Kurt will admit that things got a little awkward after Blaine had admitted his feelings. It wasn't that Kurt didn't feel the same way—no, it wasn't that at all. In fact, Kurt did feel the same way, and that's why they drifted apart.

The rest of that weekend had been great. Blaine had spent the night at his house and everything was normal. Well, as 'normal' as Kurt and Blaine can get. Then the next day—after lots of hugs—Blaine had left, and Kurt holed himself up in his room with his Phantom of the Opera, Wicked, West Side Story, and Aida soundtracks, and contemplated his feelings.

He definitely liked Blaine back. Who wouldn't? The boy was charming, gorgeous, funny, kind, gorgeous, supportive, and did he mention drop dead gorgeous? Even as a freshman, Blaine was definitely one of the most attractive boys he knew. This all of course, was irrelevant to whether or not Blaine still felt that way. Because once he thought about it, Blaine never really did say if he still liked him.

But anyway, back to the present.

Things weren't getting any better when it came to the educational hell he had to visit every day. If anything, the bullying was getting worse. The dumpsters smelled worse than ever, but Kurt wasn't too obtuse to notice Finn Hudson. Kurt had met Finn back in sixth grade, and since then the boy had really, um, filled out. He'd gone from the lanky boy who was constantly pounding pencils on his desk like drumsticks, to actually playing the drums in Glee.

Yeah. Kurt had a class with him. A class where he got to sing, dance, and feel free to be himself. Kurt loved glee club. Especially that time when he got to dress in a Lady Gaga outfit. And when he got to sing I Honestly Love You to Finn. Although he's pretty sure the message fell through.

He will admit, though, that his flailing around after Finn had originally started with him trying to get over Blaine. Blaine went to another school that was an hour away, where there were plenty of boys for him to ogle at. But the worst part was that last time he had checked, Blaine's facebook relationship status had change from single to in a relationship.

When Kurt saw that he couldn't decide if he wanted to throw up, cry, or both. He'd logged out, shut off his computer, and hadn't gone back on since. He'd 'accidentally' dropped his phone in the sink while doing the dishes, henceforth getting him a new phone—and a new number.

Kurt knew he was being ridiculous, but he couldn't help himself. He was hurt, confused, and just plain emotional. He didn't understand why Blaine wouldn't call him before letting him find out through facebook, of all things. He thought they were closer than that.

When he was ready to contact Blaine, he would.

XOXOX

Dalton wasn't too bad. Blaine had joined many extracurricular classes at the beginning of Freshman year in order to gain friends quickly, ranging from the school's marching band to the debate team, and the soccer team. His favorite, though, was the show choir. They called themselves the Warblers. They got special blazers, respect from other students and even teachers, and being a Warbler made him feel special—like nothing could stop him if he set his mind to it.

His best friends at Dalton were all in the Warblers, including Wes and David, who Blaine had known in kindergarten. It was interesting to see that they were still attached at the hip. Those were the two who had gotten him boosted up on the waiting list after hearing him sing in the shower. They had practically pounced on him as soon as he had a towel wrapped around his waist, handing him pamphlets and sign-up sheets and even some secret insight on song suggestions for his audition.

But no one was supposed to know about that.

Wes and David had taken him under their wings, making him feel like he belonged right away. There was no awkwardness in the fact that they hadn't seen each other in eight years, and when Blaine had nervously come out to them, they'd simply looked at him and asked, “Do you also know how to make gravy out of watermelon? We've been trying to do that for years.”

The creepiest part was that they'd said it at the same time.

And then Sophomore year rolls around and Blaine finds out that David is pretty much a master computer hacker. This of course, was revealed to him after David had gotten onto his facebook and changed his relationship status just to freak his mother out. It probably didn't help that his password was Dep. He needs to stop putting his passwords as things he uses every day. Or if he'd logged onto facebook more often so he had actually known what his mother was freaking out about when she'd called.

After a, “No, mom. Don't worry, mom. I'm planning my revenge as we speak” and hanging up, he'd texted Kurt in hopes of having someone laugh with him instead of at him, the way Wes and David were outside his door right now.

However, as soon as the text was sent, a message came back that read: Error Invalid Number. Please re-send using a valid 10 digit mobile number or valid short code.

Huh. Hopefully David hadn't hacked his phone, too.

XOXOX

Things went like that for the rest of the year. Kurt got distracted with Glee, cheer leading, football, and all that other crazy stuff going on in his life, and he didn't contact Blaine for the rest of the year. He'd thought about Blaine at least every other day for the first few months, but by the time New Years rolled around, he was partying awkwardly at Brittany's house and too wrapped up in his life to think about it much.

That was, of course, until he was cooking dinner one night and his father walks into the kitchen.

“Haven't heard much from Blaine in a while. You guys still friends?”

Kurt froze for a moment, masher pressing into the potatoes more roughly than necessary.

“We're not not friends,” he replied. “We just don't talk as often as we used to.” Kurt had hoped his dad would drop it, but he was out of luck.

“It just seems weird because you guys were so close,” Burt said, carefully gauging his son's reaction.

“Yeah,” Kurt said, voice strained. “Weird how people drift apart when they don't see each other for a few years.” He mashed the potatoes with renewed force, taking his anger out on the vegetables.

“Are you alright, buddy?” Burt asked, curious as to why mentioning Blaine set Kurt off like that. Kurt sighed, relaxing, shoot some potato off his utensil and dropped it into the sink.

“Yeah, Dad. I'm fine.”