Blaine was dreading what would happen once he got to school. What was Kurt going to say? Would he say anything at all? Would he just ignore Blaine and refuse to speak to him? What if he avoided him like the plague? Or worst of all, pretended like nothing happened? Blaine didn't know what he wanted to happen, he just wanted Kurt to forgive him. To accept that he had a momentary lapse with reality and smile at him again. But most of all, Blaine just wanted to know what was going to happen to his mission. If Kurt refused to look at him, much less be around him, how was Blaine supposed to protect him?

He didn't have time to mull it over once he arrived at the front gate. Mercedes was there, leaning against the bars and tapping her foot impatiently. She spotted him and stomped towards him, her eyes blazing with the intent to kill. Blaine was actually quite frightened when she stopped an inch away from him and popped her hip out.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she demanded, jabbing a finger in his chest. "I tell you to make a move on Kurt but instead you rip my boys heart out! I don't think so!"

Blaine's heart sank like a rock in his chest. He knew what had happened must have hurt Kurt but hearing it out loud made him feel like swords were stabbing his chest.

"Mercedes!" Blaine interjected frantically, "I know I messed up. I know. But I didn't mean to! I just got…surprised."

Mercedes didn't look like she was buying it. "He told me you leaned in first."

Blaine groaned and rubbed the back of his neck. He guessed it did look pretty bad.

"I'm really sorry," Blaine said. "I really am. I want to make it up to Kurt but I don't think he wants to talk to me."

"He doesn't," Mercedes confirmed coldly. She was glaring at Blaine and shaking her head in a way that made Blaine feel like he was being scolded by his mother.

Blaine tried to think of some way he could make everything better. He looked at the enraged girl in front of him.

"What did he tell you?"

Mercedes reeled back and placed a hand on her hip.

"Just that everything was going great!" she snapped. "Apparently you were so happy to see him and Kurt took you back to his place. I mean come on boy! How much more of an invitation do you need?"

Blaine blushed bright red but Mercedes just clicked her tongue and went on. "Kurt told me how he told you about his mother and showed you the music box and it was the perfect lead up to getting your mack on and suddenly you jumped away from him at the last second! What's all that about?"

Blaine stared at the ground. How was he supposed to get himself out of this one? This was why Blaine hated going undercover, he always had to lie. Blaine had no problem with confrontation. After all, he had an infuriating father and Santana as his partner. He practically lived with it. Lies and secrets were the one thing that made him lose his cool and get flustered. He was also quite bad at it.

He faced Mercedes expectant eyes and told her, "I just freaked out, okay? I really like Kurt and I'm just scared I'm going to mess everything up."

"Well it's a little late for that!" Mercedes hissed, "You've already screwed things up and its only been, what? Two weeks?"

"I know, I know," Blaine growled, rubbing his eyes furiously. "Kurt probably hates me."

Mercedes hard gaze softened. She sighed and patted Blaine on the shoulder, leaning against the bars once again.

"He doesn't hate you," she muttered.

Blaine tipped his head back against the cool bars and breathed out a long puff of air, watching it evaporate in cold winter chill. He tipped his head to look at Mercedes, who was staring straight a head, her lips pressed tightly together. She looked over at him.

"Just be straight with him, okay?" she murmured, looking sad. "Kurt's been through a lot in the romance department and not in a good way. The least you can do is just tell him the truth."

Blaine scoffed, like he could do that. He wished he could though. He really wanted to come clean and tell Kurt that it was his frigid boss that had ruined their moment. Instead he looked Mercedes straight in the eye and answered, "I will."

Mercedes left after that, leaving Blaine standing in the cold, waiting for Kurt. He didn't have to wait long though. Shortly after, Kurt appeared with Rachel at his side, the girl looking furious. Blaine wasn't deterred.

"Kurt," he began but Kurt simply opened the gates and started trekking up the hill. 

Blaine went to follow him but Rachel stepped in his path and held up a hand.

"I'm sorry Blaine, but Kurt does not want to speak with you right now," she informed him sternly.

"I don't care, I have to talk to him." Blaine side stepped the girl and ran to catch up with Kurt.

Rachel latched onto Blaine's arm and pulled him back.

"You can't!" she insisted angrily, tugging at him. "Kurt is very upset with you and doesn't need you trying to explain yourself!"

