[Cue the Glee voiceover guy] - So here's what you missed on Glee! Rachel decided to have a party with alcohol because she wanted experience for her song writing and got everyone really drunk and then Blaine and Kurt showed up and they all played Spin The Bottle and Blaine liked it! So Blaine thought he wasn't gay anymore and went out with Rachel but said some really mean stuff to Kurt and Kurt left crying and made new friends. Meanwhile, Blaine realized he's 100% gay and really likes Kurt but Kurt thinks Blaine doesn't like him... Like THAT. Uh-oh! So Blaine and Kurt are both trying to just be friends and Kurt wants to get over Blaine. And that's what you missed, on GLEE!

Kurt slowly made his way into the senior commons, sat down, settled his stuff and looked up at Jeff, blue eyes piercing into his blonde friend.

"Jeff. I need your help." Kurt's eyes started to water a little and his chin quivered. Jeff immediately pulled up a chair in front of the brunette and held Kurt's hands tightly.

"Kurt, what's wrong? Did something happened? What's going on with Blaine? I thought you two had-?" Jeff started rambling, nervous as to what was bring his strong friend near to tears.

"No! No, I mean, I'm fine. Blaine didn't do anything, it's just... ugh." Kurt dropped his head onto the table and covered his hair with his hands. Jeff, worried and concerned, shook his shoulders frivolously. Not 5 minutes ago, Kurt had charged in, full of determination and drive. Now, he'd suddenly lost all his vigor. Jeff watched Kurt raise his head and slump back into his chair, defeated.

"What's 'ugh', Kurt?" Jeff tried. Kurt have a half-hearted smile at his friend's words.

"It's just... I KNOW that he doesn't like me... at least not like THAT. He made it clear that he wants to stay friends and stuff, but I keep reading into things and I thought I was over him, but I just like him so much! I get butterflies whenever he smiles at me and when he gets that look in his eyes, I can't help it!" Kurt threw his hands up in exasperation. "I just melt! He's so amazing... He's funny, talented,sinfullyattractive, smart and witty and flirty and... I could go on forever! What am I supposed to do? I want to stay friends with him, I really do! But every time he does somethingoh-so-adorably-BLAINE-LIKE, I seriously just fall deeper and deeper. I'm smitten, Jeff. I just, I lo- I mean, I like him so much." Kurt looked up at Jeff, the pain evident on his face.

"Kurt. I need you to be totally honest. Do you love him?"

"What? I don't- I mean... I just- How is that even relevant?" Kurt groaned, clearly irked by this suggestion.

"I mean, the way you talk about him... I think you might be in love with him." Jeff said slowly. Kurt's eyes grew wide and he leapt up from his seat.

"NO. I like Blaine. It's just a silly crush, I can get over it! I just need... I don't know what I need. I want to keep him as a friend. The LAST thing I could possibly want is to make him uncomfortable. I don't want to, like... harass him or bully him or anything." Kurt finished in a whisper.

"No no no no no. NO. Kurt, you are nothing like the people Blaine compared you to. Didn't he apologize? Didn't he SAY that he was sorry and WRONG to say that?" Kurt nodded, but still looked unconvinced.

"Jeff, think about it. What if I'm like, subconsciously predatory or something? Even Finn said it! And think about Sam, the same thing kind of happened with him! I just don't know anymore..." Kurt looked down at his hands. Jeff grew steadily angrier at their lead singer and immediately made it a priority to corner the curly-haired hobbit and give him a piece of his mind.

"Kurt, I don't feel that way around you. Neither does Trent or Thad or Wes or David and I could go on! Finn was being dumb, as always and did Sam ever actually SAY that you made him uncomfortable? From what you told me, Sam was fine with it and he was totally cool with you! Blaine was being an inconsiderate ass, don't pay him any attention, okay? Kurt, you're TOO GOOD for Blaine. And about his flirtatious behavior?" Kurt opened his mouth to say something, but Jeff continued, cutting him off. "Kurt, I thought he liked you too! Hell, I thought you guys were together the minute I saw him singing to you that day you were caught 'spying'! He's really confusing and I don't blame you! He acts different around you,everyonethinks you guys are together.EVERYONE.Trust me when I say that most of the Warbler gossip is about, 'oh my god! It's Kurt and Blaine!' or 'hey guys! I just saw a Klaine moment!'"

