him about it tomorrow? He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the familiar sound coming from the desktop in front of him and sighed once more. Rubbing his eyes a bit with his left hand, he used the other to accept the call. Kenny leaned back in his chair, an unknown feeling surging through him. "Hey.." he mumbled, looking anywhere else on the screen but the person he was talking to. "So.. what is it that you want?"
Ariella bit her lip and hugged her knees as she leaned back and saw his face for the first time in a long time. She felt regret but knew if she didn't do it now, she'd never do it. "Kenny..." She could hear that he wasn't happy and that didn't make it easier on her. "Kenny, I'm sorry I never told you ok. It's not easy for me to tell anyone this. I wanted to tell you I love you...and that I was ready to have sex with you but I thought about it too much and I thought there was no way you'd feel the same and I was gonna make a fool of myself. " She sighed and looked away from the screen, holding on to her pillow. She wasn't lying. She had really thought Kenny was her forever until her anxiety and insecurity got the best of her and every time she tried she found herself thinking of all the prettier girls he could find himself.
Kenny leaned his head back as he looked up towards his ceiling. Hearing her voice for the first time in a long while made the familiar feeling of comfort appear within him again. However, hearing those three little words made him shut his eyes tightly. "No," Kenny muttered, "you can't just tell me that you love me after we've broken up. You don't have that opportunity anymore, remember? You made it clear that you didn't." Where all this dramatic crap was coming from was beyond him. He honestly never knew why his whole demeanor changes so easily when it comes to the girl on the screen. It confused him, that's for sure, but he never paid any mind to it. Hearing what she said next made a scoff escape him quickly. "So you thought the best way to not think about it was to break up with me? Really?" He questioned, eyes opening as he raised an eyebrow. Honestly, he didn't know why they were having this conversation. He knew she was insecure, but so was he. Did he really think she was the only one thinking things over too much?
Ariella knew she couldn't expect some happy conversation. She didn't even know what she had expected but she didn't think he would be so cold with her. She felt her eyes tear up and she wanted to just turn the laptop off but knew that would be immature. She watched him and then immediately looked down. "I had to tell you...I couldn't just not tell you because it wasn't fair and I'm sorry I decided to now." She felt her voice crack a little and knew he had every right to be mad at her. But that's how Ariella was. She tried to be so brace but she was really afraid of everything and loving him was terrifying because she felt like one day she would wake up and he wouldn't be there, just like her grandma and just like her parents did on a daily basis. "I was stupid ok, I thought you deserved someone better than that, someone who could tell you. I...I just knew I had to tell you because you had to know the truth ok. I'm sorry for bringing this up now..." She squeezed her pillow tight and took a few deep breaths, feeling the room get hot suddenly.
Kenny immediately softened up once he saw the tears forming in her eyes. Uncrossing his arms and leaning forward, a look of panic spread through his features. "H-hey, don't cry," he spoke, running a hand through his unkempt hair one more time. "I'm sorry.. I shouldn't be so mean to you. I.. I'm sorry." This wasn't how Kenny wanted to spend the rest of his night. Spending it in front of a computer was definitely not on his list, but neither was making Ariella cry. He promised himself even before they were dating that he'd never do anything to see her cry, but he broke that promise tonight. Feeling the guilt build up inside of him, the male ran his hands down his face. What she said after that made him confused. She thought he deserved someone better? That's not true; it's the other way around. He thought he was the only one that thought the other deserved someone far better than them. Knowing that Ariella felt the same and allowed her insecurities to get to her like he did made him feel even guiltier than before. Kenny let out a small, bitter laugh as he looked away from the sight in front of him. "It's funny. I thought the same exact thing. I thought.. I thought I wasn't good enough, Ari. I wasn't the perfect boyfriend -- and I knew it. I never took you out somewhere really expensive, and I never succeeded in making you truly happy. I just.. I'm sorry, too."
Ariella shook her head at him and grabbed her sleeves and wiped her eyes even though she still had some make up on. She kept shaking her head and disappeared from the screen a bit as she grabbed some water. She re appeared and tried to smile at him. She understood where he was coming from. It was like re visiting the past by bringing it all up but she had to. She didn't even know what she felt now but she knew she had thought Kenny was going to be her one and only and she couldn't stop thinking of the big what if. "No...I understand why...we thought it was just over and then I bring this up, I would be mean to." She did her best to try to smile at him through the screen. As he laughed she looked up at him and laughed a bit too. "Funny isn't it..." She then frowned . "No...you were more than good enough. I don't need money.Despite what everyone thinks I won't love someone for their money, I didn't want that, I wanted you to tell me you loved me but I couldn't even do it myself so I'm the one to blame. You made me more than happy..." She looked at him and bit her lip trying to give him some small smile but really wanting to hug him more than anything.
Kenny noticed that she left her laptop and mentally groaned at himself. "Ariella.." The boy has never felt so confused in his life. He never felt so many different feelings all at once. It was overwhelming him and he didn't know what to do in this situation anymore. When he noticed that she sat back down and saw the slight smile, Kenny knew she was faking it. He obviously wouldn't call her out on it though. All this talk about what happened before made him want to pull his hair out. Did she still like him? Did he still like her? Who knows at this point. "I feel like a dick.." he mumbled to himself, sighing. The thought of how this conversation was going to end popped up in his mind, and it scared him. Neither one of them knew what would happen after they log off -- maybe that was what made it so terrifying. "That's not the point though. The point is that I wasn't the boyfriend you deserved. Everyone was right; I don't know what the hell I'm doing in any relationship I have." Just thinking back about how his friends told him he could try harder and do better made the hurt in his chest appear again after so long. Sniffling a bit, Kenny pinched the bridge of his nose. "You made me happy, too.." He looked back towards the girl that made him feel things he didn't know was possible. Did he think he was going to spend the rest of his life with her? Of course, but he just had to ruin it.. like always. "I do love you, you know that. It's just that.. now that we're not dating -- I don't know if it's the same love as before. You get what I'm saying?"
