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ENGLISH: REAL LOVE (AMAR DE VERDAD) FEATURING KURT, JAVI, BLAINE & JEFF WILSON - COMPLETE

CHAPTER 9 – THE DARK SIDE

“No, I don’t think you’re crazy,” Dr. Piper said with conviction, “in fact,” he hesitated trying to come up with the right words to further reassure his client, “after what you just told me, it seems like a very logical conclusion to me.” Logical wasn’t exactly the word Javi would have used to describe his tale of an ex-lover haunting a room, complete with shattered picture frames, or haunting someone’s dreams for that matter.

It had taken Javi over a month to finally gather the courage to bring this topic up with his psychologist. And when he’d asked him if he believed in ghosts…..in the supernatural, he hadn’t replied with, “it doesn’t matter what I believe but what you believe,” the expected pat answer from a mind doctor’s point of view. He’d simply said, “Yes.”

“You do?” Javi had replied taken aback by the answer, “well then….do you have any ideas on what to do about him….it…” His voice trailed off, feeling crazy even if Dr. Piper didn’t think he was.

“Well, Javi, you seem to be making progress with your anger at Tonio or am I making an incorrect assumption?” Javi didn’t respond right away, but then said, “I haven’t been around any triggers, so it’s kind of hard to gauge, ya know?”

“Okay, if you think you might be a catalyst for Kurt’s dreams involving Tonio, has he had any recently that you’re aware of? You may not have thought of this, but the dreams are a trigger, even if you think that you’re the reason for their existence.” At least he had an answer for this question. After he’d recognized that he might be the cause of Tonio’s appearance in Kurt’s dreams, Kurt had promised to let him know any time he had one. It had taken some convincing, but after he’d given Kurt some valid reasons to do so, he’d relented. Especially when Javi said that it might help both of them, giving Kurt an outlet for the often frightening experience and giving Javi a chance to at least confront Tonio’s presence in a way that was constructive instead of frustrating.

“The last one was about two weeks after I started seeing you,” he replied, his thoughts drifting to the past. “And how did you deal with that?” It had been the middle of the night and fortunately they’d been together. Kurt had returned from San Diego earlier in the evening and Javi had been working, so they hadn’t actually seen or talked to each other, only a couple of quick texts if he remembered right. When he’d gotten home, expecting the usual welcome from his partner, it was obvious to Javi that Kurt had been tired. He found the large bowl of chicken noodle soup in the fridge, crackers on the table next to a place setting of dishes, and a loving note he’d tucked under the spoon and then gone to bed.

Tired himself, after eating, Javi had taken a nice hot shower, allowing it to soothe his after-performance adrenalin rush, and then he’d quietly slipped between the covers, Kurt’s steady breathing lulling him to sleep. Just when the sun had begun to shed its inviting rays along the edges of the blackout blinds, their sleep had been utterly destroyed when Kurt started frantically patting the bed beside him in his sleep, obviously searching for Javi. Javi had taken him into his arms, waking him with soothing words of “Kurt, it’s okay! It’s okay!” Not sure if he believed what he was saying, but saying it nonetheless.

After explaining the circumstances surrounding the dream, Javi reiterated, “Well, we definitely didn’t spend any time talking about how crazy it was….or why it was happening. I took your advice and tried to take myself out of the equation, like a bystander watching events unfold.” Of course, Dr. Piper hadn’t known at the time that this technique might apply to an otherworldly situation, but from Javi’s perspective, it had the same effect.

“After I calmed him down, I asked Kurt to describe the dream, to take his time and to think of any differences between that dream and some of his prior ones.” “And were there any differences?” Dr. Piper inquired.

“No, or at least none that he could recall.” Dr. Piper nodded and then asked, “You mentioned his ex-boyfriend?” he glanced down at his handwritten note, “Blaine, right?” “Yeah, he’s having similar dreams.” “Hmmmm…..interesting. Can you tell me something about him and his dreams?”

Javi took a deep breath and closed his eyes, sort of googling his brain searching for what it could remember about Blaine. At first he attempted to be brief, but Dr. Piper said, “Don’t leave anything out. Anything that comes to mind is helpful.” So Javi launched into their past history, then his own history with Blaine and as much as he could remember about the details of Blaine’s dreams. He shook his head. He hadn’t realized until now how much had transpired between them in less than a year!

Javi listened to the scratch of the pen as Dr. Piper scribbled a few more notes, glanced up from his writing and then put his pen down. “Javi…..I don’t want to be premature…..but, I think you might have made a significant breakthrough.” “I have? But….I still don’t understand why Kurt and Blaine are the ones dreaming about Tonio because of MY anger issues, doc. I mean, Kurt and I have tossed around some theories, but….”

Dr. Piper took a breath and steepled his fingers, “I’ve just heard this story, so this is just what might be a possibility, off the top of my head. You avoided long-term personal relationships from the time of Tonio’s death until you met Kurt, am I right?” Javi nodded as Dr. Piper began his recap.

“Then, Kurt comes along, and suddenly you’re in the midst of a whirlwind of a relationship, where your whole world changes. You’re in love! That in itself can be a catalyst for a whole variety of things. And tell me if I get this wrong….not long after, Kurt starts having repetitive dreams, right?”

Again, Javi nodded, wondering where this was going. “Yes, with Tonio at the center,” Javi provided. “Okay, repetitive dreams are a pattern with Kurt…and usually mean something significant. And then, inadvertently, Blaine reenters the picture.”

“Inadvertently?” Javi asked with a puzzled look. “I was the one who suggested that Kurt try to make amends with Blaine. How is that inadvertent?”

“Javi, you didn’t intentionally invite Blaine back into Kurt’s life as a long-term thing. You wanted to help Kurt rid himself of some of his own baggage. And it worked, didn’t it? But you couldn’t anticipate what happened after that. And, yes, before you say anything, you did offer Blaine assistance if he ever made it to California, but as you said you viewed that as a strategic move. As you put it keeping your friends close and your enemies closer.”

“So, Blaine arrives, you introduce him to your manager and he likes what he sees, and offers Blaine a role in the play you’re in. You end up moving to LA to accommodate the play, which puts Kurt and Blaine in closer proximity to each other. Do you remember when Blaine started having the dreams? Doesn’t matter at the moment, but I’d like you to find out. This is just hypothetical right now.”

“And here we have two people who considered themselves soulmates at one point and have a significant history of upheaval as well. And one of them wants to renew the relationship as a friendship.” Javi was becoming intrigued, even if this was only a hypothesis.

“Kurt is obviously sensitive to the supernatural and perhaps Blaine is, too, or it would appear that way to me. You’re in the middle of this picture. You have unresolved anger issues with Tonio. Kurt’s already dreaming about Tonio and perhaps Blaine is too, right? Then, you have the strange activity in the bedroom.”

He hesitated for a minute, trying to keep his thoughts on track, “I think, now, don’t put too much stock in this, but….I think, you bring two people with a strong positive and negative history back together? One is definitely sensitive to….whatever you want to call it…and that would be Kurt. Then, Blaine arrives on the scene and becomes another conduit for the dreams, the activity, anything outside of the seen world, because they’re like two poles of a magnet.”

“You asked if I believe in ghosts and I said yes. When you deal with the mind there are all kinds of things that influence it and I believe that what we can’t see is just as powerful as what we can. Some would view this as possible hallucinations or say that dreams are insignificant or irrelevant. Lots would disagree with me about ghosts, but that’s neither here nor there.”

“Okay, where was I,” he paused while peeking at his notes, “You’re in the middle of all this unseen, not even sure what you believe about it. But, Tonio, and this is a but, remember….has found conduits to get your attention in a big way. I don’t know what everything means with regards to Kurt and Blaine, all the symbolism from their pasts in the dreams, but in your situation, yes, I believe you are the catalyst for Tonio’s presence in these dreams, and yes, probably the activity in Blaine’s apartment.”

“Wow!” was all Javi could think to say. This was alot to take in! “But….what can I do to end it? And I don’t mean just the present problem. I mean the future. Like I’ve already said, I don’t want Tonio’s ghost hanging around trying to direct my life or offer me advice from beyond!”

“Javi, I don’t have an answer for that. Maybe we never will, but let’s deal with the reason you’re here. Anger at Tonio because of past actions, not present or future ones. Let’s start with that.”

As Javi opened the front door he could hear Kurt singing along to a video he was watching. He’d told Javi that he was researching an idea for his book and his classes. The idea being building fantasies around songs like they had many times before and still did. He didn’t want to interrupt so without saying a word he quietly slipped onto the couch next to him.

Kurt acknowledged his presence with a half-smile, then returned his attention to the video. He’d just flipped past Dance for Your Papi by J Lo and brought up Yo Quiero by none other than Mateo itself. After what he’d learned from Dr. Piper, he was somewhat hesitant to watch any Mateo videos at the moment, but he reminded himself of how many times he’d watched this video. Kurt had even used it in one of their fantasies.

“Enjoy Dr. Piper’s assessment,” his mind whispered, “maybe you’re taking another step out of this whatever it is.” And he had to admit that he felt much better about the whole thing, especially now that he at least had something sort of concrete to work with.

Kurt reached across the couch and took his hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb. One of the many things he loved about Kurt. He was so affectionate. And at the moment affection was something he needed. Despite the good news, he knew that in all probability this was going to take more work and all any of them wanted was for it to end.

I LOVE YOU

It’s an ordinary day
The day I went for a walk
Among the people without knowing what fate
I was preparing a surprise
was already waiting for me
Shortly after I passed by where they serve coffee
Since I had nothing else to do
Come on, come on, ask yes, yes, for this skinny guy
There was a table and that’s how that beauty attended
I did not imagine anything else to take her away from here
I swear I couldn’t even speak
Of the love that I felt when I saw her
Your kisses
(I want)
your charms
(I want)
Your skin
Oh mamacita give me give me your honey
Oh oh wo oh oh wo oh
One, two, three, four
Oh oh wo oh oh wo oh
(Mateo )
The next day the following happened
woke up early felt different
I didn’t know the reason for that beautiful morning
Until I saw that it dawned with her
I did not imagine anything else
To take her away from here
I swear I couldn’t even speak
Of the love that I felt when I saw her
Your kisses
(I want)
your charms
(I want)
Your skin
Oh mamacita give me give me your honey
Your eyes
(I want)
Your hips
(I want)
Your skin

Returning his attention to the TV, he had to smile. Mateo was in Bogota, Colombia, and they had been at the height of their career. Yo Quiero was one of those songs that always got the fans’ full attention. It wasn’t one of their more romantic songs. It was rocky and almost always brought the crowd to its feet.

Although he’d seen this performance more times than he could count, with his newfound perspective, he tried to watch it with a more critical eye just as Dr. Piper had instructed – take yourself out of the equation.

Tonio had been in a rare mood that night. They were planning to release their new album, Dejarte de Amar, in a matter of days and were going to sing a couple of the songs from it in public for the first time. In the early days he’d been much more hands on with the audience like he was tonight. And his piano playing wasn’t necessary for this song. Not only did it stir the crowd up, it more often than not stirred Tonio up.

As he watched their 30-something selves play with the crowd, skipping from one side of the stage to the other, he took in Tonio’s big smile – something else you didn’t see that often – and his playful attitude with the fans. Javi chuckled to himself. He still remembered the time where he actually got off the stage and lost himself in the crowd of hands as the screaming and singing got louder. Tonio had been the most security conscious of the three of them and then he’d leapt into the crowd as if all of them were his new best friends ready to catch him if he fell! That was so Tonio, one minute worrying about security, the next jumping into a crowd of wild fans……or from an airplane, his inner self whispered.

And they’d practiced over and over the part where Tonio dropped to his knees, sliding across the stage, grasping Javi’s hand tightly. Of course, they hadn’t been oblivious to the symbolism of that move or how it appeared to the fans and the cameras. They’d been playing with the press on that one, too. Never having come out, they were still leaving the paparazzi guessing. And as far as their fans went? They doubted any of them cared one way or the other….or at least not that night.