"Klaine?" Kurt interrupted, confused.

"It's this couple nickname we put together. Do you honestly think I made that up on the spot? EVERYONE ships you guys. Blaine's an ass, come on. Let's finish off this French homework, get coffee and fix your broken heart. Not necessarily in that order." Jeff grinned.

"Okay, good. Let's get coffee first and you can tell me about yourdatewith Nick Warbler..."

Kurt and Jeff left the room, unaware of a small bug recording their every word.

Earlier that week at McKinley High...

"Okay! That's a wrap! To be honest, you girls bore me to death. I should have you know that your droopy and lazy behinds are the equivalent of a sixty year old Caucasian lady after giving birth. You totally and completely butchered one of my all-time favorite Lady Gaga tunes, while effectively missing the point of absolutely everything. I must say, I am thoroughly disappointed and my right breast twitches with pure, unbridled rage. Now GET OUT OF MY GYM!" Sue Sylvester's voice boomed throughout the gym while she watched her sweaty Cheerios scurry out of the gym.

Sighing, Sue wondered how to spike up the performance to what it used to be. She opened her journal and took out her favorite pen and began to write.

Dear Journal,

I am appalled by the Cheerios. They act like they're working hard but the end result is bland and boring and looks as greasy as Will Schuester's hair. I remember the days when I could walk these halls with my head held high. I'd get so many interviews and I was featured on so many television shows... but for what? For it to all be taken away from me? The last time I was featured on a program was when Porcelain had sung in French for 14 minutes straight. Porcelain, the teenage gay. He was such a wonderful addition to the team. I wonder if he could be my ticket back to the top. I need Porcelain back on the team... but how? I couldn't possibly make him come back, especially with the undeveloped and dim-witted imbeciles at this school. At times, I begin to believe that Brittany with her dolphin-logic may be the most intelligent person at this school. Of course, with the exception of me. Journal, I have decided that Porcelain is key to my reign at McKinley. But how to get him back? Journal, I, Sue Sylvester, am on a mission, to recruit one teen gay.

Sue sat back and admired her handiwork. Now, if only she cold figure out how to get Porcelain back. She also wondered if she could just get him on the team, instead of back at the school. That would save them both a lot of trouble, Porcelain especially. She decided to start by gathering information, as usual.

"Sandbags!" Sue hollered.

"Coach.." Santana entered the office grouchily. Whether it was about the nickname or the lack of appreciation for their cheer routine, Sue didn't know or care. Neither was going to change any time soon.

"I need you to bug Dalton Academy." Sue pushed a box filled with at least ten listening devices towards Santana. "Can you do it? I'm willing to offer moving you to the top of the pyramid in exchange for absolute confidentiality and the promise that it will be done by the end of this week." Sue crooked an eyebrow while she watched Santana consider her options. Not that she had much of an option to begin with.

"Well Coach," an easy grin slid into place on Santana's face. "Top of the pyramidandhead cheerleader? I'd say you'd have a deal." Sue scoffed. She could easily replace Santana with Porcelain as head Cheerio when he got here. But until then, Sandbags would have to suffice. She nodded at the Latina girl.

"Fine. You got yourself a deal. Now get out of here before I change my mind and set your boobs on fire." Sue chuckled as the girl fled the office.

Sue Sylvester was back in business.

Santana found it surprisingly easy to get in and out of Dalton Academy. There were literallyno teachers.Like, none. Santana roamed the halls during the morning classes, a pass from Coach Sue tucked away in her jacket. After some clever eavesdropping and brief inquiry from a stoned kid under the stairwell, Santana decided on the three best places to place her bugs: the choir room, under the stairs and the senior commons.

Santana easily slipped in and out, unnoticed by students and the (seemingly nonexistent) teachers.

Mission accomplished.

Santana Lopez was now at the top of the pyramid (literally).

Blaine paced around the room anxiously. Kurt was so distant when they'd met up for coffee. Did that mean something? Was Kurt super mad at him? Did Kurt have a boyfriend? Kurt said that they were still best friends, but he'd left so quickly and didn't even give him a hug goodbye. In fact, Kurt had been pretty wary of physical contact the entire time. Blaine ran his fingers through his already unkempt hair and checked his phone again. Nope, nothing from Kurt...

