I want you to see me. That sentence is doing things to Kurt. Things he doesn’t want to think about, things he certainly doesn’t want to own up to.

What is he supposed to do, though? Blaine is like a puppy dog yipping for attention.�Always�around. And he doesn’t have the heart to tell him to get lost for good.�Part of it, he knows, is because Blaine knows his secret. And�boy�was he stupid that night. He’s never been so careless. It’s like the weight of his secret, this part of him, built up and up until there was nowhere left to go but out. So out it came.

He�came out.

He came out to�Blaine Anderson.

Just thinking about it makes Kurt go cold all over.

And yet…somehow, just a little - not that he will admit this to a living soul - he kind of trusts Blaine. Deep down he doesn’t think Blaine will tell. Blaine is too�good, he wouldn’t want to hurt Kurt. Still, though, only a few people on the internet who live entire states away know about him, and for someone here and real knowing, it’s scary and dangerous.

There’s a worse part, though. The part Kurt refuses to think about, even in the middle of the night. Instead he’ll cast his mind elsewhere; song lyrics, homework, doesn’t matter. Anything that has nothing to do with Blaine Anderson.

So it’s with a slight sense of foreboding that Kurt sits down in the second row of gymnasium bleachers. Karofsky and Azimio are going to give him shit for not cutting, which is hilarious considering they’re�football players, and who else is this stupid assembly for? Puck will be here because he likes the cheerleaders’ skirts. Kurt glances around for him but doesn’t see him.

Kurt lets out an unsteady breath and waits for the show to begin.

Glee is, of course, one of the last performances. Kurt has to sit through the cheerleaders, the majorettes, the band, even the freaking�flags. No, seriously, who joins the�flags? Kurt wonders how glee can be bottom rung when this school has the�flag squad.

His uncharitable thoughts are interrupted when Principal Figgins comes over the mic.

“And noooow,” Figgins says, somehow managing to sound bored and enthusiastic all at once, “for your enjoyment, New Directions!”

A somewhat familiar beat starts up and the members of New Directions pour out onto the stage in formation. They’re wearing red pants or skirts and white tops, but Kurt only really sees Blaine. His shirt is very snug (like his pants, Kurt can’t help but notice), adorned with a blue and red striped bow tie - god, he’s going to get himself killed if he keeps dressing like this - hair gelled down, and that ridiculous sunshine look on his face.

He just looks…stylish, and..dashing, and�dapper.

Which. Is kind of Kurt’s thing.

“Before�you met me, I was alright, but things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life,” Blaine sings, leading the other members in choreographed moves.

“Now every February, you’ll be my Valentine…”

Blaine jumps off the stage and onto the gymnasium floor.

“Valentine…”

And the other members follow.

“Let’s go all the way tonight, no regrets, just love,” Blaine’s singing, and Kurt can barely breathe, because what the hell, Blaine is staring�right at him.

The New Directions are all over the gymnasium, but at any time that it seems humanly possible, Blaine is singing to him, and that’s not fair. It’s just really not, because Blaine’s shirt is tight and his pants are tight and he looks�really�good, and his voice is�really�good, and he keeps looking at Kurt and it’s making him blush.

“You make me feel like I’m living a teenage dream!”�Blaine points at him and Kurt blushes, looks around, afraid, but it seems that everyone in the general vicinity thinks Blaine is pointing at them. The girls are leaning into small clusters, giggling, and Kurt has to assume the guys are looking at Brittany and Santana because he doubts they’re all cat-calling Blaine.

“The way you turn me on…”�Blaine dances over toward his part of the bleachers, and Kurt has to put his backpack on his lap.�“…My heart stops when you look at me, just one touch, now, baby, I believe.”

Why is Blaine doing this to him?

And…wait. That’s exactly it. Why�is�he doing this?

Revenge. Clearly. Blaine is more clever and manipulative than Kurt ever imagined. Hufflepuff his�ass. It’s the only explanation; Kurt bullied Blaine and Blaine’s friends, Blaine learned his big secret, and now Blaine’s using it against him.

And maybe Kurt deserves it, but that doesn’t make him any less pissed off.

With one last look, Blaine makes his way down the line, dancing in a way that should be illegal. Thankfully no one seems to notice Kurt at all, they’re too busy going nuts.

Kurt stands his backpack up on his knees, peeking out from behind it for the rest of the performance. He’s going to kill Blaine for this. He glares Blaine’s way, trying to convey his deep, deep hatred. But it’s too late, Blaine’s already traipsing off to the stage with the rest of them, the number finished.

Blaine will pay. Kurt is not going through the Finn thing all over again. He told himself after that that he’ll just have to wait for college until he can open himself up to the possibility of, well. Anything. And as far as allowing himself to form some infatuation with another straight boy?�Hell no. Even if the straight boy has really nice—�no. Down that road only danger lies.

His pocket buzzes. Kurt takes out his phone, giving it a disdainful look.

B:�what did you think????? :)

Kurt grits his teeth. Does Blaine really think he’s so stupid?

He doesn’t answer right away.

K:�Meet me in the lobby Monday morning before homeroom.

B:�ok?

Kurt turns his phone off and escapes the gym before Blaine has a chance to seek him out.