Blaine threw his head back, pushing the little book in front of him. Impossible. He couldn't concentrate on any of the Spanish exercises when his thinking insisted on flying to far away.

Only three weeks ago. But he could remember perfectly the smooth and bright eyes of the pretty boy.

He rested his head in his hands, remembering every detail of the face of Kurt Hummel. The charming smile. The perfect hair style. The lovely eyes. The wonderfully sculpted body by tight pants.

"Blaine?" Cooper called, entering the room.

"Not now." He asked. "Please."

His brother rolled his eyes, sitting on the bed.

"What's his name?"

"What?" Blaine looked up, surprised.

"What's his name?" He repeated slowly, as if trying to teach a child. "I'm not stupid, Blaine. It's obvious that you're so because of a boy. "

He sighed, staring at the door.

"It's stupid. I don't even know him. I mean, of course i know him but-"

"Really?" Coop joked. "It don't look so stupid if you lock yourself in your room every time you back of the school."

"He is ... different. I can't explain. He was the only boy I ... I felt really connected. This is ridiculous. Does it make sense?"

"Actually, yes"

Three weeks and two days.

Kurt sighed, his head resting in the closet behind him. He opened his eyes in time to see Karosfky moving away - and  muttering some curse.

"Kurt?" Quinn called, running toward him. "Oh my god, slushie again?"

He nodded, wiping his eyes with his hands. He tried to take a step, but his column still hurt a bit with the recent impact. He bent down to pick the books dropped on the floor.

"I know it's hard, but you don't need to care." She smiled, comforted him. "Today one of them made it with me too, you know, it's like a routine for them with the glee club."

He sighed. Try as he might, he still felt completely vulnerable.

"It's okay" He lied.

"Are you sure? You don't look so well."

He ran his hands under the neck, preventing the liquid got his clothes. He may not want to admit to anyone, but he knew perfectly well that only one person could make him feel safe again. But the person who could do that wasn't there. Blaine Anderson wasn't there. And then he was alone again.

"I'm okay. Don't worry."

Blaine entered the car. He looked at his own reflection in the mirror at least four times. He did not know exactly where he was going. The buildings passed quickly, the evening breeze coming through the window.

Red.

He slowed down the velocity. Three seconds. Five seconds. He rolled his eyes, a little annoyed. But then his gaze stopped at the space under the radio. A small paper was tucked awkwardly, with a sequence of numbers written in blue.

Green.

He smiled to himself. Now he knew perfectly well where to go.