I wake up sweating, the pair of dark brown eyes still vividly pictured in my head. I shrug it off. I’ve had the weirdest dream...well...it wasn’t weird per se, it just feels weird. I don’t think that I’ve ever expected myself to dream about Blaine.

We were back in the auditorium and had just sung another song together. I remember he’d belted out some amazing lines and I had frozen in awe. Not only that, I was crying, crying out of emotion of how beautifully he had sung the song. And he had noticed, he had noticed my tears. He had walked towards me and had grabbed my hand.

Looking up, my eyes had met his and seen an unknown kindness, never before had I seen such kindness in anyone’s eyes before. He had given me the most warming smile ever and it had filled my insides with a fizzy, happy feeling.

No words were being said and  –unlike what you’d expect- it wasn’t awkward in the slightest. His hand had in one swift moment, even though it seemed to be going in slow motion, touched my cheek. His thumb had brushed my skin, catching a tear falling from the corner of my eye.

He had looked at me again, giving me a crooked smile, leaning in. I had just noticed the slight parting of his lips before my brain had registered that he was kissing me. His lips had felt soft against mine, felt like they belonged there, that they were made to be kissing me and no one else.

Now, dreaming about someone sure changes your view on them. It makes everything so much more complicated. Especially when it comes to dreaming about kissing someone you actually don’t like. The sing-off was a really weird experience and I blame exactly that same sing-off for the dream I had. I shrug it off and climb out of bed to get ready. I don’t even know what to expect of today. What to expect of Blaine...were we okay after last night? Would he go back to pestering me? I don’t know what to think, I don’t know what to feel, I don’t know how I feel about him...

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“You had WHAT?!” Rachel screeches.

“Shshshsh, don’t scream like that.” I hiss, seeing how everyone is now looking at us. I hadn’t told her about the sing-off yet. It was only yesterday, mind. Now, I’ve just told her between two classes and I see that she’s not appreciating the fact I’m giving her so little time to interrogate me, “Gina made Blaine and I have a sing-off.”

“How did it go?” she asks eager.

“Okay, I guess.” I don’t want to tell her the truth. I don’t want to admit to her that I felt like I lost. She’d only freak out even more.

“How did, you know, he do?” She asks and makes a little nod in Blaine’s direction.

“He was good.” I admit and resist the urge to look at him.

“You were better.” She hisses before focusing back on her work.

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“Argh!” I look at Rachel annoyed, not appreciating her outburst and sigh trying to rid the inky mess on my paper caused by her furious growl. “I’m so sick and tired of waiting.” she slams her fist on the table. We’re at her home working on our homework when she gets this outburst.

“Rach...you are losing it.” I sigh, “please can we stop talking about it? It’s all we’ve been talking about the past two weeks. I’m slowly going insane.”

“I’m sorry, Kurt. It’s just that this musical means a lot to me.”

“I know, Rachel.”

“No. You don’t know. I mean, you understand but you don’t know.” She snaps, slamming her fist down. She sighs. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.”

I stare at her for a second before it all kicks in. “Oh...Rach, I’m so sorry.” I gasp, “I’ve been selfish. I do know it means a lot to you, I’ve just...I’ve just been struggling with myself lately. I...I’m sorry.”

“Kurt, it’s okay.” She smiles.

“No, it’s not! You’ve always been there for me. Stood by my side during the toughest of times and now I’m being selfish.”

“It’s fine. I know you’ve been going through a rough time. Especially with Blaine. You try to hide it and you’re good at it but...I’ve known you for longer than this Kurt.” She grabs my hand, “but I know, we’ll get through this together.” She kisses my cheek.

“I love you.” I smile, “thank you.” We stand there in silence, hugging.

“Do you want to talk about the Blaine thing?” she asks.

“Not really.” I shrug, “do you want to talk about the musical?” I smile at her.

“Not really.” She winks.