Ariella felt awful for making him feel guilty. That wasn't what she wanted. Despite what people thought she didn't want to be the victim in situations. It just happened. "Kenny you are not, trust me. You're the best boyfriend I've had. I mean after dating Ryan that can't be too hard." She chuckled a bit and then went back to being serious. "But really...Kenny I didn't tell you this so you would feel bad or regret anything , I don't know what I feel anymore but I know I love you. I don't know what kind of love but it's love and I care about you and I still want to make you happy and don't think I didn't deserve you. I did, and I screwed it up." She stopped to take a deep breath as she was just rambling and going on and on. "I had no clue what I was doing in this relationship either, we were both on the same page...but please don't think you were bad...anybody would be lucky to be with you." She smiled, and this time for real. She wished she could reach out and give him a long lasting hug. "I understand you though....the love won't go away but it could be different since we broke up..I just wish I had told you sooner."
Kenny smiled slightly as he listened to her ramble. Everything she said he took to heart; he always had and he probably always will. "Yeah, well, Ryan's.. Ryan." Kenny laughed a bit along with her and bit his lip. He didn't know what to say anymore, so he resulted in just sitting there and listening to Ariella instead. With every single word that was leaving her mouth, the smile on his face slowly grew. It's not like he could help it; he was always finding himself smiling when talking to the girl, even despite the circumstances. If he got anything out of this conversation, it's that he knows that the person he was currently talking to will forever have a place in his heart, whether in a romantic way or not. "I know.. I should've told you sooner, too. But think of this as a good thing, alright? Now we can start off fresh or something."
Ariella watched him out of the corner of her eye as she kept talking and talking. She nodded at his comment though, Ryan had been an odd choice but she still cared about the boy. She noticed that he was smiling and it brought a smile to her face as she kept talking. She liked seeing him like this much more than when he was mad at her. She sighed as she finished. She wished she could change things because there were still so many what ifs but she couldn't. "I'm just glad you know now, I know it's the wrong time and it won't fix us but I just needed you to know. And I wish I was there so I could just hug you."
Kenny puffed out his cheeks in relief as he felt the tension in the room, mainly his, leave and brought him a new, calmer atmosphere. The boy felt like a giant pressure was lifted off his shoulders due to their conversation. He was afraid he was going to have to live with it for a long ass time if it wasn't for her. "Maybe things just shouldn't be fixed. Though, I'm glad you know too," he smiled, "I wish you were here as well, but take your time over there. Like I said earlier, as long as you stop by once you get back -- it'll be a-okay!" And there it was; back to his usual happy-go-lucky attitude. It's weird how they've gone from serious, to normal in that amount of time. However, he didn't dare question it -- just enjoyed it while it lasted.
Ariella was feeling better, like before. Things were now easing up and she liked it, she couldn't imagine being mad at him for long . She shrugged at his words. "Yeah..some things shouldn't be fixed. But we do. I can't stand us being broken in any way." She smiled , not knowing if she was flirting but being honest. He was one of the most important persons to her and she wasn't gonna let things end badly. She laughed at him. "Well it's gorgeous here so I don't wanna leave but I feel guilty. And Caleb is gonna get me into trouble sooner or later. He always ends up in the tabloids and I'd rather not or my parents would kill me." She felt the pressure release as they started talking about regular old things. "I will see you though, I do miss you.
Kenny knew what the best thing to do at this point -- to forget any past tensions between them and to move forward. It's probably the only way for them to fully move on and to be happier than they let on. Though it'll be good for the girl, he knew it. "We do? Ah, well, if we do then can we work on that another time? I've had my fair share of dramatics for the rest of the night." Hearing her laugh was like music to his eyes as he listened intently to what she was saying. "That's understandable. Don't worry, if they do find out then I'll handle them for you. And I miss you too." Glancing back at the clock, Kenny frowned. "It's getting late there. Should I leave and let you sleep?"
Ariella smiled at him, appreciating. "Yeah, I would prefer to work on anything other situations face to face, so next time you get mad I'll just attack you with a huge hug and then you won't be mad." She smiled proudly at herself for the idea. "Also sorry for the drama, my therapist has said I should work on it." She shrugged as she looked at the time. "Yeah I still think my parents might not be too happy if they see pictures of me dancing on a table in a cabaret in Paris." She laughed at the idea. "Oh man yeah..March should be getting back soon and we're sharing rooms. But uhm I'll see you soon, in a few days , pinky promise you will be my first stop ok?" She blew him a quick kiss and smiled as she hugged her pillow again. "Night and see you soon?"
Kenny scratched the back of his neck, a bashful smile taking over his features now. "I agree. Hey! You can't always use hugs to make a situation better, y'know," he laughed, amused at the thought of being attacked by one of her hugs. Kenny nodded his head at what she said after gave her a reassuring thumbs up. "It's okay. The drama was a nice wake-up call, you could say." The statement that was said by the girl gave the male a mental image that he couldn't help but to laugh at. "If you do that I'm not sure how I'll be able to calm them down, sweetheart." Knowing that someone was to be back at her hotel room made a feeling of relief overcome his body. At least now she wouldn't be alone anymore, right? "Yeah, pinky promise," he smirked, lifting his pinky up to the screen. The kiss she blew to him made a slight pink tint appear on his cheeks that he desperately tried to hide. "Night, love. I'll look forward to when you come back." And with that -- Kenny placed his hand over the mouse and clicked the small 'x' on the top of the window.
Tagged: Nick Duval and Jeff Sterling (with mentions of Sugar)
Time Frame: 25th of July, early morning in Portugal, late at night in Colorado
Place: Nick's hotel room and Jeff's room in Colorado
General Notes: Nick and Jeff talk on Skype since Nick is bored
Jeff knew it was late. He should have already gone to bed, but a night out with his friends got him all hyped up. He missed this. He missed being home. With no tiredness at all, he opened his computer and decided to play something so he could actually feel sleepy and go to bed. He was in the middle of a very bloody Happy Wheels game when his Skype popped up. He nearly jumped, but quickly recovered. He saw it was nice and smiled. He hoped he was having fun in Portugal. "Oh, hi! How are you?" h´e typed back
Nick smiled widely as Jeff answered. "I'm cool and you? How's Colorado?" Nick quickly typed and turned to roll the blinders down a bit.
Jeff ignored the game and opened Nick's window "Are you enjoying the country? Colorado's good. I've missed it." he typed with a small smile.
Nick continued to smile but then instead of answering Jeff he typed. "hey, can I video call you, it will be easier to talk" he sent the message. Nick was just too lazy to type and it was too hot to move.
