“So you’re gay, huh?” Puck said bluntly. Blaine’s footsteps faltered before he caught himself and continued walking to a seat in the second row of chairs. Puckerman continued to follow him and sat down in a seat behind him. Blaine kept his eyes forward as Puck leaned in and whispered in Blaine’s ear. “It’s cool if you are. I mean, more babes for me.” Blaine tried to keep himself composed as the other Glee Club members filed into the room. “Have you ever slept with a girl before?” Puck continued. “Is that how you knew you were gay?” Blaine clenched his fist and his eyes darted subconsciously to the door.

Kurt was walking in with Rachel and they were laughing as they took their seats in the front row. “Are you and Kurt doing it?” Puck asked, obviously noticing Blaine’s staring. This seemed to make Blaine crack.

“No!” Blaine yelled, and suddenly every eye in the room was on him. Blaine huffed and glared at the white board in front of the room. Only two more hours until you’re meeting the guys. You can make it, Blaine. Just two hours.

“So how do you plan to get into those bedazzled skinny jeans?” Blaine tried to steady his breathing and keep himself from exploding again but Puck was making it so hard. “Just a tip, I overheard him telling Rachel once that he has this fantasy about-”

“Seriously, dude, I’m about to punch you in the face,” Blaine said through clenched teeth, but Puck didn’t quite hear him.

“-in a tree house, and there’s blankets everywhere-”

Blaine swivels in his chair so he’s facing Noah. “Puckerman, I swear to God, I-”

“Alright,” Mr. Schue said with a clap of his hands as he enters the classroom. “This week’s assignment is about feelings,” Mr. Schue said as he wrote the word on the white board. “So, think about how you’re truly feeling at this moment in your life, really try to pinpoint it, and choose a song that best represents that feeling to sing in front of the class.”

Blaine raised his hand and Mr. Schue called on him excitedly. “Can we sing our song now if we already have one in mind?”

“Sure thing, Blaine.”

“Oh, Mr. Schuester! Can I go first?” Kurt asked, jumping in his seat.

“Kurt, Blaine already asked-”

“I’m sure he won’t mind,” Kurt said. “Besides, he’s going to love the song I’ve chosen.” Kurt looked back at Blaine and oh, if looks could kill.

“I don’t mind,” Blaine said nonchalantly. Kurt gave him a false smile before jumping up in front of the room and taking his place beside the large black piano in the front of the room. “Should I be scared?” Blaine whispered to no one in particular.

“Oh yeah,” Puck said, his voice a mixture of sympathy and amusement. Kurt cleared his throat and looked at the small crowd before him. A soft melody began to play and soon enough, Kurt’s angelic voice was filling the small choir room and Blaine’s eyes were wide as he heard the words that spoke Kurt’s feelings.

“Your fingertips across my skin, the palm trees swaying in the wind. Images. You sang me Spanish lullabies, the sweetest sadness in your eyes. Clever trick.” Kurt looked at Blaine as he sung and Blaine felt a pain in his chest. “But I never want to see you unhappy. I thought you’d want the same for me.” Blaine felt eyes on him again, but he was too frozen to meet any of their gazes.

“What the hell did you do?” Puck whispered in his ear, and all Blaine could do was sit there. What had he done? The last time Blaine checked, Kurt was the one who left in a hurry, not Blaine. Kurt had absolutely no reason to be this upset with Blaine, or at all for that matter. Then why do I feel like I just ran over a puppy?

“Goodbye my almost lover. Goodbye my hopeless dream. I’m trying not to think about you; can’t you just let me be?” Blaine felt a hand pat him on the back and Santana let out a low whistle. “So long my luckless romance, my back is turned on you. Should’ve known you’d bring me heartache. Almost lovers always do.”

Blaine sat there, his mouth agape, unable to peel his eyes away from Kurt, but wanting nothing more than to run out of the room and be away from Kurt’s torturous song. Was this really how Kurt was feeling? “I cannot go to the ocean. I cannot drive the streets at night. I cannot wake up in the morning without you on my mind. So you’re gone and I’m haunted. And I bet you were just fine. Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life?”

