Breakfast that morning was very strained. Burt had been the one to walk in and wake Kurt, just to find Puckerman of all people in his son's bed. He was prepared to give Kurt a stern talking-to afterwards, but for now he just let it go. Kurt had seen the disappointment and anger on his father's face and was just thankful that he hadn't blown up right then and there.
Puck and Kurt sat at the table, both sipping coffee (which Kurt hadn't even known Puck liked) while Carole made scrambled eggs and sausage. Finn was slow to get moving even on the best of days, so he wasn't even downstairs yet. Kurt was two seconds away from leaning over and resting his head on Puck's shoulder when the doorbell rang. "Kurt, can you get that?" Carole asked, pulling the eggs from the refrigerator.
Slowly Kurt stood and wandered over to the door. When he opened it, he did not expect Blaine, of all people, to be standing on his porch. "Hey!" he said, that big smile he always wore plastered on his face.
Kurt looked annoyed and said, "Hi."
Blaine peeked over Kurt's shoulder, confused before asking, "Can I come in?"
Instead of letting him in, Kurt crossed his arms and asked, "Do you mind explaining to me why you disappeared with Rachel last night and didn't even tell me?"
Blaine gaped for a minute, searching for words. He seemed surprised that Kurt would even ask such a thing. "I…she and I were talking about Broadway…" he began, still stuttering through his words.
"And you ditched me, leaving me stuck riding home from prom with Mercedes and about six other people," Kurt shot. "I had to sit on Puck's lap the whole way."
Blaine looked a little hurt at that statement. "But…" he trailed off. "I was just talking with her."
"You really hurt my feelings Blaine," Kurt said seriously. He frowned and asked, "We're always going to be totally honest with each other, right?"
With a nod, Blaine said, "Of course."
Kurt looked around, making sure they were alone, before saying, "I don't know if this is going to work out right now. Maybe in the future, but not in high school."
Blaine looked confused and asked, "What?"
Kurt sighed and said, "Maybe I'm just being jealous or something, but I'm not okay with you just running off with girls and staying the night with them. You didn't even tell me about it beforehand."
"You got back fine," Blaine shrugged, desperately searching for the words he needed to change Kurt's mind. "Besides, I didn't really do anything wrong."
"You left with Rachel Berry," Kurt said flatly. "After that whole mess after her party you don't think I was a little hurt?"
"When she kissed me I said I was gay!" Blaine argued.
"The fact of the matter is you left with some girl instead of your boyfriend, Blaine."
Blaine sighed and tried to keep calm. "Kurt, I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd be upset. Can we not break up though, please? We can work through this."
Kurt knew that was the easiest option, and if it hadn't been for the night and morning he'd just experienced, he might have just said yes. He couldn't though. Not anymore. It was going to be difficult, but Kurt knew what had to be said.
"Blaine, I cheated on you."
Blaine looked incredulous. "Wh…what?"
Kurt looked saddened, but no tears were threatening to fall. He didn't even look guilty. Blaine scowled and Kurt said, "I'm sorry! I was upset and he was just so nice to me and…he's a really nice guy, Blaine."
"Nice enough to get you to cheat on me?" Blaine asked bitterly.
"Is there a problem?"
Puck stepped up behind Kurt, dangerously close, causing Kurt to close his eyes on instinct. Blaine watched the sight before him, shocked. "Him!" Blaine asked.
Kurt's eyes fluttered open and he leaned back into Puck for comfort before nodding and saying, "Yeah. Him. Blaine, this is Noah."
Blaine glared at Puck before turning to Kurt and saying, "For the record, Rachel and I ended up talking about Broadway and then she passed out and I had to sleep on the floor. If you had answered your phone, I would have come over, but I didn't know where you were."
"Blaine, I'm sorry," Kurt said, frowning.
The problem was, he really wasn't sorry. Sorry for cheating, maybe, but not sorry for choosing Puck over Blaine. "I'll see you around, Kurt," Blaine said, turning to leave.
"Blaine, wait!" Kurt called out, rushing after Blaine in his bare feet.
Puck sensed that Kurt was upset and went back into the house, shutting the door as he did so. Kurt managed to convince Blaine to sit on the porch swing next to him. "Blaine, I really care about you," Kurt began. "I really really do. But…I think part of why our relationship seemed so easy was because we were such good friends. We're honest with each other – almost brutally so, and that's good. But…I'm so sorry, but I just don't know if I have the romantic feelings for you that I thought I did."
"Compared to Puck," Blaine shot.
Kurt sighed and said, "Yeah. There were fireworks, Blaine. I thought that was all just some over romanticized idea, but it's not. It really happens, and…when we kissed, I just…"
"Didn't feel it," Blaine responded, defeated.
Kurt nodded and whispered, "I'm so, so sorry Blaine."
Neither spoke for a moment. Finally, Kurt reached over and took Blaine's hand in his own. "Please tell me we can still be friends?" he asked hopefully.
Blaine looked up at Kurt to see his eyes brimming with tears. Telling Blaine what he had done was harder for him than he thought, and when Blaine saw Kurt's watery blue eyes, he knew he couldn't be angry. Part of him had been thinking the same thing as Kurt – how long would it really last? Slowly Blaine nodded and said, "Of course we can still be friends, Kurt."
Kurt smiled and stood up. Blaine stood next to him and they hugged, long and comforting. They were going to be okay. "You should uh…you should get back inside," Blaine said as Kurt pulled out of the hug. "Puck's probably waiting for you."
Kurt looked at Blaine gratefully and said, "Thank you for understanding."
Blaine gave him a weak smile and replied, "I'll see you for our usual coffee date on Monday."
Kurt beamed and said, "I'll be there."
Slowly Blaine turned and left. Kurt walked inside to find Puck and Finn digging into breakfast and Burt and Carole nowhere to be found. "Well, your dad's pissed, but otherwise it looks like we got away with it all," Puck commented.
Kurt laughed and sat down next to Puck. Finn looked confused and stared between the two of them for a minute. "Wait…what's going on?" he asked, his mouth full of toast.
"I want to date your brother," Puck said simply.
Kurt's eyes bulged and he watched as Finn processed the information. He swallowed his breakfast and asked, "You and Kurt?"
Puck shrugged and said, "Yeah. I really like him and I want to date him. You're his brother and kind of really overprotective, so I figured I'd have to ask you before asked him."
"I'm right here," Kurt chimed in.
Puck didn't even acknowledge that Kurt had spoken. He just watched Finn expectantly, waiting for a response. "I…I guess if he says yes…then you can…" Finn trailed off, confused. "I don't think he's gonna say yes, though…" Finn added, noticing Kurt's annoyed look.
Puck turned to face Kurt and asked, "So what about it, Kurt? Wanna give me a chance?"
Kurt's jaw dropped and he stared at Puck. Just like that? He was that okay with everything? "I…um…" Kurt stammered, not quite sure that this was all really happening.
Puck stared at Kurt almost desperately, waiting for an answer. Kurt let out the breath he hadn't realized he was holding before saying, "Yeah…I'll give you a chance."
He smiled at Puck, who beamed in response. "Wait…what?" Finn asked, staring between the two of them, absolutely baffled.
"Sweet," Puck smirked.
Kurt blushed a little and turned back to his breakfast. Finn kept staring between the two of them as they finished their breakfasts in silence.
He would never, ever understand his step-brother.