Jeff found the request weird, since he normally didn't videocall "Give me five seconds." he typed and quickly went to close the door of his room. Thankfully he rooms with a cousing that nromally never visit his grandparent's house, so he got the room for himself "Just don't make noise, it's really late here."
Nick read the messaged and quickly sent the request for the video call. "Sure" He typed as he waited for Jeff to answer. He adjusted the camera slightly so Jeff wouldn't see that Nick was shirtless.
Jeff rubbed his eyes under his glasses and accepted the call. He smiled softly at Nick "Hi..." he said in a loud whisper.
Nick smiled as he saw Jeff. "Hey!" He said not too loud in case Jeff had his computer volume on high. "Sorry, is just that here's so hot, I don't want to move a muscle..." He chuckled.
Jeff laughed and nodded "Yeah, it's normal in the summer over there." he fixed his glasses "Are you liking it?"
Nick sighed. "Yeah, it's really cool, but daaamn it's so hot... I can't wait to go to the beach!" Nick smiled. "And you? Are you having fun in Colorado?"
Jeff giggled "Then why are you in your room? Go! I wished I could go there, really." he hummed and shrugged lightly "I just missed them."
Nick shook his head. "Oh no... Out there is like a 100 degrees! I need to wait until later to be able to leave and not melt... We're only going to the beach in a few days..." Nick explained and then smiled. "It's cool that you have this time with them."
Jeff shook his head fondly "It's not that hot." he smiled gently "I'm sure if you just run for the water you won't melt. I'm glad you're having a nice time.. You know, after all.." he bit his lip as he saw Nick's image on screen "Yeah, it's nice to be back."
Nick shook his head again. "Nope, it is this hot! Besides I am still in Lisbon... The river looks nice but not that nice." He said and then nodded a bit. "yeah, I really needed this. To be away and just let myself go." he smiled at Jeff.
Jeff hummed quietly "You could catch the train to go to the coast lines... Cascais? Sintra?" he asked. "I'm glad you decided to go and it's helping you."
Nick wondered and then nodded. "I have no idea where that is but it sounds good" He smiled. "Thanks Jeff..."
Jeff smiled "It's the place were supposely all the good capitol beaches are..."
Nick nodded. "Nice... Okay! Thanks baby Jeff!" Nick smiled widely. "You should be the one over here, you know portuguese and you know nice places to go..."
Jeff nodded "I wouldn't mind, really, but you need it more than me." he said honestly, looking at Nick's face on the screen.
Nick shrugged. "I'd be fine... The break up wasn't so bad... I mean no screams, no fighting..." Nick mumbled, running a hand through his hair.
Jeff bit his lip "Still... It must haven't been nice..." he mumbled.
Nick bit his lip. "It wasn't but... I've had worse." Nick said and waved it away a little. "It's okay, Jeff, don't worry, really"
Jeff nodded quickly, bitting his lip "Sorry... " he mumbled and smiled sadly
Nick smiled a bit at Jeff. "It's okay, I swear" He said and then sat a bit straighter. "So, what can you teach me in Portuguese" He asked with an amused face a small grin growing on his lips.
Jeff didn't want to upset Nick over his and Sugar's break up. He was really sorry about it, since Nick seemed a bit down, but he was glad that they changed subject. "What do you want to know?" he laughed and leaned back against his pillow.
Nick shrugged a bit, glad he and Jeff changed the subject. He just really didn't want to think about it, right now. "Anything you think it's easy to learn... I am not very good with languages." Nick made a face.
Jeff laughed quietly "I don't really know what to teach you. I mean, do you want to ask for directions? Ask for food?"
Nick jumped a bit a wide smile appearing on his lips. "Food! Food is always good! No one survives without food, right?"
Jeff covers his mouth to not laugh loudly. "Well, if you're in a restaurant or a bar or whatever you just say "Eu queria um... and whatever the thing you want." he explained
Nick looked at Jeff with a serious face. "Okay, so..." He tried to repeat what Jeff had said but it came out so wrong that not even Nick was sure about what he had said.
Jeff smiled fondly, shakig his head "Eu...queria...um." he sid softly.
Nick tried again and even if it was slightly better it was still a mess, the only thing that was understandable was the "um". He made a face. "I am no good at this."
Jeff listened to Nick patiently trying to correct him "Rome wasn't built in a day, was it?" he asked with a smile.
Nick shrugged. "I don't know you tell me, I am no good in History either." He joked, a small grin creeping to his lips.
Jeff laughed and the overed his mouth "No, it wasn't.." he said between giggles.
Nick wrinkled his nose a bit. "Sucks for them then..." He said. It was nice to see Jeff laugh, he looked adorable.
Jeff shook his head "Yeah, but you know what I mean..." he continued.
Nick nodded. "I do... I'm just joking." Nick smiled. "Better than making an ass out of myself trying to speak Portuguese, anyway"
Jeff hummed "They always understand english, so. I'm sure you won't have any problem."
Nick nodded. "That's true... I even found this nice group of Portuguese people, they are the ones showing me things around at night..."
Jeff rose a brow "Be careful, okay?" he asked "You never know.."
Nick shrugged. "They just help me out around, I met them on the plane when I came, they were returning from their boarding year..."
"Oh... alright... You never know, they might want to take advantage of you, since you're a tourist..." Jeff pointed out.
Nick shook his head. "I am being careful, don't worry..."
Jeff yawned tiredly "Good. I really hope you're having fun."
Nick bit his lip lightly. "How late is it over there?" He asked as he saw how tired Jeff was.
Jeff reached for his cellphone and his eyes widened slightly "3 in the morning."
Nick 's eyes widened. "wow! You should go to sleep, baby Jeff..."
Jeff nodded and took his glasses, rubbing his eyes "I should..."
Nick smiled sadly. "I'll talk with you soon, okay? Until then I'll try to learn that sentence"
Jeff nodded and smiled at Nick "You'll have it in a second. It's not that hard." he waved softly "Bye, have a nice beach day."
Nick waved a bit. "Bye baby Jeff, sleep well...!"
Jeff smiled "Bye, Nick, nice to chat with you."
Nick nodded a bit and waved again before hanging the video call. He sighed a bit but got up, he would follow Jeff's advice and go to this beach he talked about.
Notes → Kurt asks Blaine to meet up with him so they can talk , and Kurt ends up making a huge confession.
