Blaine soon discovered that talking to Kurt was as easy as breathing. They'd become as close as Blaine probably was with Wes and Blaine was practically head over heels in love. He had no idea how Kurt felt, but he'd talked himself into believing that Kurt would never reciprocate his feelings and that he was crazy if he thought that he ever would. It was getting harder to hide his feelings, and Blaine knew that he had to talk to Kurt. Blaine decided that he would speak to Kurt the next time he saw him. He was nervous to say the least, but he couldn't ignore the way he felt any longer. Even if Kurt didn't feel the same way, he needed to say it out loud.

The next time that Blaine saw Kurt actually turned out to be about an hour after he'd made the decision, gee, no pressure.

“Blaine?” Kurt said worriedly, snapping his fingers in front of his friend's face.

“Huh, I- what?”

“Are you okay? You're acting really weird...”

“Yeah I um...” Blaine started awkwardly. “I need to talk to you.”

“Well that doesn't sound good...” Kurt wondered aloud.

“No!” Blaine exclaimed too quickly and too loudly. “No, I'm just...never mind.”

“Well, I need to go home right now but we can talk tomorrow or something?” Kurt asked, walking backwards out of the school entrance to maintain eye contact with Blaine.

“Okay...um, sure.”

“Bye Blaine.” Kurt smiled way too cutely for Blaine to handle.

“Bye.” Blaine returned, finally able to breathe now that Kurt wasn't in sight. He went back to his dorm room and slumped against the door, sitting there for a good ten minutes before Wes's insistent knocking became too much.

“Finally!” Wes exclaimed when Blaine opened the door. “We were meant to study tonight, remember?”

“Oh crap. I forgot, I'm sorry.”

“It's okay. Do you want to do it another time?”

“No, no, it's fine. Come in.” He said, stepping to the side so that Wes could enter his room.

After about thirty minutes of studying, Blaine had zoned out completely. He was sprawled out across his bed doing nothing but staring at his textbook. Wes considered asking him if he was okay several times, but he decided against it. He decided to just leave his best friend to himself for a while, until it began to get creepy.

“Blaine? Are you okay?” Wes asked tentatively, snapping Blaine out of his reverie.

“ARGH!” Blaine groaned loudly, snapping his book shut before picking it up and hitting himself in the head with it repeatedly, kicking his feet about like a baby. Wes had to practically pry the book out of Blaine's hands to stop him from hitting himself with it any longer.

“I'll take that as a no,” Wes said slowly, stepping away from the bed and putting the book safely out of reach on Blaine's desk. “What's wrong?”

“I'm an idiot.” Blaine said as way of justification, burying his head in the soft blanket on his bed.

“And why is that?”

“Because I'm falling way too fast for Kurt and I'm too scared to tell him how I feel. He makes me crazy, Wes.”

“I can see that,” Wes laughed, sitting on the edge of Blaine's bed. “Why are you too scared to tell him?”

“Because I know he'll never feel the same way about me.”

“Wow...you really are an idiot.” Wes said accidentally, causing Blaine to lift his head from where it was smooshed against the bed covers with his eyebrow raised.

“Thanks for the support.” He said sarcastically, throwing his head back against the bed.

“That wasn't what I meant. I meant that you're an idiot because you can't see how smitten he is.”

Blaine lifted his head again, this time pulling himself into a sitting position.

“Tell me more.” He prompted, crossing his legs like a toddler.

“Blaine, anyone can see he's crazy about you. He looks at you with these dopey eyes, laughs at you even though you clearly aren't funny and have you not noticed how he sits next to you in all of your shared lessons?”

“We're friends.” Blaine shrugged.

“You mean more to him than that, Blaine, trust me. It's quite sickening actually.”

“I don't believe you.” Blaine said, crossing his arms over his chest defiantly.

“Believe what you want, Blainers,” Wes said, ruffling Blaine's hair and earning him a slap from the curly haired teen. “So what are you gonna do?”

“I wanna talk to him I just...don't know how to.”

“What do you like about him?”

“Really? We're going down that road?”

“Hell yeah we're going down that road,” Wes laughed, hitting Blaine's arm playfully. “Now answer the question.”

