"Blaine Anderson," said his AP Physic's teacher, Mr. Phalls, from his desk.

The entire class was quietly working on the homework he assigned just minutes ago after he taught them a lesson. Blaine looked up from his text book and saw Kurt staring at him with a hand on his hip.

"Let's go," Mr. Phalls said holding a pass.

Blaine stood up and took the pass. He followed Kurt out the door and they were walking until he stopped suddenly, making Blaine run into him. "Pay attention," Kurt said brushing off his uniform.

"Sorry," Blaine said quietly as he looked at the pass wondering where it had come from.

"Coach Sylvester gives us those," Kurt said taking the pass out of Blaine's hand, "Now, we need to talk about his project."

"Right," Blaine nodded.

"I'm free today, how about you?" Kurt asked him.

Blaine shrugged, "I have Glee until around four fifteen, but I'm free after that."

"Good, we'll meet at the Lima Bean at four thirty," Kurt turned around and walked away, "Don't be late," he said as turned the corner.

Blaine looked up at the clock, "Crap," he noticed there was only five minutes left of class. He ran to class and Mike was staring at him. Giving his head a shake, he sat back down in his seat to look at the homework again.

During Glee everyone started asking him questions as to why Cheerio Kurt had taken him out of class. They all knew the pair was doing a project together, but that didn't seem to matter to them. Most of them thought there were ulterior motives involved.

"We were just talking about our project," Blaine said to Sam who was now asking him if he needed any advice on dating, which confused Blaine because he hasn't been able to keep either girlfriends he has had.

"Sure you were," Sam clapped him on the back, "Just call me if you need anything."

Blaine rolled his eyes as he made his way over to his things. He pulled his messenger bag over his shoulder and then the three cheerleaders were now surrounding him. "Look we know exactly what you are doing," Quinn said.

"Yeah," Brittany nodded, "Lord Tubbington is good at predicting the future."

Blaine looked at Brittany confused, "What? Kurt is the one who asked me to work on the project. I swear."

"Sure you do," Santana said with a nod.

Blaine stared at her, "Right, because I lie. You would totally know all about that Tana," he grinned.

Santana's face fell, "Come on, we should go or we'll be late."

"Late for what?" Quinn asked her.

"Let's go," Santana grabbed their arms and pulled them along.

Blaine smiled to himself as he walked out of the school and to his car. He knew teasing Santana like that was something he shouldn't have done, but she was asking for it.

Driving to the Lima Bean in under fifteen minutes didn't go as Blaine planned, he was only about four minutes late when he walked in finding Kurt sitting at one of the tables. He was about to apologize when Kurt held up one hand.

"You're late," Kurt sighed, "I'm over it, sit down, we need to get started."

"Good idea," Blaine nodded and he sat down across from Kurt, "Do you mind if I get something?"

Kurt waved his hand without looking up from his phone, "Go."

Blaine walked over and got in line behind an older woman. He finally looked over at Kurt and took in his posture. Kurt wasn't sitting like he usually did, back straight and shoulders even. He was sort of slouched and looking angry at his phone.

After ordering his coffee and paying for it, Blaine walked back over, "I know it's not really my place to ask, but are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Kurt grunted, "Why would I not be okay?"

"You just seem like you're not happy," Blaine shrugged.

Kurt sat up straighter, "Probably because I'm here working on this stupid project with someone I would never even think about going out in public with. Does that sound like someone who is happy?"

Blaine's eyes widened, "Well that was rude," he said simply.

Kurt stared at him, he was about to open his mouth and say something else, but stopped. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"But you did," Blaine said.

Kurt noticed even though he was mean to Blaine, he wasn't moving. He was just staring at him. "Aren't you going to stomp out now?"

"Well obviously you didn't really mean that entire sentence," Blaine explained, "And if I did leave, where would that leave us on the project? Neither one of us would have any clue if I walked out that door. Should I do that? I suppose I still could, but then if I did where would I go? I could possibly go home, but I told my parents I would be late. I suppose I could lie and just say you didn't show up, but I've probably used that excuse way to many times to count now. Or we could just ignore the whole thing blaming it on your way of focusing your anger on someone else. What do you think we should do?"

