Chapter 3 – The Day After

Kurt was in bed when Finn got home. Finn ran up the stairs to see him. "Kurt. I can't believe you didn't show up at Samuel's house. I was freaked out and ready to go back and save you buddy."

Kurt was half asleep and half depressed. "So, now you know I'm fine."

"I was so worried until I got the text from the Blaine guy. Did he creep you out?"

"No. He was actually really nice." Kurt thought. Really nice and the sex was unbelievable. "Gave me a place to sleep because I didn't feel like driving. He got me ice for my face which is why…" Finn finally caught a glimpse of Kurt's face.

"Wow. Your face…."

"It's not that bad Finn. By the time mom and dad get home, it'll barely be noticeable."

"I told you not to fight him."

"Okay. What's done is done. I kind of liked it." Finn was so confused.

"You almost died and you kind of liked it?"

"Not the getting hit part. The me hitting part. It was nice to actually let loose and hit someone." Kurt sat up and looked at his hand. "My hand hurts a bit too. It's a little swelled, but it's getting better. I'm thinking of doing that again some time." Kurt was thinking about how he felt somehow complete with Blaine and if he went to fight club or fought again, he could at least admire Blaine from afar. Who knows, a relationship might be possible. Kurt set it aside because he really didn't think it was a possibility. Blaine was hot and turns out he's a prep school kid. He can't be all bad. He's rich or his parents are at least. They were from different worlds.

"NO WAY! You are never doing that again."

Kurt stood up to go into his bathroom. "You know what Finn? You really don't have a say in it, do you? When you have dealt with all the bullying I have, then you have a say, but until then, just let me make my own decisions." Finn stood there completely dumbstruck. Kurt paused for a second and turned to look at Finn. He felt bad. "Look. I'm sorry for yelling at you, but last night was incredible. The release I felt was unbelievable. Maybe I don't want to do that a lot, but once in a while would be nice. I have so much pent up energy inside me, it's just nice to release it. I feel so much better today." Kurt was talking about the entire evening, but Finn didn't know and Kurt wasn't going to divulge that information.

"Okay. I get it, but don't be offended if I don't go. I can't watch you do that to yourself. Puck or Samuel can take you, but I will not be a part of it. Dad would kill me." Finn put his foot down.

"Fine." The conversation was done. "What time is it?"

"Noon."

"You want to eat lunch?"

"Yeah. Let's go out. Mom's not here to cook."

"Finn. I can cook."

"Yeah, but you hand and your face."

"Okay. Let me get changed and put something on to cover up this bruising and the cut. I'll be down in 20 minutes."

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Finn was in his room getting changed when his phone buzzed.

To Finn:

Hey. This is Blaine and I was wondering if u could help me out by giving me Kurt's phone number?

Finn was confused about this. If Kurt wanted him to have his number, wouldn't Kurt have given it to him? Also, Kurt is clearly gay. Anyone that's around him for 5 minutes would know this and Kurt had spent the night at his house. Surely, Blaine figured this out, but sometimes people could be oblivious.

To Blaine:

Why didn't he give it 2u himself?

To Finn:

He left while I was asleep this morning.

To Blaine:

You know my brother's gay, right?

Finn thought it would only be fair since the guy was asking for Kurt's phone number.

To Finn:

Yeah

To Blaine:

And u still want his number?

So Kurt never mentioned them 'spending the night together'. Blaine responded the simplest way and figured Finn could figure it out himself. Hopefully. Finn looked goofy and hopefully he was smarter than he looked.

To Finn:

Yeah.

It took a second, but then a wash of understanding came over him.

To Blaine:

OH! K Ur gay? Kurt said he spent the night..not SPENT the night.

To Finn:

Well, don't say anything. Please. I really want to get to know him. I like him. Will you help me?

To Blaine:

IDK if I can go against Kurt. He's a tough person as u know already. He's already talked about going back there to fight again. How about we make a deal?

To Finn:

I'm listening.

To Blaine:

You keep him out of the fight club and I will give him your phone number and let him know you asked about him.

To Finn:

Deal.

