So maybe Mr. Schuester wasn't a totally incompetent teacher.

Today in Glee he had told the students that they would be doing Rocky Horror as a musical production to raise money for the nationals trips, and even though Kurt was hesitant given that a school in Texas had recently banned Rent from being produced in their school, he was so excited to play a part in such an amazing theatrical production.

Even if it wasn't as a transvestite.

Okay, maybe Mr. Schuester was still mostly incompetent. He assumed that just because Kurt was gay, clearly Kurt wouldn't have a problem with playing a transvestite. The simple fact of the matter was that being gay didn't suddenly make Kurt interested in being a drag queen. He liked being a boy. He liked well tailored suits and having the choice of boxers or briefs. He had absolutely no interest in wearing dresses or nylons.

But he still got to play Riff Raff, which was a fun role and allowed him to dabble in a different vocal range than he usually did.

"Rocky Horror huh kiddo? I remember going to one of those interactive showings with your mom before you were born. Was a lot of fun. She loved it." Burt said as he looked over the permission form Kurt had brought home.

Kurt beamed. He was busily chopping up vegetables for their supper while his dad sat at the table. The IV drip was no longer a fixture in their home, and he had gotten his dad some new pyjamas, even though his dad still insisted on wearing his old, worn sets.

"Don't you think it's a little controversial though son?" Burt asked. Kurt expected that. His dad was nothing if not diligent in exploring both sides of an issue - and the issue here was whether or not he should sign the paper in front of him.

"It is dad, but Mr. Schuester reminded us all that the arts is about pushing boundaries... and most of us have seen it. It's different, it's not a 'safe' production, but it is one that will get attention, which means it will get tickets sold and help us get to New York for nationals."

Burt hummed a little bit more in thought, and Kurt breathed a sigh of relief when he finally heard the pen drag across the paper as his dad signed.

And, even if Finn and Sam weren't gay, at least he would get to see them shirtless without feeling guilty about it. Beggars couldn't be choosers.

"She's kidding right?" Kurt asked as he looked over the assignment Mademoiselle Bouvier had just given them. They were expected to subtitle a French movie and would receive an extra credit in media studies for doing this one as well. When it was complete, it would be shown to the rest of the class.

"Well I guess that means porn won't be an option. Shame." Blaine whispered as he pulled out his phone to search up recent movie releases in France.

"Ew." Kurt grimaced at the suggestion. Last weekend he had tried to watch porn on his computer, but found himself utterly embarrassed by the time the guys had their pants off, and not only shut off his computer, but hid under the blanket in his bed until the flush in his cheeks wore off.

"Would be easy to translates the moans and orgasm noises." Blaine continued, looking at Kurt as he began to turn red.

"Please stop..." Kurt whispered back, looking over his shoulder at the rest of the class who were busily repeating what Mademoiselle Bouvier was saying and, thankfully, not paying attention to them.

"Ooooo... right there... oooo... yah... yah..." Blaine quietly, but enthusiastically moaned, apparently enjoying how much he was torturing Kurt.

Kurt hid his face in his hands, "Oh my god. Please. Stop."

"That's right! We'd have to figure out how they say 'Oh my god!' in French for the whole orgasm scene." By this point, Blaine was grinning widely in amusement.

Kurt let out a small groan of embarrassment, trying to hide his red cheeks from Blaine, and the rest of the class for that matter.

"Aww... come on now. Don't tell me you wouldn't want to watch some hardcore guy on guy action in French. Oh la la! Your cock is so beefy and huge! Sac le bleu!"

"Shut up Blaine."

"Oh wow. Even your ears are red. You know I'd bet even Mademoiselle Bouvier would appreciate seeing two hot guys going at it. Chicka-chick-bow-wow!"

"Shut up Blaine."

Blaine chuckled beside him, seemingly satisfied with how badly he had managed to fluster Kurt who was trying not to think about sex in French class with the school bad-ass beside him. The last thing he needed right now was to get an erection in class, have Blaine notice, and then punch him for being too gay around him. Kurt could see it happening.

