Blaine didn't tell anyone what he over heard the other day. He ran to his car and cried again. He had to stop crying, Kurt wasn't worth it. Kurt wasn't worth all of his tears. He wasn't worthy of his heart or at least that's what Rachel had told him.

On Thursday everyone was talking about Nationals that was this weekend. He wasn't talking though. He didn't know what to say anymore.

Rachel sat next to him, "Hey, are you doing okay?"

"Fine," Blaine said quietly, "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure anything," Rachel said excitedly.

"Do you want to do a duet?" Blaine asked her.

Rachel clapped her hands, "Do you mean at Nationals?"

"I can't think of anywhere else to sing it," Blaine said with a smile.

"Mr. Shue!" Rachel squealed as she ran over to him.

The cheerleaders were at their National Championships currently and would be returning tonight. The New Directions were rehearsing late and taking a plane to New York in the morning.

"So you want to do a duet," Mr. Schuester said looking at him, "You realize we leave for Nationals in the morning."

"Yes," Blaine nodded, "But if Rachel is willing, we will totally sing her ballad together."

"Oh no," Rachel shook her head, "You are singing another song."

"Wait me?" Blaine asked her.

Rachel smiled, "You should have the ballad Blaine. It's your time."

Blaine looked at his friend and smiled, "You mean it?"

"If anyone disagrees with me that Blaine should not sing the ballad at Nationals raise your hand," Rachel called out.

Blaine looked around and not one person raised their hands. They all gave him encouraging smiles.

"Let's pick a song then," Blaine said.

"I have that all figured out already," Rachel smiled as she grabbed her phone out of her pocket and showed Blaine.

Blaine took the phone and looked at the song Rachel has found. He looked up at her and nodded his head slowly. "That's prefect."

"I know," Rachel smiled, "Alright everyone! We need to get to work now."

They worked and when the Cheerios arrived from their win from Nationals win, at first they didn't know what was going on, but went along with it. They practiced until late and finally left one another until the morning.

"Wait Hobbit," Santana said.

Rachel and Blaine stopped turning around, "I'll be fine," Blaine told her.

"Alright," Rachel said, "I'll be right over here then."

Blaine turned towards Santana, "Yes?"

"Look, that song," Santana said, "It's nice."

"Thanks," Blaine said looking down, "You know I would never really tell," he finally looked up.

Santana nodded her head slowly, "Right. After everything that happened to you, you are just going to sit there."

"No," Blaine shook his head, "I'm living my life. Tana I know you don't understand, but I think after the past week I've had, I think I've finally figured out what I want in life."

"Oh and what's that?" Santana asked him.

Blaine just smiled, "To be happy. You should try it sometime," he turned around and started walking towards Rachel.

"You called her Tana," Rachel said to him.

"I did," Blaine nodded, "Maybe one day she will tell you why," he said loud enough for Santana to hear.

Rachel stared at Blaine for a moment, "Fine then. We should go to my house and practice your song more."

"Okay," Blaine nodded, "But I think we need a small break."

"Fair enough, we should watch past performance for mistakes," Rachel said as she pulled Blaine along.

Santana stood with her arms crossed over her chest. Blaine wanted people to know the truth fine.

"You want to come over tonight?" Brittany asked her appearing next to her.

"I have somewhere to go tonight first," Santana told her and then kissed her cheek, "I'll call you later though."

"Okay," Brittany shrugged, "I'll see you tomorrow morning then."

Santana grabbed her bag and walked out of the school. She got in her car and started to drive. She knew exactly where she was headed.

Santana knocked on the Hummel's door waiting for a response.

When the door swung open, it revealed Kurt standing there, "What are you doing here? Don't you have Glee club rehearsal or something?"

"I did," Santana said pushing passed him, "We are going to talk. Now."

Kurt shut the front door, "What are you talking about?"

"Hello Mr. H," she said to Burt sitting in his chair, "You. Me. Room. Now," she pointed down the hallway.

Kurt stared at her and then groaned, "What the hell do you want?"

Santana looked at him and then at his dad, and back at him, "Fine. I wanted to talk to you about your bashful sidekick who is so not a virgin anymore."

Kurt grabbed her arm and pulled her into his room, "What are you doing? Talking in front of my dad like that!"

"You said to just spill, so I did," Santana shrugged, "Besides its not like it matters."

"Yes it does!" Kurt shouted at her.

"Sit now," Santana pointed to the bed. Kurt just stood there giving her his best bitch face, "Either sit down now or I will go into the room and tell Daddy just how perfect you are."

Kurt sat down, "Whatever."