Just like Dance for Your Papi, Kurt replayed the Mateo video several times, trying to capture nuances for his writing and his class. But with each replay, Javi felt more and more uneasy. He kept trying to take himself out of the equation, tried picturing himself standing behind a curtain watching Tonio and his former self. He tried picturing himself as one of the few what-appeared-to-be disinterested fans. He tried watching only himself, then only Tonio. He even tried pretending he was Rigo, who often appeared to be so engrossed in guitar playing that he was in a bubble on the stage apart from Tonio and Javi.

Most of the time now, he could watch these videos with a musically critical eye, forget it was them on stage and draw some inspiration from the music and the experience. But not now, not today – the hypersensitivity that his recent visit with Dr. Piper had awakened wouldn’t let him.

He felt the anger growing. Even with all of his belief in destiny, watching the uber-talented Tonio and knowing his ultimate fate, made him sad…and sick…and mad. Even knowing that in all probability he wouldn’t be sitting here with Kurt if Tonio was still alive didn’t calm him. He rose from the couch and headed for their bedroom, hoping he hadn’t alarmed Kurt, yet knowing that Kurt was probably more sensitive to his surroundings than he was.

Kurt was fully aware of Javi’s feelings. His hand had grasped his tighter and tighter with each replay. He’d almost suggested that Javi not watch at all, but he knew that in order for him to address his fear and anger, he had to find ways to face it head-on. He knew nothing of his conversation with Dr. Piper yet, but he’d give him a few minutes and then follow him to the bedroom, hoping that the session today had yielded something productive.

The idea had taken root right after he’d had the dream where another entity? what would you call it? had entered the picture. Blaine was an actor after all and so was Javi….and Kurt had been too in a previous life before writing had consumed his time. What harm could it do? To be honest the more he’d thought about going to that storage locker, with or without someone else, the less he liked the idea. He’d come to the conclusion that it should stay right where it was until this thing was resolved.

All they needed was someone to play Tonio and if Jeff was willing he might be the perfect candidate. He had a temper that he was always working on trying to control. And from what he’d gleaned from Javi, Tonio’s temper far exceeded Jeff’s. Or maybe even have someone else play Javi and have Javi play Tonio. Now there was a interesting idea!

Although he knew Kurt and Javi had reluctantly shared the thought that Javi’s repressed anger might be the catalyst, and just as reluctantly shared that Javi was seeing a psychologist to help him deal with it, acting it out might just help rather than harm. The idea of a dream psychologist hadn’t been discarded, but he’d put it on the backburner right next to the idea of visiting that boxful of uncertainty hidden away in a storage locker.

If everyone agreed to try it, should they do it somewhere besides the bedroom where the physical manifestations had begun? Much as he hated the idea of spending even another second of his life in there, he thought it was the only place to do it. They could practice it somewhere else, but ultimately he believed they should attempt what felt like the role of a lifetime in that bedroom. He’d talk about it with Jeff knowing full well he’d probably be the hardest to convince, and then they could take the plan to Kurt and Javi.

Gently rubbing his back, he waited for Javi to say something. He was laying on his stomach with his eyes closed, slowly inhaling, then exhaling. Finally, Kurt ventured, “Do you want to talk about it, carino?” Javi thought about that for a minute or so….did he want to talk about it? At least he had something new to say! Rolling over, he moved to the other side of the bed in order to give Kurt room to lay down.

Once Kurt had gotten comfortable, he took his time explaining his visit with Dr. Piper. He didn’t want to appear too optimistic, but he was. This certainly brought the dreams into perspective and Javi’s reactions of relief and then anger seemed to make some sort of sense. After all, he’d spent time listening to Dr. Piper describe a possible reason for their dilemma and then what’s the first thing he sees when he walks through the door? He and Tonio, as if Tonio wasn’t dead, as if they were still together creating the magic that only Mateo could create for their fans. Kurt decided not to offer his own opinion. It wasn’t needed as far as he was concerned. He agreed with his doctor. Even though Javi had experienced anger at Tonio so soon after the semi-revelation didn’t mean that he hadn’t made a breakthrough. He’d only been home for a couple hours. He needed time to get used to the idea and then figure out how to apply it to the core problem.

Jeff had gladly left the hospital behind. It had been a rough day. Complications in surgery, unplanned, emergency surgeries, not a single second to spare it seemed. He loved his job, but he was whipped.

As he walked through the door, he heard Blaine in the kitchen probably putting the final touches on dinner. It smelled like roasted chicken and he thought he was probably hungry enough to eat the whole thing. Blaine turned around as he heard the thump of Jeff’s backpack landing on the floor. “It’ll be ready in about an hour, love!” he said, noting the exhausted look on Jeff’s face.

Jeff walked around the kitchen island, wrapping his arms around Blaine’s waist as he sprinkled some herbs on a bowl of cornbread dressing, kissing him on the neck. “It is sooooo good to be home,” he murmured, “what a day.”

He opened the refrigerator, removing a bottle of Heinekens asking Blaine if he wanted one. Blaine nodded and told him to take it to the living room….he’d be in in a minute.

“So, I know what my day’s been like….I’d rather hear about yours,” he said to Blaine. Blaine hesitated. He could go into a discussion about practice earlier in the day, but that was pretty much the same thing Jeff always heard. The only other thing he wanted to talk about was his ideas regarding the dream. But Jeff looked so tired….was now the right time? Or was there ever going to be a right time? He decided to test the waters, saying, “Um, I have something I think is important to talk about, but maybe now isn’t the time.” He knew he could count on Jeff to tell him if it wasn’t.

“Anything to take my mind off today, please….anything!” he said, taking a sip of his beer. “Even if it’s boring as hell.” Blaine chuckled, “Well, I don’t think you’ll find it boring, that’s for sure. And we don’t have to decide anything tonight. It’s just an idea.”

Jeff rearranged himself on the couch, believing he’d probably need to get comfortable for this conversation that would require a decision. “You’re not pregnant, are you?” he joked. “No smart-ass, I’m not pregnant,” he laughed, “It’s about the dream.” At first he just blinked. They hadn’t discussed “the dream” in a while….well, if you considered two or three weeks ago a while. It wasn’t his favorite topic, but if Blaine had something new to offer, he at least wanted to consider it.

“Okay, good news? bad news? As long as it doesn’t involve someone needing surgery.” Actually, Blaine would love to excise the dream from their lives and wished it was as simple as surgery.

He explained his thoughts from earlier waiting for some input from Jeff, but Jeff was silent, waiting for him to finish. He didn’t even seem to have much of a reaction when Blaine got to the part about Jeff playing the role of Tonio….or maybe Javi playing that role and Jeff playing the role of Javi.

“Mmmmm,” was all he said. It was an interesting thought. He was no actor, but if they were going to do this…. “This is what I think.” Blaine waited for an argument. After all, this wasn’t making a decision about what they wanted to do over the weekend or something equally mundane.

“I think if we’re going to do this….and I’m not thrilled with the idea, mind you…but then I suppose you aren’t either…anyway, if we’re going to do this, I think Kurt should be Tonio. After all, Javi’s the one who knows Tonio best….and he’s also the one struggling with his anger at him, right? Maybe it would do him good! He’d sort of be yelling at himself and yelling at Tonio all at the same time. I know that sounds strange, but you get what I mean. And I’d be just sort of…..a stand-in for Kurt. Maybe expressing his feelings to “Kurt” and getting out in the open what he thinks or feels Tonio might be saying? Yeah, it sounds far-fetched, but this whole thing has been far-fetched from the beginning.”

Wow! Blaine thought, that wasn’t at all what he’d expected and in its own weird way it made sense. “So, you’re saying you’ll do it?” “Yeah, but first you have to discuss it with Kurt and Javi, don’t you? I’m assuming you haven’t said anything to them yet, right?” “No, not yet….but maybe I’ll get ahold of them after we eat.”

He could still hear Dr. Piper’s words as the four of them sat in the living room preparing themselves for what everyone hoped was a good idea, but sort of like pulling a tooth, you wanted the problem to be gone, but you dreaded what might have to be done to accomplish that. Dr. Piper had nodded, as if in agreement with their idea, but then said something like, “It might resolve your otherworldly issues, but you also have to think about what it might do to your relationships with the other three, and especially Kurt in your case, Javi.” He caught Javi’s gaze and held it, “I know you think you two have an almost unbreachable relationship….and I have to admit from what you’ve told me, it’s as solid as stone, but….” Javi interrupted, “I know what you’re saying, doc, but honest conversation has rarely been a problem for us,” he said almost too confidently, but Dr. Piper let it pass.

And so, with Dr. Piper’s assistance, they’d developed a plan, not only to discuss what they’d do in that room, but also how to discuss their true feelings for each other. And, unfortunately, the not-so-subtle warning had borne fruit.

“Can’t we do this without baring our souls?” Jeff had ventured. He already felt awkward enough with their attempts to practice what they would do or say in that bedroom, and he didn’t even have a speaking part! As for Kurt, he didn’t mind baring his soul, as Jeff had put it, in a conversation with Javi, but with Blaine? He had no desire to open up a potential can of worms involving his rather mixed up feelings for Blaine.

“Okay,” Blaine sighed, feeling they were heading back to square one. What are our other options?” he asked. Kurt looked at his phone where he’d been keeping notes, almost wishing he’d get a call from Ghostbusters, their original idea.

Kurt enumerated other avenues they might pursue, dream psychologist? Someone or someones taking a trip to the storage locker hoping that maybe handling the broken frame and treasured photo might reveal something useful? Javi glanced at Kurt from his seat on the floor, “Wait, when did THAT become a possibility?” All he had to do was look from Kurt’s guilty-appearing face to Blaine’s. “Blaine and I texted about it, but decided it might be one of our….worst ideas ever.” “You can say that again!” Javi sort of huffed. They’d even had conversations about seances, Ouija boards, psychics and even having the apartment cleansed and blessed by a priest, although none of them was Catholic.

But after much debate among the four of them and more than one or two arguments between the couples, they’d decided they were much more afraid of not trying this than they were of expressing their feelings for each other. The words, this isn’t a guy thing, were uttered more than once.

The stalemate had ended after Dr. Piper had asked, “So, would you rather continue to deal with the dreams and whatever else goes with it or would you rather move past your typically male reaction and hangups to honest conversation and possibly resolve it?” Seated on the office couch, Javi finally came to the realization that there was only one good answer to the question.

Texting the other three as he left the office, they arranged to meet in what had become their conference room of sorts, Blaine and Jeff’s living room. All of them agreed that it would be in everyone’s best interest if Kurt and Javi got comfortable spending time there and that it was the best place to practice as well since this was where the “real deal” would take place.

That was the night the walls all came tumbling down. No one wanted to prolong it, and even if nothing came of their attempt at least they could say they tried and hadn’t allowed something as simple as talking to interfere.

But simple it most certainly was not. One by one, with lots of hesitation and stumbling over words, they’d shared their feelings for each other. Jeff went first trying to talk about how he still felt somewhat uneasy around Kurt while throwing in the analogy of the puzzle pieces for good measure. Kurt expressed his reservations about a renewed friendship with Blaine. Of course, he knew Blaine was aware of that, but he wanted him to know that while he hoped they would have a friendship at some point, he wasn’t quite there yet. And they both admitted that they did miss each other’s friendship, but had no intention of getting back together. For Javi’s part, he explained his mistrust of Blaine at first and his idea of keeping his friends close and his enemies closer…but that he no longer thought of Blaine as the enemy. And Blaine had admitted that a year ago he had wanted a renewed romantic relationship with Kurt, but thanks to the help from counselors and Kurt’s example of journaling he’d gotten past that, creating a space in his life for Jeff.

And now, here they were a week later, Blaine holding the key to the bedroom that they all dreaded entering, but knew they had to. Blaine slipped the key into the lock and swung the door open wide as if ripping off a Band-Aid. Nothing had changed as far as he could tell. The walls were still half-painted, the bed still sat in the middle of the room, the window was closed and locked as it should be.

At Javi’s suggestion, they’d decided against just jumping into something they as yet had not found a name for. Making themselves as comfortable as possible, Kurt was their guide through their senses, acclimating themselves to the room, all hoping they could get through this part without incident.

