The next day, Kurt and Rachel were attached by the hip during Glee, but when everyone left, Blaine felt a rustle in the back pocket of his jeans. As Blaine read the note, his heart skipped a beat - Kurt was finally ready to talk about his problems?

Before he could comply with the message, Matt Rutherford stopped him, "Hey dude - Come by my place tomorrow so I can get you ready for Tanaka."

"The coach?" Blaine raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, big temper issue," Mike said from next to Matt.

"Okay." Blaine smiled as the two boys went separate ways to get to their cars. Blaine looked down at the message and ran to the football bleachers.

419-555-0172

Meet me in the bleachers after Glee. - K xoxo

Blaine ran to the bleachers so fast that he was panting by the time he arrived there.

"I can't believe you actually managed to wonder this far away from the shire," A raspy voice stated.

Santana Lopez.

"What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Santana smirked, "But I already know."

Blaine was speechless, "So you set this up?"

She smiled at him and nodded, "That is Hummel's real number, Hobbit. Just sayin'."

"Wait, so Kurt's not here?" Blaine asked hesitantly and Santana pulled him all the way behind the bleachers and near the sofas that 'The Skanks' usually occupied - a place Rachel told Blaine to steer clear of, "You're not going to... rape me, are you?" Blaine asked, taking a step back.

"Nope. You know, you're pretty naive for such a pretty boy," Santana smirked as Blaine cringed, "Don't worry, Tribrows, I'm not here to seduce you. Well, not really."

"Not really?" Blaine raised an eyebrow at the girl, dismissing the jab at his eyebrows.

"I want you to be my boyfriend." Santana stated bluntly and Blaine scoffed.

"You do know I'm gay, right?" Blaine chuckled.

"I do, Hobbit," Santana raised two perfectly shaped eyebrows, "Why else would you have trudged over here with your ridiculously Dorito-shaped eyebrows and stupid bowtie looking like an excited puppy?"

Blaine spluttered and Santana grinned, "You want to get into Hummel's pants, I get it."

"Then why are you... propositioning me?" Blaine squeaked, his voice going up a couple of octaves, causing Santana to chuckle.

"Because, we both want someone that we can't have. And we're going to make them jealous." Santana grinned.

"Why me?"

Santana hesitated for a minute, "I'll tell you someday."

Blaine's eyebrows furrowed together. He was so not going to agree to this. I mean it was ridiculous, and-

Kurt. And Rachel. Hummelberry as the school had dubbed them. They were holding hands and looking so in love, right outside the football field, before practice started.

Blaine wrinkled his nose as they kissed passionately and felt a twinge of annoyance at his sister. Why did she get everything?

Rachel got the microphone Blaine had wanted when they were 9 years old, the voice that everyone fawned over because of her 'unique' ability to belt at such a young age, and what angered Blaine the most, Blaine's first crush.

It was while they were in their last year of Junior High. Blaine was completely enamored with this boy that was two years older than him - Sebastian Smythe. He was popular, had the best fashion sense, was proudly bisexual and lived in Paris, for God's sake. Sebastian had hung around the middle school because of his sister, Haley who was in Blaine's grade.

Whenever Blaine and Rachel had gone over to Haley's, Sebastian had talked to Blaine about Blaine thinking he liked boys, had held Blaine's hand when no one was watching and winked flirtatiously at Blaine and made him think that he actually stood a chance.

One day, nearly 3 months later - 3 months of Sebastian leading Blaine on - Blaine went over to Haley's unannounced the next day, as he and Haley quickly became best friends after he came out to Haley, Rachel and his Dads. That was his excuse, but Blaine was actually going to see Sebastian unannounced because the previous week, while Sebastian was driving Blaine home - as Rachel and Haley were in some kind of club after school - Sebastian leaned over and kissed the 8th grader hungrily.

Anyone could imagine Blaine's surprise when he found Sebastian - His Sebastian - lolling his head back onto the orange pillow of his living room couch and biting his lip as a 14 year-old Rachel Berry sucked on his neck and ground into him. Blaine felt nauseated as Sebastian moaned Rachel's name and rubbed his hand, which Blaine had just noticed was up Rachel's skirt around her thigh.

So many things hurt about the scene in front of him. He wasn't in love with Sebastian but was very close to it, and Sebastian had essentially gotten with two children who were 2 years younger than him who were also siblings. What hurt the most was that Rachel knew the extent of Blaine's crush on Sebastian but fooled around with him, anyways.

Blaine let out an audible gasp as Sebastian practically threw Rachel off of him and stood up, gazing at Blaine with sad, puppy-dog-eyes that were apologetic yet not sincere.

