So now it was Saturday, Kurt arrived at Steak 'n Shake with Dave and was instantly showed to a nice two-seat table. They got their menus and Kurt ordered a simple burger followed by a hot fudge sundae.

Just when Kurt got his sundae, the door opened and in came a loud group. Kurt looked over, and felt instant disappointment- it was the T-Birds. He frowned as he caught Blaine's eye. He looked away and took a few bites from his sundae before he grew tired of the song that was playing and slid out of his chair, getting to his feet.

"I'm going to put on a new song. Any requests?" asked Kurt as he adjusted the jacket on his shoulders.

Dave smiled and shook his head. "Choose whatever you want."

Dave was indeed handsome. He was tall, built on muscle, had a very charming smile, kind brown eyes, pale skin that Kurt assumed was the kind of skin that never tanned, and had wavy brown hair. In any definition, he was the ideal boyfriend in high school. But still, Kurt felt like there was a whole bunch he was still missing.

Kurt slid to his feet and eyed the juke box by the bar. His only dilemma was he had to pass the T-Bird's table to get to the juke box. Sighing, he toughened up and passed, having to tell the T-Birds to put their feet down so he could pass. When he got to the juke box, he watched Blaine from the corner of his eyes. Blaine came over and sat at the bar, turning his head every so often to glance at Kurt, who tried focusing on the titles of songs he was reading before him.

And then Blaine came over. "Hey Kurt," he greeted in a low and wary voice.

"Hi Blaine," Kurt said in a voice as cheery as he could muster, even though his heart was aching with Blaine's nearness.

"How are you?"

"Fine. You?"

"Great. Hey listen, I'm sorry about the other night…"

Kurt decided to act oblivious. "The other night? Oh, yes. I almost forgot about it. It's fine."

Blaine sighed. "Kurt, don't be that way."

"Be like what?"

"I was a jerk!"

Kurt looked up and over at Dave. "Yeah. That's why I like Dave. He's sensible and thoughtful. He's himself around me." Dave looked over and Kurt waved with a big smile. Dave waved warily, his eyes going to Blaine.

Blaine sighed.

"Talk to you later!" Kurt chirped as he switched to 'Build Me Up' and walked away, leaving Blaine standing there with a frown and disappointment running through him.

I.

Blaine flicked his cigarette away, staring out at the student parking lot. "'Ay, I need you guys' help."

The T-Birds stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Blaine, a questioning look on all of their faces.

"I need to try and get Kurt back. Any suggestions?"

Sam, Artie, and Finn broke out in a fit of laughter, but Puck slapped them upside the back of their heads and walked over to Blaine, cigarette still in his mouth. "You serious?"

Blaine nodded his head.

"Gee, I don't know. Become athletic?" Artie asked.

"Yeah, I mean, isn't his new boyfriend, Karofsky, athletic?" chimed in Finn.

Blaine took their words seriously, even though it was obvious Blaine wasn't one to be athletic. He never was. But it was a chance he was willing to take. Anything to get Kurt back, to the way it was before - if that was even possible.

So when the bell rang, Blaine pranced into school determined, ignoring the calls from the Pink Ladies. After school, he went straight to the gym where he found Coach Bieste, asking to help him out. Coach Bieste was thrilled and told him he had to lose the shades, smoking habit, and the uncomfortable clothes.

After trying a slew of different things out - baseball, football, basketball, gymnastics, wrestling, fight club - Blaine had found himself happy with the fight club. Coach told him he had good arms, which made him good at punching the red bags that hung from the ceiling in the locker room around. But Coach Bieste told him that in order to be in Fight Club, he'd have to be participate in track to help keep him in shape. So Blaine agreed.

Another week passed and it was Monday, after school. Blaine had changed into his sweats and headed out to the track and field. While the football players were practicing, the track runners were as well. So Blaine fell in stride with them, running around the track as much as he could.

There in the bleachers of the Home side, Blaine saw Kurt, who was giggling in his Cheerios uniform, brushing a hand through Dave's curls. So he picked up speed and passed them, earning curious glances from them both.

Blaine was going too fast - out of control. He wasn't used to it, which caused his feet to falter and his body to trip forward, skidding in the track's dirt.

"Blaine!" he heard Kurt yell.

He stood there, sighing as he forced himself to his feet. He was fine, only his cheek and palms stung. He heard footsteps behind him.

"Blaine, are you alright?" Kurt asked once he got to Blaine.

Blaine sighed, and began walking, ignoring Kurt.

"Blaine, please talk to me!"

He said nothing.

"At least talk to me after what you've done!"

"What I've - Kurt, I said I was sorry-"

A big smile broke on Kurt's face, giggling. "Got you to talk!"

Blaine rolled his eyes. He had to admit it, that was pretty cute.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's arm, causing him to stop. Blaine turned and looked at Kurt, a puzzled expression on his face. Oh no. What's he gonna say now?

"Look. Blaine, I'm willing to give you another chance. Take me to the movies Friday?"

