Blaine had remembered his freaking coffee order!

This was so not a date, Kurt told himself. Warblers met at the Lima Bean for coffee all the time. Nevermind the fact that currently there were only two Warblers in the coffee shop.

Himself and Blaine.

Oy.

"Kurt, hello, space cadet!" Blaine laughed, waving his hand in front of Kurt's face.

Oh, god, how embarrassing.

"Sorry," Kurt blushed, shaking his head. "It's been a long week." He hoped that was a quick recovery, there's no way he wanted to let on that he was very, very distracted by the whole situation.

Blaine rested his elbow on the table and propped his chin on his hand, tilting his head a little. "Feel like talking about it? I know the first few weeks at Dalton can be rough, especially coming from a public school."

Kurt had to take a deep breath to calm his quivering insides. Seriously, how was it possible for someone to be so damn gorgeous? Kurt knew he was in big, big trouble here. "Oh, it's just more work, ya know. Nothing I can't handle, really."

"Well," Blaine said, pausing to take a sip of his drink. "If you ever need any help with anything, you still have my number, right?"

Kurt had put it in his phone the second he had gotten out to his car that day, but he certainly wasn't going to tell Blaine that. "Yeah," Kurt nodded. "So, do you think we'll win Sectionals?"

"Oh yeah," Blaine said, nodding and swallowing. "Definitely. I'm almost worried to start thinking about Regionals, though, with how good you are—the rest of New Directions must be equally amazing."

"We're—er, I mean, they're awesome," Kurt corrected himself, blushing slightly. "I won't lie, Regionals will be rough, not just for the Warblers competing against New Directions, because that will be some tough competition. But, I'll be competing against my family." Kurt sighed and had to look away because seriously, Blaine's eyes were not helping his problem right now. There would be no way he could turn these feelings off, he knew. He was pretty much screwed. Ugh.

Blaine nodded, understanding. "It'll be awkward, definitely. But if they love you, and you love them, you'll both cheer each other on nonetheless, I'd assume? There's obviously a reason you transferred, since it was mid-year, so they must understand."

If Blaine got any more perfect, Kurt may scream. He was so grateful that he had started to gain control over his fire ability because otherwise he knew his hands would be positively burning with heat right now. He did not go to Dalton to fall for a boy, but there he was, right in front of him, and Kurt knew he was lost. "Yeah," a small smile started on Kurt's lips. "I'll cross that bridge when we get to it." He didn't want to tell Blaine about why he had transferred, the public reason –obviously – just yet because he wasn't sure his heart could handle Blaine's reaction. He did not need to fall even harder for this boy than he already was.

Blaine pushed his chair out and grabbed his bag from where it was hooked on the back of his chair, standing up. "Thanks for coming, Kurt. I'll see you Monday? Text me if you get bored this weekend," he said, smiling. "Oh, have fun at your sleepover!"

Kurt followed suit and hooked his bag over his shoulder. "Yeah, see you Monday. I'm sure I'll have plenty of fun with the girls," he rolled his eyes. "Although I have to lay into Rach a bit, but hey, that's another long story!"

"One of these days you'll tell me your long stories," Blaine smiled, reaching out to touch Kurt's arm. "See ya Kurt," he said and turned to leave.

Kurt stood still, grounded to the spot where he had been standing for a moment. He felt like he could still feel Blaine's hand on him. His heart was beating rather erratically and he had to take a deep breath, in through the nose, out through the mouth to calm himself the heck down because, whoa.

This was not good.

He had fallen for Blaine.

Hard.

Now he wished his mom was here more than ever.

Kurt ran up to his room, ignoring the yell from Finn, closing the door behind him and stood ramrod straight in the middle of his room. He stared at the closet doors on the other end of the room, and flung both doors open at the same time.

"Time to reorganize," he sighed.

He shot his arms up, mostly for effect, but partly out of frustration, and everything flew out of his closet—his entire wardrobe landing haphazardly around his room. He started breathing heavier from the large amount of effort exerted all at once but it felt great. He glanced around, trying to decide what to start dealing with first when Finn knocked on his door.

"It's open, Finn."

"How'd you know it was me? Oh, the knock," Finn said, opening the door. His eyes bugged when he saw the mess. "Dude! Are you okay? Do you need me to get your dad?"

"No," Kurt sighed and started sending dress pants, sorted by cut, into his closet. "I just had a bad day. I'm fine."

"Kurt," Finn admonished, slowly trying to make his way into the room, which was extremely difficult because there was very little open floor space. "You don't do this for just a," he held up his fingers in air quotes, "bad day. Something serious must've happened. Can I help?"

Kurt smiled at Finn, and cleared a path on the floor so Finn could walk over to him. He started sending skinny jeans to the closet. He started to feel more and more relaxed as the mess cleared. "I, well. You know how I told you I didn't go to Dalton to meet guys? I didn't, but Finn, ugh—" he groaned and rubbed his face with one hand. He sent a couple bondage shirts to the closet, next. "I think I like someone."

"What's wrong with that, bro?" Finn asked, watching Kurt's sweaters float towards the closet. "Oh, wait. Sorry, he's straight, isn't he? That sucks, dude."

"No, that's half the problem! He's actually gay this time!" Kurt exclaimed. Out of frustration, he shot the sweaters back out of the closet, not happy with how he had arranged them.

Finn startled a bit at the sudden outburst and flying sweaters and pulled Kurt into a one armed hug. "Kurt, what's wrong if you like someone? Especially if he's gay?"

Kurt gestured wildly at his room, sending the sweaters back to the closet in a different order this time. "Seriously, Finn? I can't be in a relationship anytime soon. I'm still learning. I still have to physically concentrate to control myself sometimes, and I know there are still abilities that haven't even started to present themselves."