Kurt was staring at Blaine, did he really just say all of that. He shook his head, "Fine, I'm sorry. Let's just forget it happened. We need to talk about how Hamlet's relationship with Ophelia was damaging to both of them."

Blaine let out a laugh, "That shouldn't be difficult then."

They worked for about an hour or two, just talking about the book and the project. Blaine finally closed his laptop, "Think we should call it a day?"

Kurt shrugged, "If you want to leave that's fine, I'll stick around here."

Blaine looked at Kurt puzzled. Kurt usually left the first chance he got, but now he is just sitting there. Blaine stood up, but then sat back down, "You know, I know we aren't friends�""

"No we aren't," Kurt shook his head.

"But if something is bothering you," Blaine said, "I mean...if you want to talk about it, I would listen."

Kurt looked up at Blaine, "And why do you think I would do that?"

"Because everyone needs somebody to listen them," Blaine shrugged, "Even if they are an annoying cheerleader."

Kurt finally gave a small smile, and looked down at the book in his hands. He set it down and let his fingers play with the pen he was holding on to. "It's my dad."

"Oh," Blaine said surprised, "What about your dad?"

"He...well, I don't know if you heard, but my dad had a heart attack about half a year ago and he was in a coma for over a week," Kurt said quietly, "I thought I was going to lose my dad. I lost my mom when I was younger, but I don't think I could take losing another parent."

Blaine looked at Kurt, "I'm sorry all of that happened."

"Its fine," Kurt shrugged, "It's over now. He is fine and healthy, even though he refuses to eat half the food I give him."

"You take care of him on your own?" Blaine asked.

Kurt nodded, "I did, when he was really sick I made his food. I always worried about him while I was at school. I would leave practices early, Coach Sue didn't like that, but I didn't care. I needed my dad to get better, he had too."

Blaine looked down and then back up at Kurt, "I'm confused, is he not doing well now or is something else wrong?"

Kurt groaned, "He's fine. He is actually better then fine," he said, "He has a girlfriend now."

"Well that's something," Blaine said, not sure how to respond.

"Yeah, it's something," Kurt sighed, "I just...he never had an interest in anyone, but all of a sudden this woman walks into the shop and he is going all goo-goo eyes over her. And I know what you're about to say, how I should be happy for my dad and how I should be supporting him."

"Actually I wasn't," Blaine shifted in his seat.

Kurt looked over at Blaine, "Then what were you going to say?"

"That I have a feeling, we are more alike then you think," Blaine gave him a smile, "I guess your dad has been a bit absent lately, leaving you home alone."

"That's not what bothers me," Kurt slammed a fist on the table. Some of the people in the shop turned to stare at them, "You don't understand and don't try too. No one can. This was a stupid idea. God," he picked up his things, "How in the world did I think I could talk to you."

"You're doing that rude thing again," Blaine said not moving from his seat.

"Well I'm glad," Kurt tossed his bag over his shoulder, "We only have one more weekend until this stupid project is finished and then I'm never talking to you again," he walked past Blaine and out the door.

Blaine sat staring down at his hands, he didn't want to admit it, but he felt the tear fall down his cheek. Wiping it away quickly, he stood up and ran out to his car. Blasting the music on the radio on the way home, he just wanted to forget.

He wanted to forget ever thinking why he could be friends with Kurt. He wanted to forget the idea they would even get along. He wanted to forget the first time he ever saw Kurt and started to fall for him.

"Hey Blaine," Mike ran up to him, "Dude, I heard...wow, you look awful. You okay?"

"Fine," Blaine grunted, "What do you want?"

"The notes from last week," Mike handed him his notebook, "I'm finished with them."

"Thanks," Blaine grabbed the notebook and threw it in his locker, slamming it shut, "I'll see you later."

Mike gave a short nod and took off, not wanting to know why Blaine was in a bad mood. Tina always told him that he should be careful what he says if Blaine is in a mood. Walking away quickly, he sent a quick text to let everyone else know in Glee.

Rachel bounced happily over to the table they sit at for lunch, "Guess what?"

"What?" Blaine grunted.

"I have our entire weekend planned," Rachel took out her planner, "See!"

"I can't go," Blaine pushed it away, "My parents text me and said we are doing something this weekend."

"Really?" Rachel sat down disappointed, "Can't you get out of it?"

