"You're so weird! Why do you talk to that girl all the time?" "Yeah, are you two in love or something?" This was Blaine's relationship with his other classmates. They all would tease him for his hair (too curly), his clothes (too bright), and the fact that a girl seemed to be his only friend. Miles was the worst. He would get his group of friends together just so they could talk about the odd little boy who didn't want to talk to them.

Out on the playground, Blaine was sitting with Charlotte behind a tree. "Blaine, the boys in class have been telling me you love me. Are they right?" She cut right to the chase, didn't she? Blaine knew. He'd always known. Charley seemed like the only person he could trust, besides his mom of course, but even she didn't know. "No, I don't love you. You're my best friend, but I don't like you like, I don't know, I want to marry you or somethin'." He muttered, finally finding his voice, but reverting back to the way he had acted when they first met. The small girl cocked her head, making some of her curly hair move to the other side of her face.

"Well, do you love anyone? I know you don't talk, but I've watched movies. When you don't talk to someone, sometimes you have a crush on them!" She stated matter-of-factly, folding her arms and looking at him as though she were a therapist observing her patient. Blaine's face reddened under her stare and he felt as though he needed to tell her, so she wouldn't be confused. "I uhh... I don't have a crush on anyone here." He said carefully, looking at her face the whole time. "I... err... Don't like girls like that. I like... Boys. The way I'm supposed to like girls." He told her, biting his lip as he finished the sentence.

Charley's face was unreadable. Blaine looked away, thinking she would think he was too weird for her, and join the rest of class 4C in making fun of him. But suddenly, she unfolded her arms and smiled. "I like boys too." She said happily.

Blaine walked into Sally's, looking around for his best friend. He suddenly heard the door open behind him, feeling the cold rush of air at his back. "Blaine, it's me!" Char laughed, skipping up behind him and making him jump. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you like that!" she said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Come on, let's order drinks."

When the two were finally seated at a small table by the window, Char began interrogating him again. "So, any developments with your man candy this week?" she asked, leaning in secretively. Blaine rolled his eyes and sipped his medium drip. "Come on, we barely know each other, don't come up with pet names for him yet."

"Yet? Hon, you need to get your act together if you're going to go after this Kurt kid, it sounds like you're really into him! You didn't even tell me that much about him last week!" She exclaimed, punctuating her sentence with an eye roll, mocking her friend. "But really," she said, seriously this time, her psychiatrist stare kicking in, "Tell me about him."

Blaine's face began to burn as he thought about the beautiful boy, the way his hair swooped delicately over his pale forehead, the way he fidgeted with his hands when he talked. Realizing he was spacing, he snapped himself out of the trance and began to talk.

"Well, he's got brown hair and grey eyes, well, not grey exactly, more on the blue side I suppose. His voice is high pitched, but smooth and easy to listen to. He's really sarcastic and snarky sometimes, but in a loveable way. He always wears these designer clothes that look perfect on him, even though they shouldn't." He rambled, not even noticing what he was saying.

When he came back down to earth, he noticed Char still staring at him, eyebrows raised, a knowing smile on her face. "Blaine, honey, you've got it bad."