Friday was finally here! Last night's party didn't go well at all. David apologized to Blaine, Thad, and I hundreds of times before room check, during room check, and sent us a text after room check. It really wasn't his fault. He had no idea. But he also shouldn't have assumed that she would be okay with. Yes, she was Christian, too, raised in the same church as he was, but still. I thought that it should have come up in conversation over the months they dated that his two of his friends were gay. I didn't say any of that to David, but I suppose that those same thoughts were the ones he was having which is why he was filled with so much guilt.

There was an email sent out to all the students saying that, unlike our sister school, Dalton Academy would be having classes because the roads were clear. Everyone else was pretty upset about the email but not me. This would be my first full day of school since I got better. I was happy to come back. I saw a lot more of Blaine in class than out. I guess that was a horrible reason to want to go to class. I still hadn't told him how I feel about him. I should have just started getting over him then before it was too late. I mean if I didn't tell him about the Karofsky incident, we would have started a nice relationship. After a while Blaine might have started wondering why I didn't like to be touched too much or make out a lot which would probably start fights about why I don't love him enough. Then, eventually, he'd leave me. So, in order for us to bypass all of that drama, I was just going to tell Blaine up front what happened. I was positive that he wouldn't want me after someone had damaged me slightly. Who would want a boyfriend who shivered or tensed up in fear during a make out session? He still should know. There was a tiny spot of hope in my mind that Blaine wouldn't care about Karofsky or my fears, and that Blaine would be okay with taking our relationship slow, but I ignored it as much as possible. I just hoped he would be able to be friends with me after all was said and done.

I sighed as I walked into the kitchen and said "Morning." I looked up after pouring a cup of coffee and noticed that only Jeff, Nick, and David were in the kitchen. "Where's Wes?"

"He's having a late morning," David said. He looked pretty tired himself. "I don't think he slept well."

"Why not?" Jeff and I asked simultaneously.

"I'm not sure," David answered. "It might have been because his ex-girlfriend was at that party last night and dancing with her upset him or something. I don't know. He's a little distant and secretive lately. I just wish he'd talk to me about what's going on up there in his head or talk to me at all. We share a room and we've barely talked this week."

"I know the feeling," Jeff said as he glared at Nick across the table. The air felt rather thick in the kitchen. It was hard to breathe.

"Kurt, why don't we go to first period a little early today?" Nick asked, looking straight into Jeff's eyes. After a moment he finally turned to me, waiting on a reply.

"Um, okay," I said, nervously. I felt like I was getting in between something though. Nick gathered his things. I put my full cup of coffee down, sadly, and followed Nick out the door.

When we got outside, there were still chunks of snow everywhere on the sidewalks, so Nick kicked some of the snow as we walked. He looked so cheerful.

"What's with all the glee?" I asked him, curiously. "Is there a new woman in Mr. Duval's life?"

He laughed. "Nope," he said as he stopped walking and smiled at me. It wasn't a normal smile. It was actually rather creepy looking and very fake. He eyes squinted too much, like he was hiding them. My dad always said that people's eyes said more things than their mouths ever could. Maybe he wasn't happy at all. Maybe he was miserable, but I couldn't tell although he did look rather relaxed. "Why do you ask?"

"It's just that I heard you were suspended from all of your extracurricular activities, including your tutoring job," I said. "Shouldn't you be really upset? You're usually worried about college, resumes, and, well, perfection."

"I'm not upset at all. I've just found a new way to relieve some of that built up pressure," he said. "All of that stuff was weighing me down, anyway. I still study, just not as hard. Like today, I don't think I studied hard enough for our English discussion, but I'm okay with that."

"Are you on some type of drug or something?" I asked, half joking.

He laughed, again. "No, Kurt, I'm fine," he said as he looked around. "Listen, how about we get out of here for today?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Skip school," he said, seriously. I just stared at him like he was insane because he was being insane. "Come on, Kurt. You hate our English teacher as much as much as everyone else. Let's just go."

