All's Well That Ends Well

ME!

A/N: This chapter is short and written horribly, but ill make up for it in the next chapter i promise

"Why are you listening to Christmas music? It's nowhere near Christmas, dude." Blaine calls from the bedroom, hearing the opening notes of 'Baby It's Cold Outside'. He was in bed, covered in the blanket and staring out the window, even though it was only about 8 o'clock.

"I'm in a festive mood, deal with it!"

"Maybe I don't want to", Blaine laughs at his friend and kicks the covers off of himself, standing up and heading to the kitchen. There Kurt stood, leaning over the stove, cooking whatever concoction he could come up with for the both of them to eat. Kurt's back was turned to Blaine, apparently not hearing him walk up. Blaine laughed to himself, thinking about how often they ended up in this exact same scenario. Only this time, he decided not to startle the boy in front of him and instead headed back to the bedroom.

It was dark outside, so he sat on the bed and faced the window, looking out at the people on the street below. He frowned, feeling a bit restless.

Blaine was bored out of his mind. They had been in quarantine for almost two months, and he felt like he'd already done everything to keep himself entertained. Every board and card game had been played at least three times already. Every video game became repetitive, considering the amount of time he spent glued to the TV. He sung and danced, cooked and cleaned- crazy, right? But everything still seemed so utterly...boring. The days blended together and if you asked him, Blaine couldn't tell you the difference between Wednesday and last Friday.

Since deciding to put his feelings on hold, everything in his mind seemed so dull. Blaine never thought something like this could have such an impact on him, especially since it came out of nowhere. It seemed like one day they hated each other, and the next, he woke up and Kurt was there, all bright blue eyes and adorable laugh and intoxicating smile and it hit him like a brick.

Blaine threw himself back on the bed and sighed. Repress it, that's all he needed to do, easy. He stared at the ceiling, willing himself to think about anything else. Before long, he slowly drifted off, his mind on none other than the exact thing he was avoiding.

Kurt stood in the kitchen, only about eleven yards away, typing away on his phone. He had finished cooking around 10 minutes ago, so he turned the stove off and threw a lid on the pot when he heard his phone chime- a text from Mercedes.

Cedes:
soooo how are things going with your lover?

Kurt:
i seriously regret telling you any of this

A week ago, when Blaine left the apartment to pickup pancakes that Kurt forced him to order, he called Mercedes came clean to her about everything. From start to finish, he told her about the first day they arrived, the daily fighting, the day Kurt finally blew up at him and cried, shopping and buying music and watching the sun set on the roof. He told her about how he asked to be friends again. By the end, he was a blubbering mess, going on and on about how much he hated hating him and how everything was so damn confusing now.

When all of his ranting was done, Mercedes just inhaled, considering her next words carefully. "You do know he most likely feels the same way, right? I mean, you're not stupid, and from what you just told me-"

Kurt hung up immediately.

That was a week ago, and today, it seemes that Mercedes had decided to torment him even more. As much as he loved her, he really couldn't stand her when she was like this.

Cedes:
you know you love me

Kurt:
highly debatable