"Blaine. You can't dothis to us."
Blaine winces slightly at how harsh Wes' voice is, he's never seen the boy so angry before. He's been dreading telling the rest of the Warblers that he and Kurt were leaving since their conversation only a few nights ago. He knewthey wouldn't be okay with it. Hell, Blaine felt pretty shitty about it, too. Not only was he the star of the Warblers, but he loved being a part of it.
"Wes, I'm sorry," he says calmly, avoiding eye contact. (The last thing he wanted to do was seeWes' cold glare that was so harsh, he could feel it.) "You know I love you, and the last thing I want to do is let you down, but Kurt's my friend and -"
"We'reyour friends, too, are we not?" Wes hisses, his voice growing nothing but angrier at Blaine's words. He doesn't understand why Blaine is doing this. (No one does, not even Blaine himself.) And so close to Regionals! They needBlaine to win. They need his ideas, his talent.. Blaine is everything to the group. No, Wes has no idea how much Blaine cares for Kurt. He has no idea why Kurt is more important than all the time invested into the Warblers. Less than a month ago, Blaine had told them how gratefulhe was for them, for Dalton. How perfecteverything was at Dalton, and now he was leavingfor some kid he barely knows? Just thinking about it makes him furious.
"Well, yeah, of course!" Blaine's tone is obvious, as if questioning Wes' intelligence. He shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath, before looking up at Wes. "I just... Kurt needsme." He bites his lip, tugging on the dark sleeve of his Dalton uniform. (Oh, he's going to miss it.) "You knowhe's not happy here, and I don't want him to end up dreading school, again."
"We need you too, Blaine!" Wes nearly shouts through gritted teeth. Is Blaine stupid?
Blaine simply shakes his head, looking down at his feet. "No," he mumbles. "Not like heneeds me. He needs someone who understandshim. Someone he can talk to." He sighs. "You just don't understand, Wes. The kid has been through somuch already." He looks back up at Wes, who's foccus is now on the window. "You couldn't possibly begin to understand what it's like to wake up every morning, hating life, hating yourselffor being something that's not your fault." He exhales. "I know I'm letting you down, Wes. You think I haven't thought of that?" Oh, he had. He stands up, breathing slowly. "But... Dalton is bubblewrapped. It's not like the real world is, Wes." He glances over towards the door, just about ready to leave, because he doesn't want to hear what Wes has to think.
Wes is the one taking a deep breath now, but to calm himself down. "I just don't understand," he turns, so he's facing Blaine. "Why you'd go back." He's chewing the inside of his cheek, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "I mean, you're always saying how hard it was, and stuff." He blinks, looking down at Blaine. (The kid really is a fucking elf.) "You've just escaped."
Blaine sucks in his teeth, just thinking. For the next few minutes, the only audible sound is their breathing. "I know," he mumbles. "But what I told Kurt - about it being my biggest regret, that was all true.I'm just.. Taking this as an opportunity to fill in the past that I ran from, you know?" Of course Wes didn't know. He nods anyways. "And I... I really like him, Wes." The last part is barely a whisper, but Wes can hear it clearly.
Wes chuckles, rolling his eyes. "You're an idiot, Blaine," he says. Blaine raises one of his thick eyebrows, confused. "We can allsee you're head over heels in love with Kurt." Blaine opens his mouth to interrupt him, but is stopped as Wes continues. "Or at least you're getting there. And you know, so is he. There's so much sexualtensionbetween you two, it's almost disgusting. I don't see why you don't just ask him out." He rolls his eyes again. "But... Have fun, okay? Call me. And if things get too bad, well, you're always welcome back here." He gives him a tiny smile. "Good luck, Blaine." He pulls his friend into a hug, and Blaine feels like he's making a mistake.
"You and Puck are dating?" Kurt nearly shrieks into his phone. Rachel and Puck were the last thing Kurt would have expected to happen. Rachel had been chasing Finn forever.Not only that, but he'd had no clue that Puck was even interested in Rachel. "Oh my God."