Allowing a few minutes of silence, Kurt asked, “Are we ready?” Like they would ever be ready? Kurt’s mind questioned back. “Um….let’s start by sort of getting in position in relation to the dream.” Blaine said, sounding more matter-of-fact than he felt. “Usually, we’re all sort of standing by the side of the bed with the window on our left.” After they moved the bed back into position, Kurt stood beside it, waiting to play his role as Tonio. “Javi? Jeff?” Blaine orchestrated as they took their places in the roles of Javi as himself and Jeff as Kurt, standing by the dresser. “Kurt is usually behind Javi as if Javi is trying to protect Kurt…and I’m standing in the middle feeling confused, as if I don’t know why I’m there.” Kurt thought about this for a minute, “Yeah, that sounds pretty accurate,” he said.

It was awkward. Terribly awkward! They’d decided against doing something like trying to conjure up Tonio’s ghost. The problem wasn’t really his ghost if that’s what it was, the issue as they saw it was Tonio’s negative energy brought on by what they assumed was Javi’s anger. Whether all of that equaled the manifestation of a ghost, who knew?

“It’s a good thing three of us have some experience with acting,” Javi said with a nervous laugh, “at least we all know how to get into character.” Jeff said matter-of-factly, “So what do I do?” As Kurt stood in front of him, he turned and said, “Just pretend I’m someone who wants to protect you at all costs.” Well, that was easy enough, all he had to do was look at Blaine right there in the room. The confused man in the middle….if Jeff could have protected him from the dreams and whatever it was that existed in this bedroom, he would have.

As planned, they all closed their eyes, attempting to immerse themselves in their roles, again, using all of their senses. They waited for one of them to say something…. Javi hesitantly broke the silence, “Tonio, what do you want? Um…” he stumbled, reluctantly opening his eyes and taking a cleansing breath, then resuming a speech he was totally unprepared for, “I don’t need you in my life anymore….and you made sure I never would again, didn’t you?” Javi wondered where on Earth these words were coming from? He’d imagined what he might say over and over, but….And already he recognized the anger…..the sense of betrayal he’d only recently come to accept.

“Leave us alone! You keep reminding us that everything’s changed….”, his voice trailed off and the room was engulfed in silence. Suddenly, Kurt, as Tonio, roared, “Si! And damn it, it did! Everything! But if you don’t want me here then why won’t you let go? You SAY you don’t need me” …. Javi felt like he was being torn in two.

This is what it had felt like to be Tonio?? “or want me anymore, right?” Kurt continued in that…..voice….in a tone of voice that was unrecognizable coming from Kurt. “And even if you did, it’s impossible! You and your destiny! Destiny, always, always! If you really believed that then you’d know I didn’t have some grand scheme of my own to jump out of a plane and kill myself! I didn’t do it to prove I was invincible! You loved me for being a risk-taker, remember? You said it a million times….and now you hate me because I was a risk-taker???” Kurt couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth, but he couldn’t seem to stop them either.

He stomped on the floor just as Tonio had done in the dream, except the object that had crunched under his tantrum wasn’t there. Still, Javi could imagine the sound of the crunching frame, even over Tonio’s explosive words….a voice he’d heard before in another life, but without so much pain and anguish attached to it! He’d been holding this in for nine years? Even though Kurt was speaking as Tonio, it was impossible that what he was screaming at Javi wasn’t a mix of his own and Tonio’s words…..their feelings somehow meshing.

“Ya know what I think, Javi? I think you envied me! You wanted to be the one who didn’t let a single chance to live life on the edge pass you by! You were always trying to protect me from myself…..I didn’t need your protection, I didn’t ask for it….EVER!” Kurt just stood there trying not to look shocked. Those words struck a little too close to home. So….the overprotective Javi had existed even before Tonio plunged to his death?

And Javi in a low steady voice said, believing he was making an accurate guess, “And you envied me, too, didn’t you Tonio? Didn’t you? You wanted to be the Moon. You wanted to be the one that everybody saw as the calm and rational one. The one who was good at picking up the pieces after Tonio the Tornado left a path of…..of…..of mayhem and destruction as he tore through everyone’s life, right? Admit it, Tonio.” Now his voice sounded cold as ice.

Then his voice rose rather unexpectedly, as he crossed his arms tightly across his chest, “So! It would appear that we were the perfect combination of opposites attracting, no? If you’re right, that is. I can’t imagine ever wanting to be you! Oh, yeah, I wanted you. There was no doubt about that, but to BE you? Why would I want that? Do you know how many times people ran for cover around you? How many times they begged me to do something about this or that that you’d done without a thought for anyone but yourself? No…absolutely not….never! I’d never have wanted to be you!”

“So YOU say, Javi! Who was the one you gave credit to for Mateo’s existence? For making sure the business end was always taken care of? Tell me, Javi! You’ve said it yourself so many times….but you never really believed it, did you? You were mad at me long before I ever died! You were right about one thing though, we could fight it out then….and whether you’ll admit or not, I think you enjoyed the challenge. An outlet for your frustration, your jealousy, maybe?” He taunted.

“Jealousy? Of what? Of who? I thought we were soulmates, Tonio!”

“And so? So what if we were! We weren’t perfect! Yes, jealous! You were the one with the charisma….and the voice…the fans adored you, but in the music world it was me they called the musical genius….the producer….they even called me the Dragon, remember? You wanted all of that and the bad boy image, too!”

And then Kurt, as Tonio, was strangely silent. This was so weird. Sure, Javi had gone over their relationship in great detail (as if he didn’t know everything and more after over a year of loving Javi?), so that he could play his part. But it felt as if he wasn’t playing a part at all, but rather like he’d been there nine years ago. Something told him that everything they’d said to each other was true, like it or not (and if he was Javi….or even Tonio…he knew HE wouldn’t have liked it).

“No…..no, Tonio….” Javi’s voice was almost a whisper and he was shaking his head. “What I wanted…..” he hesitated, “I wanted….” he sighed. “All I really wanted was to help you see yourself through everyone else’s eyes. Of course, you were all of those things, the genius, the Dragon…..and maybe I was wrong in trying to do that….to help…..” he took another breath, “But if we hadn’t been exactly who we were…..no changes…just us….without all of this hidden? misunderstood? baggage, then…..look. I didn’t see this until you were gone….but Mateo wasn’t and would never again be what the fans wanted without you. Yeah, Rigo made a success of what was left, but….”

Kurt watched as Javi’s appearance changed, seeing not the angry man with his arms crossed over his chest as if trying to hold himself together from only a few minutes ago, but a broken man collapsing to the floor.

Jeff, as Kurt, took a step towards him….and Kurt unable to help himself did, too. But Javi stopped them both with a raised hand.

Kurt slid to the floor, brushing away imaginary pieces of the shattered picture frame, addressing Javi, his eyes forcing Javi to look at him, “You see this?” he held up an imaginary piece of the picture frame and glanced down at the nonexistent photo underneath. “Everything has changed!” He emphasized again. “They aren’t together,” he said pointing at Blaine and then thumping his own chest with a finger. “And they aren’t together anymore,” he emphasized pointing at the unseen photo. “Don’t you see? Those two had to let go of the halves that made them a whole. They had to in order to move on….to him!” he said pointing at Jeff, “and to you,” he said, pointing at Javi. It appeared that Kurt, as Tonio, was still in character….yet he was addressing them as who they really were!

“Javi, until you let go of the things that made us halves of a whole, good or bad, I can’t go! And you!….” his voice got quieter. “You can’t stay where you are! Whatever sins we committed for the sake of what we had or thought or did, holding on to them will only make you as dead as I am. I’m dead! I don’t need or want or even deserve your thoughts…..your fears…..not anymore!”

Kurt remained on the floor, thinking about the words he’d just uttered that hadn’t really been his own. Seemingly unaware that the others were just waiting for him to break the booming silence that remained, he pondered the words he’d spoken, “I don’t deserve your thoughts, your fears.” That’s all he could hear.

Had he meant that Tonio didn’t deserve them as he wasn’t worthy of the time….or had he meant he didn’t deserve to be held captive by them? Right now, he didn’t know. He wasn’t sure what he knew anymore as he returned the imaginary piece of glass to the floor.

Javi had loved Tonio with a passion he could never describe and he knew Tonio had loved him just as passionately, but had they really fed off of each other like that, like two parasites? Loving their hate? Hating their love?

Every ounce of anger appeared to have evaporated, like a dark cloud falling victim to the healing rays of the sun. At Dr. Piper’s suggestion, every word of their emotionally charged playacting had been recorded and Javi, coming back to himself, was glad….and relieved. Was it over? With time taken to digest it all, he fervently hoped so.

He finally noticed Kurt kneeling in front of him. Jeff and Blaine had said nothing, as if they were only props in the reenactment of the dream that had plagued them for months. Even as aware as he’d been to his own pain, he hadn’t missed the fact that Tonio…..or whoever….had addressed the issue of the broken picture frame…..of his protectiveness…..of Tonio’s feeling smothered by it. And Blaine and Jeff ? He guessed they were there just to demonstrate the fact that things had most assuredly changed for him…for Kurt…for everyone.

Just as much as the others had wanted to leave this room behind after that distressing, yet revealing, half hour, Blaine had wanted to stay for a few minutes.

That song had been playing in his head almost from the moment they’d taken their places in the room. Fantasy? Reality? Dream? After what he’d just witnessed he was sure of nothing. But that song, kept going round and round in his head. He’d made several attempts to push it aside, trying to concentrate on the drama unfolding before his eyes. Was this the end of it then? God, how he hoped so!

The Pretenders had made that song a hit, but the voice he heard was Finn’s. The thoughts in his head were about Finn. They’d played that song at his funeral because that was Finn. Loyal, empathetic, straight forward and to the point. You never had to wonder where you stood with Finn. He was always there…..just like in the dream. That other presence was just there…..like a sentinel refusing to leave his post.

“I’ll be fine,” Blaine reiterated. Of course he understood why the others didn’t agree with his request to stay behind for a while, in this room that had caused them so much grief….but now? Maybe it had brought about some healing as well.

Unfinished business. That’s what it felt like….like, for whatever reason, there was still something that needed to be dealt with. When the door was closed behind them at last, he surveyed the room, taking a seat on the bed and grasping one of the pillows to his chest.

Did it really matter if it was or wasn’t Finn? In the grand scheme of things he supposed it didn’t, but what he’d witnessed today only brought the lyrics of that song into sharper focus.

This, he realized, was real love. People trying and sometimes failing to love perfectly. Wanting to protect too much or not enough. Wishing people would change and wishing they wouldn’t. Hardly ever seeing yourself for who you were, but positive you knew the other inside and out. The struggle, the intertwining of love and hate….but hanging on anyway. Maybe hanging on too long. Having to let go, to fight, to work at something that everyone thought shouldn’t require work.

Tonio and Javi? They’d been a volatile pair in and outside of their relationship. That volatility had burst into flames on stage, creating the Mateo magic that everyone talked about, and had left too many questions without answers, too many broken hearts and lives when Tonio was abruptly ripped from their world.

Blaine hoped he wasn’t imagining the slightly unstable sense of peace he now felt here. Just an ordinary room that needed painting. He flopped back onto the bed and took a deep breath, closing his eyes.

And just like in the song, they were all standing at a crossroads now. Blaine had a life to live outside this room. He’d walk through that door and do what? He didn’t know for sure, but that was life, wasn’t it? And in his mind he could sense that benevolent presence turning in the opposite direction, away from the dark side. That painful, but inevitable, side of life, lived right alongside those who would do their best to protect you, to come along when you took the uncertain steps into the future, to stand by you whether you knew it or not, whether you wanted them to or not; those who would love you when all you might deserve was their disdain, there to provide real love.

