Kurt jumped and accidentally slammed his locker on his hand. "Ow, fuck. Erm, hi Rachel."

"So," she purred. "Why haven't you been responding to your texts all weekend? I just wanted to say, thank you. Friday night was...amazing."

Usually her little cut-off moan at the end would have made Kurt loose some blood from his brain, but today, that had no effect on him.

"Yeah, um, you're welcome," he said with a half-hearted smile, needing to get away from her as soon as possible.

All weekend Kurt had been experiencing the crisis of a lifetime. He had kissed a guy! A fucking guy! And he had liked it! At least he thought so, but he was trying to convince himself that it was all in the heat of the moment.

Everything he did, he connected it to his ongoing question of his sexuality. Which one was the 'gayer' choice? Boxers or briefs? Hotdog or hamburger? (Well, that was an easier choice). Fork or spoon? Was he walking too "gay-ish?" It was becoming ridiculous.

He tried to walk away from her, but she reached up and caught his shoulder. "One second, Kurt. Blaine is going to stop by here after last period, he says he wants to talk to you about something."

Kurt gave non-committal smile and nodded, then forced himself not to sprint away.

The last period came and Kurt tapped his foot against the desk as the clock winded down, similar to how Spears had in "Baby, One More Time." He pushed the thought from his head because he filed that under things that were too gay to think about.

Because he wasn't gay.

Obviously.

He ran out of the classroom, not having paid attention to a single word that the teacher had said, and walked briskly down the hall, in the opposite direction from where Rachel's locker was. He instead searched for someone else.

Then he found who he was looking for.

Their lips met and Kurt ran his hand down the others back and ass.

"Meet me at my house tonight? I need a good lay," he growled into the shorter persons' ear before nibbling on the lobe.

"Of course. What time?" Brittany responded.

Brittany had a few tears streaming from her eyes as Kurt pounded into her and she came after only 10 minutes of fucking.

"Oh my god, Kurt. Did Santana teach you that?" Brittany asked while she gulped for air. She sat up, making Kurt slip out. Then she frowned. "Kurt? You didn't orgasm? Why not? Guys always orgasm before me." She grabbed his dick and pumped it a few times, then took her hand away again. "Kurt, you're all soft. What's wrong? I'm even more confused now than when Puck tried to explain to me that guys can have 'four' skins."

Kurt laid down on the bed and covered his eyes, willing himself not to cry. He had just been so rough and quick with Brittany because he had hoped that it would get him off, but as Brittany had pointed out, it barely did anything for him.

"I think you were taking about 'fore-skins,' Britt."

Brittany was suddenly laying on top of him, kissing his face. "Kurtie, what's wrong? It looks like your eyes are going to start leaking." She continued to kiss around his face, unable to reach his lips.

Kurt hugged the blonde and buried his face into her cleavage, trying to find comfort there; her smooth mounds actually very calming to him instead of boner-inducing. But he had always felt that way about breasts his entire life.

"I'm just very, very, confused, Brittany," he responded, throat thick and eyes red.

She pet his hair. "I can help, I'm usually confused."

Kurt had to smirk. "I know, babe."

"Well, can I help you?" she asked.

Kurt stroked the side of her face. "I think you've done all you could already."

Brittany frowned and looked around, not seeming to care that she was naked. "Can you still tell me what you're confused about?"

Kurt sighed.

Brittany smiled. "Cross my heart and hope to fly."

Kurt chuckled, then said, "I am a bit confused about my...sexuality."

Brittany started laughing. "Kurt! That's silly! You're obviously a boy! You have a pee-shooter and everything! I should know, you just had sex with me with it."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "No, no, not my gender, Britt, I said sexuality."

"Oh, they're not the same thing? Anyways, I have a solution to that too, Santana taught it to me. You don't need to label yourself. If you see a girl you like, then flirt, if you see a guy you like, then flirt; otherwise, just don't do anything. It's as simple as that."

Kurt had to admit that that was a good piece of advice, but that still didn't help him for the time being. Anyways, the confusion he was dealing with could not possibly be dealt with "simply." Could it?

"I'm not looking for a label, Boo. I...I just want to know what I am."

"You're wonderful," Brittany answered, kissing him on the forehead, then going around to collect her clothes.

"Thanks Britt, you're a good friend."

The next day after the last period, as he headed to his locker he saw a man with curly black hair leaning against his row. Kurt slowly turned around and started heading the other way, sacrificing the books he needed for his homework that night so that he could get away from Blaine.

"Kurt!"

He hurried his pace and was almost running when he got to the parking lot. He fumbled with his keys and dropped them in his haste, swearing at himself as he bent down to pick them up.

"Hold up, Kurt, I need to talk to you."

"Get away from me homo," Kurt sneered, backing up against his car defensively.

"Don't call me that. And stop running and listen to me, do you want to get some coffee? At the Lima Bean, just to talk things through. There's no denying what happened last Friday."

"What do you think I'm your boyfriend or something now?" Kurt said, getting defensive.

"Shut up, Kurt! Besides, you think I'd ever want to date you? Anyways, will you go with me to the Lima Bean or what?"

Kurt crossed his arms and looked away. "Where's Rachel?"

"On the bus, I would guess."

Kurt sighed. "Get in."

"I have my own car. I'll meet you there."

They sat across from each other, sizing the other up.

"Why did you kiss me?" Kurt whispered, setting his coffee down.

"You kissed me."

Kurt glared at him. "Let's just agree to disagree, we kissed each other, alright?"

"Fine."

They were silent for a little while longer, the awkwardness almost enough for Kurt to sprint out again. He began looking around, afraid that someone he knew would see him with another dude.

