Party -rachel berry style- Jan 24, 2012 21:20:31 GMT -6
Post by KURT HUMMEL on Jan 24, 2012 21:20:31 GMT -6
Kurt’s gaze lingered on Brittany’s swift hands as she mixed the drink, his eyebrows rising for a moment. ”You’re really good at that.” He spoke, honestly wondering how she remembered the recipes. Kurt was constantly reminding her about how to tell her left from right, or which textbook she would need for the class they were sitting in. How could she remember drinks? He merely shrugged and held his hand out, taking the drink from hers. ”Mhm,” He hummed loudly. ”I’ll come and find you on the dance floor later, alright?” Dancing with Brittany didn’t seem like much fun to him at the moment. Probably because having a girl in his face wasn’t too appealing. He looked back over in Blaine’s direction and bit the inside of his bottom lip for a moment. Blaine was dancing with Santana now. Kurt felt a twang of jealousy pick at his chest for a moment; even though they weren’t grinding up against each other like a few other couples around the room, they were still close. And Kurt didn’t like it. But Kurt didn’t have control over Blaine, so he forced his gaze back on the drink in his hand.[/b]
He sloshed the thick liquid around and sighed. ”Here goes nothing,” He thought out loud and brought the cup up to his lips. God, it smelled awful. He scrunched his nose up and gulped a third of the drink down, sputtering the whole way. ”Damn!” He wheezed out after his coughing fit was over. ”I wasn’t expecting that. Geez, Britt.” While wincing, he shook his head and turned back to Blaine, who was now a lot closer to Santana than Kurt remembered. He grimaced a little and coughed once more before downing the rest of the drink and began to march over to Blaine, tossing the cup over his shoulder as he walked.
Kurt slowed his pace considerably and turned the other direction, suddenly losing the courage he had built up to go and pull Blaine and Santana apart. He settled on speaking with Rachel for another quick moment. She was standing close to the bar again. He reached out and grabbed another pre-made drink before realizing who Rachel’s gaze was trained on. Jesse. Gross. He took a sip of the new drink and hoped Jesse saw the slight snarl that flashed across his features as he looked the boy in the eye. ”Yeah, her drinks are… they’re the best.” His head pounded a little and he was losing his train of thought. With another sip of the beer, he realized that Jesse had walked closer. ”I’m… I’m just going t- I’m gonna go over there.” He pointed across the room and sent one last grimace in Jesse’s way, gulping down a mouthful of the drink and admiring the way it stung as it poured down his throat.
Kurt sulked down and made his perch on the stage floor, sitting down on the cold surface and letting his legs stretch out in front of him. He had a clear view of everyone, much to his dismay. He wanted to hide behind the couch – maybe behind the counter – and drink everything Brittany would mix for him. About a third of his beer was left in his cup, so he finished that off quickly. He noticed the stereo sitting somewhere behind him – he couldn’t tell how far or close it was – and clumsily stood up to change the song. He wasn’t a fan of whatever the hell was playing, and Rachel gave him permission to switch songs… right? He couldn’t remember. He shrugged and grabbed a CD which had fallen to the ground. Using his shirt, he dusted the back of the CD off and ignored the “Who turned off the music!” and “What the hell, Hummel!” shouts from behind. He was having a shit evening already and decided that he could change the song if he wanted. As he turned back, he yelled something along the lines of ”God, shut up! That song was horrible, and I’m switching it.” In a grumpy, croaky voice that very much reminded him of the one time he caught strep. His lips twitched up to a smile when he realized the song. Well, he couldn’t place the song. But he knew it was Lady Gaga.
He stood at the edge of the stage and leaned against the wall for a few more minutes, his gaze not able to tear away from Blaine and Santana. He frowned deeply and swore he felt a few tears run down his cheeks. Honestly, he couldn’t feel anything at the moment. He turned his face to the wall and wiped the tears off furiously, forcing his obviously drunken self to suck it up. Blaine was suddenly in front of him, and he jumped in surprise. ”Santana can be a little overwhelming..” He caught before forcing his feet to hold all of his weight, instead of the wall. ”Santana can be a bitch too.” He closed his mouth before slurring about how she liked to dance with boys who clearly were not hers, and how she needed to get a goddamn life and stop dancing with the guys he liked. Instead, Kurt folded his arms over his chest.
”Sorry I haven’t been around for awhile, it’s just…”
Kurt frowned. That’s all that Blaine had to say? He thought ”sorry” would fix everything? Kurt’s features twisted up in disgust and he looked down to Blaine’s shirt; not able to look him in the eye. ”Y-You think… sorry is going to fix this? That’s all?! I cared about you Blaine, I fucking cared. I got with Sam because he made me feel like I-I was actually worth something for once.” He frowned deeply. Was that the only reason he was with Sam? Because he felt worthless without someone at his side? No. He refused to think that. ”I.. I love Sam. And I don’t know what your deal is, maybe you can’t accept it, but I’m done with calling you and trying to… hang out on the weekends. “ He knew the alcohol was getting to him now. He realized how close he was to Blaine, the boy could probably smell the drinks on Kurt’s breath. ”The fact of the… the fact of the matter,” Kurt slurred. ”Is that you don’t give two shits about my feelings any more, and…” He looked into Blaine’s hazel eyes now. ”I loved you, but you just wanted to-to be my mentor. Mentor! Of all things, Blaine. God. I’m done fantasizing about that, because it’s never going to happen, and I’ve just got… got to accept the fact that I’ll never get a happy ending.” His arms crossed over his chest and he turned his face away from Blaine.
What was going through Blaine’s head anyway? Kurt didn’t understand what he did. He didn’t understand why Blaine wouldn’t return his calls, texts, or emails. He didn’t understand anything right now.
What was he thinking? Blowing up on Blaine like that – like some ignorant jerk. Kurt almost made a run for it – out to his car. He could drive home safely, His house was only a few streets away. He looked to Blaine’s lips, not wanting to catch the sadness in his eyes. Blaine showed his emotions so easily sometimes. Kurt hated it. He walked forward and rested his head on Blaine’s shoulder hesitantly, feeling like he was going to puke. What was he doing? Resting his head on Blaine’s shoulder after blowing up and telling him off wasn’t smart. Puking on Blaine’s shoulder wasn’t smart either, so he pulled back. ”Shit, I feel sick. I didn’t-“ He shook his head furiously and tried to apologize, but jumped back when a voice spoke up behind them.
”…has the hobbit wedged his foot in his mouth again?"
His head snapped up and he glanced around Blaine, spotting one of the twins. ”What are you—what? No. Blaine just- You know my sex life is nonexistent, Ethan. Evan. Whoever the hell you are.” He pushed the two boys aside and walked back to the stage, plopping down on the floor and weaving his fingers through his hair, wanting to scream. God, it was hot. It was too hot. He peeled off his cardigan and tossed it aside.
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