I’LL STAND BY YOU

Oh, why you look so sad?
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now
Don’t be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through

‘Cause I’ve seen the dark side too
When the night falls on you
You don’t know what to do
Nothing you confess
Could make me love you lessI’ll stand by you
I’ll stand by you
Won’t let nobody hurt you
I’ll stand by you

So if you’re mad, get mad
Don’t hold it all inside
Come on and talk to me now
Hey, what you got to hide?
I get angry tooWell I’m a lot like you
When you’re standing at the crossroads
And don’t know which path to choose
Let me come along
‘Cause even if you’re wrongI’ll stand by you
I’ll stand by you
Won’t let nobody hurt you
I’ll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I’ll never desert you
I’ll stand by you

And when
When the night falls on you, baby
You’re feeling all alone
You won’t be on your ownI’ll stand by you
I’ll stand by you
Won’t let nobody hurt you

I’ll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I’ll never desert you
I’ll stand by you
I’ll stand by you
Won’t let nobody hurt you
I’ll stand by you
Won’t let nobody hurt you
I’ll stand by you
I’ll stand by you
Won’t let nobody hurt you
I’ll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I’ll never desert you
I’ll stand by you

When you’re standing at the crossroads
And don’t know which path to choose
Let me come along
‘Cause even if you’re wrong

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PORTUGUES: MUNDO SELVAGEM COM KURT HUMMEL E BLAINE ANDERSON (KLAINE)

CAPÍTULO 4 – SEGREDOS COMPARTILHADOS

Red Wine and Your Health: Looking Beyond the “French Paradox"

Clay aceitou a taça de vinho tinto que Kurt ofereceu, tomando um grande gole rapidamente para acalmar seus nervos. Espero que Kurt não tenha notado isso, sua mente sussurrou… bebendo o vinho como um alcoólatra tentando, sem sucesso, virar peru frio. A única coisa que ele vinha tentando evitar há meses finalmente havia acontecido. Ele deveria saber que não poderia evitá-lo para sempre. Quando Blaine mandou uma mensagem para Kurt mais cedo dizendo que seu pai estava na cidade inesperadamente e queria se encontrar para jantar, Kurt aceitou com calma, embora estivesse um pouco desapontado. Ele e Blaine fizeram planos para assistir a um show da Broadway, uma ocasião rara. Eles tinham visto Cats antes, mas entre suas agendas agitadas e as finanças de Kurt, simplesmente não era algo que eles pudessem fazer com muita frequência. Apesar dos protestos de Blaine de que ele poderia cobrir o custo dos ingressos e do jantar, Kurt insistiu que não aproveitaria o fato de que o pai de Blaine basicamente o apoiava até ele se formar.

Deslizando o iPhone no bolso da calça, ele ficou na calçada, as pessoas circulando ao seu redor como se ele não existisse na moda típica de Nova York. E agora? ele pensou. Sair não era uma opção; não havia lugar para onde ele quisesse ir sozinho em uma noite de sexta-feira; Deus, ele odiava fazer planos de última hora! De repente, o loft parecia o lugar perfeito para passar a noite. Na verdade, uma noite inteira em casa parecia muito bom. Nenhum trabalho, nenhuma prática, nenhum estudo que não pudesse ser adiado até domingo. Sim! Uma noite em casa provavelmente aliviaria sua decepção, um copo de vinho, um pouco de TV talvez, lendo um livro? Claro, ele sabia que as chances eram boas de que ele não estaria sozinho, mas ele sempre poderia escapar para o quarto deles se não estivesse com vontade de companhia.

Clay ouviu o clique suave da chave na fechadura e suspirou por dentro. Como era mais comum, parecia que um de seus colegas de quarto havia mudado de planos. Ou talvez eles estivessem apenas fazendo uma rápida parada no loft antes de sair para a noite, ele pensou, mentalmente cruzando os dedos. Os planos de Rachel incluíam praticar e depois sair à noite com os outros dançarinos. E ele sabia sobre a peça que Kurt e Blaine tinham planejado ver, eles conversaram sobre isso a semana toda. Eles tinham visto isso tantas vezes que até perderam a conta, mas isso não os impediu de separá-lo e juntar tudo de novo, cena por cena. E ele realmente estava ansioso para uma noite sozinho, apenas ele e alguns videogames, a TV, algumas cervejas, talvez até um pouco de vinho. Ele não tinha certeza. A única coisa que ele tinha certeza era que ele estaria felizmente sozinho. E agora? Bem, ele adivinhou que teria que ver o que aconteceu depois que a porta se abriu.

“Ei, Clay”, disse Kurt removendo os fardos de sua mochila e jaqueta. Clay quase disse: “O que você está fazendo aqui?” como se ele não tivesse todo o direito de ser. Em vez disso, ele disse: “Onde está Blaine? Achei que vocês iam a uma peça. Gatos, certo?” Como se ele não conseguisse se lembrar do nome? Kurt suspirou quando deixou sua mochila cair no chão. “Nós estávamos, mas o pai de Blaine está na cidade, alguns negócios inesperados, eu acho. De qualquer forma, eles vão jantar fora, então aqui estou — disse ele, encolhendo os ombros. Hmmm… ele não parece tão chateado com isso, Clay notou… naahhhh, provavelmente estou imaginando isso.

“Oh,” foi tudo que Clay conseguiu pensar em dizer. “Então, quais são seus planos?” ele perguntou, rezando como um louco para que ele dissesse que estava indo a algum lugar, a qualquer lugar! além daqui. “Eu não sei, eu pensei em ficar aqui para variar. Parece que estou sempre indo a algum lugar e não estou reclamando, mas Blaine e eu quase nunca estamos separados. Você não se importa, não é?”

Que? Ele quis dizer se ele se importava se ele ficasse aqui ou se importava que ele e Blaine quase nunca estivessem separados? Agora havia uma pergunta carregada se alguma vez houve uma! Clay estava se esforçando para se reagrupar. Metade dele estava emocionado por ter Kurt ali sem Blaine, na verdade querendo ficar em casa. A outra metade continuou dizendo a ele para mudar seus próprios planos. Faça qualquer coisa, vá a qualquer lugar, mas definitivamente não fique aqui com Kurt!

“Se você não tem nenhum plano, talvez eu possa preparar um jantar e podemos assistir TV ou algo assim.” Kurt disse, parecendo completamente inconsciente do dilema de Clay, o que era uma coisa boa na mente de Clay. Ele poderia facilmente inventar alguma desculpa sobre ter planos, na verdade ele estava indo embora! Isso não surpreenderia Kurt em nada. As noites de sexta-feira eram quase sempre sua noite de “encontro com os meninos”, como ele costumava descrever. E ele quase pegou sua jaqueta leve no cabide, quando a voz interior da tentação disse: “Ah, vamos, Clay, você pode lidar com isso. Não é hora de você enfrentar isso?”

“Não!” seu eu guerreiro disse: “Eu já enfrentei isso. Eu já estou lidando com isso.” “Ah, sim, sério? Evitá-lo não é a resposta e você sabe disso. “Ah, e passar uma noite sozinha com ele é????”

“Você quer sair desse beco sem saída? Prove a si mesmo que você é forte o suficiente para superar isso. É uma paixão, certo? Não é uma história de amor com final feliz. Mostre-se! Mostre-me!” Seus pensamentos giravam e giravam no carrossel que sempre acompanhava seus sentimentos por Kurt.

Clay sentiu como se estivesse perdendo a corda em um jogo de cabo de guerra. “Que tal uma taça de vinho?” Kurt disse, sem esperar que Clay dissesse de um jeito ou de outro se ele estava em casa. “Ou você prefere uma cerveja?” Pendurando o casaco, Kurt foi até a geladeira, espiando dentro para ver o que eles tinham, esperando encontrar as duas garrafas de Raymond Cabernet Napa Reserve que tinha sido um presente de Natal de seus pais. Sem pensar, Clay seguiu Kurt até a cozinha e se sentou em uma das cadeiras da cozinha. Ele queria isso… ele não queria isso… e adicionar álcool à indecisão provavelmente não era a melhor ideia, mas “apenas um copo” seu eu interior sussurrou. “Apenas um copo para ser sociável e eu vou sair daqui.”

“Oh, me desculpe, eu nem pensei em perguntar se você tinha planos.” Kurt disse, hesitando antes de pegar uma das garrafas. “Hum… oh, você sabe o de sempre… eu estava apenas…” ele queria dizer indo embora, mas em vez disso as palavras que escaparam de seus lábios foram algo como: “Eu só ia ficar aqui, jogar alguns videogames, talvez assistir um pouco de TV… você sabe.”

Kurt assentiu e retirou a mão, olhando para trás. “Bem, eu sempre posso ir para o nosso quarto. Dê-lhe algum espaço. Não é sempre que qualquer um de nós tem a chance de ficar sozinho aqui. Olha, eu vou pegar um pouco de vinho e sair do seu cabelo. Vou fazer alguns sanduíches rápido, ok?

“Kurt, você não precisa ir para o seu quarto”, ele quase riu quando percebeu que parecia um pai banindo seu filho como punição por algum crime infantil mesquinho. “Sente-se por um minuto. Você acabou de chegar em casa,” Clay disse, conscientemente se rendendo, entregando sua ponta da corda para seu oponente imaginário, permitindo que a voz interior errada ganhasse o jogo. Ele estava tão cansado de lutar contra seus sentimentos e não era como se ele estivesse planejando outra coisa além de uma noite com um colega de quarto fazendo o que os caras faziam, ele justificou. Mesmo que ele quisesse que algo acontecesse, ele sabia que a probabilidade disso era praticamente zero.

Enquanto se acomodavam com o vinho, Kurt disse: “Aqui está uma noite a sós!” e riu de sua própria falta de originalidade. “Sabe, eu não acho que tivemos uma conversa real desde que você se mudou. Agora que penso nisso, me sinto meio culpado.” “Por que você deveria se sentir culpado? Quero dizer, nós dois temos vidas ocupadas e se você realmente pensar sobre isso, você também não tem muito tempo para conversar com Rachel. E você e Blaine estão… bem, o que vocês estão… praticamente noivos. É natural que você passe a maior parte do seu tempo livre com ele.”

Ignorando as palavras “praticamente engajados” – ninguém deveria saber disso! – ele disse, “Sim, acho que sim”, realmente olhando para Clay pela primeira vez. Ele percebeu que ainda pensava em Clay como aquele garoto visitando seu pai em Lima. Que ele tinha passado tanto tempo com Blaine que não tinha prestado muita atenção em Clay, o homem e não o menino. O que ele realmente sabia sobre ele e sua vida em Nova York além de que ele costumava passar as noites de sexta-feira “fora com os meninos”.

Ele não queria ser muito pessoal, mas se pegou perguntando: “Então, onde você morava antes de se mudar para cá? Quero dizer, além de Nova York. Você teve outros colegas de quarto? Você foi a faculdade? E eu sei que nada disso é da minha conta, realmente…”

“Não, não… tudo bem. Não é como se minha vida fosse secreta. Não é interessante o suficiente para ser isso! Sim, eu fui para a faculdade por alguns anos, mas a faculdade não era minha praia, e não era aqui em Nova York.” ele disse, engolindo um pouco de vinho. “Fui para a Coastline College em Newport Beach. Eu me forcei a obter um diploma de dois anos, mas… como eu disse, não é minha praia. Ele parou, percebendo que a outra pergunta era uma mina terrestre, mas o vinho estava começando a soltar sua língua e a esconder qualquer pensamento de bom senso. “Sim, eu tive outros colegas de quarto… alguns quando eu estava na faculdade. Você sabe, a atmosfera usual de casa de festa enquanto tenta manter uma média de notas decente,” ele meio que riu.

“Oh!” Kurt exclamou: “você foi para a faculdade na Califórnia. Como você gostou disto? Blaine e eu estamos pensando em nos mudar para lá depois que ele se formar. As luzes de Hollywood acenam,” ele sorriu. Feliz com a mudança de assunto, Clay respondeu: “Eu adorava morar na Califórnia, mas tive que me transferir para Nova York quando comecei a trabalhar para a IBM. Talvez um dia eu volte lá, ou pelo menos espero.

Ele deveria continuar? Provavelmente não. Ele foi dispensado com a mudança de assunto, mas Kurt interrompeu seus pensamentos com um “você gostaria de mais vinho?” O copo de Kurt ainda estava meio cheio e o de Clay talvez um pouco menos. Tomando outro gole, Kurt se levantou novamente, serviu um pouco mais e disse: “Vou preparar esses sanduíches em alguns minutos”. Então, você morou sozinho depois que se mudou para cá? Eu poderia mentir, ele pensou, tomando outro gole, não era como se Kurt fosse contratar um detetive para verificar seu passado, mas Clay disse: era como se sua voz tivesse se distanciado de seu corpo. Pare! seu eu cauteloso disse, mas foi abafado pelos efeitos ensurdecedores de uma cachoeira de vinho com o estômago vazio.

