Kurt rolled over in his bed. It had already been a week since he learned that Blaine was supposedly dating that guy and it wasn't bothering him, but for some reason he couldn't help but think about it. He had the worst times falling asleep thinking about it. He could feel a headache and his stomach was tied in knots.

There was a knock on his door, "Kiddo, are you awake?"

Kurt groaned as he looked up at his dad, "I feel like crap."

"You look like it," Burt said with a laugh, earning him a glare from his son. He reached over and put a hand on Kurt's forehead. "You aren't going to school today."

"What?" Kurt shot up, "I'm fine. I swear. I'm faking."

Burt watched as Kurt ran around his room, but slowly he was realizing his energy wasn't going to last him and he fell on the floor. "Son, you realize everyone deserves a day off every now and then."

"I can't miss today," Kurt said, "Coach Sylvester is going to give out placements for our routine. I can't miss."

Burt set a hand on Kurt's shoulder, "You are not going to school when you can hardly walk around your room."

Kurt groaned, "But Dad."

"I think you are the only kid who is complaining he wants to go to school," Burt laughed. "Come on back to bed." He helped Kurt get back into bed. "I'll call your school and tell them you can't make today. And I'll tell Carole to stop after her shift."

"Don't bother," Kurt said pulling his comforter over his head.

Burt huffed, "I'll be back earlier today alright?"

Kurt just groaned from underneath the blankets. He didn't need anyone to help him. He just needed sleep.

Burt left soon after leaving some crackers, ibuprofen, and water by his bed and promising to come home early with Carole checking on him mid day.

Kurt fell back asleep and only woke up when he the faint sound of footsteps of someone walking around his room. He willed his eyes to not wake up, but he was hungry and his headache had come back.

"How are you feeling honey?"

Kurt lifted his blanket, "Fine."

Carole reached over and felt Kurt's forehead, "You're burning up. How about you get out from under those covers for awhile?"

Slowly sitting up, Kurt groaned as his head felt like someone was pounding it with a hammer. He felt like all he wanted to do was sleep for another ten hours.

Carole handed him a glass of water and more medicine for him. "Think you can handle some food?"

Kurt shrugged as he drank down the water washing the medicine down his throat. "I don't know."

"How about some soup?" Carole asked him.

"I guess so," Kurt shrugged again.

"Wonderful," Carole smiled at him, "I'll go downstairs and heat some up for you. Do you want anything else?"

"Nah," Kurt shook his head. Carole left the room and he groaned. Why does she have to be so nice? Why did his dad even start dating her?

Blaine was sitting in his English class and looked around realizing Kurt wasn't here today. They were getting the grades from their projects back today.

"Settle down class," Mr. DeAngelos said, "I am going to pass out your grades at the end of the class and you can see me if you have any questions."

The entire class groaned, but listened as they were starting another unit. The teacher passed out the new book they were about to begin for their final project. It was a short novel untitled My Life. It was suppose to help the seniors who were in the class with the transition of graduating high school and moving onto to college.

Blaine sighed as he started to skim the book and realized this was probably going to be one of the most boring assignments he had ever done.

"And here are your grades," Mr. DeAngelos walked around passing them out. He walked over to Blaine, "Oh Blaine, since Kurt isn't here today and I know you two did your project together. Would you mind giving him his book?"

"Sure," Blaine said giving a nod.

"Thank you," Mr. DeAngelos said handing him an extra book and packet explaining the project. "Just tell him to read the first two chapters." He handed him their project as well.

Blaine heard the bell ring and started walking down the hallway. He looked at the grade they had received and it read 98%. He was surprised himself and seeing that they lost points on something to do with the font on the presentation.

As he was walking to Glee, Blaine realized he had no clue where Kurt lived. Sure Kurt came over to his house, but he had no idea where Kurt lived. He decided to just give it to Santana or Brittany and they would give it to him.

"No can do Short Pants," Santana smiled at him.

Quinn nodded, "We have practice after Glee tonight and he is an idiot for not coming to school today."

Blaine groaned, "Well how am I supposed to give this to him?"

Brittany giggled. Santana grabbed Blaine's hand and started writing something on his hand, "There."

Blaine looked down at the small numbers and the name of a street, "What's this?"

"Have a seat Hobbit and just think about it," Santana rolled her eyes at him.

Blaine sat down in a chair next to Rachel and looked down at the numbers and words realizing Santana had just given him Kurt's address. It read 415 Whitman Avenue. "Oh," Blaine found himself saying out loud.

Rachel turned to him, "So what's going on with you and Sebastian lately?"

Blaine shrugged, "We went out for coffee a few days ago, but I don't know. He seems kind of forward."