Blaine had to use all his strength not to get up and run to Kurt and throw his arms around the boy. “I should’ve known you’d bring me heartache. Almost lovers always do,” Kurt finished, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, and he turned and walked out of the room before any of them could fall. Blaine watched as Kurt’s figure fled from the room and sat there for a moment longer before getting up and running after him.

When Blaine was in the hallway, he looked around for Kurt, but he couldn’t see him in either direction. That’s when he heard a loud crash coming from around the corner. Blaine ran quickly towards the noise and found Kurt shoved up against a locker, two football players towering over him. “Why you crying, Lady?” one of them asked, laughing with his friend. “Your boyfriend break up with you?”

“Probably found out you were a dude and ran before he could catch the gay,” the other one said and Blaine felt a fire ignite in his bones.

“Hey,” he shouted, and the three of them looked at Blaine with confused expressions. “Leave Kurt alone.” The two football players looked at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“Wow, Hummel, didn’t know you had Hobbits fight your battles these days,” the one on the right said.

“Yeah, kid, go home before you get hurt,” the other said, turning his attention back to Kurt.

“I said, leave him alone,” Blaine said again, his voice dripping with venom. One of the football players turned to Blaine and moved to take a step in his direction, when the other boy held out his hand.

“I got this one, Dave,” he said and made his way toward Blaine. Please take a swing at me so I can rip your head off. “It’s cute that you think you can fight. It's like a little puppy with a chew toy." Wait till he makes the first move, Blaine. The boy smiled at Blaine. “This should be fun.” Couldn’t agree more.

The boy pulled back his fist and threw it at Blaine with all the force he could, and Blaine dodged it easily, causing the bigger boy’s first to collide with the locker. Blaine’s face broke into an ugly grin. “Now, here’s where the fun really begins.” While the other boy was still whining about his hand, Blaine punched him in the jaw. The guy’s face whipped to the other side and he stumbled a little before looking at Blaine like a bull about to charge. Come on, big boy. The boy ran at Blaine with his arms out and Blaine moved to sidestep out of the way, but he saw a second off, causing the two boys to topple to the ground.

“Azimio, you good?” Dave asked, his voice sounding distance and Blaine turned his head as Azimio’s hand was about punch his eye. Blaine tried to flip himself so he was on top, but Azimio was too big and Blaine couldn’t budge him. Blaine changed his tactic and thrust his knee up as hard as he could, but it didn’t do much. Azimio’s face was contorted with rage, as Blaine imagined his was as well, but he looked like he was immune to Blaine’s blows.

Blaine freed one of his hands and cupped it before slamming it against Azimio’s ear. The bigger boy cried out in pain and rolled off Blaine. Blaine quickly climbed onto Azimio and pulled back his fist when suddenly he was being hauled up off him. For a second, Blaine was getting ready to swing back his elbow when he heard Sam speaking in his ear. “We’ve got it from here.” Sam let go of Blaine and lightly pushed him away. Blaine began to argue, but Sam shook his head and motioned behind Blaine. Blaine turned and saw Kurt standing there looking shocked.

“Kurt, oh my God, are you okay?” Blaine asked as he rushed over to him and placed a hand on his upper arm. “Are you hurt?” Kurt let out an exasperated laugh.

“Are you?”

“Kurt, I-”

“Come with me,” Kurt said and took Blaine’s hand in his before Blaine could answer. He began to drag Blaine down the hall.

“Kurt, are you sure you’re-” Kurt shushed him and continued to pull him until they ended up in a small, eerily white room. There was a counter along one side of the room and a bed in the corner; the nurse’s office.

“Sit down,” Kurt said and Blaine complied, keeping his eyes on Kurt as he rummaged through the bottles and jars. He walked over to Blaine a few moments later and told him to relax and lay back. Blaine once again did as he was told. Kurt sat down on the edge of the bed. “This might sting a little,” Kurt warned and Blaine opened his mouth to say something when suddenly he was whimpering. Kurt gave him an apologetic smile and continued to dab delicately at Blaine’s forehead. “Thank you,” Kurt said after a while.

