Saturday took far too long to arrive and once it did, Kurt found himself a few minutes early as he sat and waited for Blaine. He walked up to the barista who by now knew him by name, her long brown hair, tied up in a ponytail for work.

“Hey, Shauna,” he greeted.

“Hello, Kurt,” she beamed, her bright sea foam eyes twinkling at the sight of him. “What are you doing here on a Saturday?”

“Can you guess?” He chided with a blush.

“You mean short, dark, and handsome asked you here on a weekend?”

“Yes,” he laughed.

“Please tell me he’s asked you out. Or you’ve asked him out. Please? Something?” Shauna exclaimed.

“No! Shauna!” Kurt blushed embarrassed, “No! It’s not like that!”

“Boy, please, I’ve watched you two come in here for weeks now and I don’t think I have ever seen two people flirt as much as you do.”

Kurt opened his mouth to protest but quickly shut it. Had Blaine actually been flirting with him?

“Besides, I don’t even know if he’s gay, Shauna. How could you know if he’s flirting with me?”

“Well, there’s one way to find out,” she said menacingly, nodding over Kurt’s shoulder.

He turned to see Blaine entering the coffee shop, clearly scanning the tables for Kurt. When their eyes met, his entire face lit up.

“Yeah, totally platonic right there,” Shauna whispered.

“I hate you.”

“Hi, Blaine!” she called over enthusiastically.

Smooth, Shauna… Kurt internally grumbled.

“Hey, how’s it going, Shauna?”

“Oh, it’s grand. The usual.”

“Good to hear. Hey, Kurt. Sorry, I’m late,” he said, putting his hand on his arm. Kurt’s face turned eight different shades of red. “How long have you been waiting?”

“Oh, no you’re fine,” he squeaked, angry at his voice for coming out higher than he wanted. “I just got here too and I’ve been talking to Shauna anyway.”

“What can I get you guys?” Shauna asked. “Blaine?”

“Uh, a medium drip for me, a Grande nonfat mocha for this guy and maybe I can coax him to actually share a chocolate chip muffin with me?”

“Sure thing. That’ll be seven fifty even,” she told them with a stifled laugh.

“You- you know my coffee order,” Kurt gawked, ignoring her.

“Of course I do,” Blaine scoffed, handing Shauna a ten-dollar bill, “And, stop that, Kurt. Put that money away. I’ve got this one. Keep the change, Shauna.”

Blaine walked off to the side to wait for their orders.

Shauna slowly turned her head to Kurt, pressing her lips together to keep from bursting with laughter.

“Don’t!” Kurt warned with a smile. “Don’t you even dare.”

“I didn’t say a thing,” she snickered.

“Goodbye, Shauna,” he called over his shoulder.

When Kurt and Blaine finally got their coffees they sat in their usual spot by the window.

“So how are the Warblers taking the loss?” Blaine asked carefully.

“Alright, I guess,” Kurt said absently, stirring his coffee. “Some of the guys aren’t taking it so well. They blame me, of course.”

“You? Why? If it were up to you, you would have had all the solos! No offense.”

“None taken. But it was also my decision to actually give the other guys a chance. So naturally, I’m their scapegoat.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Blaine said, dismissing it with a wave of his hand.

“Tell me about it.” Kurt sighed, leaning his elbows on the table and resting his head on his hands.

“Hey,” Blaine said, reaching across the table to touch Kurt’s arm tenderly. “It will be alright.”

“I guess. Sometimes I just wish I could switch schools for a while, you know?”

“Then why don’t you?”

“Yeah, okay,” Kurt joked.

“No, really,” Blaine pressed, “You should swap schools for a bit. There’s this thing that we do at McKinley with surrounding schools where a student from our school switches places with a student from your school. It’s supposed to teach underprivileged schools about higher upper class education or something. But I know there’s a kid in my glee club that has wanted to do it for some time now. Now might be the right time.”

“That sounds too good to be true,” Kurt sighed.

“But it’s not! You should really think about it, Kurt. It’d be nice to see you outside of the Lima Bean for once.”

Kurt looked at him and he felt his heart warm. Blaine really was a wonderful guy. Maybe if Kurt was lucky enough, Blaine might think Kurt was wonderful too. And if they were both wonderful, what was going to keep them from being wonderful together? Together… with Blaine.

“Blaine, I-”

“Blainey bear!”

The boys turned around in surprise at the sudden shriek. Entering the Lima Bean was a group of girls in red cheerleading uniforms. One of them, a blonde, broke free of the group and bounced towards them. Her eyes shined deep blue as she smiled at Blaine with an award-winning smile. In Kurt’s opinion, she was actually very pretty. He was gay, not blind.

“Brittany?” Blaine squeaked nervously.

“Brittany?” Kurt asked.

Brittany waltzed up to Blaine, pulling him in for kiss that, in Blaine’s opinion, was far too passionate for public. She ran her fingers through Blaine’s hair, asking for more. Kurt gawked at them, feeling tears prickling the corner of his eye. He took a sip of his coffee instead.

“Blainey bear, what are you doing here?” she said, releasing him and climbing onto his lap. Both he and Kurt blushed.

“I uh, I was having coffee with my friend, Kurt. He’s one of the Dalton Academy Warblers,” Blaine said, gesturing to Kurt who waved awkwardly.

“Oh,” She turned in his lap and looked directly at Kurt. “What’s it like to fly?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You don’t look like you have any feathers, though.”

“Feathers?” Kurt blinked.

“Blaine, I thought you told me birds have feathers?”