Finn was now stuck with trying to figure out how to give Kurt Blaine's number and pretend like he didn't know about them. Kurt didn't tell him and he was going to try to keep it to himself that he knew. Telling Kurt he knew was not part of the deal. Whatever he decided, he was going to do it in public so that Kurt wouldn't blow it out of proportion.

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"So where are we going?" Finn wanted Kurt to pick and drive because he was too busy trying to think of a way to give Kurt Blaine's number.

"Breadstix of course. I need a salad and breadsticks." Kurt knew that Finn really didn't care where they went. "I'm driving."

"Okay." Finn was glad and he remained silent just thinking the whole way there. How was he going to do this? By the time they pulled into the parking lot at Breadstix, Finn was lost. He knew there was no way to do this without giving it away that he knew.

"What's wrong with you Finn? You're so quiet." Kurt seemed pretty bubbly for the day after getting his face beat up. Maybe this was a good thing.

"Nothing. Just tired I guess." They were seated and the waitress took their drink order.

"What did you guys end up doing?"

"We played Xbox at Samuel's. Stayed up late. The usual." Finn had a new idea. Maybe he could get Kurt to admit it. "What about you? What did you do after you were feeling better?"

Kurt squirmed in his seat a little. The memory too hard to forget with the nagging pain in his ass. The nagging awesome sex pain in his ass. "Nothing. Blaine and I talked after I iced my face. He was nice to me. Then he got me some blankets and set me up to sleep on the couch."

"So you just went to sleep?"

"Yeah Finn. What else is there to do? I don't know the guy. He beat me up. He was being nice, so I let him. I was in pain and tired and didn't feel like driving." Just when he was going to go off on Finn, the waitress came back with water for Kurt and a coke for Finn.

She asked. "Are you ready to order?"

Kurt answered immediately. "Super Salad with fat free Italian and breadsticks."

"Lasagna with side salad and garlic Italian dressing. Thank you." Finn was not dropping this conversation. It was not all about the deal anymore. Finn wanted to hear the story. "So you don't like him?"

"What the fuck Finn? You're not my dad." Kurt was clearly annoyed. "Why are you so interested anyway? Worried I might scare off another straight guy?" He hoped to God that Finn would just drop it now. He didn't want Finn to know that he couldn't take his mind off of Blaine. Every time he had a moment, he couldn't think of anything other than his face, his curly hair, his eyes, his dick, and his ass. Shit, he went there again for the 15th time today.

Finn felt like Kurt could read him like a book. Why else would he ask why he was interested? When he looked up at Kurt again, Kurt seemed to be in a daze. He looked uncomfortable. "I'm asking because Blaine contacted me." Kurt's eyes grew wide and he looked panicked.

"Why would he do that and how does he have your number anyway?" Kurt was clearly trying to play innocent here.

"He has it from when you decided to get punched really hard and couldn't breathe, conveniently giving you the opportunity to stay at Blaine's house, which happens to be a mansion, with a guy you barely knew."

"So what Finn. It's not like I slept with him." Finn knew this look. Kurt was lying. He barely made eye contact. Kurt got fucking laid last night. Holy shit. He likes Blaine too.

"Okay. Well if that's your story then you shouldn't be interested in what Blaine had to say to me."

Kurt looked around his face turning dark red. If steam had the ability to come out of his ears, it would have happened right about now. "What did he say?"

Kurt was ready to get in his car and haul ass to Blaine's house to beat the crap out of him. This was supposed to be a one night stand and no one was supposed to know. "First calm down. He just wanted me to give you his phone number. He said he likes you and wants to get to know you. Okay?" Finn expected Kurt to get excited, not what happened. "I didn't even know he was gay."

"You can tell Blaine to leave me alone. It was one fucking night. It's not like we're dating or anything." Finn was dumbfounded.

"Y-you don't like him?" Finn was so confused.

"Not in the least." Kurt was lying again and Finn picked up on it again. Kurt leaned in to talk low. He didn't want the whole place knowing his life. "If you must know, fine. We had sex and yes it was fantastic. He's kind of cute and he's got really nice eyes, but it was a one night stand. That's all."