"And where will we go, Nick?" I said, humoring him. Nick wouldn't dare skip class. That would damage his permanent record beyond repair for Dalton and for college. He could even lose his job permanently according to the hand book that I had read a thousand times over.

"I have no idea, but we could go anywhere you want," he said as he dangled a set of keys in between us. "I kind of borrowed Jeff's keys."

"You stole Jeff's keys!" I shouted.

"Ssshh!" Nick said. "Do you want the whole world to find out? So, are you in?"

"No, I'm not 'in'!" I yelled and yanked the keys from his hands. "What's wrong with you? You stole your best friend's keys! You want to skip school, too. Nick, none of that is okay. You could get in so much trouble, and mess up your scholarship opportunities along with your reputation that you've worked so hard to build. The Nick I know wouldn't dare do any of this. Who are you?"

"Don't talk to me like you know me, Kurt!" he said, angrily. "You've only known me for about a week, now. What if this is the real me? What if the Nick you knew was just some guy trying to be nice to you?"

"Being nice to someone is one thing, but you literally carried me to the health center, and stayed with me until you thought I was alright. You listened to me when I needed to talk to someone! You took care of me when I sick! You told me about your dad! That's more than just being nice," I yelled.

"You don't know me, Kurt," he said, quietly. "If you're not coming, then, I will go alone. Now, give me back the keys." He looked so angry and scary.

"No, I am not giving them back to you," I said as I shoved them in my pocket. "Nick, what's wrong with you? Please, tell me. Just talk to me! You don't have to run away from what you're feeling especially not like this, skipping school. All you have to do is let it out by talking to someone! Do you really want to ruin everything you've been working so hard for?" I shouted. "For someone so smart, you sure are being an idiot right about now."

He face turned from anger to hurt, the more I spoke, or yelled rather. "Fuck you, Kurt," he said as he turned the opposite direction and headed back to the dorms.

"Where are you going?" I yelled.

"Away from you!" he yelled back, not turning around to look at me.

What was that? I mean I was a little harsh, maybe. I don't know. All I knew was that Nick was off, and someone needed to find out why. I guess this was what Jeff was talking about in the kitchen. I hoped he would talk some sense into Nick, and make him come to class or at least figure out what was going on.

English started, without Nick. I made up some crappy excuse about how he wasn't feeling well today. The English teacher blamed me. She thinks that while Nick was tending to me, he caught whatever 'disease' I had. I deflected her rudeness by saying that he probably just caught a cold in the snow yesterday. Class went by extremely slowly with many glares from the teacher, and constant questioning. When class was over, I was happy to see Wes waiting for me in the hallway.

"Hey, Wes," I said to him happily.

"Hey, Kurt," he said flatly, and began walking towards French.

I followed in silence. No hugs, no skipping, no humming, and no Warbler rants. None of that seemed like Wes at all. I guess he was upset about something. If David didn't know what that something was, then, there was no way that I would figure it out. So, I didn't ask. In French, we were supposed to break into partners and talk about what we did during our snow day yesterday. Wes and I partnered up. I tried to start a dialogue going in French about cooking because he loved talking about it, but he said nothing. He just stared out the window. After a while he turned to me and finally said, in English, "Kurt, do you think it would be okay if I stayed in your room for a few days? I could try my best to move out by Monday! Can I?"

"Um, may I ask why exactly?" I asked, confused.

"I've asked for one of the single rooms on the hallway, but it won't be cleaned and ready until Monday or Tuesday," he said. He looked so sad.

"No, I meant why are you moving out of your room," I told him

"Oh, I just need some time away from David. I think that would be best for him," he answered seriously and turned back to the window.

"You mean, best for you?" I asked.

"No, him," he said. "I think I'm confusing him, and some time apart will help." He looked back at me. "I know it sounds confusing, but it's complicated and I can't explain it to you right now. I'm not ready to talk about that to anyone…"

"Um, okay, well um, then, yes. Yes, you can stay in my room for a while," I said. His face lit up. He looked so happy. "Does David know why you're leaving?"

"No, he doesn't even know that I want to move out," he said, confusing me. "Like I said, it's complicated. I'm having trouble talking to him about anything, lately, but I will try to tell him soon."

