A/N: Because reading Pride and Prejudice has been giving me all of these Klaine feels. I also wrote this listening to "Come What May" which probably wasn't the best idea. If you are familiar with the novel, you will know that this does not end on an especially good note. Used the movie as well as the book itself for reference. Enjoy!

The rain was coming down hard as Kurt ran the length of the stone bridge that ran across the pond now overflowing with water. He picked up the hem of his trousers that were heavy with mud at the bottom as he splashed through the puddles that somehow were even under the shelter. He leaned against the stone, catching his breath as he watched the rain trickle down the sides of the wall. Wiping his wet bangs out of his eyes, he drew his sweater closer about his body.

He didn't notice the person standing opposite the wall until he had stepped forward, causing Kurt to be spooked. That person was Mr. Blaine Anderson, soaked to the skin by the rain, his usually gelled hair loose in wild, dark curls.

"Mr. Hummel," he began.

Kurt shook excess water from his boots as he looked at Mr. Anderson expectantly.

"In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

A moment of silence. Kurt gasped slightly, his lips parting in surprise. On the inside he was absolutely astonished. This man whom he loathed, and whose arrogance knew no bounds had just professed unconditional love to him? Kurt knew not what to make of this, but he was prepared to maintain his patience and hear Mr. Anderson out fully.

Mr. Anderson continued, "The only reason I came to Lima was to see you. I had to. I - " he took a breath. "I have come here against my better judgment, my families wishes, my rank, my...everything."

"Mr. Anderson, I - I don't understand," Kurt stuttered as a particularly threatening crack of thunder sounded in the distance.

"I love you -" he rushed out and then was surprised at his own words. Mr. Anderson broke his eye contact with Kurt for a moment and then resumed, "- most ardently."

To Kurt, Mr. Anderson looked very composed and dignified. His trench coat was open and soaked at the bottom, his slacks wet much like Kurt's own. Even his bow tie was immensely straight and pressed. But his face showed no sign of anxiety which supported his words. The veracity of his words, therefore, seemed doubtful to Kurt.

Kurt took a breath, attempting to stifle the color he could feel slowly rising up his cheeks. "Let me apologize, Mr. Anderson, for any pain I have caused you." He crossed his arms.

"Is this your reply? You're laughing at me, aren't you?"

"No." Kurt stated.

"You're rejecting me?"

"I hardly think it's unjustified, Mr. Anderson. I have many reasons that outweigh my favor of you."

"May I ask why?"

"And I might as well ask why you claim to tell me that you like me against your will and better judgement? That somehow you like me in spite of what everything else is telling you? That I'm supposed to believe that?" Kurt snapped, his voice rising.

"No, believe me I didn't-"

"But I have other reasons to think ill of you, you know I have! Even if my feelings towards you were indifferent or tolerable, do you still think I'd accept the man who has ruined the happiness of my own brother?"

At this accusation, the color drained from Mr. Anderson's face and he was taken back.. He listened without interruption.

"Do you deny it, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt huffed. "That you separated a couple who loved each other deeply? You separated my brother Finn from your friend Rachel?"

"I do not deny it."

Kurt's eyes grew wide at this confession. He expected to have to wrest it out of Mr. Anderson. "How could you?"

Mr. Anderson sighed, yet remained where he was, the rain continuing in the background. He continued, defeated. "Because...I believed Finn wasn't committed to her."

"Wasn't committed?" Kurt repeated. "My brother wasn't committed to the only girl he has ever claimed to love? Like actually love love?" Kurt took a step toward Mr. Anderson, the infliction in his voice rising even more.

"Look, Mr. Hummel, I watched them, and I believed Rachel's commitment was more than Finn's. Even Rachel admitted this to me!"

"Only because you brought up the idea with her!"

"I did it to protect her!"

"To protect her? What about my brother!" Kurt shouted back.

Mr. Anderson grew silent once more. Kurt became suddenly aware of his outburst and bit his lip, looking at the ground.

"I suppose you think Rachel's too good for Finn? That her...money would get in the way of..." Kurt muttered.

"No! Of course not!" Mr. Anderson dismissed the fact right away.

Kurt continued to not meet eyes with Mr. Anderson who was looking at him intently, the rain filling the silence.

"And what about Mr. Puckerman?" Kurt added.

Mr. Anderson's head snapped up at once. "Mr. Puckerman?" he asked, taking a step toward Kurt, splashing in the puddles as he walked.

"What is your excuse for how you treated him?" Kurt inquired, taking an equal step forward so that he was close enough to feel the hot breath of Mr. Anderson with every syllable.

"Why do his interests interest you, Mr. Hummel?" Mr. Anderson's hazel eyes searched Kurt's face.

"He told me what you did to him," Kurt said with a somewhat regained composure.

"Ah, yeah I bet he did," Mr. Anderson said harshly.

"You ruined everything for him, and yet you seem not to care," Kurt spat back with equal harshness, water droplets rolling down his cheeks as he spoke.

"This is what you think of me?" Blaine muttered. "Perhaps if your pride had not blinded you - "

"My pride?!" Kurt said, astonished as he continued in an acerbic manner. "From the moment I met you, your arrogance and disdain for others was immense. That only paved the way for your other misdoings that made me decide that I utterly loathe you, and you are the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry!"

As Kurt finished, he was breathing heavily with anger. Mr. Anderson's face, however, changed from being hostile to crestfallen. He gasped as Kurt's words sunk in and pierced his chest. When he found his voice again, he chocked out, "Forgive - forgive me, sir, for taking up so much of your time," and added internally a wish for Kurt's prevailing happiness.

Mr. Anderson took steps backward as he continued to look at Kurt defeatedly, trying not to show the pain his words had caused him. When he reached the steps leading to a path away from the shelter, he turned around and walked out into the unceasing storm.

Kurt gasped when he had gone, drawing his arms around him, suddenly feeling the cold air once again. A person so loathing and arrogant as Mr. Anderson...in love with him?