The morning after prom...

Kurt woke up and rubbed a hand over his face. The first thing he noticed was he was not sleeping on his bed, nor was he even in his house. He looked over to his left and saw the curly dark hair poking out from under the covers.

This wasn't happening. It could not be happening.

Pulling down the blanket that's when he saw his face. He was looking at Blaine Anderson's face.

"Oh god," Kurt quietly got out of the bed, and oh he was naked. He looked around from his clothes. He grabbed his underpants and dress pants.

This was not how Kurt Hummel's junior prom was supposed to end. He was supposed to go to prom with his friends, but then at one point they all ended up at a party. He apparently drank more then he should have. He put on his shirt and grabbed his shoes not wanting to make anymore noise. He took one last look at the sleeping dark hair boy on the bed and then swiftly left the house as fast as he could.

Blaine woke up a few minutes later and looked around his room. He then felt a bit of pain in his lower back and winced as he sat up. He lifted his blanket and realized he was naked. And not to mention his head was also throbbing in pain. Looking around the room he saw no sign of anyone else.

Blaine's head fell into his hands, "Oh god."

Suddenly there was a vibrating noise coming from the ground underneath Blaine's clothes. He looked down and winced as he moved. He picked up the phone, that didn't look like his.

*Satan calling*

Blaine slid the button on the phone, "Hello?" he asked in a scratchy voice.

"Finally! I've been trying to get through all morning. Where are you?"

"Um, I'm not sure who..."

"Kurt, where the hell are you? Who is this?"

"Kurt?" Blaine's mind froze. He pulled the phone away from his face and looked at the phone. It had the McKinley sticker on it just like Kurt's phone had. And, of course, Satan was Santana. "No," he said as tears started to form, "No no no."

"Hello! Hello? Whatever just call me back later," and then the line went dead.

Blaine pulled the blankets back over himself, letting the phone fall onto the floor. He folded himself into the fetal position clutching his pillow and crying. This is not how his junior year was supposed to end.

2 month earlier...

"Look at this one," Rachel said as she shoved a brochure into Blaine's face.

Blaine pushed Rachel's hand away, "Look I'm happy you're going to New York and all, but I'm not really New York material."

"Yes you are," Rachel said pulling on Blaine's arm, "I know you don't like singing in front of people which is beyond me, but you have an amazing voice. I've only heard it three times and I know a good voice when I hear it."

Blaine slammed his locker closed making his friend jump, "Look Rachel, you are amazing and you will go to NYADA and do wonderful things in New York. I am going to stay here and go to Ohio State until I move on to a law school."

"You aren't going to be happy," Rachel said crossing her arms.

"And how do you to know that?" Blaine asked with a smile, "Who knows maybe I will be the greatest lawyer that ever set foot into a court room."

"Handsome I'll give you that," Rachel sighed, "Fine I won't push it, but you could still come to New York and go to school. I mean Harvard or Princeton or any of those wacka-doo schools would work right?"

"Yeah," Blaine nodded, "And while my parents hope I'm accepted at Stanford and Yale, I don't want to go there."

"Whatever, I knew they were one of those schools, but NYU offers such a wonderful pre-law program," Rachel begged, "Remember how long we researched those schools and you could be accepted."

"Rachel," Blaine pulled her to the side, "I love you like a sister and I know more then anything you want me to go out to New York with you, but I can't. You know I can't. Plus it's only our junior year."

"Just think about it a while longer," Rachel said clasping her hands together, "Please."

Blaine looked at his friend, "Fine, I will think about it. But only for just a week longer."

"Yay," Rachel reached over and hugged him, then she slipped her arm around his, "Now about this test coming up in Chemistry next week..." she said but noticed he wasn't looking.

Rachel turned in the direction of Blaine's stare. She looked over at him with an eyebrow raised. Blaine finally looked back over at Rachel, "What? Why are you giving me that look?"

"Because you are staring at a certain head Cheerio," Rachel giggled, "Really Blaine, do you think you should be so obvious?"

"I am not being obvious," Blaine stuttered out, "Come on, we're going to be late if we-"

They were both hit with the cold blast of red slushie. "Nice one losers!" the jocks shouted as they walked away.

Blaine wiped the slop from his eyes, "You okay?"

"Fine," Rachel nodded, "I'm going to go to the bathroom and clean up. Do you need help?"

"I'm good. I'll see you later," Blaine said as they both walked into the separate bathrooms.

Something Blaine didn't notice was the stares he got after the slushie hit his face. "It's quite sad isn't it?" Santana said as she was holding a nail file and filing her nails one by one.

"Sad that they get pelted with frozen ice balls almost everyday?" Kurt asked with a snort.

"Yeah," Santana shrugged, "I mean they both have potential, maybe Gel Head more then the Loud One."