"Okay," I said, slowly, "let me know if I can help."

"What's it like being you, Kurt?" he asked out of the blue.

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"What's it like being out and proud?" he asked and turned to me with worried eyes.

"It's not easy," I confessed. "I like who I am, but there are people out there who don't. They don't mind showing it either. I used to get booed at in the hallways of my old school and in public malls. People whisper when I walk by them sometimes, but I've gotten used that." I looked down at my hands trying to block out memories of my old school.

"But what about your family and friends?" he asked. "Did they treat you differently?"

I looked at him silently for a moment. I didn't really have friends. "Well, no, not really. My dad was perfectly fine with it, granted, he said that he had known since I was three years old," I smiled. "My step-brother, however, I don't know. We shared a room for a moment before we were officially brothers, and he flipped out one day. He said that he couldn't change in front of me and yelled and even indirectly called me a …fag," I whispered. Wes gasped and cringed. He looked frightened for a moment for some reason. "It's fine now. We have gotten pretty close, and he apologized a thousand times over. Why did you want to know?"

"I was just curious about being out," he said. "Do you regret coming out of the closet?"

"Even though I was bullied so much that I had to change schools, no, I don't regret it," I said honestly. "I am glad that I am out. If they couldn't accept me, then, fine. They missed out on a fabulous person. Hiding who I was would have been torture. Could you imagine being around a guy you like all the time, and him treating you like one of the guys when you really wish you were just his guy?" I laughed. "Of course, you couldn't imagine that. Never mind."

"No, I get it," he said solemnly. "I do."

Class ended. I told Wes that I'd see him at dinner. I wondered what was going on with him and David. My classes after that were just filled with thoughts, or worries. I was worried about Nick. I wondered if he had gone to any of his other classes or if he talked to Jeff or what he was doing at all. I also worried about Wes. I had never seen that boy sad about anything. He was always so energetic, but not today. What could make him want to move out of his room? He and David seemed like such good friends. None of it made sense to me. Then, again, nothing really made sense today at all.

"The Warblers are doing their impromptu performance today," Blaine said. "Didn't Wes tell you about it in French?"

"No, he didn't," I said.

"Oh, well, come on!" he said grabbing my hand. "You're going to love it!"

I didn't know where we were we going. All I could focus on was the fact that he was holding my hand and we were running. I intertwined my fingers with his, and looked up at him. I wished that we could do that all the time. We could run to class hand in hand because we were a little late . I could see us doing that often, but that was just a fantasy. When we stopped, I realized we were running to the music room where the Warblers rehearse. I saw that Wes, David, Thad, and Jeff were already there. Tons of boys started piling into the room, excited.

"So, people like the glee club at this school?" I asked Blaine.

"Yeah, of course!" He said happily. "The Warblers are like rock stars."He looked down at our hands and blushed, and he let go immediately. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to just—"

"It's fine," I said, smiling brightly at him. It just made him blush more.

"Well, I've got to go. It's starting," he said as some of the boys in the room started to gather at the center.

Blaine walked slowly over towards them and began to sing.

Before you met me, I was alright
But things were kind of heavy, you brought me to life
Now every February you'll be my valentine, valentine

Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever

I noticed that he was staring right at me.

You make me

feel like I'm living

a teenage dream

He pointed right at me. I died just then. Died.

The way you turn me on,

I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on,

By this point, I was just coaching myself on how to breathe.

I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

Imma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back

My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe

When he looked at me again, I had to have been dreaming and possibly light-headed.

This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back

I'm a get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight

I swear he was staring at me, seriously staring me in the eyes, during that last part. It had to have just been the performance. He was just kind of acting or something. My brain was about to explode. All the boys had officially gone crazy! Nick was nowhere to be found and turned into some 'rebel without a cause.' He was trying to skip school! Mr. Perfect was going to skip school! Not only that, but he refuses to talk to Jeff, apparently. Why wouldn't he want to talk to his best friend? If I had a best friend, I'd tell them everything, the good and the bad. Wes was moving out of his BFF's room tonight. He had given David no explanation or warning, yet, as to why he was moving out. He wanted to sleep in my room for the time being, throwing me right in the middle of whatever it was that was going on between them.

