Blaine Anderson had quickly gotten over the initial shock that Kurt Hummel had a boyfriend. Kurt had taken him to lunch and asked Blaine about school, his likes and dislikes, if he had a favorite subject, a favorite teacher. Despite feeling left out the day before, Blaine couldn't help but realize that Glee club really was the answer to all of the above. Ever since the first audition, Blaine had been where he felt most at home.

"But really Blaine Anderson? Can you tell me one thing you like about your school besides the glee club?" Blaine started to answer, but Kurt held up a finger. "Watching football games does not count."

Blaine sighed and rest his face on his hands. "I don't know maybe math. I like math. I'm a year ahead of my grade and I like being kind of different" he paused momentarily and reconsidered. "I mean, being different for a reason I like."

Kurt nodded knowingly and picked his coffee up off of the table. "I know being gay in a public high school might seem like the end of the world, but I promise, it's not" Kurt then gave a cheesy wink and added, "It gets better."

Blaine laughed and shook his head. "You're so weird."

Kurt shrugged. "Debatable."

A voice from behind Blaine added, "I definitely disagree."

Kurt put down his coffee and smiled at something just behind Blaine's head. "How did you know I'd be here? I thought we said four at your house?"

Blaine turned and followed a tall, but not too tall guy with his eyes, dressed in a Dalton blazer, as he went and sat down next to Kurt, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.

"We did say four. It's 5:30."

Kurt looked at his watch suddenly and let out a tiny gasp. "Shit! I'm so sorry!"

The guy shrugged and kissed Kurt on the lips this time. "I forgive you."

Kurt smiled. "Thank goodness."

Blaine fidgeted awkwardly in his seat when Kurt finally turned his attention back to him.

"Sorry Blaine. This is Jacob. My boyfriend."

Jacob smiled and extended a hand towards Blaine. "Kurt told me about you. Sorry about that guy at your school. Bullies are the worst."

Blaine started paying attention at the hint of Karofsky. Kurt noticed Blaine's expression change. "Jacob, why don't you go get a coffee?"

"Mkay, be right back" Jacob gave Kurt's hand a squeeze and walked to the barista register.

Kurt watched him go and then turned to look back at Blaine. "What's wrong?"

Blaine paused, almost convincing himself not to say anything, but he blurted out, "You told him about Karofsky? Are you serious?"

"What's the problem? He's my boyfriend. I tell him everything."

"Kurt? I haven't even told my parents about him. I haven't told my best friend! I trusted you!"

Kurt looked a little hurt at Blaine's accusation. "Blaine, I didn't realize this was such a big deal…"

"A big deal? This is my life!"

"Okay, and I understand that, but I didn't know. And I'm sorry that I told Jacob but I just tell him everything without thinking."

Blaine was still flustered, but Kurt was right. He hadn't done anything wrong. "Yeah okay, I'm sorry."

Jacob had ordered his drink and was heading back to the table. "I'm going to leave, Kurt." Blaine said, picking up his bag and moving towards the door.

"Okay" Kurt said halfheartedly as Jacob sat down. "See you later."

Jacob turned to Kurt as Blaine left the coffee shop. "That kid's a little fidgety isn't he?"

Kurt watched him go and shook his head. "He's alright."

Blaine Anderson ignored that week's glee lesson as some girl named Holly whatever attempted to show them top 40s. Blaine didn't care. He couldn't get that stupid Dalton kid out of his head. Kurt Hummel and his lofty hair and fancy tailored blazer and his gorgeous gorgeous eyes and his stupid boyfriend Jacob. Blaine hated Jacob without any real cause except for the irrational justification that Jacob got in the way of Kurt and Blaine.

"Blaine?"

Blaine pulled his mind out of his thoughts and into the present as he saw Finn standing in front of him. "Yeah? What?"

Finn handed him an envelope. "Um- sorry about the other day. I wanted to invite you to my mom's wedding to apologize."

Blaine took the envelope and turned it over in his hands. "Your mom?"

"Yeah. She's marrying some guy. He actually has a kid my age and we're kinda close. I hope you can forgive us."

"Finn, really it's fine. I get that it can be awkward."

Finn nodded and walked back over to Rachel.

Mercedes sat down next to Blaine and gave her grunt of disapproval. Blaine turned to her and smiled, "Yes?"

"Where were you yesterday boy? The guys said you jumped ship and then no one saw you the rest of the day? Spill."