The problem was of course was that Kurt was a 17 year old hormonal teenager. Gay or not, sex was on his mind no matter how much it might embarrass him to admit it.

And Blaine's occasional foot tap against his own wasn't helping. The guy had no sense of personal space. With all his twitchiness, Kurt wondered if he shouldn't recommend Blaine look into getting some Ritalin.

"What about this one. The Artist. Seems up your alley." Blaine, thankfully, had gotten back on track and handed Kurt his phone to assess the movie in question. A biopic about how talking pictures affected a silent movie star. There apparently was dancing in it. Kurt was impressed by Blaine's choice, assuming that he would have wanted to do something with action and gore.

"It actually looks really interesting. Let's get a copy and work on it." Kurt admitted, handing the phone back to Blaine.

"Are you sure? Because I'm really alright with a little bit of S&M or even some bondage."

"Blaine?"

"Hmm?"

"Shut up."

Kurt was exhausted, and glad that his makeup for Rocky Horror was so elaborate that it wouldn't show the bags under his eyes.

After school he had Glee practice, then worked on translating the film with Blaine in the library, and then had Rocky Horror rehearsals. When he got home he made supper for his dad and tended to anything his dad needed before finally getting a chance to do his other homework, and then, finally, getting to bed at a less than reasonable hour.

He was even too tired to enjoy Sam's abs and tight gold shorts.

"Hummel! Wake up!"

Kurt snapped his head up from where he had dozed off in the library. The side of his face that had been on the top of the table felt sore from the pressure on it, and he was pretty sure that he had even been drooling in front of Blaine given the moisture accumulated in the corner of his mouth that he hastily wiped off on his sleeve.

Blaine was sitting beside him, looking to him and clearly not amused by the fact that he had fallen asleep during the time they were supposed to be spending on their project. Kurt was grateful that Blaine was more adept with computers than he was and had taken over the digital part of the assignment of putting the subtitles on the movie, but knew he still needed to do his part and sleeping when he was supposed to be helping was unacceptable.

"Sorry. I'm sorry." Kurt rubbed his eyes and reached for his bag, digging around for the chocolate covered coffee beans he had stashed in there to help with his need for caffeine.

Blaine shook his head and turned off the movie with the click of a remote. "Never mind. You clearly need your beauty rest. I'll leave you to it."

Kurt stopped rummaging in his bag and looked up at Blaine who was gathering up his written translations. "I meant it. I'm sorry. Please, let's just get this done."

Blaine's eyes darted from the notes in his hand to Kurt, deciding to stay apparently as he set the notes back down on the table.

"I know it's not an excuse... I'm just a little over scheduled right now is all."

"For someone who is so focused on how they look, you don't take very good care of yourself." Blaine grumbled, turning the movie back on. They had watched it through a dozen times at this point, but kept playing it as they worked to ensure they had paid attention to all the nuances in the film.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kurt huffed, sitting himself up and puffing his chest up as he began to feel defensive.

"Whether it's your dad being sick or not, you always have an excuse for not getting enough sleep... and you eat like a fucking rabbit on a diet."

"I do not!" Kurt snapped back.

"Do so."

"What are you? Five? I never even see you eating. Hell, come to think of it, I never see you at lunch at all. You're probably too busy sucking on those cancer sticks!"

Blaine frowned and looked over at Kurt, "You think I smoke?"

"Well unless there's a new perfume called Eau de Cigarette Stink you buy in bulk." Kurt crossed his arms over his chest as he faced off with Blaine.

Blaine lifted up his T-shirt, and Kurt couldn't help but notice the slight exposure of abs from where the T-shirt pulled up. Giving his shirt a sniff, Blaine shrugged and let it drop back down. "I don't smoke."

Kurt's arms unfolded as he tossed his palms up in an 'I give up' gesture, "Well then why do you smell like it?"

"My grandmom smokes... I guess it could be from her... I don't really notice the smell anymore so I couldn't tell you."

Kurt sighed and rubbed his forehead before looking back to Blaine. It was true that he had never seen Blaine actually smoking, or even carrying cigarettes. "Look. I'm sorry. I misjudged you..."

"Again." Blaine said pointedly.

