I'm Not Gay

When Kurt was led by Blaine to the senior commons (Hand in hand, might I add!)…what he saw was totally not what he was expecting to see.

His heart nearly stopped beating by the sight of it all.

It was like he was having his dream again…except that today, he was not alone anymore. Every single night, his subconscious doesn't fail to let him visit this very room, full of exquisite fancy stuff and classy furniture…

And it seems that today, those would not be the only ones that would be present. The room was now filled with students, jam-packed with laughter and crazy chitchat. How could this be even possible? Oh my Gaga, do I have some kind of sixth sense or something?

And before he had even time to make a dramatic fainting in the middle of the over-the-top polished doors, the Warblers began singing…

With Blaine as the lead singer.

Who, in the world, would want to miss that?

Blaine pushed the coffee cup across the table for the pretty boy to drink. "Latte?"

Kurt mouthed his thank you with a tinge of pink in his cheeks as he took the cup. Blaine stopped himself from practically swooning at the sight.

"This is Wes," he nodded his head to the Asian guy sitting on his right who waved a hand at Kurt, Kurt returning the gesture. And then to the dark-skinned boy on his left.

"And David." David also waved a hand of acknowledgement to which Kurt returned happily.

"You guys were amazing," Kurt beamed at them excitedly but then immediately faltered like he just realized something. "I mean, I've seen better performances, yes…but I guess you guys actually have a shot, if you know what I mean."

The three Warblers chuckled at his frankness and gave each other knowing looks.

"Well," a charming smile was plastered on Blaine's face but could still manage to shoot Kurt an inquisitive look. Is Kurt actually blushing right now? "Since you're obviously not one of the Hipsters, I assume that you're from McKinley High?"

Kurt's eyes widened and instantly opened his mouth to deny it…but then thought better. He gave out a defeated sigh, looking so much ashamed with himself. "Yeah. I am."

"Oh gosh, was it the clothes? Did it give it away?" he asked in alarm.

Blaine was about to bob his head to confirm it when Kurt raised a hand at his face, looking deadly close from killing someone.

"Actually… NO. Don't answer that. I completely won't forgive myself if you'll say yes. Sh*t. Rachel will have a fit on this! I swear her voice will gonna kill me tomorrow!" Kurt continued his rambling while touching the bridge of his nose, shaking his head furiously. Blaine was watching him in admiration the whole time while the two other Warblers only seemed amused.

And before Blaine had the chance to realize what he's about to say, his face made a cheeky grin. "Nah, I find it quite endearing actually."

An awkward pause…

Wes and David snapped their heads at Blaine, not wasting any second to stare at him with probing eyes. Well, shoot. I just said that out loud, didn't I?

Blaine gave out a nervous laugh and made a face. "What?"

Kurt snickered and took a sip from his cup to hide his broadening smile.

"Anyway, can I ask you guys a question?" Kurt asked when he put down his cup, suddenly sounding so serious. The three guys waited for him to continue. Blaine tried not to look too happy from the change of subject. Phew, that was close…

"Are you guys all gay?"

. . .

Well, sh*t.

Just as the word 'gay' was spoken from Kurt's lips, Blaine's heart started racing.

Wes and David had begun laughing and he felt obligated to laugh along too. His heart was pounding. His heartbeat was deafening on his ears as panic rose fast against his chest. He hadn't even noticed that the two other Warblers were now looking at him expectantly, presuming that he's the one who'll answer for the three of them.

David nudged Blaine on the leg which gave him a start.

"N-No," Damn, that stutter. "We're not g-gay."

David narrowed his eyes slightly at Blaine before explaining to Kurt that Dalton is not a gay school. "We just have a zero tolerance harassment policy."

Blaine smiled weakly at Kurt as humiliation filled him like a poison…silently killing him. Kurt clearly looked disappointed. Darnit.

"Everyone gets treated the same no matter what they are," Wes supported David's justification and shrugged his shoulders. "It's pretty simple."

"You really didn't have to walk me out you know." Kurt said timidly as Blaine walked him out the enormous gates of Dalton.

"Well," Blaine paused. I really wanted to…

Would it sound too forward if I admit that?

"It's the least that I can do." He just settled at that and sighed inwardly.

Kurt flashed him a grateful smile. "Thanks again."

"Nah, don't mention it," Blaine crinkled his nose and bumped his shoulder against Kurt's. "I guess I'll see you on Regional's?"

Kurt nodded, blushing furiously as he proceeded to go.

"W-Wait," Blaine was about to grab Kurt's hand but then decided against it. What am I doing? He glanced around thoughtfully and cracked his brain to think of something to say just to prolong Kurt's stay. And when he saw how tall the walls surrounding the school were, a thought came up. "How'd you get in, by the way?"

Kurt laughed and smacked him lightly by the shoulders. "That, my friend…is a secret I will never tell."

Blaine thought he was going to heaven just by hearing his beautiful laughter; his arms, tingling from Kurt's touch.

Blaine flopped on his huge bed and started hitting his head against his pillows. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! How can I be so stupid?

He sighed heavily, feeling so much dejected by everything that has happened in school. It was at times like this when he desperately wants to be out in the closet already. If only he wasn't such a scaredy-cat and just get on with it. Tell the world of how much of a gay he is…then everything may be so much easier for him right now.

He would've gotten Kurt's number…asked him for coffee…go to the movies…go on dates…

And the list goes on…

He got out of bed and was about to take off his clothes when he suddenly remembered something…

The pocket watch!

Excitement immediately filled him as he quickly took it out from his pocket and opening it right away. He watched the hand ticking around the clock in wonderment...

W-Wow. So I didn't just imagine it then? It's truly working again? Was this even possible?

He was grinning widely as he glanced at his own watch to see what the real time is and for him to adjust the pocket watch...

But then the grin on his face fell into a frown. And instead of adjusting the pocket watch…he just blinked…founding it hard for him to believe what he's actually seeing.

Because the time that read on his pocket watch…have the exact same time with his own.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.