I'm Charlotte and once I had a successful text post so I now believe I'm funnier than I actually am.
“They’re good,” Blaine noted as he pushed Kurt backstage, the sounds of the Warblers drifting from the stage.
Kurt snorted. “You’ll probably beat them. I mean, if I was on stage that you would definitely beat them, but I guess you’ll have to make do without me.”
Blaine tore his eyes away from the show choir on stage, smiling slightly down at Kurt. “It won’t be as fun performing without you.”
Kurt rolled his eyes. “Stop with the sappiness, Anderson, you’ve never even performed with me before. Besides, you’ve got a solo so I’m pretty sure it’ll be fun for you.”
Blaine’s reply was cut off by the raucous applause from the audience as the Warblers finished, bowed and started walking off stage. Kurt stiffened as he caught sight of Wes and David – who were both glaring at him as they made their way over to Blaine.
“Hey guys!” Blaine greeted cheerfully (when was the boy ever not cheerful?).
“Hey,” Wes said civilly, his eyes darting down at Kurt every couple of seconds with very obvious suspicion and dislike. “How are you, Blaine?”
“Good. Really nervous for the competition though. Especially after seeing how good you guys were.”
David, attempting to diffuse the mounting tension between Kurt and Wes, jumped in with, “Yeah. We had to admit to ourselves that Christian was really the only person who could fill your shoes, though it took Wes about a month to say anything but criticisms to him.”
Kurt felt Blaine shift awkwardly behind him. “Yeah… He was good. You, erm, you made a good choice with him.”
“Who’s Christian?” Kurt demanded, tired of being left out of the conversation even though the intense hatred in Wes’ eyes seemed to only grow when he opened his mouth.
“Oh… He’s my… ex.”
Kurt tilted his head back so he could stare up at Blaine, who was fidgeting nervously with one of the handles of Kurt’s wheelchair, avoiding eye contact.
“Your ex who beat you up and used you for sex?” Kurt demanded. “That ex?”
Blaine hesitated before nodding.
“And you’re complimenting his singing voice?” He glared at Wes and David. “And you two gave me a whole lecture the first time we met about hurting Blaine and now you’re giving his tormentor the solos? Did it not occur to you what a dickish thing that was to do?”
Wes bristled at the accusation as David took Blaine’s lead and avoided looking at Kurt.
“Kurt, it’s okay, I don’t mind,” Blaine soothed. “It’s… it’s cool.”
“We did ask Blaine about Christian before we even considered letting him sing,” Wes defended. “Unlike you, we actually care about his feelings.”
“Excuse me?” Kurt hissed, wishing that he could get out of the stupid wheelchair and stand at his full height; being talked down to by Wes was humiliating. “You don’t have any idea of what Blaine and I have been through in the past few months and you have no right to accuse me of anything anymore.”
“You broke his heart once, what’s stopping you from doing it again?”
“Wes, shut up,” Blaine snapped suddenly. “How many times do I have to tell you that Kurt’s not like that around me. Can you just grow up and accept our relationship and be happy for me?”
Wes closed his mouth, shooting a Blaine a guilty look. David was the one to mention that they should probably be going for their post-rehearsal discussion; Blaine still hugged both of them goodbye.
Kurt kept silent until Blaine sighed and said, “I’m not going to talk to him or anything, Kurt. I just want to move on with my life.”
“Whatever. Just stay away from him until I’m well enough to beat him up, okay?”
Blaine laughed. “Your romantic gestures astound me. Anyway, I better go to the greenroom to prepare. Do you want to come?”
Kurt shook his head. “I’ll stay here and watch whatever crap is going on next; it’ll be more entertaining than listening to Berry’s monologues.”
Blaine nodded and pushed Kurt slightly closer to the wings so he had a better view before bending over to kiss him gently, pushing Kurt away when he tried to slip his tongue into Blaine’s mouth.
“If I let you continue,” he explained when Kurt glared, “you’ll get carried away and give me a hickey.”
“You look hotter with them,” Kurt shrugged.
Blaine laughed and kissed him again. “I’ll maybe let you give me one later.”
“Oh, you don’t get a choice, Anderson.”
11 Oct 2011