I sat straight up in bed, feeling a few sweat drops falling down from my head -ew-. I tried to calm myself down, telling myself it was just a dream.
But somehow it had seemed so real, and it had been extremely scary.

It was a few hours later before I fell back asleep, still feeling a little bit uncomfortable.

After that, the dream came back every night. Not once did it change, every single time he left me standing there, alone. I didn't sleep very well and to my annoyance it was starting to show. I tried to hide the bags under my eyes with concealer and I tried to take a nap after school, but sometimes even then the dream would came to bother me.

The month after the accident was terrible, embarrassing and awkward. Jeff and Nick kept trying to cheer me up, Mercedes and Tina tried to get me talking or take my mind of the accident, but for some reason that just reminded me.

I had a few more encounters with Karofsky, but for some reason he never tried to hurt me again, or at least not yet..

I was also extremely jumpy at everything, every time someone would close their locker I would flinch, every time someone called my name I cringed and when I walked around a corner my heart always started to beat faster.

A few people asked me about what happened, of course I hadn't told them about Karofsky, knowing it might have more consequences for me anyway.
What I did tell them was how Blaine had taken me to the hospital, I didn't know if I did it to annoy him, but I didn't tell them how weird it had been.

But for some reason people only seemed to bug me, Blaine was never once being stopped in the hallway, no one talked to him, just as usual.

The Andersons were sitting at their table, as usual. They probably must have felt my gaze but no one looked my way, and especially not Blaine.

During class he would sit away from me as far as was possible, it was as if he didn't even notice my existence. Sometimes the angry look would spread across his face, his fist clenching again, his skin seeming even whiter.

The idea that he might have wished he had just let them beat me up never left me. What if he really regretted helping me? That would explain the way he was acting now, I sighed, for some twisted reason that really got to me.

I really wanted to talk to him, ask him if what I thought was true, if he really regretted it. I tried once, the day after the accident. The last time we spoke had been in the hospital, where he had looked at me with that strange, sad expression. I was still a little bit annoyed with the fact he hadn't answered my question but I just needed to know.

When I walked towards my usual seat, he was already sitting their. His chair as far away from the empty one next to him. I sat down, expecting him to look my way or at least notice my presence, but he never did.

"Hi, Blaine" I said, friendly, trying not to start of angry.

He turned his head and glanced at me for a few seconds with a somewhat confused expression, then his mask reappeared, he nodded and turned back around.

That was the last time we, well I, had actually talked to him. Every single time we would sit there, only a few inches away from each other, but never speaking.

Sometimes I couldn't help myself and I looked his way, in the hallways, at the parking lot, at the cafeteria but never, not once, in Biology. If he didn't want to
acknowledge me, fine, I wouldn't try to make him talk to me.

I wasn't happy, the feeling never quit bothering me and my dream never went away.

My mom, knowing how I was, kept calling me when she noticed something wasn't entirely right. Of course I had lied to her, reassuring her I was fine because I didn't want her to worry about me, she needed to focus. It was comforting in some way, talking to my mother, she understood me like no one could and even though I couldn't tell her much she still cheered me up, even if it was just a little bit.

Mercedes and Tina were both gossiping about the upcoming school dance, talking about who they should ask to go with. It was one of those stupid dances where the girls had to ask the boys, not even thinking boys might want to ask boys, not that it mattered because I wasn't going anyway.

They kept asking me if I wanted to go with them, they said we could all go together. But I refused, I'd rather spent my night another pitying way.

Tina walked with me to Biology, as always, she was asking my opinion about a boy who had asked her to the dance. (even though girls should ask boys)

She didn't go to her seat but instead leaned on my table. I sat down and I knew he was already sitting there, but as usual he was sitting as far away as he could pretending I wasn't there.

"Kurt, you're really not going?" Tina asked, sounding a little bit disappointed.

"No, Tina, I can think of better ways to spend my night instead of going to a dance where I will stand alone the entire evening, thank you."

She sighed, "you wouldn't be alone, we could all dance with you." She said, hopeful.

"Tina, really, I don't even feel like going," in my mind I directed that to Blaine, blaming him for it. "Plus, I've already got plans that weekend," I had been planning to go and suddenly this seemed like the perfect time.

"And you can't go an other weekend?" She asked, sounding a bit confused.

"I'm sorry, I really need to go to Seattle." I explained, not telling her that it wasn't really that important.

"Okay, well let me know if you change your mind." She walked away to her seat, smiling as she sat down.

Mr. Banner started the lecture, talking about something I already knew, again. I closed my eyes a few seconds and sighed, when I reopened them I felt a little bit
shocked, as I saw that Blaine was looking at me, curious, but the look of anger still there.