Blaine simply snarled at him, took Rachel's arm and drove her home, after telling their Dads about what he saw so that Rach wouldn't throw herself around (mostly it was for revenge, though).

He never told Rachel about the kiss he received from Sebastian.

"Deal." Blaine smiled.

Santana grinned and dragged her eyes over his body, unimpressed, "You have to join the football team, though."

"What? Why?" Blaine stammered and Santana rolled her eyes.

"Because, Tribrows, if we start 'dating' and you're still a loser, then I'm a loser."

"Well... If it helps, I was going to join anyways?" Blaine offered.

Santana beamed, "Good! We're going official as soon as you join."

Blaine took a deep breath. What have I done?

Blaine then glanced back at Rachel who was still sucking Kurt's face off and smiled. Maybe this would be worth it, in some way.

"-Okay everyone, since not everyone could do their duets during 'Ballads' week, we're having another duet competition! This competition is about where you are, right here, right now." Mr. Schuester grinned.

"Please don't tell me you're picking us out of the hat again, Mr. Schue," Mercedes added.

"I am." Mr. Schuester's grin faded.

"Well, I think that's a great idea!" Blaine grinned as Santana played with his hair, legs draped over his pelvic area crudely.

When Kurt had walked in to see Blaine complete in a football uniform, his brain short circuited. But he was straight. Definitely straight. Wait, didn't Rachel say Blaine was 'out and proud'?

Kurt scowled at them and Rachel looked confused - wasn't Blaine gay? "Of course you do," Kurt rolled his eyes and Rachel furrowed her eyebrows at him and started rubbing his shoulder soothingly as Blaine's eyebrows raised to his hairline. Was the jealousy scheme working?

"Okay, the first couple is... Brittany and Mercedes, Mr. Schue announced and the two girls nodded.

"Then we have... Finn and Rachel, Santana and Mike, Tina and Matt, Kurt and Blaine, Quinn and Artie and Puck... You can join another pair and make it a threesome-ballad."

"Come join us, Puck!" Rachel requested, panicked.

Puck rolled his eyes and didn't comply, instead choosing to pair up with Quinn and Artie. Kurt was in shock. He was with Blaine? He glanced up and Blaine who raised an eyebrow, licked his lips and winked, leaving Kurt shell-shocked.

"-Okay, so since we're one of the first couples to go, what song ideas do you have?" Kurt asked as Blaine was laying on his stomach on top of Kurt's bed.

Burt had gone out with Carole on their fourth date or so, so the house was empty.

"Maybe... Something a bit more mysterious?" Blaine suggested, Kurt looking confused. Blaine sighed and went to Kurt's piano, playing the tune of a song that Kurt didn't recognize. Blaine immediately handed Kurt the lyrics to the song that he had apparently brought with him.

"When I left you, I flew
Did you fly too?
And nakedness befell my way
Only seen in light of day"

Blaine sang and Kurt immediately remembered the TATU song that he was playing, but played along, singing the chorus with him, forgetting that he was supposed to be singing in a masculine voice. But when Blaine smiled at him knowingly, he continued in that voice.

"I only want what I can't have
I only need what I don't want
I only want what I can't have
I only need what I don't want"

Kurt then sung alone, sitting on the piano stool next to Blaine as they played.

"And creativity, it soaks my soul
I asked not to be alone
You don't have to ask me for my hand
I already know where I stand"

They then sung together, voices twining together magically as they sung the chorus together.

"I only want what I can't have
I only need what I don't want
I only want what I can't have
I only need what I don't wa-"

They never knew what the rest of the song sounded like, because the next thing Kurt knew, Blaine was crashing his lips into his messily.

A good boyfriend would have pushed Blaine away. A good boyfriend wouldn't have kissed him back. A good boyfriend definitely wouldn't have thrust his hips up into Blaine as Blaine ground into him.

Kurt definitely wasn't a good boyfriend, as he did everything he shouldn't have done, his fingers threading into Blaine's curls, dragging his face closer to Kurt as Blaine wrapped his legs around Kurt's waist, groaning as they fell off the piano stool and started rolling around the floor.

Kurt disregarded the fact that he knew the boy he was dry-humping like a lunatic for practically a week, and disregarded the fact that that boy was his girlfriend's brother. All Kurt could focus on was that he had never felt that way before.

Blaine felt, tasted and smelled like pure magic as Blaine rolled Kurt over so that he was pinning him on the ground and licked at Kurt's neck seductively. If it were Rachel doing that, Kurt would have laughed, scrunched his nose up and called her a puppy. But this was Blaine. And Kurt didn't have to try at all to get rock hard as he did, right then with Blaine.