Kurt shut his locker door and lifted his messenger bag strap, "Sure the day Santana Lopez goes soft is a day I'd love to see."

"I'm not going soft," Santana said to him, "I'm just saying, they could be more. If you know what I'm saying."

"Are you trying to point out, that we are the only two gays at this school and I should hook up with him?" Kurt said as they walked.

"Hey, a nice good fuck and done," Santana smiled, "I mean college is still over a year away and you will have more options, but right now you are sort of freshly out of meat."

"Thank you Santana, but I think I'll somehow get my own dates," Kurt said as they reached Quinn's locker, she was talking to Brittany. "I hope the janitor cleans that up soon, I don't want to slip in it and get it on my uniform."

Quinn laughed, "So true, oh look," she pointed over at a small freshman who walked right through the slushie mess and fell onto the floor.

The group all laughed, "Oh that made my day better," Kurt smiled, "Come on, if we don't get to English soon Mr. DeAngelos will have my hide."

"I'm sure he would love that tight ass of yours," Santana reached over and slapped Kurt's rear end.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "I swear woman you are all about the sex."

"Only when I'm not getting any," Santana shrugged.

Brittany looked at her friends, "Wait does this mean we are still going to my place after practice?"

Quinn and Kurt shared a look, "Course Brit," Santana smiled, "Let's go before Mr. Schuester catches us in the hall again."

The four Cheerios walked into English and sat down in their respective seats, which was Santana next to Brittany and then Kurt sitting beside Quinn in front of them.

They all turned around to face one another, "Alright, so I heard from Jackie, who heard from Heather, who heard from Tiffany, who heard from Jake, who heard from Margret, that I know someone who is shoe in for Prom Queen this year," Santana grinned.

"Wait, from Heather to Tiffany?" Quinn asked.

"Never trust anything that is passed on from Jake to Margret," Kurt waved his hand, "They can never be trusted. They are the ones that-"

"Let's get started class, Mr. Hummel and Ms. Fabray if you could turn around please," Mr. DeAngelos started to talk about some book project they were going to have to start on.

During his speech, the door opened and Blaine walked in, "Nice of you to join us Mr. Anderson." Blaine gave a silent nod and sat down in his seat.

"As I was saying, you will be working with partners," Mr. DeAngelos smiled and the class all cheered, "I didn't finish my sentence." The entire class went quiet, "And I am picking your partners."

The class groaned, "Really Mr. DA? Why do you gotta be like that?" one of the students asked.

"I wonder," Mr. DeAngelos said, "Now I picked them all last night from a hat. I started off with the first letter of your last name. So our first pair is Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel."

Kurt's eyes widened as he looked over at Blaine, whose eyes were just as wide. As soon as all the names were called, Mr. DeAngelos smiled, "Now that you all have your partners I will ask you to sit next to them for the rest of the time. Your final projects are due in one month." No one moved and stayed in their seats, "I said move."

The entire class stood up and started shuffling around. "This is going to be the worst project ever."

Quinn patted Kurt on the shoulder, "Don't worry about it. Maybe you will get lucky and he will do the entire project for you."

Kurt rolled his eyes as he noticed Blaine wasn't moving and the football player that was Quinn's partner wanted his seat. He picked up his things and sat down in the desk beside Blaine.

They didn't look at one another again all through class while the teacher discussed the project in whole. The two were suppose to choose a Shakespeare play they had read over the year and create a project on it. Discussing the themes, characters, settings, basically an in depth research assignment disguised as a book report. This was not going to be easy.

The bell rang for the end of the class. "Make sure to have your plays selected by the end of the week. I hope you get together even out of class to work on this project."

Kurt turned to say something to Blaine, but he saw his seat was empty. Looking towards the door, Blaine was already half out running down the hall. "Great this is going to be a wonderful end to my junior year."

The whole day Blaine was nervous and jumpy. It wasn't until the following day that Rachel finally asked him what was wrong. "You have this twitch about you? Did they toss you into a dumpster? Or throw another slushie yesterday? Because I know if you-"

"Rachel!" Blaine shouted to get her attention, "Nothing happened. It's just this project for English is all."

"Oh," Rachel sighed, "Good," they sat down at there lunch table, "What's so bad about it that has you all jumpy though?"

"It's a partner project," Blaine sighed, "And, of course, I get paired up with him," he tilted his head to the side.

Rachel looked over and saw the Cheerio table, the only boy being Kurt, "Oh I'm sorry. Is really that bad?"

"I don't know," Blaine said as he picked at the piece of pizza, "I was too embarrassed to even say a word to him."

Tina and Artie came over sitting down across from them "What are you talking about?"

"Oh just Blaine's obvious crush on Cheerio Kurt and how he has to do this huge project with him in English now," Rachel said bumping her shoulder with Blaine's.

Tina giggled, "This is so exciting. Does that mean you get to go over to each other's houses?"