I expected him to turn away immediately, but he didn't, he just hold my gaze. I had no intentions to look away, surprised that he wasn't and kept looking at him. I don't know why but suddenly I found my hands shaking.

"Mr. Anderson?" the teacher had apparently asked a question, I blushed, totally not have heard anything he had said.

"The Krebcyclus," he answered, apparently he had heard the question. He seemed a little bit disappointed to advert his gaze, somehow that confused me again.

I had no idea why this got to me so much, but then again what else was new when it was about Blaine. It annoyed me that he had such impact on me, that what he did always seemed to influence me.

When the bell rang I started to pack my stuff, I ignored him, expecting him to ignore me as well, we always did.

"Kurt?" His voice sounded so familiar, so beautiful, -sigh, not this again-.

I turned around, facing him, almost losing my self control as I saw he was actually looking at me

"You do realize you're talking to me now, right?" I said snappy, trying to not let his beauty distract me this time.

His lips seemed to curl into a small smile, he was still looking at me.

"I am, aren't I?" it was sounding honestly confused, as if he had no idea why.

I briefly closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on really saying what I meant this time.

"What do you want, Blaine?" I was glad my voice didn't sound weak anymore, I just had to confront him.

"For you to forgive me." He sounded so sincere. "I know I've been acting a little rude, but.. well it's just better this way."

I had no idea if this was seriously happening. I was about to go all snappy on him and then he apologized? But I wasn't about to let his apology go unheard.

"What exactly are you sorry for?" It didn't sound as confident as I had wanted it to

"Look, it's just.. it's better if we're not friends," he explained, sounding a bit confused himself. "Just, just trust me."

"And why exactly should I do that? Also, maybe you should have thought about that a little earlier." It wasn't just snappy anymore, I was really angry.

"Maybe then, you could have saved yourself all the regret!" I had wanted to ask him in a different way, but it seemed like everything of the past month just exploded and I just had to tell him right now.

"Regret?" It sounded confused and a little bit taken aback, "what regret?"

I rolled my eyes, as if that wasn't obvious. "Regret, that you pulled those bullies away from me, regret, that you didn't help them or just walked away!"

By now his mouth was literally hanging open, "you think I regret shoving them away, and helping you?" His voice was pure disbelief by now.

I was a little bit confused, but remembered how this had been bothering me for god knows how long. "I know you do!"

"You don't know anything!" He was sounding extremely angry, conflict visible in his eyes.

I clenched my teeth together, he was being so intolerable. I didn't think that he would actually admit it so I grabbed my stuff and walked out of the door without looking around.

P.E was just terrible. I couldn't focus and every time I had to try my best to avoid tripping and avoid being in the way.

When I was walking towards my car I almost had a heart attack when I saw people standing there, luckily it was just Nick and Jeff, I sighed in relief.

"Hi, guys." I said when I was within hearing distance.

They turned to me, looking excited, "Kurt!"

"Oh god, you're not here to trick me into going to the dance are you?" I asked, looking suspiciously at them.

Two equally evil grins spread across their faces and I narrowed my eyes at them.

"Kuuuurt," Jeff said, "you have to!"

"What is it with you people wanting me to go? It's just a stupid school dance?"

Jeff and Nick stared at me with faked hurt, "Kurt, may we remind you that this 'stupid school dance' you are talking about is organized by us?" Nick said.

"Guys, I'm not going." I really wasn't planning on going, that would be just sad.

"But-"

I looked at them, warning them with my glance.

Nick sighed, "well there's always prom.."

Jeff's grin turned wider, "yes.. prom."

I lifted my eyebrow, what were these two planning?

"Okay, bye Kurt!" Suddenly they ran of in the direction of their cars.

I looked after them, what had just happened? Wait, since when was I going to prom? I sighed, I would have to have a word with these two.

I heard a soft snicker and I looked up to see Blaine walking past the front of my car, not looking at me, but the sound had definitely come from him.

I opened the door to my car, my mood immediately darkened again. I drove away from my parking spot, I saw Blaine was already sitting in his car, he was only two parking placed further than me.

Then he swiftly moved his car out of the parking spot and stopped in the middle of the way out, I saw his family walking towards the car, apparently he had decided to wait for them, in the middle of the road.

I sighed in annoyance, I considered if I should 'incidentally' bump my car into his, but there were way too many people by now.

After a while there was a huge row of cars behind him, the Andersons could have been walking in slow motion because they were still on their way to the car, not even hurrying despite the huge row.