"Yes. Again. But in all fairness, you're judging my eating habits and you don't even see me when it's breakfast, lunch, or dinner."

"That's fair I guess." Blaine admitted. He wasn't looking at Kurt as they spoke, having taken to looking over his hand with the scabs healing up on it. The bandages had been discarded days ago and now Kurt had to chastise Blaine whenever he saw him about to scratch at the scabs in class.

"Where are you at lunch anyhow?" Kurt asked as the thought passed through his head during the conversation.

Blaine shrugged up his shoulders just a little - his way of politely indicating that Kurt wasn't going to get an answer. Kurt sighed in exasperation and turned back to watching the movie.

"Why was that awkward giant guy in your club walking around in his underwear today?" Blaine queried after a few quiet minutes and Kurt groaned softly at the reminder that Finn had been trying to improve his self-confidence by going through the halls in his Brad costume - stained white boxers and glasses.

"He was on his way to practice for Rocky Horror... in his costume."

Blaine's nose wrinkled up and his mouth puckered. "Isn't he the one who was telling you last week that you shouldn't sing with that other guy because it would embarrass you or something like that?"

Kurt chuckled, "Something like that... yes."

"He's kind of a moron then." Blaine noted, glancing over at Kurt.

Kurt partially smiled, reflecting on how Finn has stuck up for his last year in school, and thinking how even though Finn was kind of a dummy, he was still protective of Kurt in his own way.

"He's a good guy when he isn't trying to over think things."

Blaine shrugged, "Whatever."

"God I hate that word." Kurt huffed and turned back in his seat to face the screen.

"What?"

"Whatever. It's like saying you don't give a shit."

He heard Blaine chuckle beside him and then the creak of the chair as it shuffled closer to Kurt. Kurt looked over at Blaine curiously, finding the other boy grinning at him, though hesitantly.

"I do give a shit. If I didn't, I wouldn't even say anything."

Kurt rolled his eyes and again turned his attention back to the screen, though was having a harder time focusing as he became quite aware of the body so close to his own now. Blaine's foot seemed to have a mind of it's own as it trembled beside Kurt's, and Kurt was overly aware of Blaine's breathing right near him.

Don't form another crush on another straight guy Kurt, he said to himself. Especially Blaine Anderson. The instant he finds out you like him, how Finn treated you last year will seem like bliss in comparison. Besides - he is absolutely the wrong kind of guy to like. He doesn't even match his socks everyday.

But he does have amazing eyes...

Kurt Hummel! Don't do this to yourself. You know exactly what's happening. A boy is nice to you and you immediately start projecting your hopes and dreams on him. He doesn't even smell good for god's sake!

But those curls...

"Are you alright Hummel?" Blaine was looking at him intently, his face inches away and Kurt made a small squeak and sat up straighter.

"Yes. Fine. Sorry. Mind was drifting."

Blaine looked him up and down and Kurt felt his cheeks flush with the inspection, trying desperately to seem very interested in the movie and not look back at Blaine. Blaine - whose eyes were roaming over him.

"Maybe we should call it a day. You go from tired out to just weird and I don't know what the hell to even say about it."

Kurt let out a small breath of relief, nodding rapidly in agreement to Blaine. "Yes... okay. I promise I will be more focused tomorrow. I will force myself to sleep at a decent hour."

"You know, if you whack off before bed it helps you sleep better." Blaine casually stated as he packed up his things.

Kurt's jaw dropped and then quickly snapped back shut.

Now he had to go to bed thinking about how Blaine knew that masturbating helped sleep. Blaine... masturbating.

It was like the world was conspiring to make his life difficult.

Kurt had made a decision. Mr. Schuester was not only totally incompetent, but he was also a jerk.

"I mean, he put on this whole thing to try and impress Ms. Pilsbury who is in a relationship! He used us as a means to impress her and then put the moves on her, and then her boyfriend and him got into this whole verbal battle in front of us all. They say teenagers have drama... dear god... not like he does." Kurt was rambling on as Blaine was typing during their work time in the library. They were almost done the subtitling project.