"No," Blaine said shortly, "I am just going to do the project and he won't have to deal with a single thing."

"That doesn't seem very fair," Artie pointed out.

Mercedes came walking over, "What doesn't seem fair?"

"That since Blaine is to shy to talk to Cheerio Kurt that he should have to do their entire project himself," Tina said excitedly.

Blaine groaned, "Why are you enjoying this?"

"Because it's love," Tina smiled, "And nothing comes between love."

"I never said I loved him," Blaine said to her.

Tina kept smiling, "Never said you didn't either."

The rest of the New Directions came and sat down with them. Finn sat beside Rachel. "Should we talk about Nationals, they are coming up soon?" Finn said to the group.

"Some of our members are over there," Puck pointed to the Cheerio table, "I doubt they would come over here and discuss our plans for Nationals."

Rachel thought for a moment, "I know what if we give Blaine a duet, with me of course, this time."

Blaine stared at her, "Rachel stop it."

"No," Rachel whined, "I think it's time you had your time to shine and I know you can sing."

"Surprising he can since he's never sung in front of anyone besides you," Sam said.

Blaine sunk lower in his seat, "I don't want a duet with you Rachel."

"But Blaine," Rachel pulled on his arm, "I know you would be amazing and Nationals are in New York this year."

Blaine groaned, "Can you please drop it. I have a project to work on and the less distractions the better."

"Well gee didn't realize Glee club was a distraction," Rachel made a face.

Blaine was about to say something, "Forget it," he stood up and grabbed his things, "I need to get to the library."

Which is exactly where he went for lunch almost everyday whenever Rachel was pestering him or not. It isn't that he doesn't have friends, he is in the Glee club, but sometimes they treat him differently because he doesn't like singing in front of people.

Blaine sighed to himself as he opened his notebook and began taking notes about the book he chose for the extra credit assignment.

Suddenly someone sat in the seat across from him. Blaine looked up and saw Kurt sitting there. "Can't run now," he smirked.

Blaine reached up and tugged at his collar, "I wasn't running, I would have been late for Physics if I don't hurry it's on the other side of the school from English."

"Whatever," Kurt said waving his hand, "We need to get started on this project."

"Don't worry about it," Blaine said as he looked back down at his papers, "I'll do the project and then send it to you the day before so you can learn your part when we present it."

Kurt stared at Blaine. He was writing and looking off of a book ignoring him now. He reached out and took the book.

"Hey," Blaine said reaching for the book.

Kurt shook his head, "There is no way in hell I am going to let you do this entire project on your own. I don't know what you heard about me, but I actually earn my grades."

"Fine," Blaine said, "Can I have my book back now?"

Kurt looked at the book, "Why in the world are you researching moose?"

Blaine grabbed the book from Kurt's hands, "It's for an extra credit project in History."

"Are you telling me you need extra credit?" Kurt asked with a raised eyebrow.

Blaine looked up at Kurt, "What do you want?"

"We need to pick a book for this project and start working on it," Kurt said as he crossed his arms over his chest, "And I will be helping with the entire thing."

"Fine," Blaine sighed, "Which play do you want to do then?"

"Romeo and Juliet," Kurt said and then Blaine made a face, "What's wrong with Romeo and Juliet?"

"Oh there's nothing wrong with it," Blaine said simply, "It's just the book is over what the span of three days, about a sixteen year old falling in love with a fourteen year old and then they die."

"Alright Mr. Happy, which play do you want to do?" Kurt asked. Blaine took out his book from his bag and threw it across the table to Kurt. "Hamlet? You want to do the story where everyone dies at the end?"

"It has more of a story," Blaine shrugged, "I thought it would be a bit more of a challenge, plus everyone else is doing Romeo and Juliet."

Kurt sighed, that was true, and he already knew that his three friends were doing it. "Fine, we'll do Hamlet," Kurt said to him, "And we will work together on this project."

"Alright, well we don't start working on it at school until next week. Do you want to meet at your house sometime this weekend or the library?" Blaine asked him.

"No way," Kurt shook his head, "And no where public it's bad enough I have to do this project with you, can't we just meet at your house?"

Blaine's jaw tensed, "Fine." He held out his hand.

"What do you want?"

"Your phone, I'll put my number in it and I'll text you my address later," Blaine said.

"Whatever," Kurt said slipping his phone out of his pocket and handing it to Blaine.

Blaine noticed the McKinley High logo sticker on the back of it. He quickly added his number and sent himself a text message, "There you go," he passed it back. "If anything comes up, just let me know."

"Right, so one o'clock on Saturday at your house." Kurt told him as he stood up.

"No, we'll have to make it more two thirty or three if it's on Saturday," Blaine said quickly.

"Fine, three," Kurt rolled his eyes and he was walking out the door.

Blaine leaned back on his chair. This was going to be an interesting end to his junior year.