Blaine really wasn't entirely sure what the topic of conversation Kurt wished for was. He knew it was something to do with Brittany - or he /thought/ it was. Everything was a bit hazy if he was honest. He was happy that they had both admitted that they had wanted to be friends once more, but the fact of the matter was that there was still a lot of unsaid things between them. There had definitely been a battle of affection of sorts at homecoming, perhaps not initially intentional on Blaine's behalf at first, but eventually it was definitely a case of getting one up on Kurt. Sebastian was in no way shy to express affection in public, and Blaine really liked kissing so he was happy to reciprocate. Of course, when he glanced over to see Kurt holding hands with Brittany, he felt jealousy burning him, because of course, if he had the choice, he would be with Kurt right now, not Sebastian. They had agreed to meet at Blaine's park -- well that was what he'd christened it, anyway -- and now all he could do was wait. He swayed back and forth on his swing, staring down at his phone as he texted his boyfriend back and forth, until he looked up briefly to see Kurt approaching, texting out a quick parting message before slipping his phone into his pocket and standing up, smiling fondly at the other boy. "Hi Kurt!" he grinned, managing a bright greeting, though he was completely unsure as to what was about to happen. "Have a seat." he laughed, holding out a chain to Kurt, sitting into the other swing when Kurt took the chain and sat down. "So," he began, turning to face Kurt, chains twisting at the top. "What can I do ya for?"
Kurt caught sight of Blaine sitting on a swing in the distance as he stepped up to the park. He saw that the younger boy was texting away on his phone, probably with Sebastian. Just the thought made Kurt's fists curl up in anger. It took an enormous amount of will power for Kurt not to show Blaine the text messages Sebastian had sent him. If he did Blaine would surely get back to his senses and break up with Sebastian immediately, but Kurt couldn't bring himself to do it. He may be the jealous type, but he's not the type to break up a relationship on purpose. He managed to calm himself a bit by the time he reached Blaine, though he was immediately overcome with nervousness as opposed to anger. He gave Blaine a nod as opposed to a greeting as he accepted the seat on the swing beside Blaine. Before answering Kurt gently swayed on the swing for a second or two, pondering whether or not he was making the right decision in coming out to Blaine first. Maybe he should come out to Rachel first instead - she /was/ his best friend after all. Or maybe he should tell his dad first. He was pretty sure that his dad already knew that Kurt was gay - especially after he asked for a sensible pair of heels for Christmas when he was younger. Despite his unsureness about the situation Kurt realized that there was really no going back at this point; there was no way he could just leave now without telling Blaine the reason he'd asked to meet up with him. "I... I wanted to t-talk to you about something t-that's been on my mind for a... /really/ long time now," he stammered, his cheeks growing increasingly warm with each word.
Blaine bit his lip, still feeling anxious around Kurt as he had in school when they had been fighting. He was so painfully attached to Kurt -- more so than he was to Sebastian, and the loss of his friendship was beginning to take its toll on Blaine -- something that his drunk self revealed. It worried him to see that Kurt was clearly upset over something, because seeing someone you cared so much about upset like that was definitely not a nice thing. "Yeah? Um.. Sure.. What's wrong? If -- if it's about.. What I told you.. Please just -- forget it okay? It's honestly fine.. I understand and.. Stuff.." he nodded, probably embarrassing himself because it was doubtful that Kurt really cared about that anymore at all -- in fact it baffled Blaine as to why Kurt seemed mad at him about it or -- well he wasn't even sure why Kurt was mad, really.
Kurt couldn't help but allow a small smile to appear on his face as he listened to Blaine ramble off an unneeded apology. The drunken message Blaine had sent to Kurt was not a part of the reason he was there, though it did help him pluck up the courage to finally decide to confront Blaine. Reading the drunken babble had made Kurt blush, as much as he hated to admit it. But he couldn't help but allow his cheeks to become tinted pink as he reread the message in which Blaine called him gorgeous for what felt like a hundred times. "It's fine. It's not about that... It's... I-I haven't been honest with you - or myself for that matter - a-and I wanted you to be the first person to know," he said, turning his swing so that he faced Blaine.
Blaine could feel his brow furrowing, tilting his head to the side and stilling himself on the swing, his slightly tamed curls now resting on the chains of it. "Okay... And... What exactly do you mean by that?" he asked, offering a caring smile, making sure that Kurt knew he was in a safe place -- both in the park and with Blaine. The way they were now -- this slightly uncomfortable area of anxiety and apprehension -- it was a far cry from the two friends who had discovered what it was /really/ like to give and receive a love bite together. So much had changed since then. Now -- Kurt knew that Blaine liked him, and the marks that covered once side of Blaine's neck were from a completely different boy. Life could change so quickly in such a short space of time -- and honestly that terrified Blaine.
Kurt swallowed hard as his gaze moved from Blaine's hazel eyes to the ground between the two of them. He bit down on his lip as he tried to figure out the best possible way to phrase what he was about to say next. Once he said what was on his mind his life would change drastically. He would finally be out. It may only be to one person, but it would be one person more than where he'd started. The overwhelming importance of what he was about to say made Kurt's head throb, and he found himself speaking without properly thinking over what he wanted to say. "We're... alike, Blaine. In more ways than one." Kurt looked up from the ground to meet Blaine's eyes once again, hoping that the younger boy would understand what he was desperately trying to say.
Blaine had no idea what Kurt was trying to say. Blaine Anderson was an intelligent boy. But sometimes, you really needed to spell things out for the poor thing. It was probably something to do with his innocent naivety, or the fact that he had often assumed so much and been wrong, that he'd blocked the assuming frame of mind and just waited for the truth to come from the subject. "Uh --" Blaine tilted his head to the side more, examining Kurt's cerulean eyes, squinting and trying to work out what on earth was going on. "Kurt I'm -- really bad at cryptic..ness.. Like in jest it's all good but when it's in something serious you might as well be talking to a wall because I legitimately have no idea what you're trying to say." he admitted, looking down at himself and laughing nervously.
Kurt frowned at Blaine's confusion over Kurt's attempt at subtleness. For some reason Kurt had hoped that he wouldn't have to say the words "I'm gay" straight out as a statement. He'd hoped his cryptic statement earlier would be enough of a hint for Blaine to connect the dots, but clearly he was going to need to be more specific. "I-I'm... I-I..." The words didn't seem to want to come together properly. Kurt held his face in his hands as he finally managed to make out the words, "Blaine, I'm gay." His eyes slowly clenched shut as he struggled to hold in the tears that he hadn't realized were forming earlier.
