Kurt dreaded going to school on Monday. He had done everything in his power to avoid Blaine. He ignored his calls, refused to read his texts, and even abstained from Facebook. He had never been so embarrassed before. He didn't know what happened? One minute Blaine was saying he wasn't sexy, and the next, he was grinding against him. He honestly must have blacked out. Blaine didn't like him like that, he was just having a typical teenage boy reaction. Wasn't he?

Kurt didn't have much time to collect himself because Blaine was leaning against his locker and he needed this from that locker. Confrontation was unavoidable. "Morning Blaine, excuse me." Kurt tried to weasel around Blaine to get in the locker, but Blaine was leaning on top of the lock. "Blaine, can you please move, I need my History book."

"Kurt we have to talk about the other night." Blaine didn't budge. There's something I should tell you."

"Look Blaine, I don't really want to talk about it. I'd rather pretend it never happened." Kurt finally nudged Blaine away from the lock and was in the process of getting his book. "Besides, I really don't think now is the time nor place for that kind of talk."

"Fine, then have lunch with me in the commons. Its winter, no one will be out there. Please Kurt, it's really important for me to talk to you about this." Blaine pleaded with his eyes.

"Alright, you got me for lunch." And with that, Kurt walked off to his class. Blaine watched Kurt go. He had spent his weekend fighting with himself with his feelings for Kurt. Kurt was beautiful, smart, funny, talented, and kind. Everything Blaine loved in a man, but Kurt was also his best friend. He meant what he said on Valentine's day. He didn't want to ruin his friendship with Kurt, it was too important. But after their 'sexy lesson', Blaine can't help but think of Kurt's eyes, his lips, the sounds he made as he was toppling over the edge. The general attraction Blaine had to Kurt in addition to this new found sexual attraction, Blaine knew for a fact that he had fallen for his best friend. He had fallen hard.

When lunch rolled around, Blaine waited outside for Kurt. He waited. And waited. And waited. By the time the lunch period ended, Blaine was shivering down to his toes. Not from the cold March air, but because he was trying too hard to hold in his tears. Kurt stood him up. It felt like he had been punched in the stomach, slapped in the face, and spat on. How could Kurt do this to him? Then a thought accrued to Blaine. What if something was wrong? What if something happened? He pulled his phone out and texted Kurt.

Kurt, what happened to meeting for lunch? –B

No response.

Kurt, if you're going to be ignoring me, can you give heads up so I don't worry? –B

No response.

Kurt! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? –B

Blaine's phone rang flashing Kurt's face on the screen.

"Blaine? Hi. It's Carole, his step-mother. I have his phone. There's been an accident. Ku-"

ooOOoo

Blaine felt his entire word begin to crash around him. An accident? What if it was bad? He told Kurt he'd be safe at Dalton, he was supposed to protect him. Blaine didn't even respond to Carole before he hung up and found himself in his car driving as quickly as he could without getting in an accident. It wouldn't do Kurt any good if Blaine died in a fiery car crash. When Blaine got to the hospital he burst through the front door. "Hummel, I'm here for Hummel!"

The nurse directed him to the right room and Blaine all but ran down the hallways. When he reached Kurt's room, he took a deep calming breath and walked into the room. He saw Kurt, lying on his side talking calmly to his dad. "Blaine?" Kurt noticed him, "What are you doing here?"

"Carole called from your phone and said you had an accident… why are you on your side?"

Kurt turned bright red and Burt burst into laughter. "I, uhm, kinda slipped on the staircase and fell. I have a bruised pelvis and, uh, a, uhm, broken tailbone."

"You broke your butt?" Blaine couldn't hold in his laughter. Kurt just glared at him. "Sorry, I just can't believe I was so worried over a broken butt!"

Burt stood and patted Blaine on the shoulder, "I'll let you guys talk." Blaine looked at Burt confusedly, did Burt know something about what happened between them.

"No I didn't tell him anything, Blaine." Kurt said reading his mind. Blaine sat in the chair that Burt just vacated. He looked at Kurt for a moment, biting his lip. "Go ahead and laugh Blaine, it's funny ok. I broke my ass!" Kurt and Blaine both laughed.

"Yea, I should have warned you, Dalton stairways are our biggest threat." Blaine tried, and failed, to say with a straight face.

"Well, I was worried about sex for nothing, looks like I won't be using my hip area for a while." Kurt poked fun at his condition.

"Well, that is just too bad." Suddenly the laughter stopped. Kurt's eyes flashed a hint of sadness. "Look Kurt, about the other day…"

"No, it's fine. I get it. Your hormones took over, you hope it didn't change anything, you don't wanna ruin the great friendship we have, so on and so forth." Kurt waved his arms, trying to play it off.

"Kurt, that's not it…I've been putting a lot of thought into this." Blaine took a deep breath and grabbed Kurt's hand in his. "Kurt, there comes a moment, when you say to yourself, 'oh there you are, I've been looking for you forever.' The other day was that moment, for me, about you." Kurt looked up at Blaine. Blaine responded by squeezing Kurt's hand and continuing. "You move me, Kurt." With that, Blaine leaned in and lightly pressed his lips against Kurt's.

"How is this real?" Kurt whispered against Blaine's lips.

"Sorry it took me so long to realize it." Blaine apologized, kissing Kurt again. Neither of the boys saw Burt standing in the doorway, witnessing their entire exchange.