Finn's eyes went completely wide. "You slept with him?"

"He was hot and it seemed like a good idea at the time." The salads were being delivered. "Apparently I was wrong because he went and blabbed it to my brother."

"He didn't tell me. You just did."

Kurt was really angry. "What the fuck Finn? Why didn't you stop me?"

"Like I'm supposed to tell you what to do?" Finn was starting to fork at the salad in front of him. "When you get like this, no one can stop you."

"So, he said nothing?"

"I wouldn't say nothing. He told me he liked you. I think he wants to ask you out. I didn't know you slept with him." Finn was chewing on his salad now and talking through it. "He's a good looking dude and he's gay. Why not go out with him? You already had sex with him so there won't be that pressure. You can just take your time and get to know him."

"He lives in Columbus which happens to be an hour away and he never said he wanted a relationship." Kurt brushed Finn off. "It would be too hard anyway."

"Well, I told him I would give you his number. So here it is." Finn pressed send on his phone and Kurt's text message buzzed as he received it.

"Kurt hit delete. I don't need it." Kurt looked like he really didn't know. "It's not like it could last."

"Maybe it could? Kurt, you of all people deserve to be happy." Finn believed his words and he really did care about his brother like they were really genetically related.

"I can't keep dreaming anymore Finn." Kurt looked regretful. He really did like Blaine and was extremely attracted to him. They ate in peace and quiet and Kurt reminisced of the gentle touch of Blaine's hands on him. He felt something for Blaine last night. He felt strangely connected to Blaine, but refused to believe it.

"I think you're making a mistake about him, Kurt. He seems genuinely interested in you and I think it's worth a chance. Look, I know you're scared but isn't happiness worth taking a risk."

"Just butt out Finn."

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Kurt spent the rest of the weekend in his room. Finn decided to let him be, but didn't' delete Blaine's phone number. In fact, on Sunday night, Finn decided to text Blaine and let him know how bad it went.

To Blaine:

I gave him ur number and he was kinda pissed that u told me.

To Finn:

So did he take the number

To Blaine:

No.

To Finn:

I didn't think he would. He's a pain in the ass isn't he?

To Blaine:

Just stubborn. I think he thinks he doesn't deserve what the rest of us guys get.

To Finn:

Will you please give me his number?

To Blaine:

I can't. Sorry. You should probably forget about him.

To Finn:

I can't. He's all I can even think about. I just want to go out once. If he doesn't like me after that, I'll leave him alone. Will you tell him?

To Blaine:

K.. not 2day, maybe 2morrow. I'll text you after.

To Finn:

TY

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Blaine was in his dorm room at Dalton. He was pacing and his room door was open. Jeff and Nick came right in. "Hey Blaine. Hope you don't mind. The door was open." Jeff was always the more talkative one.

"No, that's okay."

"We just got back in from the weekend. Well, Nick got in earlier but I just got back. What happened after I left?"

"Turned out he was okay. I just took him up to the house to fix his face and put ice on his jaw."

"What a pansy." Jeff laughed.

"Don't call him that." Blaine answered trying not to look like he cared but the annoyed look did not escape from Jeff's eyes.

Jeff didn't understand the look at first, but then he smiled. "Oh Really?"

"What?" Blaine turned away because he didn't want to be an open book, not just yet. "I'm just saying he was tough. He got a good hit in. See my jaw? Bruised." Blaine pointed to a dark spot on his jawline.

"He was tough. Since when do you ever fight someone that you compliment?" Jeff was nudging Nick with his elbow.

Nick chimed in. "So, I wasn't there, but I heard he took the first swing at you. Why'd you let him?"

"Who says I let him?" Blaine was trying to be nonchalant about the whole thing because if someone would be able to read him, it would be these two.

"You always take the first swing Blaine. Never seen a fight where you didn't. AND, I've never fought you where you didn't swing first." Nick was chipping away at Blaine hoping to see him slip up.

"It was just lucky. Okay? Stop with the Spanish Inquisition. It just happened alright, I wasn't paying attention and he hit first." Blaine was clearly hiding something and he was annoyed by all the questions.