Blaine felt his mouth fall open slightly in reaction to Kurt's confession, quickly shutting it, biting his lip, eyebrows raised as his eyes became completely fixated on Kurt. "Oh! Oh -- I -- right -- um --" Blaine stammered, trying to think of what to say. It wasn't that Blaine hadn't suspected Kurt was gay -- but that was /just it/ -- Blaine hated how people would suspect it -- say things like "well you seem gay" or "oh you seemed straight". He didn't understand why someone's behavior could define their sexuality. Blaine liked boys -- he liked the way they looked and he (evidently) liked kissing them and talking to them and he reacted much differently to attractive or sweet boys than he ever did with girls --- and /that/ was what made Blaine gay. Not his love of musicals or fashion or his vibrant personality -- but merely the textbook definition of homosexuality -- being attracted to people of the same gender. "Well -- How long have you known? Why didn't you tell me before? It's -- it's not something you should be ashamed of Kurt. And I'm really -- I mean -- thank you for telling me." he nodded. "You don't have to come out to everyone -- not until you're ready.. But there's absolutely nothing wrong with being gay. And -- why are you telling me this now?" Blaine asked, wondering if he was one of the last to know -- maybe Kurt and held off on telling him because he didn't want Blaine to get false hope -- which he was definitely getting right now.
Kurt couldn't help but feel that his confession had made Blaine slightly uncomfortable. In the few months that Kurt had known Blaine he'd noticed that every time Blaine was either uncomfortable or flustered he rambled - which he was most definitely doing at the moment. Suddenly coming out to Blaine didn't seem like the best decision. Perhaps it would've been better if he'd just gone over to Rachel's instead and told her first. She had two gay dads, surely she wouldn't have felt uncomfortable by Kurt's confession. Then again, Blaine was gay, shouldn't he have been accepting of Kurt's confession? Or perhaps he sensed that Kurt was finally coming out to him as a means of trying to end his relationship with Sebastian, and was trying to avoid the topic of their feelings for each other by rambling. Either way, Kurt let out a sigh before thinking of appropriate answers for Blaine's various questions. His first question was an excellent one. How long /had/ he known that he was gay? It was certainly well before he met Blaine, considering the fact that he had a small, though insignificant, crush on an excruciatingly annoying, but extremely handsome, boy in his French summer class. Perhaps he first realized it when he felt a strange flutter in his stomach when he saw an ad on TV one night filled with scantily clad male Hollister models, or perhaps when he found himself slowly developing a strange obsession with Taylor Lautner. Either way, Kurt had known for quite some time. "I dunno... a while, I guess. Before I met you," he answered nonchalantly before moving on to the next question. "You're... you're the first I've told so far. Before I met you I was scared... scared of what other people would think of me. I'd never met someone who was so open about their sexuality... and that inspired me... I-I wanted to come out before, the day that I sort of asked Brittany to the dance... clearly that didn't work out," he said with a small laugh.
Blaine nodded when Kurt said he'd known for a while. Blaine had come out very early -- much earlier than people usually did. Confidence was always a part of Blaine -- content with who he was and what he wanted to be. Of course he wasn't as confident as he led people to believe, but for someone who had been bullied as soon as he admitted who he was by both peers and parent -- the fact that he had any confidence left at all was really quite a great achievement. "Yeah? Cool, cool.." he nodded, trying to brush away the brief moment of nerves he'd had, because /that/ was not what Kurt needed right now. "I knew when I was in like -- third grade or something." he admitted with a laugh. "I mean even if I didn't /know/ know.. I knew. My mom had a gay friend so the concept wasn't completely foreign to me, and I remember my friend Lucy telling me she had a crush on me and I just turned her down and told her I had a crush on our friend Jacob. Then the -- pardon my French, but /bitch/ran off and married Jacob, even had the audacity to ask me to be their jelly ring bearer." he nodded, laughing and smiling comfortingly, hoping that the little anecdote would ease tensions slightly. He felt his heart leap slightly when Kurt confessed that Blaine was the first to know. "I -- really? Wow.. Well -- thank you for .. For trusting me with that.. I won't tell a soul, I promise." he couldn't help but reach out and take Kurt's hands in his, feeling a spark there that never appeared with Sebastian. "I -- I came out when I was thirteen or something silly like that -- I didn't even have time to think I should hide it." Blaine pointed out, squeezing Kurt's hands and sighing. "Why did it go wrong? What happened?" the oblivious boy asked.
Kurt smiled at Blaine's charming story. The younger boy always had a way of making Kurt smile, no matter how upset he felt. Even now, after he'd probably just made the biggest confession of his life to someone who had essentially broken his heart into a million pieces, and yet he still managed to make him laugh. How he managed to do it Kurt would probably never understand. All he knew was that it was something that only made him want Blaine to be his and only his even more. "I, uh, think I knew it officially when I started drooling during Shark Boy and Lava Girl. Taylor Lautner was my first boy crush." Kurt smiled at the not so fond, but more comedic, memory. Kurt nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt Blaine's hands in his. A familiar spark jolted him awake as he found himself making direct eye contact with Blaine. "I... you really don't know what was supposed to happen that day?"
Blaine chuckled softly, scrunching his face up. "Taylor Lautner is gross." he decided, shuddering slightly. His thumb absentmindedly brushed along the back of Kurt's hand, subconsciously moving closer. The fact that there was even an inch of hope that he could be with Kurt now, made Blaine's heart skip multiple beats, and he couldn't help but consider possibilities -- stopping when he remember he wasn't single. Once again, Blaine was confused and he shook his head, scratching the back of his neck, before allowing his hand to fall back to Kurt's. "I -- no? No matter how much you say stuff like this Iirerally have no idea what happened that day.."
