As for Quinn, he hand't heard anything on her. Mercedes promised to keep him updated if she saw anything new. And it wouldn't be a surprise if either of the girls confronted her about it either. He was absolutely positive that Blaine would have told him they split up, so he was confused by Quinn's actions.

He had spent most of his time sitting in his room catching up on homework that he was surprised Blaine hadn't taken from him. and when he wasn't doing that, he was eating or watching movies.

In other words, his Christmas had been boring.

And the only texts he got on New Year were from Rachel, Mercedes and Tina. Blaine had called him, and also told him to go to sleep straight after and not to let the bed bugs bite. Kurt had laughed in what seemed like a long time. He then proceeded to tell Blaine that he was five before they hung up.

For once, he was actually looking forwards to going back to school!

Blaine had come to pick him up, and had waited downstairs while Kurt continued to pack. Kurt hadn't actually brought home much stuff, but he had been missing his clothes lately. And even while he was home he didn't wear them, and it wasn't like he'd get an opportunity at Dalton. But he was packing some clothes anyway. He wanted to.

He hugged Blaine when he came down and refused to let go for five minutes. Blaine didn't seem to have a problem with this though, because he hugged back just as tight.

Kurt kissed his father on the cheek before he left and then waved when he was beside Blaine's car. He was feeling happier today.

"How were your holidays?" Kurt asked the second Blaine had started driving. Blaine smiled at him, noticing just how happy he was.

"Well... they sort of sucked. It was great seeing Layla again, but..." Blaine shrugged, struggling for words. "My parents... they treat me like i'm ten when she's around. And that night I went to see you, she started shouting at me because I kept a secret from her. I didn't say anything because she kept the fact that she was pregnant from both me and Layla. It just irritates me... other than that, i did nothing. You?" He asked, not even giving Kurt a chance to question him.

"Completely uneventful." Kurt lied. He wanted to ask about Quinn, but he stopped himself. If they really had broken up and Blaine was just acting strong for Kurt, then he'd tell him in his own time, right? "Has Layla gone back to university yet?" He asked instead.

"No, She's got two more weeks." Blaine sighed. He could tell she was keeping from him, and that bothered him.

"Oh..." Kurt couldn't think of anything else to talk about, which was strangely odd. He and Blaine were constantly talking about anything and it felt weird to be in silence. Kurt found this irritating, so, for the first time in over a month, he leaned in between them and switched on the radio. Blaine's eyes widened when he heard the music coming through the speakers and stole a glance at Kurt and smiled.

"This is new." He said, still smiling. Kurt shrugged beside him.

"I'm happy." Was all he said in return. Blaine smiled wider, and then he started to sing, in hopes Kurt would feel even better.

-Every February, you'll be my valentine, valentine,

Let's go all, the way tonight
No regrets, Just love,
We can dance until we die,
You and I, We'll be young forever.

Up until this point, Kurt had been staring at him like he was crazy, while at the same time admiring his voice. His voice was just amazing, he loved it. And he actually felt like singing too.

You make me, feel like i'm living a,
Teenage Dream!
The way you turn me on,
I can't sleep,
Let's run away and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back!

When the song finished Blaine was beaming.

"Kurt, your voice is amazing."

"I know." Kurt replied, a little of his old self shining through. "You're pretty amazing yourself." He said, blushing a little.

"Thanks... I'm glad you're happy, Kurt. It's nice." Kurt blushed more and was glad Blaine was concentrating in the road. They spent the rest of the drive singing, Blaine more than Kurt. But it was fun. Funner than a car ride usually is. And Kurt was genuinely smiling. Which, in turn, made Blaine smile too.

The second they got back to Dalton, Kurt took his own stuff back to the dorm before Blaine could even ask. He was hoping that Kurt was definitely starting to get better. Scratch that, he knew Kurt was getting better. And soon enough he wouldn't need Blaine to comfort him anymore. To hold him when he got nightmares. To whisper words of comfort in his ear every night.