"Hey, calm down," Finn said, watching Kurt's button downs flying at the closet at an alarming speed. "Kurt stop for a sec," he pulled Kurt completely to him and wrapped his other arm around him. "Who says you can't like someone? It's normal, obviously."

"Finn," Kurt sighed, relaxing in Finn's arms, returning the hug. He smiled a bit and leaned back just enough to look up at Finn. "You never would've hugged me like this last year."

Finn shrugged and pulled Kurt close again. "Yeah, well, you're my brother now. And, clearly you're upset, really upset."

"It's just," Kurt gestured helplessly with his hands behind Finn's back. "How would I even be in a relationship—not that I even have a shot with Blaine—that's his name, by the way. But, there's no way I could keep," he sighed and started sending his scarves into the closet. "This from anyone I got really close to. It's part of me."

"Dude, I have no idea how to give you relationship advice, because obviously I'm pretty sucky with my own, but you can always just play it by ear? I obviously know, and I think it's pretty freaking cool," Finn grinned and dropped his arms, stepping back a little.

"Yeah I guess," Kurt said, shrugging. He sent his hats back to their rack. "I don't know, I really don't know why I'm so upset, it's not like Blaine would ever see me in that way."

Finn looked around the room and let out and impressed hmm. "You're not going to blow your closet up again, are you?"

Kurt laughed and shook his head. "No, I'm better now. Thank you, Finn. Honestly, I think you actually helped."

"Hey!" Finn said, eyes lighting up. "I'm good for something!"

"Finn Hudson," Kurt said, reaching up to tousle Finn's hair. "You're amazing. Now, want to see what I learned how to do?"

"Duh!" Finn laughed, crashing down on the bed. "Does it have to do with the fire? Please tell me it does, because seriously. Fire, Kurt, fire!"

"Dad, I'm leaving!" Kurt called, grabbing his keys off the counter.

"Whoa hey, kid, c'mere for a second," Burt called from the living room.

Kurt sighed and dropped his overnight bag. "Yes?" he asked, after he entered the living room, eyebrows raised.

"Finn told me he walked into your room and you had blown up your closet last night," Burt said, folding his arms over his chest. "Anything you care to talk to me about?"

"Finn," Kurt hissed. He was going tohave a serious talk with him, later. "Dad, I'm fine. I was overreacting. Finn calmed me down, everything is okay."

Burt's eyes softened and he gestured at the couch next to where he was seated. "Hey, Finn was just worried. He said that you may need to talk to me about something."

Kurt shook his head and looked at his watch. "Look Dad, I'm okay, really. I need to head out, Mercedes is expecting me. I'll be home tomorrow."

Burt looked at Kurt like he was trying to figure out what to say and then shrugged. "Okay, fine. But if you decide you want to talk about whatever upset you so much, we can talk over a carburetor down at the shop. I need your help cleaning it, anyway."

"Yeah Dad," Kurt nodded. He saw the bag of potato chips by his dad's side and rolled his eyes. He sent the bag to the kitchen. "I told you, you can't eat stuff like that! Carole's going to be mad when she hears you were cheating."

Kurt sat with his legs crossed and tucked underneath him, braiding Rachel's hair. "Rachel, you're avoiding the question. Did you or did you not make out with Puck?"

Rachel huffed and shook her head. "No, not exactly."

"Girl, what do you mean, not exactly?" Mercedes asked, looking up from painting her toenails.

"Well, I didn't make out with Puck," Rachel said softly. "But," she sighed and reached behind her to bat Kurt's hand away. "Kurt, you have to promise not to tell Finn this."

Kurt bristled and shook his head. "No, no way. If you did something that would hurt him you have to tell him, Rach. Do not put me in the middle of this. You know what? No, I don't want to know. Don't tell me. Tell him. He deserves to know if you did something stupid. He's already torn up about something."

"I know," Rachel moaned, dropping her head. "Just—I'll tell him, after Sectionals. We can't afford to have him lose focus."

"Oh hey!" Kurt raised his hand. "No Glee club talk, remember?"

"I know what we can talk about," Mercedes started, closing the nail polish bottle and putting it on the nightstand. "We can talk about why Kurt has had a stupid grin on his face all night."

"Ooh, yes!" Rachel cooed, turning around with a jump, pretzel-ing her legs in front of her. "Is it a boy? Tell me it's a boy."

"Oh my god you guys are terrible!" Kurt laughed, pushing Rachel's shoulders. "I have not had a grin on my face all night!"

Mercedes nodded, looking at Rachel who also nodded. "Yes, you have, boy. So, spill. Who is he? Is he hot? He better be hot."

"Oh man," Kurt groaned, rubbing his face with both of his hands. "You two suck, you know that, right? Fine, his name is Blaine. And yes, he's hot."

Rachel squealed and launched herself into Kurt's arms, knocking him back. "Do you love him? Does he love you? Are you dating?"

"Ok, chill, Rachel," Mercedes said, rolling her eyes and pulling Rachel off Kurt. "Please tell me he's gay this time, Kurt. At least for your sake."

Kurt laughed and nodded. "Yes, unbelievably, he's gay. But just because he's gay does not mean he has any feelings for me, it'll never happen, trust me. But, ohmygod," he sighed. "He's so drop dead gorgeous you wouldn't believe it."

Rachel clapped and smiled. "Kurt, you have to get a picture of him so we can see! And, don't be like that, you never know! He could totally like you back, you're quite the catch, you know."

"Oh, he's way out of my league," Kurt shook his head. "But," he said, shrugging, "he's sure nice to look at!"

"Now I have to see a picture of him!" Mercedes said, bouncing a little. "Seriously, Kurt. That's the third time you've mentioned something about how good the boy looks, he must be smokin'"

Kurt smirked and rolled his eyes. "You have no idea."