Blaine was very thankful that Kurt even opened the door. “I want to give you a proper apology and I want to explain everything to you. I owe you all of that. First off, I was being very selfish and I apologize for that. Okay, now to explain. My brother and I never had a relationship growing up. He made fun of me and told me to try harder at everything. My mom and dad? Loved him more than me, especially since he was straight. He left and he never gave me a number, didn’t even want to talk to me again. After he left, he sent updates to my parents and they would always tell me about his accomplishments and how I could be that successful if I wasn’t gay.” He told his boyfriend.
Blaine took a couple seconds to take a deep breath in to calm himself down. “I can go find his number but that would require getting it from my parents, who won’t ever want to talk to me again. They won’t ever get over the fact that I’m gay. But if that’s what you really want, I’ll do it for you. I really like you Kurt, I really do and I want you to be as successful as you can. I should have just gotten the damn number first and I’ve pretty much beaten myself up for not just sucking it up and getting it.” He told Kurt. He was starting to feel a bit weak so he just sat down on the floor in front of his boyfriend and let his head fall into his hands.
Kurt listened carefully to what his boyfriend had to say. His devious smile faded slowly as he realized what a fool he had been. His eyes started to water and he could feel a lump forming in his throat. He couldn’t believe how blind he was. He was so busy daydreaming about his success that he didn’t even realize how much Blaine would have to sacrifice for him. Kurt swallowed hard, his tears started to stream down his face and he tried to wipe them away as soon as possible. He didn’t want to make Blaine feel even more bad than he already was. ”I am so sorry,” he said in a low and breaking voice.
He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and hugged him tightly, burying his face on Blaine’s neck and crying desperately. “I didn’t know, I’m a terrible person,” he muttered, his voice muffed by Blaine’s skin. Kurt moved his face so he could gaze into his boyfriend’s eyes “I’m so so sorry. I stopped listening after you said you couldn’t help me and I had no idea… That’s awful, Blaine. I feel awful… I don’t know… Oh my God, I’m so so sorry”
That’s kind of mean don’t you think?
Blaine’s still your boyfriend.
Hm, funny, I don’t remember asking you for your opinion.
Blaine felt like shit still. He knew that Sam did the best job that he could to cheer him up but he knew what he had to do. He was going to have to over to his boyfriend’s place and give him a real apology in person. He found that he had some extra money this month so he was definitely going to use it to improve his sorry gift for Kurt. He went to the flower shop and got a large bouquet of tulips. He grabbed a small box of his boyfriend’s favourite chocolates as well before he went home and cooked dinner for him as well.
Blaine walked over to Kurt’s nervously, knowing that if he screwed up more, he was going to lose his boyfriend. He really liked Kurt and he wanted him in his life as his amazing boyfriend. He walked up to Kurt’s door, hands full and knocked. “Kurt, it’s Blaine. I know you’re upset but I have some things for you and I was hoping we could talk. I want to make things right.” He yelled at the door, hoping his boyfriend would hear him.
Kurt was in a rage. He couldn’t deal with the fact that his boyfriend had the chance to help him make his dreams come true and refused to do so because of some silly childhood issues with his brother. He spent his weekend with Rachel, romantic comedies and icecream. He knew he would regret eating so much but there was nothing he could possibly do. Every pity party demands lots of ice cream.
He was in his bed trying to drawn something when his ears were filled with the noise of someone knocking on his door. Rachel had just checked up on him so he knew exactly who it was. His boyfriend, or ex, only God knows. He tried to ignore the knocks and waited for him to go away but he was forced to get the door when Blaine started yelling, the last thing he needed was his neighboors mad at him.
Kurt opened the door slowly and looked sternly at Blaine, directly into his eyes, not caring for all the stuff he was carrying with him. If he thought he could buy his way out of this, he was mistaken “What do you want?” Kurt asked, his voice was cold and low. “I’m busy. Please be quick.” He stepped out of his apartment and closed the door behind him “What do you want, Anderson?” he asked again impatiently and crossed his arms over his chest.