"Uh-huh." Jeff put his hand to his chin just watching Blaine. Why would he be aggravated? "Oh my God. He's gay, isn't he?"

Blaine turned away. He was afraid he would give it away. "I need to clean up my room. How about we get dinner in half hour?"

"You are not changing the subject Blaine Anderson. Your room is always spotless. He's gay and you like him." Jeff could see Blaine take a deep breath and let his shoulders down. He was going to spill. He turned and closed the door. "Spill Blaine. I want all the nitty gritty details."

Blaine sat down initially but then groaned and laid down looking at the ceiling. He really liked Kurt and it seemed there was no hope. He didn't want to have anything to do with him. Jeff sat on the bed next to Blaine and Nick turned his desk chair around to get comfortable for the story. He told them generally about the sex occurring not wanting to mar his heterosexual friends with his sexual escapades. Plus, it was a personal topic.

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"So that's it? You're going to give up?" Jeff was annoyed to no end with this. "Blaine Anderson does not give up. At least the Blaine I know."

Nick chimed in. "I agree. We'll get him to go out with you. We have to think of a plan. We need to get him here or you there and then you need to sing to him."

"What? I'm not singing to a him."

"Blaine, there is no man or woman that can resist you when you sing. You know that. Hell, if I were gay I would fall for you from the first note." Jeff and Nick laughed at that. Blaine shoved Nick off the bed.

"Let's go get dinner and talk about this later. I think I'll go crazy if I keep thinking about it."

The 3 boys stopped in the mailroom before heading to the dining room. The boy behind the desk yelled out. "Hey, you guys have Warbler mail." Jeff, Nick and Blaine were the Warbler Counsel this year and responsible for everything.

Blaine grabbed the letter. "Thanks man!" He glanced at the return address. It was from the Ohio Music Educators Association. "Hey guys. It from the OHMEA. Probably about our Sectionals competition."

Jeff grabbed it from Blaine. "Ready to see it?"

He held it up and Blaine grabbed it back. "Let's read it over dinner. Come on."

They got to dinner and were seated at the Warblers table. Blaine stood up holding the envelope up. "Warbler's. I have in my hand our competition for sectionals." All attention was given to the Lead Counsel member. "Are you ready to hear who it is?" The group clapped and cheered with a bunch of yeses. "Okay. Quiet down everyone." Blaine tore the envelope open and his eyes brightened a bit. "We are competing against four other teams this year. Apparently, the top two show choirs will advance to regionals. That's good for everyone I think. Our competition is Princeton High School's Shake and Groove, Springboro High School's Music in Motion, Springfield High School's Be the Beat and McKinley High School's New Directions. Gentleman, we need to work on our songs for Sectionals if we're going to advance. Come to Warbler practice ready to work tomorrow."

Blaine sat down. Jeff noticed a change in his demeanor. "What's up Blaine? I can tell you saw something."

Blaine leaned over and quietly stated. "Kurt goes to McKinley. I wonder if he's in their group?"

"One way to find out my friend. After dinner we are going to your room and hitting YouTube to search out the competition." Blaine started thinking about Kurt again. The blue eyes, his soft lips, the feel of him, being with him, around him and in him. Shit.. not again. Blaine needed to stop fantasizing about this boy that refused to talk to him. Blaine silently finished dinner saying a silent prayer to whatever God might be listening. "Blaine…. Did you hear me?"

"What? No sorry, just thinking about something."

"It wouldn't be this Kurt person, could it be?"

Blaine just shook his head at his friend. "Cut it out."

Jeff turned to Nick. "I wonder if he's thinking about…." Blaine punched Jeff in the arm before he could finish the sentence.

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The three of them were sitting in Blaine's room, each with their laptops. They were all over YouTube trying to find the competition. Blaine was the first to find something. "Hey.. I found New Directions. This doesn't look like a competition, just a video from at their school practicing, I think." Blaine had trouble making out the people in the video, but though he saw someone that looked like Kurt in the background singing. There was a really tall guy singing lead and that looked like Finn. Puck, the Mohawk guy was also there. He had to be there.