And to top it all off with nuts and the fattest cherry I'd ever seen, I think Blaine just serenaded me in front of the Warblers and a good portion of the student body. But gosh, I wished I was his teenage dream. But now that he had told me how he felt in front of everyone, he probably wanted some type of answer from me. I didn't have one, really. Yes, I know, I had planned to tell him anyway, but that was going to be along with my baggage. It was supposed to be me throwing my baggage in his face, and then him not even having a response for my feelings because my baggage was too heavy for him to carry. It wouldn't work if he went first. Now, it was going to be sad. He liked me, and I liked him. Now, he would hear that I liked him, and then hear my story. After I tell him he will probably just say that he can't deal with all that, and I don't know if I'm willing to hear that from him or not. He liked me. He's going to seem like a real jerk when he tells me he can't stick around because of that incident. He actually liked me and I have to ruin it and ruin him.

I sighed. It was hotter than the sun in this room. As more boys started to crowd around the Warblers in congratulations, I slipped out of the room and headed toward the dining hall for lunch.

Blaine's POV

Wow. Just wow. I had finally told Kurt how I felt in a way. I broke free of all the boys and their congrats, trying to find Kurt. I made it to the spot where he was standing, but he wasn't there. I knew that that was the spot. My eyes never left it while I sang. Where did he go? Was it too much? I knew it was. That's probably why he ran away. He probably wanted some sort of private confession that didn't include a third of the school. I messed up! I grabbed my bag and headed toward the lunch room hoping to find Kurt there. There were other possibilities as to why he didn't stick around though. Maybe he just didn't like crowds, all those people brushing up against him accidentally, and the feeling of being squeezed next to all those guys was probably awful for him. Damn it! I screwed up.

I walked through the doors anxiously searching for Kurt. There were more boys in here than I'd ever seen. I looked down at my watch. It was right in the middle of the lunch hour. Great. I'd never find my boy. My boy. He wasn't officially mine, yet. I didn't know how he felt about me at all, yet. Well, technically, he would never be mine because I don't own him. He's not just some piece of property or anything. I rolled my eyes and sighed. I couldn't believe that I was trying to justify myself in my own mind to myself. I wouldn't want me either.

I shook my head to rid myself of those negative thoughts and began searching for Kurt. He was wearing his blazer today so, at first, I only looked at boys with blazers. That of course didn't work because as I started looking around the majority of the boys had blazers on. Of course, only Kurt would have multiple pins on the front of his. He was wearing his hippo pin that day. Where on earth did he buy such interesting broaches? Shopping with Kurt was going to be a blast. I had to find him first before I started planning dates in my head. I mean how hard was it to find a boy with such perfectly done hair and dreamy blue eyes? I closed my eyes and left out a deep breath. I needed to focus, but it didn't matter how much I looked around. There was no way I would find him in this packed cafeteria so I gave up and grabbed a tray.

I sat at my usual table hoping Kurt would just show up out of nowhere saying he had to grab something out of his room or something. If he just didn't show up, then that meant …something that I didn't even want to think about.

"Blaine!" Jeff yelled. "So, how did Kurt like the show?" He sat across from me and smiled. "Is he getting a salad or something?"

I sighed and looked away. "I don't know where is or how he took it," I said. "He ran off somewhere before I could talk to him. He's probably getting some books or something for his next few classes. Or maybe he's not feeling well. This is his first day back and all. He just—"

"I'm sorry, Blaine," Jeff interrupted. "I know you like him a lot. It's messed up that he just blew you off like that."

"I don't think he blew me off," I defended. "I really do think he just had something to do. Kurt doesn't seem like the type of person who would do that to someone."

Jeff sighed. "Okay, Blaine."

