Blaine lay flat on his back on his bed staring up at the ceiling as the sun moved across his room, the shadows changing position. It had taken him half an hour to leave the common room after Kurt had run out. He had sat there staring at nothing, his mind blank, not even noticing the tears on his face. When he'd finally been able to stand, he'd walked to his room, collapsed on the bed, and hadn't moved since.

"Blaine, are you alright?"

Wes's voice, Blaine hadn't even heard him come in.

"Blaine?"

Blaine turned his head to face his friend, making the mistake of licking his dry lips; he could still taste Kurt on them. Kurt...

"Blaine, have you been crying?" Wes's voice was filled with worry.

Blaine sat up and scrubbed at his face with his hands. "I'm fine." He told Wes, his voice cracking.

Wes shook his head. "No, you're not. What happened? Come on, you can tell me anything, you know that."

Blaine stared down at the carpet, fighting against the tears as the memory he had managed to keep behind a locked door in his mind spilled out. "Kurt-" Blaine broke off when a tear fell. He pressed his lips together tightly to try and stop them trembling.

"Kurt? Is he ok? He hasn't been hurt has he?"

Wes was one of the few others that Kurt had told about the bullying he had experienced before he came to Dalton.

"It's not that," Blaine choked out. "We-we kissed...earlier today."

For a second or two Wes smiled, looking ready to offer Blaine a mixture of congratulations and teasing, then his face fell and he looked concerned and a little confused.

"What happened that's made you so upset?"

Blaine sighed, his shoulders slumping. "He ran out the room afterwards saying 'Blaine, I can't do this'. So, he clearly didn't want to kiss me and he doesn't feel the same way I do."

Wes patted Blaine's arm sympathetically as Blaine resumed his deadpan stare, this time at the carpet instead of the ceiling.

"Did he kiss you back?"

Blaine replied robotically. "Yeah."

Wes frowned. "That doesn't sound like he didn't want to kiss you or that he doesn't feel the same way to me." He paused. "Otherwise he wouldn't have kissed you back and him saying 'I can't' sounds like there is some reason he can't be with you. Maybe his bullying...maybe he hasn't recovered enough to deal with a relationship yet."

Blaine thought over Wes's words, they made sense to him. Kurt had only been at Dalton a few weeks so he probably still hadn't fully recovered from the bullying. Blaine knew he would have struggled with dating someone back when he had first transferred. He remembered the blush on Kurt's face the first time they had coffee together, Kurt's lips moving against his, his hand on Blaine's face, Kurt's heart racing when Blaine pulled him closer, him shivering when Blaine caressed his face, the tears in his eyes when he ran out the room...

"Maybe you're right." Blaine mumbled.

Wes frowned, leaning closer to Blaine. "Sorry?"

"I think you may be right." Blaine said a little louder.

"I usually am."

Blaine rolled his eyes, replaying what had happened after their kiss in his head. Kurt had wanted to kiss Blaine and there was some reason other than him not liking Blaine that had caused him to run off afterwards, Blaine was sure of it.

It took a good few hours for the tears to stop and the rest of the afternoon for Kurt to even consider doing something other than lying on his bed with the image of Blaine's hurt face tattooed in his mind. What had he been thinking suggesting that song? Once again he had spoken his true feelings without thinking, like he always seemed to do when he was with Blaine, and now Blaine was risking being dragged into something he knew nothing about, something that would kill him if Kurt wasn't careful. Kurt wasn't stupid, he had seen the look on Blaine's face just before he ran out the room; Blaine's feelings towards him were more than friendship. The worst part was Kurt couldn't even bring himself to wish he had never met Blaine. Meeting Blaine had been the best thing that had happened to him since before his Mom had died, and the only time he forgot about his curse and was Kurt again was when he was with Blaine. And now Kurt would have to hurt him...

Anger surged through him and he grabbed the closest object to him - a math textbook - and threw it across the room with as much force as he could muster. It slammed against the wall with enough force to leave a mark before dropping to the floor with a thud that Kurt knew they would hear in the room below.

There was a series of loud knocks at the door.

"Kurt?" Wes's voice called through the door, sounding worried.