Blaine easily ripped his arm free but Rachel grabbed the back of his jacket before he could run. As annoying as she was being, Blaine had to give her props. The girl was insistent. Blaine quickly shrugged the jacket off and sprinted after Kurt, his skin prickling in the cold. He finally caught up with him and gripped his shoulders, spinning him around. Kurt looked startled but Blaine started talking before Kurt could tell him to go away.

"Kurt, listen, I know you're mad at me and you have every right to be. I'd be mad at me to if I were you. But you have to know, I didn't reject you." Kurt was staring at him skeptically and Blaine babbled on, his teeth chattering. "The truth is, I haven't had a  boyfriend in a really long time. And I just don't want to screw this up. You deserve better than that."

Kurt's mouth was open slightly and he was staring at Blaine with those damn eyes.

Blaine quickly added, "Also, I'm really sorry."

Rachel stumbled in between them and stood in front of Kurt, glaring at Blaine.

"Kurt doesn't care what you have to say," she declared. "So why don't you just-"

"Give him his jacket, Rachel," Kurt said quietly.

Blaine inhaled sharply and Rachel whipped around so quickly, Blaine was amazed she didn't trip.

"What!?" she exclaimed incredulously. "But, Kurt, he-"

"Just do it," Kurt said sternly, staring at the ground.

Rachel's jaw snapped shut and she huffed, grudgingly handing Blaine his jacket. Blaine tried to smile but the glare Rachel was giving him was enough to silence anyone.

"Go inside," Kurt told her softly. "I'll be in in a minute."

Rachel squeezed his shoulder and shot Blaine one last look before storming dramatically into the building.

Blaine slipped the jacket over his arms and sighed as the warmth began to return to his body. Kurt was still staring at the ground and Blaine didn't know what to do. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and scuffed the the ground with his shoe, eyes looking anywhere but the man in front of him.

"Thanks," he offered weakly, swallowing the rising lump in his throat.

Kurt looked up at him, his lips pressed firmly together and eyes glazed over. Blaine felt a sharp stab of guilt in his chest. He remembered what Mercedes had said to him and wondered what Kurt's romantic life had been like. He didn't know much about Lima but he knew enough about the real world to know that not everyone was as accepting as New York.

The chances were that Kurt hadn't had a boyfriend during high school. And due to what Mercedes told him, the ones that he did have weren't very successful. Now Blaine was just being added to that list of guys that messed with Kurt's emotions and broke his heart. The very thought made Blaine want to gather Kurt up in his arms and tell him how sorry he was and that he did want to be with him.

Finally, Kurt broke the silence with a long sigh.

"It's okay, Blaine," he assured him. "I don't want to guilt you into a relationship, or what ever."

"No!" Blaine hastily interjected. He blushed when Kurt looked at him with surprise. 

"I mean, it's not like that. I just…I freaked out and I'm really sorry."

"You already said that," Kurt said with a hint of amusement.

Blaine's heart leapt and he grinned sheepishly up at Kurt, fluttering his eyelashes. Kurt took one look at him and bursted out laughing. He swatted Blaine's shoulder playfully and Blaine couldn't remember ever feeling this relieved. Kurt wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye and smiled.

"C'mon super star," he chuckled, "class calls us."

Blaine laughed, nodding his head as Kurt rubbed circles into his back and lead him through the doors. Blaine was feeling light hearted as he walked down the hallways with Kurt. Kurt didn't hate him. Everything was going to be fine. Just fine. 

Blaine's foot knocked against something and he looked down just in time to see water slosh out to the brim of a mop bucket and splatter against his feet, effectively soaking his socks and shoes. Blaine groaned despite Kurt's laughter and sat down at the foot of the stair case. Kurt plopped down next to him grinning like the cheshire cat and giggling softly.

"Yeah yeah," Blaine mumbled, smiling, "laugh it up."

"Don't worry," Kurt assured him then smiled, "I will."

Blaine rolled his eyes and slipped his shoes off, placing them on the floor and tugging his socks off. Kurt wrinkled his nose and covered his mouth.

"Jesus, Blaine!" he exclaimed dramatically. "What? Do you soak your feet in skunk juice every night?"

Blaine glared at him then grinned mischievously.