“Olha, Clay, parece que você realmente não quer falar sobre ele,” Kurt estava muito ocupado pegando mais vinho e tinha esquecido o nome que Clay parecia pronunciar com muita relutância. Mas ele estava curioso. Ele nunca considerou Clay como um cara de um homem só e quem sabe quanto tempo durou? De qualquer forma, ele deu a Clay uma saída… mas parecia que ele não ia aceitar enquanto continuava, parecendo quase alheio às palavras de Kurt.

“Fiquei com Angelo por quase três anos. Você provavelmente não se lembra dele, mas ele também estava no Glee Club. Eu acho que vocês podem ter participado de uma competição juntos, provavelmente regionais ou talvez nacionais, mas de qualquer maneira… sim, nós estivemos juntos por quase três anos,” ele respirou fundo esperando que isso o impedisse de se repetir novamente.

Kurt assentiu como se entendesse algo que ainda não havia sido dito. “Vamos sentar na sala de estar, ok?” ele disse, esperando deixar Clay mais à vontade para que ele pudesse tirar o que havia recebido antes… ou ele poderia simplesmente continuar enquanto Kurt ouvia. Se Kurt não era nada mais, ele era um bom ouvinte.

Clay o seguiu, colocando cuidadosamente sua taça de vinho em uma mesa lateral, então se jogou em sua cadeira favorita enquanto Kurt fazia o mesmo, sentando-se na cadeira ao lado dele. Apesar de seu cérebro um pouco confuso, Clay foi intencional ao escolher aquela cadeira, favorita ou não. Sentar-se com Kurt no sofá seria deixar a tentação dominar novamente.

Tentando mais uma vez, Kurt disse, inclinando-se para Clay: “Sabe, podemos mudar de assunto.” Clay balançou a cabeça, quase resignado a recontar essa história, quase como se sentisse que precisava. “A única outra pessoa que sabe é Rachel e, bem, meu pai. E eu sei que deveria ter superado isso… isso… superado isso…” ele murmurou, como se mudar a palavra pudesse se distanciar da dor, “por enquanto, mas às vezes ainda ajuda falar sobre isso. .” Clay se conhecia bem o suficiente para perceber que Angelo estava sempre no fundo de sua mente e ainda em seu coração, apesar de seus sentimentos por Kurt. Por mais lamentável que parecesse, se Angelo ligasse agora, ela teria suas malas prontas e estaria pronta para retomar sua vida com ele antes que a porta do sótão pudesse abrir e fechar atrás dele.

Fechando os olhos, ela suspirou e começou a história agora familiar de Angelo. “Angelo foi o que você chamaria de meu primeiro amor… e eu estava esperando pelo meu último. Como eu disse, nos conhecemos em uma competição do clube glee,” Kurt assentiu. Clay na verdade não disse isso, mas ele entendeu e não quis interromper. Ele podia dizer o quão difícil isso era para Clay.

Acho que éramos como você e Blaine. Quando nos conhecemos, eu sabia que ele era “o único”. Clay riu. “Não ria quando eu disser isso, por favor, embora eu tenha certeza que você vai entender a ironia de chamá-lo de ‘o cara’ porque nós não éramos como você e Blaine de certa forma. Não éramos um casal monogâmico. Talvez você possa pensar em nós como almas gêmeas com benefícios? Não sei. Não sei se ainda acredito em almas gêmeas.”

Kurt não se conteve: “Vocês ficaram juntos por três anos, mas não foram exclusivos? Uau!” Ele quase disse: “Eu não poderia lidar com isso”, mas ele não o fez. Essa conversa não era sobre ele.

“Eu sei que é difícil entender quando você nunca esteve em um relacionamento assim, mas funcionou tão bem para nós. Quero dizer, tínhamos regras, é claro. O vinho estava baixando as defesas de Kurt e ele sabia disso, mas pela primeira vez foi bom deixar ir, “Então, se você não se importa que eu pergunte, quais eram suas regras?” ele questionou pegando a garrafa de vinho que eles trouxeram com eles.

“Não, tudo bem, eu comecei essa conversa, certo? Vejamos… nunca passamos mais de uma noite com outra pessoa, sempre usávamos proteção e tínhamos que contar um ao outro quando algo acontecia. Realmente não foi difícil para nós. Eu o amava e ele me amava; luxúria é o que impulsiona nossos outros relacionamentos… não relacionamentos realmente. Ah, e nunca tivemos contato com quem quer que seja depois, sem mensagens, sem telefonemas, nada.”

Kurt estava tendo dificuldade em envolver seu cérebro já viciado em álcool em torno da não-monogamia, como Clay a chamava. “Então, o que aconteceu então?” “Para ser honesto, eu realmente não tenho certeza. Parecia vir do nada! Ângelo disse que não estava pronto para sossegar. Ele insistiu que não tinha conhecido outra pessoa, mas eu nunca acreditei nisso. Acho que ele encontrou outra pessoa com quem estava pronto para se estabelecer. E eu nem sei o que ele quis dizer com se estabelecer! Quando perguntei, ele não teve uma resposta real. E eu nunca sequer pedi a ele para sossegar de qualquer maneira!

Clay podia sentir a tensão em sua voz, mesmo com os efeitos calmantes do vinho para temperá-la. Ele podia ouvir sua voz aumentando, a raiva que ainda sentia, esperando que pelo menos tivesse isso sob controle com o tempo e a distância. Esperança… quando se tratava de Angelo não havia esperança, nenhuma. Então, por que ele estava se sentindo daquele jeito em relação a Kurt? Mais uma situação desesperadora. Ele era apenas um glutão por punição?

Sem pensar, Kurt estendeu a mão e cobriu a mão de Clay com a sua. Era um hábito que ele tinha com todos. Era uma tentativa de tranquilizá-lo, esperando que pudesse acalmar as tempestades para quem estava na extremidade receptora de seu contato. Mas para Clay o toque de sua mão não era nada disso. O que ele sentiu foi o zunido de luxúria subindo por seu braço contra o qual vinha lutando há meses, e o vinho parecia lhe dar permissão para apertar a mão de Kurt como se estivesse segurando um bote salva-vidas.

Kurt pigarreou como uma espécie de sinal para Clay, para lhe dar tempo de antecipar o que Kurt ia dizer. “Então, quando vocês dois terminaram?” Clay não soltou a mão de Kurt; na verdade, ele apertou ainda mais. “Logo antes de me mudar para cá. Quase parecia que a coisa toda foi planejada ou algo assim. Um dia eu estava com Angelo e no outro Rachel estava me oferecendo um lugar para ficar… não literalmente, é claro, mas você entende o que quero dizer. Eu realmente não sabia o que ia fazer.” ele abaixou a cabeça, tentando impedir que as lágrimas se formassem ou pelo menos impedir que Kurt as visse.

“Hum, correndo o risco de parecer estúpido, você já pensou que talvez se ele encontrasse alguém com quem quisesse se estabelecer, isso significaria que ele estava cansado de seu relacionamento não monogâmico? Quão boas foram suas habilidades de comunicação, como um casal, quero dizer?”

Clay tomou outro gole de vinho e aceitou o convite de Kurt de uma garrafa com ponta enquanto enchia os dois copos novamente. “Achei que eram muito bons. No que diz respeito às regras, nenhum de nós nunca as quebrou… ou pelo menos eu não as fiz e… honestamente, acho que ele também não. Talvez eu estivesse perdendo alguma coisa, mas parecia vir do nada. Ah… eu já disse isso, não disse? Ele disse, tentando forçar sua mente de volta aos trilhos: “E não nos falamos desde então. Ele apenas me deixou imaginando o que eu tinha feito de errado.” Clay disse: “ele continuou usando o velho clichê de não é você, sou eu”, forçando as palavras a saírem como se fossem munição voando de um canhão. Clay finalmente soltou a mão de Kurt… não porque quisesse, mas porque sabia que precisava.

“E talvez você esteja certo. Talvez estivesse cansado de não ser exclusivo. Tínhamos conversado sobre casamento, mas sempre incluía um relacionamento aberto. Eu não sei, eu só… não.”

Kurt não tinha certeza de como responder, então permaneceu quieto por alguns minutos, sua mão ainda cobrindo a de Clay. Ele nunca pensou que veria Clay, o machão, quase em lágrimas. Talvez Angelo se sentisse da mesma forma, vendo Clay como inalcançável. Mas depois de três anos? Certamente, ele baixou a guarda algumas vezes nesse período de tempo, especialmente porque eles tiveram um relacionamento aberto… e dedicando tempo e energia para estabelecer regras e cumpri-las. Isso mostrou intenção. Eles queriam que o relacionamento funcionasse.

Como se estivesse lendo a mente de Kurt, Clay disse, tentando controlar a voz: “Kurt, o que você acha de relacionamentos abertos?” Deus! Ele não deveria estar tendo essa conversa e especialmente com Kurt! Kurt permaneceu em silêncio por mais alguns minutos. Não era um silêncio desconfortável, ele só precisava de um tempo para pensar sobre qual seria sua resposta para aquela pergunta… uma pergunta carregada, embora ele não soubesse disso.

“Uau… bem, eu nunca pensei sobre isso. Blaine e eu nunca discutimos isso. Acho que apenas assumimos que seríamos monogâmicos.” Ele suspirou: “Acho que acho difícil. Já é difícil o suficiente tentar fazer um relacionamento de duas pessoas funcionar. Adicionando outras pessoas? Mesmo que sejam apenas conexões… ainda é como adicionar outra pessoa a considerar. Mesmo com as regras que você estabeleceu, eu acho que sempre haveria uma chance de que um desses caras realmente se tornasse mais para você do que apenas uma noite. E praticar sexo seguro teria que ser uma obrigação. Não sei, Clay. Se você realmente quer uma resposta, eu teria que pensar sobre isso por um tempo.”

Tentando desembaraçar a gaze que parecia envolver seu cérebro no momento, ele decidiu que fazer algo além de falar poderia estar em ordem. Parte dele esperava que Blaine ou Rachel chegassem para resgatá-lo dessa situação e parte dele não queria que isso acabasse. Ops! A primeira garrafa de vinho estava vazia… quando isso aconteceu?

“Mais vinho?” ele perguntou a Kurt, pegando a segunda garrafa. Kurt sabia que deveria dizer não. Ele já tinha ultrapassado seu limite de duas bebidas, mas… ele não estava dirigindo esta noite… o que ele estava pensando? Claro que ele não estava dirigindo. Ninguém dirigia em Nova York, exceto motoristas de táxi. Seu cérebro confuso disse que não, mas o que saiu de sua boca foi: “Claro, por que não?” “Aqui está para… oh, eu não sei”, disse Clay enquanto levantava seu copo e brindava com o de Kurt. “Bom vinho!” Kurt sorriu. Aquele sorriso… aquelas covinhas… seus olhos risonhos… Clay tentou desviar o olhar, mas não conseguiu.

Ele ouviu a voz aparentemente sem corpo de Kurt perguntar: “Então, estou curioso. Por que vocês queriam um relacionamento aberto? Quero dizer, você nunca ficou com ciúmes? Ou quer saber sobre os outros caras? Você nunca teve medo de que eles interferissem de alguma forma em seu relacionamento… talvez não fisicamente, mas, tipo, em seu pensamento?

Clay tentou reunir seus pensamentos o suficiente para responder à pergunta. Bebendo seu vinho, ele disse: “Bem, essa é a questão. Sempre fomos muito honestos sobre os outros caras. Conversávamos sobre o que tínhamos feito. A única coisa sobre a qual nunca falamos era sobre nomes. Nenhum de nós queria saber seus nomes. E isso meio que nos aproximou. Era como um segredo compartilhado ou algo assim. Uau….um….” ele suspirou tendo perdido sua linha de pensamento na névoa do álcool. “Foi uma espécie de excitação para nós, imaginando um ao outro com outra pessoa? Eu sei que isso soa… eu não sei como isso soa realmente, mas nós tentamos algumas das coisas que fizemos com os outros caras que nunca fizemos antes um com o outro.”