"I see," Rachel nodded, "Were you going to ask him to prom?"

"Maybe," Blaine shrugged again.

Rachel reached over and patted him on the shoulder, "I know he may not be the one Blaine, but that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun at prom?"

"I guess," Blaine said with a nod.

Mr. Schuester came in and started going on about Nationals. Blaine couldn't sit still through out the entire period, and he didn't know why. Sure he was going to drop off something at Kurt's house, but it wasn't a big deal.

After they were dismissed Rachel wrapped an arm around Blaine's, "Want to watch a movie tonight?"

"I can't," Blaine said shaking his head, "I need to drop off something at Kurt's house and then start working on this Spanish homework."

"Kurt's house?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah, our teacher asked me too," Blaine explained, "And I asked one of the girls to do it, but they have extra practice. So I suppose I'll just stop by."

"And that's all your doing?" Rachel asked him.

"Of course it is," Blaine said to her, "What else could I be doing there?"

"Exactly," Rachel said looking at him from the side.

Blaine groaned, "Look Rachel nothing is going to happen. Nothing is going to ever happen. He is never going to be interested in me and I'm moving on."

"I didn't say anything," Rachel smiled, "Besides I was referring to dropping off the rest of his homework."

"What?" Blaine asked.

Rachel handed him a stack of papers, "Quinn gave it to me and said you were stopping by to drop off something else so she figured to could just drop it all off."

Blaine took the papers, "Fine. I should get going."

"You should drop him off something else too," Rachel said.

Blaine stuffed all of his things in his bag, "Like what?"

"You had coffee with him once," Rachel shrugged, "Maybe you could drop off some coffee and something to go with it." And she walked off.

Blaine walked out of the school and figured Rachel was right. Maybe Kurt could use a bit of cheering up since he knew he was missing today at school and the extra Cheerio practice.

Stopping by the Lima Bean, Blaine got a simple coffee and some of the cookies he liked to give to Kurt. He put Kurt's address into the GPS system in his car and he started driving. He felt nervous for some reason, maybe it was because he and Kurt had the silent agreement of never talking to one another again, but he just figured he would drop off what he needed and leave.

Blaine swallowed as he walked up the stairs with Kurt's homework and treat in hand. He reached his hand up and knocked on the door.

The door opened and standing there was a taller man. He was wearing a baseball cap on his head and a flannel shirt with a few grease stains on it. "Hey, you a friend of Kurt's?" he asked looking at him.

Blaine gave a small nod and realized he should probably talk, "Yes...well sort of...no...yeah."

"Right," the man said leaning on the door frame, "Did you need something?"

"Oh, I have Kurt's homework," Blaine said, "And I brought him something because I figured since he wasn't feeling well then he would like a pick me up because I always like a pick me up when I'm sick. And I know his friends were busy with the extra Cheerio practice today and�""

"Alright slow down kid," he laughed, "I'm his dad, Burt."

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Blaine," Blaine said quietly, "So I guess here are his things."

"You can give it to him if you like," Burt said, "I'm just going to be in the kitchen if you want to head in into his room."

And Burt walked away. Blaine didn't think this far ahead. He carefully took a step into Kurt's house and looked around. It looked like any other house, not that he was expecting something crazy.

Blaine started walking into the house and saw that Kurt's room must be down the hall on the left, since the other way was the kitchen and dining room. He slowly walked down the hall and saw all of the pictures hanging up.

Suddenly stopping he spotted a picture of a younger looking Kurt hugging a woman who he looked like. She was beautiful and had a brilliant smile on her face.

Blaine looked to his right and saw a door opened ajar. He noticed a corkboard with blotches of red and white. He figured that must be Kurt's room so he walked over quietly and knocked softly.

"Just come in dad," Kurt's voice called out.

Blaine pushed open the door and found Kurt sitting in his bed reading a magazine wearing his pajamas. "Hi."

Kurt looked up, "Oh, what are you doing here?"

Blaine shuffled his feet, "Well see our English teacher asked me to bring you your homework. And we got our grades today so I figured I would give you that as well. And then Quinn was supposed to give you your other homework, but they found out I was going here, so I have that too. Then as I talking to Rachel, she mentioned maybe since you probably weren't doing well I could give you a pick me up, so I brought some coffee and few cookies from the Lima Bean."

"You do realize you talk a lot," Kurt said giving him a look, "But since you're here and you brought coffee I guess you can come in."

Blaine gave him a small smile as he walked over to Kurt's bed and handed him the coffee and cookies. He looked around unsure of where he should sit down.

"Just sit on the bed," Kurt said, "I'm not contagious, I think it was just a bad migraine is all."

