Blaine stared at his phone. Sunday. 11:30 PM. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want Kurt to be in fallacious relationship, but he didn't want Kurt to have a bad breakup. He curled up in his bed and drifted off into a restless sleep. He had possibly the worst nightmare.
Blaine's nightmare
Blaine sat in Kurt's room. Alone. He knew Kurt would be back any moment. He was right. Two minutes later Kurt came running in. Screaming...profanities? Kurt barged in and collapsed on his bed.
"I hate them! I fucking hate them and they can kiss my ass! I never want to see them again!" Kurt was enraged
"Wh-what happened? Who?"
"Chandler and Rachel. I caught them in Rachel's car." Kurt weeped.
"I don't even want to live anymore! No one is going to love me! There's no point anymore."
What happened next shocked Blaine. Kurt pulled a gun out from under his bed. He placed it up to his head, cocked it, and pulled the trigger. Blaine tried so hard to stop him but he was frozen. Finally, Kurt lay dead on his floor. Blaine was finally able to move. He walked to Kurt and fell to his knees.
"I love you, Kurt." He whispered before taking the gun to his head and oulling the trigger.
End of nightmare
Blaine woke up at 6:43 in tears. He reached for his razor and held it. Contemplating whether or not to cut. He decided not to and got ready for school. He threw on some ripped gray skinny jeans, a white v-neck, and a dark blue hoodie. For shoes? He opted for a pair of plain black Vans. He brushed his teeth and left.
He drove to the nearest Chevron and picked up a pack of Marlboro menthol blacks. The headed to school, lighting a cancer stick on his way to his car.
He arrived at school earlier than usual. He needed to talk to Mr. Schue.
"Hey, Mr. Schue?"
"Yeah, Blaine?"
"Can I play a song instead of sing?"
"Ummm what song?"
"You Belong With Me?"
"Isn't that country?"
"Technically? Yes. I wanted to do a cover. Heavy metal? I would sing it, but I don't have the lungs."
"Sure. Is it for Kurt?" Blaine blushed and nodded franically.
"Got get 'im, boy!" Mr. Schue grinned.
"Thanks, Mr. Schue." Blaine said as he skipped off to first period. Manners? Huh. Blaine liked it.
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The day went by so fast for Blaine. He couldn't wait to do this. He set up everything in the choir room and waited for all of the members to arrive.
"Okay, guys," Mr. Schue clapped his hands, "Blaine has a little presentation for us!" Mr. Schue turned off the lights.
"Go ahead."
"Thanks." He really did like manners.
"I have some grade-A extortion for you all." Blaine pressed a button on a remote which brought down a screen and a trashy film and hard rock song started.
Everyone watched in horror. Especially Kurt and Finn.
You're on the phone with your boyfriend, he's upset
He's going off about something that you said
'Cause he doesn't get your humor like I do.
I'm in my room, it's a typical Tuesday night.
I'm listening to the kind of music he doesn't like.
And he'll never know your story like I do.
He wears jerseys
I wear t-shirts
He's team captain
And I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time.
If you can see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see
You belong with me
You belong with me!
Walking the streets with you and your worn out jeans
I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be.
Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself
"Hey, isn't this easy?"
And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town.
I haven't seen it in awhile since he brought you down.
You say you're fine - I know you better than that.
Hey, what you doing with a dick like that?
I wear Toms and
He wears sneakers
He's banging your friend
Underneath the bleachers
I'm dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time.
If you can see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see
You belong with me
Standing by you waiting at your backdoor.
All this time how could you not know, baby
You belong with me
Oh, I remember you were driving to my house
In the middle of the night.
I'm the one who makes you laugh
When you know you're about to cry.
I know your favorite songs,
And you tell me about your dreams.
Think I know where you belong,
Think I know it's with me.
Why can't you just fucking see?
Why can't you just fucking see?
You belong to me
You belong to me
You belong to me
If you can see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see
You belong with me
Standing by you waiting at your backdoor.
All this time how could you not know, baby
You belong with me
You belong with me
You belong with me
Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me
You belong with me
Kurt ran out of the room in tears and Finn kicked over a chair. Blaine ran after Kurt. He finally caught up to him outside of the French IV room.
"Kurt, I am so sorry."
"Why?" Kurt turned around.
"'Why' what?"
"Why are you sorry?"
"I was selfish and I wanted you all to myself because I-I love you."
"I knew that, Blaine." Kurt wiped away his tears and smirked.
"What?"
"I knew you loved me."
"Wait, aren't you upset about Chandler and Rachel?"
"Yeah, it hurts, but I didn't really love Chandler and Rachel's a bitch. I still have Mercedes." Blaine chuckled at Kurt's analysis.
"But Blaine?"
"Hmm?"
"I don't think we can be friends anymore."
"Wh-what?" Blaine felt the tears roll down his cheeks.
"I think we should be more than friends." Kurt closed the space between them and attached their lips in a passionate kiss filled with nothing but love. They eventually broke for the need of air.
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel?"
"Yes, Blaine Devon Anderson?"
"Will you do me the lovely honor of being my boyfriend."
"I don't know. I think you may have to prove your love for me."
Blaine chuckled and pulled Kurt into another passionate kiss.
"Sealed with kiss." Kurt breathed alluringly.
A/N PLEASE READ-----------Finally!!!!!!! They got together. One more chapter and then it's done. I want it to be longer, but, sadly, its storyline is over. Love y'all! xxxxx Peace out, gumdrops!