Kurt tentou analisar isso com pouco sucesso. “De quem foi a ideia?” “Eu não sei realmente. Deixe-me pensar no passado.” ele disse se esforçando mais. “Hmmm….” ele murmurou. “Acho que tudo começou quando estávamos juntos por cerca de quatro ou cinco meses. Estávamos procurando no Google algumas ideias diferentes e encontramos relacionamentos abertos. Não podíamos acreditar nas estatísticas sobre casais gays. Supostamente, cerca de 30% dos casais gays têm relacionamentos abertos. Claro, não acreditamos em tudo que lemos no Google. Então, começamos a verificar as salas de bate-papo. Você sabia que na verdade existem grupos para casais não monogâmicos?” ele meio que riu, com a fala um pouco arrastada.

“Como grupos de apoio ou algo assim?” Kurt riu com ele, um arroto silencioso escapando de seus lábios. “Algo assim… e eu sei que parece meio louco, mas realmente ajudou a nos manter no caminho certo e… bem, meio que nos responsabilizou.” Ele deu uma risadinha: “Mais ou menos como AA para…”. Kurt interrompeu, praticamente gritando enquanto ria, “para gays! AA para gays!”

Seus olhos se encontraram e eles não conseguiam parar de rir, até brindando AA para gays no processo. “E eu ainda continuei indo para o grupo depois…” Qual é o nome dele mesmo? Como ele poderia esquecer seu nome? ele tropeçou no nome finalmente lembrado, “Ang….Angela…lo, Angelo! deixou. Quer dizer, eu não sentei lá e bati com ele na frente de todo mundo… Eu só meio que esperava que eles pudessem me dar algumas dicas.” Clay parou de falar, tentando manter a mente no assunto, mas também lembrando daquele momento terrível em sua vida.

Claro que todos se solidarizaram. Alguns até passaram pela mesma coisa antes, mas não com o parceiro atual. Depois de retroceder por um tempo esperando ver algo que Clay pode não ter visto, eles decidiram se concentrar em seu futuro sem Angelo. Ninguém sabia disso, nem mesmo Rachel ou seu pai, mas algumas daquelas noites de sexta-feira “fora com os meninos” foram passadas com esse grupo. Eles não precisavam saber. Ele queria que eles acreditassem que ele tinha superado ele… isso… tanto faz.

“Então, isso ajudou?” Kurt perguntou, bebendo um pouco do vinho. Clay recostou a cabeça no encosto e fechou os olhos. “Sim, mas principalmente fiquei com a questão de, se eu queria um relacionamento de longo prazo novamente, se eu queria que fosse aberto ou não. Eu ainda não sei… esse é o único relacionamento sério que eu já tive.”

“Você gostaria de assistir um pouco de TV?” ele murmurou. Ele adorava conversar com Kurt, especialmente sem mais ninguém ali, mas estava cansado de falar sobre Angelo. Angelo, Smangelo… de qualquer forma ele se foi.

“Claro, eu acho”, mesmo em seu cérebro embaçado de vinho, Kurt entendeu a dica. E ele se sentiu tão relaxado. “Um filme, talvez?” Depois de verificar o que estava disponível, eles decidiram assistir Pitch Perfect. Ambos gostavam de música e ambos sabiam sobre competições. Era algo em que eles não teriam que pensar muito.

Kurt se levantou, precisando ir ao banheiro… e conseguiu, mas não sem se mover lentamente pelo caminho que levava da sala ao banheiro. Ele apagou as luzes antes de voltar, pegou um dos travesseiros do sofá, jogou-o no chão e agarrou a grande manta que estava nas costas do sofá. “Eu não faço isso desde que eu era criança!” ele cantou. “Feito oque?” Clay perguntou, enquanto tentava o mesmo caminho pela sala que Kurt tinha acabado de fazer. Por que ele apagou as luzes?

Quando voltou, encontrou Kurt deitado no chão de bruços, o controle remoto na mão, tendo deixado sua taça de vinho quase vazia para trás. “Aqui,” ele disse para Clay, batendo no chão ao lado dele. Ele estendeu a mão, pegou outro travesseiro do sofá e o colocou ao lado dele. Agora ele sabia o que Kurt estava dizendo. Ele estava tendo dificuldade em se concentrar, mas parecia divertido… deitado no chão assistindo TV no escuro. Ele teria sugerido pipoca, mas nenhum deles estava em condições de fazê-la. Kurt mudou de canal para o filme, apoiando a cabeça na mão sob o queixo, apoiado em um cotovelo.

Era mais tarde do que ele havia planejado e Blaine tentou ficar quieto enquanto tentava destrancar a porta… mas não estava trancada. Eles nunca deixaram a porta destrancada. Morar em Nova York não se prestava a se sentir seguro atrás de uma porta destrancada. Hmmm… ele fechou a porta atrás dele, certificando-se duplamente de que estava trancada. Kurt ainda podia estar acordado e Clay provavelmente tinha saído com os meninos, mas não queria acordar ninguém só por precaução. A única luz que ele podia ver era do brilho da TV, mas nada estava ligado… como se estivesse esperando o próximo filme ou programa passar.

Ele olhou para o sofá, mas até onde ele podia ver pela falta de iluminação, ninguém estava deitado nele e nenhuma das cadeiras da sala parecia estar ocupada. Talvez alguém tivesse esquecido de desligá-lo. Ele voltou para o quarto deles, abrindo a porta silenciosamente, mas Kurt também não estava lá. Talvez o solário? Não, não Kurt. Talvez ele tivesse decidido sair, mas normalmente Kurt mandava uma mensagem para ele ou pelo menos deixava um bilhete, então ele checou a mesa da cozinha. Sem nota, sem louça usada…..

Bem, talvez ele não quisesse atrapalhar meu tempo com papai, ele considerou. Ele decidiu que tentaria enviar uma mensagem de texto para ele depois que ele se despisse e estivesse pronto para dormir. Mas primeiro, ele precisava desligar a TV. Ele certamente não estava interessado em assistir.

Ele deu a volta no sofá, procurando o controle remoto. Hmmm… geralmente ficava na mesinha de canto mais próxima da TV no lado direito do sofá… então… ele começou a procurar, mas então pensou, oh vamos lá, Blaine! Você não precisa do controle remoto, ele se repreendeu, enquanto caminhava propositalmente até a TV e a desligou.

Havia luz suficiente da cozinha para ele voltar para o quarto e, como parecia que não havia ninguém em casa, ele não precisava ficar quieto. Saindo de suas roupas, ele decidiu tomar um banho rápido, remoendo a conversa que teve com seu pai. Ele estava realmente meio animado! Uma viagem de verão para a Europa? Mesmo com todas as mudanças, ele nunca tinha saído dos EUA. Claro, ele não gostaria de ir sem Kurt, mas ele teve tempo de conversar sobre isso com seu pai. Ele estava nervoso sobre apresentá-los. Seu pai pode ter finalmente aceitado que ele fosse gay, mas ele não sabia nada sobre Kurt. Oh, bem, havia muito tempo.

Ele saiu do chuveiro e entrou na umidade fumegante, secando-se com a toalha. Agarrando seu telefone da cama onde ele o jogou, ele se sentou na cama e rapidamente enviou uma mensagem para Kurt, “Onde você está, baby?” Olhando para o telefone esperando por uma resposta, ele ouviu um som familiar. O telefone de Kurt? Ele nunca sairia de casa sem seu telefone. Isso estava ficando assustador! Portas destrancadas… luzes apagadas… TV ligada… Ele tentou novamente… ouvindo o balido abafado de seu toque novamente.

Deve ser na cozinha ou na sala. Definitivamente não estava aqui no quarto. Ele enrolou uma toalha de banho na cintura, andando descalço pelo corredor em busca do telefone de Kurt. Ele verificou a cozinha primeiro. Pelo menos ele tinha um pouco de iluminação lá. Mas? Não na cozinha. Quando ele se virou para dar a volta na sala de estar novamente, ele pegou um brilho da mesa de canto mais próxima da porta. Talvez seja onde estava. Por que ele não pensou em trazer o telefone com ele? Aproximando-se, ele não viu o telefone de Kurt, mas viu um par de taças de vinho. Deve ter sido de onde veio o vislumbre de luz.

Oh! Lá estava o telefone, pensou ele, apalpando uma das cadeiras. Preso entre as bordas da almofada. Ok, agora onde estava Kurt? Ele poderia verificar suas mensagens. Talvez houvesse uma pista ali.

Intrigado, ele tentou manobrar ao redor do sofá no escuro… por que ele simplesmente não acendeu as luzes? Batendo mentalmente na cabeça dele, ele pensou, caramba, eu só bebi uma bebida e isso foi horas atrás! Mas ele estava cansado. E o interruptor dimmer estava na parede ao lado da porta. Suspirando, ele se virou e quase tropeçou em um dos dois corpos deitados lá e o que parecia ser um afegão jogado descuidadamente sobre eles. Agarrando-se antes de cair, ele quase engasgou, mas então deu alguns passos para trás.

Não… não, não, não… ele não estava vendo isso. Isso não estava acontecendo. Não Kurt! Por favor, não Kurt! E quem estava deitado ao lado dele? Esquecendo que segurava o telefone de Kurt na mão, com as mãos tremendo, sua mente não se fixava no que fazer. Ele podia ouvir a si mesmo engolindo ar acompanhado por sua respiração superficial. Era como se seu corpo estivesse congelado no lugar enquanto seus pensamentos se moviam a mil por hora. “Kurt?” ele sibilou, sua voz não soando como a dele. Sem resposta. “Kurt…” ele estava quase em lágrimas agora. Nada ainda.

O que ele deveria fazer? Qualquer coragem que ele pudesse ter tinha desaparecido. Ele não queria tocá-los… nenhum deles porque… e se… e se… não! seu cérebro gritou, afastando-se do pensamento horripilante! Mas, ele tinha que fazer alguma coisa! E se eles ainda estivessem… pare com isso, Blaine, pare com isso!

Olhando para suas mãos trêmulas, foi como se ele notasse o telefone pela primeira vez. 911….ligue para o 911…. digitando os números o mais rápido que podia, ele esperou que sua linha de vida atendesse do outro lado.

Ele deveria ir acender as luzes. É para onde ele estava indo quando descobriu… isso. Mas seus pés se recusavam a se mover.

Tentando se controlar, ele fechou os olhos, respirou lenta e profundamente e se firmou no braço do sofá, abriu os olhos novamente e apenas olhou… enquanto seu mundo parecia desmoronar no chão ao seu redor, destruindo tudo o que ele sempre acreditou ser verdade.

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CHAPTER 4 – SHARED SECRETS

Red Wine and Your Health: Looking Beyond the “French Paradox"

Clay accepted the glass of red wine Kurt offered, quickly taking a big sip to calm his nerves. I hope Kurt didn’t notice that, his mind whispered….drinking the wine like an alcoholic trying unsuccessfully to go cold turkey. The one thing he’d been trying to avoid for months had finally happened. He should have known he couldn’t avoid it forever. When Blaine had texted Kurt earlier telling him his dad was in town unexpectedly and wanted to meet for dinner, Kurt took it in stride, although he was a little bit disappointed. He and Blaine had made plans to take in a Broadway show, a rare occasion. They’d seen Cats before, but between their hectic schedules and Kurt’s finances, it just wasn’t something they could afford to do very often. Despite Blaine’s protests that he could cover the cost for both tickets and dinner, Kurt insisted he wouldn’t take advantage of the fact that Blaine’s dad was basically supporting him until he graduated.

Sliding his iPhone into a pants pocket, he stood on the sidewalk, people flowing around him as if he didn’t exist in typical New York fashion. What now? he thought. Going out was not an option; there was no place he wanted to go alone on a Friday night; God, he hated making last minute plans! Suddenly the loft seemed like the perfect place to spend the evening. In fact, a whole evening at home sounded pretty good. No work, no practices, no studying that couldn’t be put off until Sunday. Yeah! A night at home would probably assuage his disappointment, a glass of wine, some TV maybe, reading a book? Of course, he knew chances were good that he wouldn’t be alone alone, but he could always escape to their bedroom if he wasn’t in the mood for company.