Blaine thought this when he was just outside his and Kurt's dorm. He stood just outside the open door, watching Kurt put his things away. He suddenly realized that he didn't want that to stop. Sure he wanted Kurt to get better, but for some reason he still wanted wanted to hold him and comfort him, and whisper sweet nothings to him whenever he could.

And this is what confused Blaine. He decided he needed to talk to someone about it. Now.

He slowly entered his own room first and placed his bag on his bed.

"Hey, Kurt?" He said, without turning to look at the boy.

"Hmm?" Kurt hummed in response.

"I... urm, I need to go see Wes. About the Warblers..."

"Okay. I won't really go anywhere..." Blaine turned now and flashed a warm smile at Kurt, and got one in return. And then he quickly rushed from the room. He ran though the hallways wishing Wes was already back at Dalton. He pushed open his and Jeff's dorm room door when he found it open, only to walk in on Jeff and Nick playing Call Of Duty.

"Where's Wes? Is he in David's room?" He said immediately. The boys only noticed him when he spoke. They smiled slyly at each other before pausing the game and standing from their seats, still smiling as if they were up to something. Blaine stepped back hesitantly. He liked these guys, but when they were wearing that smile, he knew they were going to do something bad or sneaky.

"Wes isn't back yet. Neither is David." Jeff said, walking closer to Blaine.

"But, whatever you want to tell him, you can tell us." Nick said, following Jeff's lead.

"Uh..." Blaine continued to walk slowly backwards. "I'd rather wait..."

"Oh please! It's probably about your boyfriend, right? Wes tells us that stuff anyway!" Blaine stopped. Boyfriend?

And why did that suddenly sound so appealing to him? Kurt being his boyfriend?

"Wh-what?" He stuttered, his eyes flickering to gaze around the room instead of Jeff and Nick.

"Come on, Blaine! Just admit it!" Nick said, his smile widening.

"Admit what?" Blaine was getting quite confused. The two boys before him were always up to no good, but this was just plain confusing.

"Blaine, you know what we're-"

"What's going on?" Blaine spun around to see Wes at the door, eyeing the three curiously. Blaine smiled with relief while Jeff and Nick scowled.

"They told me you weren't back yet..." Blaine said, turning slightly to glare at them. Wes huffed and folded his arms.

"Well they lied. I got back yesterday." He then turned to the two boys in question. "Get out, Blaine obviously wants to talk to me. And only me."

"But you said-" Jeff started, only to be cut off by Wes.

"I know what I said. I'm also pretty sure I said wait. Now isn't the time, Jeff." Wes continued to glare intensely until they decided it was best they leave and shuffled from the room, grumbling as they did so. Wes then turned to Blaine with a sort-of smile on his face. "What's up? You're barely without Kurt anymore..."

Blaine sighed and ran a hand through his hair, removing it from it's gel cage a little. He walked to Wes' desk chair absentmindedly and sat down. He used to be so comfortable telling Wes things. So why was it so hard now?

"I think... I think Kurt's getting better..." He mumbled, staring down at floor. Wes' brow furrowed in confusion.

"Isn't that a good thing?" He asked, stepping a little closer to Blaine.

"YES! Of course it is!" Blaine said, finally looking up at Wes. He ran a hand through his hair again, half hoping it wouldn't become a habit otherwise he'd have to carry around hair gel all the time. Wes eyed Blaine for a minute, trying to figure him out. He then smiled a little and sat down on his bed.

"So what's bothering you?" He asked, maybe a little slyly.

"It's not that I don't want him too... get better, I mean..." He was once again running his hand through his hair. "It's just..." He groaned, unsure of how to word this.

"You like comforting him." Wes said simply. Blaine blinked, shocked. "And if he's better, he won't need you anymore..." Blaine's heart dropped at hearing his thoughts being spoken. "You like him, don't you?" Wes sounded so confident, like he could read Blaine's mind or something.

"I don't know Wes..." Blaine looked at his shaking hands. He was nervous. For the first time in a long time, Blaine was actually nervous. Once again, Wes seemed to read his mind.

