Kurt didn't realise what was going on until a second later when his eyes focused and all he could see was Blaine's face up close. He began to really feel the movement that had been set on his lips, the warm and soft hands on either side of his face: this seemed familiar. The last time he felt this sensation was when Karofsky had done it to him: apart from that time it was a lot less comforting. Yes, yes that's right he finally knew what was going on! Blaine was kissing him! Kurt's mind fluttered and before he thought of what to do next he found himself giving back the same movement of his own lips.

He felt the two hands tighten against his face and he gave out a little groan. Blaine moved a hand behind Kurt's neck to draw him in closer, because all he wanted right now was comfort, desire, someone to love him. Kurt didn't know what to do with his hands but the next thing he knew was they were on Blaine's back, slowly caressing his shoulder blades in rhythm with their kissing. Things started getting passionate between the two and Blaine grabbed Kurt's lower back and pulled him to his own body. Kurt put his arms around Blaine's neck and settled himself against his body, feeling the electricity between them.

Blaine grabbed Kurt's blazer and removed it with frightening speed followed by his tie with both hands and lifted it off his head during deep breathless kisses. Kurt didn't quite understand what was happening yet until then he felt Blaine undoing his top button. Kurt let out a gasp of pleasure as it finally registered as to where Blaine was going. Kurt's world was falling into place all within a few minutes and to think that this would have never happened if Burt and Carole hadn't spent their honeymoon money on the Dalton enrolment. By gosh was he eternally grateful for that. But all of a sudden he felt the kissing slowing down and...Blaine pulled away.

The two Warblers were left staring at each other in shock and amazement, and heavily breathing.

"Oh..oh god Kurt I am SO sorry! What the heck am I thinking! I'm such an idiot!" he put his head into his hands and turned away from Kurt.

"Blaine-" Kurt reached for his back and moved a step closer.

"Don't touch me! I shouldn't be doing this to you! I absolutely have no right I'm so sorry." Blaine began sobbing and he ran for his bag and coat, throwing them onto his shoulder. "I gotta go." He took one last look at Kurt and Kurt could see the pain and how sorry Blaine really was.

"Blaine wait!" but there was no use, he was out the door before Kurt had chance to even move. Kurt ran out of the door after him but Blaine had already taken off at speed. I hope he doesn’t do anything stupid Kurt thought. No no he’ll be fine, he’ll come back when he’s cleared his head. He crossed the hallway to Wes and David’s room and knocked on the door repeatedly, “guys! Hey is anybody in there!” David opened the door.

“Hey woah Kurt what’s up? And where’s your blazer! I thought I’d never see the day were Kurt Hummel wears just a shirt!”

“Something’s wrong with Blaine! We were...well we were talking and he took off crying, he won’t even look at me!” His voice was really shaky.

“Well where is he now? Why didn’t you go after him?” David looked around the doorway and began setting off when Kurt grabbed his arm.

“There’s no use going after him he just took off so quickly, oh David it’s my fault!”

“Hey come on, come inside don’t worry he’ll be back in no time.” They both went into the dorm room, were they saw Wes sat on his bed.

“What’s wrong Kurt?” Wes looked up from his book.

“Kurt said Blaine left in a hurry after they were talking, oh what were you talking about to make him react like that?” David said, while inviting Kurt to sit on his bed next to him.

Kurt looked nervous, what could he say? Blaine jumped my bones and we nearly had sex but I must have repelled him or something? He thought so hard to bring a lie but what good would that do? And if Blaine came back and they became a couple then they would know eventually right?

“Blaine sort of came onto me. We were um, getting really intimate and then he stopped and put his head in his hands. He kept saying sorry over and over again and he wouldn’t let me talk, not even ask what was wrong. Guys? What?” The two Warblers were just staring at him; shock was what it looked like to Kurt.

“I can’t believe he’d do that! What about Jeremiah, he’s crazy about that guy. But mostly are you alright Kurt?”

“I’m absolutely fine. In fact, I’ve wanted this for a long time but, not in this way. I was just confessing my feelings for him and he latched onto me!” Kurt looked blushed and he knew it.

Wes looked totally shocked, “I had no idea you liked him Kurt!”

“I did. As soon as Kurt asked us if we were gay on that day he came to spy, well he was sorta asking Blaine, wasn’t you?” David smiled at Kurt as he saw him blush, “It’s ok.”

“Yeah, I guess I was.” Kurt looked down to his sweaty palms. He realised his top button was still open from the recent events, and held onto it, taking a deep breath, wondering were Blaine was and if he would be ok. He never thought in a million years that he could just walk into someone’s dorm and talk to guys about a gay relationship the way he can with Wes and David. He never thought they would be so kind and open about the whole situation. That’s another thing he loved about Dalton. “So what should I do?”

“Well, considering this has never happened with him before, I think it will be best to just leave him be for a while. If he comes back to Dalton tonight then he does. If he doesn’t, well, he’s probably gone home. Don’t worry so much.”

“Yeah, I’m sure everything will be fine tomorrow, why don’t you go and lie down, maybe take a nap or even take a walk, clear your mind.” David patted Kurt on the shoulder and smiled.

“Thank you both; really you’re such great friends. Now excuse me,” Kurt began to tear, “I’m gonna go lie down, maybe listen to some Celine Dion, ha.” Kurt left the room, leaving the two Warblers behind to carry on with normal business. As soon as Kurt shut his dorm room door, he flung himself onto his bed and grabbed for his pillow, weeping into the softness of the material while lying on his front.

He gave a quick, hopeful glance at his cell phone...no messages.

Kurt, you’ve really done it this time, he thought.