Kurt and Jean-Paul, backdated to 12/31/18
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ax_mainWanting to start the New Year off right, Kurt talks to Jean-Paul at the New Year's Eve party.
Kurt knew if he waited for the perfect moment, no moment would be perfect enough and he’d be waiting all night, so the party was still only just getting started when he approached Jean-Paul. He was nervous. It had been over a year since they’d last really spoken, and there was no telling how this would go. It was worth the risk, though. He liked Jean-Paul and his hope was that could eventually become friends, but, more importantly, he owed him an apology.
“Hallo, Jean-Paul,” Kurt greeted, offering a friendly smile. “How are you?”
Jean-Paul looked up from the cup in his hands. He was alone for once, which was unusual; Warren or Simon typically weren't very far from his side at these school parties.
"Is something wrong with Jeanne-Marie?" Or Aurora. Whichever one was in charge at the moment.
Kurt looked confused. “No, she is fine.”
"That's the usual reason we talk," Jean-Paul pointed out, as if it were obvious.
Kurt hadn’t realized Jean-Paul felt that way. That wasn’t how it had seemed to him at all. As far as he could recall, the only time they’d talked about only Jeanne-Marie had been when she and Jean-Paul had been fighting. They hadn’t really spoken since then, and he’d thought that was what Jean-Paul wanted. Maybe a lot of this was just a misunderstanding.
“I am sorry, I never meant for it to come across that way,” Kurt said. “I wanted to talk to you about us, actually.”
"What do we have to talk about?" Jean-Paul asked, making an effort to curb his tone, but only just managing it. He really was not in the mood for a lecture on his failures as a person at the moment.
Kurt decided to chalk up the hint of anger he thought he heard in Jean-Paul’s voice to his own insecurity, and forged ahead, replying, “I wanted to apologize. For when I talked to you about Jeanne-Marie. The way I handled it was wrong.”
Jean-Paul folded his arms over his chest, then shrugged. "It was. But what does that matter at this point?”
“It matters because, no matter what, it should be said. I owe you an apology. We were never close, but you still deserved better from me. I considered you a friend, and I did not act like it. My life was, ah, sheltered, to put it in a word. Navigating so many friendships, relationships… There is a lot of this I am still getting used to. It is no excuse, I know, but what I am trying to say is I am working at being better.” Kurt was aware he was beginning to ramble, and he caught himself off from it with a small frown. “I understand if you do not want to be my friend, but I would like to try to be again.”
"Look..." Jean-Paul seemed to catch himself and unfolded his arms. "I'm sure you're sincere. But I don't think you're going to want me as a friend once you get to know me better. You're a very... nice person, and I'm not sure we're compatible.”
A small smile turned up the corners of Kurt’s mouth. “Maybe not, but I would like the chance to find that out for myself. For what it is worth, though, I think you sell yourself short.”
Jean-Paul snorted. "You're in a minority, then. But I won't stand in your way if you're determined.”
Kurt would have hugged Jean-Paul if he hadn’t thought it would be over-stepping his bounds. “I am very determined,” he said, grinning.
Kurt knew if he waited for the perfect moment, no moment would be perfect enough and he’d be waiting all night, so the party was still only just getting started when he approached Jean-Paul. He was nervous. It had been over a year since they’d last really spoken, and there was no telling how this would go. It was worth the risk, though. He liked Jean-Paul and his hope was that could eventually become friends, but, more importantly, he owed him an apology.
“Hallo, Jean-Paul,” Kurt greeted, offering a friendly smile. “How are you?”
Jean-Paul looked up from the cup in his hands. He was alone for once, which was unusual; Warren or Simon typically weren't very far from his side at these school parties.
"Is something wrong with Jeanne-Marie?" Or Aurora. Whichever one was in charge at the moment.
Kurt looked confused. “No, she is fine.”
"That's the usual reason we talk," Jean-Paul pointed out, as if it were obvious.
Kurt hadn’t realized Jean-Paul felt that way. That wasn’t how it had seemed to him at all. As far as he could recall, the only time they’d talked about only Jeanne-Marie had been when she and Jean-Paul had been fighting. They hadn’t really spoken since then, and he’d thought that was what Jean-Paul wanted. Maybe a lot of this was just a misunderstanding.
“I am sorry, I never meant for it to come across that way,” Kurt said. “I wanted to talk to you about us, actually.”
"What do we have to talk about?" Jean-Paul asked, making an effort to curb his tone, but only just managing it. He really was not in the mood for a lecture on his failures as a person at the moment.
Kurt decided to chalk up the hint of anger he thought he heard in Jean-Paul’s voice to his own insecurity, and forged ahead, replying, “I wanted to apologize. For when I talked to you about Jeanne-Marie. The way I handled it was wrong.”
Jean-Paul folded his arms over his chest, then shrugged. "It was. But what does that matter at this point?”
“It matters because, no matter what, it should be said. I owe you an apology. We were never close, but you still deserved better from me. I considered you a friend, and I did not act like it. My life was, ah, sheltered, to put it in a word. Navigating so many friendships, relationships… There is a lot of this I am still getting used to. It is no excuse, I know, but what I am trying to say is I am working at being better.” Kurt was aware he was beginning to ramble, and he caught himself off from it with a small frown. “I understand if you do not want to be my friend, but I would like to try to be again.”
"Look..." Jean-Paul seemed to catch himself and unfolded his arms. "I'm sure you're sincere. But I don't think you're going to want me as a friend once you get to know me better. You're a very... nice person, and I'm not sure we're compatible.”
A small smile turned up the corners of Kurt’s mouth. “Maybe not, but I would like the chance to find that out for myself. For what it is worth, though, I think you sell yourself short.”
Jean-Paul snorted. "You're in a minority, then. But I won't stand in your way if you're determined.”
Kurt would have hugged Jean-Paul if he hadn’t thought it would be over-stepping his bounds. “I am very determined,” he said, grinning.
