Chapter 1: Glad I Did.

Blaine is normal, or, at least that's what he tells himself. He sits in a desk just like every other day, trying to make sense of Mr. Shue's nonsense Spanish just like every other day. He wouldn't admit it but Blaine really was one for a routine, he thrived when he knew what to expect. Not one of his steps went uncalculated, that is, until he steps into Glee Club.

The one thing that keeps him on his toes, Blaine never know what to expect from his fellow Gleeks and therefore loves every second of their interactions. He wants to know them, wants to see them. He loved one, once, but that was a long time ago, at least, that's what he tells himself.

"Alright guys, I have an awesome assignment this week." Finn begins to write on the whiteboard, giving Blaine the chance to day dream. His eyes wander from person to person, thinking of elaborate plot lines and lives they may or may not live. His eyes settle on one of their newest members, Ryder Lynn. He wasn't exactly Blaine's type, not that he was looking to date anyway, but the boy had some cute features. His eyes were soft, like they might comfort someone on a daily basis. His hair swoops in a way Blaine wishes he could get his to, if it weren't curly and matted every morning.

The senior pulls his eyes away from the new kid long enough to see Sam examine something he'd just pulled off, or out of, his face. Blaine grimaces a second before realizing that it was just Sam being Sam and that he was still incredibly attractive. He wouldn't lie; Blaine had touched himself on more than one occasion to the idea of Sam serenading him with just a guitar covering him.

Blaine shook his head, attempting to clear the idea from his head, not wanting to tent up in his bright green khakis. It was an odd day, Blaine just wanted to go home but then there was Finn.

After the break-up, Finn and Blaine had found solace in each other, basically entering into a relationship much like Santana and Brittany's. They would meet after school, spoon in bed a little, Finn would even let Blaine kiss him every once in a while, if the mood so struck him.

"So, what do you guys think?" Finn's statement pulls Blaine from his daydream, suddenly making note at the almost otherworldly scribbles on the board.

"I don't know Finn, it seems a little... Excessive." Blaine mentally thanks Tina, keeping the heat off of him for another second.

"We've already done Gaga, bro." Sam comes around once more for the save. If he didn't know any better, Blaine would think they had a subconscious need to keep Finn's attention away from him, not that he wouldn't get it later.

"What do you think, Blaine?" He spoke too soon. Finn, and the rest of the Glee Club, all eye him, waiting patiently for a response.

"Well, you know I'm more of a Katy man myself but I've heard some good things from Taylor Swift lately." This sparks a war between the class, half claiming themselves as Katy Kats and the other as Swifties. What had he started?

Blaine began to drift again, Wade was going on about a man named Larry and that a guy names Haylor couldn't possibly be real. Blaine wasn't interested. Before he knew it, he was back at his house, Finn's arms wrapped tightly around him. Blaine took a second to survey his surroundings before snuggling into Finn's chest.

"I think it'll be a good week. Everyone's so passionate about who's better, it should make for some intense performances." Blaine could only nod as Finn's voice traveled from enthusiastic lips to tired ears. When had he become so lethargic?

"Finn, do you think I'm weird?" The question is blunt but that's what Blaine intended. By catching him off guard, he'd get the most honest answer from the taller boy.

"Uh, no more than the rest of us." Finn stuttered, he wasn't a good liar. Blaine allowed his hand to travel across Finn's chest, gently stroking the muscles underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. "I think I should go." Finn attempts to rise but Blaine holds onto him, hands intertwining at Finn's side.

"No, please stay, I'm sorry." Blaine doesn't want to beg but it's all he knows. He tries to keep Finn in place but it only earns him a small kiss on the forehead.

"I'm sorry Blaine; I really do have to go. Listen, I'll come back later and we can do... This." The statement swirls around in Blaine's head for a second, leaving him more than a little confused.

"What exactly is... This?" Blaine is hurt. He's more than hurt, he's angry. Not at Finn, per say, but at the situation in general. Since Kurt left, Blaine didn't know exactly what he was supposed to do and that scared him. He needed objective, he needed a plan.

"I don't know, Blaine, just two dudes helping each other out." Finn slips his shoes on. "Why don't you talk to that Ryder guy, do you think he's hot?" Blaine's offended, again.

"Do you?" He shoots back, more than a little angry at Finn now.

"I'm not gay, bro. What we do here is just between us, right? I mean, I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else, but I think you need more than this. I think you want more than this. Am I wrong?"

He wasn't, and Blaine knew it but he wouldn't admit it. He never would. He kept too many things bottled up now to admit anything. Blaine simply looks down, eyes piercing the rug. He hears Finn say goodbye but doesn't respond. He loses track of time, once more, the night coming before he realizes. He goes to eat dinner, showers and returns to his bed in fresh pj's. Sleep was always part of his schedule but it didn't visit regularly. His dreams that night are filled with Finn, Ryder and Sam.