“Britt, no, he’s not a bird,” Blaine tried to explain. “The Warblers is just the name of their glee club. Just like we’re called the New Directions.”

“But our name actually makes sense, silly. I’ve seen your Nude Erections plenty of times!”

Kurt spit out his coffee across the table, almost hitting Blaine and Brittany. To Blaine, it suddenly felt like all of the air had left the room. His face flushed a deep scarlet color, unable to speak. Brittany looked over toward her friends, seeming to not notice the awkward air she had created.

“I think one of the girls is trying to contact me telepathically. I’d better get back. Bye, Blainey. Bye, bye, Birdie,” she said with a wave, leaving the two boys in an incredibly awkward silence.

Kurt couldn’t look at Blaine. What the fuck was that? Who was that girl and why had she attacked Blaine’s face? His Blaine! His Blaine who he may or may not have feelings for. What gave her the right to-

“Kurt I-”

“What the fuck was that?”

Blaine blinked at him, taken back. “What?”

“You heard me,” Kurt said, wrapping his arms around himself defensively.

“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t know she was going to be here.”

“Who the fuck was that, Blaine?”

“Hey, easy on the language!” Blaine scolded, looking around at the staring eyes from the other tables. “That was Brittany Pierce. My, uh, girlfriend.”

Kurt’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. Girlfriend? No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. It couldn’t be true. It wasn’t fair! It couldn’t be. Blaine, his Blaine, had a girlfriend. And a pretty, blonde cheerleader at that. Kurt composed himself quickly, plastering on a well-practiced smile.

“Oh, well that’s a different,” he said, internally cursing the way his voice cracked.

“You’re not mad?” Blaine said warily.

He smiled at him, though it did not touch his eyes.

“No. She’s uh, she’s lovely. How long have you been dating?”

“She’s alright,” Blaine sighed, looking away. “To be honest, she’s really slow.”

You think? Kurt growled.

“Look, it’s getting late. I’ve got to go if I want to catch my dad at a good time.”

“You’re actually going to ask your dad about the community wide dialogue?”

“Yeah, I’ll ask. I’ll see you later, Blaine.” With that, Kurt stood and left in a hurry from the Lima Bean.

“You know, Kurt, that’s not a terrible idea,” Burt Hummel said from underneath a 1967 Chevy.

“Dad, you can’t be serious,” Kurt scoffed, carefully leaning on Burt’s tool bench as he rubbed his still slightly reddened eyes. Kurt had gone straight from the Lima Bean to his father’s garage, just as he’d promised. He was still upset with Blaine from the encounter they had had with Brittany that morning. How could he not have told him about her? They were supposed to be friends. Why would Blaine lead him on like that?

Maybe because he wasn’t leading you on…

Shut up, logic. No one needs you.

Kurt introduced the idea of the community wide dialogue to his father, knowing all too well how the conversation would go. What Kurt wasn’t counting on was Burt actually taking to the idea. “It’s the same school you told me that I was never allowed to go back to. The same one you pulled me out of four years ago!”

“Well, you’re much bigger now, Kurt,” Burt said, sliding halfway out from under the car to look at his son. “I think you can take care of yourself. From what I gather, it wouldn’t be forever, just a short amount of time, right? It might do you some good.”

“I can’t believe I’m hearing this,” Kurt mumbled, rolling his eyes heavenward.

“And besides, it might be nice to have you home for a while. Hand me that wrench, will you?”

Kurt turned, picking up the tool he knew his father was talking about. He may not have been fond of it, but Kurt knew how to work on a car if need be. Burt thanked him with a kind smile, sliding back under the car. Kurt did feel a little bad about not being home. Ever. He was always working on something for the Warblers or studying for something. He never had time to go home. Come to think of it, he hadn’t been home since the semester started. And he would get to see Blaine every day. Blaine and Brittany. But Kurt could tell that Blaine was not into their relationship the way he should have been. Kurt was sure his senses were not leading him astray.

“You know, dad, maybe this program could be a good thing after all?”

“Yeah?” he called from underneath the car.

“Yeah.”

“Great! I’ll work on the paperwork once I’m done in here. I could have you in there in two weeks or so if we get right on it.”

This was it then. He was going to do it. He was going to temporarily transfer schools. For Blaine. Even though he had a girlfriend. Even though he would probably never feel the same way as Kurt did. He was going. He really was insane wasn’t he?

Everybody go
The party's over
I want to be alone in my head
In my bed tonight
You never show

You must really love her
You think I don't know
But I do, yeah it's true
I think over is over

Kurt made his way back to Dalton that afternoon, singing with everything he had.

I'm right back where I started
(when it comes to wanting you)

Kurt realized how true that was; because this wasn’t the first time he had had these feelings towards Blaine. He had felt the same since that first day on the playground.

I can't have what I wanted

But I did, I can
I was, I am
Only human, living, dying
Just like any fool who ever breathed
If love is blind
If love's a drug
It always is
It always was and
Love was surely made for fools like me

I know where I'm going
I'm tripping I'm sliding around
That's ok

Kurt danced around his room as he sang, feeling like a lovesick schoolgirl. Well, he supposed he wasn’t too far off. He spun around on his heel with a grin.

At least I'm excited
It wasn't how I planned it
(wasn't how I planned it)
Feet are where I landed
(At least I understand it now)

I did, I can
I was, I am
Only human, living, dying
Just like any fool who ever breathed

Maybe it's the sanest thing
Or just the sweetest kind of dream
But love was surely made for fools
(Love was surely made for fools)
Love was surely made for fools like me