Rachel could not take it anymore. She tried giving Blaine space, but it was Tuesday and she hadn't heard from him since he left the prom on Saturday. Skipping out on her fifth hour class, she slipped out one of the side entrances and got into her car. She drove over to Blaine's house.

Rachel ran out of her car and started banging on the door, "Blaine Anderson open up this door! I am not leaving this time until you do!"

There wasn't an answer.

Rachel looked around and found the hide-a-way key Blaine had to use once. She knew she shouldn't know where it is, but she had to do something. She slipped the key in the lock and turned the handle. After placing the key back, she slipped inside.

Looking around the house it looked as if no one was home. Angel ran over and started to jump on her. "Hey girl," Rachel reached down and pet her head.

Rachel started climbing up the stairs and she threw open Blaine's door. "You need to get out of bed," she grabbed Blaine's blanket and pulled it off of him.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asked groggily.

"Get up," Rachel said throwing the blanket on the floor and walking over to his dresser, "We are going to go get coffee and talk because this isn't healthy."

"I don't care," Blaine groaned rolling over. "I wanna stay here."

Rachel looked over at him, "When is the last time you even showered?"

"Sunday I think," Blaine said.

"Eww," Rachel made a face, "Up and out of bed now," she pulled his arm. "I'm not talking to you until you smell like a person again. Now go!"

Blaine stared at her, "Can you not act like the concerned friend today."

"Blaine Anderson," Rachel shouted, "If you do not get in that bathroom in the next five minutes I will not hesitate to shred every one of your bowties and cardigans. Hell I will even get started on your Vogue collection."

"Fine, geez," Blaine said walking into the bathroom, "I'll shower. You don't have to be so mean about it."

Rachel sighed as she finally heard the shower going. She sat down on the bed and looked around Blaine's room. It smelled awful. She stripped the bed and took the sheets down stairs to the washer. She hung up the tux that was wrinkled on the floor. The dishes with bits of food leftover went in the sink in the kitchen and then she finally found where he kept clean sheets.

As Rachel finished fluffing his pillow with a fresh pillow case on it, Blaine walked back in the room wearing a robe. "You didn't have to do that."

"I don't know what happened to you, so I suppose if something happened, I figured I would do something nice," Rachel said.

Blaine just nodded his head slowly.

"Blaine, what did happen?" Rachel asked him concerned, "I've never seen you like this before."

Blaine walked over and sat on the bed. He reached over and then held out something for Rachel.

Rachel took the phone Blaine held out. She didn't recognize it. She flipped it over and saw the Cheerios logo on the back, "I don't understand Blaine."

"That's not my phone," Blaine said tearing up.

"So," Rachel said, "Well I know Kurt has a similar phone, but he...wait, is this Kurt's phone?"

Blaine swallowed and nodded his head, "He left it here the other night."

"What do you mean the other night," Rachel said trying to figure it out. "The party! Oh my god! YOU AND KURT! HERE!"

"Could you not yell please," Blaine said trying his hardest not to cry.

"Oh Blaine," Rachel let the phone fall on Blaine's bed as she hugged him and he started to cry, "What happened?"

"I don't remember," Blaine sobbed, "I got so drunk and I don't remember."

Rachel just held him while he cried and whispered to him that everything would be okay.

"He was my first," Blaine said with a raspy voice.

"I know sweetie," Rachel said as she pet Blaine's hair. "I'm sorry, I wish I could help."

"It doesn't matter," Blaine sighed in Rachel's arms, "Nothing matters."

"Yes it does," Rachel said pulling away, "Blaine, you are wonderful guy. And sometimes we screw up, we're teenagers it happens. But next year is going to be amazing. We are going to be seniors. And the year after we are going to New York together and taking the world by storm."

"You are," Blaine said slumping on his bed.

"We both are," Rachel smiled, "In different ways, I'm going to be singing while you are going to be in pre-law. You look amazing in a suit sir."

Blaine gave a small smile, "Thanks."

"Now, we are going to get you dressed and you need to give Kurt his phone back," Rachel smiled as she stood up.

"No way," Blaine stood up and tightened his robe tie, "I am not talking at him. I can't even stand the sight of him right now."

"Stand the sight?" Rachel turned around. Blaine glanced at his camera for a moment. "What did you two do?"

"Nothing," Blaine groaned, "I think we started taking pictures during or something because their pictures of both of us."

"I'm deleting them," Rachel said reaching to pick up the camera.

Blaine dove and held the camera to his chest, "No."

Rachel groaned, "Hand over the camera Blaine. You realize owning nude photos of someone who doesn't know is illegal."

"What?" Blaine asked, "They aren't nude photos. It's just us before we came here. I took the camera to prom."

"Oh thank god," Rachel said, "But why are you keeping them Blaine?"

Blaine looked down at the ground, "I just, what we did together and I still have feelings about him."

Rachel sat down next to him on the bed, "Okay. This is what we are going to do. We are going to look at these pictures, cry one more time, and then delete them."