"Mmmhmm... well, aside from it being a language for people who want to order their housekeepers around more or to use at resorts, there's a reason I didn't ever think to go into Spanish." Blaine noted, eyes jumping from the paper with the written translations and then back to the computer.

Kurt shook his head, "So the whole thing was cancelled. We performed it for ourselves, which, given how much we practiced it already, was really kind of pointless, much as I love singing The Time Warp."

"You have sung it quite a few times under your breath in the past couple weeks..." Blaine acknowledged, then pointed to the sheet, "We fixed that so it would make sense for American audiences right?"

Kurt glanced at the page and nodded. Certain cultural allusions needed to be changed so they made sense in American context. They weren't expecting their classmates to be up on French culture.

"I just don't understand how our education can be entrusted to people who haven't seemed to gotten past their own high school drama." Kurt continued on. He had found that by engaging in gossip, he had been able to shift his focus on Blaine's potential as a crush to that of a friend, like Mercedes. Blaine had actually been a good wall to bounce conversation off of when Kurt put the effort in, and aside from the quiet moments when he found himself appreciating the curve of Blaine's jaw, or the way he always managed to keep his stubble just the same length, Kurt was able to keep from fantasizing about Blaine.

"Well... maybe if they paid teachers in the States what they paid them in Canada or Europe, the school system could actually attract more qualified professionals instead of those who couldn't do any better..." Blaine murmured, reaching over to flip to the next page.

"I suppose..." Kurt hummed to himself, trying to think of another segway for the conversation lest it lapses and he found himself thinking about what that stubble would feel like pressed against his face.

"I would have bought a ticket."

Kurt looked over at Blaine, who had stopped typing and was looking back at Kurt with complete seriousness in his gaze.

"Really?"

Blaine nodded, giving Kurt a small smile and then turned back to his typing.

How would that look to the student population? Resident bad boy Blaine Anderson attends Rocky Horror presentation put on by the Glee club, the lowest of social groups right below AV club and chess club. Maybe Kurt was having a good rehabilitative effect on Blaine. Maybe Blaine was just not able to get in as many fights with having to spend time on this project. Whatever the reason, Kurt found himself inwardly elated that Blaine would have come to the show.

"I can finish the rest of this if you want Hummel... only takes one of us to do this part."

Kurt snapped back to the present and looked at Blaine curiously, "Blaine, why do you always call me by my last name?"

Blaine groaned and leaned back in his chair, "It's just... too informal to call you Kurt. I don't want anyone thinking ... anything."

Because he didn't want to be seen as being friendly with Kurt. Because he didn't want to allow himself to be his friend. Kurt made a small snarl and turned to gather his things. "Right. I get it. Here I was thinking that - "

"Don't. Don't start bitching -"

Kurt realized the fire in his belly that was flaring up was irrational. He didn't to be seen as having a massive mood swing, but for all the effort he had been putting into making friends with Blaine, it was all crashing down around him because Blaine insisted on being formal with him.

"Don't interrupt me!" Kurt snapped his head back to look at Blaine. "You jump between treating me kindly and making me have the audacity to think we could actually be friends, and then treating me like shit - because, yes, I'm gay. I'm gay and I'm out and I'm in Glee. So why bother with me? If you get too informal with me you might catch the gay after all!" He was so fired up that he was shoving the papers into his briefcase without any concern as to whether or not they ended up crushed by the materials he was tossing on top of them.

"Kurt..." Blaine held his hands out, trying to appear non-threatening.

"No. You don't get to call me that now. If you're not going to act like a friend, then don't bother trying to apologize like one." Kurt slung the briefcase strap over his shoulder and began stomping off, leaving Blaine looking absolutely perplexed behind him.

He had allowed himself to become too comfortable around Blaine. Kurt had forgotten who he was and what he had done. Blaine wasn't a good person. He cared about himself first, and that included making sure he kept Kurt as an arms length. Kurt had let himself get blinded by Blaine's uncharacteristically kind behaviour around him. He had caught himself almost falling for the bad boy like a silly school girl in an old movie. He had to remember that bad boys could only be changed in the movies, and as much as he liked a good James Dean film, it was all fiction.