Live Love and Then? Run.

Chapter 1

"I can't believe, Mrs. Fraser, gave you a detention!" Rachel's voice exclaimed, as they closed our lockers, taking their bags with them while they walked down the hallway.

"Neither can I.." Kurt mumbled quietly, his head down.

"Sebastian clearly provoked you, so it's not even your fault!" 

"Yeah," Kurt shrugged, t closer to where Blaine was standing, talking to him.

Rachel instantly stopped where she was, getting Kurt to do just the same. Her face became slightly pale, and in not even a second, she suggested they go talk to Mercedes, who was putting away things into her locker just to the left of them. 

But Kurt just couldn't, and of course, there was a reason for that.

He smirked, his fingers just barely touching the boy's chin, though from any other view you'd say he was holding it there. Blaine slowly pushed forward, his hazel eyes glimmering, as though he was completely oblivious to what he was doing. Closer, and closer their lips got, and..

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"Kurt!" Her voice shrieked, as he forced himself past other teens.

His blue eyes stung, and at some point he just let the tears he was holding in free, in which they came pouring down his cheeks. Something inside of Kurt just broke, the feeling of betrayal overwhelming him. 

Blaine. Blaine. That name just would not leave his mind alone.

When he finally reached the boy's washroom, he burst through the door and then speedily went into a washroom stall. He pulled his feet up onto the seat where he sat, and simply shoved his face into his knees, and he cried... hard.

What else could he do? What else was there to do?

You see your boyfriend, by himself, going in for the kiss with your well known enemy. If that happened to you, whether it was a boyfriend, or, a girlfriend, you see that happen... would you not feel so helpless?

So alone? So lost? So... so simply betrayed.

It was at least fifteen minutes later, and his sobbing had come to a stop, or he was at least not crying anymore, so much, that it hurt his chest... or maybe, that was his heart. 

He wiped his eyes, getting himself up from the toilet seat. Kurt bit his lip, closing his eyes in an attempt to calm himself, so that when he got into his class, it wouldn't be noticed. Afterall, Blaine, would be there. 

Swiftly, he walked out of the stall and then into the halls. He quickly got to Spanish class, trying to explain that he'd been in the washroom to the substitute teacher, since Mr. Schuester was sick and at home, sadly. 

"That is not an excuse Mr. Hummel, and since Mr. Smythe was late as well, you've both got detentions after school, in this class, no buts about it." The man said, his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

Kurt's mouth gaped open, but he didn't say a word. His eyes just wandered over to Sebastian's, which were filled with a sort of happiness at the situation. 

But Kurt's certainly were'nt. 

Not with the fact that Blaine had kissed Sebastian.

Not with the fact that he'd have to spend now, two detentions, and one, with his worst enemy.

"The universe absolutely hates me." Kurt said in a soft voice, and he walked over to his usual desk, right next to Blaine.

"Hey, are you okay?" Blaine asked him in a low voice, frowning.

Kurt turned his head to him, and then swallowed hard, not knowing whether he should tell him how he was really feeling or not, or even the fact that he'd saw him and Sebastian kissing.

"Of course, totally fine, I'm-I'm uh, yeah, totally fine." He stammered to his boyfriend, who right away smiled.

"Great, okay, I was thinking.. Well, after your detention obviously... I'll come over to your house."

"What, why?"

"For... studying."

"Oh.. Yeah, sure."

"I was kidding Kurt, unless... you actually want to.." Blaine muttered, peering down at his hands.

"Oh my god, you mean.. Oh! I'm so sorry, I just totally am, ugh, I'm sorry." Kurt quietly babbled, as he frustratedly put his face in his hands.

Blaine chuckled, "It's fine, Kurt. If you don't want to, like, if you aren't in the mood for it today.."

"No, I am, I just-" Kurt was stopped immediately.

"Mr. Hummel," the substitute grumbled, his head directed to Kurt, "and Blaine.." His eyes narrowed, looking at him.

"Sorry... Mr. Anderson." Blaine uttered, and this..

Well it just made Kurt's day.