Chapter Twelve: Blame

Our Reality

Kurt stormed through the mirror. "Darren, are you here?" He looked around the apartment, his hands on his hips. "Darren! Damn it, Darren! Where are you?"

Darren popped his head out of the kitchen, eyes wide. "What's wrong?"

Kurt stormed over to him, "What do you think is wrong? The next time you try to give us a warning, how about you be a bit less cryptic? Blaine has to have surgery!"

"I tried to warn you!" Darren said defensively, trying to lead Kurt over to the couch so that they could talk calmly. "You know what can happen if we mess with your reality. I really am sorry. If it helps he's going to be okay."

Kurt sighed, sitting down heavily in one of the chairs, "You know, what happened… isn't likely to happen again. Karofsky… he… I can never get over what he did to me. But if there is something that shouldn't happen then you should stop it." Kurt tapped his fingers on the armrest, "You and Chris were talking about something the other day in my room. Something's going to happen. You said something about Quinn. If something is going to happen to her please stop it from happening."

"I'll do what I can."

About half a week later, Kurt was over at Rachel's for movie night with his two divas. Mercedes had insisted on watching Twilight. Kurt wasn't complaining, although he had lost track of what was going on when Taylor Lautner's bare chest dominated the screen.

"How is the girl with no ass supposed to choose between the juiced-up wolf and the depressed vampire?" Mercedes said absentmindedly, like the question she was asking wasn't really what she was talking about. She had been so distant in the last few days, weeks even, and Kurt had no clue as to what to make of her behavior. "She is into both of them."

"Oh come on Mercedes, she just knows." Rachel said, holding out her bowl to Kurt, who passed his own along, tossing one last piece of popcorn into his mouth as he did so.

"What if they both make her feel amazing in different ways?" Mercedes said. Yes there was definitely something she was dealing with.

"No, you don't get to choose when it comes to true love." Rachel eagerly said. She had had way too much sugar, in the form of vegan ice cream, that night. "True love chooses you. And you better be certain when it comes to marriage, because marriage is a promise and it lasts forever."

"Ladies, I appreciate you spending time with me while Blaine recovers, but why are you being so weird and serious?" Blaine was in Columbus, getting a consultation for his eye to make sure it was healing properly. He had been gone for almost three days and wouldn't be getting back until after Valentine's Day. Their first Valentine's Day together as a couple and Blaine was not going to be there because of the thoughtless prank of an immature Warbler. Kurt was lonely, so he had turned to the girls to keep him company. They were his best friends, but today they were acting completely insane and cryptic… Why is everyone so cryptic?

"Our periods don't come until the end of the month." He made it a point to know those exact dates so as to have chocolate on hand as a defense against the two girls' monthly feminine fury. Werewolves indeed.

Mercedes sat up, putting her bowl down onto the bed, "Kurt is it true what you said? The other day…"

Kurt stiffened, and glanced at Rachel, who looked equally unsure of how to respond. "I… um…" he bit his lip. A distraction is in order! "Finn proposed to Rachel."

Rachel glared at him, "Blaine proposed to Kurt."

"And you're just telling me this now?" Mercedes exclaimed, turning between the two in shock.

"She said yes."

"He said yes."

Mercedes' jaw dropped and for once she was completely speechless.