Clay heard the soft click of the key in the lock and sighed inwardly. As was more usual than not, it appeared that one of his roomies had had a change in plans. Or maybe they were just making a quick stop at the loft before heading out for the evening, he thought, mentally crossing his fingers. Rachel’s plans had included practice and then an evening out with the other dancers. And he knew about the play that Kurt and Blaine had planned to see, they’d talked about it all week. They’d seen it so many times even they’d lost count, but that didn’t stop them from picking it apart and putting it all back together again, scene by scene. And he’d really been looking forward to a night alone, just himself and some video games, the TV, a few beers, maybe even some wine instead. He wasn’t sure. The only thing he’d been sure of was that he’d be blissfully alone. And now? Well, he guessed he’d just have to see what happened after that door opened.

“Hey, Clay,” Kurt said removing the burdens of his backpack and jacket. Clay almost said, “What are you doing here?” as if he didn’t have every right to be. Instead he said, “Where’s Blaine? I thought you guys were going to a play. Cats, right?” As if he couldn’t remember the name? Kurt sighed as he let his backpack slip to the floor. “We were, but Blaine’s dad is in town, some unexpected business stuff, I guess. Anyway, they’re going out to dinner, so here I am,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. Hmmm…..he doesn’t seem all that upset about it, Clay noticed….naahhhh, I’m probably imagining that.

“Oh,” was all Clay could think of to say. “So what are your plans then?” he asked, praying like mad that he’d say he was going somewhere, anywhere! besides here. “I don’t know, I thought I’d just hang out here for a change. It seems like I’m always going somewhere and not that I’m complaining but Blaine and I are hardly ever apart. You don’t mind, do you?”

What? Did he mean did he mind if he hung out here or did he mind that he and Blaine were hardly ever apart? Now there was a loaded question if ever there was one! Clay was trying hard to regroup. Half of him was thrilled to have Kurt standing there without Blaine, actually wanting to stay home. The other half kept telling him to change his own plans. Do anything, go anywhere, but definitely not stay here with Kurt!

“If you don’t have any plans maybe I could fix some dinner and we could watch TV or something.” Kurt said, seeming completely unaware of Clay’s dilemma, which was a good thing in Clay’s mind. He could easily make some excuse about having plans, in fact he was just leaving! That wouldn’t surprise Kurt at all. Friday nights were almost always his “out to meet the boys” night as he often described it. And he almost reached for his light jacket on the coat tree, when the inner voice of temptation said, “Oh, come on, Clay, you can handle this. Isn’t it time you faced up to it?”

“No!” his warring self said, “I’ve already faced up to it. I’m already handling it.” “Oh, yeah, really? Avoiding him isn’t the answer and you know it.” “Oh, and spending an evening alone with him is????”

“You want out of this dead end? Prove to yourself you’re strong enough to move past it. It’s an infatuation, right? Not a love story with a happy ending. Show yourself! Show me!” His thoughts riding round and round on the carousel that always accompanied his feelings about Kurt.

Clay felt like he was on the losing end of the rope in a game of tug-of-war. “How about a glass of wine?” Kurt said, not waiting for Clay to say one way or the other if he was staying at home. “Or would you prefer a beer?” Hanging up his coat Kurt headed for the refrigerator, peering inside to see what they had, hoping to find the two bottles of Raymond Cabernet Napa Reserve that had been a Christmas gift from his parents. Without thinking, Clay followed Kurt to the kitchen, and sat down on one of the kitchen chairs. He wanted this….he didn’t want this….and adding alcohol to the indecision probably wasn’t the best idea, but “just one glass” his inner self whispered. “Just one glass to be sociable and I’ll get out of here.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t even think to ask if you had plans.” Kurt said, hesitating before reaching for one of the bottles. “Um…..oh, you know the usual….I was just….” he wanted to say leaving, but instead the words that escaped his lips were something like, “I was just going to hang out here, play some video games, maybe watch some TV…you know.”

Kurt nodded and withdrew his hand, glancing behind him. “Well, I can always go to our room. Give you some space. It’s not often any of us get a chance to be alone here. Look, I’ll just get some wine and be out of your hair. I’ll make us some sandwiches quick, okay?”

“Kurt, you don’t have to go to your room,” he almost laughed as he realized it sounded like a parent banishing their child as punishment for some petty kiddy crime. “Sit down for a minute. You just got home,” Clay said, knowingly surrendering, handing his end of the rope to his imaginary opponent, allowing the wrong inner voice to win the game. He was so tired of fighting his feelings and it wasn’t like he was planning anything other than a night with a roommate doing what guys did, he justified. Even if he wanted something to happen he knew the likelihood of that was pretty much zero.

As they settled in with their wine, Kurt said, “Here’s to a night alone!” and laughed at his own unoriginality. “Ya know, I don’t think we’ve had a real conversation since you moved in. Now that I think about it, I feel sort of guilty.” “Why should you feel guilty? I mean, we both have busy lives and if you really think about it, you don’t have much time to talk to Rachel either. And you and Blaine are……well, what you are….practically engaged. It’s only natural for you to spend most of your free time with him.”

Ignoring the words “practically engaged” – no one was supposed to know that! – he said, “Yeah, I guess so,” really looking at Clay for the first time. He realized that he still thought of Clay as that kid visiting his dad back in Lima. That he’d spent so much time with Blaine that he hadn’t really paid much attention to Clay, the man and not the boy. What did he really know about him and his life in New York other than he usually spent Friday nights “out with the boys.”

He didn’t want to get too personal but found himself asking, “So, where did you live before you moved in here? I mean, other than New York. Did you have other roommates? Did you go to college? And I know none of this is any of my business, really….”

“No, no….that’s okay. It’s not like my life is top secret. Not nearly interesting enough to be that! Yeah, I went to college for a couple of years, but college just wasn’t my thing, and it wasn’t here in New York.” he said, swallowing a little bit of wine. “I went to Coastline College in Newport Beach. I forced myself to get a two-year degree, but….like I said, not my thing.” He stopped, realizing the other question was a land mine, but the wine was beginning to loosen his tongue and send any commonsense thoughts into hiding. “Yeah, I’ve had other roommates…..some when I was in college. You know, the usual party house atmosphere while trying to maintain a decent grade point average,” he sort of laughed.

“Oh!” Kurt exclaimed, “you went to college in California. How did you like it? Blaine and I are thinking of moving there after he graduates. The Hollywood lights beckon,” he smiled. Glad for the change of subject, Clay replied, “I loved living in California, but I had to transfer to New York when I started working for IBM. Maybe someday I’ll get back there or at least I hope to.”

Should he continue? Probably not. He’d been given an out with the change of subject, but Kurt interrupted his thoughts with, “would you like some more wine?” Kurt’s glass was still about a quarter full and Clay’s maybe a little less. Taking another sip, Kurt got up again, poured a little more, and said, “I’ll fix those sandwiches in a few minutes.” So, you lived alone then after you moved here?” I could lie, he thought, taking another sip, it wasn’t like Kurt was going to hire a detective to verify his past, but Clay said, “No…..I, um, moved here with my partner, Angelo,” it was as if his voice had distanced itself from his body. Stop! his cautious self said, but it was muffled by the deafening effects of a waterfall of wine on an empty stomach.

“Look, Clay, you sound like you really don’t want to talk about him,” Kurt had been too busy getting more wine and had forgotten the name that Clay seemed to utter very reluctantly. But he was curious. He’d never taken Clay for a one-man type of guy and who knew how long it had lasted? Anyway, he’d given Clay a way out…..but it appeared he wasn’t going to take it as he continued, seeming almost oblivious to Kurt’s words.

“I was with Angelo for almost three years. You probably don’t remember him, but he was in glee club, too. I think ya’ll might have been in one competition together, regionals probably or maybe nationals, but anyway…..yeah, we were together for almost three years,” he took a deep breath hoping it would keep him from repeating himself again.

Kurt nodded as if understanding something that hadn’t even been said yet. “Let’s go sit in the living room, okay?” he said, hoping to put Clay more at ease so he could possibly take the out he’d been given earlier….or he could simply continue while Kurt listened. If Kurt was nothing else, he was a good listener.

Clay followed him, carefully setting his wine glass on an end table, then plopping down in his favorite chair while Kurt did the same, taking the chair next to him. Despite his slightly foggy brain, Clay had been intentional about choosing that chair, favorite or not. Sitting with Kurt on the couch would have been letting temptation get the upper hand again.

Trying one more time, Kurt said, leaning toward Clay, “Ya know, we can change the subject.” Clay shook his head, looking almost resigned to retelling this story, almost like he felt he had to. “The only other person who knows about it is Rachel and, well, my dad. And I know I should be over him….it….over it…” he sort of mumbled, as if changing the word him to it could distance himself from the pain, “by now, but sometimes it still helps to talk about it.” Clay knew himself well enough to realize that Angelo was always in the back of his mind and still in his heart despite his feelings for Kurt. As pitiful as it sounded, if Angelo called right this minute, he’d have his bags packed and be ready to resume his life with him before the door to the loft could open and close behind him.

Closing his eyes, he sighed, and began the now all-to-familiar tale of Angelo. “Angelo was what you’d call my first love…and I was hoping my last. Like I said, we met at a glee club competition,” Kurt nodded. Clay hadn’t actually said that, but he got the idea and he didn’t want to interrupt. He could tell how hard this was for Clay.

“We were sort of like you and Blaine, I guess. When we met I knew he was “the one.” Clay sort of chuckled. “Don’t laugh when I tell you this, please, although I’m sure you’ll understand the irony of calling him “the one” because in one way we weren’t like you and Blaine. We weren’t a monogamous couple. Maybe you could think of us as soulmates with benefits? I don’t know. I don’t know if I even believe in soulmates anymore.”

Kurt couldn’t help himself, “You were together for three years, but not exclusive? Wow!” He almost said, “I couldn’t handle that,” but he didn’t. This conversation wasn’t about him.

“I know it’s hard to understand when you’ve never been in a relationship like that, but it worked so well for us. I mean, we had rules of course.” The wine was lowering Kurt’s defenses and he knew it, but for once it felt good to just let go, “So, if you don’t mind my asking, what were your rules?” he questioned reaching for the bottle of wine they’d brought with them.

“No, that’s okay, I started this conversation, right? Let’s see….we never spent more than a single night with another person, we always used protection and we had to tell each other when something had happened. It really wasn’t difficult for us. I loved him and he loved me; lust is what drove our other relationships….nonrelationships really. Oh, and we never had contact with whomever afterwards, no texts, no phone calls, nothing.”

Kurt was having a difficult time wrapping his already alcohol-addled brain around nonmonogamy as Clay called it. “So, what happened then?” “To be honest, I don’t really know for sure. It seemed to come out of nowhere! Angelo said he wasn’t ready to settle down. He insisted he hadn’t met someone else but I never really believed that. I think he found someone else he WAS ready to settle down with. And I don’t even know what he meant by settling down! When I asked, he didn’t have a real answer. And I’d never even asked him to settle down anyway!”

Clay could feel the tension in his voice, even with the calming effects of the wine to temper it. He could hear his voice rising, the anger he still felt, hoping he’d at least had that under control with time and distance. Hope….when it came to Angelo there was no hope, none. So why was he feeling the way he did about Kurt? Yet another hopeless situation. Was he just a glutton for punishment?

Without thinking, Kurt reached over and covered Clay’s hand with his own. It was a habit he had with everyone. It was an attempt at reassurance, hoping that it might calm the storms for whomever was on the receiving end of his contact. But for Clay the touch of his hand was none of those things. What he felt was the zing of lust traveling up his arm that he’d been fighting for months, and the wine seemed to give him permission to squeeze Kurt’s hand as if holding onto a life raft.