"Oh, you don't like that, huh?" he mused, holding up his socks threateningly.

Kurt's eyes widened then narrowed. "You wouldn't."

"You obviously don't know me that well."

Blaine immediately leapt at him as Kurt shrieked. He pinned Kurt to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs. Kurt squirmed beneath him as Blaine held his stinky socks underneath his nose.

"Stop it!" Kurt laughed, thrashing his head wildly from side to side, tears welling up in his eyes.

Blaine grinned and pressed forward, ignoring the strange looks other people were giving them as they stepped over their bodies. 

"Still think my feet smell skunky?" Blaine teased, grinning from ear to ear.

"Yes!" Kurt growled, smiling despite himself. "Now, will you get off me? These clothes weren't made for rolling around on the floor!"

Blaine let out a very put-on sigh and slid off of Kurt.

"Fine!"

Kurt smirked and stood up, dusting his coat and pants off as Blaine wrung out his socks as best he could before retrieving his shoes from their spot on the floor and slipping them on. Kurt held out a hand, which Blaine gratefully took and hoisted him to his feet. They ascended a couple of stairs before Blaine's shoe slipped on the edge of a step. He gasped as he felt his whole body tipping backwards. He flailed his arms out, trying to catch ahold of the railing or something but he only grasped air. His blood ran cold as he realised he was falling, when a strong pair of hands latched not the front of his shirt and forcefully pulled him back.

Blaine staggered into Kurt's arms and panted out frightened breaths. Blaine looked down at his feet in confusion. It was like he had stepped onto a block of ice and slipped.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, eyes wide. "Are you okay? You almost fell down the stairs! You could've really hurt yourself!"

Blaine's eyes flashed open. Without a word he leaped dow the stairs and thrashed his head from side to side. Where was he? He looked back and forth but it was useless. The hallways were now crowded with people. It was impossible to try and catch a glimpse of someone you didn't know the face of.

Blaine sunk to the ground with a resigned sigh. It had happened again. Someone had tried to hurt him. Curiously, Blaine yanked his shoe off and examined it. He ran a finger along the soles and stopped. They were slippery. Like really slippery. He squinted at them and rubbed his fingers together. Grease. Blaine growled in frustration when he realised the perp must have greased his shoes while he was wrestling with Kurt. The person that had been trying to kill him had only been three feet away.

"Blaine, what's wrong?" Kurt asked as he kneeled down next to Blaine. "Is something going on?"

Blaine looked to see Kurt staring at him looking concerned and rather startled. Blaine's lips twitched upwards slightly.

"It's okay," he assured him. "I was just being a klutz, as always."

Kurt let out a small laugh, though his eyes were still worried. Blaine rose to his feet and helped Kurt up. They walked to class, Blaine standing quite close to Kurt and keeping his eyes peeled for anything suspicious.

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Blaine was officially stressed. For the rest of the day and the day after that, Blaine had been racking his brain, trying to think of who could possibly be trying to kill him. From the incident at NYADA, he had gathered that this person had access to the school. They also had to know that Blaine was a Task Force agent, which made no sense.

Maybe it was Rachel. She was really close to Kurt and knew Blaine. Maybe since he had been around her quite a bit she had noticed something that gave him away. Then again, Artie said that Kurt had known Rachel since high school. If she was a Sin, she would have done something by now. The same thing could be said for Mercedes.

Maybe it was a teacher or member of the faculty. They could watch over Kurt without looking suspicious. Although, Blaine hadn't noticed any irregularities and Artie's background searches gave them all alibis. 

Blaine ground his teeth as he stalked down the NYADA halls. He couldn't think of anyone that fit the bill.

Blaine was staring so intently at the ground he almost barged right into someone. He stepped back just in time to see the blonde guy from the courtyard and all of his classes standing in front of him. Blaine stopped short and looked him over. He was staring at Blaine with calculating eyes.

"Sorry," he said calmly, eyes narrowed.

Blaine nodded his head swiftly, "No problem."

The man nodded once then side stepped Blaine and walked away. Blaine watched him make his way down the hallway, his broad shoulders hunched slightly. At that moment, Kurt appeared next to him, a bright smile on his face.

"Hi!" he greeted.

"Hey," Blaine answered, distractedly. Before Kurt could say anything else, Blaine pointed a finger at the retreating figure.