"How long have you been questioning yourself for?" He asked quietly. How was Wes so good at knowing what Blaine was thinking? This was why he was his best friend. Before Kurt.

"Two weeks before Christmas." Blaine said without even thinking. He trusted Wes. He could tell him.

"TWO WEEKS BEFORE-" Blaine's head snapped up in shock to see Wes wide eyed. The boy quickly composed himself. "Sorry. Urm... why?" Blaine blinked at his sudden change in tone, but answered anyway.

"Urm... I think it was after my argument with Quinn. After she told me she loved me. I talked to Kurt, and he brought it up... Because I told him I never really felt anything for the girls I dated..."

The silence after was tense. Blaine was shaking slightly where he sat in Wes' chair. It was quiet, which wasn't normal for the two boys when they were together. Wes broke this silence by sighing. He stood from his bed and walked over to Blaine, placing a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

"Blaine," The boy in question looked up at him, uncertainty clear in his eyes. He was afraid of Wes' reaction... "No one, I repeat, no one is going to think any less of you. At least anyone that matters. Me, Layla, Kurt, David, Nick, Jeff, The warblers, even the rest of the guys at Dalton. We're here for you, Blaine. Do not rush in trying to figure out who you are. No matter what, We're going to support you, okay?" Blaine smiled, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

"Thank you, Wes." Blaine stood and pulled Wes into a hug, gripping onto him tightly. Wes smiled and hugged him back. Wes pulled out after a second, smiling lightly.

"Now... Kurt?" Blaine rolled his eyes and shoved Wes away from him. "Oh, come on Blaine!" Blaine shook his head, attempting, and succeeding, in hiding a smile. But Wes knew him all too well. "Go on. He's probably waiting for you. For his prince to come!" Blaine punched Wes, hard, but laughed with him. He then walked over to the door, stopping besides it turning around.

"Thanks, Wes. What you said... It means a lot to me..." Wes smiled and nodded.

"I meant it." Blaine smiled a little wider than before, and then left the room, happier than when he'd arrived.

The second Blaine had left, Wes whipped his phone and sent a text to every warbler, trying to stop them in whatever he'd set them up to do.

Whatever i've told you to do, STOP! Leave Blaine alone. I'll explain when I have to.

After receiving replies in confirmation that they were stopping, he went to his contacts to find Layla Anderson's number. Upon finding it, he pressed call immediately. She picked up after five rings.

"Howdy Wes." She came through cheerily.

"Has Blaine said anything to you?" He asked without hesitation, forgetting about even saying hello.

"What's got your knickers in a twist, Wesley?" She sighed.

"Has he said anything?" He asked again, getting a little frustrated.

"Blaine say's a lot of things, Wes. Please, feel free to elaborate anytime soon." He could hear the sarcasm leaking through speakers on his phone.

"I'll take that as a no..." Wes sighed and fell against his bed. "He just came to my room... And he... he told me that's he's been questioning himsel-" Layla squealed, and when her voice came through the phone again, she sounded happier and was paying a lot more attention.

"OH MY GOD! Did he tell how long for!"

"Err yeah... He said something about two weeks before Christmas. After his fight with Quinn." He heard something that sounded strangely like Layla coughing violently. When she stopped, which wasn't long at all, she started shouting down the phone.

"TWO WEEKS! I'VE KNOWN SINCE HE WAS FOURTEEN! HOW HAS HE ONLY JUST STARTED TO THINK IT! AND BECAUSE OF ONE STUPID FI-"

"LAYLA SHUT UP!" Wes yelled, effectively stopping her. "Be thankful he's thinking this at all! And he also told me that...It was Kurt. Kurt was the one who brought it up-"

"Wow, Blaine must be oblivious if Kurt saw it too." Layla said thoughtfully. "Sorry, continue?"

"And... I think he got closer to his answer today... He told me that... that he's worried about Kurt getting better..."

"Why would he be worri- OH." She sounded surprised. "He likes him?"

"Seems so." Wes sighed, shifting on his bed slightly. There was a silence, broken only by Layla's soft voice.

"I'm going to talk to him."