Kurt cleared his throat as sort of a signal to Clay, to give him time to anticipate what Kurt was going to say. “So, when did you two break up?” Clay didn’t let go of Kurt’s hand; in fact, he squeezed it even tighter. “Right before I moved in here. It almost felt like the whole thing was planned or something. One day I was with Angelo and the next Rachel was offering me a place to stay….not literally, of course, but you get what I mean. I really didn’t know what I was going to do.” he ducked his head, trying to stop the tears forming or at least stop Kurt from seeing them.

“Um, at the risk of sounding stupid, did you ever think that maybe if he’d found someone he wanted to settle down with, it meant he was tired of your non-monogamous relationship? How good were your communication skills, as a couple I mean?”

Clay took another sip of wine and accepted Kurt’s invitation of a tipped bottle as he filled both glasses again. “I thought they were pretty good. As far as the rules went neither of us ever broke them…or at least I didn’t and…honestly, I don’t think he did either. Maybe I was missing something, but it seemed to come out of nowhere. Oh….I already said that didn’t I?” He said, trying to force his mind back on track, “And we haven’t spoken since. He just left me wondering what I’d done wrong.” Clay said, “he kept using the old cliche of it’s not you, it’s me,” forcing the words out like they were ammunition flying from a cannon. Clay finally released Kurt’s hand….not because he wanted to but because he knew he had to.

“And maybe you’re right. Maybe he was tired of not being exclusive. We’d talked about marriage, but it always included an open relationship. I don’t know, I just…..don’t.”

Kurt wasn’t sure how to respond so he remained quiet for a few minutes, his hand still covering Clay’s. He never thought he’d see Clay, the macho man, almost in tears. Maybe Angelo had felt the same way, viewing Clay as unreachable. But after three years? Surely, he’d let down his guard a few times in that time period, especially since they’d had an open relationship….and taking the time and energy to set up rules and abide by them. That showed intention. They’d wanted the relationship to work.

As if reading Kurt’s mind, Clay said, trying to control his voice, “Kurt, what do you think of open relationships?” God! He shouldn’t be having this conversation and especially with Kurt! Kurt remained silent for a few minutes longer. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, he just needed some time to think about what his answer would be to that question…a loaded question, although he was unaware of it.

“Wow….well, I’ve never really thought about it. Blaine and I haven’t ever discussed it. I guess we just assumed we’d be monogamous.” He sighed, “I guess I’d find it difficult though. It’s hard enough trying to make a two-person relationship work. Adding other people? Even if they’re only hookups….it’s still sort of like adding another person to consider. Even with the rules you set up, I would think there’d always be a chance that one of those guys might actually become more to you than just a one-nighter. And practicing safe sex would have to be a must. I don’t know, Clay. If you really want an answer I’d have to think about it for a while.”

Trying to unravel the gauze that seemed to surround his brain at the moment, he decided that doing something other than talking might be in order. Part of him hoped that Blaine or Rachel would arrive to rescue him from this situation and part of him didn’t want it to ever end. Oops! The first wine bottle was empty….when did that happen?

“More wine?” he asked Kurt, reaching for the second bottle. Kurt knew he should say no. He’d already gone past his two-drink limit, but….he wasn’t driving tonight…what was he thinking? Of course he wasn’t driving. No one drove in New York except taxi drivers. His muddled brain said no, but what came out of his mouth was, “Sure, why not?” “Here’s to….oh, I don’t know,” Clay said as he raised his glass and clinked it with Kurt’s. “Good wine!” Kurt smiled. That smile…those dimples…his laughing eyes…..Clay tried to look away, but just couldn’t.

He heard Kurt’s seemingly disembodied voice ask, “So, I’m curious. Why did you guys want an open relationship? I mean, didn’t you ever get jealous? Or wonder about the other guys? Weren’t you ever afraid that they’d somehow interfere with your relationship….maybe not physically, but, like, in your thinking?”

Clay tried to gather his thoughts enough to address the question. Sipping his wine, he said, “Well, that’s the thing. We were always very honest about the other guys. We’d talk about what we’d done. The only thing we never talked about was names. Neither of us wanted to know their names. And it actually kind of drew us closer. It was like a shared secret or something. Wow….um….” he sighed having lost his train of the thought in the haze of alcohol. “It was sort of a turn-on for us, imagining each other with someone else? I know that sounds…..I don’t know how it sounds really, but we’d try some of the things we’d done with the other guys that we’d never done before with each other.”

Kurt attempted to analyze that with little success. “Whose idea was it?” “I don’t know really. Let me think back.” he said trying extra hard. “Hmmm….” he mumbled. “I guess it all started when we’d been together for about four or five months. We were looking on Google for some different ideas and ran across open relationships. We couldn’t believe the statistics on gay couples. Supposedly, around 30% of gay couples have open relationships. Course, we didn’t believe everything we read on Google. So, we started checking out chat rooms. Did you know that there are actually groups out there for nonmonogamous couples?” he sort of snickered, with slightly slurred speech.

“Like support groups or something?” Kurt laughed with him, a quiet burp escaping his lips. “Something like that….and I know it sounds kinda crazy, but it really helped keep us on track and…..well, sort of held us accountable.” He giggled, “Sort of like AA for….” Kurt interrupted, practically shouting as he laughed, “for gays! AA for gays!”

Their eyes met and they couldn’t stop laughing, even toasting AA for gays in the process. “And I even continued to go to the group after….” what was his name again? How could he forget his name? he stumbled over the finally remembered name, “Ang….Angela…lo, Angelo! left. I mean I didn’t sit there and slam him in front of everybody….I just sort of hoped they could give me some insight.” Clay stopped talking, trying to keep his mind on topic, but also remembering that dreadful time in his life.

Of course, everyone sympathized. Some had even been through the same thing before, just not with their current partner. After going backward for a while hoping to see something Clay may not have seen, they decided to focus on his future without Angelo instead. No one knew this, not even Rachel or his dad, but some of those Friday nights “out with the boys” had been spent with this group. They didn’t need to know. He wanted them to believe he was over him….it….whatever.

“So, did it help?” Kurt asked, sipping the wine ever so slightly. Clay laid his head back on the headrest and closed his eyes. “Yeah, but mostly I was left with the question of, if I wanted a long-term relationship again, did I want it to be open or not. I still don’t know……that’s the only serious relationship I’ve ever had.”

“Would you like to watch some TV?” he mumbled. He loved talking to Kurt, especially with no one else there, but he was tired of talking about Angelo. Angelo, Smangelo…either way he was gone.

“Sure, I guess,” even in his wine-fogged brain, Kurt could take the hint. And he felt so relaxed. “A movie maybe?” After checking what was available, they decided to watch Pitch Perfect. They both liked music and both knew about competitions. It was something they wouldn’t have to think about too much.

Kurt got up, needing to go to the restroom….and he made it, but not without weaving slowly along the path leading from the living room to the bathroom. He dimmed the lights before he returned, took one of the pillows from the couch, tossed it on the floor and grabbed the big afghan that lay on the back of the couch. “I haven’t done this since I was a kid!” he crowed. “Done what?” Clay asked, as he attempted the same route through the living room that Kurt had just taken. Why had he turned the lights off?

When he returned, he found Kurt laying on the floor on his stomach, the remote in hand, having left his almost empty wine glass behind. “Here,” he said to Clay, patting the floor next to him. He reached around, grabbed another pillow off the couch and laid it down next to him. Now he knew what Kurt was saying. He was having a hard time focusing, but it looked like fun…laying on the floor watching TV in the dark. He would have suggested popcorn, but neither of them was in any shape to make it. Kurt flipped the channel to the movie, resting his head on his hand under his chin, up on an elbow.

It was later than he’d planned and Blaine tried to be quiet as he attempted to unlock the door……but it wasn’t locked. They never left the door unlocked. Living in New York didn’t lend itself to feeling secure behind an unlocked door. Hmmm….he shut the door behind him making doubly sure that it was locked. Kurt might still be up and Clay was probably out with the boys, but he didn’t want to wake anyone just in case. The only light he could see was from the glow of the TV, but nothing was on….as if it was waiting for the next movie or show to come on.

He glanced at the couch, but as far as he could tell in the lack of lighting, no one was laying on it and none of the living room chairs seemed to be occupied. Maybe someone had just forgotten to shut it off. He made his way back to their bedroom, opening the door quietly, but Kurt wasn’t there either. Maybe the solarium? Nope, no Kurt. Maybe he’d decided to go out, but usually Kurt would have texted him or at least left a note, so he checked the kitchen table. No note, no used dishes…..

Well, maybe he didn’t want to disturb my time with dad, he considered. He decided he’d try texting him after he got undressed and ready for bed. But first, he needed to shut off the TV. He certainly wasn’t interested in watching it.

He made his way around the couch, looking for the remote. Hmmm….it was usually on the end table closest to the TV on the right side of the couch…..so…he started searching but then thought, oh come on, Blaine! You don’t need the remote, he chided himself, as he purposefully walked over to the TV and shut it off.

There was just enough light from the kitchen for him to make his way back to their bedroom and since it appeared that no one was home, he didn’t have to be quiet. Getting out of his clothes he decided to take a quick shower, mulling over the talk he’d had with his dad. He was really kind of excited! A summer trip to Europe? Even with all the moves, he’d never been outside of the US. Of course, he wouldn’t want to go without Kurt, but he had time to talk that over with his dad. He was nervous about introducing them. His dad may have finally been accepting of his being gay, but he knew nothing about Kurt. Oh, well, there was plenty of time.

He stepped from the shower and into the steamy humidity, toweling himself dry. Grabbing his phone from the bed where he’d tossed it, he sat down on the bed and quickly sent Kurt a text, “Where r u babe?” Staring at the phone waiting for a reply he heard a familiar sound. Kurt’s phone? He would never leave the house without his phone. This was getting scary! Unlocked doors…..lights out…TV left on… He tried again…..hearing the muffled bleat of his ring tone again.

It must be in the kitchen or the living room. It definitely wasn’t here in the bedroom. He wrapped a bath towel around his waist, padding barefoot down the hallway going in search of Kurt’s phone. He checked the kitchen first. At least he had a little lighting there. But? Not in the kitchen. As he turned to make his way around the living room again, he caught a glint from the end table nearest the door. Maybe that’s where it was. Why hadn’t he thought to bring his phone with him? Leaning closer, he didn’t see Kurt’s phone, but he saw a pair of wine glasses. That must have been where the glimmer of light came from.

Oh! There was the phone, he thought, patting down one of the chairs. Stuck between the edges of the cushion. Okay, now where was Kurt? He could check his messages. Maybe there was a clue there.

Puzzled, he tried to maneuver around the couch in the dark…..why didn’t he just turn on the lights? Mentally smacking his head, he thought, geez, I only had one drink and that was hours ago! But he was tired. And the dimmer switch was on the wall next to the door. Sighing, he turned around, and almost tripped over one of the two bodies laying there and what looked like an afghan tossed carelessly over them. Catching himself before falling, he almost gasped, but then walked backwards a few steps.

No……no, no, no…..he wasn’t seeing this. This wasn’t happening. Not Kurt! Please, not Kurt! And who was laying beside him? Forgetting that he held Kurt’s phone in his hand, his hands shaking, his mind wouldn’t settle on what to do. He could hear himself gulping air accompanied by his shallow breathing. It was like his body was frozen in place while his thoughts moved a mile a minute. “Kurt?” he hissed, his voice not sounding like his own. No reply. “Kurt…” he was almost in tears by now. Still….nothing.

What should he do? Any courage he might have had had disappeared. He didn’t want to touch them….either of them because…..what if…..what if…..no! his brain screamed, skittering away from the horrifying thought! But, he had to do something! What if they were still……stop it, Blaine, just stop it!

Glancing down at his trembling hands, it was as if he noticed the phone for the first time. 911….call 911….punching in the numbers as quickly as he could, he waited for his lifeline to pick up on the other end.

He should go turn on the lights. That’s where he’d been headed when he’d discovered….this. But his feet refused to move.

Attempting to bring himself under control, he closed his eyes, took some slow, deep breaths and steadied himself on the arm of the couch, opened his eyes again and just stared…..as his world seemed to crumble to the floor around him, shattering everything he’d ever believed to be true.