I'll Grow To Know

Needless to say, the car ride back to Dalton after the Gap Attack with Blaine, Wes and David was beyond awkward.

Blaine was grumbling and groaning everytime Wes or David spoke, which would usually involve their Valentine's Day plans.

Wes would roll his eyes and make a remark that subtly hinted the aforementioned flash mob and Blaine would bury his head in his hands.

Kurt would pretend to shift uncomfortably, as an excuse to scoot closer to Blaine.

He never noticed, since he was to busy crossing his arms and glaring at the back of Wes' head.

And in some instances, he would poke at Blaine's shoulder playfully, announcing on how Wes was just being stupid, as per usual whenever Wes would sputter out a relatively insensitive comment.

Blaine softened every time he did this, mumbling a "Thank you,".

Until of course, Wes would again retort something that would enrage him.

David would flash Wes a knowing look every time this happened, a smirk and a raised eyebrow involved. Wes would purse his lips, every time he felt David's gaze, shaking his head, the same thought running through their minds;

Why are they not fucking yet?

Meet me at the Lima Bean asap? -B

Kurt raised an eyebrow, still a little, well, confused from the Gap Attack, that happened no less than two hours ago.

He didn't know what to feel. He was angry, a little amused and a little...dare he say it - empathetic in Blaine's situation.

He did experience first hand said situation.

But, a coffee 'date' (note the use of quotation marks. Blaine was still a little uncomfortable with the concept - at least with Kurt) after he'd been rejected by a guy he supposedly loved?

This could be interesting.

Feeling rather hopeful, he texted back:

I'll be there in five minutes. x

He added the 'x' for hope.

And maybe a little confidence.

"I really, really care about you" Blaine had said in the coffee shop.

Kurt groaned, rolling on his bed yet again, staring, or rather, glaring at the cream ceiling of his dorm.

Now he had to look forward to spending Valentine's Day single, dancing alongside the boy he loved as the Warblers harmonized to something that would remind him that he was single and frankly, he was going to spend his Valentine's Day this year a little heartbroken.

"I don't wanna screw this up,"

As soon as the words were replayed, Kurt snatched his pillow, punching it repeatedly, growling deep in his throat.

Blaine - so - smack - stupid! - smack - that - smack - fucking - SMACK - IDIOT! - SMACK - STUPID FUCKING - SMACK - PERFECT IDIOT - SMACK.

Stupid Blaine always caring about my fucking feelings, Kurt thought angrily, tears brimming his eyes. He looked up, taking a shaky breath. So what if Kurt did get hurt? It would've been nice to know there was something between them ultimately special rather than to have nothing at all.

"Don't they get together in the end?"

Kurt lets out a frustrated huff, throwing his pillow back against the headboard. Stupid, perfect Blaine. He remembered that one night clearly. Blaine had mentioned that he'd never watched When Harry Met Sally and they decided to watch it together.

Needless to say, platonic cuddling was present and so was unresolved tension (that may or may not be sexual).

Telling Blaine in the coffee shop wasn't something he'd planned. Okay, maybe it was the ideal place, but it wasn't exactly how he had wanted it. In his mind, there wasn't a Jeremiah, that's for sure (It did however involve a song number that involved, say, Les Mis). He kind of wanted Blaine to admit them first, if he was being honest.

He knew Blaine had feelings for him.

He sensed it.

In every touch, in every coffee 'date', and -

"Kurt?" a knock on the door, an all-too familiar voice asked.

Speak of the devil.

"Hey, Blaine" he said casually, as he opened the door.

"Warblers practice in five minutes" Blaine said, forearm against the doorframe, slightly flushed "We're doing Silly Love Songs, by the way"

"I'm doing fine, thanks for asking" Kurt replied snarkily "And you could've texted me"

"Aw," Blaine chuckles "Where's the fun in that? Wes'll probably make us rehearse it till midnight. I at least want some time with my best friend"

Best friend, Kurt gulps, right.

"Let's go," Kurt insisted, straightening his blazer.

Kurt Hummel had an epiphany.

Right there and then, that Warblers practice.

They were given a five-minute break and spent it wandering around the room empty spacious room merely occupied by white dress shirt and tie-clad school boys.

Jeff and Nick had fallen asleep on each other almost immediately Wes announced the break, adorably so. Thad was sprawled on the floor, muttering how he'd never thought doo-wopping for five hours straight could result to extreme exhaustion. Trent and David were moaning about how Wes was slowly torturing them to death by show choir.

And Kurt, barely breaking a sweat, was sipping his Pellegrino as he watched Blaine and Greg, chatting and laughing at the corner of the room, a hand on a knee or shoulder every now and then.

He choked on mid-sip as he came to a realization.

Blaine didn't want to be involved with Kurt romantically, no matter what the circumstances were.

Whether he was the only one who sided with him in one of his ridiculous ideas or if he was the only shoulder he could cry on.

He was only and merely going to be Blaine's best friend.

He was only going to watch from the sidelines Blaine flirting or serenading another guy, becoming his boyfriend, watching them go off to some college in Michigan or something and attend their stupid wedding -

The back of his eyes burnt but he indignantly tucked his water bottle back in his bag, chin high and legs crossed.

No way was he going to cry over a boy.

Especially one who didn't love him back.

"Okay guys, from the top!" Wes said, practically bouncing to the center of the room.

Several people groaned and grumbled and spewed out threats of leaving the Warblers and gavel mutilation.

Kurt blinked, seeing Blaine flash a tired, how-are-you-doing? smile to Kurt's direction.

He turned away quickly.

He was going to get over Blaine Anderson soon enough.

The title's inspired by Charlene Kaye's "Skin and Bones" which features Darren Criss, and it's also one of my favorite songs. And I'm finally starting a muti-chapter fic. I don't really have much to say except it would make me burst of happiness and joy and Klainebows and unicorns if you reviewed or left an idea.

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