"What you really think he ditched me?" I said louder than I was supposed to. "Am I not good enough for Kurt? Do you think I'm not worth time and effort? He didn't even come reject me properly if that's what he is doing by running away after the performance. He could have at least waited and told me something, Jeff…"

I don't know when I started crying or when Jeff had come over to my side of the table, but there we were in the middle of the cafeteria, hugging me tightly. "I'm sorry, Blaine, that's not what I meant at all," he said quietly.

I sniffed. "I know, but that's how I feel right now."

"Like you said, Kurt's not that kind of guy," he said. "I'm sure he has some sort of explanation."

I nodded. I didn't want to argue. At this point I was too tired to. Thinking about it sucked away my energy. The crying probably aided in that as well. I really wasn't even sure myself how I felt about the situation. Only Kurt could give me a clue as to why he left and an answer to my confession.

As soon as I finished crying Jeff let me go and returned to the other side of our round table. We ate in silence for a few moments. "I know this is a bad time to ask, but have you seen Nick around today?" Jeff asked me.

I lifted my puffy eyes from my half eaten sandwich and said, "Really, Jeff? You want to talk about Nick right now, as always."

"No, I'm seriously, legit worried about him!" he said. "He didn't show up to German this morning."

"What?" I shouted. "The Nicholas Duval did not come to class! Is he sick? No, he'd go to class if he were sick. Is he fatally ill or injured?"

"Exactly!" Jeff agreed."He wasn't in class. I made up some bullshit about how he was 'under the weather today' to the teacher though. The truth is that I don't know where he is! He could be off doing…anything!"

I looked worried for a moment. I knew Jeff was going to say 'cutting' instead of 'anything.' I didn't know what to say or how to comfort him. Nick had been under a lot of stress lately, and I didn't know how he was handling it. Neither did Jeff because Nick hadn't said much to him about anything.

"Look, I know I'm always overreacting when it comes to Nick," Jeff sighed. "I know it bothers him that I act like an overprotective mother sometimes, but I just want him to be okay. I want to know that he is okay and I need him to be okay. I don't want him to feel like he used to, and I don't want to worry about him and feel like I used to either. I just want him to be happy."

"I know, Jeff," I said. "I get it. I don't think the way you behave when it comes to Nick is irrationally at all. He's just your best friend, and you're worried about him. That's fine."

"Thanks," he said, loosening his grip on his fork."Anyway, I was going to ask Kurt if he showed up to first period after you two…talked or whatever, but he's not here…either…"

"Yeah," I said.

We finished lunch in an awkward silence, and headed to class. I suddenly remembered that all of my afternoon classes accept one, were with Kurt.

Classes went by so slowly. This past week I had been so excited for Kurt to get better and come to class. Sure, we didn't talk in class because we weren't supposed to but having him around was supposed to make me feel…different. I don't know how to describe it. I just wasn't supposed to feel like this. Even though he's going out of his way to avoid me, he's still all I'm thinking about. I hadn't taken a single note all day. I shouldn't have sang to him. Before he knew about my feelings everything was fine. I had to ruin it. I even texted Kurt in History. All the message said was 'hey.' I didn't want to say anything meaningful or fancy through a text message. It wouldn't feel right. It didn't matter anyway because he didn't even respond. I watched him reach into his pocket and his phone under his desk just so he could read the text, but he didn't even look my way. He did look rather sad after he read it. He looked upset every time I did look at him this afternoon which was every chance I got. Why, though? If he was upset because he felt horrible about not being able to return the feelings I have for him, then, that would mean that Kurt truly was a nice person. That thought made me want to be with him even more.

I'm so confused! I really needed Kurt to give me some sort of sign as to what was going on in that head. I thought for a moment that Kurt might even like me back because of the way he blushes too when our eyes meet or when hands brush. Thinking about it made me smile. Maybe he's just not ready! That has to be it! He's probably not ready to even be in a serious relationship right now! He just moved to a new school, and he's trying to fit in. After what happened at his old school, he probably…oh my gosh. He was basically sexually assaulted. Why didn't think about that? He probably won't be ready to be with anyone for a while. I'll just have to talk to him after dinner. We didn't have Warbler practice today so, that's what I'd do. I'll talk to him. Even if we can't be together I still want him to know that I really like him. I told David that I was in love with Kurt, and I was. I really was, but I couldn't just drop that bomb on him. I'd keep it simple. I'd just have to get through this awkward dinner.

