You Were The Song

Of Walks of Shame and Ghosts of Boyfriends Past

At first, Kurt didn't think much of waking up with a warm body beside him. In fact, it kind of felt really good. When his mind drifted back into consciousness, Kurt smiled and snuggled into the sleeping boy next to him, taking in the warmth that surrounded his body, the soft, comforting skin, and the sweet smell of Blaine's cologne...

Woah, wait. Blaine.

Kurt sat up abruptly, yet carefully as to not wake him. Sure enough, there was Blaine, fast asleep. He was so peaceful... His curly hair was all muddled up, sticking out in every which way, something Kurt was definitely not used to seeing, especially considering how much gel Blaine used to wear. As much as Kurt was a fan of the dapper gelled hair look that Blaine sported so well, there was something about this unkempt version of Blaine that made Kurt's heart skip a beat. Blaine's face was plagued with sleep, his eyelids gently closed and his cheeks relaxed, his lips parted slightly, breathing in and out ever so gently. He looked so peaceful... Kurt wouldn't dare wake him.

Kurt didn't remember much about the previous night. He remembered going to the bar and then seeing Blaine. He remembered drinking and dancing and... maybe kissing. Yes, Kurt definitely remembered some kissing.

"Mmn, Kurt. Don't leave, please." Kurt leapt at Blaine's words, not expecting him to be awake.

"What?" Blaine moved closer, draping his arms around Kurt in an attempt to pull him in. Kurt stayed stiff, resisting the temptation that was burning inside of him.

"Stay."

"No, I... I can't. I have to go." Kurt pulled away with a sigh. But Blaine was suddenly awake, alert.

"Kurt, no. It's alright, I won't-"

"Sorry, Blaine. I..." Kurt pulled away from Blaine for good. He stood up, gathering up whatever looked like it belonged to him off of the floor and approached the door. He turned back to look at Blaine. Still groggy from some alcohol induced sleep, he was staring at Kurt, his mouth agape and his expression bewildered. "I'll talk to you later. For work, and stuff."

"Kurt..." Blaine trailed, obviously struggling with words. Kurt gave him one last look, conveying all of the emotions from the previous night with a feeling of regret intertwined.

"Bye." Kurt said quietly as he snuck out of Blaine's room and out of the building where he proceeded to call a cab.

What a mess this was.

As the cab rolled on, bringing Kurt home where he would be safe from all of this, Kurt couldn't help but think of all that has happened as of late. Starting way back with his final goodbye to Blaine, and onto the year without him. When Kurt learned some very valuable lessons. Of course, he had plenty of teachers.

First, it was Randy.

Randy was nice enough. He was in Kurt's History of French Design class, sat at the desk behind Kurt's. When the word had spread that Kurt was now officially unattached, he was the first to jump to the plate. He asked Kurt out for coffee and the rest was history.

Kurt was really happy, at first. A few coffee dates, friendly discussions... Kurt felt that he could do it again. The whole relationship thing. He broke up with Blaine for a good, valid reason. To give all of these guys a chance, and here he was doing just that. And it was going great. Randy was sweet, polite, patient... All good qualities in a boyfriend that Kurt was grateful for.

Things with Randy fell apart when Kurt went to Randy's home in Louisiana for Thanksgiving. Apparently his parents didn't know he was gay and they basically blew a gasket when they saw Kurt. They demanded that Kurt and Randy go back to New York, break up, and essentially stop all contact.