Battlefield

5

Here comes a very long, very emotional chapter. Brace yourselves.

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The next week, nothing really changed, but there was no way I was going to let it get in the way of the New Directions winning Nationals. It was the last year we would all be in it, we had to win. I actually had a solo part, and Rachel and Quinn are doing a duet instead of Rachel and Finn, and Noah, believe it or not, had a solo. It was going to be a good performance. Very different, honestly. A few relationship issues were not going to get in the way.

"Okay, class! Let's get started. Puck, I want to hear you first." Noah stood center-stage and we all took our places and he proceeded to belt out 'American Idiot' by Green Day and we danced and Quinn and Rachel took the stage with a soft ballad about love or something by Taylor Swift. Then we did the group number- 'Sing Sing' by Marianas Trench.

"All my indecision. All of my excess," I sang and held a long glare to Blaine. "Don't you ever tell me I'm not loving you best. I just nee-" Blaine stepped forward and spoke.

"Wait, wait, wait. Kurt," he looked at me condescendingly, "I think you were a little bit pitchy, sweetie."

"Blaine," Puck spoke up, "whatever is going on between you two, you need to get over it. Kurt was flawless." He looked at me and smiled sweetly, which was a little... uncomfortable.

"Really, Blaine," Mr. Schuester said, "I am the director and I will correct anybody if need be."

"Whatever, I need to leave anyway. I'll see you all tomorrow," Blaine said and walked out.

"I should- I should go after him," I reasoned, he was my boyfriend after all.

"No, Kurt," Puck put his hand on my shoulder, "he's being an asshole."

"Yeah, but I should really talk to him." And get away from Puckerman, this is too weird. I ran out after Blaine. "Blaine! Blaine, please stop! I want to talk to you." I saw Blaine stop and I sprinted toward him before he changed his mind.

"What," he looked at me.

"What is wrong? I mean, I know we haven't been doing all too good, but what was just uncalled for. It kind of hurt my feelings too."

"Oh, really? Wow, well, maybe you should ask Puck to console you."

I scoffed, amused. "What are you talking about, babe?"

"I saw the way he looked at you, Kurt!"

"How did he look at me?"

"The, uh, the way I used to look at you."

"Blaine?" I stepped closer to him. "I don't care how Noah looked at me. I just want us to be better. He is completely irrelevant right now."

"Really?" He looked at me with his puppy dog eyes. I laughed at his adorableness.

"Really, really." I stepped forward and kissed him, slowly at first, then passionately. He pushed me into the nearest bathroom and up against the wall. I moaned when he latched his mouth onto my neck.

"I- uhn- love you- mmm- so- ohh- m-much, but- gah- we nee-e-ed to leave." He ignored me and kissed me on the mouth again. Planting small kisses on my face before sucking a hickey behind my ear. He lifted me up against a stall and rubbed his erection against mine. "Don't. S-stop!" Blaine continued to kiss me softly until he was roughly pulled away by-

"Puck?" I gasped for air.

"He said to stop, Anderson. You better watch it."

"What? No he didn't." Blaine looked at him and glared. "I mean he said we needed to leave, but then I made him cum in his jeans and I think he's fine now."