At the end of our last class, Kurt had to stay afterwards and turn in some make-up work. I went ahead to the cafeteria. I grabbed some spaghetti and meatballs for a change. I wasn't really in the mood for food but I got it anyway. I started to hand my card to the lunch lady, but Jeff handed her his instead.

"I got it," he said to me. "Think of it as an apology for my tactlessness earlier. Is that word 'tactlessness'? Whatever. You know what I mean."

"It's fine, Jeff," I said. "Thanks."

We sat down at our usual rectangular table. Jeff sat down across from me and we sighed. I was going to ask him how his day went, but David came running up.

"Hey," he said, taking a seat next to Jeff. "Sorry, I'm running late today. I was working on something."

"Where's Wes?" Jeff asked.

"I don't know…" David said, quietly.

"Oh…" I said.

Nick came over with a plate of fries and sat down next to Jeff. "Hey, everybody!" he said.

"Hey…" Jeff said, slowly. "Where ya been?"

"Oh, you know, around," Nick said, taking a bite of a fry, smiling.

"You weren't in class today," Jeff said. "Are you okay? Are you sick?" Jeff put his hand on Nick's forehead. "You don't have a fever…"

Nick swatted Jeff's hand away. "No, mom, I don't have a fever, and I'm not sick. I just wasn't feeling school today."

"…you just weren't feeling school today?" Jeff asked bewildered.

"Yeah," Nick said casually as he continued eating.

Jeff's face switched from various emotions of confusion, worry, anger, and sadness. He took a few deep breaths and calmed down. "Um, okay, have you seen my keys? I think I lost them somewhere."

A hand jingled the keys in front of his face. We all looked over to see that it was Kurt. "Here, ya go," Kurt said to Jeff. "I found them lying around somewhere."

"Oh, thanks, Kurt," Jeff said as he took the keys and put them in his pocket.

Kurt looked down at me and then sat down leaving a seat between us. He looked down and started pushing the salad around with his fork. I sighed. I stood up and grabbed my tray to sit right next to Kurt. It was ridiculous that he couldn't even sit next to me at dinner.

"Hey," Wes said to everyone as he walked up behind me. David moved his blazer out of the seat next to him so Wes could sit there, but instead Wes sat in the seat between me and Kurt.

I sighed and sat back down. Everyone at the table gave me a strange look, but I ignored them and pushed my pasta around my plate. Kurt must have asked Wes to sit in between us to make things less awkward, but this is just even more awkward. The only other explanation that makes sense was that Wes was avoiding David which would be ridiculous because those two were inseparable. I looked over to Kurt for some sort of sign, but he looked away.

"So, Kurt, now that you've seen the Warblers in action, what do you think of my boys?" Wes asked. "Aren't their melodious harmonies just electrifying?"

Everyone looked to Kurt for an answer. No one really seemed in the joking mood today.

"Oh, come on Kurt!" Wes begged. "Just join already!"

"I don't know about it, Wes," Kurt said quietly.

Wes looked at him sadly and said, "Okay, well, try-outs are next week so, let me know."

"I will," Kurt said as he stood up. "I'm going to go. I'm not that hungry."

Before any of us had time to protest, he was gone. The rest of the dinner conversation continued with random comments about everyone's day. Everyone was careful to avoid talking about the performance since it obviously didn't go as planned. It wasn't really even my idea. Wes, David, and Jeff were all convinced that it was finally time to tell Kurt how I felt because he clearly felt the same way. I stupidly agreed. I guess they were wrong. I tried to zone into their conversations about Warblers and school, but I couldn't focus. All I could think about was Kurt. I got up from the table abruptly.

"Where are you going?" Nick asked.

"To talk to Kurt," I said as I quickly dashed out of the cafeteria and to the dorms.

Once I got to the dorm I threw my coat and my backpack on my bed then headed to Kurt's room. When I got to his door, I paced a little bit, thinking that I was being too forward or irrational or something. Before, I could knock, the door opened.

