"Hi Blaine," I hear Quinn say quietly from the doorway behind me.

            I don't bother to roll over so I'm facing her; I don't really want to talk to anyone right now. "Go away Quinn," I grumble into the pillow. "I just want to be alone."

            Much to my chagrin, the door clicks softly shut and the foot of the bed dips as Quinn sits down.

            "Just, hear me out. Please," she begs.

            "Why should I?" I ask. "I know I made a fool of myself in front of everyone last night. I would've told my father about all the wonderful sex I've had if Cooper hadn't stopped me, for Christ's sake. And Kurt has seen me with little to no clothes twice now. So just let me stew in my misery Quinn."

            She sighs before speaking. "You didn't make a fool of yourself," she says. "Sure you drank more than you probably should have, but everyone at that party knows what kind of relationship you have with your father; they know it's hard for you to be in the same room as him for too long."

            "Oh great," I groan. "So everybody just thinks I'm weak! Poor little Blainers can only deal with his asshole father when he gets smashed - and even then things don't go too well."

            "Would you quit feeling sorry for yourself?!"

            That question succeeds in rousing me. I open my eyes, roll over and sit up so that I can look at Quinn properly.

            "Excuse me?"

            She crosses her arms. "You heard me," she says. "We've been over this before Blaine, and we've gotten through this; you were just starting to feel better about yourself." Quinn reaches forward and curls her fingers around the hand I have resting on top of the covers. "So why the set back?"

            The sympathetic look and the caressing of her thumb break down the wall I had put up this morning, when I thought I'd only be dealing with Kurt today. I look down at my lap instead of into Quinn's face, and turn my hand so our fingers intertwine and squeeze her hand.

            "I'm pretty sure you know why," I mumble into my lap. "You always know, you and Cooper."

            "That doesn't mean I wouldn't like to hear the reason come out of your mouth, instead of just assuming I know the answer," Quinn whispers back.

            I turn my gaze on her, looking up through my eyelashes, sure the pain is clear. "Why do I keep falling for men who don't feel the same way about me?" I whisper, my voice cracking the more I talk.

            Quinn frowns slightly. "How do you know Kurt doesn't return your love?"

            I give a wet snort. "If he does he certainly has a funny way of showing it," I grumble.

            "Oh so bringing you breakfast, making you coffee, and making sure no one disturbs you when you asked him to aren't actions that show he cares for you?" Quinn asks sarcastically, brow raised.

            "I have to admit I was shocked when he agreed to do all that," I say, still in awe. "I've never seen Kurt be that nice to anyone before; it was nice for a change."

            "So do you think that, just maybe, he's doing all this for you because he does have feelings for you?"

            I shake my head immediately in denial. "Absolutely not. No way."

            Quinn sighs sadly again. "Why are you so blind?"

            I frown in confusion. "How do you mean?"

            "You have this great guy in front of you that clearly loves you, but you have your head so far up your own -"

            "Kurt does not love me, why do you -"

            "He told Rachel," she interrupts.

            I pause in shock. "What?"

            She takes a deep breath before continuing. "Kurt told Rachel what's really going on," she elaborates. When I start to open my mouth to speak Quinn holds her free hand up to stop me. "Now before you start bitching let me finish." I sit back a little and set my mouth in a grim line. "He told Rachel about the fake engagement - because he feels bad for doing this to you, for hurting you like this. Kurt loves you Blaine, just as much as you love him. And the sooner the two of you realize this, the happier you'll both be."

            I think about what Quinn just said before I speak, otherwise she'll bite my head off again. When I open my mouth again I talk slowly, thinking over the words as I say them.

"So what you're saying is that a guy, who can be both wonderful and infuriating at the same time, finally loves me as much as I love him, but we're both too blind and stubborn to see it and/or say anything to each other?" I ask carefully, my words slightly stilted.

"Yes," Quinn sighs out in exasperation. "That is exactly what is going on!"

"I want to believe you," I continue with a deep frown, my heart aching. "You know how fucking much I need this to be true - but I, I just can't accept it as truth until I hear the words from Kurt himself."

