Battlefield

2

Okay, Chapter 2 is here!

The hallways were filled quickly when the final bell rang. I immediately sought out Rachel and-hold the hell up! Was that a mule? Okay, that is an all time low and fashion suicide, even for Berry. What did I need to do? Oh, Quinn, right! Rachel can wait.  

I pushed through the crowd and stopped Rachel at her locker. 

"Where's Quinn?" I asked, slightly out of breath from pushing through the crowd. 

"Right here," Quinn said slowly from behind me. "Kurt, is everything okay? You seemed off today in French. Even Azimio had his hand up before you. What's the matter?"

I glance around the hall to make sure Blaine, Mike, or Sam aren't anywhere to be seen. "It's Blaine. Or me. I don't know yet. Can you just meet me at the Lima Bean. I don't want to chance Blaine hearing anything about this until I figure this out."

"Oh, my God. Kurt. Are you going to break up with Blaine?" Rachel gasped from behind me.

"I don't know, right now! Just come to the Lima Bean. Both of you." And with that said, I turned on my heel and walked out to my Navigator to get to the coffee shop before the after school rush.

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I pulled into the parking lot of the local coffee shop Blaine had shown me last year. That was a good day. I glanced around to make sure no one from McKinley or Dalton was around to overhear the shit that was about to go down.

I turned around and saw Quinn and Rachel were getting out of Quinn's PT Cruiser. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Knowing that I had a couple of friends who are willing to come and help me in my desperate hour of need.

"Okay, Kurt," Quinn said, ripping me out of my reverie. "What did you need to talk about?" I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing coherent came out.

"I, uh, I wanted to- and fight with Blaine. Meryl's better than Idina and pizza fight. Feminism called me a girl. Kicked him out. I don't know what to do, Quinn!"

"Kurt. Honey, that made no sense." Rachel said as she draped her hand over mine.

"Okay, so Blaine and I have been fighting quite a bit. It's ridiculous. First it was about a month and a half ago about who was topping," I felt my cheeks flush, but continued anyway. "Then, it was two weeks ago about who loved who more. Lately, it's been over stupid things and last- last night he called me..." I couldn't finish that. How is it that the only guy who never thought I was too feminine called me a feminist? Implied he thinks of me as the girl in the relationship?

"--urt! Ku-urt!" Quinn was waving a hand in my face. 

"What? Oh, yeah. He called me a- a 'feminist'."

"Well, what's wrong with that?" Rachel asked from behind me. When the hell did she get up?

"He implied that I'm the 'girl' too. I mean he, like, emphasized my middle name."

"I didn't know you had a middle name!" Okay, bitch. How long have we been friends?  I thought I was the only one!" Bless her little, self-centered mind. How did Quinn put up with it? "What is your middle name, anyway? Oh, and Quinn, are we still going to the movies tonight?"

"Rachel, honey, that can wait. This is a little more important at the moment. We'll... talk... about that later." I looked over at Rachel and saw her blushing and smirking, I remembered those days. When everything about a serious relationship was endearing. It stills is; when my relationship isn't a relation-shit. "Kurt," Quinn broke me from my thoughts, "if he is going to throw around names or implications like that and it offends you, you either need to sit him down and talk to him or break it off." Quinn said, leaning over the table.

"But- but I-" I began.

"No, stop," Quinn lifted a hand. "If you really loved him we wouldn't be with you. Blaine would. If you truly love him, then you need to go talk to him, not us. He called you a name and it hurt your feelings, tell him that." 

"He knows what he said was wrong. I saw it in the look in his eyes."

"Then, talk to him. If he knows what he did was wrong, then it's going to be you who will ruin the relationship. I know that you really don't want to hear that, but it's true. Sorry."

I looked at Quinn. I really want to be mad at her, but she's right. I looked at Rachel. She was looking at Quinn exactly how I used to look at Blaine, with complete and utter love. I stood up and ran out of the coffee shop before my mind knew what I was doing. I have to find Blaine. I need to fix this. I sat in my Navigator for a few minutes and thought, remembered. Oh, the memories of me and Blaine in this thing. I remembered the long discussion about what we loved about each other we had in here after the first 'I love you'. The one time we sat in the backseat for an hour while my dad was outside talking to the neighbor and he thought I was already asleep. And when Blaine had to drive because I got to drunk at another infamous Rachel Berry party. My mind quickly jumped to memories of Blaine's car. The time we got caught making out in the backseat by his parents. The time we had out first... Our first fight. Reaching a hand under my right eye I felt a warm,  wet trail of tears.

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Okiii so this chapter is really short, but I kinda want this to be a long multi-chap and I decided to leave this as a cliffhanger. Give me your thoughts cos idk how I feel about how I ended this chapter tho. Idk yet; we'll have to see. ;)
I'm also going to wait until this story has 100 views before I continue. This is going to take a looooong time haha. PEACE OUT, GIRL SCOUTS!!!!!!