Kurt tore his lips away, gasping when he realized he was making out with a boy. Shouldn't he be disgusted? Why was he not disgusted?

"W-We shouldn't..." Kurt whispered out.

Blaine's hazel eyes went dark with lust, "You're pretending you don't want me, but you need me, don't you?"

"T-That's why you picked that song?" Kurt snapped. Blaine then grinned and started kissing him again.

It wasn't long before the boys were on the bed, Kurt laying on his back and Blaine draped over him, sucking at his neck.

"I want you so bad..." Blaine whispered after the boys had been making out for five minutes, detaching himself from Kurt's neck.

Kurt's eyes widened as he scrambled away from Blaine, falling off the bed and tugging his t-shirt down, looking horrified, "I-I-This is plain wrong!"

Blaine looked hurt, "Then why does it feel so right?"

Kurt crossed his arms, "It doesn't."

"Then why were you oh-so-willing to let me dry-hump you for the past 15 minutes?" Blaine snapped.

Kurt averted his eyes, making up a lie, "I- Your sister wouldn't put out and you were just there. You reminded me of her for a second and I was sexually frustrated."

Blaine looked heartbroken as his voice cracked, "Fine, then! Yet another boy chooses Rachel over me! You are just like stupid, pretty Sebastian!"

"Who is-" Kurt started before Blaine stepped forward and jabbed a finger at Kurt's chest.

"You're a liar! It meant something to you and you know it! Why do you keep going back to her?" Blaine screamed, saying what he wanted to say to Kurt and Sebastian, both, but was only saying to one of the two, "So when you get tired of freaking pretending, call me and I might help your fucked up mind get through it!"

Blaine then spun around on his heel and stomped out of the door, slamming the front door as he left and bursting into tears after pulling over on the highway.

After Mercedes and Brittany performed 'Kitty Kat' by Beyoncé, Mr. Schue announced that Kurt and Blaine had withdrawn from the competition, Puck, Quinn and Artie performing an Aretha number instead.

As Kurt left the room, avoiding eye-contact with a still-fuming Blaine who caught him glancing at him and looked almost pained as he dragged Santana in for a mind-blowing kiss, Rachel tugged on his shoulder and started sobbing.

"H-Hey, what's wrong?" Kurt asked his crying girlfriend. Because he was straight. Completely straight.

"I k-kissed Finn!" Rachel bawled, throwing herself into Kurt's arms, "Pl-please forgive me, Kurt! It won't happen again and it was just the heat of the moment and-"

"It's okay Rach, I forgive you," Kurt soothed and Rachel looked up at him.

"Really?" She asked with starstruck eyes, looking at him as if Kurt were a God.

Just tell her! Tell her that you got it on with her brother! Okay, one, two, three... "Really." Shit. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to have a little chat with Finn." Kurt smiled devilishly, walking away from Rachel who uttered a nearly silent yet dramatic 'No...'

"You kissed my girlfriend." Kurt stated before football practice, closing Finn's locker door as Finn scowled at him.

"Deserved it."

"I thought you said you'd back off." Kurt glared at the taller boy.

Finn skewered his face up, "I thought you said you'd care for her."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kurt asked. The locker room was completely empty besides the two boys.

"That means that Mom told me I could hang out with you because she and Burt were going out and I walked into your room to find you all over a guy."

"Finn-" Kurt panicked.

"I didn't see who the dude was and I won't tell Rachel because even though she'll come running into my arms," Finn's eyes glazed over, "She'd be heartbroken. And I don't want to hurt her."

"Finn, I... I honestly don't know what I was doing." Kurt admitted.

Finn glared at Kurt once more, "You knew what you were doing, dude. You were cheating on her."

"Finn, I-"

"Now listen here, Kurt," Finn stated, "Even though I hate your guts, right now, we... we're still friends."

"We are?" Kurt inquired hesitantly.

"We are. Now stop hooking up with random guys and love Rachel like she deserves to be loved," Finn then sighed, "Or break up with her and let someone else do that for you."

Kurt nodded, "Okay, Finn. Thanks, man, I-I was just confused that day and I was thinking about Rachel and I was sexually frustrated and Bl-Brandon was just there. He's my best friend from when I was little and I was just sexually frustrated."

"Oh..." Finn nodded, not catching the slip-up and believing the lie, "Okay, dude, but please, don't do that to her. She doesn't deserve it."

As both boys left the locker room, a shell-shocked Dave Karofsky stepped out of his bathroom stall, surprised at the new piece of news he had just acquired.