Blaine turned and looked at her, "What? I barely see my parents as it is. And if they say we are doing something this weekend, then I am expected to drop everything and I'll be happy to do it."

Rachel looked at her friend, "First of all, you don't have to take that tone with me," she shuffled her papers together, "Second, fine if you don't want to come then don't let me bother you," she stood up and walked off.

Blaine groaned as his head hit the table. He finally stood up and walked slowly past the library. Somehow ending up at the bleachers outside, he let his head fall into his hands.

"Never thought I would see you here."

Blaine looked up and saw Puck lounging on the bleachers. He was playing with some sort of paper airplane. "What are you doing here?"

Puck gave a shrug as he threw the paper airplane, "Sometimes the cheerleaders come out and practice or I just like to practice my airplane making skills."

Blaine just rolled his eyes, "How exciting."

"Well," Puck sat up as he started folding another paper airplane, "Care to explain why you are out here?"

"I don't know," Blaine shrugged, "Away from everyone I suppose."

Puck nods his head slowly, "I know that feeling." He watched as Blaine reached up and rubbed a hand on the hair not ruining the gel he puts in it. "I take it this has something to do with Hummel?"

Blaine quickly looked over at Puck, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm not stupid," Puck laughed, "I know what he did last weekend at Santana's party."

"He didn't do anything," Blaine said.

"Sure he didn't," Puck said as he threw another airplane, "Same way you don't watch him and don't even deny it. I am quite a looker myself, course I imagine we are looking at different parts."

Blaine blushed, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Course I do," Puck said as he looked around realizing he used his last piece of paper, "Not like there is much you can do about it. I mean he is the only other gay kid at the school."

That comment made Blaine angry, "Why is it just because we are the only two gay guys at this school have anything to do with it? I mean we could possibly have friends not at this school. Just because we walk around proud of who we are doesn't mean we should hook up!"

Puck smiled, "Really? Interesting."

"What?"

"Didn't realize you liked him that much," Puck grinned.

"I do not!" Blaine stood up, "He is an annoying asshole who doesn't understand the concept of having real friends. I personally never want to see his smug face again after we finish this project."

Puck stood up and dusted his hands off, "Whatever you say dude," he started to walk away, "Oh and just so you know I think you should give it a shot."

Blaine watched as Puck walk away. Now what in the hell did he mean by that? Give Kurt a chance? A chance at what? He shook his head and realized he should probably apologize to Rachel before Glee otherwise it would be extremely uncomfortable.

"Now was that so hard?" Rachel asked standing at her locker.

"Can we please not make a big deal out of it," Blaine said as his head hit the locker, "I just can't believe he did it." He couldn't take it anymore and spilled everything to Rachel, telling her all about the phone call and conversation at the Lima Bean. He had to admit he did feel better afterward.

Rachel closed her locker, "Look Blaine, I know you've had a crush on him since forever ago, but he's not..."

"Interested," Blaine sighed, "I know. I just...why can't I find someone? I mean everyone seems to be able to find somebody, but I just sit here and I'm alone."

"You're not alone," Rachel said grabbing his arm, "I mean, I know you are only one of the two guys at the school who prefer guys, but you are not alone mister."

Blaine gave a shrug, "I don't think I'm going to go to prom."

"You have to," Rachel pleaded, "How about you make a decision after our trip today."

"Trip?" Blaine asked her.

"Yep," Rachel nodded with a smile, "We are skipping Glee and taking a trip to your old school."

"Dalton?" Blaine asked confused.

"That's the one," Rachel beamed.

Blaine stared at her, "Why?"

"Because you need to remember that you are not alone and maybe there is a cute Warbler you can ask to prom," Rachel grinned.

Blaine laughed, "While that's a wonderful idea Rachel, I doubt any of them will even remember me."

"They will," Rachel reached down to grab his hand, "We should leave now, we have a drive ahead of us."

"You are a wonderful friend Rachel Berry," Blaine smiled as they started to walk down the hall.

"You as well Blaine Anderson," she smiled pulling him along, "Now let's go find those blazer clad boys, I know they are going to be handsome."

"Does this mean we should get the guys of Glee all in blazers?" Blaine teased.

Rachel laughed, "That would be a sight wouldn't it?"