"Blaine, if you keep on pacing like that, you'll tear a hole in the floor." Wes waltzed into his dorm, followed by David.

"And wouldn't that suck. I mean, isn't your room above the game room? That would be pertty awkward, I think.." David finished.

Blaine flopped on his bed, defeated.

"I just don't get it. Wes, YOU told me it was a good idea to give Kurt a little space. I mean, come on, after all he'd been through, it was best not to push him or anything. But still! Has enough time passed? Can I make a move? I mean, I'm sick of trying to hold back around him. I-"

"Not that you're doing a very good job of it." David interrupted. At Blaine's confused face, he continued. "At holding back around Kurt. You suck at it. You guys act so coupley all the time, most of the Warblers think you guys are already together. The rest are placing bets on who's going to ask who and when it's going to happen. Just a news flash."

"Oh, and if you're going to make a move, do it before break, please!" Wes broke in. At the incredulous looks from his friends, he held up his hands in defense. "Hey, I needed some extra cash for the holidays. What's a guy to do?"

"Wesley Montgomery Lee, your family is one of the most prestigious medical families in Westerville!" David raised an eyebrow.

"Okay fine, I wanted it. It's easy, fast cash. And it's only $30.. not like it really matters..." Wes answered nonchalantly.

Blaine shook his head and sent another agitated look to his friends.

"You guys, seriously. Not helping. Here I am, pining after the guy I've liked for god knows how long and he's friend-zoning me like he can't imagine being with me and he just might have a boyfriend! I'm alre-" Blaine explained before David cut him off.

"Kurt has a new boyfriend? What? When did this happen?" David and Wes traded a look somewhere between amused, shocked and dreadful.

"I don't know. I'm not sure. I'm not even sure it's true. But I saw him out a bunch of times with that guy, Jeff. He's a Warbler.." Blaine trailed off, slightly pissed off now. What did that blondie have that Blaine didn't? Was Kurt just into blondes? Did Blaine even stand a chance?

Wes and David broke out laughing and Blaine looked up angrily.

"You guys aren't helping! What if Kurt's moved on or something? I mean, he told me he liked me! Maybe I should've just made a move then! Instead, I screwedeverythingup!" Blaine groaned once again.

"Blaine, first off, no. Jeff is most certainlynotKurt's new guy interest. If he was, then he'd be cheating on Kurt because he went out with Nick for coffee earlier. Wes and I ran into them. Also, why did you pull that stunt with Jeremiah?" David asked.

"I don't know. I wasn't thinking. I was just so... frustrated with Kurt and I didn't want to scare him or anything. I still didn't know how he felt about me and then I met this guy, Jeremiah. And I don't know... I guess I just wanted to... I don't know. Jeremiah was a mistake blown out of proportion. I made such a fool of myself. In front of Kurt too!" Blaine ran his hands through his already messy curls and hung his head in defeat.

"Blaine. You're an idiot, you know that right?" David asked incredulously.

"Ah- I know... I just-" Blaine stated before Wes broke in.

"Wait, Kurt just basically confessed to you after that, right? Why didn't you make your move then?"

"I don't even know. I was so nervous... I didn't want to mess up what we had. What if he was mad or something? Wouldn't it be weird saying that? 'Oh, by the way I actually like you but I had this crazy impulse to, I don't know, make you jealous or something and I don't think it worked because you're such an amazing friend you actually supported me!' I don't know. I panicked! I feel like a loser... I tell Kurt to have courage everyday... but I don't have enough courage to even ask him out. Properly, I mean..." Blaine rolled over on his bed and buried his head in his pillow. "I - lo-m." he muttered.

"What was that?" David and Wes looked at each other. Blaine lifted his head and stared at them both.

"I think I love him. Like, really. I really want to ask him out or something... but I don't think he likes me. I'm not even sure he ever liked me. He didn't actually come right out and say that he liked me. Just that he thought the serenade was for him... He basically told me he was on to me... What if that was never his intention? Am I reading into things to much?" Blaine panicked and leapt up from his bed.

"No, not the pacing again!" Wes stood in front of Blaine and held his shoulders, forcing him to look into the other boy's eyes.

"Listen Blaine, at this point, I'm sure the universe ships Klaine. We're going to woo Kust and make him fall in love with you. Trust us."

"I hope you're right." Blaine hoped that this would work, because if it didn't he didn't know what he would do.