Kurt mocked faint disbelief at Blaine's disapproval of Taylor lautner. "He is not!" Kurt had spent a good portion of his time at the age of thirteen worshipping Taylor Lautner, and even though the crush had long since subsided he still held a soft spot from the overrated child star. Kurt let out a sigh as Blaine admitted that he no idea what Kurt was talking about. Either Kurt was terrible at being cryptic, or Blaine was terrible at deciphering cryptic messages. Kurt debated whether or not he should tell Blaine what was really supposed to happen that day. Perhaps it would be best if he didn't tell him. Blaine had Sebastian now, he didn't need Kurt's affection. Once again Kurt's mouth betrayed his mind as he found himself speaking without thinking again. "It was for you," he blurted out somewhat loudly. His hands flew to his mouth as he realized what he'd just admitted. Was this what Blaine felt like when he'd admitted to Kurt that he liked him? If so, it was a terrifying feeling. Tears began to well up in Kurt's eyes once again as he prepared for Blaine to march away from him, most likely upset over the fact that Kurt decided to admit his feelings for Blaine when it was too late.
Blaine could tell his eyes had widened even more when Kurt confessed that the cookies he had previously thought had been for Brittany, were actually for him. "So /that's/ why you were so mad.." he whispered, having stopped swinging completely, staring down at his knees. Blaine wondered what exactly this meant. Perhaps it was merely because he also was gay that Kurt had wanted to ask him to the dance -- or /maybe/ Blaine was actually fast asleep right now and this was another of those dreams where the object of his affections reciprocated those feelings. When he looked up once more, Blaine could tell that Kurt had tears welling in his eyes, evoking a fond, charming, quiet laugh to bubble out of the smaller boy's lips as he leaned stood from his swing and enveloped Kurt into a hug. "Hey -- hey, why are you crying?" he asked, rubbing Kurt's back tenderly. "D-does that.. I mean.. Do you.. /Like/ me..?" he mumbled into Kurt's hair before pulling from the embrace and kneeling in front of Kurt, palms lightly resting on Kurt's knees looking down before he met the older boy's gaze. "I .. Feel like a complete idiot.. I'm so so sorry.. I just.. Wow."
Kurt tried his best to hold in the tears that had welled up in his eyes after he'd confessed to Blaine that he had initially intended to ask /him/ to the dance as opposed to Brittany, but once he felt Blaine's arms wrapping him up into a warm hug he couldn't hold the tears in anymore. A single choked sob managed to escape his throat as his cheeks soon became damp with salty tears. "I-Im s-sorry, this is all m-my fault. I-I should've just asked you n-normally, then this wouldn't have happened," he sobbed. Once Blaine pulled away he dabbed at his tears with the sleeve of his shirt, mentally scolding himself for ruining the fairly new shirt with his tears. As opposed to answering Blaine's question vocally Kurt simply nodded with a sniffle. His eyes focused on where Blaine's palms rested on his kneecaps as he struggled to keep himself composed. "A-and I-I know your with S-Sebastian now, I'm sorry, I-I can u-understand if you don't want to be my f-friend anymore."
Blaine shook his head, squeezing Kurt's knees gently. "It's not your fault.. I just -- Completely misunderstood and--and you tried to explain.. I just didn't really listen.." he admitted. Blaine nodded slowly, eyebrows raising slightly, smiling faintly when Kurt confirmed his question. "Right.." he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, sitting up back onto the swing and wrapping his arms around the chains, folding them over himself and frowning, because before, there'd been barriers between them being together -- mainly because Kurt was in the closet and Blaine was unaware. /Now/, Blaine had a boyfriend -- someone he didn't like as much as he liked Kurt. "Kurt -- no I-- why wouldn't I want to be friends with you anymore?" he asked, moving the swing closer. "I--of course I still want to be your friend.. I just.. This /really/ sucks.." he admitted, turning the tips of his toes to face each other.
Kurt shook his head as Blaine spoke. Sure, Kurt had been upset that Blaine wouldn't allow him to explain the compicated situation he'd found himself in that day, but Kurt still blamed himself for the falling out between them. If Kurt had just stood up for himself and forced Blaine to listen to him that day they wouldn't even be having the conversation they were currently having. There would probably be no Sebastian, and there would probably be no tears staining Kurt's cheeks. Everything could've ended differently if he had just spoken up. But he didn't, and now he was paying the price. "I-I can tell Sebastian doesn't like me very much, a-and now he probably won't want me around you anymore... A-And I can understand if you don't want to be friends anymore. Y-Y'know, to avoid any awkwardness..." he trailed off. Blaine was right, this did /really/ suck. Clearly Blaine wasn't going to be breaking things off with Sebastian any time soon, and now Kurt wasn't even sure if they would still be friends after this conversation. "I-I know, and I'm sorry... This i-is all m-my fault. I should've... just told you that I liked you, b-but I was scared, a-and stupid..." A few tears maanged to escape once again and Kurt found himself suddenly standing up from his swing. He sniffled a bit before murmurring, "I-I'm sorry, I-I should go. J-just... ignore me next time you see me, o-okay?" he said with a half attempt at a smile before turning to walk away from Blaine.
Blaine got up to follow Kurt, panicking when he saw him saying he should leave. "Kurt -- wait--" he pleaded, grabbing onto Kurt's hand quickly and tugging on it, staring down at their hands momentarily. Blaine had no idea what he was supposed to do in this situation. He liked Kurt so, /so/ much. He'd never ever felt this way about anyone else before. But there was Sebastian. Blaine was with Sebastian, and he couldn't just /dump him/ like that -- Blaine had never been in a relationship before but he wasn't that type of guy, that much he knew. "I-- Kurt, who says I'm going to tell him?" he pointed out, bringing Kurt closer to him. "I don't -- Kurt you can't expect me to.. Ignore this or -- or you for that matter." he said, wondering if the way he was feeling was .. Slutty? He couldn't exactly control his feelings, and he didn't want to. He didn't want to stop caring about Kurt the way he did, and he couldn't. "I-I .. I didn't stop liking you.. I still.. I still -- You.." he huffed out a breath, wondering what he could say to convey what he felt. "Kurt you have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now." he stated bluntly, his eyes quickly looking down to Kurt's lips. "And -- and I can't. And I'm sorry.."
