“Um… yeah sure. I’d love to.” Kurt replied only half lying. Of course he wanted to hang out with Blaine, just not while there was a crazy party going on. He wanted some alone time with the guy. That was okay…right?

“Awesome! See you in Glee club!” He called over his shoulder while running to his next class. Kurt rolled his eyes at his enthusiasm and walked dangerously slow to Mr. Schuester’s Spanish class.

“Hola clase!” Mr. Schuester greeted in Spanish. All the students just mumbled random responses in confusion.

“Well…let’s begin!” Mr. Schuester said way too enthusiastically for his own good. Kurt zoned out completely and started thinking about Blaine’s perfect curly black hair. Curly black hair that was slicked down with nearly 12 pounds of gel. He had seen Blaine’s hair when it wasn't suffocated by gel and in his opinion, it made him look even sexier…if that was even be possible. His mind started traveling down Blaine’s physical appearances and stopped at his eyes. His eyes were hazel with a touch of honey. They were absolutely breathtaking. Kurt loved the way Blaine’s eyes lit up whenever he laughed or sang. Kurt could honestly live just looking at Blaine’s eyes for the rest of his life. His mind traveled a little further and reached his lips. They were pink and full and just perfect. The way Blaine stuck out his bottom lip whenever he pouted made Kurt want to kiss him senseless. NO! He needed to stop thinking about Blaine. Blaine was taken. He was taken by none other than Rachel Berry. He hated that the only reason of Blaine and Rachel’s relationship is because of a stupid game of spin the bottle. Fucking Puckerman trying to get everyone drunk. If it wasn’t for him, Rachel wouldn’t have thrown that party. If Rachel wouldn’t have thrown that damn party, her tongue wouldn't have been shoved down his throat. He wasn't supposed to enjoy that! He had never actually said that he was gay, but the way he dresses could have fooled anyone. Of course he couldn’t hate Rachel or Blaine for any of this, but he could sure as hell hate Puckerman.

“Kurt? YO…the bell rang already dude. Why are you still here?” He shaking Kurt's arm. Well speak of the fucking devil. Kurt shot out of his seat and away from Puck. He ran out of the classroom and into the bathroom. He had business to tend to. He made sure the bathroom was empty before he slipped into one of the stalls. He stood there crying for a good minute or so.

'Why did Blaine have to be straight?' He thought to himself. Story of his life. First Finn, and now Blaine. Why did all the really cute guys have to be straight? And why did they have to be so damn close to him in some way. Finn was his soon-to-be step-brother and Blaine is his best friend. Once the tears died down, he wiped his face and slipped out of the stall. He stared at himself in the mirror wondering 'will I ever find somebody?' He took deep breaths to prevent him from crying again. He exited the bathroom after washing his hands. He was on his way to English when a familiar voice stopped him.

“Blaine is Puckerman bringing liquor again because you know how I am about drinking. The first time I drank was at that party and it ended in disaster.” Rachel asked grabbing Blaine’s hand.

“Well that’s not completely true Rachel. We got each other out of this.” He replied with a wink. “And to answer your question, I have no idea. I mean it is Puck, so my guess is definitely. And don’t worry; you don’t have to drink if you don’t want to.” He added slightly swaying their hands back and forth. He lifted Rachel’s hand up to his lips and kissed it softy.

“You’re such a gentleman.” She said nudging his shoulder with hers.

Kurt was going to be sick. There he was; in love with Blaine Anderson, knowing he could never have him.