Title: Writing the Wrongs
Written for: MissKaterinaB
Written By: BloodRedLust
Summary/Prompt used: Missing season 3 scenes
This chapter is 'Kurt telling Blaine about his Valentines Day secret admirer'
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Kurt darted around the kitchen, tidying and putting things away after breakfast. Most of the mess was Finn's, as per usual, but Kurt had all but given up on getting his brother to clean up after himself. He usually ended up breaking something when he did, and he never did it properly anyway, so Kurt figured if he had to come along behind him and clean up anyway, he may as well just do it himself in the first place and save himself an argument. Things were going to change once they all got to New York though... there was no way Kurt planned to share an apartment with a slob.
The doorbell rang just as Kurt was wiping down the table, and he grinned automatically, knowing exactly who was waiting for him on the other side. He bounced into the foyer and opened the door, greeting his boyfriend with a tight hug and a quick kiss. He had only seen Blaine last night, at the Sugar-Shack, but after several weeks of missing him terribly while he recovered from the Warblers' vicious Slushee attack, those couple of hours they had spent together last night for Valentine's Day just weren't enough. He still needed more.
Blaine was heavily rugged up in a new Toggle coat and scarf, and from the icy breeze that blew past him as Kurt let him in, he understood why. He glanced down at his very warm, but also very sleeveless vest, and decided to dart upstairs to grab his heavier Duffle coat.
Blaine had followed him upstairs, and as Kurt took it carefully off its hanger, Blaine took it from him and held it out, helping him get into it. Kurt teamed it with a soft, woolen Burberry scarf, and stood back to admire his reflection in the mirror.
Blaine stepped up behind him, smiling at his reflection.
"You look amazing."
Kurt just grinned. "Don't I always?"
He turned away from his reflection into Blaine's arms, immediately noticing the sparkle in his golden hazel eyes, and pressed a long, soft kiss to his lips. He reached up carefully with his left hand, stroking his thumb across Blaine's cheekbone, while staring intently into his right eye.
"How does your eye feel?
Blaine stared back, smiling as he soaked up the caring concern of his loving boyfriend.
"It's fine now, honestly. I can't even feel it anymore. I still want to punch Sebastian in the face, though."
Kurt pursed his lips sympathetically.
"Oh, I know that feeling well. I want to do that every time he opens his mouth."
Kurt glanced at the door, knowing they needed to get going if they wanted to get to school on time, but there was something important that he had to do first.
"Speaking of bullies... or former bullies, in this case, I need to tell you something."
Blaine gave him a confused look, but allowed himself to be steered backward so he was sitting on Kurt's bed. Kurt sat beside him, one knee crooked up on the bed so he was facing his boyfriend. Blaine did the same, turning to sit sideways so he was facing Kurt, and let his hands be captured in Kurt's soft ones as his boyfriend's gentle blue-grey eyes demanded his full attention.
"Someone had been wooing me all week, sending sweet romantic gestures, cards, candy and flowers, even a gorilla-gram. I assumed it was you, so I just sat back and enjoyed it..."
Blaine's eyes dropped away guiltily.
"Kurt, I'm sorry I didn't do more for you for Valentines..."
Kurt reached up and laid a finger over his lips, silencing him immediately.
"Shh, stop. That's not what I meant. You were injured, Blaine, all I wanted for Valentine's Day was you back. That's not what this is about..."
Blaine just nodded, waiting for Kurt to go on.
"I went to Breadstix early on Tuesday, before the party, to meet up with who I thought was going to be you, and my gorilla showed up there to meet me... it was Karofsky."
Blaine's eyes went wide in alarm, but Kurt quickly reassured him that he hadn't been in any danger.
"He was the one who had been sending me gifts all week, Blaine. He wanted to meet up with me to tell me that he was in love with me..."
Blaine opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. His brow wrinkled, and he let out a small sigh. When he spoke, his voice sounded strange in his own ears; concerned, calm, but with a hint of a jealous undertone.
"What did you say?"
Kurt watched his boyfriend carefully, monitoring his reaction. He shrugged, anguish clearly showing on his pale face, and Blaine could see that in spite of everything Karofsky had done to Kurt in the past, Kurt wouldn't have wanted to hurt the boy.
"I told him that I was confused by his previous behaviour, no-one would treat someone the way he treated me if they were in love with them, but he was insistent that this is how he feels. I didn't want to shoot him down, not when he's so close to being able to admit the truth to himself about his sexuality, so I told him that I was happy for him, and flattered..."
Kurt reached up to touch Blaine's jaw lightly with his fingertips, and Blaine noticed the lights dancing in the depths of his multi-hued eyes as he spoke.
"... But that I was with you. I love you, Blaine."
Blaine grinned at that, leaning over to kiss Kurt soundly on the mouth.
"I love you too, Kurt. Thank you for telling me."
Kurt shrugged one shoulder, brushing it off.
"I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but I didn't want to keep it from you, either."
Blaine's lip curled up at the side in a half smile and he stood, picking up Kurt's messenger bag off the back of the chair for him, while Kurt grabbed two thick textbooks off the desk, and they walked casually out of the room together, heading for the car. Only once on the stairs did Blaine turn briefly to meet Kurt's eye, with just one more question.
"Do you think you'll hear from him again?"
Kurt was glad that Blaine had refocused his attention on the stairs, so was no longer watching him; making him miss the moment of hesitation that Kurt took before answering. A text message and two missed calls didn't really count, did they? Not when Kurt hadn't responded to them. David would get the message soon enough, it wasn't even worth mentioning.
"I doubt it..."