Finally they were getting into the Volvo. I saw that Blaine's eyes were directed to me through his rear view mirror, I quickly adverted my gaze, thinking back to our conversation.

I was about to 'incidentally' hit his car when they raced off, I cursed him under my breath. The rest of the way home I was thinking of how annoying Blaine could be.

When I came home I saw that Finn had decided to destruct the home by kicking his muddy shoes somewhere in the middle of the house and his coat over the couch, his schoolbag on the floor and his filthy sportswear whirling around, almost everywhere.

"Oh my god, Finn where are you?" I shouted, directing it upstairs where Finn was probably hiding.

"Up here!" Finn yelled from, indeed, his room upstairs.

I sighed, deciding I'd better go upstairs and ask him why the hell the house was such a mess.

When I entered his room I almost got a heart attack, it was even worse than downstairs, way worse.

"Finn!"

There were clothes everywhere, his closet was open nothing even lying neatly on the shelves or hanging on the hangers. The content of his closet seemed to be sprawled around on his bed and on the floor. Between the, -hopefully clean-, clothes were books, video games, food -ew- and here and there was a ..

Finn looked up, looking a tad stressed. I raised one eyebrow at the obvious mess.

"Dude! I lost Rachel's necklace!" He said, as if it was the obvious reason for this mess.

"Wait, what? Why did you even have that?"

"She asked me if I wanted to hold onto it while she was away for the weekend.."

"Why would you even.. never mind," I sighed. "Where did you last see it?"

"Umm- while I was watching the game Saturday, I was eating chips and," he paused, looking shocked, "you don't think I ate it do you?"

I rolled my eyes, "Finn, I don't think you ate it. Even though I know you could, because you eat like an animal, no offense, but you do. But you probably dropped it somewhere.

Finn seemed to look a little relieved, "yeah, right, okay."

"Just.. clean your room and maybe then you'll find it, I'll look downstairs."

He showed his goofy, one-sided grin, "really? Thanks little bro!"

"I'm not little, Finn." I said glaring at him.

"Yeah, but you're still tinier than me." he poked out his tongue.

I rolled my eyes at him and went downstairs, not planning on staying in this mess.

I cleaned the mess downstairs, knowing Carole would probably kill Finn if she saw this.

After that I went to my room, sighing contently at the tidiness which was my room.

When I was almost done with my homework the phone rang, it was Mercedes. She had asked Sam, a tall blonde guy from the basketball team, to the dance and he had said yes.

We talked about him, and the fact I was absolutely sure he dyed his hair, -seriously! No one's hair was that light blonde-, until Burt and Carole came home.

During dinner we talked about our days, as always. I decided to ask Carole and Burt if I could go to Seattle, hoping Finn wasn't paying attention to me but rather to his food.

"Dad?" I asked.

"Kurt?"

"Erm- I was wondering, can I go to Seattle next weekend?" I didn't really want to ask him permission since I really needed to go, but I decided that wouldn't be smart.

"Why's that?" he asked, sounding a little surprised.

"Well it's high time that I buy some new clothes, also I have read all my books more than twice and I can't really get what I want here so I thought I'd go to Seattle."

"Well with that pick-up you won't come very far." He stated.

"Yeah, I figured I'd stop in Monsano, Olympia and Tacoma if I have to."

"And you're going all by yourself?" he asked, I wondered if he tried to avoid asking if I had a date to go with.

"Yes."

"I'm not so sure, Seattle is a quite big city, kid." he said.

"Dad, I'm from New York, I think I can manage."

"That may be so but it's still big, you could get lost, Kurt."

Before I could speak Carole did, "Burt, don't you think Kurt is old enough to go to Seattle on his own?" she asked sweetly.

He seemed a little taken aback that Carole seemed to chose my side.

"Can't you ask Mercedes and Tina to go with you? Or those weird two, what are their names again?"

"Nick and Jeff," I said knowing who he meant with 'weird two'. "But no, they're going to the school dance."

"Oh, okay. Wait aren't you going?" he asked.

I looked at him as if it was obvious, "Dad, I'm not going to a stupid dance where I have to dance with myself all night, thank you."

"Right.." he said, obviously a little bit uncomfortable.

"Just make sure you have enough money when you go." Carole said, sounding understanding.

"I will," I smiled at her, Carole really understood me better than Burt sometimes.

When I arrived at the parking lot the next morning I deliberately parked my car as far away from the silver Volvo as possible.

I didn't want to put myself in the temptation to 'incidentally' hit his car, and owing him a new one.

While I was getting out of the car, I accidently dropped my keys, of course it landed in a big pool of water.