Her shoulders slump in defeat. "I was afraid you were going to say that..."

I smirk without humor, not bothering to respond as there is no need.

"Will you at least try talking to him?"

"You know the answer to that Quinn."

Her jaw sets as she grudgingly accepts that, before her eyes light up in determination.

"What if I found a way to show you that Kurt really does love you?" Quinn asks, the excitement level rising in her voice.

"And how, pray tell, would you do that?" I demand, skeptical. Quinn smirks. Oh dear, I think frightfully, Quinn's plotting another one of her evil schemes - once again revolved around me.

"Stay here," she orders as she backs toward the door, "I have to go get Cooper and Rachel. Then you shall see the truth."

My eyes widen involuntarily, and I gulp. Fuck, I was hoping she wouldn't include them.

"Really?" I ask, dumbfounded, Quinn as soon as she finishes recounting her chat with Blaine. "He's really willing to do this?"

Quinn rolls her eyes at me. "Come on Cooper, this is Blaine we're talking about here," she says like it should be obvious to me.

"Yeah..." I respond, still a little confused. "And Blaine's always the oblivious one..."

"Which is why he needs to hear Kurt say for himself that he returns his feelings," Quinn finishes the sentence for me, getting impatient. "Otherwise he won't believe us and he'll just continue on this track, thinking Kurt hates him or something."

I sigh, "Oh my brother is so very thick-headed."

Quinn smiles. "Which is why we're giving him, and Kurt, a little push here."

I nod and take a deep breath. "Alright," I say, letting the breath out. "How are we gonna do this?"

Rachel speaks up, surprisingly, for the first time, "I have an idea."

I turn to face her, resisting the urge to prematurely roll my eyes. "Do I want to hear this?"

Rachel says, very confidently as per usual, "Of course you do; it's a brilliant plan."

Well I hadn't thought of anything yet, so I guess I'd better hear her out, I think. And, I have to admit, she has been a great help with the Kurt half of this.

So I bite my tongue, give a brave smile, and brace myself for whatever no doubt ridiculous plan Rachel has come up with.

It's past midnight, so I try to walk quietly as I can into the attic so as not to wake Blaine. But it seems he was waiting up for me because the bedside lamp is on; he's wearing his glasses, and reading a book. When he hears me enter he glances up over his glasses - God why is that so fucking sexy?? - and he sets his book down on his lap.

I pause awkwardly in the doorway as he just stares up at me through those damned glasses, not saying a word. What is going on? Why is he staring at me; do I have something on my face?? I panic.

After a few minutes of that I can't take it any longer, so finally I speak. "Why are you staring at me?" I ask, going for my usual demanding tone, but only succeeding in sounding self-conscious. I grimace inwardly. Great Kurt, real becoming, let's make him think he should do just the opposite of what I want.

I swear I hear Blaine chuckle and see a laughing sparkle in his eyes, but then his hands move up to remove his glasses and block my view of his face. After he sets them down on the bedside table with his book, I expect him to answer my question, but he just goes back to his staring. I get the feeling he's examining my soul or something, so I start to fidget, trying to avoid meeting his eyes.

At last, at fucking last, he says something. "Why won't you look me in the eyes?" he asks, catching me off guard.

"Wh-what do you mean? Of co-course I look you in the eyes," I respond much too quickly, stumbling over my words.

This time he snorts at my words, but I don't have the heart to glare at him because I'm too busy trying to calm myself.

"Ho-honestly Blaine, I have no idea what you mean," I try again, this time getting up the courage to look him in the eyes while I speak, looking away as soon as the last word is out.

Blaine sighs in what appears to be annoyance, since I see him pinch the bridge of his nose out of the corner of my eye. "Please Kurt..." he mumbles. "Can we just stop this farce? I am so damn sick of it."

I gulp, afraid he's figured out my budding feelings for him. "And what farce would that be?" I force out.

I chance another glance at Blaine, and my heart just sinks a bit when I see something, some light die in his eyes before he shakes his head and gets out of bed, heading toward the doorway behind me.