Blaine sighed, laying back against his pillows, before answering.

“What don't I like about him?” Blaine asked rhetorically. “He's just...Kurt.”

“And the award for the most romantic speech ever goes to...” Wes said dramatically. “Seriously though, if that's all you can come up with you're screwed.”

“Fine,” Blaine huffed. “He's...he's smart, and funny. He's just generally fun to be around. He's talented...have you heard the boy sing!? His voice is just like...magical. And god is he cute. The way he smiles and his nose scrunches up or when he laughs and all you can see are his teeth. And his eyes...don't even get me started on his eyes. They're just so blue, and they have little bits of green in them and you can tell when he's happy because you can just see his eyes glimmering. He's not afraid to just be himself and he's just, he's amazing, Wes.”

“You've got it bad, Blaine.”

“I know,” Blaine groaned, covering his face with his hands.

“You need to talk to him.”

“I'm scared.” Blaine admitted quietly.

“I know, but what if I'm right? What if he really does feel the same and you never find out because you were too scared to talk to him?”

“I know that you're right I just...I don't know how to tell him. I've never felt like this about anyone before, Wes, let alone told someone that I like them.”

“I don't know how else to help you,” Wes said sadly. “I'm sorry.”

“You know what...I'm just gonna tell him.” Blaine said confidently.

“Is that not that I've been telling you to do for like, the past half an hour?”

“Thank you!” Blaine exclaimed, crawling onto his knees and enveloping his best friend in a hug.

“You're welcome?”

“I need to text Kurt...where the hell is my phone?” Blaine said, patting around on his bed.

“Desk.” Wes said simply, pointing to Blaine's desk as the other teen jumped off his bed and ran to his phone.

Blaine: Meet me outside my dorm tomorrow after school?

Kurt: Okay.

The next day seemed to last forever. The two boys didn't have any classes together, which Blaine was sort of thankful for. He was so nervous about talking to Kurt that he was afraid he'd end up blurting it out at a random moment.

When the end of the day finally arrived, Blaine went back to his dorm to find Kurt sitting on the floor outside looking cute as ever.

“Hey.” Kurt said softly, standing up as Blaine walked over to him.

“Hi,” Blaine said shyly, fumbling with the key to his dorm before successfully unlocking the door. He stepped aside to let Kurt inside before following behind him, glancing over his shoulder to look at Wes who was standing there with a huge grin and thumbs up.

“So you wanted to talk?” Kurt prompted after Blaine shut the door.

“Uh, yeah...I, um...”

“Why are you so nervous? It's kind of creeping me out.” Kurt asked, playing with the strap on his bag.

“I um...I want to tell you something I just don't really know how...”

“Just say it. Whatever it is, I won't judge you or anything.”

Blaine took a deep breath, staring at the floor as he was too afraid to look Kurt in the eyes.

“I like you,” He said quietly, his heart beating faster than it ever had before. “A lot, actually...”

“Oh, um...” Kurt said awkwardly, and Blaine dared to look up at him but regretted it the second he did. What saw was Kurt staring at him, his hands gripping his bag tightly as tears welled up in his eyes. “I-”

“It's okay,” Blaine said, cutting him off. “I get it. You don't like me back. I didn't think you did anyway, I just-”

“It's not that,” Kurt said shakily, and he kind of looked like he was going to throw up. “I like you too, it's just...I can't.”

“Can't what?”

“I can't be with you,” Kurt explained, tearing his eyes away from the brown eyed boy in favour of staring at the floor. “There's too much you don't know about me.”

“Isn't that the point of dating though?” Blaine asked, taking a single step closer to Kurt as the other teen gripped his bag impossibly harder. “To get to know each other?”

“That's not what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean?” Blaine asked, voice breaking with emotion.

“Blaine, I-”

“Please,” Blaine begged. “I don't understand.”

“I'm sorry.” Kurt replied, his tears finally leaving his eyes.

“Please.” Blaine pleaded again, not entirely sure what he was asking for.

“I can't do this.” Kurt cried, more tears rolling down his eyes as he covered his mouth to stop his sobs from coming out and ran out of Blaine's dorm, leaving the other teen standing there, crushed.