“Don’t,” Blaine said in a voice the made Kurt lower his hand and look Blaine in the eyes. “Don’t thank me for being a human being.” Kurt offered him a sad smile.

“Believe it or not, most people would have turned and walked away- pretended they didn’t see anything.” Blaine reached over and placed a hand over Kurt’s. Kurt looked down at their hands before cupping his around Blaine’s. “So, thank you.” Silence filled the room once again.

“Kurt?” Kurt looked up at Blaine and waited for him to continue. “You’re song?” he said simply and Kurt wet his lips, making it even harder for Blaine to look away from his perfectly sculpted mouth. Kurt looked away, toward the other side of the room.

“Look, I…I get it. It was just a thing that happened. We were drunk and it didn’t mean anything.” Ouch.

“I mean, I guess if that’s how you feel about it. God, I feel like such an ass. I’m sorry,” Blaine said, trying to make things between Kurt and himself without letting Kurt see how much this pained him.

“Wait, what? No. That’s how you feel about it.” Blaine raised a brow at Kurt.

“Who the hell told you that?”

“You did? When you started ignoring me the next day?”

“Ignoring you? I came out of the bathroom and all I hear is your car pulling out of the driveway. How the hell do you think that made me feel?”

“You wouldn’t even look at me!”

“Because you scare me, Kurt,” Blaine said, and Kurt gave Blaine a weird look. Okay, maybe those weren’t the right words. “I’ve never had a boyfriend before, or been in any relationship for that matter. And then you appear, coming over all the time and having sleepovers with Rachel every fucking weekend. And have you ever seen yourself in your pjs?” Kurt smiled then.

“What about you, Mr. I Like To Walk Around the House in Just My Briefs? Do you realize how difficult it is to see that and then continue to peacefully watch Chicago? That’s hard, Blaine.” Blaine smirked at Kurt’s innuendo.

“Then why did you leave?” he asked. His confidence was boosting and he was feeling more comfortable around Kurt.

“Because I thought that you regretted it.” Blaine shook his head, unable to believe such a ridiculous notion. Blaine then thought of another question.

“What exactly was ‘it?’”

“What do you remember?” Kurt asked, a sly smile growing on his face. Blaine reached out his free hand and lightly touched Kurt’s lips.

“I definitely remember those.” Blaine slipped his hand out of Kurt’s and propped himself up on his elbow. He placed his other hand on Kurt’s cheek and leaned in, planting a soft kiss on Kurt’s lips. Kurt pulled back a minute later.

“What do you think happened?”

“Is it safe to say we slept together?”

“In the literal sense, yes.” Blaine let his head fall back and he closed his eyes.

“Kurt,” he whined. Kurt laughed slightly put his hands on Blaine’s cheeks, drawing his head forward again. A second later Blaine’s lips were once again on Kurt’s, and Blaine put his hands on Kurt’s waist before pulling the boy on top of him and lying back on the bed.

Blaine’s phone vibrated in his pocket, and he tried to ignore it, but it kept shaking. “You want to get that?” Kurt asked, as he pulled away.

“Not particularly,” Blaine grumbled. Kurt smiled and stuck in hand in Blaine’s pocket, causing Blaine to freeze and he hoped that Kurt couldn’t feel the hard on that was growing in his pants just beneath the other boy. Kurt pulled out Blaine’s phone, answered it, and suddenly a million voices erupted in the silence. One voice was louder than the others.

“Blaine, are you on your way?” Blaine slumped down into the small bed and sighed dramatically.

“Blaine’s not here,” he said softly and Kurt glanced at him.

“You have reached the voice mail of,” Kurt began and poked Blaine in the side.

“Blaine Anderson,” he said in a cheery voice and Kurt tried not to laugh.

“He is not here to take your call. Please leave a message after the tone.” Kurt then made a noise like a long beep and just as the boys on the phone were going to leave a message, Blaine reached forward and ended the call. He quickly shut off the phone and tossed it onto the counter beside the bed. Kurt smiled at Blaine and leaned forward to kiss him once more.