"Just forget it," he mutters as he shoves past me, slamming the door shut behind him, making me jump.

What - what just happened? Did I just fuck up royally?

Why did I have to stare at him like that? I ask myself angrily as I shuffle my way downstairs. Why did I have to open my fucking mouth?

"I knew Quinn was wrong..." I sniffle, once again forcing back tears. "God," I groan quietly, "I've cried more these past few days than I have in the past year, after Jeremiah."

I shake my head rapidly to get rid of thoughts of the past, choosing instead to focus on the present predicament at hand. The only sure fire way I know to help deal with my enormous amount of feelings is through song, so I head toward the study and the piano - not an unfamiliar midnight haunt for me.

Once I reach it I sit upon the bench, lift the lid, and warm up my fingers still stiff from spending too much time out in the blizzard the other day. The ivory keys feel glorious beneath my fingers, much like a long lost friend. My eyes drift shut as I let go and just let the song flow through my fingers, my voice following shortly after.

"Something always brings me back to you. It never takes too long. No matter what I say or do, I'll still feel you here 'til the moment I'm gone," I sing, starting to become engrossed. "You hold me without touch. You keep me without chains. I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain."

Somehow singing makes me feel better, even though it's not the happiest song I've played. Granted, it's not the saddest one either...

The chorus I sing wholeheartedly, forgetting that it's way past midnight and everyone else is probably asleep. "Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity. Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be. But you're on to me and all over me."

My fingers stumble slightly as I get completely caught up in the emotion of the song, the emotion of the moment. I just push through it though, by now used to playing and singing when I'm at my most vulnerable.

"You loved me 'cause I'm fragile. When I thought that I was strong. But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone." My voice cracks on this stanza, as I recall my drunken night before, when I asked Kurt to cuddle with me.

I sing through the chorus again, my heart thudding sporadically in my ears, tears now streaming calmly down my face.

"I live here on my knees as I try to make you see that you're everything I think I need here on the ground. But you're neither friend nor foe though I can't seem to let you go," I sing the last stanza, thinking of the whole day; thinking of the fact that Kurt was so sweet and kind while I was in my hung-over state. "The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down. You're on to me, on to me, and all over... Something always brings me back to you. It never takes too long."

As soon as I sing and play the last notes, my final reserves fall and I collapse forward onto the piano, sobs ripping through my throat. I'm so lost in despair I don't even care that I'm not treating the piano kindly, or that there's a small chance someone could walk in on me. In fact multiple someones do, and they're just the people I need right now: Cooper and Quinn.

"Shh sweetie shhh," Quinn says in a soothing whisper, stroking her fingers through my curls while I clutch at Cooper, my tears soaking through his sweater.

I stand slightly to the side of the doorway, watching Quinn and Cooper comfort Blaine after his beautiful rendition of "Gravity".

"I - I never knew he was so..." is the first thing I say, shocked at his talent and aghast at the sheer emotion.

Rachel hums in acknowledgment. "Yeah, he could have gone professional or Broadway, but he decided on fashion instead," she explains.

"The power, the emotion," I mutter. "Did - did I do that?" I ask, not expecting an answer.

Rachel, surprisingly, does stay silent.

"I - Why - How didn't I -" I'm at a loss for words. There's just this feeling in my chest, like my heart is breaking for Blaine, while at the both my heart and mind demand of me how I could do this; how I could break someone as incredibly beautiful as Blaine.

The despair must have shown on my face because next I know Rachel places her hand on my cheek and turns my head so I'm facing her.

"You can fix this," she says earnestly. "You can make this up to him."

"How?" I demand, my voice cracking.

She smiles sadly. "You'll see," she says. "Quinn, Cooper, and I will help you."

I look up from kissing the top of Blaine's head affectionately and rubbing his back soothingly, and meet Kurt's eyes - and see the guilt and utter despair there. When he notices that our eyes have met his expression changes; all of a sudden I see determination there - and I take that as a good sign.