“Hey. Why are you so out of breath?” Rachel asked, amusement apparent in her voice. Kurt thought about his previous class and how just moments ago he had been mere inches from Blaine Anderson- Rachel’s brother. Kurt cleared his throat.

“No reason.”

“How was class? You had it with Blaine, right?” What, can she read minds now?

“Uh, yeah, I did. It was fine.” Rachel looked at Kurt like she expected him to say more, but Kurt looked away from her as if his feelings for Blaine were tattooed on his forehead. What those feelings were, he wasn’t entirely sure, but Kurt knew there was something about Blaine that made him crave the boy’s company.

“Speak of the devil,” Rachel said, her eyes locked on something down the hall. Kurt turned around and saw Blaine staring down the opposite way of the hall. Blaine looked gorgeous in his tight black shirt that accentuated his muscles and those bright red capri pants that would have looked grotesque on anyone else. Blaine’s affinity for gel should have also been a turnoff, but Kurt couldn’t help but be attracted to the other boy’s dark hair and the fantasy of what it’d be like to see it as a tangled mess. Blaine turned his head so he was looking down the path that Rachel and Kurt were and Kurt saw his puppy dog hazel eyes glance around confusedly. “He looks so lost,” Rachel said in a motherly tone.

Kurt watched Blaine with a pang of sadness. He wanted nothing more than to run up to Blaine and get him to smile that goofy smile of his that was oh-so-cute. But he couldn’t. For one, Kurt was seeing someone- if you consider a few coffee dates “seeing someone.” The other reason was that Kurt wasn’t sure if Blaine was gay or not. I mean sure, he wore tight capris and blared Katy Perry and Pink in his bedroom until ungodly hours in the night, but that didn’t mean that he was capital G gay. Kurt sighed inwardly. The things he would do to that boy…

“Are you coming?” Rachel asked, breaking Kurt’s train of thought.

“What?”

“I’m going to go show Blaine to his next class. You wanna come?” Kurt thought about it for a moment.

“No thanks. I just meet you guys at lunch.” Rachel looked at Kurt for a moment longer before saying a quick goodbye and running down the hall and causing a bigger scene than needed. Kurt watched the siblings with a slight smile on his face until he felt another presence near him.

With a surprised jump, Kurt looked beside him to find Finn, his stepbrother, standing there and staring at him. “Jesus,” Kurt muttered, clutching his chest, “you scared the hell out of me.”

“I know that look,” Finn said. Kurt gave his brother a strange look.

“What, sheer fright and terror?” Kurt joked.

“Look, I know I’m not the smartest guy around, but I know a little thing or two about people.” Kurt didn’t know what Finn was talking about, and felt a little uncomfortable with the way he was staring at him. Finn was a football player, the starting quarterback at McKinley High, and one of the most popular guys in school. No, Finn wasn’t the smartest guy in school, but he wasn’t dumb. Kurt looked at the boy quizzically, and Finn let out an annoyed huff.

“Either Rachel told you that you won that internship at Vogue, or you like someone. And judging by the way you were a minute ago, you’ve got it bad.” Kurt looked up at the boy, surprised by his deduction. Kurt didn’t give Finn enough credit. “So, who’s the guy?”

Kurt licked his lips, a nervous habit, before answering. “Non existent. There’s no guy and no internship. But thanks, for the morning downer.” Kurt felt a little guilty lying to his brother, but he wasn’t comfortable talking to Finn about a topic he wasn’t he even too sure about himself. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to be late to French.”

Kurt walked around Finn and continued down the hall until he reached the end. He was about the turn the corner when he saw a familiar frame going in the opposite direction with his head down, staring intently at the pink slip in his hands, headed straight for the girl locker room. Kurt smiled slightly and began after the boy.

Blaine kept walking, still not looking up and Kurt had to jog to catch up to him. He put a hand on his shoulder and Blaine whirled around. “Uh, hi,” Blaine said, obviously not expecting to see Kurt.

“Hey.” Blaine smiled awkwardly. “Don’t tell me we have second period together too,” said Blaine.

“Would that really be so bad?” Kurt asked and Blaine shook his head softly, his dorky smile growing on his cheeks and causing his face to glow.

“I guess it wouldn’t be unbearable.” Blaine turned and began to take a few more steps when Kurt reached out and grabbed his arm again.

“I have another question for you,” Kurt said and Blaine looked a little…nervous? That’s weird, Kurt thought. “Are you a woman?” Kurt asked dramatically. Blaine looked taken aback, absolutely not expecting that to come out of Kurt’s mouth.

“What?” Blaine asked blankly.

“Do you have a vagina?”

“What?” Blaine asked, clearly exasperated and beyond confused.

“Well, it’s either that or you’re a pervert, and I’d rather believe the first one.” Blaine reached up and scratched his forehead, reminding Kurt absently of an old cartoon.

“I’m not sure what game we’re playing.” Kurt placed a hand on Blaine’s shoulder and turned him toward the door at the end of the hall.

“That, my dear Blaine, is the girl’s locker room.” Blaine stared at the door.

“Huh, that’s weird. Are you sure?” Kurt gave Blaine a look.

“Do you doubt my knowledge?” Blaine gave a feigned expression of shock.

“I would never dream of it. I just- all my life I thought I was a girl. My whole world has been shaken.” Kurt smiled and moved his arm so it was wrapped around the other boy’s shoulders. He tried to ignore the butterflies flying rampant in his stomach.

“Come on, I’ll show you to your class,” said Kurt. “Wait, is that why you wanted to be Desdemona?”