"Yeah," answers Rachel's calm voice from the other side of the phone. "I... well, I simply fucked things up with Finn." Her voice doesn't hint any sadness. Kurt makes a mental note to call Finn later. "But, enough about that.Mercedes told me you're coming back, and bringing that Blaine kid with you?"
Kurt nods, flopping down onto his bed. He looks down at his already packed bag, a tiny smile plastered onto his face. "Yeah. I, well, we are. Blaine said he thought it'd be... You know. Easier if I wasn't the only openlygay kid there." As he emphasizes the word 'openly', his mind trails off to Karofsky, and he lets out a tiny sigh. He tells himself it's going to be okay, he has Blaine now.
"So, what, are you two dating now?" she asks curiously, ready to give Kurt another lecture about why dating Blaine is a bad idea. (But of course, it's not herplace to say anything. She hasn't even met Blaine yet.)
Kurt pauses for a moment. Arethey? "Well, no," he says, chewing on his lip. "Not yet, at least." He leans back onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling. It's almost killing him that they're not dating, actually. Thinking back to his older crushes... well, just Finn, it wasn't even realistic.The thing about Blaine is that he actually has a chance.
(You're an idiot, Kurt Hummel.)
"...You're not?" Rachel asks in surprise. "Then why is he switching to McKinley? I mean, no offence, Kurt, but.. friends don't do that. Even really good friends."
Kurt purses his lips. She has a point. Sure, there's always that movie about ohmyGod,you'removing?Ihavetostopit!Letmecomewithyou! but in the end, senses are always come to, and the realization that it's not the end of the world hits. He lets out a frustrated scoff. "...I don't know," he answers quietly. "I don't know why he's doing this. He's been leading me on, and... and I really like him but..." He pauses. "He won't make the first move, and I don't know how to." Not only that, but he's kind of afraid of fucking things up because their friendship is great. What if he did ask him out, and Blaine said no? Blaine is the onlyone he can lean on for advice, and for help, because Blaine understands. Because Blaine's beenthere.
Rachel lets out a tiny laugh, resulting in Kurt's confusion. "Why don't you just ask him out?" she asks. "You're Kurt Hummel. You have nothing to be afraid of." She sighs. "Not that I recommend dating him, of course."
Kurt frowns. "I don't know," he says again. "I don't know if I could. I mean, he's like... my best friend." He chews his bottom lip. "Besides Mercedes, of course!" he adds quickly. "And, what if we're better as friends? What if we break up? There are so many things that could go wrong."
Rachel doesn't even hesitate to answer, "You're just going to have to take that chance, Kurt."
She has a point.
Kurt looks up at the sound of a knock, and a smile reaches his face. "Blaine's here," he says. "I'll call you back." At the sound of Rachel's voice giving him a 'bye, Kurt' he's quick to press the red endbutton. He drops his phone onto the mattress. "It's open," he says casually. "Come in."
There's a shuffle, and the door is open. Blaine is standing at the door, his Dalton uniform hanging off his right arm. He has a smile on his face, but it doesn't seem genuine. It seems kind of sad. Kurt stands up as well, biting the inside of his cheek. "S'everything okay?" he asks the older boy, raising an eyebrow. Oh, he hopes this isn't hisfault.
Blaines moves closer towards Kurt, nodding. "Yeah. Everything's fine," he says, mostly to remind himself that yes, sometimes change is good, Blaine. He pulls Kurt into a desperate, needed hug on his side, the other boy awkwardly wrapping his arms around Blaine, only confused. "Do you wanna go?" He pulls away.
Kurt nods, picking up his bag. "Yeah," he says, figuring the reason Blaine's sad is because he's about to leave Dalton. It's not like he wasn't sad when he had to leave the New Directions. "Let's go." He picks up his bag, offering Blaine his hand with a tiny reassuring smile.
I wanna scream 'I love you' from the top of my lungs,
but I'm afraid that someone else will hear me.