The blood was still rushing through his veins and there was an angry buzzing in his head, like trapped wasps.

"What?" He yelled back.

There was silence for a moment, and then Wes said hesitantly. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Kurt thought about telling him to leave him alone, but his anger had fizzed out as quickly as it had come and he just felt depressed again. "Yeah, sure come in." He flopped down onto his bed just as Wes walked in, looking around nervously.

Kurt kicked his chair out from behind his desk and Wes sat down facing Kurt, his eyes searching Kurt's face. Suddenly, Kurt remembered that Wes was Blaine's roommate and that the two were close friends and Blaine had probably told him everything that had happened earlier.

Kurt decided to get straight to the point. "You're here to talk about Blaine aren't you?"

Wes nodded slowly. "That and I heard a massive bang coming from your room." His eyes travelled over the marked wall and the textbook lying on the floor.

"I'll get the wall fixed." Kurt mumbled.

Wes rested his elbows on his knees. "Blaine's really upset, Kurt and I know you are too. I don't know if it's the bullying that caused you to run out on him or-"

"It wasn't because of the bulling." As soon as the words were out of his mouth Kurt could've kicked himself, it would have made an easy excuse.

"Then what was it? I know how you feel about Blaine, Kurt you didn't just do that because you don't feel the same way Blaine does."

Kurt shook his head, twisting his hands together on his lap.

Wes stood up. "If you don't want to talk to me about it at least go to Blaine."

Kurt nodded. "I'll talk to Blaine."

"Please do. I'll see you at dinner." Wes smiled and nodded at him before leaving the room.

"Dinner...right."

Snatching up his textbook and returning it to his desk, Kurt stepped into his bathroom to tidy himself up before he had to head down to dinner.

Blaine hadn't wanted to go to dinner, eating was the last thing he felt like doing right now but Wes had persuaded him and he now found himself sitting beside Trent, toying with a plate of food he wasn't going to eat. Since he had sat down at the table ten minutes ago his friends had all asked him what was wrong at least twice each and after he refused to tell anyone anything they had resorted to shooting him concerned glances every now and then.

A tray was sat down beside his and Blaine looked up to see Kurt sitting down next to him. Nobody would know from looking at Kurt that he had had anything but a nice, normal day, only Blaine could see the slight redness around his eyes.

Kurt gave him a small smile. "Hey." He said, quietly.

Blaine cleared his throat. "Hey." He managed to return the smile, though it was somewhat strained.

Kurt pushed his food around his plate for several long minutes whilst Blaine sat tensed up waiting for him to speak. Out the corner of his eye he saw Kurt bite his lip and turn to face him.

"Can we go somewhere quiet to talk?"

"Don't you want to eat first?" Blaine asked him.

Kurt shook his head. "Not hungry."

Blaine pushed his plate away and rose to his feet.

"We can talk in my room." Kurt told him, leading the way out of the dining hall.

Blaine could feel Wes's eyes on the pair of them as they pushed open the doors and headed out into the corridor.

Neither of them spoke until they were in Kurt's room, Kurt perched on the edge of his bed and Blaine sitting on his desk chair.

Kurt took a deep breath and locked eyes with Blaine. "I'm sorry, Blaine. I'm sorry for running out on you and I'm sorry for leading you on."

Blaine froze, not sure he heard him right. "Leading me...on?"

Kurt's face was a blank mask, his eyes fixed unseeingly on Blaine's. "I think I led you to believe that I thought of you as more than a friend, but I don't."

"Right." Blaine managed to say.

"I really don't want this to ruin our friendship, Blaine." The emotionless mask on Kurt's face was gone, and now Kurt was looking at him pleadingly. "I think we should just forget it ever happened and just stay friends."

Blaine nodded. "Ok. Sure. Fine."

"I have an assignment to finish; I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow." Kurt said bluntly, all emotion wiped from his face again.

Blaine couldn't get his brain and mouth to work to reply so he left the room without saying anything. He lent against the wall beside Kurt's door, his legs too unstable to carry him back to his room. A sob came from inside Kurt's room just as Blaine started walking away from the door.