But I just can't look; it's killing me.

They're taking control.

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea,

Swimming through sick lullabies,

Choking on your alibis.

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The next week seemed all a blur for Blaine. He had stopped talking to everybody: His friends, Rachel, even his parents.

Everyone was concerned about him, but they figured it was because he was ‘sick', so they stayed away.

Really Blaine was a wreck because Kurt hadn't called him back.

Blaine had quickly called him that night, and about fifteen other times until midnight, begging Kurt to please not do it because he would regret it and he needed to be honest with himself and just admit to being gay.

After that fifteenth time he collapsed on his bed in a fit of sobs, making noises that he didn't realize a 17-year-old boy could make.

It was no use though. Kurt hadn't called him back and by the sounds of it he wasn't talking to Rachel about anything at all. Blaine missed school that entire week, too upset to even consider getting out of bed.

It shouldn't feel like a break-up, but it does to Blaine. Kurt was the first very close friend he had since his bullying days pre-Dalton. He couldn't believe that he was losing Kurt because he hadn't been quick enough to tell him the truth.

That Friday after his despair week, his parents had enough. They knew by then he wasn't really sick, just avoiding social contact. They invited Rachel over for Blaine to see him, thinking that seeing a girl he was supposed to be dating would get him out of his rut.

Instead it made her break up with him.

She had come in, took one look at Blaine, and scoffed before sitting on the bed rather harshly.

"Blaine," She said, "Stop being a baby and go get him."

Blaine looked at her, feeling confused, "Wh-what?"

"You heard me." She scoffed again, "He's a mess. You're a mess. So go. Get. Him."

Blaine sat up in bed, "I-I don't know what you me-"

"You know exactly what I mean, Blaine. Kurt hasn't been to school all week either, today was his first day back, and he has not left the auditorium." She brushed hair off her shoulder and continued, "Blaine, I have two gay dads. I can spot a gay. After your kiss with Kurt, I realized it. I thought you would've too, but..."

Blaine's eyes widened, "So you knew he was gay?"

She laughed, "Blaine, that was a given. That's when I realized YOU were gay."

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Blaine stood in the exact same spot as a week ago, watching Kurt dance on that stage with a little less grace than before, but still beautifully. Blaine didn't wait for Kurt to see him this time; He charged out of the shadows and walked right up to Kurt, grabbing him by the shoulders.

"JESUS!" Kurt shouted, his jaw going slack when he saw the guy interrupting him was Blaine.

"Kurt, please listen to me." Blaine pleaded, "I was against you and Brittany having sex because I was jealous."
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Oh please. Jealous of me for getting with her? She's seeing Santana anyways, so it doesn't really matt-"

Blaine covered Kurt's mouth before he could say another word, "Kurt I wasn't jealous of you. I was jealous of...of her."

Kurt's eyes widened. Blaine dropped his hand and tried to continue, "Kurt...Kurt I've been struggling with this feeling that we're meant to have something for quite some time, and hearing that you were going to sleep with Brittany broke me. I..."

Kurt sighed, "Blaine, we're not supposed to-I just don't understand, it doesn't make sense."

Blaine shook his head, "It doesn't have to..."

Blaine slammed his lips onto Kurt's doing what he wanted to do since the party. Kurt froze a little, but then wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders, pulling him closer.

Blaine tilted his head to deepen the kiss, and Kurt responded with a tongue in Blaine's mouth.

They stood there kissing for a few minutes, Blaine realizing that he wanted Kurt way more than he ever wanted Rachel.

They broke apart, gasping from the lack of air. They stared into each other's eyes, a smile pulling on Kurt's face.

"Did-did you..." Blaine started to ask, but Kurt shook his head.

"I couldn't do it. I could only think of you."

Blaine smiled and decided that there was too much talking and not enough kissing, pulling Kurt in again for another kiss.