"Look I don't know the full story over what happened between you and the Hobbit boy, but whatever it was he seems to be over it already," Santana said, "So I suggest you move on too."

"What are you talking about?" Kurt asked her, "There is nothing to move on from. It was a mistake, a stupid one."

"Really?" Santana smiled her smile getting wider, "Are you sure?"

"What, like you know what really happened?" Kurt scoffed.

Santana looked at him, "I do. I know exactly what happened, because the both of you were plastered beyond belief."

Kurt stood up, "What do you mean? You know how he came on to me?"

Santana couldn't help but let out a laugh, "Oh god. I'm not going to tell you if you are acting like this."

"Fine," Kurt sat down on his bed again, "What happened oh bitchy one?"

"Thank you," Santana said sitting beside him, "Now this is what happened that night. We went to the party with Bobby initially, but you found Blaine. And you two started to dance and then your tongues were down each other's throats. Bobby left after he found you making out on the dance floor with Blaine. And then I think you two jumped in the pool at one point something about cleaning Blaine's suit."

Kurt squirmed, "Are you saying, that we did it mutually?"

"Sort of," Santana said looking at her nails, "I mean I was the one that dropped you off at his house."

"What!" Kurt yelled.

"Oh did you want me to drop you off at your house?" Santana stood up, "Look sweetie, I think you have some thinking to do. I mean somehow you fell in love with him and while I should make fun of you. I can't."

Kurt looked down at the ground and didn't acknowledge the words Santana had just said to him.

"Well I have a Glee competition to get to in the morning," Santana said, "I can only suggest one thing to you Kurt. And that's listen to people when they talk or better yet listen to the words they are saying. Those are the most important."

And she left leaving his bedroom door opened. He heard the front door slam shut. Grabbing one of his pillows, he threw it at the door and it shut closed. He grabbed another pillow and finally let his tears fall.

The next morning, Kurt woke up and realized he had fallen asleep on top of his covers and in the same clothes he had changed in when he came home last night. Slowly he stood up and walked into the kitchen.

Burt was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. "We need to talk."

Kurt groaned, "I don't want too."

"Then please explain this," Burt shoved Kurt's phone towards him.

Kurt picked up his phone and found some pictures. They were pictures from the party and they were him and Blaine. Him and Blaine dancing. Him and Blaine drinking. Him and Blaine kissing. Him and Blaine...oh god no.

"So where should we start?" Burt asked.

Kurt shook his head, "Can we please not."

Burt shrugged, "I don't know. You lie to me and then you expect me not to believe you next time."

"Fine," Kurt grabbed the chair pulling it out and falling into it. "What do you want to talk about?"

"First, did you get home safe the night of prom?" Burt asked him, "Wherever you went."

"Yes," Kurt sighed, "Santana told me she took Blaine and I home."

"Home to where?" Burt asked.

"Blaine's house," Kurt said as he avoided his father's eyes. This was so not the talk he wanted to have with his dad.

"Well I'm happy your safe," Burt said, "Kurt, why didn't you just tell me?"

"How could I?" Kurt looked up at his dad, "Look, I'm not perfect and I have no clue what I want to do with the rest of my life. I do what I know."

"Getting drunk and having sex with your friends?" Burt asked him.

Kurt groaned and let his head fall onto the table, "That isn't what happened."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Kurt pounded his head again, "Look, I've said this over and over, Blaine is not my friend. He is just some dweeb I got stuck doing a project with. He listened a few times and that's all."

"I don't believe you," Burt sighed.

"Whatever," Kurt said, "It doesn't matter. And I was a virgin until that night, not like it matters."

"And what is that suppose to mean?"

"Look Dad, I'm not going lie to you," Kurt said, he just felt the need to spill everything now, "I've done things with guys, but isn't that point of exploring my sexuality? I mean what happened with Blaine was a drunken mistake and it won't matter in a week."

"Really?" Burt looked at him, "Because it seems you haven't forgotten about it. And I get it Kurt, you are allowed to be exploring as you put it, but you need to be safe about it. Remember what I told you? I told you, that you matter because you do. You have never been one to throw away things like this. And I don't know what has gotten into you lately, but Blaine told me he would talk to you about it."

"What?" Kurt stood up, "Look whatever he said isn't true and I'm sorry. Yes, Carole is nice Dad, but I just..."

"What is it?" Burt asked him calmly, "You don't like me dating?"

"No," Kurt said bringing a hand up to pulling some of his hair, "I don't like how dependent you are."

Burt looked at his son, "I'm sorry? What?"

