The sense i've been betrayed

Chapter Two. "Yeah."

Blaine

He isn't going to use the bathroom, I know that for a fact. I can tell that he was holding back crying and that he's only leaving because he's about to break down. I can't help but feel like I fucked up in some way, deep down at least. I'm happy with Bas.

"That was weird, right? He can't just expect to come back to Lima and have everything be the same. And him just grabbing your hands, it's inappropriate." He says. He's right. Kurt can't just show up here, not after leaving me in the dumps like that. Although I do feel for him.

"Yeah." Sebastian circles the table to sit where Kurt was so the two of us are able to face each other.

"Why would you agree to meet him here in the first place? You told me we were just coming here to get drinks and dance, I heard your whole conversation." His gaze meets mine and he's wearing his classic 'Im not happy with you' face. God, I'm in for it, aren't I?

"Well I just wanted to see him, its not like I still have feelings for him." Yes you do. "I just wanted to know if he was okay and make sure there wasn't any hard feeling between us. You're the only man that I have eyes for."

"Fine. But I'm not happy. And if I found out that you're lying to me, it's not gonna end well. I'm just trying to help you and protect you, all Kurt's done is be a shit boyfriend and break up with you when he got scared and his commitment issues got to him." He's not entirely wrong. He stands up and walks to the bar, returning with a whiskey sour and a dark and stormy. He hands me the latter and I take a swig.

"Gah- did you get an extra shot? That is so strong." I ask, some remanence of the drink sputtering out of my mouth.

"Yeah, it's easier to dance when you're drunk and loose. Drink up." We clink our drinks together and I try to stomach this evil-tasting beverage I've been dealt. I look over Sebastians shoulder and see him. Kurt, I mean. His face is more pale than it usually is with a hint of redness and his eyes are puffy and his hair is scuffed up. Something inside me aches at the sight. I hate seeing him like that, even if we aren't together, watching him cry would always make me equally upset. Every. Single. Time. If this was some cheesy romance novel, I would run to him and embrace him, even if it was obvious that he has just thrown up. He walks to the bar and presumably closes his tab before leaving out the back door. "What are you doing?" Sebastian's voice breaks me from my trance and I, again, meet his eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking." Not technically a lie.

"About what?" His voice is confusing, it's stern and demanding but soft, as if he's trying not to cause harm to my ears.

"You." That part is a lie.

"How romantic." He replies with emotionlessly.
"Come, let's dance." I abandon my drink and get dragged onto the dance floor. The song blasting over the speakers at the moment is 'Roar' by Katy Perry. Not exactly the music you would expect, but I love her so I can still bust a serious move. Seb and I dance against each other. Well not against each other but as in we're faced together and only a few inches apart. As we're dancing, I keep an eye on our drinks, making sure we don't get roofied by someone or get our stuff stolen off the table. I let my mind wonder off, dancing aimlessly.

First you cheat on him, then you drive him crazy with wedding plan and don't let him breathe, and now you date the guy that tries to break you up, what are you doing Blaine Anderson? I do want to be friends with Kurt, after all even when we aren't together we still get along and match each others energy perfectly. But how am I supposed to be friends with him when Sebastian won't let me have a second alone with him? Even if I did it in secret, he would find out when he does his end of week 'checks'.

I feel like I've backed myself into a corner, I should t have told Bas where I was going and just dealt with the punishment he thought was fair. Now he knows that I'll be trying to have some sort of connection or friendship with Kurt and he'll just constantly ride me about it until h gets the information he wants. Even though it's innocent.

"Blaine!" Bas's voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I bring my dancing to a halt. "Are you good? I've been trying to get your attention this entire song, you've been spaced out for like five minutes, what's gotten into you?" I notice that the last song ended and now 'Hotel Room Service' by The one and only Mr.305 was playing.

"Sorry, just trying to relish the moment, what's up?"

"Do you want shots or another D and S?"

"No, one of us has to drive, I don't want anything."

"It's one drink Blaine."

"I don't want anything."

"For fucks sake." He storms off to the bar to get himself more drinks and hopefully get me nothing. I let myself rest for a moment, my feet starting to hurt from all the jumping around. "Blaine!" I hear him shout from the table. I turn around to see him coaxing me over and I do so. I slump down in the chair and he sets a Shirley Temple in front of me, Kurt's favourite. "Since you want to be a baby, I got you the most kiddish drink I could think of, drink it."

What have I gotten myself into?