"So does Rachel know?" Kurt asked, still looking around.

Blaine shook his head. "No. I, um, I try not to talk to her about what happened... the sex, I mean."

Kurt couldn't help but glance around again when Blaine uttered "sex."

Blaine smirked and clapped Kurt on the forearm from across the table. "Dude, relax, it looks like you're trying to smuggle a bomb or something."

Kurt's entire body tensed and then Blaine pulled his hand back quickly, hiding his blush behind his coffee cup.

"Here's the deal. I'm totally convinced that it was all in the heat of the moment. I'm straight and love women. You're straight and have Rachel. We should just continue with our lives. Okay?"

Blaine nodded. "Agreed."

The men never crossed paths till 3 weeks later.

Santana: I can't make it.

Kurt hissed at his phone and replied,

Kurt: Y? I already have the tickets.

He kept tapping out texts and after 10 minutes of no replies he slid his phone shut and set it to vibrate before pushing it roughly into his back pocket. He absentmindedly kicked the side of the theater wall, then stepped back inside, grumbling to himself. She was probably hooking up with Puck at that very moment.

Santana never was very faithful to him.

He hadn't particularly wanted to see "Tangled" at 1:30 in the morning (even if it had been his idea) by himself, but he'd be damned if his tickets went to waste. He sat down in the small theater, still fuming a bit. It was totally empty because, well, it was a kid's movie playing at 1 fucking 30 in the morning.

About 5 minutes into the commercials, and Kurt half-asleep, the theater lit up when the double doors opened.

Startled, Kurt jumped up in his seat and then heard the word "Kurt?" spoken by a familiar voice.

An awful chill went up Kurt's back. He pretended to not have heard him for a few more seconds until he heard footsteps nearing him and he plastered a nonchalant smile on his face when Blaine Anderson came into his view.

"Hey, Blaine. How are you?" he asked politely, trying not to look like he wanted to start a conversation.

"Pretty good. How have you been."

"Can't complain. Well, I mean, I could. Santana stood me up. Where's Rachel, ladies room?"

Blaine looked around to see that they were the only two in the theater. "Um, no actually, I'm here by myself."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Really, to see 'Tangled?' Without a girl?" A small smile playing on his lips.

"I happen to like Disney movies," Blaine said confidently. "And, well, you know Rachel, she can be a bit...overbearing. I just wanted to get away from her for a bit, a few moments to myself. She'd start singing all the songs anyways and drown out the whole movie." He paused to laugh a bit. "Boyfriend of the year, right?"

Kurt laughed too, surprising himself. The movie began to play and the lights dimmed even more.

Blaine rocked on his heels and Kurt blushed, thankful for the bad light.

"Um, I'll see you after the movie," Blaine said, then walked over to the other side of the theater, sitting farther behind Kurt. After 30 seconds the awkwardness of two people who knew each other sitting away from each other in an empty movie house became too much to bear.

"Oh for the love of..." Kurt mumbled to himself, then got up and joined Blaine in the back. "Here, take this candy. Take it like I took your girlfriend," Kurt said jokingly, throwing his smuggled pack of gummy bears into Blaine's lap.

Blaine burst out laughing, the tension between them gone for the time being.

"Thanks, but I'll pass." Blaine lifted up in his seat and pulled out a long blue package from his pocket. "Red Vine?"

Kurt wrinkled his nose. "Red Vines suck. Twizzlers are good though."

Blaine made an appalled face, then ripped open his package. "More for me then."

They were mostly silent until the part where Rapunzel was trying to stuff Flynn into her wardrobe.

"Ohhhh soooo many closet jokes to make, so little time," Kurt quipped, making Blaine burst out laughing again.

After the montage of Rapunzel trying different ways to put Flynn in the closet, the two were practically doubled over on the floor (if the floor wasn't so disgusting). A few stray tears streamed down their eyes during the movie as they packed innuendo upon innuendo into every moment of the film, ("Shouldn't her pants light up when she sings too?") totally taking away any of the movie's innocence.

However, near the end, when Flynn and Rapunzel sang in the boat together, the men were silent, mouthing along the words.

"Wait, how do you know this song already?" Kurt asked, not about to point out that he already knew the words because he heard it on TV once and then immediately downloaded it.

"Rachel plays it a lot, she heard it on TV or something and downloaded it."

Once again Kurt was happy about the low lighting that covered up his intense blushing.

When the movie was over, they exited the movie house together, talking about their favorite parts and laughing like they were the only two in the world.

Blaine walked Kurt to his car and then they both got quiet. Kurt cleared his throat

A little voice in the back of his head (that sounded like Brittany) said to him "If you see a guy you like, flirt." He then proceeded to beat down that little voice until it was a bloody pulp in the back of his cranium, then focused on what Blaine was saying.

"I had a really nice time, Kurt."

"Yeah." Kurt nodded and licked his lips, mentally punching himself for glancing down at Blaine's big lips that he remembered so fondly...and painfully. "It was a lot more fun than I thought it would be. I mean, I-"

Blaine cut him off with a wave of his hand and a laugh. "I know what you mean. Me too."

"Maybe we can do this again sometime," Kurt blurted out before he could process what he said.

Blaine smiled and nodded. "Yeah, sure. That'd be fun. Um, what's your number?"

They exchanged numbers and then shook hands. They stared at each other for a moment more, waiting for the awkwardness that never came. Kurt looked at Blaine and was not about to admit how nice his eyes were and Blaine looked at Kurt and was not about to admit that his lips looked delicious at that moment.

They shook hands again, then went to their respective cars and onto their respective homes where they spent the night thinking about the other.

Not that they would ever admit that.