Jeff and nick moved over to the bed where Blaine was lying down with his computer. Nick examined the video. "That's definitely practice. What about this one? It looks like it's on a stage."

Blaine clicked and the entire group was wearing white tee shirts with words on them. In the middle was Kurt. "Shit. That's him."

"This is really cool Blaine. We never do stuff like this. We really need to think about this for this year. We need to move around the stage more and show off our dancing skills."

"Easy for you to say Jeff, you're really good. Some of us aren't that good."

"Blaine, you are really good and what you can't do in dance, you carry us in showmanship."

Nick was still watching intently. "They're really good and you're boy is singing Lady Gaga. This is that song Born this way. I wonder when they did this. Maybe some of these people graduated."

"Sure, that would make it convenient." Jeff slapped Nick on the head. Jeff and Blaine returned their attention to the screen. "His shirt say's likes boys.. Good thing for you Blaine. At least it's confirmation that he at least bats for you team." Jeff laughed while Blaine gave him the evil eye. "Just kidding."

Blaine smiled and responded. "He's really good. His voice is really high. Isn't there a name for that?"

"Yeah, but I have no idea." Jeff and Blaine continued to watch as all of the New Directions made their way on stage singing and dancing in concert with the music and each other. They did look really good on stage. Not as polished as the Warblers, but they were having fun and it showed in their performance.

Nick returned with his computer in his hand and set it up next to Blaine's. "He's a countertenor. It's any male that can sing higher than tenor. That's actually amazing. He's cute Blaine. You picked yourself a cute guy. His arms look pretty built."

"They are pretty strong." Blaine pointed to his face again reminding him of the bruise that remained there.

The song was finishing up and Jeff looked at the other two. "That was good, but different then our style. It would be cool to keep our style but add our own dancing, don't you think?"

Blaine wanted to keep the integrity of the group. "Jeff, that's a good idea as long as we don't change ourselves to be like other teams. We need to be unique and maintain our integrity. The dancing we can do has to be good, but not really sexy. That's not what we're about." In the back of his mind, Blaine could only describe Kurt as sexy in that video.

Nick had taken control of Blaine's computer while the other two were talking about the dancing. He clicked on three people wearing skin tight outfits dancing together. The video was titled Single Ladies and piqued his curiosity. "Check this one out." Nick was laughing and pointing at the screen and there was Kurt in all his glory dancing to Beyonce's Single Ladies.

"Holy shit. He can move his hips. Blaine, I can't believe you hit that. You aren't that good."

"He looks so young in this video. Look at him move. Good God that's hot." Blaine stated while, starting to feel that familiar tightness in his pants. He needed the other two to leave before it became a big problem.

Nick waved his hand in front of Blaine's face that was affixed to the screen at the moment. "I think we should get leave Jeff. Our friend here is mesmerized by some cute blue-eye boy on his computer."

Jeff laughed as he elbowed Blaine. "Dude. I think you need to do something about this. You are so into him."

Blaine was shaken out of his thoughts. "You guys have to help me figure out how I get him to go out with me again."

"Sadly, my friend, I don't think that's going to happen unless you can get his brother to give you his phone number."

Blaine stood up to see the boys out of his room. "Or we can invite them here."

Jeff crooked his eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I'll talk to you guys at breakfast, but I feel an idea coming on. That would get me time to see him face to face and then maybe ask him out. In the meantime, are you interested in Fight Club next weekend. I think I'm going to need it."

Jeff turned to look at Blaine. "Frustrated?" He moved quickly out the door to avoid getting punched by Blaine.

"You could say that." Blaine blushed a little that the boys could see how much he liked Kurt.

"Sure, I'm in. I still can't fight because Thanksgiving is only 2 weeks away." Jeff knew they could get in trouble. When is sectionals?

"It's the first week in December according to the letter. It's going to be at McKinley High School Auditorium this year." Blaine shrugged. "Maybe it's a sign."

"Who needs a sign to tell you that you are head over heels for this guy?" Jeff patted Blaine on the shoulder and walked out the door.