"Who is that guy?"

Kurt's eyes followed the direction of Blaine's finger until his eyes lit up with recognition.

"That's Sam," he told him. "He's pretty quiet but nice enough. I see him a lot in class- actually, I'm pretty sure he's in all of my classes."

Blaine narrowed his eyes a the crop of blonde hair that had now completely disappeared.

"You don't say."

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"So, I handed in my paper, which I have spent all week on, to Mrs Blumefield and do you know what she said to me? The wasn't enough evidence to support my theory! Can you believe that?" Rachel squawked, practically steaming with anger.

Kurt rolled is eyes and replied in a very monotonous voice, "No Rachel, I can't believe it. Doesn't she know how extraordinary and talented you are?"

"Exactly what I said!" Rachel snapped.

Blaine laughed fondly at them as they made their way through the courtyard and sat on the brick steps surrounding the fountain. It had been four days since the incident on the stairs and nothing had happened. Blaine had told Artie everything that had been happening and Artie had been doing the same for him. So far, they had made the assumption that most of The Sins were in New York and the ones in Lima were stalking Burt. But that was it. Blaine would just have to keep a close eye on Kurt.

Beside him, Kurt quirked an eyebrow.

"Who's that?" he asked in confusion.

Blaine looked up from his sandwich and tried to see who Kurt was talking about. He squinted against the sun and saw the silhouette of a person approaching him quickly. It was only when the figure stopped in front of Blaine that he realised who it was.

"Well? Aren't you happy to see me, Sir Gels-a-lot?"

Blaine inhaled sharply before a wide grin split across his face. 

"Santana!" he yelled in joy. 

He jumped to his feet and wrapped his arms around the girl, lifting her into the air and spinning them both around. She slapped his back playfully and he set her down, staring at her in amazement before his brain caught up with him and started firing questions.

"W-what're you doing here?" he asked.

She smiled and flipped her hair off her shoulder.

"I came here to give you a hand." She quirked an eyebrow and asked, "is that okay?"

Blaine nodded his head frantically. "Yes! Of course that's okay." He then smiled softly. "You have no idea how much I've missed you."

Santana smelled back, her eyes kind. Their moment was interrupted by Rachel clearing her throat and Blaine suddenly remembered that her and Kurt were sitting right behind them.

Rachel looked at Santana in question. "Um, Blaine? Do you know her?"

"Oh! Yes!" Blaine laughed, looking back and forth between them. "This is Santana, my, um-"

"Step sister," Santana quickly interrupted with a grin.

Blaine stared at her in confusion. She glared at him and nodded back to their audience.

"Oh," Kurt blinked, "you never mentioned a sister."

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I guess it just, uh, slipped my mind."

Kurt turned his attention to Santana and smiled, holding out his hand.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Kurt Hummel."

Santana gripped his hand and squinted, taking him in. Blaine felt nervous as she eyed him critically and after a few moments released his hand.

"You to," she replied curtly then whispered in Blaine's ear, "that boy is fine, Anderson. You best be gettin' up on that."

Blaine tried to choke out a reply but found he couldn't with his face burning so brightly.

Rachel then slid across the step and bumped Kurt with her hip, nudging him out of the way until she was seated directly in front of Santana. Rachel rose to her feet and Blaine almost laughed that she only reached Santana's nose. It didn't help that Rachel was wearing shiny gold flats while Santana was standing in four inch heeled, brown leather boots.

Rachel stuck out her hand and gave a bright smile.

"Hello," she greeted. "My name is Rachel Berry and I would like to personally welcome you to the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts. I hope you-"

"Oh God," Santana groaned, "not another one. I just got this whole speech from some weird lady in a suit. I really don't need to hear it from Strawberry Shortcake's Israelian twin."

Rachel's jaw dropped open in shock.

"I beg your pardon!" she gawped. "I was just trying to give you a warm welcome!"

Santana cocked her hip out and curled her lips.

"Well, you could've done it without sounding like the voice over for a nineties kids show," she rolled her eyes. "Those things make me want to hunt the 'fuzzy pals' of Sesame Street with a butchers knife"

Kurt slowly urned to look at Blaine with wide eyes and his mouth agape. Blaine simply tilted his head.

"Yeah," he sighed fondly. "That's Santana."