"Hi Blaine," Kurt said. He opened the door wider and extended a hand to invite me in.

I walked in and then stopped in the middle of the floor. "Wait, how did you know that I was outside your door?"

"Oh, I could hear you pacing and mumbling to yourself," Kurt said, smiling slightly.

"Oh gosh," I said, embarrassed. "Was I that loud?"

"No, not really," he said. "You were the only one out there, and you were right in front of my door so maybe that's what it was."

"Oh," I said as he took a seat on his bed.

He patted a hand down on his bed next him. "Sit down, Blaine," he said. "You're making me nervous."

"Right," I said as I stared at the spot on his bed. I had to tell him how I felt. This was it. I finally sat down.

"You know you really would look better if you didn't use so much gel in your hair, Blaine," Kurt said with a faint smile. He wasn't making this easy.

"Kurt, I…" I started, but nothing else would come out. I didn't know how to start the conversation. I didn't know how to tell him.

"I enjoyed your performance today," he said. "It was breathtaking, literally."

"Um, thanks," I said. He liked it! "Wait, if you liked it, why did you run away after we were done?"

"Oh, I'm, um, not a big fan of crowds so, I figured that I'd just meet you at lunch," he said.

"I went to lunch and looked all over for you!" I told him.

"I was actually looking all over for you. When I finally did find you, you and Jeff were talking and you looked pretty upset. I didn't want to interrupt so, I sat somewhere else," Kurt said shyly.

"Oh," I said, quietly. We sat in silence for a moment. "I sang that song for you, Kurt," I said finally.

"I thought so…" Kurt said as he fiddled with his hands in his lap.

"You know, ever since I first laid eyes on you, I couldn't help but think 'He's beautiful,'" I said to him. He blushed. "No, really I did. I liked how perfect your hair was, your smile, and your eyes are just so captivating."

"Thank you," he whispered.

"Kurt, I want to be with you. I want to hold your hand while walking down the hallways like I did today, briefly. I want you to tell me when you're upset so I can try my best to make you feel better. I want to listen to your long winded rants about how you envision the next cover of Vogue to look like. I want to spend every day with you. I want to make you smile, and just make you happy. That's what I want. I want us to be happy…together. I want you to be happy. If you can't be happy with me, then, I hope that you do find happiness, Kurt."

That was it. That's all I could say without freaking him out. I didn't want to tell him that I secretly loved all those things about him. I didn't tell him that I love his voice, and I love the way he looked after a nap even though he hated it. I didn't tell him that I want to wake up to him being there. I hoped he understood that I did just want to be with him. I didn't want sex or anything like that. I just wanted him to want to be with me, too, and just be.

I looked over to see Kurt covering his face. He was so red, and so adorable. "Blaine, I—"

Someone, at that exact moment, started knocking on the door repeatedly.

"Come in!" Kurt yelled.

It was Wes. "Kurt, I brought a few things just for tonight. I'll get the rest later. I just need to be away for a while. Plus, I really wasn't paying attention in French today, and I thought I could just copy your notes."

"Okay," Kurt said. He let Wes in and he was carrying a duffle bag. He started to pull out sheets and a comforter. He stopped as soon as he saw me.

"Blaine!" he said, putting his things down in a rush. "What are you doing here?"

"I was just talking to Kurt," I told him.

"Oh, I'm sorry that I interrupted you two!" Wes said. "I could go."

"No, that's fine," I said. "I've got some work to do anyway." I stood up and headed for the door. "I'll see you two tomorrow," I said as I closed the door.

I headed straight to my room and collapsed on my bed. I yelled into my pillows. It's not fair! I was so close to getting an answer from him! I guess I'd have to wait until later. Well, from the looks of it, Wes was going to be camping out for the night so, we wouldn't have any alone time to talk.

My phone buzzed, and there was a text from Kurt.

We'll talk more tomorrow when Wes isn't around ;) –Kurt

I smiled, and put my phone back in my pocket. I guess, now, I waited. This was going to be a long night.