All's Well That Ends Well

The Man

"Ah, there he is! I was starting to think that you died or something" Blaine laughed out as Kurt emerged from the bathroom two and a half hours later.

"Can it, Anderson, I'm not in the mood for your bullshit right now. Go be intolerable somewhere else, please and thank you" he stated dryly, looking utterly drained and exhausted. He had just gotten out of the shower, so his hair was dripping wet down his neck and being soaked up by the plain black tshirt he changed into.

Blaine just ignored him and sat on a stool in front of the kitchen counter. "So are you staying here for what?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Why does it have to be me making the decision? Aren't you like... rich? Just fly back to Lima, you can afford it. Or did Daddy's money run out already?"

For a moment, Kurt could have sworn that he saw a flash of.... something on Blaine's face. A mix of hurt, despair, and defeat. But it was gone just as soon as it appeared, and Blaine just said "Just answer the damn question, jesus."

Kurt felt a small twinge in his chest, but didn't know why. He brushed it off, assuming it was nothing.

"Yes, I'm staying. I called Mercedes and she said she- nevermind. But yeah, I have nowhere else to stay, so I'm here." Kurt cut himself off before finishing his sentence about what Mercedes had told him. He felt that it was unnecessary, Blaine didn't need to know anyway.

Blaine, however, wanted to know what it was about. Secrecy peaked his curiosity, and pestering Kurt was his only source of entertainment at the moment. "Wait, no, no, no. Back it up real quick, what did she say" he asked, with a huge, childish grin plastered onto his face.

Not having the energy to hear Blaine's mouth, he ignored his question and asked "Who's sleeping where? There's only one bed."

"Well uh..." Blaine started, bringing a hand up to mess with a curly strand of hair, "I haven't really thought that far. But I was here first, I should get the bed, you take the couch." He spoke and watched as Kurt walked over the refrigerator, taking a look inside before shutting it to look at Blaine.

"Dude, you got here like an hour before I did. And besides, Blaine, that couch is small as hell."

"Okay, and?" Blaine responded, slightly confused.

"I'm too big for it, and you're way shorter than me. You're basically a fucking hobbit. I could probably step-"

"Oh my god, shut up," Blaine said, letting his head fall into his hands on the counter. "I'm small, I can take it, Kurt."

At that, Kurt raised his eyebrows at the boy in front of him. About a million sex jokes popped into his head and he had to keep himself from laughing. A moment of silence passed in the kitchen before Blaine lifted his head from it's resting place, squinting at Kurt in confusion.

"What?" he asked, and suddenly it clicked. "Oh my fucking god, Kurt, grow up. And I still want to know what Mercedes said."

Kurt rolled his eyes for what seemed like the 600th time that day. "Why do you even care?"

"Because we're gonna be living together for god knows how long. If you haven't noticed, there's not much privacy here anyway, so there's no use in not telling me." Blaine just shrugged before adding, "There's also no use in hating me, but I digress."

With a moment of hesitation, Kurt sighed. "Fine, god. She said that she and Sam knew that we would both be here. Apparently they did it on purpose, they 'don't want their best friends to hate each other'or something, its stupid.

Blaine was quiet for a bit, taking everything in. All he let out was a soft "I don't hate you, though."

"Tell that to junior year at McKinley" Kurt scoffed.

Blaine sat stunned, a bit taken aback by the accusation. "Is that really what this is all about, Kurt? Something that happened over 4 years ago? You cannot be that petty-"

"Oh, says you," Kurt snaps, walking over to the counter where Blaine sat. "You know exactly what you did and I'm not gonna let you sit here and blame all of this shit on me." He spoke harshly and quickly, and to anyone else it might have been a bit intimidating, but Blaine stood his ground.

"You say that like it's my fault or something-"

"Because it is! It is literally your fault, Blaine, you can't be that goddamn stupid." At this point, Kurt was practically yelling at the man in front of him, which, if you ask his friends, was actually a regular occurrence. "Why do you think we don't talk anymore, huh? You think I just woke up one day and decided to ditch you?"

Blaine stood up from where he was seated. "Well it's not like I'd have known any better."

"You were my best friend, Blaine. For years. How do you think I took it when I had to hear, from Rachel of all people, about all of the shit people were saying about me because of you? We couldn't even do the 'straight guy friends with the gay guy' thing without you fucking it up and making me seem like some kind of predator."

"I wasn't even the one who started that-"

"Yeah but you never once tried to fucking deny it!"

Blaine took a step back away from Kurt, his words hitting him hard.

They both stood in silence, staring at each other. Kurt decided to speak up first, his voice thick with something Blaine could only recognize as pure, seething anger.

"The worst part is that you just sat there and watched it happen. When everyone was accusing me of throwing myself at you, when Karofsky and his goons assaulted me in the middle of the goddamn hallway, you just watched. And the names," he let out a shrill laugh, bellowing and throwing his head back, "they were just the icing on the cake. Fag I got every variation of that. Fairy, Unicorn, Gaylord, those were all too childish to be mad at. But the one thag stuck most was Ladyboy."

At the mention of that word, Blaine's eyes widened and a wave of guilt washed over him.

"It always meant that no one saw me as who I was, but as who they thought I was when they looked at me. Probably the most invalidating thing ever. I would have takem it from Azimio, or even Karofsky, but I never thought I'd hear it from you."

Blaine opened his mouth to speak, to defend himself, to protest, but nothing came out.

Kurt just continued on, seeming to be in his own little world now. "And then I realized that if someone actually saw me as a man like they saw you, I'd get an ounce of respect."

Blaine suddenly found the words he wanted to say, though they came out far too harsh, "Don't hit me with any of your feminist bullshit, Kurt, that's not gonna work."

Kurt threw his hands up, offended. "Oh, so because I want to be treated like a real person makes it 'feminist bullshit'? That's the problem right there! Even in high school, it was the exact same thing. And them you just got so cocky about it. All high and mighty and I got tired of it. I got tired of running as fast as I could, from everyone coming at me again and again."

He didn't want to argue anymore, he didn't have it in him. Kurt was tired, all he wanted to do was go back to sleep. Without hesitation, he walked away from Blaine and towards the bedroom.

"Where the hell are you going?" He heard Blaine's voice behind him and his footsteps following him, falling against the hardwood floor.

"Where does it look like I'm going, Anderson?" he responded, not bothering to turn around.

"Well, I mean, yeah, but why?" he asked, sounding genuinely confused. Kurt let out a small laugh at that and stopped when je reached the bedroom door.

"Look, I'm tired, Blaine. I don't feel like arguing with you right now, so I'm gonna go to sleep, if that's okay with Your Royal Highness" he said sarcastically, gesturing to Blaine, and with each word a bit of anger was released.

"Okay... fine."

Kurt then stepped into the bedroom and shut the door behind him. Was every day really going to be like this?