Kurt frowned at the familiar shock that flew through his body as Blaine grabbed his hand, preventing him from walking away. Blaine had a boyfriend now, and because of that Kurt knew that he had to learn to ignore the spark between himself and Blaine. As much as he detested Sebastian Kurt refused to come between him and Blaine. If Sebastian was someone who made Blaine happy, then so be it. In the end Kurt just wanted Blaine to be happy, and at this point Kurt seemed sure that he wouldn't be able to make Blaine happy anymore; he'd already blown his chance. Even though Blaine seemed to assure Kurt that he wouldn't be telling Sebastian about what had transpired that day in the park Kurt couldn't help but feel that Sebastian would find out somehow. He already knew that the older boy was conniving, especially after the texting incident. Kurt knew that Sebastian would somehow manage to get the information out of Blaine, one way or another. Blaine's confession about wanting to kiss him made Kurt nearly gasp in astonishment. He was completely convinced that Blaine had moved on from his crush; and yet there he was, telling Kurt that he wanted to kiss him. It took all Kurt had not to close the gap between himself and Blaine and kiss him with passionate intensity. "Y-you do?" he asked, just so he could give his mouth something to do other than lust to have Blaine's mouth pressed against it.
Blaine nodded, bringing his other hand to cover the other side of Kurt's. He timidly played with the tips of Kurt's fingers, keeping himself occupied so that he didn't have to meet Kurt's eyes fully. It was true that he wanted to kiss Kurt. That was all he wanted to do. But not only would it probably be inappropriate and rushed right now -- but it would be unfaithful, and if there was ever a chance of a relationship with Kurt, Blaine knew that he didn't want that to begin on a foundation of lies. "I -- yes.. So much but --" he looked up into Kurt's blue eyes this time, showing sincere remorse. "That -- that would be cheating.. And -- I never ever want to be a cheater." he stated, shaking his head gently. "It wouldn't be fair on you.. And it wouldn't be fair on Sebastian. Plus I -- I don't want you to.. To suddenly feel rushed to -- to come out and.. I mean -- I don't expect you to be suddenly 100% okay with it because.. Nobody ever can be, really.. And that goes for everyone no matter what sexuality really.. We're never totally happy with ourselves.. But I know /this/ -- this is hard.. At first and -- and well.. I'll get back to you when I'm old." he laughed. "Being out to anyone at all takes some getting used to.. And I'm really honored that you chose to tell me.. And I don't want to rush you.."
Kurt kept his eyes locked on Blaine as the younger played with the tips of his fingers. He wanted Blaine to look him in the eyes when he spoke, but he could understand if that wasn't something he felt comfortable doing in their current situation. Kurt wasn't at all surprised by Blaine's response to his question. Blaine was a gentlemen; even when they hadn't been on speaking terms he'd been somewhat cordial throughout. There was no way he was going to cheat on Sebastian, no matter how badly he wanted to, it was clear to see. A small, vicious part of Kurt's mind became angry with Blaine; upset with the fact that he couldn't wait at least a week to ask Sebastian out after telling Kurt that he liked him. Perhaps if he hadn't asked Sebastian to the dance so soon after Kurt accidentally asked Brittany things would have ended differently. Kurt ignored that spiteful part of his mind, knowing that the damage was done and he was the only one to blame for what happened. "I-I understand... Sebastian makes you happy, and you deserve to be happy," he said with a sniffle and a smile. "I... I /do/ want to come out. I don't want to have to hide who I am anymore... I just want to tell a few more people in person before I make it public knowledge - even though I'm pretty sure everyone knows already; they've been suspecting it for years." He shrugged his shoulders. It was the truth, Kurt had been taunted about the speculations regarding his sexuality since the sixth grade when he was the only boy in his class that puberty seemed to skip. "Thanks for listening, Blaine... And who knows, maybe... never mind." Kurt shrugged off the thought of he and Blaine becoming a couple one day. After the events that had just transpired he was sure that Blaine would move on from him soon enough, and hopefully Kurt would be able to do the same.
Blaine felt his eyes narrowing confusedly, there was definitely and issue of communication between these two because one always seemed to misunderstand the other when it mattered. "Kurt -- I -- Sebastian.. He.. He doesn't make me feel the way you make me feel.." he admitted quietly, letting go of Kurt's hand slowly and folding his arms over, hugging himself tightly. "And of course you do.. Everyone wants to come out, but it's understandable that you wouldn't feel ready to come out just yet. It's good to have a few people you love know.. Like Rachel for example.. Don't think about what those people think, Kurt. Narrow minded people who throw out things like that to people just /don't get it/. It's hard enough as it is without somebody telling you that you're gay, and then it's like.. You know you are too, but you don't want them to get that pleasure.." Blaine wasn't sure it would be a good idea to question what else Kurt had been trying to say, maybe too many confessions in one day was a bad idea. "Anytime.." he assured, not holding back and pulling Kurt into his arms, allowing his own to rest strongly around Kurt's shoulders, standing on his tippy toes in an attempt to be the comforter rather that the small one here. "I'm sorry." he mumbled into Kurt's shoulder, feeling his eyes burning and hearing his voice crack.
Kurt was confused by Blaine's statement. If Sebastian didn't make him feel the way Kurt made him feel then why was he dating him? At the homecoming dance Blaine had seemed to be completely enraptured by Sebastian, based on the various amounts of public affection they were displaying - though suspiciously often whenever they were around Kurt and Brittany. "Then why are you with him?" Kurt probed, hoping Blaine didn't think he sounded upset - which he wasn't. In all honesty he was more curious than upset. Kurt had definitely planned to come out to Rachel. In fact, he planned to come out to her next. Rachel was bound to be accepting of the confession, and if he was being perfectly honest with himself he wasn't sure if he wanted to come out to his dad just yet. He'd hold that off until he found the proper way to tell him. However, Kurt was confused by what Blaine was saying. Did he /not/ want him to come out, because that would mean giving those who had taunted him pleasure in knowing that they were right all along? "Oh... Okay..." he answered simply. Kurt couldn't help but smile fondly when he felt Blaine's arms wrap around him. Kurt realized the younger boy was standing on his tip toes to reach up to Kurt's height, earning a light laugh from the older boy. However, the sound of Blaine's voice cracking immediately wiped the smile off of his face. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's middle, gently running a hand across his back just as Blaine had done earlier for him. "It's fine. I understand."
