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Breaking Point	By : silverdragon87 Category: G through L > Glee Views: 10461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no money from this. I do not own Glee or the Glee fandom or any of it's characters. I do not own Blaine and Kurt.

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Kurt Hummel, Blaine had decided, was going to be the absolute death of him. Kurt was holding sheet music with his hands, worse yet with his fingers, and ever since Blaine learned about him and Cameron doing the dirty deed, Blaine could not stop picturing Kurt, laying back on his bed, cheeks flushed with one hand wrapped around his erection, his other hand pumping fingers in and out of his stretched ass.

Blaine had stopped singing his part, which was kind of bad since he was supposed to be singing the solo in this song, but he found it difficult to concentrate what with the utterly filthy images of Kurt finger-fucking himself flashing across his brain, something not helped by the way Kurt kept singing vowels. Vowels that stretched his mouth wide, yet somehow never seemed to reveal his teeth.

Kurt would be a world-class cocksucker, of that Blaine was sure, but Blaine didn’t have time to contemplate the problem developing in his grey slacks because half the Warblers were staring at him as he continued to stare at Kurt. It wasn’t until the crystal blue of Kurt’s eyes met his that he snapped out of his fantasies and back into reality.

“Blaine?” Wes watched the lead singer quizzically.

“Oh, uh, sorry, I just…um…lost my place,” Blaine stated lamely. He knew it was a weak excuse, but Wes gave him an odd look, his eyes flitting momentarily to Kurt.

“Are you all right?”

“Yeah, totally, let’s just run through it again. Sorry,” Blaine apologized to Wes. Wes seemed hesitant for a moment before turning to the rest of the Warblers.

“You heard the man, from the top,” Wes commanded.

Blaine pointedly avoided looking at Kurt throughout the rest of their rehearsal and hoped made a mental note to get out of his coffee date with Kurt after practice. Well, they weren’t really dates, Blaine guessed, since it was just two friends who were getting coffee, but he liked the way it sounded in his head, a date with Kurt. No, Blaine thought, he really couldn’t keep going down that road. Kurt has a boyfriend he reminded himself. Yes, he would definitely have to end this whole coffee “date” business.

When rehearsal came to an end, Blaine steered clear of Wes’s inquiring looks, a feat easily accomplished as Kurt sidled up to him, close enough that he could feel the heat emanating from the other boy’s body, but not close enough to touch.

“Lima Bean?” Kurt asked with a dazzling smile. Blaine, however, didn’t meet Kurt’s grin with his own, his lips pulled down in a stony look. “Something is wrong.”

“No, not exactly,” Blaine started, nibbling on his lower lip, “it’s just, you have a boyfriend.”

Kurt’s smiled widened at the mention of Cameron.

“I just, I don’t want to get in the way, you know.” Great, Blaine thought, two lame excuses in the same afternoon.

Kurt laughed lightly, a twinkle shining in his eyes.

“Oh don’t worry about that Blaine, Cam knows all about our coffee rendezvous, he’s completely fine with it. He knows we’re just friends.”

Just friends. Two words that cut like fucking barbed wire. This wasn’t making it any easier for Blaine, and Kurt seemed not to notice.

“Come on, you’ve been distracted all afternoon and you look as though you could use a little pick me up. I’m buying,” Kurt finished with another mega watt smile. Blaine wondered why seeing Kurt smile that brightly irked him, before he realized that he’d never seen Kurt this happy before—and Cameron was the one to thank for it, not Blaine. That thought hurt Blaine more than any tales of Kurt’s recent induction into the club of the sexually active.

It took a little more goading before Kurt was finally able to make Blaine agree to coffee, and Blaine was positive that the only reason he said yes was because he was a complete masochist and he would rather spend time with Kurt and deal with listening to him gush about his “super hot boyfriend” than not spend time with Kurt at all.

When Blaine’s eyes glazed over at the sixth story Kurt started with the phrase “So Cam and I…” Kurt took notice. He stopped his story, shooting Blaine a guilty look.

“I’m sorry. I probably shouldn’t be throwing my relationship in your face so much,” Kurt commented, a little put out. Blaine looked up from his medium drip, shaking himself of his bad mood at the look on Kurt’s face.