"I can't," Blaine said cradling the camera to his chest. He stood up, "Look, you don't get it. You don't get it because you are beautiful girl and have a loving boyfriend. I will never find anyone who likes me like that. I'm nothing. No one finds me attractive and no one ever will."

"Blaine you can't think that," Rachel said, "I mean even if he was annoying, Sebastian was interested."

"Sure he was," Blaine groaned and pulling his hair, "Sebastian would be interested in anything with a cock and an asshole to shove his in."

"Blaine stop," Rachel walked over to him, "Stop talking about yourself like that, please."

"There isn't a point. The one guy I've had a crush on for the last few years just humped and dumped me, so I don't think it matters," Blaine practically shouted, "I deserve guys like Sebastian, that's who I am."

Rachel stared at Blaine, "Why do you think that? Why do you think you have the right to think like that!" she yelled at him. "You are being an idiot right now! And I am not going to just stand here and dump on yourself. Look, Blaine, it's hard right now. I was exactly where you were just a year ago. I never thought anyone would like me and, yes I got lucky with Finn, but Blaine you have to realize that our life here isn't the end."

Blaine tried to say something, "No it's my turn," she said to him. "We are going to be seniors next year, then moving to New York next year and things will be different. You have to be one of the most amazing guys I've ever met, which you know from the huge crush I had on you when we first met."

Blaine let his head fall and he let out a small laugh.

"You need to move on from Kurt," Rachel said and Blaine looked up in her eyes, "He is a high school crush and hell we all had them. Hell I even went out with Puck for a week. Things happen and we mess up, but we grow up and move on. Blaine you are my best friend and the only thing I want is for you to be happy."

Blaine stared at her for a long minute. His mind was going a mile a minute, until he found his voice. "Okay."

"Okay?" Rachel asked him.

"Okay," Blaine said giving her a small smile, "I just need to get dressed because I am not wearing this robe out of the house."

"Good," Rachel smiled, "Let's choose an outfit that shows off your butt."

"What?" Blaine asked with wide eyes.

Rachel shrugged, "Well you do have a cute butt."

Blaine laughed as he walked over to his closet with Rachel and they found an outfit. Rachel fed him some of the leftovers she found in the fridge. And now they were walking out to your cars.

"And what are you going to say?" Rachel asked him.

"I am going to mention what happened and ask if he remembers anything," Blaine said out loud, "We will go from there and try to put the puzzle together."

"Good," Rachel smiled, "And I want you to come to my house afterwards. I don't think it's good for you to be on your own like this."

"I know, I know," Blaine sighed as he put his hand in his pocket and felt Kurt's phone.

"And what are you going to do if he doesn't want to talk?" Rachel asked him.

"I will just hand him the phone and tell him to back off," Blaine stated. They had already practiced what he would say.

"Okay, I think you're ready," Rachel smiled and then reached over to squeeze his hand. "Good luck," she pulled him in for a hug.

"I will definitely need it," Blaine said hugging her back.

Rachel got in her car and Blaine got into his own, they left in separate directions towards their destinations. Blaine was shaking as he drove to Kurt's house, he thought maybe Rachel should have at least to come with him. He didn't even know what he was going to say to his face.

Blaine made it to Kurt's house and he parked his car out front. He opened the door with shaking hands and stepped out of his car. He shut the door behind him. Taking small steps, he finally made his way to the door and gave three loud knocks.

When the door began to open, Blaine's first instinct was to run, but for some reason his feet wouldn't move.

The door opened and revealed his father, Burt, "Hey kid," he smiled at him.

"H-h-hi," Blaine said.

"It's Blaine right?" Burt asked opening the door wider.

Blaine nodded, "Yeah, that's me. Is Kurt around?"

"He is actually," Burt said, "Him and a few of his cheerleading friends are in his room."

"Oh," Blaine said, "Um." He wasn't expecting this.

Burt looked at him, "Come on in," he waved his hand, "I doubt they will be much longer." And he walked away.

Blaine looked around and wondered if he should follow Burt or not.

"You coming kid?" That answered that question Blaine thought to himself as he walked in and closed the door behind him. Blaine walked in and found Burt sitting in front of the television, "You like sports?"

"Yeah," Blaine nodded, "I actually love the Buckeyes. My dad took me to a game once."

"Really?" Burt asked him, "I always wanted to take Kurt, but he always turned me down."

"What about if you asked Finn?" Blaine asked him, "I mean aren't you dating Carole now?"

"I am," Burt looked over at him confused, "Did Kurt tell you that?" Blaine went silent, "You don't have to tell me anything. I'm just glad he has someone to talk to since he won't talk to me lately."

"Yeah," Blaine reached up and scratched the back of his neck, "I know how he is sometimes. He has a bit of a temper."

Burt laughed, "Don't I know it. So what are you doing after you graduate from high school? Any ideas?"

"Actually I'm going to New York with my friend Rachel Berry. I'm going to NYU for pre-law," Blaine answered.

"That answer sounded a bit like a robot," Burt commented as he turned back towards the television. "But it's more than Kurt has right now. He keeps talking about going to California with some of his friends and just exploring his options. Sounds like a load of bull to me."