Blaine was taken aback by Kurt's question, it definitely wasn't something he had expected to be asked, and now he had no idea how to respond. Why /was/ he with Sebastian? His brow knit in concentration, trying to think of a reasonable answer as to why he was dating Sebastian. "I--" he began, hip jutting out as he folded his arms and chewed at the inside of his lip. "He.. Makes me feel.. Special.. Wanted, I guess.." he shrugged. It wasn't a good reason to be with someone, but it was a reason nonetheless, and it was the truth. "But when he --" Blaine rubbed his neck so that he didn't have to say /"When we're making out and he starts making these."/ "It.. I don't feel the.. Spark..? That I felt with you.." He considered what Quinn had said in their phone conversation just before Blaine had come here, pondering over it as Kurt comforted him. He remained in the embrace as he spoke up again with a shaky voice. "I--I was talking to Quinn.. And I--I asked her what she thought when she heard Sam's name," he whispered, cheek pressed to Kurt's shoulder. "And she.. I could practically /hear/ her smiling over the phone.. And she said that she just.. Thinks about them and about how amazing she feels around him and how lucky she is to have him and -- I just.. Don't feel that way about Sebastian.. When his name is mentioned I don't -- it's like -- when -- when I hear /your/ name.. I can't help but smile like a dummy.."
Kurt cocked his head to the side as he listened to Blaine explain why he was dating Sebastian. He frowned at the boy's explanation, not because he was upset over the reason, but rather because he was upset that /he/ wasn't the one making Blaine feel special and wanted. However, Blaine's next comment made Kurt's cheek warmer than they'd ever been before. The fact that Blaine felt more of a spark when Kurt had given him a hickey as opposed to when his /boyfriend/ had given him one was both exciting and troublesome for Kurt. It was exciting because it helped rekindle the slowly dying hope that he and Blaine would somehow end up together at some point in time, and troublesome because it seemed that Blaine was in a not-so-healthy relationship. Kurt was no expert on relationships, but he was pretty sure that feeling more of a spark with your former friend as opposed to your boyfriend would certainly be a cause for alarm. "R-really?" he asked. Once again Blaine managed to make Kurt's cheeks grow redder, if that was even possible, and make him feel as though he was going to melt into a puddle of goop any second, all with just a sentence or two. "Now you know how I feel," Kurt said with a small laugh. "If... If you don't feel that way about him, then why are you still with him? I-I'm not trying to break you two up or anything!" Kurt quickly added, pulling away from Blaine as he attempted to cover his tracks. "I-It's just... why be with someone that you don't... get butterflies over?"
Blaine smiled, nodding slowly when Kurt looked for confirmation. He'd wanted to be with Kurt since that very first time he'd helped him with his French study, and ever since then it had been a rollercoaster. Laughing emptily in reaction to Kurt's question, Blaine shook his head reaching down once more and briefly squeezing Kurt's hands, swinging them gently, looking down, then back up again. "Because the person I get butterflies over was straight and not interested.." he pointed out, emphasizing the straight, sure that it was obvious who he was talking about. "Why.. Weren't you more insistent with the homecoming proposal..?" he mumbled, hands dipping into the belt loops of his own jeans. "And hey -- I didn't even /get/ one of those cookies and -- you.. Baked them for me?"
Kurt blushed at Blaine's answer. Blaine was right, if hadn't been for Kurt's 'straight-and-uninterest ed' facade this whole mess never would have happened. Kurt bit down on his lip as he cursed himself internally for not just telling Blaine how he'd felt earlier. "Well... that person's definitely not straight; and he was certainly more than interested. But unfortunately he's an idiot who was scared of what other people would think of him... But he's ready to be honest with himself now..." Kurt looked up at Blaine again, offering a sheepish smile. "I... I tried to be, but you didn't want to listen to me that day. Then I just lost my temper when you said you didn't know what I was trying to do, a-and I should've just told you what I was trying to do, but I let my stupid pride get in the way, and by then you were already with Sebastian... So I didn't think it would make much of a difference if I told you anyway. You... you'd already moved on..." Kurt took a moment to inhale a large gulp of air before continuing. "I can't take all the credit - Rachel helped bake them. But yes, they were for you... I'll make you some more someday." He let out a half laugh and gave Blaine another sheepish smile.
Blaine giggled shyly, a small smile turning up his lips while Kurt explained that the object of Kurt's affections was definitely not straight or uninterested. "Hey, you're -- /he's/ not an idiot.." Blaine frowned, chuckling quietly. He too wished that Kurt had been able to be comfortable telling Blaine that he was gay, that he liked him or at least indicating that there was a chance that they could somehow be together as opposed to what Blaine had previously believed. "I'm sorry, I was just.. Really.. Really upset.." he mumbled, turning his head slowly. "I only asked him to the dance after that incident.. And -- I hardly understand why.. I guess I'm just lucky that he realized what he'd done was wrong." he shrugged. He could feel himself grinning when Kurt said he's make him some cookies someday, and he couldn't help but look up and sheepishly decide -- "It's a date." Of course it was a figure of speech, but maybe.. Maybe he could end things with Sebastian.. And maybe.. Maybe there could be a date. Bearing that in mind, Blaine sighed once more. "Kurt I-- this is so dumb but I'm supposed to be going to Sebastian's house and I don't want him to break out in a rage upon you because you were spending time with me.. And -- with that said, could you.. Promise to tell me what he said to you..? Please?" he pleaded, before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist. "I'll talk to you later, yeah?"
Kurt found himself a bit /too/ excited about Blaine's use of the word date. He'd clearly used it as a figure of speech, but even so Kurt felt as though the word seemed to be holding some kind of foreshadowing behind it. Or perhaps he was just spending too much time studying literary terms for his English class and was beginning to over analyze everything around him. Kurt hoped it was the first option. The mention of Sebastian, especially the context in which he was mentioned, managed to deflate Kurt's slightly elevated mood by quite a bit. Of course Blaine was off to see his boyfriend, they were /together/ after all. Kurt nodded solemnly and murmured a brief, "Mhm," in a somewhat bitter manner. Kurt's dislike for Sebastian was slowly growing, and it was then that he made a mental note to never have a face to face conversation with him, because Kurt was almost absolutely positive that if that happened it would /not/ end well. Kurt sighed as Blaine wrapped his arms around his waist. He didn't particularly feel up to delving into the various things Sebastian had said to him via text message several days ago, and decided it was best to save that story for another day. "I will... Just not today. Maybe tomorrow, or the day after that. Go - go be with your boyfriend. I don't want to get you in trouble," he said while giving Blaine a short hug before pulling away. "Thank you, Blaine... for everything."