"Well they sent me over to Dalton, I did not bail and-"

"Dalton? What were you doing there?"

"Let me finish! They sent me to spy and so I did and-"

"And then you just disappeared?"

"Let. Me. FINISH. I met a guy."

Mercedes smiled. "A guy guy? Oooooh boy."

"A fantastic guy. A guy who lights up the room with a smile and a wink and whose eyes look like the ocean on a sunny day, whose voice could win national championships and any suitor's heart. I met the perfect guy."

Pause. "Gay?"

Blaine smiled. "Oh most definitely."

Mercedes squealed with delight. "Boy! What're you doing here? You oughta be getting yourself some man candy!"

Blaine frowned. "He's- um-"

"You just said he was perfect."

"He's taken."

Mercedes sighed and placed her hand on Blaine's shoulder. "Just your luck huh?"

Blaine sighed too and nodded. "Yeah."

Holly Holiday walked in and started singing "Forget You" and Blaine found that he couldn't. His favorite part of the day couldn't take his mind off of Kurt Hummel.

"Blaine! Come into the living room! Cooper's on the TV!"

Blaine lifted his head from his pillow momentarily, but at the mention of his older brother he placed his head back down.

His lethargy was getting to be just plain ridiculous. He had spent all day thinking about Kurt Hummel and that was the exact same amount of time that he had known Kurt Hummel. He hadn't spent this much time pining over someone since Finn or Sam. The real difference here was that Kurt was a possibility. Like Rachel had said, he would always be last with straight guys, but Kurt? At least they could connect.

Blaine's phone gave a buzz on the nightstand, and Blaine wanted to tell Mercedes to back off. They could shop another day. Blaine was having a crisis right now.

The phone buzzed again and this time Blaine picked it up.

Text: (Kurt) – Hey Blaine! What's up? You busy?

Blaine stared at the name on the screen and smiled.

Another buzz.

Text: (Kurt) – Don't make me come get you.

Blaine smiled wider and started typing when his phone buzzed again.

Text: (Kurt) – This is Jacob. He's very serious. We're in the car.

Blaine's smile faltered a little, but still, Kurt wanted to see him. Enough so that he had gotten into the car and started driving. And that was honestly enough for Blaine to consider today a success.

Text: (Blaine) – I'm nauseatingly bored in my home. Please come save me.

A few seconds. Buzz.

Text: (Kurt) – ONLY IF YOU LOVE LASER TAG.

Blaine smiled and texted back just a word.

Text: (Blaine) – Definitely.

Text: (Kurt) – Jacob again. Address? At this point it's just a mindless road rampage.

Blaine felt a little bit lost at the arcade because he was the only one there not a Dalton student. In fact, Blaine was pretty sure all of these guys were Warblers. But he felt a pat on his shoulder and turned to see Kurt standing next to him.

"I am placing a lot of trust in you bringing you here with your opponents and I hope it shows you that I believe in you enough that you might put a little of your faith back in me."

"What're you talking about?"

Kurt moved in front of Blaine. "I really am sorry I told Jacob about Karofsky. I didn't think you would mind, honestly. It won't happen again. I'll assume anything you tell me is confidential unless you say otherwise."

Blaine nodded and concurred, "Deal."

Jacob called over to Kurt and Blaine and Kurt gave a nod towards the arena. "Now let's go kick some ass."

Kurt was laying face down on his bed, his eyes glued to his phone screen, waiting for the cute, but small, kid from McKinley to text him back. Blaine reminded him a lot of himself from a few years back, but Blaine still hadn't figured out that there's a way to make everything better. Teach kind people tolerance and ignore bullies' intolerance until it comes to physical violence.

Kurt didn't want to tell Blaine, but he was furious when Karofsky shoved him. Not because it hurt or even because he was surprised, but because he remembered what it was like to go through that every day and realized Blaine still was.

"What're you doing?"

Kurt looked up from his phone and saw Jacob walk into his room.

"I didn't hear the door. How'd you get in?"

Jacob came over and sat down next to Kurt on the bed. "I ran into your dad outside and he said it was open." Pause. "Who're you texting?"

Kurt looked back down to his phone. "Blaine."

Jacob nodded slowly. "You're spending a lot of time with him aren't you?"

"To be fair you're spending basically the same amount of time. Other than our first coffee and laser tag we've gone to the mall twice and gotten coffee."

