Kurt walked into his classroom on Monday feeling guilty, bitter, and alone. For the past 48 hours he had regretted hanging up on Blaine and pondered the idea of calling him back. But he couldn't bear to talk to him again. Just the idea of Blaine flirting with him...or trying to flirt with him...made him question their entire relationship. Or lack there of. Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel were colleagues and best friends. Why ruin it? Why risk what they had for something more?

Kurt turned around in his doorway to see Blaine staring back at him from down the hall. Once he saw that Kurt had spotted him, his cheeks went red and quickly disappeared behind his door.

Dammit, Kurt. What are you scared of? The awkwardness? Well guess what, that's already here and nothing could be more unpleasant than this.

He knew that he had to say something to him or else their entire friendship would be ruined. But wait, he thought, maybe he was just blowing this out of proportion. Maybe Blaine was just mad at him because he left Blaine alone at the bar to be picked up by some random guy when he could have been having fun with his best friend. Yeah...maybe that was it.

That had to be it.

Blaine wasn't jealous, he was just mad because Kurt abandoned him on Friday night to have some fun of his own. Yes, he thought. That's it. He had finally found the answer.

But maybe, just maybe, that wasn't the answer Kurt had been hoping for. Maybe Kurt had stumbled into something unknown. Or possibly he was just unwilling to accept it.

“Alright, guys. You're Seniors. This is the biggest report that will be graded for the entire year.”

Groans came from around the room. Kurt persisted anyways. “Don't complain about it. Complaining will only make it worse. If you put in the time, and if you put in the effort, it will be an easy A. If you slack off and procrastinate until the last minute, you won't be having too much fun with it. And neither will your grades.”

More groans followed. Kurt looked around the room at every face of every student, trying to get something out of them. None of them cared. None of them wanted to try. They were here because it was the easiest of all the English courses available, and none of them wanted anything to do with one Mr. Hummel. In the end, Kurt would wind up reading one-paged reports when the directions asked for at least four, and most of them would end up failing the class.

And none of them were the least bit bothered by it.

Not one of them even tried to care. Kurt couldn't help but thinking that he was bad at what he did. It was true. His English 12 class had the worst grades of the entire English department. Their reading scores were low and they were completely uninspired. At least this class was anyways. The rest of the classes he taught were doing well, all except for this one. He just didn't know what to do anymore. So instead of yelling at the boy in the back who called him a heartless fag everyday, he kept his chin up and continued on. There was nothing else he could do. He was a failure, but at least he had his pride.

The bell rang for lunch. Kurt wasn't looking forward to this moment, but he knew it was bound to come. Lunch period meant he would see Blaine. Lunch meant he had to do something about the tension between them.

Kurt was dreading it like the plague.

He got up, pulled his gray skinny khakis up his waist, straightened his black pencil tie and walked out of the room with a confidence. He didn't know what brand of confidence he was selling, but it was there. And he hoped Blaine would sense it, because right now Kurt's insides had turned into mush.

Over the past four periods, Kurt had realized something. Blaine was the closest thing he had to love. Not like, not lust, just love. He loved Blaine Anderson with all of his heart. He had been there since day one when all of the other teachers barely cared to recognize his presence. Blaine had been there when he felt most alone. He had shown him around the school on his first day. Blaine told him that teaching was still his passion even when Kurt felt like stabbing his eyes out Oedipus-style, and Blaine had told him that he was good at what he did.

No one had ever told him that before.

Blaine was his one love, and with his one heart, Kurt wanted to prove it to him. He wasn't sure if Blaine felt the same, or if the past morning's discussion and content was being overblown by Kurt's unceasing mind. But the thing was, he didn't care. Kurt didn't care if Blaine didn't love him, because it really wasn't relevant.

Kurt had a feeling to express, and express he would.

At lunch.

Right now.

Or was this too much?

How could it be too much? This is perfect.

Alright, he thought.

Let's do this.