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[slap_the_butt]

[Kurt comes storming into Cameron's room, without knocking, obviously annoyed.]

Damn it, Cameron, what did I tell you about getting fingerprints on my car? It's like no one in this house ever listens!

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[slap-the-butt.livejournal.com]

He doesn't treat me like crap, Cameron! He's my best friend!

[betterhummel.livejournal.com]

[ Cameron winces like he's been slapped before he swallows. ]

Good for you. I didn't touch your car. Anything else?

[slap-the-butt.livejournal.com]

[He sees the wince and takes a step forward, eyes narrowing, his issues with the car momentarily forgotten.]

Don't even... you know what? No. You don't get to act like me having friends is a personal insult to you. Mercedes is my best friend too. Is that a problem? How about Rachel? Do you hate them too?

[betterhummel.livejournal.com]

I don't care how many friends you have! [ Cameron looks away, swallowing. ] I don't care. Because guess what? I don't matter. Not to anyone. So, please, go. Just - have your best friends and your sleepovers and your coffee dates and leave me to rot, okay?

[slap-the-butt.livejournal.com]

How can you say that? You matter more to me than anyone, Cameron. You're my brother, my twin, my best friend, my everything. Me having friends doesn't take away what you are to me.

[betterhummel.livejournal.com]

Blaine is your best friend. Mercedes is your best friend. I don't fit in with you and - and that group. It doesn't matter.

[slap-the-butt.livejournal.com]

You always fit with me. No matter what, you fit with me. That's why I always try to get you to hang out with us. Because I always have a better time when you're around.

[betterhummel.livejournal.com]

[ Cameron rubs at his eyes, staring down at the floor. ]

Can you just - go? I'll clean your car later.

[slap-the-butt.livejournal.com]

No, I'm not going anywhere until you understand.

[betterhummel.livejournal.com]

I don't need to understand. [ He shakes his head slowly. ] Just - please. Please, Kurt.

[slap-the-butt.livejournal.com]

Maybe I need you to understand. [He crosses his arms in front of himself and stands his ground.] No, Cameron. I'm not going anywhere.

[betterhummel.livejournal.com]

I don't know what you want me to understand. [ He sniffs, rubbing at his nose. ] I'm your brother. Okay. I understand.

[slap-the-butt.livejournal.com]

I want you to understand that you fit with me, Cameron. That you're my best friend and the most important person in my life and I want to share everything with you.

[betterhummel.livejournal.com]

But you have Blaine now. You don't need me anymore.

[slap-the-butt.livejournal.com]

Blaine could never replace you. Never. No one could. Why don't you understand that?

[betterhummel.livejournal.com]

Because you loved him. Really loved him. I - I can't compete with that.

[slap-the-butt.livejournal.com]

I love you more. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you, Cameron. And I never will.

[betterhummel.livejournal.com]

But it's different. [ He shakes his head. ] Brothers. We're - we're brothers and that's that.

[slap-the-butt.livejournal.com]

No, Cam, that... that's not it. You're my best friend, don't you understand? You have what he has of me but more.

[betterhummel.livejournal.com]

You don't understand! [ Cameron stands, swallowing. ] You don't. You can't. I love you, Kurt. I love you.

[slap-the-butt.livejournal.com]

[He takes a step closer to Cameron.]

I love you too, Cameron. You know I love you. I love you more than anyone or anything. How can you say I don't understand?

[betterhummel.livejournal.com]

You're so stupid, Kurt!

[ He steps back, shaking his head, bumping into the wooden frame behind him. ]

I love you. In love with you.

[slap-the-butt.livejournal.com]

[He stares at Cameron in shock, frozen to the spot.]

Wha-- you're... what?

[betterhummel.livejournal.com]

[ He chokes, shaking his head. ]

I - I have to go.

[slap-the-butt.livejournal.com]

N-no... no, wait! [He stands in front of the door, blocking Cameron's exit.]

Yo-you can't go, Cameron. Not now. We...oh god...we have to talk.