Lies And Truths

Chp. X - Betty Boop

Blaine woke up at 6:00 am as he did every week day. He second guessed his normal reflex to text his boyfriend and got on about his morning routine with Katy Perry blaring through his speakers. No thoughts running through his mind— except, where was his hair gel? It had to be around here somewhere..

Blaine went downstairs and his brother, somehow still not moved out from college, called out to him, mouth full of toast, "Aye look who's sporting curls today. What? Cat got your gel?" Blaine glared as he searched the crooks of the house for the familiar round container that held his hair in place. "Aww I'm sorry, I'd hate to make you, Betty Boop, cry."

"Where is my gel," Blaine said growing more impatient.

"Huh? Don't look at me, I just figured you were looking for one of your curlers you lost overnight."

"Not funny."

***

As his curls hid underneath a hat, Blaine walked quickly into the school. It was already not his morning and he dreaded taking his hat off for first period (but less than he dreaded getting dress coded for keeping it on). Kurt met Blaine walking down the hallway, arms full of his notes and textbooks already.

"Is that a curl I see?" Kurt giggled a little, thinking he'd finally convinced his boyfriend to bare his natural hair.

"Stop. I don't want to talk about it." Blaine focused on speed walking the path to his locker uninterrupted. He stopped after turning the last corner.

In view was his locker, head to toe with his gel containers glued to the door of it. The only space that was left on the surface was where the door's lock was, and that was still almost too small of a hole to be able to put in the combination.

Kurt put his hand up to his face but didn't do much else to conceal his laughter. No doubt, he had an idea who would do such a thing. Blaine didn't find it as funny.

"My HAIR GEL!" Blaine stormed up to the front of his locker and tried to take one of the tubs off. Stuck. "Kurt!"

"What, what am I supposed to do," Kurt said, not able to keep a serious face.

"How did they— even my emergency stash?!?!" Blaine opened his locker and more tubs fell out. The bell rang.

"I'll stay and help," Kurt was still laughing as Blaine's phone buzzed.

"No, just go to class." He looked at his phone and the anger grew on his face. He turned the phone around to Kurt to show him the notification.

Puck- enjoying the curls today?

"This is unbelievable. I don't believe this."

"Oh he didn't mean it in a harmful way," Kurt said, not completely believing it himself.

"Oh my god Kurt I'm tired of you defending him all the time." The hallway was empty besides the sporadicly rolled tubs sleeping in the place they sit now. "Can you just... just go."

Blaine didn't look Kurt in the eyes; he fixated his gaze, angry, at the bottom of his locker where more tubs of gel sat. Kurt turned on his heel, not responding to the upset words of his boyfriend.

—————

At lunch, Blaine was there first. Then Kurt showed up with Mercedes. No one said anything and Mercedes looked between the two of them. She ignored the tension.

"So, Blaine, I'm liking the curls," she sat down and Blaine sat next to her instead of Kurt.

"Thanks but you should be thanking Puck. Oh ask Kurt, he knows all about it." Blaine played with his food.

"So we're doing this again?" Mercedes sighed and Kurt was about to speak when Puck showed up, late with an apple probably stolen from a random student's plate.

"Hola mi amigos, guess who kept me after class again?" Puck sat and didn't stop to read the mood of the table at all. "The Shuester, crap Spanish teacher, even worse glee teacher."

Kurt continued as if Puck hadn't shown up. "Listen I'm sorry but don't take this out on me."

Blaine began to speak but was stopped again by  Puck, "I think the worst part of it is how he cares so much and we're not even that good, like—"

Blaine stood up and slammed his tray on the table. The cafeteria hushed. "Listen Noah, you've had a problem with me since day one, so just come out and say what you did."

"What I... did?"

The cafeteria gained some volume again, but Blaine was still standing. "You're just trying to drive a wedge in between me and Kurt, huh? Go on, tell the table what you did."

Puck seriously considered fighting Blaine an option, but he couldn't stand another suspension. Instead he looked to Kurt, as if looking for answers of what to say, but only one thing came to mind. "So what, I kissed Kurt. We already talked it out and I'm sorry about it." He tried to play it off coolly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Y-you what?" Blaine stuttered and blinked as if he could squeeze out what he just heard. He looked to Kurt. Mercedes slipped another tater tot into her mouth and slinked back into her chair with wide eyes.

"I- well I..." Kurt couldn't believe this was happening, not here, not today. Blaine left the table and went out of the cafeteria as Kurt sat there, wanting to go after him but frozen.

***

Kurt ran out to the hallway, not looking for Blaine but needing to be alone. Not long after, Puck followed him through the doors and found him on the floor against the wall of the empty hallway.

"Uhh Kurt? Hey I'm sorry I thought he knew, the way he was acting and all." He timidly approached the other boy and eventually sat down next to him. Tears rolled down Kurts face. "Kurt look at me."

Kurt turned his crying face towards Puck. "Things- things have been going so bad with me and Blaine. I shouldn't-" he hiccuped, "-have kept this from him."

"No no no this was my fault. I put this on you and expected you to be fine with it." Puck looked down in between his legs; he fiddled with the loose string on his pants.

Kurt didn't respond but moved his head better to look at Puck, causing Puck to meet his gaze. The two looked into each other's eyes. They leaned in, about to meet each other for a kiss...