Kurt couldn't help but feel a bit... betrayed.

Rachel was his best friend, the only one besides his father who he could trust, and here she was, kissing the very man she promised him she wouldn't get close to.

"You can't let him grow on you Rach. I see how you get with lost puppies, and I'm not letting it happen again."

Rachel pouted. "First of all, Blaine isn't a lost puppy. He's just a boy that I happen to think is nice."

"The last time you said that it was about Finn, and we both know how that worked out." Kurt's voice faltered a bit as he spoke of his stepbrother. Neither of them knew if he was dead, infected, or still struggling to stay alive on his own.

"Kurt, he isn't my type. Trust me." She turned to leave, but not before adding, "And if it's that important to you, then I'll try not to get close to him. I promise."

Liar, Kurt thought as he watched her kiss Blaine deeply. There was definitely tongue. Hoping that they would stop soon, he waited by patiently with his eyes focused on the floor beneath him. Maybe it was just the alcohol talking, but whenever Kurt looked up at the two, he couldn't help but find the way Blaine's mouth was moving unbelievably...sexy.

All pleasant thoughts left Kurt's head when he heard his friend emit a loud moan into Blaine's mouth. He felt his face flush with a number of emotions as he stood up.

Rachel and Blaine broke apart and looked up at him in surprise. Not wanting to have to explain, he turned and dashed out of the common room. He hoped that they hadn't noticed the tears that were stinging his eyes.

By the time he made it back to his room, Kurt was still crying out of pure embarrassment. And confusion.

Definitely confusion.

"I hate being drunk." He whispered to himself. He wouldn't be in this situation if Blaine hadn't come prancing into the picture. God, Rachel was so stupid.

She knew that she couldn't get close to anyone in a time like this. They'd discussed it so many times, and even thought about the fact that maybe they should spilt up too. Kurt thought they'd agreed that they worked best as a team. They were supposed to get through this, just the two of them.

Until god damn stupid Blaine arrived.

Kurt grabbed a pillow and brought it to his face, screaming into it with frustration. He hated that boy so much.

Except he didn't.

Correction: He wanted to hate Blaine. But he found himself warming up to him quite quickly. It was terrifying.

He didn't want another person around, he didn't want Rachel getting close to someone, and he didn't want to give out his trust so easily. And god knows he doesn't want another crush on a straight guy.

Things would be so much easier if Blaine would just take his adorable head of curls and leave. But something told Kurt it wasn't going to be that easy.

At this point his head was absolutely pounding, so Kurt quickly got up and turned off the light before crawling back into bed, wishing desperately for these thoughts to go away. 

Knock.

"Kurt?"

Knock. Knock.

"Look, I'm sorry. I know you don't like me, but can we just...talk? Please?"

Kurt groaned into his pillow. "You asshole," he whispered.

"Hmm?"

"Nothing. Come in." Kurt snapped.

Blaine opened the door a creak and poked his head through. "Thanks. I'm really sorry."

"I'm sure you are." Kurt rolled his eyes. "Come in. I take it you wanted to tell me something?"

Blaine's eyes were bloodshot and tired, and his hair was fluffier than Kurt had ever seen it. Not adorable. Nope, not at all.

"I'm sorry. About earlier, and about just being here. I know you don't want me to be."

"I don't" Kurt agreed.

Blaine sighed. "I get it." He got up and began to leave. Kurt bit his lip.

"Wait." Blaine turned around. "I-I don't hate you."

Blaine raised his eyebrow.

"Okay, I get it; I've been acting like a bitch. And...I'm sorry. I'm just scared." Kurt suddenly felt extremely vulnerable.

Blaine's eyes became sympathetic and he lowered his voice to a whisper. "Scared of what?"

"Scared of losing everyone. My dad's gone-don't tell me otherwise, we both know it's true- my brother's gone, my friends are gone... All that's left is Rachel. And now I'm afraid that I'm losing her to you." Kurt inhaled deeply.

"Oh god... Kurt, I don't mean to make you upset. I've been trying to leave since the moment I got here. I can tell that I'm bothering you. I don't want to do that. I just-"

"Shh. No, stop it." Kurt took in another deep breath. "You can't leave now. I don't know why, but I feel like that would just make everything worse." He looked down at his hands. "God, what's wrong with me..."

"Kurt, you're hung-over and confused. How about I just leave you alone for a little while? I don't want you stressing out so much."

Kurt looked up and met Blaine's eyes. "Can I ask you a question?"

Blaine nodded.

"Why are you so nice to me? I've been nothing but rude to you since you got here."

"I-I don't know. I like you, Kurt. I don't know why or how, but I do. I'd like to think we'd get along if you gave me another chance."

Kurt smiled at him. "Thank you."

Blaine let out a relieved sigh, and was headed towards the door to leave when Kurt called his name once again.

"Blaine? Are you and Rachel dating now? Because I don't know if I'd be okay with that."

Blaine laughed at him. "Kurt, I'm gay. I'm not planning on dating Rachel any time soon." He waved at Kurt before turning around and closing the door behind him.

He left too quickly to notice the smile small growing across Kurt's blushing face.