Nobody Loves Me Like You Do

Chapter 14: After Effect

"It was too much wasn't it?" Blaine asks, panicked. "Oh god, it was."

I just kind of look at him, I'm still not over the fact that he never liked me in the first place and I just made the whole situation up in my head. Sure I want him to be happy and all that jazz, but I want him to be happy with me. Not some random guy named Jeremiah. The blonde boy steps out of the back of the store with a hood on his head.

"Jeremiah! Hi!" Blaine exclaims walking over to him.

Jeremiah looks at him weirdly, "What were you doing? I just got fired. Nobody here knows I'm gay..."

I look up at him skeptically, "May I say something. Just with the hair... I think they do."

"I'm really sorry I didn't mean to out you or anything I just didn't think-" Blaine starts.

"Right, you didn't think. Look, we went out for coffee a few times. That doesn't mean that we are together or anything," Jeremiah says apologetically. "Plus I'd get arrested if we were because your underage."

Blaine blushes clearly uncomfortable, "You're right, I'm-I'm really sorry. Have a good rest of your day."

I stand up and Blaine and I walk away in silence, I glance behind us and see the assistant manager to the gap walk the other way quickly. Blaine walks quickly trying to get as far away from the clothing shop as possible. The Warblers are already back at Dalton no doubt practicing for Sectionals. I slightly jog to catch up with him, my hands awkwardly in my pockets. He has tears in his eyes and a blush spread across his face. Even in distress, he looks as beautiful as ever. His greenish hazely eyes shine with tears he is restraining, his cheeks dusted lightly with pink, his curls breaking loose from the helmet of hair gel, and his lips slightly quivering as he tries not to cry.

"Are you alright?" I ask him cautiously.

Blaine shakes his head and a tear sneaks down his cheek dripping off of his chin.

I sigh, "It's okay you know. I've read into things more times than I can count."

"Can we just not talk about it right now, please?" he says his voice cracking slightly.

"Yeah, yeah, sure I'm sorry," I look down at the ground.

I feel Blaine's gaze on me, "No, I'm sorry. I dragged you into this and you were just trying to make me feel better."

"You have every right to be mad at me, I was prying."

"No, I don't. How about we just talk about something else?" he suggests taking my hand.

I glance down at our intertwined hands and blush. He doesn't notice luckily and we keep walking. It's extremely cold outside so it's nice to have the extra warmth coming off of him. We walk closely and when we get to the bus stop he sits closer to me than necessary. I can't help but feel hopeful, sure he just got rejected from someone and probably is just trying to project that affection onto someone else but it's nice.

I suggest that we go grab some coffee before heading back to the Academy. We make our way to the Lima Bean and I get a sudden rush of courage to tell him how I feel. We walk into the shop and the smell of freshly ground coffee fills my senses. I take a deep breath enjoying the smell. I glance at Blaine who looks miserable around all the Valentine's day decorations.

"Ugh, is there anything in here that isn't covered in hearts? Gross." he scoffs.

"Well, you've certainly changed your tune," I comment.

He just rolls his eyes, "I don't think I've ever made that big a fool of myself. And that's saying something because I have worked at theme parks! I can't believe I just made it all up in my head."

"Can I say something, because we have always been completely honest with each other?" I ask, gathering my courage. Blaine nods slightly. "You and I- we sing flirty duets, you know my coffee order. Was I supposed to think that was nothing?"

He looks confused, "What do you mean?"

"I thought the guy you were going to ask out on Valentine's day.... was me."

"Wow...I really am clueless," Blaine looks away blushing then turns his head back to meet my gaze. "Look Kurt, I have no idea what I'm doing. As you and about thirty other mortified shoppers saw, I'm not very good at romance. I've never had a boyfriend-"

"Me neither."

"I do really care about you, I do. I guess I'm just worried that I'm going to mess this all up."

I nod, "So, it's just like when Harry met Sally. But I get to play Meg Ryan."

"Deal," he pauses for a second. "Don't they uh, don't they get together in the end?"

I ignore him and lean over the counter to the barista, "Could I get a nonfat mocha and a medium drip for my friend Billy Crystal?"

"Ah, you know my coffee order," Blaine giggles.

"You know what? I think I have something for us to do on Valentine's day."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"You'll just have to find out later," I say with a wink.

~Later~

I throw the remote across the room in frustration, "Stupid, useless, no good, entertainment system!"

Blaine laughs, "You know we don't have to watch The Notebook."

I gasp and put my hands to my heart in fake hurt, "Words cut deeper than knives you know."

"You know what heals those wounds?" Blaine asks, walking slowly over to my bed.

"What?"

"Tickle fights!"

"Ahhhhhh! Blaine!"

Blaine lunges at me with his arms extended. I roll to the side in hopes to avoid him landing on top of me. To my dismay, the tactic didn't work. He moves his fingers to my sides wiggling them. Laughter bubbles in my throat and I fight to keep the giggles at bay. He presses harder and I burst out in a fit of giggles.

"Blaine, Blaine, please," I gasp in between laughter.

"Please what? I couldn't quite hear you," he teases.

"I'm going to die! Please!" I choke out.

He stops and I notice how close our faces are. I glance down at his lips. His red, plump, smiling lips. Then back up to his eyes, I could get lost in his eyes. Bright and grinning. I don't know how long we lay there just staring at each other. Suddenly our faces move closer together, almost as if they were magnets.

I put my hands on his chest and push lightly, "Blaine..."

He snaps out of the daze he was in and gets up quickly, "S-sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Hey, it's okay. We just got caught up in the moment," I say dismissively.

His face falls and I immediately regret what I said.

"I didn't mean-"

"No, I get it."

"Blaine. You don't understand. I wanted to kiss you, trust me I did. But you just got turned down by someone and I don't want to be a rebound."

Blaine looks at me sadly, "Yeah, I understand. Sorry I didn't mean to... make you feel uncomfortable."

I smile at him softly, "You don't need to apologize."

He nods.