"You have two options," I told Kurt as we sat in his room late Friday night. Kurt was nervously pacing the room as we debated which song he should audition with. I couldn't help but think the gesture was extremely adorable, but I hated myself for thinking it. "You can either sing your own song or you can sing with me."

"I can sing with you?" He asked, stopping his pacing. "No, that would be taking the cowards way out. Thanks for offering, though."

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, resisting the urge to grab his arm and pulling him down onto the bed with me. Though I found nervous Kurt cute, I couldn't help but want to comfort him.

"Well, last year I managed to perfect my performance of Defying Gravity." Kurt replied hesitantly.

"Sing it for me." I suggested, leaning back on my elbows.
"Right now?" Kurt asked, looking skeptical. "I don't have any music or--,"

"I'm not going to judge you." I promised, sitting up and meeting his eyes, wanting him to be comfortable enough around me to do this. "I'll just tell you if I think you should audition with it."

"So you will be judging me."

"In the nicest way possible." I gave him the best cheasy smile I could muster and he laughed.

"Okay, fine, but you're not allowed to watch me." Kurt said, crossing his arms over his chest and waiting for me to close my eyes or turn around.

"What? Why?"

"Because you make me nervous, Blaine." Kurt admitted.

"I do?" I asked, unable to hide my grin. I made Kurt nervous. Kurt, one of the most attractive men I've ever met, one of the most self composed people I've ever met, was nervous because of me.

"Oh, don't sit there and smirk at me. If you want me to sing it, you close your eyes." He said sternly.

I obediently closed my eyes but I couldn't manage to wipe the grin off my face. That is, until he started singing. I opened my eyes, unable to obey Kurt's command. He stopped singing at once, which was probably for the better.

"Audition with that." I told him, already heading for the door. "I have to go. I'll see you later, okay?"

Kurt looked thoroughly confused. "Yeah, alright."

I had to get out of there fast. I pushed open the door, not sure where I wanted to go, but knowing I couldn't stay with Kurt.

I don't know what I expect from Kurt, but it hadn't been that. He'd been... amazing. There was no other word for it. I'd heard a lot of people sing in my life, but no one had yet to make much of an impression on me. I mean, sure, I knew a lot of people who had great voices, but I'd never heard anyone who could really sing. Who could put all of their emotions in a song and make you feel something.

And that was too much for me. Already Kurt seemed perfect; he was kind, he was, admittidely, the cutest boy I'd ever met, and he seemed to like me. If I'd been in danger of falling for him before, now I knew I was going to be a goner.

Maybe I was being pathetic, running away from Kurt just because I might actually care about him, but I couldn't help it. I'd been in love, once before, and the way things ended proved to me that falling in love wasn't worth it.

His name was Chad. We went to Junior High together. At that age I was just discovering the truth about my sexuality, but I knew without a doubt that what I had felt for my best friend Chad was what most people expected me to feel about girls.

During the summer between eighth and nineth grade I told Chad how I felt and he looked so disgusted with me.

"What did you expect?" Chad asked while already moving away from me. "Did you think I'd love you back? I don't even want to be friends with you anymore."

It was painful to know that he not feel the same way, but it was understandable. Yet he didn't ever want to see me again, which broke my heart into pieces.

The next year at school everyone seemed to know what I'd told Chad, that I was gay. At first people made jokes behind my back, but eventually people, mainly the other guys in my school, started getting worse about it.

Maybe Kurt was gay, and that meant that by liking him he wouldn't turn on me and ruin my life, but he probably didn't feel the same way, and I promised myself I would never, ever let someone else break me like that again.

"Blaine, you okay?"

I turned to see Nick, his hair wet and his loose shirt clinging to him. The look worked for him, but it didn't do anything for me. Nick was like a brother.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lied, running a hand over my face. "Just tired."

"It's seven-thirty." Nick commented as we started walking together towards his room. "And aren't you supposed to be helping Kurt find a song to audition with?"

There was a smile playing on Nick's lips now. Actually, there usually was. I was jealous of him most of the time. Nick was a genuinly happy person.

"He's doing Defying Gravity. You know, the song from--," Nick raised a hand to stop me.

"From Wicked, I know. Is he any good?"

"Great," I muttered, not wanting to reveal to Nick exactly what I thought about Kurt's singing. "He was perfect."

"Are we still on for that movie tomorrow?" Nick asked me, pausing in front of the door to the room he shared with Jeff.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you guys. Kurt said that if we want to rent movies instead that we can all watch them at his place. His parents are going to be gone for the weekend." How did I possibly forget that? I'd spent practically the entire afternoon thinking about spending time with Kurt, alone, at his house. It was just another thing that had been driving me crazy lately.

"I'm sure Jeff won't care, as long as we get to pick the movies. If you pick out another movie adaptation of a Nickolas Spark's novel, Jeff may just kill you." Nick joked.

"To be honest, I didn't even really like that movie. I just enjoy making Jeff suffer." I said with a laugh. I really did like the Notebook, though.

"We'll need to get a ride with you. My cars in the shop."
"No problem." I said, already starting to walk backwards since Nick had his hand poised on the doorhandle. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright. And Blaine?" He called, a few feet already between us. "If you ever want to talk about what's bothering you, I'm here."

He closed the door before I could ask him how he could tell something was bothering me. Was I really that easy to read? Hopefully not, or Kurt would realize what I was starting to feel for him, and not only would any chance of anything more be destroyed, but we would no longer be friends.