"You've only known him like a week."

Kurt shrugged. "Yeah, but he needs my help. I told you about that bully and I get the impression that his friends don't exactly know and to be frank, they don't seem to be that observant. This guy throws him into lockers and shouts names at him down the hallway. I get him hiding it from his friends, but they should notice. It seems like everywhere he goes in that school someone's whispering behind his back."

Jacob nodded, but still looked hesitant. "I don't know Kurt…"

Kurt looked up at him. "Don't know what?"

Kurt's phone buzzed and he looked down at it and began typing. Jacob answered him anyway. "You always seem distracted when we're together. You're either talking to Blaine or on the way to see him and you talk about him like you've known him forever. It's just on the border line of inappropriate for me."

Kurt turned his attention back to Jacob and sat up on the bed. "Inappropriate? You make it sound like incest or like we're 20 years older. He's a sophomore."

"I think you like him."

"I like you! That's ridiculous! I've known him a week!"

Jacob stood up off the bed. "Why can't you just accept that it makes me uncomfortable and tone it down!"

"Because this is absurd!"

"So you're not going to stop talking to him?"

Kurt looked at Jacob, sadly. "Jacob…"

"Then we have nothing else to say."

Jacob grabbed his bag off the ground and walked towards the door of the bedroom. Kurt realized he messed up and called after him, "Wait! Jacob-"

Jacob turned and Kurt was taken aback by how truly broken his face was.

"You can find another date to your dad's wedding Kurt."

Blaine was sitting cross-legged on his bed, waiting for his phone to buzz. He had texted Kurt more than 15 minutes ago, and they had been texting back and forth for the past two hours. Kurt probably had just had something come up or was distracted but, as always, Blaine started to overanalyze and assume that Kurt suddenly got wind that Blaine liked him or something.

Blaine started to type another text message, along the lines of, sorry if this is weird, but I just wanted to apologize if I said anything to set you off, when his phone buzzed for a new message. He opened it hurriedly and was devastated by what he read.

Text: (Kurt) – Blaine, I'm sorry, but I need to stop texting you for awhile. Something's come up. Call me if you have an emergency.

Blaine attacked his phone's keyboard furiously and replied,

Text: (Blaine) – Why? What happened?

30 minutes later, Blaine decided to assume that Kurt wasn't going to explain himself.

Blaine dialed Rachel's number and leaned back onto the massive stack of pillows behind his head.

"Hello? Rachel Berry speaking."

"Rach, it's Blaine. Kurt just texted me and said he can't speak to me and I don't know why or what I did and I feel like the world is crumbling and taking me down with it."

Pause.

"30 minutes, I'll bring Mercedes, you get Grease out and a gallon of Blue Bell."

A half-hour later Mercedes and Rachel were at Blaine's door in their PJs. They watched Grease (and sang along) while eating the entire tub of ice cream. After it was over, Rachel turned to Blaine and said, "Alright. Grieving period is over, now tell us what happened."

"That's it, I don't know! I know I have an insane crush on him but I also know that he, out of the blue, said he needed to stop texting me."

"He didn't imply it beforehand or give you a reason or anything?"

"I'm telling you Rachel, I thought I was handling this one pretty reasonably."

Mercedes gave him a pat on the shoulder.

"Who knows? Maybe he'll tell you later? Maybe he just has a big project or something and you're just blowing it out of proportion."

Blaine nodded, not really believing that this was his misunderstanding. "Yeah, maybe."

Rachel moved over to Blaine's side and Mercedes to the other and they both gave him a big hug. Blaine laughed and Rachel smiled at him. "Poor Blainers. Attractive Dalton boy doesn't liiiike him."

Mercedes jokingly punched Rachel.

"Shut up! Our boy has a chance."

Blaine laughed and hugged them back. "Thanks guys."

"Look on the bright side Blaine. You have lots to distract you this week."

"I do?"

"Duh. Glee is performing at Finn's mom's wedding. Who knows? Maybe they have a gay cousin or something."

"Maybe the guy she's marrying will end up being gay" Blaine joked. Mercedes laughed and Rachel put on a mock horrified expression.

"My future father-in-law is not gay!"

They all laughed at that and Blaine just smiled again.

There was a silence after they finished.

Mercedes broke the silence and joked, "Maybe his son is gay."

"Yeah, right" Blaine said, rolling his eyes.