Blaine gave a small laugh, "Yeah, I suppose he is stubborn too."

"He gets that from me," Burt smiled.

"But he has a big heart," Blaine added, "Like when he acts like he doesn't care about something, but I know he truly could never give it up."

Burt looked over at Blaine for a moment and opened his mouth to say something, but the door opened down the hall and Kurt emerged with his friends still dressed in their Cheerios uniforms.

"What is he doing here?" Santana asked.

Blaine stood up fast, "I-I-I..."

Kurt's eyes were wide and he looked at his dad, "Why did you invite him in?"

Burt stood, "Kurt it's my house and I can invite whoever I want inside."

"Fine," Kurt rolled his eyes, "By the way, my phone still hasn't turned up, I'll need a new one. We are going to the mall now. You have Santana's phone number if you need to reach me."

Blaine wasn't thinking, he reached in his pocket and took the phone out. He set it on the coffee table in front of him gently, "You left it at my house," he said quietly and walked out the door.

Kurt was staring at the phone, wishing it would dissolve and disappear. The one thing he didn't want to happen just happened. And he just wanted to forget about all of it.

"Kurt, why did he have your phone?" Brittany asked him.

Quinn crossed her arms over her chest, "Yes Kurt, please enlighten us."

Kurt snatched the phone off the table, "I don't feel like going to the mall now. Just go without me."

"Come on ladies," Santana said as the girls walked out of the house and left Kurt alone in the living room with his dad.

"I would like to know why Blaine had your phone," Burt said.

Kurt shook his head, "He just had it Dad. He could have stolen it or something."

"Right," Burt laughed, "I'll believe that when pigs fly. Now tell me why on the morning after prom you show up without your phone and it turns out Blaine had it the entire time?"

"I don't know!" Kurt shouted, "He just did. Maybe I dropped it prom or maybe he stopped by that party we went to afterwards. I don't have all the answers Dad."

"Why did you treat him like that?"

"Like what?" Kurt snapped.

"You treated him like he wasn't a person Kurt. You never would have done that," Burt looked at his son, "What are you doing with your life?"

"Not this again," Kurt groaned, "I'm sorry Dad. I don't have my entire life planned out for me. I'm sorry I don't want to work in your shop or have any ideas about going to college right now. I'm trying and it's hard."

"I'm not asking for a plan," Burt said putting a hand on Kurt's shoulder, "All I'm asking is for my son back. Besides that Blaine kid, he is special. I have no doubt when he moves to New York he is going to be big doing whatever is he does, while you wish what could have happened. And another thing, he said you left it at his house."

Kurt stared at his dad as he walked away. He was so confused by his words, what in the world had his dad meant?

The next day at school, Kurt tried to avoid his friends, but he could not. They eventually cornered him between third and fourth hour.

"Just tell us what happened Kurt," Quinn said, "It will all be fine after you tell us."

"I'm not saying anything," Kurt said slamming his locker closed, "Nothing happened. I don't know how Blaine had my phone, he just did. End of story." The bell rang and he tried to walk away to get to class.

"Nope," Santana said grabbing his arm, "I'm not buying it for a minute. Spill everything now."

Kurt groaned and he looked down the hallway. There was no one coming either way. "Fine if I tell you three, will you leave me alone?"

"Yes," Brittany nodded enthusiastically.

"You have to swear on our Cheerios uniforms that you will not tell a soul," Kurt said staring them in the eyes.

"Fine, whatever," Santana said, "Just tell us."

Kurt breathed in and out, "Fine, well this is basically all I remember alright. I faintly remember prom where I was making out with that guy all night long. And then we went to that party. I remember finding Blaine and we started dancing and drinking. After that everything is hazy."

"That still doesn't explain how he had your phone," Quinn said.

"Argh," Kurt said banging his head on his locker, "Fine. The next morning I woke up in his bed naked. The lube and condom wrapper were sitting on the bedside table. Happy now?"

Santana smiled, "Oh my god. Our little Hummel, isn't a virgin anymore. Oh I have to ask, did you top or bottom?"

Kurt stared at her, "Why does that matter?"

"It always matters," Santana said with a laugh.

"Well none of it matters anyways," Kurt shrugged, "I was so stupid. It meant nothing to me and I don't even remember the night. And I woke up before him, so I quickly left and my phone was left at his place."

"Did he look through it?" Brittany asked.

Kurt shrugged, "I don't know. I turned it on, but it seemed fine."

"So you regret it?" Quinn asked him.

"Are you kidding me?" Kurt practically yelled, "Of course I do! Me and Blanderson. I don't know what the hell my drunken mind was thinking."

There was a sudden noise and all four them turned to see Blaine standing there with his books on the ground. He had tears falling down his face. He quickly picked up his books and ran.

"That was a bit harsh," Quinn said, "I know you knew he was there."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "What are you my mother?" he commented before walking away and leaving his friends to stand there. Something he couldn't quite shake was the feeling when he woke up and saw Blaine's face. He didn't regret, he had almost a calm and relax feeling until he realized what had actually happened. What was going on?