Blaine furrowed his eyebrows. "What about your bird-brain football player of a boyfriend over there?" Blaine asked as he motioned his head over to Dave.

Kurt sighed. "It's not working out with him. I'm trying and I just don't have feeling for him. I still…nah forget it. So pick me up Friday at seven?"

Blaine couldn't help but give a small smile. "Yeah, okay."

II.

The big screen was playing 'South Pacific' as Kurt sat in the passenger seat of Blaine's car. Blaine had put the hood back so it could be easier for them to watch the movie. During the first ten minutes, Kurt had sat with his arms crossed over his chest and Blaine just looking at the screen with a set jaw. The next ten minutes, Blaine had managed to put his arm around Kurt. Seeing that Kurt didn't pull away, he then moved to kiss him. And shockingly, Kurt quickly pulled back after a second of him kissing back.

"We can't do this, Blaine."

"What do you mean we can't do this?" asked Blaine with a confused expression. "You kissed back! I know you want to kiss me."

Kurt sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, putting his hands to Blaine's chest and slightly pushing him away. "Blaine. Don't be like this," was all he could say.

Blaine shook his head. "God dammit, Kurt. I know you want to kiss me!" He hissed as he suddenly moved forward and forced his lips on Kurt's. Once again, Kurt kissed back, but just as Kurt was about to pull away, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt and held him close, tightly. Kurt made sounds of both whimpers and a negative 'no' sound as he struggled in Blaine's arms.

Blaine made the mistake of letting one arm loose and going down to palm Kurt through his jeans because Kurt jerked away and slapped Blaine, causing him to let go. Kurt quickly got out of the car, slamming the door shut. "What the hell happened to you, Blaine!" Kurt shouted as he quickly turned around and began walking away.

"C'mon, Kurt! How're you gonna get home?" Blaine called after him, thinking he caught Kurt mumbling 'perv'.

Kurt felt so disappointed in Blaine, and his heart ached. How could Blaine be so forward like that? He was so unbelievable. But most of all, Kurt felt so confused. He liked what was happening, but he had to keep repeating to himself, "I must respect myself." So, relaxed at the sight, he spotted Santana and Brittany exiting the main building where the bathrooms and concession stand was for the movies. So Kurt quickly approached them. They froze when they saw him, their eyes looking at Kurt with a puzzled expression.

"Kurt? You okay?" asked Santana in a slightly concerned tone.

Kurt shook his head, letting out a shaky sigh. "Can…can I ride home with you girls?"

Brittany nodded her head. "Yeah. Sure. What happened?"

"Blaine," Kurt mumbled.

Santana slowly nodded her head. "Go with Brittany to the other girls. I have to…go find Puck," Santana said.

Kurt nodded as Brittany wrapped an arm around him and they walked towards the pink car a few cars away where Rachel was sitting on the hood of the car while Mercedes was pulling her purse out of the backseat. They saw him and smiled, welcoming him.

Santana, on the other hand, lied. With Blaine's car in sight, her big red heels clicked against the gravel flawlessly as she neared to him. Blaine sat in the driver's seat, looking exhausted and frustrated. Without permission, Santana opened the front seat's door and got in.

Blaine stiffened as he looked at Santana. "'Tana? What the hell-"

"Listen here, Anderson," Santana started as she put her hand up, motioning for him to shut up. "You and Kurt? Never gonna work out. You know that. It's obvious. And besides, you and I would make a much better couple."

Blaine was looking at Santana like she was crazy. "What the…Santana! I'm gay! What in the world would make you think I'd date you?"

Santana looked at him, her expression unreadable. "The fact that I'm gay too."

Blaine's mouth dropped open. "I won't be your beard."

Santana rolled her eyes. "Watch it, Anderson. Just think about it. It's me or the single life. Kurt's off limit. And besides, he isn't even a Pink Lady."

"Why do you need me to be your beard?" Blaine questioned.

Blaine saw a flash of worry in Santana's glossy brown eyes.

And then it dawned in on him. "Is someone…is there someone you know who's against people being gay?"

Santana didn't say anything. Instead, Blaine watched as Santana struggled to keep composure. Before a tear escaped, Santana got out of the car before she turned to Blaine, nearly crying. "Kurt isn't a Pink Lady. You're not allowed to date him as far as I know about the T-Birds' rules. You either date me like we're supposed to or you'll get kicked out of the T-Birds," Santana said as she pointed a perfectly manicured finger at Blaine before turning around and walking away, softly sobbing as she hurried towards the bathrooms.

Blaine sat there, a shocked expression on his face. Santana was so right. But…Blaine stiffened and sat straight up, looking around the drive-in.

I don't need the T-Birds. I'm tired of being someone I'm not. I want Kurt to be my boyfriend. Let them kick me out, he thought as he sighed and suddenly felt so restless. Tomorrow. When he sees the boys, he'll tell them exactly what he wants. And he'll be ready for the let-down. I'm ready to be myself again.