I cringed at the fact that I had to pick them up. My hand reached towards the keys but before I was even within reaching distance a white hand shot towards them, grabbing the keys.

I quickly stood straight up, only to see Blaine Anderson standing next to me, looking nonchalant.

"How do you do that?" I asked him, to surprised to even sound angry.

"What do you mean?" He said while holding out his hand so I could take my keys but before I could he had dropped them into my hand.

"Just appearing out of nowhere."

"Kurt, I can't help it that you're just extremely unobservant." His voice was soft, not the angry one this time, it was like velvet for my ears, I tried not to pay attention to that.

I looked at him, irritated, seeing that his eyes were the light honey color again. I had to look away because I wouldn't be able to think straight with him looking like a god who just walked out of a fairytale.

"Wait, so now you're not pretending I don't exist anymore?" I was still mad at him.

"I never said I was," he seemed a little bit amused, but that only caused my anger to rise even more.

"Seriously, are you trying to annoy me to death? You could have let them finish that for you." I pointed towards the direction where Karofsky and his friends were standing, laughing about something.

His eyes suddenly seemed to burn with anger, his lips were stretched into a straight line.

"Kurt, you are just absolutely ridiculous!" His voice sounded cold, deeper.

By now I was actually thinking about punching him, but knowing I would probably get into trouble for that I just turned around and started to walk away.

"Wait!" he yelled after me. I didn't wait, I kept walking cringing every time the stupid rain hit my face. But even before I could walk faster he was already walking next to me, he was rather fast for such a tiny person.

"I'm sorry, that was rude," he said while we were still walking.

I ignored him, knowing it would only end up like yesterday if I talked.

"I'm not saying it isn't true," he continued, "but it was rude to point it out like that."

I stopped walking, looking at him with my mouth open, -seriously?-

"Why don't you just go away?" I asked him, sounding irritated.

"I wanted to ask you something, but you were distracting me." He said grinning, apparently he was amused again.

"What is it with you? Do you have two personalities or something?" I asked him, deciding not to spare him my bitchy-ness.

"You're doing it again," still not angry.

I sighed and closed me eyes for a few seconds, "Fine. What is it?"

"I was wondering if, next Saturday- you know the day of the school dance.."

I didn't let him finish, "Is this some weak attempt to a prank, or something?"

It didn't seem to offend him, the opposite actually, he seemed amused, -curses-.

"Will you please let me finish?"

I growled something offensive but he didn't seem to hear it, or at least he didn't show it.

"I heard you were planning on going to Seattle, and I was wondering if you wanted a ride"

Wait, what? That didn't make any sense, I had no idea what he was talking about.

"What?" I said, sounding confused.

"Do you want a ride to Seattle?" He asked, again.

"With who?"

"Myself obviously," he said it clearly as if he was talking to an object, rather than a person.

I had no idea how to react, "why?" I asked him, still extremely confused.

"Well I had been planning to go myself anyway, plus I don't think you're truck will be able to make it even halfway there."

"There's nothing wrong with my pick-up." I said sniffing annoyed. I started walking because I remembered that it was raining, and I was still angry with him.

"But will it get you to Seattle without stopping for gas?" He started walking with me again.

"I don't think that's any your concern," I said. Stupid, shiny Volvo-owning bastard.

"The wasting of finite resources is everyone's business, actually."

"Do you want me to be honest with you?"

"Of course," he said, looking curious.

"You're an extremely confusing person. One minute you're practically telling me you don't want to be anywhere near me, and now you're asking me if I want to go to Seattle with you?"

"I told you it was better if we weren't friends," he paused, "not that I didn't want to."

"Oh, thank you, now I understand." I said, sarcastically. I was seriously starting to question his sanity. I realized we had stopped walking, it was easier to see his face now since we were standing under the cafeteria roof, not that, that helped my clarity of thought.

"I mean.. It would be better for you if we weren't friends," he explained. "But I'm tired of trying to stay away from you, Kurt." His voice was intense, his eyes smoldering.

For a few seconds I forgot how to breath, forgot my own name.

"So, would you want to accompany me to Seattle?" He asked, his voice still smoldering.

Since my IQ had just scooped to zero, I just nodded, hoping I didn't look like a total moron.

He smiled briefly at me, but then turned serious again.

"I meant it though, you really should stay away from me," he warned. "I'll see in Biology, Kurt.

He turned away and began walking towards the entry.

I was staring after him, my mind still blank. I had no idea what had just happened and I had no idea how I felt about it. At least he hadn't been angry, but there was something about the seriousness in his voice that made me wonder if he was hiding something.