“No, no, don’t worry about it. You’re excited about your new relationship and I’m here for you.” Blaine plastered his best show face smile on, but it didn’t appease Kurt.

“You’re not happy.”

“I’m happy for you and that’s enough,” Blaine lied. It wasn’t enough, it would never be enough.

“Being happy for me should not be enough for you, you deserve much better than that. You deserve your own happiness.” Kurt sipped his coffee, contemplative. “Perhaps you should try dating.”

“I can’t,” Blaine snapped.

“Why not?”

Because I’m in love with you.

Blaine wanted to scream it at Kurt. Scream it for the whole world to hear, but Blaine had missed his chance. He’d had Kurt’s attention for months and what had he done with it? Nothing. This was all his fault.

“I didn’t think your parents had any rules about that kind of thing.” Kurt was right, of course he was. Blaine just needed to move on. Kurt had.

Blaine didn’t want to date anyone else, but if he was ever going to have a shot in hell of getting over Kurt, he had to at least give it a try. No one at Dalton would do, all the Warblers knew precisely how smitten Blaine was with Kurt, and the guys outside of the Warblers? Well, none of them really did it for Blaine.

In his mind, there was only Kurt. Kurt with his snarky comments and slightly bizarre fashion sense, his addiction to coffee (something Blaine had unwittingly developed in the boy) and the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen on another human being.

Blaine needed to snap out of it.

Kurt had a boyfriend.

Finding a distraction, or as other people would have called a date, turned out to be easier than Blaine had originally thought.

Trent had come into Breadstix every few days since Blaine started working there and always requested to be put in Blaine’s section. Trent was usually there with a couple of friends, obviously a public school student, but there was something about him.

Trent had caramel colored hair with unsettlingly green eyes. His high cheekbones highlighted his delicate features and he always greeted Blaine with a bright smile.

Perhaps it was that smile, that reminded him so much of Kurt, of the days when Kurt was so obviously smitten with him that made Blaine offer a soft ‘yes’ to Trent when he finally plucked up the courage to ask Blaine if he was gay.

Trent flirted with him more each time he’d come in after that, but that day Amanda, the hostess, pulled Blaine aside and told him that Trent was there…by himself.

“Hey Trent,” Blaine started amicably, “can I get your regular iced tea with lemon?”

Trent nodded, smiling nervously. He looked as though he wanted to say more and Blaine tipped his head to the side.

“Is everything all right?”

“Y-yeah,” Trent managed to stutter. He shifted anxiously, eyes flitting between his hands and Blaine’s face. “I was just wondering, if maybe you’d like to umm, go, go out with me sometime.” Trent was paralyzed with fear, staring at Blaine wide-eyed, not quite sure he believed he’d actually done that.

Oh, Blaine thought, I really am fucking oblivious. He smiled down at Trent.

“Sure.” The word stumbled out of Blaine’s mouth before it had passed through his brain, and Trent was smiling at him as though he had just agreed to a marriage proposal, and hey, Blaine thought, Trent was attractive and Blaine could really use the distraction.

And that’s how Blaine wound up at a cutesy little French restaurant on a Thursday night with Trent pulling his chair out for Blaine like a perfect gentleman.

Trent was in the middle of telling Blaine a truly cringe-worthy story of a wardrobe malfunction that happened during one of his high school’s performances of A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum when Blaine saw them.

Cameron led Kurt into the restaurant, but the couple wasn’t alone, Luke Larkin, editor of Dalton’s student newspaper and commonly known fuck buddy of Cameron’s, walked in behind Kurt.

Kurt seemed a little nervous, but Cameron had a reassuring arm wrapped around Kurt’s shoulders as the hostess led the three of them to an intimate table not too far from them.

If Kurt noticed Blaine’s presence in the restaurant, he didn’t make it known, and Blaine spent the rest of his date, half-heartedly agreeing and laughing along to Trent’s stories at what he hoped were the appropriate times.

His actual attention was spent watching Kurt at his table. Blaine knew the rumors of course. Dalton wasn’t a very large school, but Blaine had never had much reason to think they were true, but as Luke’s fingers slipped into the hand not entwined with Cameron’s, Blaine saw red and had to look away.

Blaine really needed to move on.
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