"For awhile you needed me Dad," Kurt said to him, "And now you're moving on and finding someone else. I have no clue how to live my life without you. And hurts to know you are moving on and I don't know how."

"Kurt," Burt stood up and walked over to him, "Why didn't you tell me how you felt?"

"Because you are so happy," Kurt said starting to cry, "I saw how happy you are and started to throw myself into other things because you don't care anymore and I didn't know how to cope. First it was Mom and now you."

"You didn't lose me," Burt said bringing Kurt in for a hug, "Kurt, we are living life the best we can right now. I never thought I would find someone after your mother died and I did. I found Carole. You'll find someone amazing too Kurt."

"No I won't," Kurt sobbed, "Look at me. The only guy that wants me is someone who hates me now and I made the biggest ass of myself in front of him."

"So this is about Blaine?" Burt asked pulling away with a smile on his face.

Kurt groaned, "I don't know. I don't know how I feel. I just...he looks at me and when he smiles my heart always feels like it's going to burst. I don't know what is going on."

Burt couldn't help but let a laugh, "Oh Kurt."

"What?" Kurt looked over at his dad, "Why are you laughing? It's not funny."

"You are in love with the kid," Burt patted him on the shoulder.

"I am not," Kurt said as he crossed his arms over his chest, "He is Blaine and I'm Kurt."

"You are," Burt nodded as he set his coffee cup in the sink. "And I wouldn't doubt he would feel the same way as you."

Kurt grumbled something under his breath.

"Fine then," Burt said, "I need to get to the shop and you're grounded today."

"What?" Kurt squeaked.

"You heard me," Burt said, "Now today you are to remain in this house." He grabbed Kurt's phone and car keys off the hook, "I'll see you later when I get home."

Kurt couldn't believe his father right now. He left Kurt alone with nothing to do. "Great," he groaned as he walked into the living room and flopped into the couch. This really wasn't how he planned on spending his Saturday.

About an hour later he went into the kitchen looking for food. He wondered how the Glee club was doing and then shook his head no. He had to stop thinking about him, not him them!

"ARGH!" Kurt yelled slamming the fridge door closed. "Why?" he yelled, "WHY!"

Kurt fell to the floor and pulled his hair, "Why?" he kept asking himself. He didn't know why he felt like this. His heart felt like it was pulling at something he couldn't have, he could never have.

Things would never change and Kurt would always be stuck here in Lima while Blaine went off to do wonderful things. He would meet the handsomest guys and fall in love with him.

Blaine didn't need Kurt and Kurt didn't need him. Kurt could have any guy he wanted. Hell he had Bobby chasing after him at prom. He didn't know what was wrong with his head right now.

Kurt groaned as he slammed the back of his head on the refrigerator, "What am I doing?" He stood up and walked to the front door. Grabbing the mail that was sitting on the ground, he threw it on the counter and then something caught his eye.

The envelope was dark blue and as Kurt pulled it out from underneath the pile of mail, he noticed no return address or address at all, just his name in a loopy handwriting that he had seen only a few times before.

Kurt wondered if he should open the letter. But then his curiosity got the better of him and he grabbed the letter opener carefully tearing the top of the envelope. He took the handwritten letter out, unfolding it gently and started reading it.

Dear Kurt,

Right now I am writing this while Rachel is sleeping next to me and I should be sleeping too since we have Nationals tomorrow.

But I can't sleep. I can't sleep because every time I close my eyes your eyes are staring back at me. I've tried to forget about you and Rachel has tried to help, but I still can't.

I understand you will never feel the same as I do, but I felt like I had to say something or write. I've always been better at writing how I feel. So I'm writing the words out to you.

I love you Kurt Hummel.

I sometimes hate myself for feelings this way since you won't ever say the words back, but I had to tell you. My chest just hurts when I look at you and I won't ever forget you.

I just needed to let you know. Right now I'm singing a song for you. I hope you find someone who loves you and you love them back because I know you have love in your heart to give.

That's all I wanted to say, so goodbye Kurt. Good luck and goodbye.

Love, Blaine

Kurt was shaking as he finished the letter. He felt the tears falling down his face and his heart breaking. "Goodbye?" he found himself saying, "I don't want to say goodbye."

Kurt gripped the letter and pulled hit to his chest, "I...I...no." He ran over to the key hook and realized that he forgot his dad had taken his keys. "No!" he shouted as he pounded his fist and then he looked down and there was his keys and phone with a post-it note reading Good luck in his father's handwriting.

"Thank you Dad," Kurt smiled as he grabbed his keys and phone, running out the door.