"That's good," Blaine said as he gently sat on the bed, "So we got an A."

Kurt took the packet as he took a drink of the coffee. "He marked us down on font size?" he tossed it on the table next to him, "Figures I get paired with the smartest kid in class and he still finds a way to bring our grade down."

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked him.

"Mr. DeAngelos doesn't like the Cheerios," Kurt shrugged, "He always finds a way to make us down on something. I've never gotten an A in his class before though."

"Why doesn't he like the Cheerios?" Blaine found himself asking out loud.

"We don't know. We tried to report him, but it doesn't matter," Kurt said, "I mean isn't like I'm failing."

"That still isn't right," Blaine said.

Kurt took a cookie out of the bag and started to break off small pieces eating them, "You don't have to be so nice to me you know."

Blaine looked at Kurt, "I wanted too, besides Santana is the one who gave me your address. Was it important the extra practice today?"

"I guess," Kurt shrugged, "We were getting our placements for our routine for Nationals."

"Oh wow," Blaine said, "That's...erm...will you still get a spot?"

"Who knows now," Kurt said now starting on his second cookie. "If Coach Sylvester is willing she may give me a chance to bump someone back. It would probably be like something in your Glee club."

"Yeah I suppose," Blaine nodded, "If anyone cared enough."

"What does that mean?" Kurt asked him.

Blaine gave a shrug, "I just get all this crap about not wanting to sing in front of everyone, but Mr. Schuester is nice enough to let me in. I just do my assignments in front of just him."

"Why is that?"

"I guess I'm just afraid."

Kurt didn't realize that Blaine was probably right a couple of weeks ago. Maybe they are more similar than he thought. "I don't like that my dad is dating," he confessed.

Blaine looked up, "Why not?"

"He's always gone now," Kurt said pulling his knees to his chest, "And I just feel like if this keeps up and I'm off to college or whatever in less than two years he will just forget about me."

Blaine laughed, "I doubt your dad would ever forget you. My parents on the other hand have pretty much already forgotten about me."

Kurt stared at Blaine, "How can you say that?"

"Because they have," Blaine shrugged, "You know those weekends you came over and they were gone?" Kurt gave a nod. "They were away on business or vacation," he explained, "My parents aren't supportive of me. I mean they aren't going to come out and say they aren't. But I know from the looks. I thought maybe going to school to become a lawyer would help, but I just want to go to New York for music."

"You do?" Kurt asked picking his head up.

Blaine clamped a hand over his mouth and lowered it slowly, "I can not believe I just said that. I haven't even told Rachel that."

Kurt laughed, "You did. Why don't you then?"

"I don't know," Blaine sighed as he played with the corner of Kurt's bedspread, "I guess in the scheme of things I just should. I would be happier in the long run."

"You would," Kurt nodded, "I was actually thinking of planning on going to New York as well."

"You want to go to New York?" Blaine asked surprised.

"Where else would I go than the fashion city of America?" Kurt said with a laugh, "I mean I know going out there is a huge risk, but I'm willing to take it."

Blaine looked down, he was surprised about how willing Kurt was to do something he always wanted, but here he sat afraid to even tell his parents he wanted to go into music.

Kurt reached out and touched Blaine's arm, "I know we aren't...well, I just wanted you to know that I think you should tell your parents. They may surprise you."

"Maybe," Blaine shrugged his shoulders, "And I think you should give your dad time. I know this dating thing is new to you, but it's also new to him I imagine."

"I guess you're right," Kurt nodded his head. "Sort of strange I guess."

"What is?" Blaine looked over at him.

"Us talking right now," Kurt laughed as he shook his head, "I guess in the end we will always just end up acting somewhat civil towards one another."

There was a knock on the open door, "Hey Blaine you staying for dinner?"

Kurt sent his dad a look. Blaine didn't see it, but he knew Kurt wouldn't want him over, "Actually I should get going." He turned around, "Make sure to read the first two chapters if you're feeling up to it."

"Great thanks," Kurt said giving him a wave.

"I'll see myself out," Blaine said giving Burt a smile, "It was nice meeting you." And he left Kurt's room and then the front door closed.

Burt walked into Kurt's room, "I suppose you won't tell me about him?"

"He's the dweeb I did that project with," Kurt crossed his arms over his chest, "Don't get any funny ideas."

"No funny ideas here," Burt smiled, "But he did seem awful nervous about dropping by."

"We aren't exactly friends," Kurt said as he started to look through the homework Blaine had brought, "I guess he didn't know how I would react."

"He also seems nice." Burt shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the room.

"I know that's code for something," Kurt yelled from his spot on the bed. "Nothing is going on between Blaine and me."